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Undercover Alliance By: Lyrissa "I don't think I heard you right," Thormod said carefully. "You want us to betray the Alliance and join the Horde?" General Middleton furrowed his brow and sighed, shifting the weight of his resplendent Stormwind armour and looked at the group of four Alliance warriors assembled in his comfortable office in Stormwind Keep. "No, that's not what I said, sir paladin. I said I need you and your team to go undercover in Horde territory. Spy on them, if you will. We have heard rumours that the Horde is planning something big in Stranglethorn valley, but with SI:7 spread thin to keep tabs on Horde operations they are too short on men to redeploy someone there. You and your group have a record that speaks for itself and thus I believe you're suited for the job." Thormod and his three companions shifted uneasily in their seats, still not convinced. Thormod himself was a muscular human paladin with dark brown hair and a moustache adorning his rough-hewn face, clad in a suit of heavy grey gladiator armour with massive plated shoulderpads. His heavy helmet rested in his lap, and his ornate shield and sword rested against his chair. Next to him sat Velardus Swiftwind, a regal-looking night elf druid and Thormod's trusted second-in-command. Velardus had deep purple skin and hair of deep, verdant green framing his stern aquiline features. The druid wore a set of thick brown and green robes covered in leaf-like designs and a pair of shoulderpads shaped like the paws of a great bear. On Thormod's other side sat Lenera Stonemender, a draenei shamaness of considerable power. Her rich blue skin was free of any blemish from her hoofed legs to her short tail up to her curved, elegant horns and she smiled slightly as she listened to the proceedings. Her short bush of dark blue hair framed her pretty face perfectly and her purple and grey shaman outfit revealed just a hint of the curves hiding beneath the chain and leather. Slightly behind Thormod and Lenera sat Rik Folson, the last member of the team. The human rogue was muscular, with deeply tanned skin, but little of it was visible as he was clad almost head to toe in a terrifying black leather armour set that carried skull-shaped ornaments to further create the image of a bringer of death. Unlike the other three who had mostly put their weapons down for the meeting, Rik's twin jagged daggers hung from his belt ready for action. What the rogue thought about the situation was unreadable beneath his mask. Thormod's team had been together through thick and thin for years, frequently operating on their own in dangerous areas far beyond the Alliance's military control. They had fought through battlegrounds and arenas, journeyed through portals in space and time and delved into the depths of long-forgotten dungeons. The suggestion that they would infiltrate the Horde seemed almost ridiculous for a group that was so well-known for fighting Horde forces. "With all due respect, sir," Rik said in his deep, dark voice, "but while I could do this job I don't think my partners are any good for it. Too hard to sneak around in those giant suits of armour." Thormod chuckled and nodded. "I do agree with my colleague. Surely there must be better groups for this sort of assignment?" The general shuffled his papers and met Thormod's gaze evenly. "We are in possession of some special magical equipment that will allow you to pose as Horde warriors for the duration of the assignment." "Like orbs of deception?" Lenera inquired, her chin-tentacles quivering slightly. "Somewhat like that, yes, but the equipment we will supply you with have no time limitation and cannot be dispelled by a simple feat of magic. You will be totally undetectable to anyone who doesn't know what to look for." "Who knows what to look for? What do you mean old man?" Rik asked in a suspicious whisper. "You cannot do the assignment alone, and we already have a contact in place to help you out. She is stationed in Booty Bay and has been instructed to look for your disguises when you arrive. You will know her by greeting her with a code phrase, known only to her, myself and you four." "What is the code phrase?" Lenera asked. "The contact will ask you 'Have you come to purchase some rare armour?' and you will respond with 'Indeed, we were sent here by Raznik'. Commit those phrases to memory. If either part is even slightly off the mission must be aborted." "We didn't say we'd take the assignment yet," Rik said, crossing his arms. Thormod considered the plan. He personally hated the Horde and everything they stood for, and the thought of posing as a Horde warrior was repulsive. The paladin knew that all three of his companions shared his views. But on the other hand, Stormwind needed them for this mission. If the Horde were ready to surge north or east to assault Alliance holdings then an early scouting mission could be vital. And he admitted to himself that the idea of successfully tricking the stupid Horde grunts was a delightful idea. Upon their return they could tell some glorious tales of how they'd pulled the wool over the eyes of the slow-witted orcs and trolls. The paladin turned to his companions, and they all faced each other for a quick council. "What do you think?" Thormod asked. "It could be dangerous," Rik said. "Any more so than open combat?" Lenera said with a shrug. "The Alliance needs us." "We should do it," Velardus rumbled, succinct as always. "Then it's agreed," Thormod said with a nod and they all turned back to the general. "We're in. Now what are those disguises you mentioned?" "All in good time," the general said with a proud smile. *** The Alliance ship sailed majestically across the blue-green waters of the south seas, consistently ploughing south through the waves carrying its passengers. To any observer it might appear to be an unremarkable ship, not particularly well armed and lacking any resplendent Alliance regalia. For all intents and purposes it seemed like it was just another ship transporting supplies or men back and forth, which was fully intentional. Thormod and his group had assembled in the captain's quarters under great secrecy, each member having hid below deck since they departed from Stormwind to avoid giving the enemy any forewarning that they were coming. All of them were used to the ocean except Velardus, who for some reason never could get comfortable on boats. Even in the captain's cabin, illuminated only by a few lamps due to the curtains being closed, Thormod noted that the druid's features were drawn and pale. "Cheer up, we'll be back on land tonight," the paladin said to his companion, but the night elf merely nodded. Other than the four adventurers there was only one person in the cabin, a slender young man dressed in the robes of a Kirin Tor wizard. His pointed ears showed that the novice was a high elf, but he seemed very inexperienced and awkward most of the time. General Middleton had assured Thormod that this was because the wizard (named Valerius) had been selected because he was totally clueless on the operation and was only designated to deliver the magical gear to the adventurers. "Right. Right. Here we go then. The Archmage sealed each of these packages with his own thaumaturgic seal, so just check to make sure your packages are unbroken," Valerius said in his high-pitched voice. "There should be an icon on the seal to show who gets what." He shifted through the stack of four sizeable, tightly wrapped packages sitting on the captain's table. Each one was about the size of a barrel's lid but much thicker, and although there was no string holding the packages together the folded cloth was held firmly in place by a sizeable blue-colored seal. Valerius handed Lenera one bearing a symbol resembling a shaman totem, then gave one bearing a bear's paw to Velardus and one bearing a pair of crossed daggers to Rik. Finally the young mage handed Thormod a package bearing a seal stamped with the icon of a hammer, and the paladin was surprised at how light the package was despite its size. "Each one contains your personal supplies for the mission, and you can see none of them have been tampered with," Valerius said. "I've been instructed to tell you that you should only open your supplies when you are ashore and the boat is out of sight, should any lingering enchantment find our vessel." Each member of the Alliance group nodded to indicate their understanding. "What's inside these?" Thormod asked. "We still don't know what this amazing new discovery is." "I don't know," Valerius said, his shoulders slumping a little. "There's instructions inside but the archmage sealed the supplies himself..." "Very well then," Lenera said. "How much longer?" As if someone on deck had heard the draenei's question there was a sharp whistle from above deck, a signal that the team had been prepared for. "Looks like we're just on time," Thormod said. "Let's get this started, we can worry about what the mages have cooked up for us later." "Good luck!" Valerius said uncertainly as the four of them left the cabin, stowing away the packages as well as they could inside their travelling packs. After each member of Thormod's team had picked up the equipment they were taking with them, they rendezvoused on the deck of the ship to find that the vessel had stopped moving and was now bobbing at anchor close to a coastline. The moons of Azeroth were rising on the horizon, casting long luminous corridors across the ocean, and the weather was surprisingly calm. The dark shoreline bore palm trees and other barely- glimpsed tropical plants, and the air was much warmer than the four were used to. "Right, this is where we drop you off," the captain of the vessel said, giving the four warriors a salute that rustled his shaggy grey beard. "Good luck to you. We'll take off for Booty Bay once the longboat is back." "It's been a pleasant trip, captain," Thormod said smiling. "Aye, I just wish we didn't leave you four alone in the wilderness, but since I'm apparently not important enough to learn about what you're doing here..." Thormod chuckled a little. "Don't worry captain. Most people only know part of any given military plan. And we can take care of ourselves." The captain regarded the four momentarily, then his wrinkled face broke into a wide grin. "Aye, I suppose you can at that." The longboat had already been lowered into the surf and the heroes gave the captain and crew a quick salute before clambering down the rope ladder into the boat, where a few crewmen waited to take the group ashore. As the captain and the rest of the crew watched from the railing, the boat slowly and silently glided across the calm water of the small cove and came to a stop where the water was merely ankle- deep. Thormod, Lenera, Velardus and Rik jumped into the warm water, bringing their packs with them and then the paladin gave the longboat crew a thumbs-up. The four companions watched for a moment as the boat pushed away from the shore again and slid back towards the ship. Then they turned and quickly jogged up into the treeline to avoid being spotted by any spying eyes. Behind them their transport made preparations to lift anchor and depart. "I think they're gone now. Yep, just turned the edge of the shore," Rik said after peering at the ship for several breathless moments. "Okay. I think it's too dark for us to check out our gear tonight, and it might actually raise suspicion if we arrive in Booty Bay in the middle of the night," Thormod said. "Cover of darkness is nice," Rik said with a shrug. "We'll just make camp here and set out tomorrow. We need to meet up with the contact as early as possible." "I'll take the first watch," Velardus said solemnly. "Alright," Thormod nodded. "Let's get some rest. We have a long day ahead of ourselves." As they made camp, the paladin couldn't help feeling a burning curiosity about the weird package that lay inside his backpack. He almost wanted to rush over and tear the thing open by the firelight of the campfire to see what was inside that would help four blatantly Alliance-loyal adventurers able to infiltrate a Horde camp, but he stopped himself. There would be plenty of time tomorrow, when the light was better and they were all rested. After sharing some food and quietly chatting, the other three curled up to sleep while the night elf stood guard, his still form like a statue in the moonlight. *** Thormod woke up unexpectedly with his senses on edge. Someone had screamed. Being used to long campaigns in the wild the paladin was no stranger to night-time ambushes and his brain cleared of the fogginess of sleep quickly. His hand had closed around his heavy warhammer almost before he was up on his knees, looking around. As he became more alert and awake, he realized that the scream he had heard was not one of warning or pain, it was a shout born of someone being startled. Still, that might just mean someone had just been ambushed too and surprised before they could cry out a proper warning. Thormod saw Rik crouched at the foot of his bedroll, daggers at the ready, and Velardus on his feet with a shimmer of green magical energy swirling around him. "Lenera?" Thormod asked, and Rik nodded. The three adventurers rushed off, each holding their weapon right and ready for anything. As they rounded a tree they found the draenei shaman crouched among the roots, curiously picking at the contents of a bundle in front of her. Thormod immediately recognized the package that Lenera had been handed on the ship by the broken seal and the colour of the cloth. "Lenera? What's happening?" Thormod asked, his voice tense. "Is there danger?" The draenei looked over and chuckled a little, her cheeks a dark purple from blushing. She shook her head. "No. I apologize for shouting, but I was so surprised when I opened it." The other three walked over to where Lenera was sitting until they could see what she had laid out in front of her on top of the roots of the large tree. Thormod suppressed a gasp. "I have no idea if the mages are pulling a prank on us or not," Lenera said. Laid out across a root was what seemed like the empty skin of a female goblin. It was a rich green in colour and very lifelike, with rooted black hair in a messy bush on top of the mask and empty but well- crafted features. Only about four feet in height, the object had a texture and sheen that reminded Thormod of a real goblin. He blushed a little as he saw the well-formed vaginal slit on the suit and its empty breasts, but quickly composed himself. Next to the skin was a set of gear composing armour and weapons that seemed to be crafted specifically for the strange suit. "Is it... real?" Rik ventured, walking closer and prodding the skin with his boot. Lenera shook her head and lifted the skin up by its shoulders, spinning it around so the three could see a long slit running from the nape of the neck of the suit to its buttocks. "At first I thought so," she said. "That's why I cried out. But it's all wrong when you feel the inside of it. It's much too thick and tough, and feels very warm and soft. It must be artificially created by the Kirin Tor mages." "But why? What would-" Thormod began, before a thought struck him. "Wait. This... is how they expect us to pose as Horde loyalists?" Velardus and Rik looked at each other in confusion and shrugged, but Lenera nodded. "It would seem this is my... disguise... for this mission. I am not sure how I would even try to fit into such a tiny thing, but if our leaders have faith in this mission, I guess we can only try it?" Thormod felt his head spin a little as he regarded the empty goblin- skin. His desire to know what lay inside his own package had not become a deep, churning fear. He didn't feel comfortable with changing his form this way, even for a mission. He turned back to the camp, and the other three followed him with the draenei gathering up the gear from her package before she went. Thormod went straight for his pack, and so did Rik and Velardus. Soon each man was smashing the seal on their supply bundle and tearing them open to find what was hidden inside. Thormod stared down at the open package as a shred of pale skin peeked out, illuminated by the morning skin. With trembling fingers he reached inside and grabbed the object, tearing it free. He gasped, and heard the others do the same. The slender form of a blood elf female dangled between Thormod's armoured fingers, her lithe form and long blonde hair rustling slightly in the warm breeze. She was expertly crafted in every way, just like the goblin suit that Lenera had opened. Everything from her toenails to her pointed ears was perfect, and her empty face was beautiful even in this state. Rik pulled out a well-formed, stocky orc female's skin, a pale olive green in colour with spiky black hair. The rogue turned the suit over and over in his hands, studying the long seam along her back, the empty breast-sacks on her chest and the fit snatch between her legs. Velardus meanwhile was examining the empty skin of a tall, blue- skinned troll female with a shock of bright red hair and small elegant tusks. The two-toed feet and three-fingered hands of the troll looked utterly realistic to Thormod as well. And then it sank in. "They gave us all female disguises?" he said, confused. "Maybe they have a good reason," Lenera said, and the paladin thought he heard a tint of amusement in her smoothly accented voice. "I think it's time you check the mission orders." Thormod nodded and put down the strangely enticing blood elf skin, digging deeper inside his backpack and pulling out a sealed leather cylinder. He broke the Stormwind seal on it and fished out a rolled-up parchment. He quickly read it over before clearing his throat. "Do not be alarmed by your disguises. They are made by the best Dalaran has to offer. They are fully safe. Once worn you will be transformed into the perfect likeness of the suit until taken off again. No magic can detect you or undo the disguise. Gear is provided. Cover identities noted at bottom of page. Cover your tracks. Proceed to contact and follow her instructions. Good luck. ~M" The four sat silently for a few moments, pondering the strange choice of disguises. Then Thormod read over the brief entry about his cover identity for the mission and handed the scroll over to Velardus, who passed it to Rik after reading. "This is the oddest mission I have ever undertaken," the paladin said, once more picking up the blood elf skin with trembling fingers. "Do you really think it will work?" "I'm sure of it," Rik said. "I've seen similar stuff in the spy game. Those mages can do some amazing stuff." "If this is what is needed for the plan, we must go ahead with it," Lenera said firmly. "We already agreed to undertake the mission and knew that we would have to go undercover. This is a bit surprising yes, but it can't keep us from the mission." Thormod realized that his draenei companion was right. He was a paladin, and it would be cowardly of him to put his own hesitation and reluctance over the need of the Alliance. He turned the blood elf skin over again and ran a finger inside the open seam. As repulsive as the thought might be to him, donning this disguise was his duty. He would just have to swallow his pride. "She's right. We need to get into our disguises and set off before we waste more time. We'll burn anything we can't take with us to cover the tracks. Let's go people." The paladin tugged off his gauntlets and unbuckled his belt. He was no stranger to undressing in front of his team, and none of the others were either. Even Lenara looked totally calm as she began stripping out of her mail armour, dropping the pieces onto the soft earth as she revealed more and more of her curvaceous draenei form. Rik stripped out of his dark leather armour with practiced ease, seeming utterly unphazed by the situation. As he tugged his skull-faced mask off, Thormod saw him flash a quick grin on his scarred face before continuing to undress. Thormod let his chainmail undershirt fall to the ground and tugged his boots off before starting to remove his pants. The others were already nearly naked, with Lenera hesitating about whether she should remove her underwear or not. Rik shrugged and pulled off his shorts, revealing his manhood. Velardus was already naked and quietly contemplating the troll skin laid out in front of him. Thormod finished undressing, turning away from the others to conceal that he had a slight, quivering erection. He didn't know why he would feel in any way aroused by this situation, but he couldn't help it. "Alright folks let's not waste time, let's go Horde," he said with a grim chuckle, picking up the elf bodysuit. Thormod turned the supple, lithe disguise over in his gnarled hands. He briefly reflected on how soft and smooth the thing appeared compared to his own skin, then a more practically oriented part of his brain began to ask how he was going to get into it without tearing it asunder. Thormod cast a glance over his shoulder and to his surprise saw Velardus already tugging on the legs of his troll suit like they were a pair of stockings. The druid's thicker legs didn't seem to destroy his skinsuit, so Thormod resolved to just try it. He cautiously balanced on one leg and spread the suit's seam wide, sliding his other leg down into it. The interior of the skin felt warm and welcoming, and it clung ever so slightly to his own skin. Thormod grunted and pushed his foot all the way down into the empty suit, wiggling his toes to align them properly. It felt good, not constricting or unpleasant at all. The material of the suit, whatever it was, was clearly much stronger and more elastic than any form of real skin. Behind him, Thormod was aware that Lenera asked for help and Rik grunted an affirmation. Apparently the draenei was having some trouble with her own suit, probably due to the size difference. The paladin stepped into the other leg of his skin and tugged the groin of the suit up as far as it would go. His manhood obstructed the process even after he tucked it between his legs and he wished that he didn't find the donning of the suit to be so strangely erotic. With a grunt he pulled the hips of the thing up over his own, forcing his member to be wedged in between the surface of the skinsuit and his own body. He muttered a curse but continued the process, hoping that he wasn't making a total fool of himself. He slid his right arm into that of the suit and stretched his fingers wide to slip them into the glove-like hand. Using his suited hand he then easily slipped the other arm on, and pulled the front of the skinsuit up close across his own rugged, hairy chest. Now that his body was mostly covered by the weird magical object it felt even more pleasant, with the skin clinging tightly to him and forming a warm, moist shell around his body. Brushing the long blonde hair of the mask aside, Thormod pulled the seam of the suit together as tight as he could, fingering the small nub that formed the seal of the suit to make sure he could reach it. He stared down into the empty mask hanging limply in his hands, the ground visible through the empty eye sockets and floppy mouth. Once more wondering what he was getting himself into, Thormod spread the rear seam on the mask as wide as it could go and pulled it up and over his face. The much more slender form of the skin's face felt strange and ill-fitting across his own, but Thormod resolutely kept going, collecting his black hair underneath the seam before reaching down to his disguised rump again. The second skin was blocking his senses uncomfortably, but the paladin was aware of surprised gasps behind him. His team were further ahead than him because of his procrastination. Biting down, Thormod grabbed the seal firmly and tugged it up along his back, closing the seam. Reaching the spot just under the skinsuit's hairline he tugged the seal the final distance and felt it click into place somehow. Then Thormod's world changed rapidly. He felt vertigo envelop him as the skin around him became stickier and clung to him even tighter. Under the pressure he felt himself shrink and change, his rugged physique slimming down and reshaping itself. New weights formed on his chest and as he opened his eyes he saw the empty breasts of the suit quietly inflate and gain their natural shape. His hips expanded while his waist shrunk together and he suddenly felt the warm soil tickle his feet and the wind rustle his long hair. Blinking again he no longer felt like he was peering through the sockets of the bodysuits but through his own eyes. He was vaguely aware of a pair of much longer ears wagging slightly at every head movement he made, and he studied his now slender hands for what seemed like an eternity. So dainty and yet strong, each finger of his new hands topped by a sharp pointed fingernail. He drew a deep breath and felt the breasts on his chest jiggle slightly. He reached up to cup them and gasped at the slight jolt of pleasure this generated. "Thormod? Are you okay?" a voice asked behind him. The paladin turned around to see an orc woman standing behind him. She was half a head taller than Thormod was now, with a well-developed muscular physique which made her look very savage and strong. A pair of breasts topped with dark green areolas heaved on the orc woman's chest and her broad yet attractive face had small tusks and surprisingly clear blue eyes. A shock of spiky black hair fell from her head and suddenly it clicked in Thormod's head. "Rik?" The orcess chuckled. "Not in body, but yes. I like the new you." As Thormod studied the orc's body two other figures walked up to them. One was a tall, willowy troll beauty with long red hair arranged in a mass of braids and locks falling far down her back. Her beautiful blue skin captivated Thormod and he realized this was the night elf druid Velardus in his new disguise. The other figure was a short but curvaceous goblin girl with a wide grin on her face who walked up and placed her hands on her hips in a provocative manner. "Honey you look so cute, finally I'm not the only woman in the group," the goblin said with an amused tone to her voice. "Lenera?" Thormod asked and the goblin nodded. "How... how do I look?" Thormod asked, and he was becoming more and more aware with every word that his voice was very different. "Look and see!" Lenera said and took the paladin's hand, leading him towards the rim of the forest and down onto the beach. The four quickly walked down to the water's edge and peered down into the calm, reflective water of a small stagnant puddle. Thormod saw a beautiful blonde-haired blood elf woman stare back at him with her radiant green eyes and gasped as he realized the woman was him. He... or rather she... slid her slender hands down her lithe body in astonishment that Thormod's massive form somehow fitted inside this small disguise. The Amazonian orc, willowy troll and busty goblin all studied themselves as well, each one marvelling at their new looks. "Nobody will ever know it's us," Lenera said, clearly impressed. "I can't believe I'm this short." "These are good disguises," Rik said. "But there's more to a disguise than the right look, and we probably shouldn't tarry much longer." Thormod broke out of staring into her own lovely face and nodded. "He... she's right. We all have cover identities assigned to these disguises which apparently have been established beforehand by other agents. We need to get into character in behaviour as well and get going." The others nodded and the four returned to where they had left their gear. Each one gathered up their real form's armour and weapons and then delved into their supply packages to see what their cover identities had been supplied with. Thormod found that the gear of her new blood elf self was of a very different and surprising type than her male form had worn. She strapped on what amounted to a dark blue metal bikini engraved with lavish gold ornamentation and pulled on a pair of thigh-high matching legplates which ended in a pair of thick-soled boots. She lifted out a pair of pauldrons bearing long wing-like ornaments on the back and carefully attached them over her shoulders, then slipped on a pair of armoured gauntlets. Picking up a slender, elegant shield bearing large blue gems as ornamentation she picked up a small, blue-shimmering sword. The outfit was very skimpy but in the warm air of Stranglethorn she didn't notice. Looking over at the others she saw that Lenera had already dressed her goblin disguise in a black-grey metal breastplate and loincloth matched with spiked grey shoulderpads and gloves and boots. Looking somewhat awkward the goblin whirled her new weapons around, a pair of dark red fiery hand axes. Velardus had dressed in a tight brown bikini top and a flowing green-brown skirt with a pair of winged shoulderpads adding a bit of flair to her outfit. A small ornamented headband held back her mass of hair and she experimentally spun her gnarled wooden stave. Rik finally had slipped into a tight black leather two-piece with short boots that left her feet bare and fingerless gloves. A pair of jagged spiked shoulderpads and a black facemask completed her outfit and she gave Thormod a wink as she expertly spun the two wicked-looking jagged short swords she had been outfitted with. "I'm not sure I can show up in public like this," Lenera said with some resignation, trying to make her breasts fit naturally inside the tight breastplate. "Relax," Rik said. "We're all in the same boat, and nobody will know who we are either during or after this." "We probably should rehearse on who we're supposed to be for now then," the goblin said. "Right," Thormod said, glad to have something else than her curvaceous body to focus on. She picked up the scroll containing the mission instructions and studied them closely one more time, then let the document pass to each group member one more time. "We're going to bury out equipment here and pick it up when we get back," Thormod said, eyeing her companions. "Anything we can't bury we'll burn down by the beach. But once we leave, we have to focus on being in character all the time. We need to pull off this mission without rousing any suspicion, so only refer to each other by your cover names." "Not just that," Rik said. "Take the character description in the orders to heart. Don't just use a fake name, be the character. Think like them, act like them. It's the only way we'll succeed." "That might be... hard," Velardus said doubtfully. "Let's start now then," Thormod said. "Let's introduce ourselves and get into character right now. No more Alliance-talk until the mission is over." Each one of the team nodded, and Thormod took a moment to visualize her cover identity, how she thought and acted in any given situation. She closed her eyes and let herself slip into a different pose, more natural and feminine. She breathed in deeply. Then she opened her eyes and smiled. "I am Ilynia Dawnstrike, paladin healer of Silvermoon. May the Light shine upon you all my companions." Rik cleared her throat a little and slipped into a more casual pose as well. "You girls know who I am! Vhorga Blackblade, your trusty friend in the shadows," she said with a small chuckle. Lenera spoke up after that, her voice having changed slightly to display a hint of a Kezan accent. "Kattya Stoneplitter here, ready to kick butts and take names!" she chirped, mock-punching the air. Finally the troll druidess who was Velardus spoke up. "Y'all should know mah name by now mons, 'cuz I'm the boss in dis team. Zandihla of Echo Isles is mah name and y'all better get working 'cuz we gotta get to Booty Bay before dark!" The other three blinked and had to force themselves to not laugh at the disguised night elf trying to adopt his assigned cover identity as outspoken leader of the team. But none of them broke character as they went to work cleaning up the campsite before they could start their journey south. *** "There it is, Booty Bay!" Kattya chirped merrily as the four made their way around the final bend of the dirt road through the jungle. Ahead of them lay a tall ring of mountains surrounding a natural cove where the legendary pirate town of Booty Bay nestled, protected from both natural and man-made dangers. Ilynia had settled into her new role as the soft-spoken party healer during their trek, doing her utmost to embrace the softer side of being a paladin instead of Thormod's hard- nosed tank attitude. It felt pleasant, almost fun to pretend to be the blood elf girl. There was a liberty to being the team healer, to not have to take any responsibility for the overall plan and constantly having to take charge. And Ilynia had to confess that in weaker moments she felt she loved the jiggle of her soft breasts on her chest and the warm wind caressing the bare skin of her tummy. She quickly shook off those treasonous thoughts. "I am sure our contact is within," she said. "So what are we waitin' for ladies, invitations?" Zandihla said with a smirk. "Get those pretty butts movin'!" The others exchanged amused glances as they followed their new leader towards the massive gate leading to the tunnel through the mountains which was the only landward entrance to Booty Bay. The front of the gate was guarded by a pair of dangerous-looking goblin bruisers who nevertheless waved the group through without any trouble. Kattya exchanged a few flirts with them as she passed and noticed them grinning at her, then the small party followed the winding tunnel until it opened onto a wooden ramp overlooking the port town. Ilynia studied the other three to try and figure out if they felt the same thrill at their undercover mission as she. Kattya seemed to love being the brash, fresh-talking goblin, even making passes at the other three that Lenera would never have dared. Vhorga seemed to have quickly adapted to being a much more gregarious kind of rogue, joking and laughing with the others. And Zandihla seemed to have fully embraced being the tough- nosed leader, even telling the others harshly to stop fooling around and focusing on the task at hand. Did they all secretly love their new forms, Ilynia wondered. Booty Bay was a sprawling mass of ramshackle wooden houses built wherever there had been room, frequently on top of other houses. Due to the natural barriers around the settlement, the only way to expand the town was up, and so many new and higher levels of boardwalk had been added over the years. Close to where the party had entered was the long dock leading out into the open sea where the trading vessels anchored to unload or load whatever goods they had come from, and to their left was several long promenades leading past the old port authority building (now a commerce market) into the town proper. "Feels just like home!" Kattya said with a bright smile as she waved at another female goblin going the other way. "A bit uncomfortable that this rabble hasn't sworn loyalty to the Horde," Vhorga said. "Dere be nothin' ta worry about here, Vhorga," Zandihla said calmly. "Now let's go see de market. We got someone waitin' for us." The four Horde mercenaries (at least to any outside observer) made their way across the boardwalk into the upper levels of the maze of market stalls and trade buildings that compromised Booty Bay's market. Goods from all across Azeroth were sold and bought around them, including exotic silks from Pandaria's rolling fields, bone-white fungi from the icy forests of Northrend and even weird deep-sea shells from the sunken realm of Vashj'ir. The party found themselves studying the wide variety of goods with a mix of genuine interest and a desire to show themselves off as much as possible for their contact to locate. Ilynia picked up a necklace of deep blue gemstones which matched the decorations on her armour, but when the human dealer only asked her if she was interested the blood elf politely returned the jewellery and followed her team. "Have you come to purchase some rare armour?" said a voice from the side of the road. The team stopped at a two-story building that was clearly a smithy, with massive smokestack belching forth sooty smoke into the blue mid- day sky. A large anvil and a small, portable forge had been set up outside the store and racks of well-crafted weapons and armour were on display both in the window and scattered around the makeshift workplace outside. "Indeed, we were sent here by Raznik," Ilynia said and stepped forwards. Standing behind the anvil was a tall, muscular orc woman dressed in a thick leather apron and bearing a large metal ring in her nose. Her arms were even more developed than Vhorga's and she smirked at the four Horde females standing in front of her. "So he did, so he did. I see he's got good taste as always." "Perhaps you could-" Ilynia began before Zandilha stepped in front of her, and the blood elf had to remind herself she wasn't supposed to play party leader right now. "Maybe ya can show us dese fancy armors, den, lady...?" "Demarka," the orc smith said. "And yeah, let's take a look at the goods inside. Ladies." The orc stepped up and held open the door for the four to enter the smithy. The interior of the building was simply furnished, with a stone-covered floor to reduce the risk of fire hazards. Racks of armour and holders for every kind of weapon on Azeroth littered the front storeroom, and a hint of acrid smoke trickled in from the proper smithy in the back. Demarka waved the four towards a staircase leading to the second floor, and the small group followed the orcess up. Ilynia followed Kattya up the stairs, trying to avoid staring at the goblin's shapely rump as she skipped up the rickety wooden steps. Upstairs was a short corridor with a few doors, and Demarka stepped over to open one and let the four infiltrators in. As the orc blacksmith closed the door behind them, they found themselves in a simple but comfortable living space, combining bedroom, kitchen and living room into one, and with a small door leading to a wooden porch overlooking the bay to the side. As the team settled down, Demarka busied herself in the tiny cooking corner, putting a kettle on the stove and preparing some simple food. "You ladies must be tired after your journey. I'm fixing up something to get you back on your feet." "Lady Demarka, we-" Ilynia began before getting interrupted by Zandihla. "We be thankful for de hospitality, mon, but we bettah get to business fast." Not noticing Ilynia giving the troll a disapproving look, Demarka showed them all to the small dining table and they sat down as she served them steaming hot tea and sandwiches topped with spiced meat and vegetables. "Of course, you're here because of the operation about to begin at Grom'gol," Demarka said conversationally. "Don't worry, this room is protected against scrying and I check every inch of it regularly for any form of compromise." Vhorga sat down wide-legged and started chowing down on the food, taking a large swig from her cup. The orcess seemed like she wasn't quite used to her new body still, and it had given her an appetite. "What can we expect?" The blacksmith shrugged as she sat down as well. "They're preparing a war fleet to circle the coast and sneak attack Westfall. I tried to get into the camp to get to the invasion plans, but they have closed it off to civilians for now. But four brave Horde warriors who arrive with orders from Orgrimmar would easily be able to get in." "Sounds simple, hon," Kattya said as she sipped her tea with a wide grin on her cute face. "I'm kinda itching to try out these weird new totems." Ilynia listened to the conversation, sipping her tea. The drink really did help with refreshing her body and she even felt a slight tingle pass through her bosom and loins. She realized just how comfortable she was getting in this body and even with the ridiculous outfit she wore and wondered if she should worry. She also wondered why she so readily accepted the role of the quiet healer, even though she as Thormod had given to order to continue playing their roles constantly until the mission's end. "We should set out tomorrow," Zandihla said, rubbing her chin. "What do ya know of de camp's defences, Demarka? We can't fight a whole base, we gotta be sneaky." Ilynia listened as their orc contact outlined the Grom'gol base camp's defences, and found her mind wandering. The scent of the sea wafted in through the open door to the porch, and she could easily hear the seagulls calling over the bay and the bustle of trade and activity in the market below. It was oddly soothing, and she felt relaxed in a way she hadn't for years. She giggled a little, taking another sip of tea, and pondered how bizarre her current situation was with all of them transformed into savage Horde adventurers engaged in something as peaceful as having some tea. "I think we should-" Ilynia started, then felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. "Ilynia, are you alright?" Vhorga asked, looking concerned. "I'm... fine. It's just I suddenly feel so..." the blood elf stammered. "Guys, I don't feel so... great... either..." Kattya mumbled, and suddenly slumped off her chair onto the floor. Zandihla and Vhorga rose to their feet, but Vhorga felt her legs give out under her, and tumbled backwards onto the floor where she twitched for a few moments. Ilynia felt her vision spinning and darkness creeping up around her. She tried to fight it but it was far too late. As she gripped the table to get up, to try and rush for the door or the window or any other way of escape, she knew she wouldn't make it. "Ilynia... Ilynia..." she heard as she collapsed, a soft warm darkness enveloping her. As the troll slumped into a drugged sleep, Demarka stood up and grinned widely, primly cleaning her hands with a napkin. "I checked the tea, by the way. It has loads of sleeping draught in it," she said and broke into a laugh. *** Consciousness returned slowly to Ilynia after a dreamless sleep and she slowly forced her eyelids to open. Her whole body felt exhausted and weak, and she was vaguely aware of a slight chill. As she opened her eyes, it took a moment for her vision to clear enough to separate her surroundings from the swirling colors and spots dancing in front of her eyes. She was a small bedroom, lying on a crude but soft bed. The room was plunged into near-darkness, with blinds closed over all the windows and the only source of illumination were several lamps spreading a warm glow over the furniture. Ilynia realized her arms were manacled behind her back and that struggling even slightly was difficult. She was also naked and gagged, unable to get up or speak. "Ah, finally awake!" she heard a voice say, and lifted her head. In front of her, Demarka the blacksmith stood, wide-legged with her strong hands on her hips. She was naked, and Ilynia could take in every detail of the muscular orc woman's form, from the arms hardened by the heavy work of a smith to her ripped stomach and wide hips. There was however one detail that even in Ilynia's fuzzy mind stood out as unusual and inappropriate. Demarka had a rather large, green manhood dangling between her legs and still dripping of fresh seed. "Welcome little elf. I'm already done attending to your friends, so I'm afraid you missed out on spectating," Demarka said with a smirk as she approached and knelt down in front of the blood elf, who squirmed at the nearness of the orc. Demarka's incongruous member was closer to Ilynia than she wanted. "You're wondering why I did this, aren't you? Quite simple. It's about power. When I first became an infiltrator here I was like you, focused on my mission and on doing my duty. But as time went by I realized that I could control my own destiny for the first time in my life. I could be my own master. And this form allows me to live out my darkest fantasies. I began planning to let others taste the same freedom and finally my plans paid off when you arrived." Ilynia squirmed and struggled against her bonds to no avail. "There's no troop buildup at Grom'gol I'm afraid. I just needed some infiltrators such as myself to come here so I could play with them. I know you're wearing one of those magical suits, dear. Isn't it pleasant? Don't you love your cute new form? I bet you were someone quite unappealing before putting it on," Demarka said teasingly as she stood up. Ilynia's eyes went wide as the orc's white-stained hands went up to her neck. She fiddled with something at the base of the skull and suddenly Demarka's muscular green-skinned body collapsed slightly, becoming nothing more than a rubbery disguise draped on someone that Ilynia couldn't see. Even the orc's large member drooped and flattened as her body deflated. Then there was a muffled laugh from inside the orc mask, the masked figure raised their hands back to their neck and affixed the seam again, and suddenly Demarka once more filled out. In an instant, the orc blacksmith once more stood before the blood elf as if nothing had happened, and Ilynia noticed that Demarka's member was now quickly stiffening. "Of course I'm also using a bodysuit. I was one of the first to be assigned one. Shame they didn't know I'd like it better than my original form," she said as she casually sauntered around Ilynia. "You do too, I know it. All your friends do. You love being Horde beauties because it's so much more liberating and pleasant than your old dreary forms." Ilynia thrashed her head, screaming in protest. "Sssch, it's alright. You can admit it to yourself. You love this body." Ilynia felt the orc woman reach around and gently rub her breasts, and pangs of intense pleasure flooded her brain. Ilynia tried weakly to protest as Demarka lifted her and turned her over so she lay face-down on the bed. Demarka spread Ilynia's her smooth legs wide, then leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I loved watching your impotent rage at losing your leader role. You secretly want nothing more than to be the cute, submissive healer and give up your old life, don't you Thormod?" Ilynia twitched at hearing her real name. "Trust me, you'll like it much better. The others all already accepted it. The Horde isn't such a bad place. It's filled with well-hung men and loose women. All you need to do is embrace it." With no further warning Demarka thrust deep into Ilynia from behind and her massive member filled the blood elf's snatch fully. As Ilynia bit down on her gag, Demarka began thrusting back and forth, causing the elf to cling to the wooden surface as well as she could. To Ilynia's shock, however, she was less outraged and horrified by this than she thought she would be. Part of her protested this, screamed that she was neither woman nor blood elf, but that part was increasingly weak. Demarka was right in a way. Thormod had never had much fun in his life, mostly going from one battle to the next. And this soft, sensuous body was intoxicating to wear, as if it had been destined for Thormod. "That's it, just relax and enjoy," Demarka grunted as the thrusting became more intense. What did she have to lose, Ilynia thought. She had never been fully comfortable as a leader or a tank, she had merely become one because their group needed it. The thought of being soft, kind and attending to the health of her allies appealed to her now that she had tried it. Thormod's love life had been rather empty, even if he and Lenera had shared a bunk on more than a few occasions. Visions of rowdy victory celebrations with the Horde filled her mind as the large green member kept brushing her deepest recesses. "You... you want it don't you..." Demarka grunted, her body now stiff with anticipation. "Come on... tell me. If you say no, I'll stop." The orc reached down and fiercely ripped the gag off, letting the elf spit the remainder of it out. "Tell me, Ilynia!" "M-my friends what... what have you.." she mumbled, struggling to resist the pleasure. "They all already agreed, Ilynia. They wish to remain as their new selves and serve the Horde. Are you going to turn your back on them when they need your healing touch?" the orc grunted. "N-no I... I... we can't..." the elf gasped. "You're a team... Ilynia... who are you loyal to... your kingdom or your team?" Demarka growled. "I... I..." she mumbled between coughs, visions of her life as Thormod and her possible future as Ilynia spinning in front of her eyes. "Don't stop. I want this. I want to be Ilynia. I want to be part of the team!" "Good girl," Demarka said with a hoarse laugh. Ilynia felt the orc's penis stiffen and quiver inside her, then a torrent of hot seed sprayed deep into her inner depths and she cried out in shock and ecstasy from her first female orgasm. It was like being lost in an ocean of pleasure. She felt Demarka reach down and fumble around at her neck, and before she knew what was happening the orc grabbed hold and tore, sending a spasm of pain and arousal through the blood elf's body. Ilynia whimpered as Demarka pulled out of her, causing a stream of warm seed mixed with her own juices to pour down her legs. She slipped off the table to collapse in a sweaty, exhausted heap on the floor, every nerve ending in her body on fire with passion. "There we go," Demarka said, grinning at the thing she was holding between her powerful fingers. Ilynia opened her eyes again to see the orc holding the seam to her bodysuit, now torn free. Suddenly she realized she was now Ilynia forever, and that Demarka had already done the same to her companions. And yet somehow this only served to soothe the blood elf and she felt a happy smile spread across her face. "Welcome to the Horde, Ilynia Dawnstrike," Demarka said with a mock salute. "Thank you sister," Ilynia whispered. *** Ilynia nodded off as Demarka exited the bedroom, her muscular form covered in a thin shiny film of sweat and soiled by juices. That had gone easier than she had thought. Ilynia had readily accepted everything Demarka had told her and succumbed to the temptation the orc had offered. And with the blood elf on her side, the rest would fall easily. "One broken, three to go," Demarka said as she bent down and picked up Vhorga's unconscious, naked form. "I really do love people who stand by their friends. And with Ilynia surrendered to her new role, the others will soon follow. You ladies really will like your new lives better, I swear." Demarka carried the other orc into the bedroom.