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The Redridge Liberation
By: Lyrissa
The sun shone down from a bright blue sky almost entirely devoid of
clouds. Far above the indistinct black shape of a condor circled,
patiently waiting for a meal. The red dust of the broad highway going
between Elwynn Forest and Redridge whipped around in the faint breeze,
tossing to and fro and rushing up against the legs of a lone traveller's
warhorse. The sun glinted on her well-polished helmet, trimmed with
azure and sporting a long blue plume that fluttered in the hot wind. Her
Stormwind armor had a thin covering of dust from her travel and she wore
the bright blue and gold colored tabard of a captain over it. Dark eyes
peered out through the slit of the helmet, and she suddenly pulled her
mount to a halt.
"Whoa there, what's that?" she mumbled to herself.
She reached up and pulled he helmet from her head, revealing sweat-
matted short black hair and a stern but beautiful face with a regal
silhouette. As her horse stirred restlessly underneath her, she raised
her free hand to her eyes and shadowed them from the sun, peering off
towards the east. At the summit of a large ridge at the edge of her
vision, she saw a large dust cloud and the vague movements of several
people and beasts. She quickly produced a small spyglass from one of her
saddlebags and looked back towards the commotion. She gasped.
"By the Light!"
She could make out the shapes of two large wagons with wide, steel-
capped wheels attended to by about half a dozen soldiers in Stormwind
armor similar to her own. The wagons had large cages on top and were
clearly occupied, and an officer on a horse was gesturing wildly at his
subordinates from the lead of the small caravan. The Stormwind captain
put the spyglass away and felt a stirring of unpleasant emotions in the
bottom of her stomach. She had an important mission to do, and this was
exactly the sort of distraction she shouldn't get herself entangled in.
But she also had a different urge, one born not from rational thought
but from instinct. A small voice was urging her into action and refused
to be silenced. She grunted and slid the large helmet back on her head
to shield her eyes from the merciless sun.
Her steed let out a concerned whinny from beneath her.
She reached down and patted the sweaty flank of the horse. The animal
was tall and proud, with elegant muscles playing across his large frame,
a broad back and bright eyes that sparkled with intelligence. The steed
was a beautiful white color with a long flowing mane and tail and he
effortlessly carried his armoured rider as well as the barding of a
Stormwind warhorse, including saddle bags. The captain's hands shifted a
little to pick up the reins again as she considered her options. Taking
any sort of action now would risk her entire mission. And yet doing
nothing would possibly haunt her for the rest of her life.
"Damn it all!" she grumbled, and smacked her beast into a gallop.
As they rode across the dusty highway, past withered shrubs and red
rocks, the captain went through a series of hurried plans in her head.
This would be a difficult and dangerous plan, made even more so by the
fact that the prison caravan was heading towards the border of Elwynn.
The Stormwind heartland was far better patrolled and guarded, and one
woman would no longer be able to do more than slow them down. As they
rode, the woman leaned down and whispered some hushed instructions into
the ears of her stallion, and the beast nodded its great head in
response. As they climbed the hill, the rider saw that the caravan had
stopped by a small copse of dry trees, and the soldiers were milling
about as their officer barked orders.
"Halt, who goes- oh, sorry ma'am, I didn't see your uniform in the
glare," the officer leading the caravan said as the rider approached.
He was a younger man of lower rank and sat up much straighter in his
saddle as she saluted him. His weary soldiers scrambled from where they
had parked the wagons and all saluted the senior officer as well, though
some seemed rather unimpressed by her. Her eyes flickered over the
soldiers and the wagons they were guarding, assessing the situation
better. The men and women seemed tired in their dusty Stormwind armor,
but there were still too many of them for an open fight. Inside the
wagons she could see five huddled figures, three in one wagon and two in
the other. There was a male orc, a female blood elf and a female troll
in the lead wagon, and a male tauren and a female goblin in the second
one.
"We're transporting these prisoners to Stormwind where they will be put
on trial and then shipped off to an appropriate internment camp," the
young officer said with his best authoritive voice. "They were caught
trying to sneak north from the Swamp of Sorrows towards the Badlands.
Probably spies."
Casting a quick glance at the Horde prisoners, the captain found it much
more likely that they were simply adventurers out on a journey, but she
said nothing about it and instead nodded.
"Thank you, lieutenant. I hate to interfere with your mission, but I
think a quick inspection is in order. Please get your soldiers lined up
over by the rock. I want to see how their discipline is holding up."
"Uh, but ma'am, we-" the lieutenant started, then quickly snapped his
mouth shut as he felt her eyes bore into him.
He slipped off his horse and quickly rushed around gathering up his
tired subordinates and herded them off towards the low cliff side on the
northern edge of the road. The captain slipped out of her saddle and
walked after them with a casual yet confident gait. As the soldiers were
quickly lined up and admonished for their sloppy uniforms by the
lieutenant, none of them paid much attention to the captain's warhorse,
which was casually trotting off in the direction of the prison wagons.
As the captain slowly walked past each soldier and performed a thorough
inspection of his or her grooming and posture, the lieutenant stood back
and fidgeted nervously, offering a silent prayer to the Light. The
captain had gotten about halfway with the inspection when a loud
cracking sound made everyone's heads turn.
"What in the Nether was that?" the lieutenant shouted as he
instinctively drew his sword.
The captain and the soldiers all followed his stare and saw that the
prison wagons were now empty. The cage doors on the back of each wagon
lolled open, broken and splintered, and there was no sign of the
prisoners.
"To arms! It's an attack!" the lieutenant barked.
"Form a defensive perimeter, quickly!" the captain shouted, drawing her
sword as well. "There's probably Horde all over the cliffs!"
The soldiers drew their weapons and scrambled into a makeshift circle in
a hurry, pointing their pikes and swords to cover every potential angle
of ambush. Nobody saw anything, but in the minds of the terrified
soldiers every boulder and shrubbery could contain a Horde soldier
waiting to pounce. The captain grabbed the arm of the lieutenant as he
was about to walk back towards the wagons.
"Wait. Let me go. I'm more experienced," she said calmly, and slipped
the heavy helmet back on her head.
The younger officer was about to protest, but instead simply nodded and
started shouting orders to his soldiers. The captain walked out of the
circle with her sword raised, her long blue cape fluttering in the light
breeze. There was no sound on the dusty highway except the faint rustle
of the wind in the dead leaves of the dry trees and the heavy footsteps
of the captain's boots crunching against the soil. She slowly crept up
towards the lead wagon and slowly moved towards the rear end of it with
her blade raised. Then she ducked around the corner and vanished from
the view of the rest of the soldiers. Behind the wagon, the captain
quickly broke into a run, trying to stifle a giggle as she sheathed her
sword and scooted down the slope towards the long, flat forested valley
below.
"Can't believe they fell for it," she said between giggles as she made
her way to the hastily agreed upon rendezvous spot.
It didn't take the captain long to find a small clump of trees nestled
near some rocks that looked like a likely spot. She made a low whistle
between her teeth, and was rewarded by a similar noise from within. As
she pushed her way past the undergrowth into the small grove formed by
the trees, a series of shocked gasps and grunts of anger could be heard.
Sitting there were the five Horde prisoners from the wagons, all looking
tired and dishevelled but largely unharmed. They all stared at her in
disbelief and anger, while her faithful warhorse trotted up from next to
the group and gave her a friendly nuzzle.
"Relax, warriors. I am not what I seem," said the captain in perfect
Orcish. "And we don't have much time."
The orc male stepped forward and regarded her with a sceptical stare. He
was dressed only in a pair of dirty brown shorts and his muscular
physique spoke of a lifetime as a warrior. Behind him, the turquoise-
skinned, lean and tall troll woman regarded the human with curiosity
while the curvaceous blonde blood elf woman stared at her with poorly
concealed disdain. The muscular black-furred tauren and the tall but
busty goblin girl still sat down, but also looked over.
"Who are you? Why did your animal free us?" the orc asked angrily,
jabbing a finger at the armoured human.
"Because I'm actually one of you. We both are," the captain said calmly.
"But nothing I say will convince you, so I'll just demonstrate instead.
Here boy!"
The woman smacked her lips and her warhorse obediently trotted up to
her, nuzzling her hand with his broad face. She set about quickly
removing the saddle and barding, revealing the muscular form and
quivering shaft of the magnificent beast to all. As the Horde ex-
prisoners stared, the captain began undressing as well, slowly
unbuckling her heavy plate armor and setting it down on the ground,
revealing a muscular, battle-hardened physique. As they continued
looking, she also slipped out of her clothes, unveiling her tanned,
scarred skin with a pair of small breasts and a well-shaven snatch. She
brushed one hand through her sweaty raven-black hair, and then knelt
down next to her horse.
There was a hushed gasp as the battle-hardened human woman broke her
stoic demeanor by giving them a playful wink and a grin as she reached
up to the neck of the stallion and grabbed onto something that none of
the others could see. Suddenly the horse shuddered and bulged, seemingly
losing its muscle mass and becoming floppy, like a collapsing tent.
"What is this display?" the troll asked. "What are y-"
Suddenly they saw a wide seam open along the back of the horse, and as
the massive suit collapsed to the ground like an empty sack, a sweat-
covered, muscular orc woman with a bald head and a confident grin rose
up from all fours, as naked as the day she was born. Totally unfazed by
her nudity, she waved cheerfully at the five wide-eyed Horde ex-
prisoners.
"Lok'tar, friends. I'm Grecka, we're here to rescue you. Let me just
give my partner a hand."
The orc walked over to the captain and with a firm push spun the human
around so that Grecka was facing her back. With a wide grin the orc let
her sharp-nailed finger trail along the captain's spine until she found
what resembled a small mole at her neck. Grecka dug her fingernails deep
into the tanned, leathery skin of the human and pulled down, and there
was a dull, rubbery noise. When the orc stepped aside they saw a wide
gash opened in the back of the human woman, and a broad, muscular brown-
furred back stick out from within. As they stared, the Stormwind captain
reached up to her head and tugged, and suddenly her whole body pulled
free with a sucking noise and fell forward.
"That was way too tight," the tauren Ulm panted as he pulled his massive
body free of the constricting human skinsuit.
As Ulm's erect member flopped out from behind the captain's neatly
shaven vagina, the Horde prisoner's suddenly seemed relieved.
"You're deep cover agents!" the blood elf said with a smile. "I can't
believe it! Those suits are so..."
"Realistic? Better believe it," Ulm said in his own deep, masculine
voice as he flipped the human skinsuit aside. "It took us a long time to
establish this cover, but we couldn't let the Alliance take you."
The orc blinked and suddenly a shadow of doubt flickered across his
broad-jawed face. "Wait. You gave up your cover to rescue us? You
shouldn't have! Your mission is probably much more important!"
Grecka shrugged. She had shuffled the huge pile of the horse skinsuit
over to the side and was squatting down next to one of the saddlebags
she had been carrying as the stallion. She reached down deep within it
and withdrew four carefully-wrapped packages, each bearing a large Horde
symbol.
"No, your lives are more important. We can always establish a new cover
later."
Ulm quietly thought of all the work he had put into his false human
officer identity, including taking on a human man as a lover to get into
carefully guarded areas and staying in the suit for months on end. But
if he had any actual resentment he didn't show it.
"Lok'tar ogar, brothers and sisters. We're getting you out of here."
"Ah, about that," the goblin inquired carefully. "How are you going to
do that, exactly? They'll be looking for us now."
Ulm nodded. "I'm pretty sure even that greenhorn human officer has
realized there's no Horde ambush by now and organized a search party.
However we have a good head start on them, and they won't recognize us
when they find us."
"What do you mean, exactly?" the blood elf asked.
Grecka grinned and quickly unpacked the wrapped-up objects she had
retrieved. As she opened the first two the others got a glimpse of
luxurious striped fur and as the orc deftly opened the other two there
was a flash of rich purple and blue skin. They crowded up closer and saw
that the orc woman was carefully spreading out the empty, flaccid skins
of two large nightsaber tigers and two night elf females on the ground.
The orc blinked. "Wait, you don't mean we're going to go in there?" he
said incredulously. "That's not right!"
Ulm rolled his eyes. "It's not? I suppose you think our usage of such
suits is not right either? This is a war, brother. We use every tool at
our disposal."
"But there's only four suits, and seven of us," the blood elf woman
said. "Are we going to use the human and her horse as well?"
Grecka sighed and shook her head as she leaned down to open the seams on
the backs of the kaldorei skinsuits. "Unfortunately those two will be
who the humans will search for, so we cannot use them."
"As for being too many, these are all the suits we have. You'll just
have to share."
The former captives looked down at the suits and then at each other,
blinking. There was a murmur of doubt and distrust, but Ulm and Grecka
motioned for silence as each of them picked up one of the night elf
suits.
"With no offense meant, brothers and sisters, we are the trained
infiltrators. We know how the suits work and how to improvise if caught
by Alliance patrols. We'll guide you five back to safety, don't worry.
But it's safer for all of us if we take the riders."
As the five Horde members stared wide-eyed, Ulm and Grecka began working
their way into their new disguises. Their bulky bodies strained against
the supple skin of the elves, and Ulm found it very difficult to get his
hooved feet and massive bulk into his costume. They had to help each
other out wiggling into their suits, which was slightly helped by the
slickness of their bodies after their sweaty ordeal. Soon the two were
clad in their new suits up to the necks, with the night elf masks
dangling over their distorted chests. With a wink and a smile, Ulm and
Grecka lifted the empty, floppy faces of the skins up and stretched them
over their own faces, mumbling as they tried to adjust the suits to
cover them. They then helped each other zip up since their hands were
quite clumsy in side of the disguises, and then the magic kicked in.
With a ripple and a shudder, the two forms shrunk and slimmed down,
becoming two beautiful night elf women with flowing dark blue hair and
supple blue skin.
"Better," said the night elf who had been Ulm.
"Much better, sister," said her twin. "Now for the rest of you. Hurry!"
The two newly changed night elves held the nightsaber suits up, and
motioned for their allies to step forward. The orc male and tauren male
did so first, and the two elves motioned for them to slip into the back
seams of the great cats. The two went down on all four and awkwardly
aligned their bodies inside the suits while the soft hands of the elves
helped them pull the large heads of the nightsabers over their own. As
they pulled the zippers shut, the great cats started to take form in an
exact reversal of the warhorse deflating earlier, and soon two large,
virile male nightsabers stood there purring.
"By the Light!" the blood elf gasped.
The nightsabers stretched in confusion, padding around and purring
softly, occasionally letting out a small roar. Each one was large enough
to carry a fully armoured rider, with one of the cats being white with
black stripes and the other being a rich brown with reddish stripes. As
the remaining three Horde prisoners gaped at the change, the night elves
motioned them closer as well. Suddenly the distant yell of a human voice
filtered into the small clearing, and they were all aware that the hunt
was on.
"Come on, no time to waste!"
The blood elf, troll and goblin stepped forward, and the night elves led
the nightsabers closer. They opened the back seams of the cats once
more, and first the troll and the goblin slipped in, joining their
friends inside the suits. The blood elf looked somewhat awkward and
unwilling, but at the insistent motioning of the night elves and the
distant cries of the humans, she finally slipped out of her underwear
and slid into the seam of the white and black nightsaber. The night
elves grinned at each other and pulled the seams shut once more, and
soon the two great cats stood there as if nothing had happened.
Hurriedly the two kaldorei scurried about the clearing to get rid of the
evidence such as the discarded suits, the clothes and armor of the human
and the simple prisoner garb of the now vanished Horde members.
Meanwhile the other night elf was hurriedly picking up two sets of
saddles and very skimpy kaldorei outfits from their other saddlebag,
while shoving the soiled warhorse and human suit into the first bag
where they seemed to just vanish. The night elves quickly got dressed in
their new bikini-styled uniforms and slipped the saddles onto their new
mounts. The nightsabers simply paced around, each seeming extremely
happy and occasionally quivering a bit in ecstasy. The last of the
Stormwind captain's uniform vanishing into the bag of holding together
with her empty skin. As the two beautiful sisters rode out of the glade,
they were almost immediately confronted by a red-faced soldier, which
both of them recognized as one of the women who had guarded the prison
caravan. The soldier lowered her sword at the two night elves.
"Halt! Who goes there!" she barked.
"I am Orina Gladeleaf," said one elf.
"And I am Viora Gladeleaf," said the other. "We are on the trail of a
group of filthy, unwashed Horde pigs who fled this way. Have you seen
them?"
The human soldier seemed momentarily flabbergasted at the quick reversal
of the situation. "Uh. We're hunting them too, ma'am. They escaped from
our prison cages with the help of a traitor human. We think they came
this way."
Orina and Viora exchanged a serious look and Orina nodded. "They did. We
were travelling towards Redridge when we picked up the trail. We shall
depart quickly, lest they gain too much of a lead on us."
"May the Goddess bless your hunt!" said Viora as the two elves turned
their large mounts and raced off into the wilderness.
The human soldier didn't even try to stop them, and the pair continued
until she was well out of earshot before they afforded a mischievous
giggle.
"They probably will cover the roads leading north and west," said Orina.
"So we'll head south, towards the Blasted Lands," said Viora with a nod.
"This mission didn't turn out the way I thought it would, but it's a lot
more interesting," said Orina and let out a pearly laugh as the two
spurred their tigers on southwards.
And the Horde prisoners and their supposed human collaborator were never
found.
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