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All is fair in love and spycraft By: Lyrissa "This is an unexpected pleasure." Aienna smiled as she lifted her glass to her lips and sipped some wine. "The honor is all mine," said the tall, beautiful night elf sitting opposed to her, mimicking her gesture. "I was at first a bit shy to speak to such a well-known hero of the Alliance, but now that we've broken the ice so to speak..." The night elf and human both giggled, and continued eating while engaging in random smalltalk. Aienna was a well-known heroine of Stormwind, a mage trained by the Kirin Tor who had returned to the Alliance long ago to protect it. She wore the full regalia of a battle- mage of Stormwind, with flowing robes of deep blue and white adorned with golden patterns, and a crown-like headpiece. Her companion Vanelle was a rogue from far-away Darnassus. A tall, busty night elf, Vanelle was dressed casually for the evening in a brown and green sarong with matching top, and not much else. Aienna was well aware of the Kaldorei people and their beauty, but even so she had immediately noticed Vanelle in the crowd. "I'm lucky you came over to talk to me, I wasn't sure how to strike up a conversation otherwise. Many night elves I've met have been a bit taciturn and reclusive," Aienna confessed, finishing up her dinner. "Yes, you told me. You served in the Warsong conflict in Ashenvale many times alongside my sisters in the Silverwing Sentinels." Vanelle smiled. "My people are grateful for your help in beating the Horde back from our lands." "It's nothing but my duty. And this is a welcome reprieve, I'm actually going home for some time now to spend time in Stormwind. After doing a lot of paperwork, of course." The human mage chuckled, her black, tied-back hair glinting in the soft light of the tavern. Aienna meanwhile could only notice Vanelle's softly silver-sparkling eyes which were large and very mesmerizing. Vanelle giggled. "Yes, I know all about battlefield reports. I suppose the Horde aren't done with the region, huh?" Vanelle said, chewing on a small piece of chicken. "Not at all." Aienna shook her head. "But all that is classified information, I'm afraid. For my superior in the high command and SI:7 only." "Of course! I wouldn't expect anything else," the rogue replied. "Now let's finish the dinner, because there's something I want to show you... in private." Aienna blinked at the forward nature of the night elf's statement. Vanelle winked to her before resuming an innocent facade and finishing her dinner. Suddenly the mage felt very reinvigorated after her long journey. She sipped down the last of her wine and they both finished up the remains of their meals. Aienna turned down the innkeeper's offer for desert and was soon following the curvy green-haired rogue upstairs, trying to keep her eyes off of Vanelle's enticingly swinging rump. Aienna considered herself mostly heterosexual, but she had always had a bisexual streak for the cutest girls she encountered. She had even been reprimanded for it a few times by her military commanders, and to avoid scandals she had promised to avoid romantic flings with either gender during tours of duty. She was definitely off-duty now, however. Vanelle led Aienna to the room where the night elf apparently lodged, and unlocked the door, opening it quietly. The mage strode in and with a gesture of her staff lit the lamp inside. The warm illumination showed a comfortable guest room with a soft bed, a cupboard and a small writing desk among other things, perfectly suited for a traveling adventurer with some coin to spend. Aienna smiled and entered, sitting down in the small wooden chair next to the desk, while Vanelle closed the door and locked it behind her. The night elf turned to the human mage with a smile, and Aienna got a better look of the rogue's body than she had before. Tall and buxom, with just the right amount of lean muscle showing under her pale purple skin. Vanelle's silvery eyes twinkled in the warm light of the room. "Well then, lady rogue, what was it you wished for me to see?" Aienna asked, feeling her head spin after the heady wine they had shared. "Oh, just a little secret I've been keeping. Hold on, one moment..." The night elf was gently slurring her words as well, and the human girl wondered if Vanelle felt as drunk as she did herself. She must have drunk more than she'd thought, for the subtle forest scent of the room was growing in strength, and the dull sounds of merriment from the taproom below echoed through Aienna's head. Her attention was still fixated on Vanelle, who was starting to perform a slow, lithely seductive dance on the small rug in front of Aienna. The night elf girl's rich green hair fluttered back and to in the lamplight, and the rogue slowly began shedding her jewelry as she did. Necklace and armbands were tossed onto the bed, and Aienna felt herself mesmerized. Vanelle slipped her top off, giggling as her firm, full breasts were exposed to the warm air, then tossed the garment at her human onlooker, who tried to catch it but failed. Vanelle giggled and continued spinning, her feet weaving a delicate pattern on the rug. Her fingers found the edges of her sarong, and she slowly pulled down, revealing her long shapely legs. Aienna followed those purple thighs as they weaved and spun in dance, vaguely aware of the sarong being tossed aside somewhere outside her peripheral vision. Then Vanelle blew her a kiss, and the human mage found herself leaning so far on her chair that she almost fell over. She could smell the thick, musky scent of the dancing night elf, so close was she. The rogue grinned and quickly slung her fingers into her underwear, deftly tugging it down and revealing a muscular, clean-shaven slit. The panties landed in Aienna's lap, but she was too entranced by the nude elf dancing that she didn't move to even touch them. "Like what you see?" Vanelle purred. "Then I'm sure you'll -love- this." As Aienna watched, the night elf swept her long green hair over her shoulder, then reached up with both hands and fiddled with something behind her head. Suddenly Vanelle's whole figure shuddered a bit, and to the human's surprise the rogue's breasts shuddered and began leaking some thick, steaming white fluid. As Aienna watched wide-eyed, a similar trail of white, sticky goo pouring down the smooth purple legs of the elf. Before her alcohol-addled brain could elaborate on this, Vanelle gave her a final wink and -tugged- violently on the skin at her neck, stretching it out wide in both directions. Suddenly her beautiful face collapsed and flopped forward, and then her whole body deformed and split open like a ripe fruit. "Light save me!" was all Aienna could muster as she recoiled on her chair and flipped over, now observing the scene from the floor. The night elf's figure had spilled forward, empty and rubbery and coated with a thick layer of white fluid on the inside. Vanelle's feet still remained on the ground, but they were comically stretched out and deformed, leading into a pair of equally mishapen legs. Above that, however, the purple skin had been cast aside to reveal a well-muscled bull-like male with a dark brown pelt and a thick-limbed but lithe green-skinned woman with a head shaven bald except for a long ponytail falling from the back of her skull. The tauren man grunted and with some effort pulled his massive hooves out of the night elf skin's stretched feet. As he did, his large dick shook loose from its position wedged between the orc female's buttocks, and he grinned and stretched his body as he stroked the member. "Finally out" he said in perfect orcish, the common language of the Horde. The orc woman freed herself from the night elf skin as well, and tossed it onto the bed to join Vanelle's clothes, sending specks of sticky white stuff spattering over the sheets. "Finally. Did you really have to thrust so hard? I'm sore all over," the orc said, her large blue eyes filled with mirth. "There wasn't much room inside there, Grecka," the tauren said, wagging a thick finger as he walked over to the wooden cupboard in the room. "Now attend to our guest, before she does something rash." The human mage was scrambling around on the floor, trying to remember the words of her Blink spell to get out of this bizarre dream she was having, when the orc woman walked over and casually whacked her on the back of a head with a blackjack. Aienna saw stars and was out cold, and the orc put the chair back up and hoisted the unconscious mage into it. While the tauren pulled out a flesh-colored object that dangled on his huge arm from a hidden satchel inside the wardrobe, the orc busied herself stripping Aienna of all her clothes and accessories. When the mage was naked and all her gear laid out on the bed (away from the messy night elf skin so Aienna's clothes wouldn't get messy), Grecka tied the knocked-out human to the chair with a coil of rope. The tauren meanwhile laid the object he had retrieved out on the floor, spreading its empty limbs out carefully before sliding the seam at the back open with one massive thumb. "I still don't see why they couldn't just give us each a suit. Not that I find being squeezed up against you for days in that elf skin," Grecka said as she approached the tauren. "This female is the key. She is the only one who has the right authority to throw the Alliance plans in Ashenvale into disarray. We are both on the mission because if one of us gets incapacitated, the other can still continue. And for the surprise element," the tauren shrugged. "And they knew we work well together. After all, who else could portray human girl and her mother for a whole month flawlessly?" Grecka replied wryly. "Flawlessly... except in private." Ulm chuckled. "She was very tight, that human girl." The tauren nodded to the mass he had laid out on the floor. Spread out on the rug was a perfect copy of Aienna, albeit empty and lifeless. Her lustrous black hair was replicated in detail, spread out like a blanket of night across the rug. Her pale, smooth skin looked almost alive, and the curves on her figure seemed to all be there. And yet she was as empty as the night elf skin now draped over the bed. She needed to be filled. "And the priests will get a headache if they try to scry 'Aienna's' thoughts with both of us in there. I like that part, Ulm," Grecka said mirthfully to the tauren. "I just wish we had more free time now, I feel like I've been in that suit for years." "We can rest when the mission is done, and right now, Aienne is due to return to the command center in Stormwind and file her reports on this evening. And it's getting late already." the tauren, Ulm, said calmly. "I've got her reports here" Grecka said, hoisting up Aienna's satchel. "And I have the false ones here," Ulm said with a trace of amusement, gesturing to the Horde infiltrator's own pack. "Now let's get in there and go make that switch so we can go home to Origrimmar." Grecka nodded, and sat down on the floor on top of the empty human skin. She stretched her muscular green-skinned body out like a swimmer, and then began pushing into the skin. First her legs, then arms, and then she adjusted the body before using her masked hands to slide the open- backed Aienna mask over her own face. Not sealing the thing up, the disguised orc gave her partner a muffled affirmation before laying down on her belly on the rug, spreading her limbs wide. Ulm grunted and lowered himself down after her, his larger and thicker frame less adapted to such movements. He began slipping into the very flexible human-suit after his orcish partner and soon his thick member was pushing towards her lower lips. "Are you ready?" Ulm said, his voice muffled by the suit. "As ready as I can," Grecka acknowledged. Their arms, now both wrapped in the suit's, reached over to the lower back of the skin. As Ulm thrust his manhood deep into his partner, joining the infiltrators very intimately together inside, they began slipping the seam shut. On the chair, the original Aienna was slowly coming to, roused by the grunting and moaning emanating from the floor. As she opened her weary eyes she saw the nightmarish vision of her own skin stretched beyond all reason gyrating and moaning on the floor. Before the gagged mage could react, the wrapped-up figures on the floor howled in ecstasy as Ulm came inside Grecka, and at the same time their clumsy fingers tugged the shared suit shut. The deformed figure wobbled and rippled as the conjoined Horde members inside shrank and melted against each other, joining together much more intimately than even their intercourse had. The skin smoothed out and shrank into a proper shape, while details such as nails and eyelashes changed texture and became real. The figure on the floor shook her long black hair and rose to her feet a bit unsteadily, thick white fluid running from her slit as she did. When she turned to look Aienna straight in the face, the tied-up mage saw it was like looking into a mirror. Somehow, the suit had merged the orc and tauren into a perfect double of their captive, and the original could scarcely believe it. The new Aienna smiled sweetly at her double and ran a hand across the captive's cheek before walking over to the bed and getting dressed. Soon, the new Aienna was dressed immaculately in the original's clothes. She had tied her hair up exactly like Aienna had and put on every little piece of jewelry and arranged every belt in the right position. The naked woman tied to the chair shouted angrily but the gag prevented her from calling attention from the rest of the inn or making any sense. As she glared angrily, still woozy from the booze, her double finished getting dressed and then threw out all her carefully written and sealed reports from the courier satchel Aienna had carried here. The false Aienna replaced all of the scrolls with very good forgeries before closing the satchel up and extinguishing the lamp. Then she quickly picked up the backpack that 'Vanelle' had carried here and walked towards the door. As she was about to leave, the new Aienna turned to her original and gave her a kiss on the forehead, giggling. Then she was gone. The naked and tied-up mage was left alone in a dark room with the empty, semen-stained skin of a night elf. *** "Right, here it is. Stay sharp now," the raven-haired human mage said to herself as she walked up the final stairwall. Her steps were light as feathers and quiet as a cat, just like the real Aienna. The persons currently inhabiting her form were a hunter and a shaman, which allowed them to reasonably fake Aienna's magical abilities and grace. They had also studied the mage's life as intimately as they could with Horde resources, memorizing her mannerisms, way of speaking and other small details as well as they could. Aienna knocked quickly twice and then placed a third, heavier knock on the heavy oak of the door, which swung open. Inside was a small office, where a hawkish, intense-looking human man sat writing at a massive desk. "Aienna Sunbreeze. Warsong offensive reports as ordered, sir," the false Aienna said, giving a classic Stormwind salute. "Did everything go well?" the man said, barely looking up. "As well as could be expected, sir. There is no sign the orcs will relent, however, and we now have intelligence they will make their big push using goblin dirigibles and explosives. It's all in the reports, sir." The man looked up and smiled, and for a moment the impostor wondered if he had seen through her ruse. But then he gestured for the satchel, and she placed it on his desk. He made no motion to open it, and indeed quickly looked back down to his writing. "Is that all then, sir? Do you want me to go into more de-" she began. "No no. I'll have the reports read by the military commanders in charge. Stormwind thanks you once again, brave mage." "Just doing what I can for my country," Aienna said, relishing in the irony. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I have about three months of dung and sweat to wash off with a long bath." "Excellent idea. You do smell a little rank, mage. Dismissed," the man said with a chuckle. She gave another salute and turned around to leave the room. Once outside she followed the stairwell back down through the command center. It had been so easy to get past the security checks and guards that the impostor had almost feared it was a trap. She could not have pulled this deception off at length, for there were changing code-words and procedures she didn't know about, but for just this brief infiltration it was quite possible for a Horde operative to get within the Alliance's heart. Or operatives in the case of Grecka and Ulm's shared disguise. And now, with the real reports safely ensconed in her satchel, she could leave the city quietly again, shed her disguise and become the huntress and shaman pair, and they could then return in triumph to Orgrimmar. It was all going like clockwork... "Aienna!" a voice called from behind her. The false human girl turned to see a handsome, rugged-looking human man walk towards her with a wide smile on his face. He had messy brown hair and bright brown eyes and a very honest expression despite the scars and slight stubble that marred his otherwise youthful face. He was dressed in a suit of platemail armor with the same type of Stormwind ornamentation that Aienna's mage outfit carried, and he carried a shield on his back and a sword at his side. Fortunately the Horde infiltrators had studied Aienna's personal friends and family well and his name was already on their lips before he could come any closer. "Alden! I didn't know you were here!" she said, and embraced him. In fact, according to the timetables and schedules he -shouldn't- be here. Alden was Aienna's present lover (although rumors of the mage woman's dalliances on the side were widespread) and a powerful warrior himself, but according to the intelligence the Horde had intercepted he should still be at the garrison in the Blasted Lands, fighting against warlocks and demon-worshippers. "I just got back today. I took a bit of a beating from some fel magic and they had to patch me up in the healer's sanctum in the Cathedral. But now I'm as good as new. What about you? How was Warsong?" She rolled her eyes and sighed. "The same endless slog. But I'll tell you all about it later, I have some important errands to run first." She turned to leave, knowing she should immediately leave Alden's presence to avoid doing or saying something that would blow her cover. "Wait, Aienna. Wait," he called, and rushed after her. She turned around and the paladin pulled her into a tight embrace, then leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. The false mage felt her head spin a bit from the warm feelings spreading from her breasts and groin and couldn't help but gasp for breath when he released her. "Alden... what...?" she stammered. "We haven't seen each other in months, and all you think about is duty? Aienna, don't you remember what you promised when we parted?" He gave her a hopeful smile. Of course the reports had no clue about such personal details, but from the hopeful smile and expression, the impostor had a very good idea what it was Alden expected. Suddenly she felt trapped. She could make an excuse now, claiming she was still tired or in no mood after her long journey, but that might cause Alden to become suspicious and make inquiries, or even worse raise the alarm. Or she could reciprocate in the manner she suspected he hoped, and risk being discovered through intimacy. Either choice seemed bad, and for a moment the two minds inside Aienna considered just hitting Alden and making a run for it. But when they considered it, both Grecka and Ulm had some curiosity about the young paladin. They had never made love to someone while sharing a suit, but the two had some pleasant experiences using the magical disguises in the past. "Of course I do. But Alden, we're in the middle of the command center..." she whispered. The paladin's somewhat gloomy expression brightened, and he leaned in closer to the woman he believed to be his lady love. "Well... what do you think about being a bit more... daring than usual?" he said. "Life is short. We never know if we'll meet again when we part..." The lady mage smiled and nodded empathically, increasingly seeing this as by far the best solution to this predicament. Alden grabbed her hand and led her down the stairs into the ground floor of the stone building, then out through the main door. The moons had risen and cast a beautiful silvery light over the varied rooftops and steeples of Stormwind, and a salty breeze wafted in from the harbor. Aienna followed Aiden across the grass-covered training ground and up a small pathway to a smaller building which was nonetheless imposing in itself where it sat on the top of a small hill. Once inside the couple snuck down some creaking wooden stairs into a musty cellar where food and drink was stored. They entered a small room filled with stored wine bottles and Alden shut the door. "Nobody's going to come down here at this hour" the paladin said, turning to the lady mage. Aienna was already starting to shed her complicated battle-mage outfit, folding garments over the satchel containing the true Warsong reports and the large backpack containing the Horde couple's equipment. Alden grinned widely and began unbuckling his armor, making an effort to keep as quiet as he could while shedding the thick metal plates. The couple pretending to be Aienna were a bit surprised at how forward the young paladin was, but then it seemed he and the real Aienna had a quite developed relationship, and his words about never knowing when they'd have time together again did make a lot of sense. The human female continued undressing, soon standing on the chill stone floor in only her underwear. Alden discarded his pants on a table as well, and his breeches displayed a thick lump already. The sorceress walked closer and pulled him into a passionate kiss even as she let one hand rub against that alluring thick lump. He replied in turn, slowly caressing her breasts through her bra before reaching behind her to unhook it, revealing her bosom. She took the opportunity of closeness to pull him into another kiss, then tugged at his underwear even as he began playfully tugging her panties. Alden was already erect and his member was quite sizeable for a human, and suddenly the couple inside Aienna knew part of why the human mage liked this young man. She grabbed his meat with one soft hand and massaged it a little, causing Alden to groan in pleasure. He responded by massaging her breasts, sending jolts of ecstasy into her shared brain. She climbed onto one of the small tables, spreading her legs wide and showing off her snatch with an alluring smile, and the paladin followed, rubbing the tip of his shaft against her lower lips playfully. As she cooed in pleasure and smiled at him, he took the plunge and soon his manhood was making its first tenative thrusts into her slit. She gasped as pleasure shot through her from the penetration and breast massage, and pulled him closer to herself so he impaled her deeper and deeper. Soon he was thrusting back and forth with some force, making her shake with lust. She kissed him voraciously, letting her lips trail down his cheek and neck and leaving a slobber of hot saliva. He responded by grabbing one of her nipples and gently twisting it while cupping her other breast and squeezing it like a sponge. She cried out, and he thrust deeper into her, brushing her depths. She could feel orgasm approach with every little movement he made inside her, like her entire body was being teased with an electric current. This feeling, this shared pleasure of both body and mind was beyond anything Grecka or Ulm had ever experienced. For the moment, only Aienna existed, and she wanted - no needed - Alden to finish. He was already leaking precum when he started, but by his grunting and his hot breath on her neck and back it seemed he was as close as she was now. They grabbed onto each other like they were drowning, each thrust shaking them both down to the bone. The storage cellar vanished in a crimson haze as Alden came, screaming out Aienna's name as his manhood released a spurt of thick, stringy cum into the human woman. She came a moment later, her hot juices mixing with his and pouring down his shaft, leaking between them and dripping onto the floor. She clawed at his back and he kissed her repeatedly, frenziedly as they came together, Alden pumping and pumping load after load into the lady mage until he had nothing more to give. Barely able to speak, the couple staggered together back to where they had left their clothes. Alden pulled out of her with a wet sound, causing even more juices to drip onto the floor. She spread out his cloak over the chill cobblestones, and soon the couple were curled up on top of the thick fabric, cuddling together, kissing and hugging as the haze of orgasm lifted. And soon, as night settled in the city above them, they drifted blissfully off to sleep. *** "Hurry. I am hurrying!" the false Aienna nagged herself as she slipped into the outhouse behind the farmhouse. When she had woken up and found Alden gone (leaving simply a note with a crudely drawn heart and a "Later" message behind), she had quickly gotten dressed and left the building before too many people could wake up. It was still early morning and she had already covered half of Elwynn forest before spotting the rickety wooden outhouse. Once inside she began stripping out of her regal outfit once more, noting that it was quite creased and dirty from her escapade. The real Aienna probably cleaned it effortlessly with magic, not that the infiltrators would ever need it again. Now naked, the false Aienna reached up to her neck and pulled the hidden seam open, her fair skin quickly bulging out and becoming deformed as Ulm pulled out from the seam in the back into a sitting position on the toilet. "That feels -so- good!" Grecka shouted as she finally got out of the Aienna skin. Both the orc huntress and her shaman companion were covered in stale juices, and the suit was extremely sticky inside. A few dribbles leaked onto the wooden floor of the outhouse but that didn't matter. Let the farmer make up his own conclusions. The two snuck outside, making sure they weren't being watched. Then they quickly emptied the backpack they had carried from the start of the adventure and got dressed in their regular equipment. Stuffing the Aienna skin and clothes down into the latrine barrel, the couple ran through the forest towards freedom. Soon enough they would be picked up by a scheduled zeppelin pickup and then be on their way back to Orgrimmar. Grecka patted the satchel filled with the priceless Warsong reports as they ran. "That's one mission well done," she said, laughing. "And we even got to have some fun during it," Ulm said, winking to the orc, "but let's not tarry. We will be rewarded very well for this delivery." "Tomorrow we live like royalty in Orgrimmar!" Grecka said triumphantly as the couple crossed the river into Duskwood. *** Alden casually strolled through the gates of Stormwind, his battle-plate gleaming in the morning sunlight. The guards saluted the paladin as he walked down the road towards Goldshire and vanished around the crest of the landscape. What they did not see was the paladin's stoic expression breaking into a giggle, and how his armored figure suddenly dashed off to the side of the road, heading into the undergrowth of the forest. He jogged up into the hills just southwest of the city walls until he found a small path leading up to a small niche formed by a pair of tall rocks. There he stopped, and quietly pulled out a satchel previously hidden under his flowing cloak. He placed it gently on top of a rock, and then began pulling off his gauntlets. Soon Alden was removing his armor and clothing alike, dropping the metal pieces to rest in the soft dirt seemingly careless to how this would ruin their polished sheen. He tossed shirt, pants and cloak on top as well and soon he stood naked in the morning sunlight, stretching his taut muscles and flexing his arms. With a reluctant sigh, he reached up to his neck and fiddled with something, and soon a previously hidden catch opened. The paladin's muscular, youthful frame collapsed and became a hollow effigy as he pulled forward with his manhood now dangling limply between his legs. A flash of blonde hair glinted in the sunlight, and suddenly Alden was no more. There was only a curvaceous, alluring blood elf female removing an empty skin of a young human paladin. She tugged Alden's now-lifeless penis from her groin with a wet pop, giggling at the pleasant memories of last night. Dropping Alden's empty skin on top of the pile of clothes and armor, she spoke a few arcane words and soon the garments and disguise were engulfed in roaring magic flames which began to consume them. If anyone chanced upon this place later they would find nothing but some blackened pieces of platemail and unidentifiable ashes. The elf gestured again and suddenly she was clothed in an ornate blood-red and golden set of robes proudly displaying the symbols of the Horde and Silvermoon City. With a wicked grin she picked up the satchel and slung it over her shoulder, taking one final peek to make sure the fire was not going out. She patted the satchel gently with one slender hand. "Well, my dear Grecka and Ulm, thank you for doing the heavy lifting for me," she said in melodic elven. "I'm sorry I had to give you a second set of false reports to turn in, but all's fair in love and spycraft, as you know." The blood elf began casting a spell which would teleport her instantly to Orgrimmar, beating Grecka and Ulm by a full day. "It's a shame I won't be able to thank you for the fun time we had together, but maybe we'll have fun again sometime in the future. I'm sure you'll have to do many many more 'dirty' jobs after the embarrasment of turning in a set of fake Warsong reports." The blood elf giggled as she vanished, leaving the fire to burn out on its own.