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"All set?" "Yeah, I've got the essentials in here." Andrea showed off the locked metal suitcase. "I've got Strider, a lot of women and men, the dick suit, the vibrator and the strap on suit. Everything suitable for a vacation." The loving couple shared a chuckled. For the first time in a long time they were going on a "normal" vacation. The two of them to an all inclusive hotel in Iceland. They had done the whole "beach vacation" for a while, and it was time to do something new. Suiting in the snow was on their mind. As they had packed two backpacks of clothes and one suitcase of...fun stuff. A black smoke filled the room and Markus and Andrea coughed, struggled to breathe as sparks and sparkles seemed to shatter and reappear all around them. "WHAT IS-" =================== "GOING ON!" Markus yelled as he noticed that the surroundings around him had changed. From their bedroom, they were standing in a small grove of gnarled dry trees next to a vast open grassland. "Okay, you need to explain to me how you did that, dear." "It wasn't me." Markus picked up on the amount of stress and worry in her voice that seemed to be genuine. Her eyes darted all over the place trying to catch her bearings. "It really wasn't you? This sounds like a fantastic prank." "No." Markus noticed a fly landing on his head and he swatted it away as he sought to catch his bearings. "If this...isn't you, what is this?" Markus reached inside his fancy suit and pulled out his skinsuit gun, ready for anything. "That was freaky, real freaky! I WANNA DO IT AGAIN!" "Shut it, shut it!" "What?" "We don't know where we are or what happened. Maybe we're somewhere dangerous, like a army base or a training ground. We need to be careful untill we know just where we are. Are you sure this isn't one of your pranks?" "No." At this point she looked quite hurt at his mistrust, and Markus was relieved (by the fact that it wasn't a prank) before starting to panic (because it was real.) "Okay, let's move. I'm not sticking around to find what's going on." Markus walked up front, finger tightly held around the trigger of the skinsuit gun with Andrea carrying the "fun case" right behind him. Darting from tree to tree in absolute silence, making sure to listen, observe, then move. Andrea would normally have been cracking jokes or doing something lewd, but she had not seen Markus be so serious before. The look on his face was one of absolute determination and high focus as his mind did it's absolute best to focus on the task at hand. Markus noticed some smoke ascending into the sky behind a rise up ahead. He motioned Andrea to be quiet (even though she'd been as quiet as a mouse since they'd started moving) as he began to lower his body untill he was practically crawling through the tall, dry grass as quiet as possible. The terrain ahead suddenly dipped and Markus fell onto his stomach to carefully look over the edge. What he saw took his breath away. About twenty meters away was an orc encampment. Markus saw large, greenskinned humanoids walking around a smouldering campfire next to what looked to be pretty shoddy hide-covered tents. Most notably he saw what he could only call a dessciated corpse of a human being in a kind of medival getup impaled in a stake in front of the camp. The orcs were arguing to each other over something. "I CAUGHT IT SO I GET THE BIGGEST PIECE OF MEAT!" "YOU DIDNT CATCH IT, IT WAS DEAD WHEN YOU FOUND IT." Markus decided to bow out right then and there. Some part of him still thought this was one of Andrea's elaborate pranks...but if it wasn't he was not about to stick around and find out with some greenskin shattering his skull. He turned around and crawled back to Andrea "So, what did you see?" "Orcs." "You mean the greenskins with the big erections from fiction?" "I am serious. And if those things spot us we're fucking dead." There was no sense of joking in Markus's voice. Not even a hint. The reality of the situation hit her fully now. "Oh, crap, oh crap what do we do?" "Sssht, shht. They may be strong, but they aren't quick. If we suit up as Strider, we'll be a lot quicker then them. Besides, if we're a horse, they're less likely to kill us but to ride us instead." "Yeah, yeah, that's good." Andrea entered the code to the suitcase and opened it up. Its skinsuit contents of many different colours bulged out. (Andrea had spent some time trying to fit as much in as she could before closing it." Luckily, the black shape of Strider's form was easily findable. "Pack it back up, pack it back up." Markus pulled out the deflated skinsuit of the horse and began to lay out while Andrea tried to pack everything back into the suitcase as quietly as possible. Markus laid the suit out on the ground, focussing his mind on a zipper, and seeing one appear on the form. He yanked it open quickly laying down to press his feet into the horse's. The empty feet of the horse started to fill up and take form as Markus crawled further inside. "Okay, done." Andrea locked the suitcase. "Where do i put this?" "Just slide it into the suit and come with me, we need to get out of here." Markus put his head into the far larger, empty form of the black-maned Strider. Andrea chucked the suitcase into the suit and immediatley began crawling into it, pressing into her hind legs. "You know if the suit comes together my face is going to transform into the horsecock. That's awesome!" "No time for that now dear, hurry up." His voice emerged from the mask of the horse as he slipped his hands in. The front end of strider was coming to life but the back end was slowly beginning to catch up with a strange square shape in the middle of the belly. "Horsecock galore." Andrea disappeared into the back of the suit and pulled the zipper up. Markus's hand stretched out and pulled it all the way onto Strider's black mane where it dissapeared. A moment of shaping and melting happened inside Strider as two bodies and minds became one in practice. The majestic black horse looked around, quickly getting on its feet. "Lets go, lets go, let's go!" Markus thought as Strider galloped away down the hill at high speed directly facing away from the encampment. His horsecock was fully erect, hanging out and flapping in the wind. "Put that back in, after we're safe we can find a mare." With unrealistic speed the cock retracted as the extremely muscular stallion navigated away from the grove and the orc camp at high speed. After maybe half an hour of galloping they were far out into the flat, open grassland. In the distance there was a dirt road ahead where the indistinct shapes of rolling carts and the occasional rider could be seen moving. "Okay, a road...let's see if we can find any humans." To their dismay, the closer they got to the road, the more green they saw. There were a few other strange beings but a majority of the travelers were orcish like the ones back at the camp. The sight of a fine horse moving on the road on it's own drew a few stares but they were left alone for now. "If we were human walking along this road we would be dead right now. Don't forget...it's do or die. I don't know what the hell is going on, but we have to deal with it." Markus' thoughts were merged with Andrea's and the command of Strider was his (by Andrea's wishes) but they still talked to each other. "Together. We deal with this...madness together." "Right. Together. I wouldn't know what I'd do without you." "Probably the same. Hell, I would've walked up to that orc thing you saw and either ended up as a sex slave, which would've been great, or dead." "Right." Strider continued onto the road untill nightfall, artfully navigating past all the traffic on the road. They had spotted a few elves, goblins and some towering, muscular minotaur-looking people which drew some stares from the horse, but not a single human after hours of trekking. Finally, Stider turned right off the path and away from all view into the open steppes. It looked around. "Should we get out?" "No, no, untill we find a place that's completely safe we're going to be in Strider." The horse's stomach roared. "Oh, crap...we don't have any food with us," Andrea said. "Ah, remember, we're an anatomically correct horse right now. Which means we can also eat grass like real horses do." Stider leaned down to the grass below it, quickly doing its best to eat as much as it could as quickly as it could. It tasted godawful (and like grass) but it seemed to relieve the hunger. And yet Markus longed for a steak above literally any thing in the world "Okay...so what do we do now, dear?" "I...I guess we go to sleep and figure out what in Gods name is going on in the morning." Strider closed his eyes, remaining in place as he rested. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite prepared for what approached sneakily in the night A group of orcs led by a muscular but attractive savage female approached the sleeping horse. Ruka Blackmane stood as tall as Markus did (had he not been half of Strider at the moment) and was much broader, with shapely muscles covered by smooth light olive green skin. The evening breeze rustled her long black dreadlocks and she had a determined look in her dark eyes as she motioned her warriors to move in closer. She wore only a skimpy leather outfit adorned by claws and bones, signifying her as a huntress and tamer of beasts, and she made little sound as she approached the dozing horse through the rustling grass. With great expertise she crawled up to Striders behind. She'd tracked the horse ever since encountering it alone on the road. Now as close as she was she was sure that this would definitely pay a fine reward if sold to the highest bidder. The amount of muscle and Striders sheer size made her shiver with joy. What a catch to just find roaming a few kilometers from her stables. "Now." Ruka leaped om Striders back, grasping its mane tightly. Panicked and not knowing what was happening Strider hinnied and began to run. "WHAT IS HAPPENING!" "RELAX! Just...some woman is riding us. Look at how strong she is." Both could feel the orcish woman very tightly grasping their mane and basically clinging on with great force. "If she finds the real me or real you she'll cut us in half in an instant. So well go with...wherever shes taking us and sneak out whenever were alone. No problem. No problem, just don't let her hear us." "Look at you, such a powerfull stallion. What owner left you all alone in the middle of nowhere? Dont worry, Ruka is going To take good care of you." She petted Strider as she began to steer him into the direction of her home. ========================================================================= The crude wooden structure that passed as a stables was little more than a skeletal wooden frame with a number of hides stretched over it, but the minds of Markus and Andrea were glad that everything was holding up so far. This orcish woman would've towered over Markus and Andrea's real forms and the bloodstained axes on her belt and the bow on her back reinforced their fear. Ruka opened the latch holding the large wooden door to the stables closed. In the pens were two other horses, a massive black wolf that was bigger than anything the two humans had ever seen and...what Markus and Andrea could best describe a couple of enormous, lumbering pebble-skinned lizard creatures that curiously stared at Strider with their beady eyes. The ork woman steered them into one of the pens and dismounted. "There we go." She looked Strider in the eye before turning around and locking the pen...with her in it. "Now lets see if youre as impressive as you look. Ruka began undressing in front of Strider, revealing her impressively muscular and good looking form outside of a few scars here and there. "I think ill call you Neckbreaker. You look like a Neckbreaker to me." "I could settle in for being a breeding stallion with you Markus." "Yeah and i want a steak damn it." Ruka lowered herself under the horse beginning to massage and "pull out" the massive horsecock of the suit's completely realistic underside. Already Andrea was pushing to take charge and "deploy" Striders raison d'etre. "Oh boy look at how huge you are..." Ruka got into a sort of backwards crouching position baring her inner walls positioned in the right place. Strider repositioned and slid in. it took a moment of readjusting before Ruka did some impressive gymnastics to begin "reverse-riding" Strider's cock "Yeah, yeah you're one big stallion aren't you? A wild beast taking an innocent orc like me. Fuck me Neckbreaker, fuck me like I'm the prettiest mare around!" She increased her pace. Andrea, inside Strider was moaning and enjoying the ride while Markus easily kept focussed on the goal ahead. "We should lower ourselves a bit." "I agree, I agree so we go deeper." Strider carefully lowered its half a bit, angling it's massive erection further inside the willing Orc woman. "I'm going in." "What, but we're not-" Ruka noticed a sudden shiver and shifting inside her partner. She couldn't place it but it felt even better then before. There was a great shift inside the horse as the horse suddenly began to ejaculate. From the base a large bulge appeared stretching the cock wide in all directions and moving downward Like a snake reverse swallowing its prey it bulged outward from the horse's crotch right into Ruka. Her eyes went wide but it was too late to respond. Her belly distended greatly in one moment as the man-sized bulge was pushed inside her with great force. Her pleasure turned to pain as her stomach was filled up, the bump halfway inside her. With an impossible push the bulge was forced fully inside and Ruka collapsed on the floor. Strider noticed what had happened and walked forward a bit so that his dripping erection was hanging over Rukia's agape mouth. She sputtered and rolled out from under the horse. "Thank God she was attracted to horses," Ruka spoke yet the way of speaking was...softer and more gentle. She patted herself over, stretching and flexing her impressive muscles "You ruined the sex though, we hadn't even gotten started." Strider turned to face Ruka and Andrea's voice spoke in her mind. "We can go back to having sex in just a bit. Let me find out what this whole place is..." Markus focussed on Ruka's memories. As they came flooding in, she started looking more and more upset. "What?" "What!" Strider smashed his head into Ruka's chest. Hard enough to hurt, not hard enough to damage. "Don't do that?" "What are you going to do, fuck me more?" "No, we're in...I don't know, she doesn't know what this is called. but we are in the lands of the Horde... a group of races that hate humans. There's orcs, blood elves, tauren...i think those are the bull guys. There are humans here, but...they're across the sea on a different continent. Humans here... usually get murdered on sight or enslaved. So, all we need to do is pretend to be an orc...orcess and a horse while we travel northeastward towards the coast." "How are we going to get home then?" "I don't know. Let's get to someplace safe first." "We're pretty safe here, aren't we?" "I am not spending my life as an orc mount seller." "Aww, I was hoping you'd settle for being my horse cum dumpster?" "Well...we don't need to leave tonight, but I do need the skinsuit gun." "You had it on you remember, i think it should be in you." "Oh, right." Ruka pulled at her face grabbing onto both tusks as she pulled forward her face collapsed. Markus's brown haired-brown eyed human face appeared on top of Ruka's very imposingly shaped orkish body. Markus did another flex, enjoying the feeling of just how much power this body seemed to be oozing with. She checked out her female body for any weird bumps, finally feeling a strange shape on her back. She pulled it out and wielded the skinsuit gun that now felt pretty tiny in her current hands. One of the reptilian creatures began shaking its massive form in its pen, making the building shake slightly. Markus zipped Ruka's face back up, letting the darker eyes realign as she aimed and in one shot the creature collapsed into an towering empty pile. "That's a kodo beast, it's also a kind of mount the orcs and tauren use. We're taking one along." "Okay then." Ruka opened the stall's doors, retrieved the deflated suit and returned to strider. "Open up." With a smile on her face Ruka grabbed the suit tight and smashed it with her fist into Strider's behind She could hear Andrea moan as Ruka forced the suit piece by piece fully inside the horse's rear untill the bulge it created inside dissapeared. "Isn't there something else you'd like to put inside me?" "Ah yes, I remember..." Ruka spread her hips wide, pushing her impressive tighs to each side and her crotch forward. On command, her labial lips parted and a pink-skinned human penis of significant size jutted out of her crotch. Unlike Markus's face, his erection was pretty appropriately sized for the large Orkish female form that he now possessed. "All it needs is a lick of green paint, and we're good. Or i can just make it disappear." Ruka chuckled as she slid into Striders behind with a practiced ease, the horse whinnying in pleasure in response. "We set out first thing tomorrow morning, and we're going to sleep right after this. We've got time for fun now...but we're still in a very dangerous place. Don't ever forget that, Andrea." "Can you cut the explanation and ramp up the pace, dear?" Ruka sighed. "I'll repeat it to you after we're done." ================================== Ruka Blackmane left just after first daylight setting out to the east on her mighty horse Strider. Compared to some of the mounted beasts that moved along the road Strider may not have been big, but Markus decided to count on Andrea's familiarity with her current equine form over whatever massively powerful freakshow. Markus himself was focused on establishing Ruka as what humans would consider quite masculine, no-nonsense type of woman. At least, what he thought orcish woman would be like. The posturing also helped him cover up his fears of being found out as a human in Horde territory. Ruka caught quite a few orcs staring as she moved by but she paid them no attention outside of an occasional glance to make sure they weren't being followed. "So far, so good Strider. Holding up down there?" Andrea's voice filled Ruka's mind all of a sudden. "Yeah, i had Strider designed to be the strongest, fasted horse in the world, remember. No actual horse can match these muscles. It's getting a bit boring though." "Boring is good Andrea, because excitement can end with our deaths, remember." "Yeah." "We are in enemy territory. No time for mistakes." Ruka slapped Strider on the back of his left thigh. "Oooh, are you going to keep using that on me all day?" Ruka chuckled. "If it makes you go faster, sure." The journey continued for the rest of the day until the sun began setting. Ruka hadn't eaten and her stomach growled when they came across a tavern on the side of the road. "All right. Stay here and wait. Be a horse." "I don't know how to talk back to you since im a horse. Moo." Ruka chucked as she tied her horse to the trough next one of these massive lizard beasts that eyed them curiously. She got close to Striders right ear. "Remember, horses are capable of delivering absolutely devastating kicks backwards and slightly to the side. If anything happens, make some noise and turn to face the threat with your ass. I will be right back." "When we get home, I'm ordering a crapton of orc suits, you know that right?" "I'm counting on it." Ruka took a deep breath, straightening out further as she stepped into the seedy (in Markus's terms) looking establishment. Her eyes flashed around the room. A few thin looking creatures with slender yet long tusks and mohawk hair that Ruka's memories named as trolls and one big looking orc sitting at the bar. The barmaid was an orcess as well and to Markus's untrained eyes she could've been Ruka's sister. A closer look to the bigger orc revealed that the strange thing around his neck appeared to be a cracked humanoid skull held together with crude pieces of metal. He towered over her and his muscles seemed comically big beyond what anyone could deem to be possible. Ruka flashed a nervous smile and then sat down at the far end of the bar. Markus' plan was simple, to get some food and information, and get out. "Evening." Markus took note of the Orc's muscular form, thinking that Andrea would certainly desire to get utterly devastated by his impressive girth down below that was clearly visible below the loincloth. The orc caught her staring and grinned at her. "A drink and whatever salted meat you have. Don't reckon you make steaks here, do you?" "Depends on how much gold you got." "Nevermind." Ruka waved dismissively, eyes darting off to the larger orc now and then. He caught her gaze and stood up approaching. "Shit." Ruka said under her breath. "What brings someone as pretty as you to a place like this?" "Thanks for insulting my bar, dick," the barmaid shot back. "Keep to your buisness wretch, I'll tend to mine." Ruka was staring at the large, muscular Orc in front of her, with tusks so big they would sell for a good price on the ivory market. The orc got closer, his shiny bald head and big round jaw coming awkwardly close. His large hand wrapped around her shoulder. She could smell the stank under his breath Markus had to admit. He was tempted. Very tempted. Orc Love on a barcounter, taken by this great powerful humanoid in a sex frenzy. He wanted to lean forward and ride that creature for the rest of the night. A single thought snapped him back to reality. "What if this mad beast was so wild that he'd rip the skinsuit? Then he'd be staring down the absolute rage of this beast of a man as himself." "Oh fuck no, no thank you." He now pressed himself onto her fully, a predatory smile on his face. She could see the massive bulge start to grow as the orc used his free hand to pull the loincloth aside to reveal one of the biggest green erections she had ever seen, and considering that involved skinsuits, that said a lot. The proverbial green drained from Ruka's face as Markus's self defence lessons kicked in. In one swift momvement Ruka had slipped to the right taking a few steps back. "Oh, you want to play rough, we can do that. You'll soon learn why I am called Kartan the Great." The entire form, dick erect leapt and pinned Ruka to the ground with overwhelming force. She tried to squirm but the sheer mass kept her locked in place. With one pull he ripped Ruka's clothes off, revealing her moist nether region. "Your body doesn't lie, woman, you want it even more then I do." Ruka tried to slide out under Kartan but the weight on top of her was too great. His green tip pressed against her vagina and he simply pulled her back, impaling her on his tower of meat causing a clear bulge inside her belly. He grasped her and lifted her off the ground, using his massive erection as leverage over her and locking her into place. She heard the troll creatures cheer Kartan on in voices that Markus couldn't help but denote as "vaguely Jamaican". She was now just an object, a sex toy to be used as he began pounding her with extreme negligence. An absolute shockwave of sexual thrill rolled through Markus incomparable to anything that they'd gottten into with all their skinsuit shenanigans. This was rape. And that thought brought Markus back. He wasn't going to let anyone take advantage of him, no matter how enjoyable it was. Ruka's hand slipped to her pocket when she saw Kartan close his eyes and pulled out the skinsuit gun. She put it to his chest. "Bye, asshole." And fired. Kartan let out another roar before he suddenly collapsed into an empty suit. With a dull thud, Ruka fell on her back, immediatelly pulling out and standing up "Witnesses, no witnesses," she muttered as she turned the skinsuit gun on the troll creatures who were now confused as to what happened. With a rapidly fired set of shots the three trolls buckled foward onto the table as empty skinsuits. The barmaid ducked down behind the bar avoiding the few shots fired in her direction. Panicked, Ruka picked up her clothing and dragged the skinsuit of Kartan along with her, his deflated dick still inside her. She bolted outside "LET'S GO!" The giant lizard creature next to Strider had noticed the commotion and was getting unruly. Markus didn't have time for that crap and just blasted the creature in the face three times, followed up by quickly freeing Strider from it's bindings, mounting him while tightly grasping the skinsuit of Kartan. "GO!" Strider didn't need any more encouragement as they rode off in the night looking out for somewhere far away from prying eyes. "What happened?" "Turns out that being a sexy orc lady in a world of orcs is a good way to get raped." Rather then a snarky response or an expression of envy, Andrea spoke to him in a tender tone. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine, it felt pretty good. But i was worried he'd rip the skinsuit off me in his rough way and that then i'd die to an enraged orc crushing my skull." "The suit you're carrying with you, that's him?" "Yeah." To the right of them a series of hills covered in sparse trees appeared in the black night with occasional fireflies lighting the way. Ruka steered Strider into the treeline and after onlyfifteen minutes of traveling through rough rocky terrain did she tell Strider to halt. "New plan. No more sexy orc lady. I'll be this guy instead." Strider walked over, poking the empty skinsuit with one of it's hooves. "Dear God that's a beast." "Yeah." Ruka opened the zipper in the back of the big figure. "I'd like to see what kind of creature would want to put it's hand on this guy." Ruka opened the skinsuit by the suddenly appearing zipper and laid it out on its back. By his estimation it was at least 2 meters tall, maybe reaching up to 2,20 with the broad shoulders and extremely musuclar physique reaffirming Katrak's absolute unit status. His body was riddled with scars most of which were broad and poorly healed. His erection was a pole, impressive even when deflated. Ruka undressed, putting her clothes inside the suit's legs. Markus could hear a wolf whistle in his head which was cut short by one nasty look in her steed's direction. "Sorry." Ruka began to lower herself into the empty green skinsuit, first letting one of her feminine legs slip in. With a gentle moan her crotch made contact with the inside of his. She could feel her vagina begin to fill out and stick to the inside of the skinsuit while Katrak's crotch returned to life as his imposing erection regained life. "Oh God." Immediately Ruka was at full mast with one functional thick leg and the rest of the body spilling out the back of Katrak. She let her other leg slide into place as the skin first turned to wrap tightly around it and then inflate to the hypermuscular legs of the orc male. With one hand she held up the rest of the Katrak skinsuit that she now draped over her shoulder as her brand now erection required some attention. Ruka brought both of her hands around the tip and tugged the foreskin back. "Oh, oh yes, yes..." Immediately lost in pleasure she began to furiously jack off in front of her steed, her hands wrapped tighly around the cock that was raping her under an hour ago. All of it just added up to Ruka standing there with a male orcish lower half masturbating in the woods. Every pull, every sensation and the slight tickling of the wind was pushing her closer and closer. Strider walked over to her, pushing her hands aside with his nuzzle and swallowed Ruka's meat without a second thought, the closest touch between mount and rider working together. It was so fantastic because the Strider skinsuit had been modified for "better fuckability" which means that the horse could easily take in the massive cock and begin to work it, it's black head bobbing and attempting to devour the large erection of every bit of pre-cum. Two forms united, and Ruka came inside Strider whom immediately pressed his muzzle up against Ruka's/Katrak's crotch, desperately guzzling up the massive stream of semen that was violently deposited in his throat. With his powerful tongue and his lips tightly wrapped around it he squeezed and rubbed furiously against the cumming erection. Katrak's cock continued for quite a while as Ruka moaned and rubbed own big breasts in an attempt to keep the feeling of extasy going. Strider's tongue rolled around the orcish erection until it was not only done, but fully clean too. "Ah, that should keep me going for now." Ruka chuckled. "I'd forgotten for a second that you can handle a semen-only diet. Did you enjoy dinner, dear?" "Very much so. I could even go for seconds." "No, I'm pretty worn out... even when in this new form. I'm going to sleep after I get in." Ruka lifted up the head of Katrak over her own, letting it fall into place as her belly and breasts fell behind the muscular pecs of Katrak. "Final step now." Ruka's rather soft voice was gone, replaced with the harsh tones of Katrak, who now stood there with limp arms to his sides. Ruka's last remnants pushed inside Katraks and with her, now his brand new hands pulled up the zipper that now disappeared. "All right. I'm done for today. We'll-" "Set off at sunset, I understand. I'll kick you when the sun rises." "I love you." The horse gently put his head up to Katrak's chest. "I love you too, dear." ========================================================================= Earlier that evening, as Ruka left the bar a deathly silence fell over the taproom. The bartender cowered behind the thick wooden planks of the counter until her sharp hearing picked up the distinctive sound of hooves dashing against the dirt road outside. Peeking up over the edge of the dirty, stained surface she saw the overturned table where Kartan had attempted his act and next to it... "Blast it all!" she mumbled under her breath and rushed towards the other table. "Morg! Morg! Get out of here!" The three trolls, two males and one female, lay collapsed and empty halfway across the surface of their table as their lower halves dangled limply underneath, no longer solid enough to rest on their chairs. Their clothing had slipped off their now empty forms and the barmaid had to stop herself from touching the long flaccid blue length of one of the troll skins. Slowly moving up to the doorway, the orcess peeked outside and was infinitely relieved to notice the strange horse and its rider were long gone. Instead there was a large pile of pebble-skinned reptilian skin next to where the stallion had been stabled. "Damn, did they have to make such a mess?" the orc said to herself. "Oh wow, what happened here?" a growling yet soft voice came from behind here. She turned around to spot young Morg, the tavern's stableboy and cleaner. He was prodding the empty face of the female troll skinsuit with the rear end of his broom with a googly-eyed expression on his face. The orc barmaid rushed over and delivered a slap to the back of the boy's head, causing him to wince and stand to what amounted to attention. "Some crazy mage went berserk in here when that idiot Kartak tried to fuck her. We need to clean up before the evening rush, get those skins out of here and hide them! There's one outside too, one of the kodos got hit. Well go on then, get moving you lazy runt!" Morg ducked under another slap and dashed over to gather up the troll skinsuits and their clothes into a sack. When he noticed the barmaid vanish into the back out of the corner of his eye, the orc boy's expression suddenly became solemn. "Crazy mage huh? The lady needs to be informed of this." =============================================================== Far away across the great ocean the island nation of Kul Tiras lay like a great jewel dropped into the turbulent sea. As the rough evening winds battered against windows and ripped into fluttering pennants a flickering light still shone in the tallest tower of Proudmoore Keep, the castle at the center of the capital city of Boralus. An imposing structure that had repelled many attacks of both mundane and magical nature (most recently a number of siege attempts), the Keep had been the seat of the Lord Admiral of Kul Tiras for generations. Perhaps outsiders like Marcus and Andrea would have been surprised to learn that the current Lord Admiral was not a swarthy, bearded old sailor but rather a lithe, imperious and beautiful young woman with a shock of silvery white hair kept in a tight braid and bright blue eyes. Jaina Proudmoore sat writing into a leatherbound notebook, taking down the results of a late-running alchemical experiment when suddenly a faint series of hums caught her attention. "Hmm?" the lady said with a slight yawn as she rose from her writing desk, striding past rows of beakers and complex mechanical devices of obscure purpose. Despite her young age Jaina had proven to be a capable leader on many occasions as well as one of the most talented mages on the surface of Azeroth. She had taken to display her allegiance to the nation of her birth since she had returned, now wearing the elegant outfit of a Kul Tiran leader, with a navy blue, white and gold robe fit for both traveling and sailing, tall laced boots and a large clawed gauntlet that signified her authority. As she strode through her laboratory to stand in front of a small bluish-white crystal orb, one of her trimmed silver eyebrows arched ever so slightly. "Dirk? Not the agent I expected. Interesting," she said to herself as she sat down and tapped the orb, causing the swirls within to coalesce into the youthful face of an orc boy. "Lady Proudmoore," the orc said with a bow that briefly brought his head out of the field of vision of the orb. "I need to be brief as the boss is expecting me soon, but something very strange happened a few hours ago. An orc woman rode in on a big stallion, the finest warhorse I've ever seen. I was going to ask her where she got it, but before I could some dumb local tried to take her against her will. Normally orc sex is quite rough, but this lady didn't want any part of it. She used some kind of beam on the big lug that made him collapse into an empty skin. All this according to my boss." Jaina's expression quickly changed into one of intrigued curiosity. "Empty skin you say?" The orc lad nodded again. "Then she started zapping everything in sight, hitting three trolls who were at a nearby table and almost taking my boss out as well. She then rode off after zapping one of the kodos for some reason. My boss ordered me to remove the skins before the next customers arrived for their evening meal, but I'm keeping them all hidden for now. What should I do, milady?" Jaina rubbed her slender chin and tapped the hard wood of the table surface with her gauntleted hand. "You did well to contact me. I will arrange to travel to the Barrens by morning. If they're travelling by horse they won't get too far before then even if they don't stop to rest." "What about the ... ehm... the skins, milady? They're quite creepy to tell the truth." "I'll want to examine them. I'll come by the tavern in the morning. Be ready for my arrival, I'll use the standard signal." The orc boy nodded again. "As you wish milady." "Make sure you get some rest, my friend," Jaina said with a faint smile. "You have done very well." "Thank you milady. You as well," the orc said, and the orb's surface quickly dissolved into a mass of swirls again as his image faded. Jaina sat back in her chair for a few moments, deep in thought. These news were very fascinating to her as she thought she already knew everyone in Azeroth capable of creating a skinsuit. It seemed she had been wrong. "Time for a trip to the Barrens then," Jaina said to herself. ========================================================================= "No." "What do you mean no?" "I said no and thats final." "Youre not my father Markus." "And yet I'm fathering you for your own good." "And you think I'm unable to act like a masculine warrior orc because?" "Because if I'm in Strider I can't cover for you if you make a mistake." "Oh please as if I can't keep my cock in my...loincloth. Why can't these orcs either get naked or dress normally?" "We are in deep shit Andrea! The stakes are high and they don't wear normal clofhing because they are insane green killers! Barely intelligent wild beasts that walk upright. There is no space for goofing around here. I walk into a bar as a female and get raped by this dude while no one bats an eye." Katrak poked the horse in the front of his face. "Even when faced with this you want to goof around and pretend everything is harmless." "Youre overreacting!" "Youre underreacting!" Katrak cricled around his horse. "Ive got an actual human skull around my neck right now. Someone died to decorate this greenskins neck! At least i think it's human. A small, weird human." "And you dont trust me enough to take charge in this situation?" "No." "Well, you said it." "I don't want to die Andrea and I dont want to lose you. I'm sorry but I want to do this myself." The horse turned back to Katrak and froze. To the right of was a younger orc just barely into adulthood, dressed in only an old loincloth that was carrying the corpse of some kind of antelope. He had been staring at Katrak arguing with his horse for a while now in aghast confusion. "What are you looking at?" "You arguing with your horse." The orc said "Do you want to be the second skull around my neck? PISS OFF!" The orc scurried away dragging the still bleeding animal corpse with him. Katrak climbed on his horse. "You know I like it when you're so authorative." "Move then before I send you off to the glue factory." As the majestic stallion set off for the day's journey, there was one witty remark left. "Considering the clothes they wear I dont think they have invented glue yet." ========================================================================= The first rays of the morning sun touched on the thatched roofs of Boralus, and the many seagulls that nested in the city were already taking flight to look for the day's first catch. Fishing boats were preparing to set out for the day and merchants were setting up their stalls as the city slowly woke up from the chill night. Just as the commoners prepared for the day, in Proudmoore Keep, the young ruler of the city was already up and about, bustling about her laboratory. Jaina had packed a small backpack with the supplies she believed she would need and was counting off various spells and arcane words in her head as she strode over to a tall wooden cupboard made from dark polished wood. She opened the doors with an unnecessarily dramatic flourish, revealing row after row of empty suits dangling from hangers. The archmage quickly began flicking through them. "Barrens, Barrens... been a while since I went incognito to an orc- controlled zone," she muttered as her fingers brushed against suit after suit. "Goblin? No, too cramped. Pandaren merchant? Ehn, itchy fur. Blood elf? Predictable. What ab- Aha!" Jaina's fingers brushed against the short, coarse fur of a large black skinsuit and an unusually impish grin spread across her fine features. She reached in and plucked the hanger containing the black skin out and almost skipped over to hang it across the backrest of a chair. The empty form of a large, obviously male tauren hung there, gazing up at her with a pair of empty eye sockets set above a broad bovine muzzle. A pair of rubbery horns arched up over the flat, powerful skull of the creature and even while flaccid the muscles of it seemed very imposing. The short raven-black fur covering the tauren outlined his features nicely, with only a couple of white splotches around the hips breaking up the darkness. And of course the manhood hanging like an oversized sock between the thick thighs of the skin was something to behold, almost the size of Jaina's own arm. "Perfect!" the archmage said with a very chipper tone. "Oh I'm looking forward to get away from all the responsibility for some adventure!" Quickly and methodically Jaina began undressing, folding up and stuffing each article of clothing and each piece of gear she carried into the small leather satchel sitting on a small wooden bench. Despite stuffing her entire blue and white robe down into the container it didn't bulge at all and she easily pushed her mage staff down into it as well. Jaina packed in her boots, her undershirt and her belt of potions and spells, then shimmied out of her underwear and shoved it into the pack as well, standing as naked as the day she was born in the chill laboratory. She felt her nipples stiffen a little in the cold as well as the excitement of what she was about to do. She reached up and undid her braid, letting her silver hair fall down across her shoulders as she hungrily grabbed the skinsuit. "Alright, time to see if this still fits!" Jaina easily slipped her pale-skinned form into the wide, fleshy seam on the back of the tauren's form. She pushed her feet down into the large rubbery hooves and reached into the arms to fit her slender hands into the massive three-fingered ones of the skin. It was like wearing a much too large overcoat at this point, and Jaina had to struggle to not lose her balance while continuing to put the costume on. Pushing the massive mask down over her own beautiful features and was soon almost entirely encased in the skinsuit, and that would surely have made it very difficult for somebody to effectively close the seam of it up. That is, difficult for anyone who wasn't a mage. Jaina raised her costumed hand and casually waved it around, causing a small puff of silvery white tendrils to snake out from her finger and rush behind her back, where the energy wrapped up the seam of the suit and closed it, rushing up Jaina's back like a little jolt of energy. The archmage cooed in pleasure as her skin rippled and the massive black husk closed over her. "Unf, always a rush," came a deep, rumbling male voice as the black-furred tauren rose to his full height. "Glad I remembered to clean you from dust." The tauren could feel his length already rising to attention and resisted the urge to grab hold of it. Instead he dressed in a long, billowing kilt that only held down his manhood with some difficulty. He chose to not wear much else, instead slinging the backpack over his shoulder and fastening a small necklace of beads around his neck. Giving his reflection in the mirror a look, he grinned with teeth as ivory white as Jaina's own hair. "Just a young apprentice shaman out seeking the wisdom of the elements," he said with a practiced ease. Then he raised his hands and mumbled a series of arcane syllables and a large, shimmering portal opened in the very fabric of reality, displaying a large savannah-like stretch of grassland beyond. Without much hesitation the black-furred tauren stepped through, and the portal winked out behind him, leaving the laboratory empty. ======================================================================== Katrak was riding his majestic horse through the Barrens and considering the warhammer on his back and his surly expression he looked like an orc that was going to war. It was hard navigating with Katraks memories since the orc basically was lugged from place to place by his friend Mu'Ok. Katrak's memories were mostly about combat, fighting not just humans but all sorts of creatures. And then there were memories of his ... "indiscretions" with orcish women. Most of them were consensual to Markus's surprise. As he felt his testicles slap against the back of the horse with every step it seemed to make sense. Right now he was an alpha male orc with a dedicated look on his face. Ocassionally Markus caught himself playing with Katrak's tusks, tapping them to a silly beat. He would never admit it to Andrea but he was beginning to enjoy himelf as an Orc. While the luxuries were gone this was a whole new experience. And as for the journey, he'd estimated that even with all of the speed Strider gave him it would be a few days before they would reach the east coast of this hostile continent. And then there was the matter of find a way of transport across an ocean filled with all sorts of mythologial creatures. The name murloc came to mind, and Katraks mind relived some fights against these scaly creatures. "You've been quiet all day. Thinking of trouble as "usual, I see." Strider kept up his brisk pace across the roads no matter how crowded, artfully dodging the traffic that was far slower than them. Andreas voice spoke in Kartak's mind. "Yeah. Humanland is a across an ocean and I don't take that there's just ferries going there. We need to either hitch a ride in something that flies or...a fish." "Oooh I want to be fucked as a fish." Kartak laughed warmly at the fact that Andrea could develop a fetish for literally anything at this point. Maybe he should try to give her a "sexy cleaning fetish" when they got home. "Markus, we've been travelling all day. I want to do something romantic today." "Romantic? You don't really need to ask me if you want to get laid, you know that by now?" "Oh, I was thinking we'd get some food, head off to a place somewhere romantic, eat a romantic dinner as Ruka and Kartak and then have sex until we fall asleep." "Sounds tempting." =================================================================== "This isn't my work." "I didn't expect it to be, mil-" the orc boy started before a warning finger from the hulking black tauren cautioned him to silence. "...sir. Unless you've taken to sneaking around places you already have agents." The tauren rolled his eyes and folded up the empty skin of the troll into a small bundle, stuffing it into his pack. "No, I mean the magic that did this isn't mine, nor is it derived from mine. I don't recognize it at all." The orc boy blinked and involuntarily took a step back. "You think that orcess is a new Horde operative?" The tauren stood up and rubbed his wide chin thoughtfully, eyes darting between the ramshackle tavern and the dirt road beyond the row of gnarled trees where the two of them hid. "No. Well, maybe. But if she is then she has found a new way to make skinsuits that is completely unfamiliar. Yet I think with the right incantation I can track the faint trail of energy left behind by the transformation, as long as she carries at least one of the suits with her." "She looked like she took Kartak with her at least," the orc boy said, looking off in the distance. "I hope she's not coming back here." "I doubt it," the tauren said with a pleasant smile. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to begin my pursuit. I want to catch up with this mystery orc before she can vanish into the Barrens." The boy nodded and performed a quick bow before picking up his broom and scurrying off towards the back door to the tavern, leaving the tauren- skinned Jaina alone. He peered off into the distance once more, then came to a quick decision. He could simply fly after the mysterious intruder, but that wouldn't be fun and also ran the risk of attracting the attention of some of the more powerful agents of the Horde roaming this part of the world. Instead he knelt down and tugged a large lump out of the top of his well-packed satchel. Despite holding a huge amount of objects at this point including Jaina's full regalia, weapon, several skinsuits and other magical doodads it looked like it was at most three quarters full. The olvie-green lump in the tauren's large hands swelled and swelled as more of its bulk poured out through the opening of the pack until a large kodo beast skin lay spread out across the packed dirt. "Not sure if my magic will react with this alien energy the orc used on this beast," the tauren Jaina said thoughtfully. "But I'm willing to experiment." This time he didn't bother to undress, instead first stuffing the whole of his leather pack down into the bottom of the kodo skin's scrotum. After that he spread the seam on the back of the skin wide and climbed in, finding it difficult to align his muscular limbs within the short, stubby ones of the beast. The head of the kodo was too massive to move easily, especially given the large nose horn, but the tauren simply focused on the same utility magic as before and the seam quickly and quietly closed itself up. The kodo rose to his feet, his massive member brushing against the dirt a little before he unsteadily got to his feet. "Amazing," Jaina thought deep within the beast. "All this raw power and virility... but no time to play now. First I need to find my mystery skinsuit mage." A little shakily at first the large lumbering beast started moving, pushing his enormous bulk through the leaves of the trees onto the road and nearly causing an orc riding a large wolf to topple out of his saddle. As the kodo set off at a surprisingly quick run the orc blinked, wondering if he had witnessed a wild beast that had gotten lost from its herd or a runaway mount. The kodo paid him to need as it barreled onwards, whipping up caked dirt and dust as he ran. The trail of the unknown energy was like a faint flicker of sparks that was invisible to anyone not using this particular spell, and it formed a gauzy ribbon that the kodo could follow through the Barrens. He ran for hours, wondering at times if this was a fool's errand and the mysterious orc and her stallion were long gone. And then, suddenly, the kodo sensed the trail stopping at a cave with a mostly covered entrance The kodo raised his large head and smelled the air, despite the tracking was not in any way physical. "Aha," he mumbled as she walked in closer. "Taken a little rest, have we? How nice of you." But what the kodo-guised Jaina saw when he moved in closer made him stop and blink in stunned surprise. Katrak was pounding Ruka from behind as they leaned against a clump of rocks. They hadn't noticed a thing, and neither did both care much since they were now fully suited and disguised. No one would be able to tell them from real orcs. The skinsuit of Strider lay down on the ground deflated, cum still dripping from its deflated cock. The kodo blinked his beady eyes for a few moments taking in the scene. He was fairly sure that the big male orc was Katrak, given the description given by the undercover Alliance agent, and the female orc must be the mysterious skinsuit-maker. And that deflated horse suit... suddenly a number of suspicions began forming in Jaina's mind and he backed away a few packes as the seam along the ridged back of the kodo quietly peeled open. The black-furred tauren climbed out, sweaty and somewhat flushed from running across the plains in kodo form for several hours, but he deftly fished the pack out of the kodo suit's balls and slung it across his back, then stepped up towards the cave entrance, pushing some of the overgrowth aside. "Greetings, travellers," he said as if the three had just bumped into each other at the market.