The lovers disengage, quietly clean themselves up and, with Abby blushing furiously return to camp. Sera peppers her new pet with kisses as the party comes up with a plan. They settle on a stealthy approach, to sneak though the breeding pens, past the mindless cows, then to steal the magical artifact, which looks like part of a disk, from the Altar of Storms. What passes for night falls over the area and the four plus wolf set out to steal the final piece of some enormously valuable artifact.
With the experienced Sera leading the group you avoid discovery. The Orc breeding pens are similar to Orcish stable pits. Wide holes and trenches dug into the ground with metal fencing to keep the breeding cows in. The cows themselves are all sleeping peacefully, they were all human females, of various colors and origins. One is awake however, and she grabs at Orillia’s hooved leg as the Draenei crawls by. “PLEASE Draenei, free me.” She hisses, she is blonde, with flawless white skin, sizeable breasts dribbling milk. She wears an ornate metal collar adorned in jewels, it is remarkable she was able to sit up and move. Her massive fecund girth wriggles as her many many offspring wake within her, she places a calming hand on her roiling gullet while she begs. You have all planned for this, but Orillia is stunned partly by the woman’s size and her predicament. “Orillia, get away from her.” Whispers Sera, crawling back to urge Orillia onward. “WAIT elf, you don’t understand. It’s this collar.” The slave tugs at it. “I used to be a man.” The slave pleads.
Greta rolls her eyes and pulls Abby after her to continue. “I’m listening, cattle.” Says Sera urgently. “My name is Private Boyle, I was part of a Stormwind regiment in Redrock. They, oof.” Boyle rubs his huge pregnant belly to calm the waking litter. “They have a couple of these collars, turn us female forever, makes people horny-“
“Can you remove it?” asks Sera Sharply. Boyle works the collar off his neck by some hidden latch and holds it before him. “It has gender changing magic, listen you need to get us o-“ Boyle does not finish his sentence, Sera snatches the collar, grabs Orillia and pulls her after her. You trot after them, leaving the whimpering doomed cow to his/her fate. Orillia cannot help but blush as you pick your way through the cow pens. “Don’t worry love.” Sera reassures her friend with a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll make you that big, I promise.”
You slink forward to the next phase of the operation, Greta and Abby waiting for you up ahead. The Altar of storms crackles before you, the artifact clearly raised on a pedestal. You feel like you’ve seen this before, with the apple that started this crazy adventure. There are guards about, wandering. “We can’t make it up there without getting noticed.” Grumbled Greta. “Sifr, go grab the disk piece.”
Sera nudges you forward. You nod your head at her then slink forth from the hiding spot. The Orcs are dull guards and not expecting intruders, you easily slip around them and up to the altar. The artifact fragment that the party wants is the perfect size to grab with your mouth. You seize it and dart back to your master.
The group is elated. “Easiest part for last.” Sera exclaims. Orillia begins to whip up a portal as the whole group waits breathlessly. Yet you all remain undiscovered and everything goes off without a hitch, the whole party hops through the portal to Stormwind, artifact in hand.
