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<Strange,> Kaduum said, simply.

Zagna slung her shotgun over her shoulder, peering at the sleeping lioness. <What's strange? We've come hunting lions for a pet, and we've come across some lions.>

<You know?> quipped the massive Tauren druid, <For a hunter you don't know much about wildlife. This one is a Mulgore mountain lion, though how it found its way all the way to the Barrens I couldn't tell you.> His Orcish companion was about to protest when the black-furred Tauren swished his tail and held up a large, three-fingered hand to stop her. <I did not expect you to recognize the difference Zagna, though it is plain as day. Perhaps she is an outcast who managed to survive her long exodus. No, what is strange in how she leapt in front of her mate.>

Gren scouted the bushes, looking for any danger, but all the other lions had fled. His hunter paid no attention, saying <How is it strange to protect one's mate?>

<For someone who has tamed and raised two cats, you know nothing about them. Male lions take many mates. All those other adults were equally his, yet they fled. This lioness is particularly brave.>

<Or foolish,> the huntress laughed.

Kaduum Grimtotem nodded his head in reluctant agreement. <Perhaps. But here you are, seeking a lion for a pet, and here in front of you lies a lion. Do what you came to do, so that we can leave this dusty savannah.> He took the time to cast his spell again, ensuring the mountain lion continued to lay helpless.

Gren sniffed the bushes, catching the strange scents of the pride. The animal could barely remember his own life in the wild. Zagna had captured and befriended him while he was still a half-grown cub, with no mates of his own. Since then, he had grown far stronger than any normal lion, and seen things few people and fewer animals had ever seen. As much as he enjoyed his travels with Zagna, she often elected to take her first pet on her journeys: the tiger Bangaloo. As a result, Gren spent the majority of his days alone in the stables. He couldn't help but instinctually feel at home in the savannah, surrounded by the scents of a pride.

Zagna was adamant, <I came for a lion, Kaduum, not a mountain lioness.>

Placing a hand on his stomach, the Tauren let out a hearty laugh at Zagna's expense. The Tauren could be a real jerk sometimes. <You expect two males to get along together, alone in a cramped kennel? Perhaps, but I imagine Gren would enjoy some...female companionship, even more.>

Zagna punched the druid again. <He has female companionship. Me!>

<That's not exactly what I mean...> Kaduum said pointedly, <Unless you're closer to Gren than I thought.>

She glanced over at Kaduum, suddenly realizing his meaning. The strong Orc blushed a deep, murky brown. <No, of course not,> she stammered, though she would not meet his gaze. The druid raised his eyebrow. He had expected his companion to deny his crude suggestion angrily, as she usually did. He couldn't help but wonder if there were some truth to his accusation.

She changed the subject. <Regardless, the males are fierce, so that's who I seek. Let this one go.>

Both turned to look at the sleeping lioness, not realizing that she was really a young Night Elf druid. Kelidanya slept soundly through their conversation, though she couldn't have understood them, regardless. But what piqued the Horde champions' interest was Gren, who, having scented a female in heat, had approached the sleeping lioness. The unnaturally large, black lion now stood behind Kelidanya, his snout hovering near the base of her tail. He definitely smelled evidence of heat and sex, but not on this lioness. Glistening red flesh peeked out of his sheath, prepared in vain.

But Zagna got a different impression as she noticed her lion's excitement. <Gren! Bad lion!> Gren obediently backed up, flattening his ears and cowering for his master.

Smirking, Kaduum decided to push some of his companion's buttons. <Jealous? Naturally he reacts that way to a lioness in heat. Why not allow your companion some relief?>

<Please! He doesn't need relief.>

<I can't imagine how that would be. He's spent his whole life without a lioness to mate. Speaking as a male myself, I would be frustrated living so many years without a sexual outlet. Unless I am mistaken? Has Gren had a chance to breed these last few years?> Kaduum met Zagna's eyes. She shifted uncomfortably.

The Orc huntress was defeated. She grumbled reluctantly, <Fine. Gren! Do whatever you want!> The black lion heard his name, but he looked at his master with confusion. He didn't move a muscle, for fear of angering her again. Satisfied, Zagna turned to Kaduum and said, <See? He has no interest in this mountain lioness.>

Kaduum considered the situation. The druid was certain Gren's disinterest was caused entirely by Zagna's sharp rebuke. <Perhaps he just needs a little encouragement?> The druid cupped his hands together, magically glowing green.

<What are you doing?!> the hunter asked in alarm.

The druid let the spell speak for itself. Zagna watched as thorny roots emerged from the ground around the sleeping lioness, who lay helplessly on her stomach. With a creaking sound like branches shifting in the wind, the magical roots wrapped around Kelidanya's front paws, pinning them against the dusty ground. Simultaneously, a large root emerged from the ground beneath her, lifting her from the abdomen. Her limp hind legs fell beneath her, planting her feet. The roots obeyed Kaduum's every command. The center root now sank, lowering her belly to nearly ground level. As the thorns around her forearms tightened, Kelidanya woke with a start!

What was happening to her? Her body was being shifted around like a rag doll. She dug her hind claws into the dirt, but when she tried to stand, the roots held her firmly in place. Finally the lull of sleep faded from her mind, and she recalled what had just happened. She was trapped! She glanced around and quickly noticed the two Horde champions. Did they know she was a Night Elf? She could escape these entangling thorns effortlessly, but doing so would reveal her true nature. She couldn't risk that! She stayed put as the roots quickly snaked around her hind legs.

<What are you doing?> Zagna repeated, with less urgency. She couldn't care less about the fate of the lioness who had aroused her closest companion. The Orc watched as roots pinned the lioness's four legs into position. In moments, the lioness was trapped on her belly, with her hind legs planted, magical roots raising her haunches temptingly toward Gren. One errant vine even curled around the female's tail, forcing it to the side. Kaduum had forced Kelidanya to present herself to the massive, black-furred animal.

<That's enough!> Zagna cried. <This is ridiculous. Let that poor creature go!>

Grinning, the Tauren said, <Afraid Gren will take the bait? You told him yourself to do whatever he wanted with her. Give him the chance.>

Gritting her large teeth, the Orc watched and waited. Gren blinked at the lioness, who hadn't been in heat just a moment ago. Yet there she stood, presenting to him! He couldn't help but gaze at her sweet, tight vulva. The tawny lioness looked over her shoulder at him, her face contorted in fear and shock. But though her expression said "No", her raised tail said "Yes." And who was he to argue with such a persuasive rump?

Kelidanya's eyes fixed on the black lion behind her. The painful roots were holding her precisely in the position for mating, and she could do nothing to resist without revealing herself as an Alliance spy. Her eyes widened as the lion's cock grew. She had been certain during her first encounter with a male lion that she would be raped, but she had been mistaken. Now if she had to bet the odds, she would wager her own mother. But what could she do? Revealing her true nature would only cause the young druid to be tortured and killed. Her only hope of escape was to keep up the ruse.

Growling, Zagna watched as her devoted pet approached the trapped lioness, sniffing under her tail. His pointed erection filled out as he inhaled her scent. The Orc fought her jealousy. She had talked herself into a corner, and if Gren wanted to sample this queen's wares, so be it. Still, the black lion's interest in another female stung, and Zagna suspected Kaduum knew it would. Not for the first time, she wondered why she was friends with this Grimtotem. Their reputation for cruelty was not unfounded.

Kaduum, meanwhile, watched the two lions with interest. He'd learned as much as he needed to know about Zagna's relationship with Gren, so he turned his attention to the strange mountain lion. The female's eyes had widened when she saw Gren's hardening cock, and now the lioness shivered. He could tell the lioness was young, no longer a cub but still a yearling, and he suspected she was a virgin. Kaduum could tell from her tensed, struggling muscles that this lioness wasn't in heat, and since Gren was half again the small virgin's size, she was in for quite an experience! But something else about her behavior niggled away at his mind.

Gren ran his tongue against Kelidanya's mound, tasting her. She felt as though sandpaper were being rubbed against her most sensitive organ. She shuddered, struggling against her bonds as she watched the aroused lion probe her vulva. Both champions watched her closely, preventing any hope of escape for the young druid. Worse, she couldn't help her embarrassment. She was grateful the two were unaware of her true nature, but being held helplessly as an animal violated her virgin entrance in front of an audience was too much for the druid. All her willpower went into resisting the urge to transform and flee. Instinctively, she tried to cover her genitals with her tail, but the vine held her fifth limb firmly in place.

Gren ignored his misgivings about her missing scent. The lion could clearly see the lioness's consent, and even as he penetrated her soft folds with his tongue, she made no effort to escape his attentions. Her raised tail left nothing to Gren's imagination, and her posture indicated that she was ready. The black lion saw no reason to waste any more time.

Kelidanya tried to keep her wits about her, but when the hunter's pet began to step over her, the full impact of what was about to happen struck her. The Night Elf was trapped in place, and an aggressive, dangerous animal was mounting her. She could feel his belly fur against her tawny back as he covered her body. She was helpless to resist the beast's advances, while the two Horde savages watched on with bemused interest. Her eyes lay transfixed on the large cat's pronged penis, until he had moved so close that she could only sense it hovering behind her.

She tried desperately to deny reality, but every thought returned to that one, sure fact. This animal would soon deflower her. Her first time, forever etched in her mind, would be the rough, painful coupling of beasts. Why had she volunteered for this mission? The young druid was in way over her head, with no chance of escape. If only she hadn't lied to the Archdruid about her familiarity with Barrens lions. She knew that in seconds, she would suddenly and violently become much more familiar.

The stress proved too much for the young woman. Though Kelidanya managed to suppress the instinct to transform and flee, she began to struggle fiercely at the roots pinning her in place. She roared in frustration, but her efforts met failure at every turn. Try as she might to lift her legs, for every ounce of force she could muster a pound of force tightened her bonds. All she could do was growl and flatten her ears as Gren placed his forelegs on either side of his apparently willing mate, his strong abdomen flush with the sensitive spot just above the base of her tail. The pressure caused Kelidanya to instinctively raise her hips. She could feel the heat of Gren's cock, mere inches away from her lightly lubricated hole.

Now Kaduum was even more curious. The mountain lioness's struggles had almost broken his spell! He had had to reinforce it. He recalled her resistance to induced hibernation as well. A yearling Mulgore lion should not have stood a chance! One fluke was possible, but two suggested something else altogether. He quickly realized what must be the case. This creature was no animal at all, but a druid spy! If she were a Tauren, she would surely have revealed herself by now. Kaduum Grimtotem grinned to himself. Unlike most other Tauren druids, he had no special affection for the tenuous peace agreement between druids of the separate factions. All Night Elves could burn for all he cared. With a wicked smile, the Tauren druid reinforced his roots once more, ensuring the young Night Elf could not escape. He watched with renewed interest as Gren reached down to take the disguised druid's tawny scruff forcefully between his teeth.

Kelidanya kept shouting "No!" but her ragged voice only produced whimpers and growls. She arched her head up when the black lion pulled painfully on the back of her neck, causing a sharp pain to match the thorns digging into her four legs. She knew her time was up. She felt the soft tip of Gren's erection pressing gently between her folds. She began counting the seconds before her inevitable rape would begin.

Zagna looked away as her beloved pet hovered inches from the slender lioness. She couldn't bear to watch, but the Tauren grinned, watching the Night Elf squirm beneath the lion nearing twice her size. Kelidanya had almost counted to two when all thoughts were driven from her mind. With a single, sharp thrust, Gren pushed his massive cock between Kelidanya's tight, unprepared vaginal lips.

Kelidanya lifted her head, lowered her jaw, and shrieked at the intense pain. He was huge! His triangular prod spread apart her insides like a tree-trunk. Again she tried to overpower her wooden bonds, but between the powerful spell and Gren's incredible bulk and powerful grip, all she earned were deeper punctures from the thorns. But the thorns were nothing compared to Gren's barbed penis. Her sensitive passage was raked by the tiny, backward-facing barbs. She yowled as her unwanted mate pulled back before thrusting once more into her warm cunt.

Zagna watched now, unable to deny the look of intense pleasure on her lion's face as he ploughed into the dust-covered lioness. Gren tightened his jaw, pulling harshly on Kelidanya's neck for extra force on his next thrust. He tugged on her hindquarters, forcing himself even deeper. The black lion had expected some resistance on the lioness's part. He had never mated a lioness before, but instinctively he knew to be wary of a violent assault. Yet no assault came from the trapped lioness, though not for wont of trying. Kelidanya wanted nothing more than to spin around and claw Gren's face for forcing her to undergo such unimaginable pain. But the roots held her in place, and Gren mistook her immobility as desire and acceptance.

With a pleased flick of his tail, Gren began a slow, pumping rhythm into the Night Elf. Trapped as she was, and not in heat, Kelidanya's experience was several times worse than the traditional feline coupling. She could do nothing but yowl in shock as the massive lion repeatedly violated her sore vagina. In and out the black lion thrust, forcing her once-virgin passageway open only to scratch his way out with sharp recoil.

<By the Warchief, what is happening to her!?> Zagna cried out in alarm.

Her question was met with carefully chosen words on the part of the Tauren. <This is how lions mate. Not pretty, is it?>

Zagna watched, dropping her jaw. At least Gren seemed to be enjoying himself.

Kelidanya lay panting, her mouth contorted into a permanent yowl. She wasn't certain she could endure another moment of this intense pain. Yet she knew she could end it at any moment by transforming. Perhaps the beast raping her would even quickly slay her so that she could avoid torture at the hands of her captors. Again and again the eager lion pressed into her, and she cried out until her voice was raw. But the young druid clung to hope. If she could just endure this pain, she would be free. They would let her go, and she could return to Ashenvale immediately. No military intelligence was worth this pain.

Yet after only a few minutes of frantic thrusts, Kelidanya found that the pain in her loins began to dull. She still ached as Gren humped her mercilessly, but the intense, mind-shattering pain of his first entry faded. The massive lion had stretched her untested passage wide, and her feline body responded to his thrusts with her own, internal lubricant. Her cunt burned each time he pulled back, and Gren made no effort to slow his ecstatic fucking, but now the young druid could handle his size and ferocity.

As the pain dulled, she could once again ponder her situation. She could hardly believe she was mating for the first time, and with a simple beast. She glanced over at the two people watching her, but her shame had dissolved. She was confident they had no idea of her true nature, and worrying about embarrassment seemed paltry in comparison to the pain she had just endured. The black lion writhing on her back grunted and snorted, clearly approaching his climax. All Kelidanya could do was dig her claws into the dirt and wait for the inevitable. He would spill his seed within her, seeking the eggs in her womb, but she wasn't worried. Even if the large cat managed to impregnate Kelidanya as a lioness, she would be free to transform back to her Night Elf form well before it was too late. She gritted her teeth, waiting anxiously for her three captors to release her to the wilds.

Then, with a roar, the black lion pushed with all his might into the helpless druid's lightly-furred mound. With his wedge-shaped prick buried deep inside of her aching loins, Gren released, his balls pulsing as streams of sticky semen flooded her small body. The male assumed his massive load would seed her womb, but he was unaware that the young Night Elf was not truly in heat. His seed would fail to reach his target. Kelidanya moaned in a mixture of pain and curiosity as the warm wetness filled her convulsing cavity. The lion's seed further dulled her internal aches and pains. With his copious contributions filling her tight passageway, she reluctantly realized that she was no longer a virgin. She had been penetrated and spoiled in every way possible, and there was no turning back now. Gren was now, and would always be her first mate.

With a shuddering groan, the spent lion pulled himself out of the trapped druid, eliciting one last gasp of pain from his lioness. His heart was still racing, and he felt as good as he had ever felt before. He viewed the lioness as incredibly submissive, not realizing the Night Elf had had no choice but to stay put. She had been a great fuck.

Kaduum kept his roots in place, leaving the Alliance spy's rump lofted in the air, and thin trickle of lion seed dribbling down her pussy. He could hardly believe the Night Elf had suffered through that entire ordeal without attempting to use magic to flee. She deserved a reward for her bravery. Not that he intended to free her, by any means! No, instead of slaying her outright, or taking her to the barracks to be interrogated, he had another plan.

<I don't envy lionesses,> he said.

Zagna agreed readily, amazed at the apparent pain the female had undergone. <I can hardly imagine what she just went through.>

<But Gren certainly enjoyed himself, no?> the Tauren druid asked, coyly.

Reluctantly, the Orc huntress nodded. She opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped as Gren approached her. The black lion sat in front of Zagna, purring. He rubbed his head against her leg, and Zagna finally relaxed. She had been afraid that Gren would lose some of his affection for his master, but her fears had been unfounded. If anything, he was being more affectionate.

Kaduum said, <Perhaps this lioness would be the perfect companion for your lion, after all. And she comes pre-caught!>

Chuckling, the Orc said, <Aren't you a lazy one. Very well, after that display I think she deserves a better life than the wilds can offer her.> The Orc could swear that Kaduum had just smirked, but she approached the lioness anyway. Calling upon the small amount of natural magic she could muster, the huntress spoke the binding words. Kelidanya could feel the magic envelope her, but it could not take root. Zagna sought to bind an animal to her will, but the young druid was no mere animal. The spell dissipated, but the hunter was no expert on magic. She had no idea the spell had failed. With a smile, she knelt next to the trapped druid and attached the blue collar she had purchased for just this occasion.

What could Kelidanya do? The spell could only fail if its target were not a beast. Her bonds retracted into the earth. When Zagna turned toward the Crossroads beckoning her new "companion" to follow, the druid followed, not noticing the wicked grin on Kaduum's face. If she fled or resisted, they would discover the truth for sure! She had to wait for a better opportunity to escape. All she could do was pray that such an opportunity would present itself, sooner rather than later.