Changes In Paradise 05 The Rescue
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Shadowy Rescue
By: Lyrissa
"Who goes there?" Gruna shouted, hefting her vicious-looking axe towards
the direction of the noise. Her voice betrayed no fear, only steely
determination and a threat to anyone or anything hiding in the shadows to
step out and face her.
The orc grunt stepped closer to the guard tower and her eyes roamed
across the coarse stonework which made up its base before she raised her
head to stare up into the evening sky. The last rays of daylight were
still flickering across the simple pointed roof of the tower and the
tattered horde flag fluttering from the top was still clearly
illuminated. Gruna saw or heard nothing out of the ordinary, however. She
could have sworn she'd heard something, as if someone had quickly dashed
across the stone, but she could see absolutely nothing. There was only
the evening wind and the distant noise of merry-making in the city beyond
the wall. People would be starting to gather in the taverns now, Gruna
thought, and she desperately wished she was one of them.
The female orc shrugged and turned from the tower to resume her slow
pacing of the top of the massive outer wall of Orgrimmar. Thick sinewy
muscles rippled beneath her green skin as she moved, not wanting to relax
fully in case of a surprise attack. She was quite attractive in the
manner of her kind, with strong, elegant facial features and a youthful
energy to her movements. Dressed in the skimpy leather harness and shorts
uniform of an Orgrimmar Grunt plenty of her muscular body was also on
display, though she carried herself with a dangerous ferocity. Her large
blue eyes scanned the edge of the wall and beyond as she walked,
grumbling to herself.
"Could have sworn I heard something. Ugh, I just want this shift to end,
I need some ale..."
"I'm afraid that will have to wait," said a voice.
Gruna spun around and swung her battleaxe in a wide downward arc. There
would be no other guard up here right now, and in the split second that
had passed she had already recognized the voice as having a distinctly
alien tone and inflection. There was nothing there, however, just more
shadows. She rubbed a hand across her head, brushing through the strip of
purple hair running from her forehead to her neck. She couldn't
understand this, she was sure she'd heard a voice! Before she could turn
again, one shadow dislodged itself from just below the edge of the wall
where it had been clinging like a bug, jumped silently up behind Gruna,
and then...
...there was a muffled poofing noise and the tall figure vanished like
smoke. Something hard slammed deep into the orc guard's rump and she
stiffened, emitting a strangled cry. Her entire body felt suddenly numb
and she moved in slow-motion, flailing helplessly as the strange
sensation arced through her frame. The axe fell from her weakened grip
and clattered onto the wall as Gruna felt her insides empty as if they
were being sucked out of her. Just before she lost consciousness, she
felt her body start to fill out by something that was definitely not her.
Then she knew no more.
Syranreas Nightwalker casually flicked a mote of dust from his forearm
and looked down at his new body. The lady orc skinsuit fit perfectly over
his lean night elf frame, of course. That was part of the blessing of the
magic which allowed him to steal the form of another. He flexed the arm
which had moments ago belonged to Gruna and smirked as he felt the
strength and vitality of the young orc woman course through him. Giving
his... no her new breasts a playful squeeze, Syran picked up the
battleaxe from where it lay and resumed the guard's patrol across the
battlement as if nothing had happened. "Not a bad catch, if I may say so
myself," she said to herself in the orc's voice.
The false orc resumed her patrol patiently, scouring the distant rocky
hills of Durotar, the sky, and the city below. She adopted the bored
demeanour of Gruna with ease, even adding the odd curse and muttering in
orcish to enhance the masquerade. It was vital to not raise any kind of
suspicion if Syran's mission were to be successful. A little over an hour
later, Gruna's replacement arrived and the impostor saluted him happily
and went off to climb down, seemingly very happy to be done with her
shift. The male orc could see nothing out of the ordinary and already
knew that young Gruna was quite impatient and always happy to be done
with the monotonous night shift, so he merely shrugged and started
patrolling. 'Gruna' meanwhile climbed down the stone stairs inside one of
the large towers and headed directly for the small guardhouse at the base
of the wall. She entered casually, mumbling about boredom and her legs
aching.
"Ey Gruna, you alright?" inquired a tall, lean female troll who was
sitting next to the fireplace polishing her hand axe.
"It's fine," the false orc said with a slight grin which perfectly
replicated Gruna's own. "Just so boring up there, I almost wish the
Alliance dogs would try to attack."
The troll erupted into a cackling laugh which made her enormous green
Mohawk bob wildly. She was also dressed in the armor of a grunt and the
harness could barely contain her large bosom. The impostor had to
carefully check herself so she didn't stare, even though the shapely
blue-skinned troll woman was quite alluring. "Well sit yaself down by da
fire an' get warmed up, girl," the troll said, still chuckling
mirthfully. "I got half an hour before I go on patrol; let's share some
o' de good wine before dat."
"Actually," said the false Gruna, "I would like to share something else
with you."
The troll woman turned to face 'Gruna' fully, her features betraying her
confusion. "Sure, whatcha wanna show me?"
The orc woman smiled calmly and opened her mouth...
...and then collapsed as a shadow darted from deep inside her and
straight into the open mouth of the confused troll guard. The troll
gasped and jumped to her feet, causing the crude wooden chair she had
been sitting on to crash to the floor. She clawed at her throat with both
three-fingered hands as something long and hard squirmed into her body.
Opposite from her Gruna's form simply collapsed in a clatter of
scattering armor as her skin deflated into a thick, rubbery green pile.
The troll felt an instant of panic as she lost control of her body and
then she lost all forms of awareness as well. Syran straightened up, now
wearing the troll's form, and quickly checked her new form to make sure
everything was looking right. One hand slipped down to the shorts
covering the troll's sex and a jolt of pleasure shot through the master
of disguise as she rubbed the troll's slit through it. But this wasn't
the time for distractions, no matter how pleasant.
Moving swiftly, she dashed over to gather up Gruna's skin and gear and
then tossed it into a pile inside the small closet holding spare weapons
and armor. The false troll grinned and gently rubbed her hands across the
orc skinsuit before tossing it down onto the stone floor, slightly
wistful that she didn't have the time to play more with it. She closed
the door and barred it from the outside using one of the chairs. Gruna
would recover in a while and when she did the chair would hinder her from
getting out and sounding the alarm for a little while. Syran grinned at
the thought of the comely orc recovering naked and slick with sweat on
the cold stone floor of the closet before snapping back into his
businesslike demeanor. She picked up the two hand axes belonging to her
new troll disguise and left the guardhouse, stepping out into the city.
Syran had been to Orgrimmar before, but it had always been very brief
visits, darting between shadows in order to complete some mission or
other for SI:7. The night elf enjoyed the challenge of staying unseen,
but he couldn't help but think that the greatest challenge of all for a
rogue was to remain unseen while still in plain view. Being able to walk
down the street of the great capital of the Horde as if he were one of
the natives was exhilarating, which was why he had jumped to accept this
mission. The false troll casually walked down the dirt road of the city,
heading towards the Valley of Honor. Syran quietly reflected on how crude
and savage the architecture of the Horde city was compared to the elegant
lines and arches of his native night elf settlements. Everything in
Orgrimmar looked functional and built for war, which is of course was.
Occasionally the false troll would meet another grunt or two on patrol,
but none of them suspected that the cheerful facade of their troll
colleague hid something quite different. As she stepped through the gate
to survey her destination, Syran spotted the prisoner compound over to
the left, across from the small pond of water supplied by a muddy stream.
"Unfortunately ya don't have da clearance I need old girl," the false
troll said to herself. "I'm gonna have ta let ya go."
She wandered over towards the tavern, situated close to the wall
separating the Valley of Honor from the Drag. It was not the biggest or
fanciest establishment in Orgrimmar, but it served its purpose. Syran
hooked her hand axes to her belt and stepped inside after greeting an orc
grunt exiting. It felt nice to step onto a smooth wooden floor after
tromping around in the dirt of the Orgrimmar roads, and soon Syran was
surveying the evening crowd scattered across the large circular taproom.
There were many orcs, of course, most wearing the colors of the Horde
armed forces. There were the occasional hulking tauren or lean troll and
a few goblins engaged in a vigorous bout of gambling. But the infiltrator
wasn't interested in any of them. Her eyes scanned the crowd until they
settled on a flash of pale skin and gold hair.
The blood elf woman was sipping from a tall glass of scarlet wine at the
bar, laughing at something that the bartender had said. Her willowy,
graceful build, waterfall of golden hair and fine features stood out
starkly from the rest of the crowd. The fact that she was dressed in an
elegant crimson and gold robe with generous cleavage only enhanced her
beauty. Syran made her way through the crowd purposefully, acting as if
she was on important business. Which of course she was, just a different
type of important business.
"Ambassador Aureliana?" the false troll inquired as she stepped up to the
blood elf.
"Yes? What is it, guard?" the blood elf girl asked, arching one pointed
eyebrow as she quickly studied Syran's borrowed form.
"There's a problem at the Stockade," the imposter replied, putting the
appropriate amount of frustration into her voice. "The prisoner demands
to speak with you and won't talk to anybody else. The captain told me to-
"
The blood elf waved her hand to cut Syran off before she could finish,
and she rolled her green, radiant eyes in annoyance. "Oh fine, I wonder
what the wretch wants now? Probably another pointless demand for
surrender..." Aureliana reluctantly put her wine glass down on the
counter and got to her feet. "Well, lead on then," she added impatiently.
Syran felt a sense of relief that the blood elf hadn't decided to be
difficult. SI:7 had studied the behaviour and routine of all the vital
people of the operation for weeks beforehand, but it was naturally hard
to predict everything that could happen. Syran was a good judge of
character, but he was far from all-knowing. Sometimes he wished he could
read minds like some spellcasters claimed to be able to do. Once back
outside in the evening air Aureliana followed the infiltrator outside and
then they walked down the road towards the prison. The false troll
carefully measured the distance from the din of the tavern before she
froze and whipped out one of her axes, staring down one of the dark
alleyways to the side of the road.
"What is it?" Aureliana asked curiously.
"I thought I heard something. Better check it out," Syran said, slowly
walking towards the gaping mouth of the alleyway.
Aureliana followed the troll curiously, but stayed at the edge of one of
the buildings while the grunt vanished into the blackness ahead. The
blood elf waited for what seemed like an eternity, then called out
softly. "Hello? Guard? Are you there?" She slowly approached the alleyway
and peeked in.
And then a three-fingered hand closed over her mouth and she was dragged
in, kicking and struggling.
There was nobody around, but if there had been they would have heard a
muffled poofing noise and some rustling before silence settled over the
area again. Aureliana stepped out and brushed a crease out of her robes,
smiling contently. As she walked on down the road towards the stockade,
the light of the two moons briefly flickered into the alleyway behind her
and illuminated the deflated blue skin of a troll woman and her grunt
uniform lying discarded in the dirt.
Syran made her way up to the guard post outside the prison and gave her
identification as ambassador Aureliana, producing a sigil stone from a
pouch dangling from her belt. The surly-looking troll admitted her and
she stepped causally down the flagstones of the corridor towards the
stairway leading down. The night elf had been given detailed floor plans
of the building and so felt as if she had been there before. She stepped
past several cells currently empty and a few holding Horde deserters or
other criminals. Thankfully there were no Alliance prisoners in the cages
she passed. Descending the stone stairway she stepped gracefully into the
lower level of the prison, and quickly headed towards a very specific
cell at the end of the corridor.
"Ambassador? What are you doing here at this hour?" asked the powerfully
built orc male standing outside of her target.
"I received word that the prisoner had asked for me," said the false
blood elf with an airy gesture. "Interrupted my drink as well."
The orc shrugged. He was built like an athlete, with knots of muscles on
his impressive frame and a strong, lantern-jawed face. He certainly
filled out the skimpy grunt uniform nicely thought Syran as he watched
the orc lean against the wall. "I don't think she has, ambassador. Maybe
you should just go back to your drink."
Now came the tricky part, and the point where the whole operation might
fail.
"Oh, I can't believe I came all this way for nothing," 'Aureliana' said,
pouting. "Now I have to trudge all the way back and get cold again..."
She supplemented her performance by kicking a pebble with apparent anger.
"You could always stay here and get... warmed up," the orc guard said
with a wide grin, standing straight and stretching his muscles a little.
He gave her an inviting wink. What he didn't expect was for the blood elf
to get a hungry grin on her face and step in closer.
"Oh really? And what are you offering then, Durak?" she said in her
breathy voice.
The orc felt a chill run down his spine. He had casually flirted with the
sindorei woman for weeks now and never expected her to show anything but
disdain for him, and yet now she seemed almost...
"There's a bunk in the guard room and my shift doesn't end until two
hours from now," he offered, figuring that he might as well try his luck
at this point.
"Two hours? I doubt you'd last that long," said 'Aureliana' with a pearly
giggle. She stepped in closer to him and his nostrils were filled by her
sweet perfume. "But I'll let you try."
'Aureliana' stepped in closer and ran one slender, soft hand across the
bulging biceps of the orc. Durak shivered at her touch and looked deep
into her emerald eyes and before leaning in and kissing her roughly on
the mouth. Rather than shy away, the elf leaned into it, pressing her
soft body against his. Durak felt himself growing hard and quickly led
the ambassador off towards a side room. He briefly felt guilty for
abandoning his post, but then he figured that the prisoner would go
nowhere in the thirty minutes he expected to be gone. Once inside the
small guard room, the orc closed the door and barred it behind them and
when he turned back he discovered the nimble elf had already wiggled out
of her robes and was busy removing her underwear. The orc gave an
appreciative whistle before starting to unbuckle his harness and drop his
shorts.
"Show me your fury, orc," the false blood elf whispered as she stepped
out of her panties, showing off her lovely naked form to her partner.
Durak was quick to accommodate and pulled the girl over to the bunk where
she laid down and spread her legs seductively. She moaned slightly and
her nipples were fully erect, making the orc wince as his manhood
twitched with expectation. Unable to contain himself any longer, he
almost threw himself onto the bunk and impaled the waiting elf woman with
his shaft. He grunted as he thrust his hard-muscled body against hers and
his large meat penetrated her snatch. He pushed deep into her, finding
her warm and moist already, and begun thrusting with an animal ferocity
which caused the rickety bed to shake. The crudeness of the orc and his
utter lack of foreplay and seduction didn't seem to bother 'Aureliana'
who wrapped her legs around his waist and took him in hungrily.
It was an act of pure animal lust as the orc and blood elf coupled, and
soon she was soaked by sweat from the strain of her powerful partner
thrusting into her. She moaned as he twisted her nipple slightly and
responded by showering his cheeks, jaw and neck with hot kisses, leaving
specs of warm saliva behind. The spiky black hair of the orc and flowing
golden tresses of the elf became matted by sweat as they lay locked
together, the orc's member scraping the inner walls of her womanhood. Her
whole body felt sore as she took him again and again, but it was Durak
who broke first. Unable to control himself any longer the orc came,
pumping a torrent of hot seed into 'Aureliana's' depths. She cried out
in fake orgasm and pretended to be as enraptured as he was while Syran
secretly noted that despite his bluster the orc was an amateur when it
came to pleasuring a woman.
They lay locked in coitus for a few breathless minutes as Durak's thrusts
became weaker and his spurts of seed became a mere trickle. The false
blood elf cooed and whispered scandalous words into the ear of her lover
as she waited for him to finish. For a few moments, Syran thought that
the orc would actually manage to stay awake and that the infiltrator
would need to use a different method. But then a loud snore told Syran
that Durak was now fast asleep, exhausted and spent.
"Fifteen minutes and he's done," the impostor said to herself with a soft
giggle as she wiggled out from underneath the sweaty, sleeping orc guard.
"You really hadn't gotten laid in a while, did you?"
'Aureliana' quickly found the ring of keys on Durak's discarded belt and
allowed herself to break character by smirking. Reaching down to her
slit, still dripping with the orc's seed, she paused for a moment. She
almost regretted what had to be done, but the mission came first. Putting
the key ring down on top of a stool, the false blood elf reached down to
grab the edges of her labial lips firmly. Then she pulled them apart as
hard as she could, and was rewarded with the fair skin of the blood elf's
sex parting. Continuing to pull, she shifted her grip upwards and the
rift travelled up Aureliana's soft stomach, revealing a glint of purple
skin beneath. As she reached up to grab hold of her soft breasts and tug
them apart, the seam sped all the way up to her clavicle bone, and
something large and meaty pushed through the rift from within. A large,
erect purple manhood flopped out from beneath Aureliana's skin and Syran
grunted in pleasure to finally be released. With one further tug, the
soft neck of the blood elf split in two and Syran reached up to tug her
face off like an empty husk.
A tall, muscular night elf man emerged, his massive member firm after
having been cooped up in various female skins all evening. With a quick
flourish he pulled off the rest of Aureliana's skin, tossing it to the
floor carelessly. He chuckled at the discarded elf skin but wasted no
time in scooping up the key ring and dashing out into the corridor after
making sure the coast was clear. He darted from shadow to shadow over to
the massive cell door that Durak had been guarding, then quietly slipped
keys into the two heavy locks on the door and slid it open.
"Hello?" came a voice from inside. "What do you want now, orc?" The voice
was distinctly feminine and spoke not in orcish but in the human tongue.
As Syran stepped in he found himself in a small cell with a crude bunk in
one end and a small table and chair near the door. Seated on the straw of
the bunk was a dishevelled, brown-haired human woman with a pretty face
and large dark eyes. Her soft lips formed a quiet 'O' as she saw the
nude, well-endowed night elf man enter her prison, but to her credit she
did not betray his presence as he closed to door behind him.
"Lady Catrina?" Syran asked, despite already being certain he had found
her.
She nodded. "How did you get in here?" she whispered. "Where are the
guards? And why... are you naked?"
Syran grinned wryly. That was usually one of the first questions. "I'm
Syranreas Nightwalker of Ashenvale. I've come to get you out of here."
The human stood up with a look of intense relief on her pretty face. She
was dressed in a dirty brown dress which had probably been donated by
some orc woman while her ornate armor and weapons were taken as trophies
by the Horde commanders. Despite this, she was still very lovely with her
fit body. "Thank the Light. But how are we going to get out of here
without being seen? The nearest neutral town is-"
"We have a pickup arranged in the Barrens. As for how we'll get out...
well. We're going to just walk out of here."
Catrina seemed confused. "But won't they-"
Syran held up a hand. "Unfortunately you may not like it, but it is for
your own good."
"What do you mean?" the human woman asked, confused, but before she could
continue her savior reached down and grabbed a firm hold of his manhood.
Lady Catrina could only gasp as Syran began pumping his large, erect
meat. It was no problem at all for him to get ready as he had been horny
ever since he took over Gruna's form hours ago. Being wrapped up in
female skinsuits and then having sex as a female always made the night
elf very horny, and studying the lovely woman he was there to rescue
certainly helped as well. He stroked himself into a passionate frenzy
quickly, biting down to avoid moaning aloud. Then he came, issuing a hot
spurt of seed which splattered across Catrina's face and exposed
cleavage, spattering her brown dress with flecks of white. As Syran
panted and grabbed hold of the cold stone wall for support, he prayed
quietly that the alchemical concoction would work.
The human captive opened her mouth to speak, appearing outraged at the
idea of being used as somebody's cum rag, but no sound issued from her
throat. As the night elf watched, the brown-haired beauty began crumpling
in on herself, her arms and legs losing cohesion and her torso deflating.
She fell to the floor but there was no longer any substance with her skin
to make a thud, and instead there was just a faint rustling as the cum-
spattered bodysuit settled into a pile. Syran stepped over, happy that
the potion had worked. Hopefully this meant that the secondary effect
would also function as it should. Reaching out, he pulled the rubbery
skin of the human woman from its clothing and smiled at how fine her
toned body was, even as a suit. He regretted not being able to try her on
as she was, but a human woman had even less chance to escape Orgrimmar
than a night elf male. Running his fingers across the skin, he felt it
become soft and pliable in his hands, and began quietly chanting as he
ran his hands across it.
As he visualized an image in his mind, Syran's hands rubbed his steamy
seed into the surface of the suit where it was absorbed and changed the
texture of the husk. It reshaped in his hands, stretching to become
bigger with more muscle tone. The hands and feet became bigger and
stronger-looking while the breasts expanded to fit the new frame. The
pretty face of Catrina changed into the youthful face of an orc woman,
not totally unlike Gruna. The long brown hair of the suit became a mane
of dark red, arranged in braids, and soon the suit was changing color
from tanned human flesh into the light green of a female orc. As the
changes finished, Syran studied the orc bodysuit dangling from his
fingers, and found it acceptable. He laid it down on the cot before
grabbing his manhood again and stroking it at the wall. Soon there were
the sounds of wet impacts as a series of carefully bundled clothes were
forcefully ejaculated from their hiding place within his body.
Syran began pulling on the orc bodysuit quickly, arranging her body over
his and only quickly fondling her sensitive tits as he went. Catrina
would remember none of this when she was restored, thankfully. Now fully
an orc female in body, Syran began getting dressed in the outfit he had
smuggled in, putting on what amounted to a bikini made from black,
studded leather which barely contained the orc girl's curves, a pair of
fingerless gloves and a pair of greaves around her thick calves. She
wrapped a bandana over her lower face, smelling the faint scent of the
night elf's musky juices on her garments. Then the apparent orc rogue
exited the cell, striding confidently down the corridor. Aureliana would
have an amusing time when she awoke, nude and filled with cum in the same
room as Durak, and Syran was almost sad that he wouldn't get to see it.
Once near the exit, Syran slipped into stealth and darted from shadow to
shadow again to evade the guards on the upper level of the stockade. It
was the small hours of the night outside, and the twin moons of Azeroth
shone down on the Horde capital. The false orc girl grinned and allowed
herself a quick laugh. This had been an entertaining mission, for sure.
Without betraying her urgency to get out of the enemy city, the impostor
strode confidently down the road, meeting the cat calls and cheers of
other night-time wanderers with appropriate flirts and waves. Syran hoped
that lady Catrina appreciated the rescue, even if she would never know
how exactly it had happened.
As she made her way towards the side gates of Orgrimmar, Syran reflected
that Catrina was helping him escape as much as he was helping her.
Stifling another giggle, the curvaceous orc lady slipped towards freedom.
-End-
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