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The Stormwind Courier
By: Lyrissa
"Light watch over you, private!" the guard captain said and snapped his
gauntleted hand up to his helmet in a crisp salute.
Private Alicia Hawkins smiled and saluted back at the captain, then
grabbed the reins of her steed firmly and smacked her lips, gently
prodding the animal's flanks with her heels. The majestic stallion began
galloping down the massive stone bridge leading across the moat out of
the city of Stormwind and Hawkins leaned down a little to make the going
easier for the horse. She smiled and patted the animal's thick mane as
they went past the statues of heroes from the past and through the vast
arch in the outer battlement. Then they were rushing down a packed dirt
road leading south towards the town of Goldshire. Autumn was coming to
Elwynn forest and the leaves were already turning red, orange and
yellow, and there was the scent of ripe vegetables in the air that
indicated that it was time to harvest.
Alicia giggled as she rode her faithful mount towards the small farmer
community. She was young and fresh-faced, and her suit of Stormwind
guard armor was still spot-free with the blue and gold tabard neatly
pressed. Her steely grey plate clinked gently as the stallion galloped,
and occasionally Hawkins reached down to her side to reassure herself
the leather tube strapped to the saddle right in front of her was still
secured tightly. One end of the object was sealed with wax imprinted
with the seal of the Stormwind army and Alicia briefly mused on how
valuable such an outwardly unassuming object could truly be. She patted
the canister absentmindedly.
As the rider approached Goldshire she beckoned her horse to slow down,
and they passed through the town at a slow canter. The town square was
busy as always, with oddly dressed adventurers and fortune seekers from
all across Azeroth bargained, begged, plotted and argued on their way to
or from whatever quest they were currently on. At the sight of a fully
armored Stormwind guard most of them made room so Hawkins could pass,
and a few even saluted her. Once, Goldshire had been a much more lawless
town than it was today, but the constant presence of units of Stormwind
soldiers had quelled most of the troublemaking. A small girl, probably
no more than six or seven years old, tossed a red apple to the courier
as she passed, and Alicia caught it deftly and gave the girl a friendly
wave and a smile before riding past her and out of town.
Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement as Hawkins bit into the ripe red
fruit. The apple was juicy and rather sweet and refreshed the young
woman nicely as she took the eastern road from the Goldshire town limits
leading into the Alliance heartland. The autumn sun was a little paler
than it had been in summer but still quite hot, and Alicia found that
the apple only lasted her a short time before she felt dry and tired in
the saddle. Seeing that her stallion was sweating as well the young
courier stopped where the road forded a shallow stream, and she let the
horse drink its fill from the clear sparkling water while Alicia herself
drank and refilled her canteen. The Stormwind uniform was warm, but also
necessary in case of ambushes and furthermore a symbol of the power of
the Alliance which made many potential threats choose to avoid the young
woman.
"Feeling better, boy?" she asked her horse, and the animal inclined its
head and snorted.
They set out again shortly, as the courier wanted to reach their
destination before nightfall. As she slung herself into the saddle again
she patted the flank of the horse and noted that it was now looking
refreshed and even eager to keep going. As the stallion whinnied a
little the rider giggled and quickened their pace into a gallop again.
The forest and farmland flew past on either side, but Hawkins largely
ignored anything and anyone, focusing on her mission. Soon the lush
landscape of Elwynn began giving way to red rocks which rose into hills,
and the ground became hard and stony as well. Instead of continuing
northeast towards Redridge, however, Alicia and her mount turned south
and crossed another small stream before riding into the ominous, ill-
reputed forest of Duskwood. Once a fertile, sunny human province,
Duskwood had been badly mauled by the Horde invasion and then suffered a
gradual influx of supernatural influences and quite mundane monsters
which had turned the once-beautiful forest dark and brooding. Hawkins
did not care much, however. She was too focused on her task and too
secure in her abilities to worry about ambushes by feral worgen or
simple undead.
After passing the gloomy town of Darkshire the courier turned into the
hills leading east into the even more ominous Dreadwind Pass, a maze of
grey rock formations, gorges and twisted, gnarled trees. It was already
afternoon, but Alicia knew that she and her mount could soon rest as
they were closing on their goal. Managing to avoid the large, diseased
birds of prey that infested the Pass, they soon emerged onto a
descending, meandering packed dirt road which led down from the
mountains. The air wafting into what little of the young woman's face
that was exposed by her helmet was warm and humid and brought with it a
smell of decay mixed with salt.
"Let's find a sheltered place, hmm? I know you're tired. So am I. But
we're done soon," she said, patting her horse firmly.
The animal whinnied and soon they were descending along the path into
the Swamp of Sorrows. Peering around in the somewhat murky air, Alicia
guided her stallion off the path before the first bridge and into the
undergrowth. They were not yet in the marsh itself but in a small series
of drier hills overlooking it, dominated by ancient, lichen-covered
trees. Finally Alicia spotted what seemed like a dry, soft spot of grass
that was far out of sight of the road, and there she dismounted, her
thick-soled boots burrowing into the soft dirt under her feet. Hawkins
smiled and brushed her horse's mane before stretching her legs and arms
which were both sore from the long ride.
"You did good," she said and unhitched the saddlebags from the sides of
her faithful steed, dropping them onto the ground. "Now we deserve some
fun, hmm?"
The young woman giggled and lifted her hands to her head, removing her
thick metal helmet and dropping it on top of the bags. Her long brown
hair was tied firmly at the back of her head to not get into the way,
but now she reached up and dissolved the knot, letting the soft brown
hair fall over her armored shoulders. The horse snorted appreciatively,
and Alicia chuckled and walked over to begin unstrapping the military
saddle from the loyal beast. She took extra care to remove the sealed
leather canister from the saddle and stash it safely in the saddlebags
first, then she hefted sweat-stained saddle off and dropped it
unceremoniously in the dry grass. Wrapping up the blue cloth that
covered the stallion's back, Hawkins then carefully removed the bridle
and flopped it on top of the saddle.
"Feeling better?" she asked the horse, and the animal whinnied happily,
bucking a little at being relieved of the last piece of gear.
Being a courier, Alicia was happy that she wasn't expected to ride a
fully armored steed like most Stormwind soldiers. It was enough of a
hassle getting her mount out of what it already had.
"Oh, I see you're still a bit hot and bothered," Alicia giggled as she
saw the member between the horse's legs. "Let's do something about that,
hmm?"
Singing a strange rhythmic song to herself which sounded odd coming from
the soft lips of the young human woman, the courier pulled her Stormwind
tabard off and dropped it on the ground, then began unbuckling her suit
of armor. The horse stood back and watched as each piece of plate fell
to the ground, a glint of appreciation in its dark eyes. After getting
out of her uniform, Alicia continued to remove her clothes, a simple
affair of rough but practical brown garments that were comfortable
enough under the armor. She undressed quickly, dropping shirt, pants and
boots onto her pile of armor and then giving her mount a mischievous
grin.
"You about ready for fun, boy?" the young soldier said, teasingly
tugging at the straps of her bra.
The brown and white stallion inclined its large head in agreement, an
unusual intelligence burning in the horse's dark eyes. Alicia smiled and
unclasped her bra, letting her small but shapely breasts flop free in
the evening air. After that she tugged her panties down her muscular
thighs, revealing a neatly shaven snatch. Kicking the panties onto the
pile, Alicia shook out her sweat-matted brown hair into a wide cascade
of brown and rubbed her hands across her naked body. Seeing that the
horse was watching closely, she put one finger on her chin as if in deep
thought.
"So you or me, I wonder?" she said as she deliberated. "You, I think!"
The courier strode over to the horse in a few confident steps and knelt
down underneath the animal. The stallion's member was quivering with
excitement, the long blunt shaft fully erect under the mount's powerful
abdomen. Alicia giggled and reached in with both hands to begin massage
the horse's meat, rubbing up and down along the long rigid shaft,
teasing it and playing with it. The stallion whinnied and trembled,
clearly more than excited to be touched so intimately. The horse went
almost cross-eyed as Hawkins continued her ministrations, evidently
enjoying every second. Alicia on her hand had begun blushing as her own
libido rose by her stimulation of her faithful companion. Thick,
steaming precum leaked from the massive member in her hands onto the
human girl's hands and trickled down her arms, pouring over her
tomboyish body. The warm stickiness made her gasp in arousal as she
remembered how long she had been forced to abstain from doing this.
Alicia felt her nipples stiffen in the cool air as her strong hands kept
pumping along the horse's manhood. Her body was already rosy with
passion and she breathed quickly as she continued. She had been forced
to conceal her desire to do this for two months now and the restrained
had become torturous near the end. She wondered if the stallion had felt
the same or if it had managed to relieve itself with some nice-looking
filly in the stables. She made a mental point to ask. Finally free of
her heavy armor and clothes, the courier became a wild, ferocious
creature whose skilled hands pleasured the large animal quicker and
quicker. She didn't touch herself at all because she didn't have to. The
long weeks of built-up desire and longing and the thought of what lay
ahead were more than enough to make her loins quiver with ecstasy. The
horse was close now, perhaps only a stroke or two away from release.
Suddenly the stallion bucked and reared. It carefully avoided hitting
Alicia with its metal-shod hooves as she crouched beneath it, and as if
in response to her half-formed desire, the horse then came. The loud
whinny made Hawkins happy that she had selected a secluded spot and then
all other thoughts were wiped from her mind as a blast of steaming hot
ropy cum showered her. The horse member in her hands pulsated with surge
after surge of semen, and the human woman sat back on her haunches and
let it wash over her, spreading her legs wide and gasping. The thought
of the contrast behind their proper by-the-books exit from Stormwind and
the forbidden, animalistic pleasure they now shared washed all other
things from Alicia's mind and she screamed out as passion overtook her.
The stallion pumped and pumped, coating the human girl, her clothes and
the discarded saddle with sticky cum, but then a sudden change happened.
The horse's loud whinnies of passion changed in pitch and became more
sonorous and articulated. Suddenly the flow of ropy seed temporarily
stopped, and then resumed at a slower pace. Something bulged at the
groin of the stallion as if a huge cyst had suddenly formed in the lower
body of the animal. Then the lump moved, slithering forward and down
into the horse 's manhood. It was like watching a huge constrictor snake
swallow prey except in reverse. The bulgy object was pushed onwards and
onwards by each thrust of passion of the horse until the front end of it
thrust all the way up to the cock head. Suddenly a dome of soaked blonde
hair poked out through the slit of the stallion's member and Alicia
grinned widely as she wiped long trails of cum from her face to see
better. The patch of hair continued thrusting outward and soon revealed
itself to be the blonde-haired head of a beautiful blood elf woman, who
gasped for air as her mouth cleared the slit. The thrusts were
convulsive now, and the body of the stallion looked like it was losing
substance and deflating with each push. A pair of fair-skinned slick
shoulders pushed out of the horse's member, followed by a chest with a
pair of large, soft breasts and a thin waist. The blonde blood elf
pulled her arms out from where they had been trapped at her sides and
grabbed hold of the ground, pulling herself forward.
With a final soft 'plop', the rest of the beautiful blood elf girl
tumbled out of the end of the horsecock and she flopped onto the grass
even as the horse's body sagged into an empty pile next to her, still
leaking the last trickles of semen from its now flattened-out member.
"Welcome back out Alyyra," Alicia said with a giggle, getting slowly to
her feet to avoid slipping in the puddles of cum.
"Thanks," the blood elf said, spitting some semen out which clung to her
lower lip and law in long sticky strands. "Was nice in there, but it
this felt wonderful."
The elf stretched her curvaceous body and tried to clean off as much of
the thick liquid as she could. She peered over at the collapsed stallion
costume with a proud smile and then turned to Alicia. Before the human
girl could do anything the blood elf stepped in close and pulled her
into a deep kiss, a trail of horse seed sticking between their lips as
they pulled apart.
"Mmmm. Wish we could do it again, but we can't waste too much time," the
human said. "Give me a hand?"
Alyyra nodded and stepped in closer as the courier turned her back.
Alicia brushed her sticky brown hair across one shoulder and felt at her
neck, aided by the blood elf's probing fingers. Soon they had found a
small catch there and with a firm tug released it, pulling it downwards
across the human girl's back. Hawkins' skin parted bloodlessly and began
distending as the two of them pulled and tugged on it. A broader but
still lean blue back could be seen in the seam on the human's back, and
soon Alyyra tugged at Alicia's head and watched as the plain but pretty
human's features collapsed into an empty mask that flopped forward
across her chest. The pointed, grinning face of a male troll emerged,
sitting incongruously on top of the courier's shoulders.
"Now da rest," the troll said, suddenly in a deep baritone male voice
with the thick accent of his kind.
With Alyyra's help the troll struggled out of the much smaller skinsuit
of Alicia and they both chuckled when his long, firm manhood sprang out
from behind the human girl's groin. The troll reached down with one
three-fingered hand and rubbed his member a little, his body still
tingly after orgasming as the human girl. Finally they managed to get
him fully out of the human suit, which the troll flopped on top of
Hawkins's semen-drenched clothes.
"Ya got da roomy suit, I got da tight one. Ya don't want to know how
hard it's been not touching myself for this long," the troll said as he
stretched and shook out his sweaty read mane of hair.
"I'm sure," Alyyra said with a giggle. "We should get ready to continue
to Stonard then?"
He nodded.
"Ya, bettah get ya serious face on, sistah," he said with a chuckle as
he knelt down and rummaged deep within the saddlebags.
The troll pulled out a lot of different utility objects like rope and
lamp oil before reaching the very bottom of the leather bag, from which
he pulled two cloth-wrapped, carefully folded piles. He tossed one to
Alyyra, who quickly began unwrapping it. She shook out the thing inside
the wrapping, revealing it to be the empty skin of another troll male.
In contrast to her companion's rich blue skin and red hair with upwards-
jutting tusks, the skin had a more greenish-blue tint with dark green
hair in a mohawk and tusks which only arced slightly. Alyyna giggled at
the slack manhood which dangled between the suit's legs but wasted
little time. Her slick body began slipping into the much larger skin
through the seam in the back and she had no trouble donning it.
"Help me out a bit Ja'ndo?" she said as she struggled with the heavy
mask of the disguise.
The troll stepped over, dropping his own folded package on the ground.
His three-fingered hands were surprisingly nimble and quickly lifted and
supported the sagging skin around Alyyna's small frame. The blood elf
was adjusting her legs and arms inside the longer, thicker troll ones
even as Ja'ndo rammed the mask down over her head and began closing the
seam at the rump of the suit.
"Let's get this done," Alyyna said with a muffled voice from within the
sagging suit, her green eyes just barely peeking out through the empty
eye holes of the mask.
Ja'ndo's fingers pulled upwards quickly and deftly and the greenish-blue
skin closed as if there was no seam at all. Just before he tugged the
opening shut at the seal point near the neck, the troll reached around
the costumed blood elf to grab hold of the empty, sock-like manhood
dangling from her suit's groin. As Ja'ndo tugged the suit shut he was
rewarded with the feeling of the empty form in his hand stiffening and
growing erect as Alyyna quickly changed from blood elf in badly fitting
troll costume to a true troll male. Lean muscles tied themselves into
shape in her arms and legs, tusks attached themselves and the dark green
mohawk quickly took root and became lustrous and real. Ja'ndo gave his
new brother troll a friendly greeting as he worked his manhood, pumping
up and down the shaft with a wide grin as he nibbled the long ears of
the costumed Alyyna.
"Nnngh... mon... you said we should not be wasting time," Alyyna grunted
in her... or rather his new male voice.
"Dis isn't a waste," Ja'ndo whispered in the ear of the other troll. "We
still got some hours before dark. I just wanted to get ya into this."
He gently applied some pressure on the troll-suited blood elf's manhood
and was rewarded with a howl of pleasure. Both of them were already raw
with ecstasy after their orgasm as stallion and girl, and now that
passion was building again in their new forms. Ja'ndo kissed the neck of
his partner, loving the dry, musty smell of the other troll and feeling
his heart beat faster even as his hands worked.
"J-Ja'ndo, I," the other troll grunted as his manhood quivered under his
partner's touch.
"Sssch Zuzulo. Don't talk. Just enjoy," Ja'ndo whispered.
Zuzulo, formerly Alyyna, gasped and felt a rosy burst of pleasure spread
through his loins and face. He closed his eyes, enjoying the greater
height and physical strength of his troll disguise, as well as the
virility of once more having a thick manhood between his legs. He
secretly loved playing Ja'ndo's human form's mount, but he would never
admit it in his real form. Now, however, there was no such
considerations. There were no more private Alicia and her steed, or even
Alyyna. There were just two good troll friends sharing a moment of
fragile intimacy in a world of war. Ja'ndo's hands pumped onwards as
Zuzulo felt a pressure at his rump, and he slowly lowered himself onto
all four on the muddy ground. Ja'ndo entered him slowly and gently,
knowing his friend was out of practice after all these months in
disguise. His thick manhood parted Zuzulo's buttocks and trailed a thin
trickle of precum as it went deep into the other troll. Zuzulo grunted
as he was filled and Ja'ndo released his member to instead grab hold of
his back to gain leverage.
Ja'ndo thrust slowly and carefully but with enough force to give them
both pleasure. The musk of the two trolls, mixed with the still
lingering scent of the horse, human girl and elf, mixed into a heady,
arousing brew in the noses of both lovers. Zuzulo loved the freedom and
the feeling of his rock-hard erection pushing against his taut abs while
Ja'ndo loved having his partner in this form and feeling release in his
own body for once. They muttered inconsequential affectations as the
thrusting continued, each push digging deeper into Zuzulo. The disguised
blood elf bit his lower lip and balled his hands into fists and the
enrapturing pleasure rushed through him, and his own member felt like it
might erupt at any moment. Ja'ndo for his part was groaning loudly,
driven on by Zuzulo's welcoming body and assurances of love. It felt
like the two trolls were joined that way for an eternity, Ja'ndo
thrusting deep into his friend and both enjoying relaxing their guard
and letting another close for once. Their sweaty bodies slapped together
as they found passion harder and harder to control, and it was evident
they were hovering on the edge of orgasm.
Then Ja'ndo could no longer contain himself. He screamed out and pumped
seed deep into Zuzulo's rear, and his lover clenched down and accepted
it, grunting loudly. Zuzulo came a moment later, his erect member
spewing spurts of ropy cum over the ground and his own body. Ja'ndo
never felt so close to anyone as during these rare moments of intimacy
which he felt he could only share with Zuzulo... Alyyna... whatever form
his partner wore. Their voices joined in a chorus of pleasure as they
thrust back and forth until the swell of passion began to subside.
Ja'ndo slumped forward against his friend, kissing the back of the
greenish-blue skin of the other troll.
"Ya... ya still good," Zuzulo mumbled
"Thanks..."
They rested for a few moments, with Ja'ndo pulling out of Zuzulo's rump,
releasing a torrent of excess cum. Zuzulo on his part flopped over on
his back, staring up at the gathering dusk while his long, hard member
slowly pumped out the last few weak spurts of orgasm. Ja'ndo lay down
next to him, and they embraced, lying there watching as the sky grew
darker and the first faint stars could be seen against the deep azure
firmament.
"Wish dis could last forevah," Ja'ndo said, and leaned in to kiss his
lover.
"But it can't. It's getting dark, and if we get caught like dis..."
Zuzulo said with deep regret.
His friend nodded. There was no need to say more. Here, at the border of
Alliance territory and with the remains of a Stormwind courier and her
mount laying behind them, two trolls were very exposed and vulnerable.
Ja'ndo got to his feet and walked over to the cloth-wrapped package he
had discarded earlier, unwrapping it and shaking it out, while Zuzulo
cleaned up the camp site as well as he could, and produced a simple
troll headhunter's outfit from the other saddlebag. Getting dressed in a
pair of leather shorts and a harness matched by ankle wraps and wrist
wraps in studded leather, Zuzulo looked over as Ja'ndo unfurled the
large, empty skin of a bright red riding raptor. The empty dinosaur skin
was larger than either troll, and Zuzulo walked over and helped part the
seam so that his friend could enter. Ja'ndo gave Zuzulo a grin and a
final kiss on the cheek before they began the difficult task of aligning
the blue-skinned troll inside the raptor's empty form. The long tail and
awkwardly angled legs of the animal were the biggest problems, but
eventually they managed to get Ja'ndo reasonably settled in. With a
final, wistful sigh, Zuzulo closed up the seam running across the red-
scaled back.
The raptor filled out and shook its large head, hissing affectionately
and leaning in to nuzzle Zuzulo.
"Dere girl. We gotta get goin' before anyone finds dis mess," the troll
said.
Zuzulo quickly gathered up the clothes and armor of Hawkins and piled it
up underneath a bush under one gnarled tree. He then folded up the empty
skins of the human girl and the stallion, and hid them deep within the
saddlebags. Disregarding the blue blanket, Zuzulo changed a few straps
and adjusted some clasps, and then he slung the now modified saddle
across the raptor's back. They had carefully measured the horse and
dinosaur suits so that they matched close enough to use the same
equipment, something that saved a huge amount of time. Strapping the
saddlebags to the back, Zuzulo surveyed the camp site. It was obvious
someone had been there, and closer inspection would reveal the puddles
of semen spread all over the packed dirt, but at a glance it looked
fine.
Smiling, the troll outrider walked over the stroked the muzzle of his
faithful raptor. He jumped into the saddle with surprising agility and
made sure the container was still firmly secured to the thick leather by
the horn. The encoded messages inside, originally destined for the
garrison in Loch Modan, would never reach its destination. The secrets
within were undoubtedly minor, but that wasn't the point. The point was
to prove that with their mastery of deception and disguises, Ja'ndo and
Alyyna could get in anywhere and blend in with anyone.
As Zuzulo spurred his riding raptor out from the thickets and back onto
the road, he laughed. It had been an odd couple of months, and now he
couldn't wait to rest in the comfortable dinginess of Stonard for a few
weeks. Who knew? Maybe they would get a new assignment soon, given how
they had proved their capability. The courier and his mount continued
down the path into the dusk, leaving the messy glade behind.
They were going home.
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