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"Sowing Bad Seeds"

A strong windstorm had come across Orgrimmar; Garrosh could hear the sounds of the storm from deep within his hovel. Loud whistling noises, loud clatters, the slams of doors and the unfurling of papers from gusts of air that had made their way in past the doorway with each orc that passed through the front portal, he grew more and more frustrated as he sat upon the chair in the back war room and laid out plans, inked heavily on a yellowed, old, but still quite accurate map. Stains littered the page, as well as markings of Horde territory that had been pushed aside for the Alliance occupations and the other way around as well. They played war like they danced, these pathetic humans. Garrosh growled and clutched the quill he was using to work on the map, wanting to forget it all for a time. Just to forget about who he was, and what he was to the Horde. Placing his quill tip back to the mark on the map, he drew an arching line toward the city of Stormwind; almost directly across the ocean, it would just be so easy to ride a zeppelin, or take an armada of ships with cannons to annihilate the humans and take over their stronghold, when that fell, the Alliance would be wobbling on three legs. Unable to stand... the thought of the humans being crushed under his boot made Garrosh smile. He did indeed like war, and these pathetic creatures were nothing more than pigs being led to slaughter...

Pigs... Garrosh's hand stayed again before he pulled it up, leaving a large, black ink blot on the page he'd been working on. He'd had an experience some months ago as a pig; or... as a pet of an orc pretending to be a pig at least. Luz, a masterful farmer, among other things sat in his home out in the Durotan desert, somewhere along the river that led into the Barrens. He knew how to treat him, labels meant nothing, Garrosh was not Warchief with him... he was just another pig; a sow that bent to his will. The concept of being under that kind of control, that kind of domination was something he would experience again.

Garrosh felt himself grow hard underneath the table, the fact that he wore a loincloth undergarment on this early morning meant nothing to his erection. But he couldn't pay it any mind right now, he had to get his battleplan ready, they had to find a way around the Alliance blockade; a weakness that would leave Stormwind open to attack and utter annihilation. He placed his quill back onto the parchment and continued his outline.

A slamming door caused the orc to press down too hard, and suddenly, his quill snapped off at the top. The outrage of such an intrusion made Garrosh growl and throw his hands upon his head, feeling them glide across the bald mass as he looked up to see Sylvanas had entered the war room.

She stood there, eyeing him like a cat eyed its prey. Her narrow, crimson eyes glowed in the low lighting of the room, her cape waving behind her as the last of the air escaped into the room, causing the fabric to curl around her ankles briefly. "Ah. What an unexpected illness." Garrosh scoffed. "What brings you to my home, Sylvanas."

"I am here for our... meeting." She answered, staring down at him and back up. "But it would seem you are under dressed."

"You are not due here for another few hours." Garrosh answered coldly. "I ask you again. Why. Are. You. Here?"

"A simple mistake. I assure you." She bowed. "It is not by choice that I come to this wretched place, Garrosh. But of course, unlike you I do not have a choice of where I should be and where I shouldn't."

"What are you getting at?"

"Nothing." Sylvanas said, cracking the slightest smile; one that made Garrosh's skin crawl and a chill run down his spine. "I'm simply saying that you may have eyes where you wouldn't expect them."

Garrosh glared. "Be gone, witch." He said. "I will not expect to see you; eyes or not, before our appointed time. Do you understand?!"

Sylvanas grinned even more cruelly. "Yes. Of course, Warchief." She said as she turned and departed again the way she'd come in.

"Just who does she think she is?" Garrosh said to himself as he stood up and walked away from the table wearing nothing but his loincloth, which he discarded as he reached for his thick pants. "Challenging me so openly? She has a death wish!"

"Well, she is dead." A gruff voice made Garrosh jump momentarily as he turned to observe his general standing in the doorway this time. "Perhaps a death wish is not exactly what she has in mind."

"Nazgrim." Garrosh nodded his acknowledgement before returning to dressing. "Are the arrangements made? For the meeting and after?"

"Yes." Nazgrim said. "But sir, what is the reason again for this abrupt departure? So close to our next strategic offense against the Alliance city?"

"I must go into training." The orc replied as he pulled a thick padded vest onto his shoulders. "I intend on being gone for over a week; it may involve a journey to Stranglethorn, but as I've said I would remain in touch."

"You've said this, sir. But why do I have a feeling that you have no intention of--"

"What I have the intention of doing does not concern you, general." Garrosh said with such an angry glare that Nazgrim visibly trembled at it. "You only need to know that you will be in charge of holding the Horde until I return. Unless... the job is too large for you, I could assign someone else to it? Perhaps Gamon... he seems to have a strong back, and may be able to shoulder the Horde's weight while I am gone."

"B-but... sir, Gamon is a traitor!" Nazgrim argued. "He is being held for aiding in the causes against your Kor'kron!"

"Then we would be clear on the reasons that I would put my trust in him!" Garrosh said, suddenly shoving the smaller orc against the pillar near the edge of the door with one solid fist pressing into Nazgrim's chest. "Unless you'd like me to clarify further, Nazgrim."

"N-no! I am perfectly clear!" Nazgrim begged.

"Pathetic." Garrosh sighed but kept his thought to himself. It wasn't his fault that he had such a small selection to choose from to leave in charge if he were going to pay another visit to Luz. He had gotten a letter from him three days prior asking if he would be interested in a full week in his care. The cost seemed less, but he was also cautioned about some 'changes' that may have to take place in order for him to be publically displayed. He felt an urge of caution that swelled in his chest, but he disregarded it and instead will allow him to take this sabbatical. The Horde, being Warchief, those are things that are so rarely able to be put on hold. He may have to do that now before the real fighting can begin. He released Nazgrim from his hold who fell to the ground and clutched his chest in agony. "You will do as I command, Nazgrim. Or have you forgotten the oath of dedication you shared with me?"

"Not at all, sir. I did not mean to--" He froze, lost in how to respond. "Please forgive me." He said, submitting his body to the floor like a carpet for the orc to stand on.

"Stand up. You are shaming yourself and me like this." Nazgrim quickly returned to his feet. "Gather the leaders that have come for our meeting." Garrosh said. "Have them meet within the hour at the Wyvern Tail. The keeper should have our private room available."

"Sir!" Nazgrim saluted before departing without another word.

Garrosh sighed as Nazgrim disappeared from the room. He walked over to the table again and pulled out the letter he'd received from Luz and gazed over it carefully, trying to determine some clue as to what he had in store for the Warchief's next visit:

"To my prized pig;

Meet with me on the thirteenth day of this month at my farm for another "session" if you desire. I've cleaned my sty out as much as possible in anticipation that you return this letter favorably. Also I've received something that may even increase what we've had before ten fold. It will allow me to show you off to civilians and you would never be discovered. If this interests you, please let me know, the total cost will be thirty gold per day.

-Luz"

Garrosh read the letter again and again, but no no further clarification than he'd had before which made him growl in his frustration. What could he possibly mean? How would no one be able to recognize him? He remembered word-for-word the composition of his response:

"Luz.

I have been looking forward to another chance to come to your farm. My curiosity is piqued on how you've accomplished what you say, but as always this must be done discreetly. I will announce my temporary departure to train in Stranglethorn. I cannot be gone more than a week though elsewise my general will grow suspicious. I will meet with you at your farm in three days' time.

-Warchief Garrosh Hellscream"

He'd returned the letter two days ago, and was just now getting ramped up with the excitement of returning. His mind was reeling over the idea of being taken by this orc again. He desired the control, the sex, the total loss of his orchood to the life of a mere pig, so long as he could return to living as an orc in the end what else would he care for the treatment he received over a week's time? He mulled over this before folding the letter and carefully placing it within the folds of his bed roll where no one may find it.

"Departing on such short notice?" Sylvanas was the first to scowl at Garrosh's remark.

The orc glanced around at the others at the table; Jastor Gallywix sat on a seat elevated by a cushion to look over the edge of the table, his tophat looming over his place didn't do much to denote his presence. Baine Bloodhoof simply sat in silence at his corner of the table, his eyes closed and his arms crossed, Nazgrim occasionally leaned in on the tauren only to get a heated glance from him.

"I do not understand..."Lor'themar said as his slim fingers drummed along the table as he leaned against it. "You... "need a vacation"?"

"As Warchief I do not believe my duties ever come with a "vacation" elf." Garrosh scoffed as he paced around the table, trailing his fingers along the top of it as he passed his own section before moving on and turning around again. "But I do believe this would be in the best interests of the Horde that I research my own means of ensuring us victory over the humans."

"And... your battleplan is useless?" Sylvanas' smirk angered Garrosh. "So, you need additional research to enact this plan of yours; why not take along a squadron of your Kor'kron army? Or at the very least your general? I am sure that we could hold down the fort in Orgrimmar in your absence."

"General Nazgrim remains here." Garrosh growled. "Along with the Kor'kron to defend my... interests."

"Then why not one of us? Baine, or myself? Indeed we would be all too happy to help you out in this."

The sinister, almost pouting nature of Sylvanas' voice caused the orc to roar and slam his fist down onto the table. The solid craftsmanship held through the direct impact, but the orc felt a shock of pain surge through his arm and stowed it away in the back of his throat. "We will stick to the task at hand, Sylvanas. Please try to keep up with us." He said, his sense of cool overwhelming his rage irritated the Banshee Queen. She remained silent. "I leave tomorrow morning." Garrosh said. "As of that time, Nazgrim will act as my right hand. You will heed him the same as you do me."

"I wonder if you heed your own 'right hand' every once in a while." Sylvanas quipped.

"SILENCE!" Garrosh roared in Sylvanas' face. "You undermining little bitch have been attempting to crawl under my skin the moment Thrall appointed me Warchief. You will not win."

After a cool moment of silence, Sylvanas grinned at him. "I already am." She said coyly.

The meeting was over not too long after that, though the sun was already setting by the time Garrosh emerged from the inn they'd held it at. He roared angrily and kicked a wayward stone on the path. It sailed and quite beautifully struck an orc on the back of his head. He turned around with a look of anger on his face, but upon realizing that Garrosh was the one that struck him, he turned and departed quickly.

"Garrosh..." Nazgrim said, putting a hand on the larger orc's shoulder. "Sir. You must not let her get to you, this is exactly why Thrall has been able to control her up to--"

"Control her?" Garrosh snorted. "The hag has had it far too easy for far too long. I cannot believe I thought Thrall was capable of holding the Horde together so well; look at them... nothing but a crew of rag tag fodder. I notice Vol'jin did not even bother showing up."

"Well, from your last meeting, I don't think he will be coming back anytime soon either."

"Good." Garrosh chuckled.

"Vol'jin has favor of many of the orc clans and the entire tribe of the Darkspear on his back." Nazgrim objected. "I don't think that angering him would be the wisest course of action."

"Heh." Garrosh let out a sound of amusement as often as the sun and moon crossed each other in the sky. "Already speaking as a Warchief." He said putting a large hand on Nazgrim's shoulder, then taking his arm in a firm warrior's handshake. "I could ask for no other by my side."

Nazgrim's cheeks flushed a bit and he nodded. "Safe journey, Hellscream."

Nazgrim of course had no idea of Garrosh's true intentions, but he was the only one that Garrosh felt guilt about not letting him in on. As he made his way through the valley of strength, he realized that the caravan heading south would be leaving soon. He stopped in at his hut and acquired what he needed for his journey; a cloak and cowl to hide his identity while on the road and with the other travelers, and a satchel of food he'd readied for the trip. He figured that his food while there would be provided by Luz, but it would be stupid of him to rely too much on the old farmer who would probably only provide him slop during the days.

Coming down from the hill, Garrosh threw the cloak on, hiding his face from any new travelers passing from the other direction, he approached the band of carriages and after paying the driver a few gold for his trouble, swung into the open wagon at the tail end of the caravan. No one else was riding that night so far and he was looking forward to a quiet journey southward as he contemplated what Luz would be having him do, starting the next day; for a full week? There must have been some plan on his agenda.

After nearly an hour of riding, Garrosh was wakened slightly from his half sleep by a sudden stop of the caravan. Yawning, he sat up to see that they had come to the shores of Ratchet; he could see the clockwork buildings from there, but realized that they weren't too far from the farm; this would be his stop. He climbed down from the wagon and bid his driver a mysterious goodbye. As the caravan turned and started off toward the north again, Garrosh continued on along the shore for nearly two miles and it turned in toward the desert again. Luz had changed locations since Garrosh and he came together those months ago; mostly to insure Garrosh's secrecy for visiting a pig farm to live like them, but also with the money the Warchief provided him, Luz was able to expand his land out a little more. The stys for the pigs were immaculate in their own way, almost shed-like in size; though they were still fenced in with troughs now on two sides of each stall instead of everyone cramming their snouts into one. He'd been out once before to investigate the place, that was where Garrosh and Luz made the agreement to extend his visit the next time.

"Luz?" Garrosh asked as he looked around, noticing that the lights in the hut had already been put out for the evening. "Luz, I am here, master." He said, still finding a bitter sweetness in calling the other orc such a thing. He stopped and noticed a notice pinned to the hut's front door and read it aloud. "Pig. As you read this, I am inside asleep, and do not wish to be disturbed. Begin your station now and I will equip you appropriately in the morning." He paused and looked up from the note. "Equip me appropriately?" He asked aloud before shrugging and putting the note down.

The cool evening air swept across Garrosh's muscular brown torso as he slipped from his vest. He inhaled deeply, feeling the primal nature of the night breeze flow against him. He wasn't a hater of nature, but merely... a warrior of it. His hands lowered along his torso, the tips of his fingers giving him goosebumps as he dropped them to his pants and unfastened his belt. He wore no undergarments with these pants, and they fell to the ground with a loud flopping noise, very little clatter from the metal sounded through the night as he stepped from them and strode along the darkness; his body was bathed in the moonlight, shining upon his muscular back and thick, curved ass. He was half hard already, dragging his thumb along the length, he knew the rules of the pen and climbed across the fence before sinking to all fours. He felt the mud squish under his knees, it curdled between his toes and slapped wetly under his hands. Garrosh buried his snout into the mud, letting the soft stuff run down his face before giving a good roll in it. The feeling was hideous, but at the same time he felt more at home here than he did in Orgrimmar at times.

Looking up, he could see several pigs emerging from the small shed at the corner of the pen. He smiled and rolled over, wordlessly and returned to his hands and knees, crouching down low as an older boar approached and investigated him from one end to another. The very feeling of the boar's snout against his ass made Garrosh shiver and pant a little bit louder. The beast recognized his mount and immediately brought a cloven hoof up and brought it down at the orc's waist. Surprised by the amount of strength that went into it, Garrosh felt his hips lean down some as the boar climbed onto his back, his flesh already prodding at the area between his mount's balls and hole. It took a bit of effort until finally he felt the tip press inward; a spiralled feeling he could tell that the swine was far more glad to see Garrosh than he'd originally thought. He thrust in, suddenly making the orc feel the piping hot flesh push deep into his bowels.

"Hhngh!" Garrosh grunted at the sudden filling feeling in his ass. He gasped and grunted, letting the boar ride him deeper. He bit his lip and felt himself immediately spring to attention. The pig's hooves behind him sloshed into the mud and he slipped some, falling partly out of the orc who simply lifted his legs up and regained the animal's balance as he lunged in again and again.

It didn't take long for the beast to spill his seed, letting out a very loud, feral cry that echoed through the night. Garrosh quickly tried to tug himself free, but found that the spiral of the swine cock had locked him in place as he received load after load of wet, sticky slime filled Garrosh's canal and began to spill loudly from his gut and down his thighs. This was too much mess, and the orc's cheeks had started to burn with the panic of being seen like this by Luz, or by anyone who happened to be passing by. He huffed and put his hands over his eyes until it was over. Then he gasped, feeling something he hadn't expected to come on so suddenly, he clutched his fingers into the ground and then cried out a howl of his own, suddenly cumming hard into the mud underneath him; somehow the pig had triggered something in him that made him start gushing forth massive waves of seed that quickly vanished into the mud. "Ahhh... hahhh..." He huffed as the pig's bucking had slowed to a standstill, and eventually his lost erection allowed him to come unstuck from the orc's anus. Garrosh was still trembling, embarrassed and shocked at this sudden greeting. It wasn't until he noticed Luz's light inside his hut coming on that he scrambled for the hut. Thankfully the boar followed along and slipped in as well.

"Who's out there!?" A voice called from outside. The voice was ragged, rough, and sounded like it had been woken up from a sound sleep. There was a long pause as footsteps came down and approached the pen; Garrosh remembered suddenly that he had left his clothing outside the pen when he came out. "Hellscream? That you?" The voice asked again.

"Ye-ES!" Garrosh grunted out loudly, realizing just the kind of impact the boar had had on him as other pigs gathered around him.

"I owe you for speaking." Luz teased from outside the hut. "But I suppose I can get by it just this once, you agree?"

Garrosh said nothing, realizing the trap. Instead he snorted and scratched at the sty's wall.

"Ahah... that's better. Sleep well, we'll be taking you for a long walk tomorrow."

Taking him for a walk? Garrosh frowned in confusion at the thought. How could he possibly take him out in public and have them not recognize who he was? Deciding to not think on it much, Garrosh laid his body upon the floor, and then was swarmed by his sty-mates who laid around him, resting their bodies against him for warmth.

The night seemed to pass fairly quickly, before Garrosh realized it, he saw the sunlight filtering into the small sty, rousing him from the deepest sleep he'd had in months. As he sat up he thought for a moment of where he was, then it came back to him when a pig snout found its way into his face and began to lick him

"Whau-PFFTH!" Garrosh spit in shock before the sound of something banging against something metal rang throughout the otherwise quiet morning.

"C'm and get it!" Luz announced loudly during his drum banging. Immediately, the pigs that had covered Garrosh in body presses and loud screeches for attention were now pouring from the entryway out into the outdoors. Casually, Garrosh followed, remaining on his hands and knees as he crawled through the open doorway and into the warm morning.

The sun was already beating down on the ground and had mostly dried up the mud that the pigs rolled in for comfort. Luz and Garrosh locked eyes for just a moment before the orc turned his gaze away. Immediately, he felt a large orcish hand grab his ear and tug him almost completely off his hands. Garrosh resisted the urge to shout at him, but still cried out from the sudden pain.

"You think you can get away with pretending to be just a beast?" Luz roared at Garrosh angrily, shoving him abruptly to the ground, sending splatters of what was left over of the mud into the air. "You're at the back of the line for your indiscretion last night, Hellscream! Don't let it happen again!"

Garrosh wanted to object, but he knew that he'd spoken out of line the night before. He frowned and continued toward the back of the line of hogs around the second trough where not as many of them had gathered. By the time three of them had their tusks in the muck contained within, it was Garrosh's turn. He craned his neck over and began to partake in the morning's food rations. It was a clutter of leftover garbage; apple cores, whatever Luz had scraped together for their food mixed in with some of the regular pig chow he'd gotten them. He gagged a bit and cringed, but inhaled and swallowed as much as he could anyway. He knew that he would need his strength for the days ahead. As he managed a couple more mouthfuls, he saw a rope come into view and immediately wrap around his head, pulling back to his neck as he gasped and tried in vain to get it away from him first. He gagged as the rope tightened around his neck and he tried to pull it away before realizing that Luz was the one in control of it.

"Whoa, whoa boy!" He exclaimed in a fairly mocking manner. "Alright, let's head this way. C'mon." He tugged Garrosh toward the gate.

Garrosh was amused by the idea of being pulled by this smaller orc, he decided instead that he would need to make more of a fuss at this. He tugged back hard, trying to yank the rope from Luz's hands. Lucklily the farmer was much quicker on his wits and a lot stronger with his hands than the orc gave him credit for. "Oh, no you don't!" He exclaimed, almost amused by this as Garrosh's very weight caused Luz's boots to drag in the mud a few inches before he finally came to a complete stop. "You will get out here, you little sow! C'mon!" He roared more aggressively this time as he pulled so hard that Garrosh felt his neck popping. The orc paused and winced in the unexpected pain but still exhaled through his nostrils and tried to backtrack to pull Luz off his feet, but to no avail. Finally Luz tugged firmly and Garrosh had no choice but to move forward as his master commanded. He had a grin of satisfaction at this. "That's it... come, come." He said as he pulled the gate open, allowing the orc pig to pass through while the other swine simply stood at the gate and shrilly cried at the two of them.

Garrosh felt the rope slack and he took the moment to sit down. He sat awkwardly on his backside while his feet and hands remained sternly in front of him. It didn't look like it to many, but this was actually a comfortable position compared to how he normally sat. As Luz took a box from the inner door of his hut and opened it, pulling out a light blue collar with several metal spikes along the edge facing out. The orc cocked his head at it as he noticed the shape of what looked like an eyeball across the buckle. "With this, my pet. everyone but you and I will see you as nothing more than an impressive looking boar." He didn't hesitate before pulling Garrosh close and strapping the collar around his neck. The collar clapped shut automatically and the belt tightened securely around his neck. Instinctively, Garrosh clutched at his neck and he felt a shock of pain shoot through his body. He cried out, but his voice sounded like the scream of a pig in distress.

"Wh-what was that?" Garrosh asked.

"The collar taking a liking to you." Luz grinned cruelly. "Did you simply expect I would transform you into a pig? That's definitely not within my abilities, nor that of my associates. But I am happy to give you a taste of what it would be like. Everyone who sees you will see a fat hog and that will be how it is." He chuckled. "So, shall we take ourselves a walk? I have a delivery to make in Ratchet, then I need to travel up the road a pace to get a few supplies at the Crossroads."

Garrosh's throat went dry. Both of those towns were centers of Horde activity, the idea of walking naked and proud through the streets excited him, but the thought that someone off-chance might see him instead of the pig had his heart pounding. After a few moments of being allowed to mull it over, Luz smirked and tugged the leash. "That was a rhetorical question, pig." He said, dragging the orc along a few steps before Garrosh finally returned to a fairly hesitant walking pace.

Above, eyeing them from the orc's hut, Sylvanas grinned gleefully as she watched the two of them head toward the river. "Marvelous. Simply marvelous; finally that stupid pig is where he belongs... now, how to get him out of the way for good?"

The river seemed a bit disturbed today, the boat they were going to cross it with bobbed and swayed as though an angered storm was causing it to jump about. It wasn't very far to cross, but it was still more annoying to find a place to come across than to simply take the dinghy down the river the mile or so until they reached the harbor in Ratchet. As he stepped aboard, Garrosh tried to step across as well. He grunted a bit as he stretched his leg and found something he couldn't see was resisting his move. "Why... why can't I stretch my leg?"

"It's a failsafe in the collar." Luz answered as he tugged the rope to lure Garrosh more carefully onto the raft. "It gives you the movements of whatever you're disguised as; since as a pig you'd be short-legged and fat, you may have trouble extending your leg that far. Just follow me and we can get you on board here..." Garrosh grimaced as he followed the other orc's lead, inadvertently tumbling haphazardly into the boat and causing it to roll quite violently under his weight. He panicked for a moment, but Luz's aggressive pull on his collar stayed him. "Calm yourself, you're safe."

"This is not exactly how I imagined this week going." Garrosh growled out of insult before receiving a stern yank.

"That will be enough talking. You are supposed to be my swine for this week, and I will not tolerate you speaking out of it."

Garrosh paused, he'd forgotten for a moment that he was supposed to be silent. His face lightened a bit and his gaze turned from his master as he seated himself awkwardly on the boat's bottom. Luz smirked and turned to the oar that had been sitting across the seat beams. Pushing off from the shore the boat rocked unstably as they made their way down the river. It wasn't too wide; maybe three or four hundred yards wide, but there was no proper way to bank directly on the other side so they instead made their way down river to where it would let out in the harbor of Ratchet. It wasn't long before Garrosh recognized the spinning, gyroscopic roofs of the buildings in Ratchet, even the inn had its own gears spinning within the sign on the roof. Loud noises of shouts, the banging of hammers and the screams of electric drills filled the morning air. As they approached the dock, Luz stood and lassoed a rope around one of the beams near the end of it, allowing them to coast easily alongside it. Stepping up and off, Luz grabbed the leash and tugged for Garrosh to follow.

"Hey buddy." Gazloe approached with a clipboard in his hand. Garrosh's blood about froze in his chest as he nervously locked eyes with the goblin merchant who then glanced at Luz. "I ain't gotcha on my list for docking this morning; so I'm gonna have to ask you and your little pig there to scoot on the other way."

"Look... "buddy"." Luz said with a note of aggravation in his voice. "I don't care what your little clipboard says. I've got a delivery scheduled for this morning, and I've got to run up the road to pick up some supplies at the Crossroads. So if you don't want me to personally complain to Warchief Hellscream that you're preventing barter here, then I suggest you let me pass!"

At the sound of Garrosh's name, the goblin grew pale, his skin tone seemed to lighten a few shades and he started to look sick. "W-well... yessir. But I'll have to let you know I'll have to have this thing gone by sunset. No way someone'll see it if they come sailing in at night."

Luz smiled. "That's all the time I would need." He tugged at the leash and Garrosh clumsily climbed up onto the dock. Looking at the orc fully in the eyes now, Garrosh's heart pounded hard; surely he would be recognized now."

"Nice pig." Gazloe said with a snort. "Got a girlfriend I'm reminded of all of a sudden." He laughed as he marked something on his clipboard and continued on.

"Heh. You see, my pet? Nothing to be worried about, no one can see you as you are here, now come." He said, pulling the leash harder to drag the orc along with him.

Garrosh looked at many of the goblins, orcs, and tauren who made regular business in the city of Ratchet. He didn't know them all personally of course, but he knew of a few of the regular businessmen who came through. They simply looked his direction and smiled, a few of them even approached and, after getting Luz's permission stroked the top of the orc's head. Though a few of them walked away curious at how the fuzzy pig's head felt so smooth, none of them realized that they were petting their Warchief. This revelation aroused Garrosh, and he was interested to see how far it could really go. A good deal of their journey through Ratchet, Garrosh felt his cock, hard as a rock under his stomach occasionally slapping against the flesh as the excitement of a big brutish orc being seen as nothing but a pig made him so.

"So, that's it huh?" Goblin inventor Gerish Magrind mused as Luz handed him a satchel that had been slung over his back for their journey and he looked into it. "Y'got what I needed?"

"Of course." Luz said. "Do you doubt me?"

Gerish kept glancing at the orc then back to Luz a few moments before speaking agian. "So, how 'bout the pig?" He asked. "Why'd you bring him in here?"

Garrosh's head picked up hearing the goblin refer to him. "What about the pig?" Luz asked curiously.

"How much you want for him?"

Luz raised an eyebrow. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"How much?" Gerish asked again. "I got a roaster back at my place, I figure a porker like that'd keep me in fresh pulled meat for a good part of the winter, if not the whole winter."

Luz almost laughed, but restrained himself. "I'm sorry, Gerish, but he's not for sale. That is my pig, after all."

Garrosh almost laughed at the idea too, him being picked up for market like that? If he weren't allowed to express humanoid emotion it would be quite laughable. Instead he grunted as the goblin hopped down and grabbed the back of his neck. "Nah, I'm serious. This boar'd make you a mint, Luz." He said as he used his fingers to pull back Garrosh's gums and examine his teeth. "His tusks alone would make a very pretty necklace centerpiece. I mean I could honestly say he's worth two, maybe three hundred gold coin. And that's lowballin' it." He abruptly grabbed Garrosh's crotch, squeezing his fingertips on the orc's balls and making him grunt. "Oh boy, and this puppy is primed too, ya ever think about mating him? Getting some lineage before you ya know..." He slid his thumb across his throat.

Luz stood up with an angry sigh. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but he's not for sale. And he's not just some pig I'm going to put onto the market. Now pay me what you owe."

"Alright, alright." The goblin sighed, rolling his eyes. "Sheesh." He pulled out a pouch wallet and took a few gold and silver coins from it, throwing it on the table in front of the orc. "There. What we agreed. Now, care to explain why this beast is so important to you?"

"If you must know, he's an orc under an enchantment that allows you to only see him as a pig, he's my property at least for this week, and he would sooner kill you than let you slice him apart and turn him into bacon for your evening dinner." He said.

Garrosh stared intently at the other orc, who simply winked at him. It took a few moments before Gerish started laughing so hard that he was clutching his stomach. "OH-Oh! Oh by the maker, that's hilarious! Ya need to go into comedy, Luz... that is just comic gold!" After a few minutes he wiped a finger across his eyes, clearing the tears. "You're alright, Luz. I'll have to come by and see this orc of yours sometime."

Luz smirked. "You may see him more often than you expect." He said knowingly. Gerish pushed open the door, letting the daylight flood the workshop again. Garrosh swallowed as they walked past the bench of tools and various instruments that the goblin could have used on him, if, even jokingly Luz had given in to letting him have him.

As the cool afternoon air hit them, Garrosh glared at the other orc, walking a few feet in front of him, the leash quite taut as they walked. Somehow he knew that Garrosh was staring at him. "I know. I know." He said with a sigh as they reached the edge of the town, starting on the road toward the Crossroads. "But you have to admit, it was rather funny to see him drooling over you." He glanced at Garrosh. "Was it not?" Garrosh obediently said nothing, but he still snorted and turned his gaze away from the other orc, still walking behind him. "You probably do make a fine looking pig." He explained. "What man in their right minds wouldn't want to butcher you and eat you?"

Garrosh turned an awkward glance back at Luz who chuckled. "Okay, possibly not the best thing I could have said just then. But I do hope you understand I would never let you be sold or taken from my care, Garrosh. You have been nothing but the loyalest of pets to me and I appreciate every moment you spend with me. So... I suppose I should thank you." Garrosh stopped walking for a moment and Luz felt the line tug back. He looked around to see the orc cocking his head at him. "Come along, Garrosh." He said, tugging the leash, but the orc remained steadfast, sitting on the road staring at him confused. Wrapping the leash around his knuckles, Luz growled and pulled as hard as he can. "COME HELLSCREAM!" He roared as he suddenly jerked the orc back to his feet and to his side. "You will not act as though we don't have an agreement, orc. You are my pet and nothing more. You will follow me on this trip, and you will not act like a bull headed orc, do you understand that?"

Garrosh gave a grunt of compliance as he returned to Luz's side, now matching the orc's gait as his hulking body crouched even lower toward the ground. His eyes found their shadows walking almost at equal heights as they walked and soon the sounds of the hustle and bustle of the Crossroads turned his attention back up toward the road in front of them.

The Crossroads had changed much since Garrosh's last time there, a large crowd of people had gathered near the entrance talking and bartering, traders from all corners of Azeroth tried to catch people both entering and exiting the camp with advertisements for how their products better served their fellow Horde companions. Garrosh in particular noticed a thick orc chopping meats just as they walked past the entry and could feel his skin crawl with the idea of ending up on the chopping block himself if Luz felt so inclined. Garrosh knew that if he wanted to, he couldn't take the collar off himself his hands would have felt like mush against the collar's power, he wouldn't have been able to grab it to yank it off, to him... his physical nature would have been that of a cloven hoof, not an orcish hand.

"So. What'll it be today, Luz?" A troll female turned Garrosh's attention toward her instead of the butcher he'd spotted. She looked at him and smiled. "Ah what a beautiful boar!" She exclaimed. "'e's not even neutered. Dat's good fo' dem, especially if you plan on breedin' him."

"To be honest, I think my boar's a little gay." Luz snickered. "Seems he's already made himself available to my breeder like all the females." Garrosh wanted to object, but he knew he couldn't. She probably wouldn't be able to hear more than screeches and snorts anyway. But suddenly, she looked at him and her expression changed. Just for an instant she looked shocked as she stared into his face. She blinked and rubbed her eyes before shaking her head. "Are... you alright A'tana?"

"Yah..." She said after a few moments' pause. "Strangest t'ing though, for a moment, I thought... nah..." She frowned.

"Thought what?" Luz pressed.

"I thought dat your boar, wa'no boar at all. Dat he be an orc... dat he look an awful lot like Warchief Hellscream." Garrosh looked at Luz, who seemed quite concerned, but he kept the shock under his hat for a moment. "But I can' be seein' dat... I must be seein' things. I knew I should'a got out'a bed an hour later this mornin' I've been tired all day."

"R-right..." Luz said. "Of course. That must be it." He quickly purchased his supplies and with a quick tug of his leash, he and Garrosh were back out on the main market floor. Amidst of heavy flow of traffic, he didn't seem to care who heard him speaking, likely he was speaking to himself but Garrosh could clearly make out he was talking to him. "Not sure what happened there, but stay near me." He said. "If she could see you, it's possible the collar's magic is faulty. Our best option is to get back out of town as quickly as possible and hope that no one else has delusions of orcs."

Hidden within the entrance to the inn, Sylvanas watched as Luz and Garrosh made their way across the camp. Smirking she held a small wrist-mounted device up and twisted the dial on it. She could hear the device whine and whir with a light whipping noise like a fan going around in circles. There was an electric pop and suddenly another person in the crowd screamed. She quickly ducked back into the inn to assure that Luz nor Garrosh could see her lurking around, but they were distracted by the young tauren girl who had spotted it.

"An orc! I saw a naked orc!" She sobbed as two older tauren, likely her parents rushed to her side. She pointed at Garrosh. "I swear he was an orc... a big... scary... naked orc! Crawling along like he was a pig!"

"My dear one, that is only a farmer and his boar." The bull tried to comfort her.

"Our apologies." The older female said to Luz as she looked at him and the orc. "Clearly she must be seeing things." She petted Garrosh's head. "It is clear that you are simply traveling with your boar, I'm not sure what's gotten into--" She paused as Luz and Garrosh both heard the sound this time, a distant popping noise that caused the older female to pull her hand away suddenly. "I... what was that?" She asked.

"What was what?" Luz asked innocently.

"I could have sworn I saw... something else I was petting. For just a split second it was as though I were petting... an orc as well."

"Huh. Strange." Luz turned his eyes to Garrosh, a look of panic stricken across his face. "I'm not sure what you mean... I've had this boar for years, I've never noticed any... orcs when I looked at it." He glanced at Garrosh who shrugged in unknowing manners. "But I can promise you he is nothing more."

Looking around, Garrosh spotted another familiar figure in the crowd, looking strangely at the gathering crowd of people who could swear they'd seen an orc and not a pig a few seconds prior. It was Thrall, the older Shaman's gaze toward them made the orc's heart beat even faster as he tried to bolt from the crowd, only to be pulled back by Luz's leash. Following his gaze, Luz spotted the former warchief as well and both glanced at each other in shock. Both pulled from the crowd as quickly as they could before spotting a Zeppelin, which had landed near the western border of the encampment as a barker standing just outside of it was announcing through a bull horn. "Step right up for the inaugural flight of our Valkyrie Zeppelin!" He announced. "Have you ever wanted to visit the wilds of Desolace? How about the marvelous deserts of Tanaris, well aboard our vessel you can visit any of the places at the furthest ends of our continent, for a nominal fee of--"

"We'll take it!" Luz said, shoving a handful of gold into the man's hand as he pulled Garrosh on board.

"Excuse me, but... we do not allow pets aboard." The goblin warned. "I'm sorry but he will have to stay--" Another handful of gold suddenly found its way in his hand. Quickly pocketing it he cleared his throat. "Stay--stay in the back so he does not disturb our other passengers."

"What is happening?" Luz asked as he sat down in one of the seats near the furthest back of the zeppelin he could find. "Surely the magic is not so weak that..." There was another sudden pop and a woman sitting next to them screamed loudly and nearly fainted for a second as she averted her eyes and then turned back, calmer than before.

"Goodness..." The goblin female said. "I think you got a problem with your pig here, mister."

Luz frowned, looked at Garrosh, but said nothing.

No other incidents occurred during the flight, which took a little over three hours. Garrosh and Luz sat in silence, occasionally looking over the hillsides that passed below them. At one point, they thought they would be entering Thunder Bluff, but the zeppelin simply passed it by, all that Luz wanted to hear at that point was the warbling noises that the propellers at the back of the vehicle made as they crawled across the sky.

When the vehicle finally made its stop and departure, it was in the barren land of Desolace. Vegetation had grown considerably since Deathwing's emergence caused a shifting of the world's natural appearances. Darkness had already fallen by the time they landed, Luz knew that Gazloe had already, and probably unceremoniously destroyed his ship.

"Alright, folks." The goblin that had allowed Luz and Garrosh on board announced. "The camp here is not quite set up yet, but it will be within the next hour or two. Feel free to explore, but don't go too far. Rumors of a wild tribe of trolls in the area are apparently more than just rumors around here."

No one could tell if he was joking. But Luz and Garrosh departed the plane quite ready for anything to happen. "I don't know about you, Garrosh, but I have been needing to drain the lizard since we first boarded that machine." He chuckled as he started down toward the bushes only a few meters away, turning he could see Garrosh trying to follow him. "Ah!" He said, stopping him. "We're alone for now. No need to follow me down to watch me piss. Why not just sit there and wait for me?" He chuckled as Garrosh did exactly that.

As he stepped down into the long grass, Luz unfastened his belt and extracted his cock before letting off a stream of warm urine that came back at him with an extremely pungent aroma. "Whoo! Garrosh, I wish you could smell this one. I've been holding it back a few hours and it is *ripe!*" There was a long pause with no response. The thought that the leash had lost all of its slack also piqued Luz's curiosity. "Garrosh? Are you still there?" He asked, returning his member to his pants and fastening them up again. "Come now, don't tell me you tire of the illusion of being a pig, you know you've always wanted it..." He stopped speaking as he noticed that the end of the orc's leash was empty. "G-Garrosh?" He asked, looking around suddenly as he backed away from the spot. He bumped into something solid and he whirled around. "WHA?" He felt a blow hit him on the back of the head so hard that for a brief moment, Luz could see stars in his vision before he tumbled forward and landed hard on the ground. As his eyes went black, he could see the outline of a pig only a few feet from him also unconscious within the long grass.

Humming noises, almost harmonious like singing voices roused Luz from a long, deep sleep. He cringed as he looked around. Suddenly feeling that his arms were tied behind his back and his legs and knees were tied together he realized he couldn't move and the voices around him actually belonged to trolls he'd never laid eyes upon before.

They were white skinned, chalk white in color with beady red eyes that shimmered in the darkness around them as they danced around a tall bonfire that lit up the night. Garrosh was tied to a spit stick upside down. The collar was still on his neck, so the illusion was still in place. Could they have seriously been considering cooking him? These trolls were completely unknown to him, dancing in loincloths or less the farmer grunted and tried to free himself. "Pl-please! You can't kill him! You can't cook him! Can you understand me!?" He cried loudly as at least four of them stopped and stared at him.

Grunting, Luz felt his head turned toward another, scantily clad male who had a fist balled in his face. His crimson eyes glowed frighteningly at him. "Please... you must let us go, they will be looking for him... they will--" Suddenly a face full of dust entered Luz's nostrils. He shook and gasped, gagging as the smell entered his nostrils. It wasn't until that moment he realized that Garrosh's face had also been subjected to this white powder. The memory of this place; how they got there, who he was, was beginning to fade from his mind. Panic started to wash over him, Luz was losing what recollection he had of everything, current events and earlier were crumbling from him faster than he could think. As the memories faded of their journey that day, Luz watched as two of the trolls approached Garrosh. They grabbed his collar and tugged it off...

TO BE CONTINUED?