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[b][u][center]You’ve Been Trolled

For Tenko_Guren

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Tenko sighed as he waited for the loading bar to fill, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. It was taking longer than usual, but, he supposed, it was probably due to the latest patch and expansion.

Didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying, though.

“Hope that this new gameplay is worth it.”

The bar ticked up another couple of percentage points, just under ninety percent. He looked over his shoulder, gazing at the different Horde figurines that he’d collected over the years. It was like looking back on history, seeing the way that the models had changed, how new expansions had come out…and now the latest split.

Tenko brushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked at the trolls, pushed away from the rest. Stupid Hellscream rebellion…Well, fingers crossed the latest patch would clear that up.

He turned around, and smiled.

“Almost the-”

Suddenly, the screen went black. A second later, so did his vision.

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Grass. Grass, and a great deal of footsteps. Touch and hearing came back before anything else, and Tenko groaned as he tried to pull himself up. He made it about halfway off of the ground before a foot pressed down on the back of his head, shoving him right back down.

“Sta’ down, human.”

He blinked, the sound of that voice feeling more familiar than it should. It was like…but no, that wasn’t possible.

Tenko opened his eyes, looking around, and his eyes went wide. Standing in the grass around him were rather familiar-looking blue-toned two-toed feet, leading up to rough leathers that hugged the legs tightly. He couldn’t look up much further, but there was only one thing he knew of that looked like that.

Trolls. Specifically, the Darkspear Trolls.

[i]How…what…this is impossible![/i]

They chattered above him in their strange accent, even as he squirmed underneath the foot on the back of his head. He could feel the toes digging into his hair, feel the strange dampness on it, almost like they were dipped in one of the many potions that the trolls used. But what was going on?

Suddenly, he was flipped onto his back, and he had a chance to see what was going on.

All around him were trolls, and interspersed between them were other humans, or at least, somewhat humans. They were pinned down like he was, but it was like they were painted blue along different parts of their bodies. It was the same blue that covered the trolls, for that matter, he realized after a second.

He looked up, not recognizing any of the trolls as NPCs from the game, but recognizing one as a shamanic figure. That one stepped forward, tusks bobbing as he cocked his head from side to side.

“Yeah…dis one’ll do.”

“What…what do you mean?”

“Eh, don’t need to know, do ya?”

“Hey, this is supposed to be a game. What’s going on?!”

“They’re changing us!”

Tenko whipped his head around, looking at one of the other people pinned down. His eyes widened even further at the sight of tusks starting to push out from the other man’s mouth, spreading out like the big things that all the other trolls had.

“They’re changing us…into grunts! They’re gonna do it to you, too!”

The changing human was pushed back down, surrounded by more of the trolls before his shouts could get any louder. Unable to see what was going on, Tenko shuddered as he heard the words change to something more bestial, more grunting and yelping, almost like a dog getting trained or something like that.

The trolls around him chuckled, and he realized that they had started closing ranks around him, as well. He tried to get up, only to have another two-toed foot shove itself in his face, pushing him back down against the grass.

“Don’ get up, human. Gonna go down again, anyway.”

“What are you talking about? How can you…why?”

“Losing ‘gainst Hellscream, ya know. We need mo’ bodies.”

“But…but I’m just a player! I’m not a fighter.”

“Ya will be, boy. Ya will be.”

The shaman stepped back, leaving him with a slimy footprint on his shirt that he didn’t think would come off. He managed to turn around, getting to all fours before the shaman shouted again, a spell coming down hard. It hit him on his ankles, freezing them in place. Literally, his feet were frozen in ice, and they were stuck to the ground. A similar spell hit his wrists, keeping him in place.

“Dat’ll do it.”

As he struggled to get free, he felt their strange hands pulling at his clothes, tugging at the back of his pants and pulling them down. He felt the breeze in the clearing blowing by, almost like a stroke along his rear, before he shivered at the stench that filled his nose. It wasn’t just the smell of nature, but more…more like the smell…

[i]Sex? No…rutting…[/i]

He looked around, seeing the leather pants the trolls were wearing swelling in the crotch. Bulge after bulge was on display, and it was getting worse by the second. He shivered as he realized what they were going to do, and he shook his head.

“Please…don’t…don’t do this…”

“Heh. Don’ worry, boy. You’ll enjoy it…at da end, anyway.”

One of the men in front of him pulled down his pants, and the troll groped at a growing blue cock. It kept getting harder, but it wasn’t even halfway there before it was pressed right against his lips. Tenko grunted, clenching his jaw shut, but the troll only kept smearing his face with the musky, thick cock. And…

And as he did…it started…smelling good.

Tenko knew it had to be the shaman, had to be something happening there, but it was hitting him hard. He shivered as he tried to block out the smell, but the scent was getting stronger and stronger as the troll got more and more erect, like it was a natural thing.

Stupidly, he opened his mouth, trying not to smell it anymore, and it slipped inside, passing by his teeth and slamming into his throat before he could correct his mistake.

“Oh, man. Dis boy’s got it good…”

As his face was humped, one of the other trolls had already reached around his backside and started playing with his rear. A thick finger pushed past his rim, dry, but he barely felt it. Something in the magic was making everything feel good, almost like it was some kind of drug or something else that made him feel weird. His cock throbbed as it plunged in and out of him, digging into his ass further and further.

Tenko shivered as a second finger slid in, his only distraction the taste of pre running over his tongue every time that the troll pulled back. He was leaking so much already, and it was spreading further and further over the inside of his mouth, making it more and more difficult to avoid.

As the troll behind him pulled his fingers free and lined himself up, he slowly realized that every troll around him had its cock out and was slowly stroking themselves. They were big, and thick, and powerful looking, and he knew better than to try and fight. They were…they were making him feel good…

Something was wrong with that thought, but he couldn’t think of what it was. All he could think of was the cock in his mouth, and then the cock in his ass as it popped in.

In and out, in and out they went, rocking him like a toy between their cocks. He shuddered, his own cock bouncing off of his belly as he was rocked side to side, his hair coming down over his face and hiding his eyes…but there was no hiding what he was doing, as his lips slurped along that cock and his ass squeezed down on the one behind him.

The trolls groaned above him, and they didn’t last long. The one fucking his mouth thrust in up to the hilt, almost gagging him – somehow, he hadn’t yet, perhaps as a part of the game world – and spilled its load. He felt the soft, thick, hot stuff splashing down his throat, but as the troll pulled back…

He stared at his face, looking at…at a set of tusks that were slowly pushing out past his lips, at the blue that was growing in to replace the paler color of his nose. It was spreading, and spreading fast as the troll behind him came as well, spilling that hot load deep in his ass.

They pulled away, not giving him time to think as two more trolls lined up and slammed in, rocking him back and forth just like the last ones. And as they filled him with the taste of cock and cum, and with the feeling of being stretched and slippery behind him, he quickly lost his train of thought, too deep in the pleasure to care.

It took him over, the feeling of being made into a cock toy, and he barely noticed the changes that came over him. He didn’t notice as his skin continued to turn blue, spreading from his nose to his fingers, and then down his back towards his lower body. He didn’t notice that his hair was changing colors, turning a brighter red and getting longer. He didn’t notice that his cock was getting bigger, thicker, and longer. He didn’t even notice that his arms and legs were getting thick with muscle, powerful and strong, though not as strong as an orc.

The only thing he noticed was cock. Cock and cum, big, blue troll cock that ruled over him, and made him into the bitch that he was.

Bit by bit, the transformation took him, leaving him less human with each successive load and more troll-like, but not...not like them, in some ways. His eyes remained glazed, his thoughts hazy. And slowly, slowly, another thing came to his mind that wasn’t cock.

It was an orc, red and flaming, with a name that burned in his blood as soon as he heard it.

Hellscream.

He growled, starting to fuck himself on the cocks more violently as his change neared completion. The ice broke around his transformed feet and hands, and he reached up, squeezing the balls of one troll, and used one foot to tease the balls of the one behind him. They blew their loads shortly afterwards, coating his insides with even more.

They stepped back, and he was allowed to get on his knees. He knelt before the many orcs, looking up at the shaman that had held back all this time. The troll grunt growled, his cock throbbing between his legs as he…

He waited. He waited to be told what to do.

The shaman held his cock tight, and pointed it right at him.

“You’re ours now, boy. A good grunt...a good fighter...To take down Hellscream.”

“Kill Hellscream!”

“Heh...good boy.”

And with that, he came, and the grunt finally went over the edge, expelling his humanity on the grass below like all the other players had. The Darkspear trolls would survive...after all, it’s not like players would be missed.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]