FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The council of representatives now seated at the heart of Iron Forge felt it was time to shut the gate leading to Old Iron Forge. What lay at its core was a sad reminder of what tinkering with any of the tablets of Ulduar could do to someone. The former king Magni Bronzebeard lay encased in crystal searching for the help they needed to defend the great city. Instead, it was nothing but a curse from the temple of Ulduar in the frozen north.

Muradin Bronzebeard, Falstad Wildhammer, and Moira Thaurissan watched in sadness as the door was sealed shut for the last time entombing their once beloved king. Now it was up to these three, the council, to watch over Iron Forge and her citizens.

"At last we ca' 'ave some peace," Muradin said with a sigh as he took the set next to the high throne. None of them dared sit in it. They believed that one day they could break the curse on their king and return him to his rightful place on the high throne.

"Aye, it' been too long since we could rest." Moira agreed as she fed her dark iron baby. Though her name was now Thaurissan it had once been Bronzebeard. She was the kings oldest. King bronze beard felt she had been seduced, with magic, into marrying the king of the dark iron dwarves but she had fallen in love with him and gave birth to his child. A healthy son named Fenran. "I don't know wha' the 'orde may be planning' but I believe even they need rest after Deathwing's demise."

She had tried to reclaim her father's throne at one point causing political instability which nearly resulted in a civil war. She had been approached by the other two in hopes of uniting everyone and so the council was born. Though she was in control of the dark iron clan since her husband's death she did not control the dark iron dwarves of Blackrock Mountain. Little did she know Ragnaros was not dead and was pissed from the last encounter he had had with the heroes of Azeroth in his palace in the Firelands.

Without warning a giant bird flew into the chamber and landed in the form of a wolvar, fully naked on his hands and knees, in the middle of the council meeting.

"Wha's the meaning of this?" Muradin barked looking at the strange creature who had instantly been surrounded by armed guards. The wolvar got to his feet slowly then looked pleadingly at the council.

"Please allow me to speak." He said desperately. "I know you may have some questions but now is no the time to ask them. There is an army amassing in the Searing Gorge as we speak. Many of them have made it through the pass into Loch Modan and are on their way here."

"Who is?" Moira asked confused but alert.

"A force of dark iron dwarves, my lady."

"That can't be. I am the leader of the dark iron clan. They wouldn't dare try to attack this city."

"I'm afraid they may not be under your control."

"Then who would be?" She asked then it dawned on her. Ragnaros. He had, in fact, been in control of all who he had enslaved. This was distressing news indeed.

"Assemble the riders," Muradin said grabbing his weapon from his throne. "I will have a look from the air. If our friend here is right then we will have no choice but to fight." He looked back at the druid. "What is your name, druid?"

"Suel, sir." He replied.

"Well, Suel, you get to live. For now. Come with us and show us. They canno' make it pas' the outpost to the east if indeed they are filtering through the passes." The guards backed away keeping a watchful eye on the wolvar. Marudin invited the wolvar to follow him to the dragon keep. He called the other dragon riders to him and told them to prepare for battle although he wasn't sure if there would actually be in the fighting. Deftly he mounted his own dragon and waited for the others to follow suit.

"There's been some disturbing news of dark iron dwarves preparing for battle," Marudin said dawning on his helmet. "It will be our job to fly out to Searing Gorge and see for ourselves." The other riders dawned on their own helmets and mounted their dragons. They were all eager for battle, though some of them hadn't hoped to see battle so soon. The majority of them had been trained as warriors but there were some of them that were mages, priests, and hunters. Despite their classes, each had been trained in the ways of flying a dragon. They all waited for Marudin to fly off first before they followed closely behind. The wolvar, having not learned how to fly a dragon, transformed into his flight form and followed Marudin. Marudin kept looking behind him to see how close the wolvar was to him. Suel was faster than most Druids so he managed to keep up with Marudin easily.

Back in Searing Gorge, Huttser and the rest, the caravan waited in hiding for any sign of Suel and the dragon riders. Huttser waited at the entrance of the cave keeping an eye on the dark iron mass. It was quite a sight to behold since they seemed to fill the entire Valley. He still had his bow at the ready and looked to his lion partner. Sambas looked up at his master with a worried look on his face. Occasionally he would glance back at the rabble standing behind him before seeing if he would be able to speak freely with Huttser.

"I really don't like the look of this." The Worgen's pet said quietly.

"I know how you feel right now but we need to sit tight," Huttser said with unease. Sambas nodded his head slowly. There were sure to be trying times ahead. Both of them wondered if anyone was going to get out alive. Huttser ducked behind a rock hoping he hadn't been seen. Yet his worst fears had been realized. A small contingent of dark iron dwarves made their way to the entrance of the cave. In a fluid motion, Huttser had his bow knocked and ready to let fly if they got any closer.

"Turn away, turn away, turn away," Huttser whispered under his breath. He signaled for the closest worrier to join him behind the rock. The warrior had both his swords drawn as he stood behind Huttser.

"Do you really think we could take them?" The warrior asked nervously. Huttser let out a slow sigh he wasn't sure of anything at the moment.

"I'm not sure how many there are out there. Either way, we need a miracle if we are going to make it out of this alive." While his back was turned Sambas snuck out from behind the rock and headed for the first group of warriors. When Huttser turned back to look outside he saw Sambas was ready to attack one of the dark iron dwarves. The worgen was in a state of shock but he had to react quickly. Deftly he drew his bow and loosed an arrow. It hit its mark dead on causing one of the dwarves the fall. That's when Sambas leaped onto the closest one and bit his head off. Huttser was quick to knock another arrow and fired it off quickly taking down the next person in line. The warrior came out from behind the rock with two swords drawn. He wasn't alone. Behind him, a priest was casting heal spells while the mage was casting ice storm. Those that weren't attacked were getting covered by hailstones.

As they took down the rest of the dark iron dwarves the dragon riders swooped in from behind and held position waiting to see if they needed to help. When the dark iron dwarves have been dispatched, Huttser looked back at the lead dragon rider.

"It's about time you got here." The worgen yelled as he shouldered his bow.

"We go' 'ere as soon as 'e could," Marudin growled as he dismounted. He looked out over the mass before the group and sighed quietly to himself. "Thin's are a lot worse than we feared."

"What are we going to do then?" Huttser asked looking at where Marudin was looking.

"We fight. Alexstraza and her kin won't be able to help us this time. We'll need to cut them off at the pass, though."

"Then take me and a few others to the front in Loch Modan. We'll slow them down. If we have to we'll blow the tunnel."

"Do you know 'ow long it took us to build tha'?" Marudin said shocked. He didn't like the idea at all but knew if they didn't do something soon they would flood into Loch Modan and then into Dun Morogh.

"Do you have a better idea?" Marudin harrumphed then remounted his dragon.

"We're not leaving anyone behind. Grab what ya can then get mounted." Everyone quickly mounted the first available dragon. Sambas was a little afraid since he was afraid to fly. Still, he hopped on the Dragon the Huttser had mounted. Everyone took to the skies in an instant. What they saw from the air was a terrifying sight to behold. It didn't take them long to fly to the other side of the mountains where they were greeted by a growing mass of dark iron dwarves.

Huttser grabbed his bow and jumped from the Dragon. No one else had followed him. mid-flight he knocked his bow with more than one arrow. Before he landed on any of them he let loose a volley each arrow finding their target as if by magic. He managed to land on several that had not been hit. Before he can fire another arrow several more of the melee fighters landed on other dark iron dwarves next to him. From the skies rained hail and from beneath burned fire from the mages. Not even stopping to catch his breath the warrior took his swords and turned into a whirlwind slicing everything in his path. What really surprised Huttser was what looked like a bear falling from the sky then he realized it was Suel. With every swing, the bear knocked everyone out of his way. With as many dark iron dwarves as they were killing more seemed to pour out of the tunnel. The mage still flying on the Dragon seemed to notice and set up an ice wall barrier. He didn't know how long it would hold but at least it would stem the flow of more dwarves.

The dark iron dwarves have been so surprised that they barely put up a fight. It didn't take the group long before they had killed every last dwarf. Huttser looked around for any who are still alive but didn't find anyone at all. What he had feared the most was the ice wall that now covered the entrance to the underground tunnel. He could hear it cracking which wasn't a good sign.

"Hey, mage," Huttser yelled as he looked up. "Do you have any spells powerful enough to destroy the tunnel?" The mage didn't answer verbally instead he hurled a massive fireball at the tunnel entrance. With the huge explosion, the tunnel caved in along with the ice wall. That would surely hold them. In the meantime, Huttser decided that he was going to take Sambas and Emerald along with him and head to the Inn just up the way. He was going to leave it up to the

Dwarves of Ironforge to finish off the massive army on the other side of the mountains. He stopped for a moment then looked back at Suel.

"Are you going to come with us?" Huttser asked already knowing the answer. Suel smiled mostly to himself and changed into his form. The Inn itself wasn't too far off but it was still a little way to walk. Emerald watched Suel from behind seething with anger. Even though he had helped in the fight she was still pissed at him. He didn't care he was more interested in Huttser.

The innkeeper did not allow Emerald and Sambas into the establishment so they ended up staying outside. Suel was another story. The innkeeper, a dwarf of Iron Forge, thought it was odd to see a wolvar so far from Northrend. Still, he allowed him to stay the night with Huttser. The rooms were located underground. Since the other rooms were full Huttser and Suel shared a room. Not that either of them was complaining. Huttser stretched feeling the ache in his muscles from the battle. He hadn't fought so hard since Deathwing. Suel felt the same way but he was not going to let that get the better of him. Huttser laid down on the bed and started to drift off to sleep but Suel had another idea. He climbed onto Huttser's back and started massaging him. The worgen moaned in great relief. It was the first time he had ever had a massage before and it felt really good. He had thought of going to sleep but something had changed his mind. He had to readjust himself since he was getting hard.

"You know, you're going to have to help me with something now," Huttser said with a groan.

"I had intended to," Suel said with a grin still rubbing over the worgen's shoulders. The Hunter couldn't take it anymore so he rolled over with Suel still on top of him. He placed his hands on the wolvar's thighs and guided him gently down onto his pulsing shaft. The Druid ran his hands through the worgen's fur, gasping for breath at the tight feeling of the hunter's thick shaft. It hadn't been very long since Suel found Huttser that day in the Redridge Mountains. Ever since then he had yearned to feel the worgen and between his thighs once more.

Huttser shivered and bit his lip as he thrust up into the wolvar's tight hole. The warmth was heaven wrapped around his member. He wanted the wolvar badly as he pressed as deep as he could only to be hindered by his knot which had swollen to half its size. He wanted to get a better angle so he rolled them both over staying deep within him and lifted his legs up near his shoulders. Suel was surprised and grabbed hold of the sheets prepared for what the hunter might do to him. Huttser smiled and slid all the way out before thrusting back in while taking his hand and running it over the length of the wolvar's thick shaft. He slid his fingers around it and rubbed softly and slow at first but rubbed faster until he was at the same pace as his rhythm of pounding the druid.

Suel squirmed under the worgen and clawed at the bed sheets unable to control the swell of elation from the pounding and the pawing. He tightened his hole about the worgen's shaft driving him to the breaking point. Both were close to the edge. Suel was the first to cum. His seed shot up and covered his own muzzle. Huttser seized the moment to slam his growing knot deep inside the wolvar regardless of if there had been enough space. The pressure on his insides brought about another wave of seed which covered Huttser's chest since he had let go of Suel's member. Suel licked his seed off his muzzle while Huttser helped. Their tongues met and brought each other into a kiss. Neither wanted it to end but after the days adventure and the nights romp in the sack. They knew they were going to need their rest for the journey through the mountain passes to reach the wetlands.

"That felt wonderful," Huttser whispered after a while finally able to remove his shaft. Suel's tail hole leaked seed all over the bed. Neither of them knew how they were going to explain it to the Innkeeper in the morning but if they left early enough they wouldn't have to worry.

"We better get some sleep," Suel said cuddling up to the worgen. Huttser wrapped his arms around him and held him tight sighing contentedly. It was the most fun he had had away from his pet and he would never forget it.