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"Garrosh Gets Trolled"

"W-Wait! Who are you? Where are we!?" Garrosh's arms and legs swung wildly as he was carried atop the backs of several beastly looking trolls. His memory gone, the orc struggled to remember who he was and how he'd come to this place, but was completely without an idea. Thrown to the ground, he found himself forced to hold his hands behind his back, a bar slid in place behind his elbows, preventing him from drawing his arms forward and he was forced onto his knees, a pair of troll feet stepped up in front of him and he looked up as best as he could to see a large male standing before him; he was dressed in a loincloth that didn't really cover his cock, and swinging in the breeze rendered it totally visible on strong gusts. Holding up the collar that had been around the orc's neck he examined it thoroughly.

"Wot be dis magic." He snarled as he threw the collar to the ground. "Surroundin' dis orc wit' the image of a boar be an insult to us." He grabbed Garrosh by the neck and impressively pulled him up to his feet, lifting him a few inches off the ground as his nails dug into his skin. "Ya wanna be a pig, orc. We 'kin make it happen." He threatened as he suddenly threw him to the ground. The impact made Garrosh cry out as his arms felt like they were going to snap. "Lock 'im up. We be keepin' dis one."

"Release me! I will not be treated this way!" Luz was tossed into view as Garrosh was dragged away. The two orcs crossed a glance and just as quickly were separated by the thickness of the crowd. "Who are you? What have you done to me? Who was that?" He growled gesturing toward the direction Garrosh had disappeared.

"So. Ya don' even remember ya been usin' magic for your own personal pet?" The head trol asked, stomping down on the collar. "Mistreatin' laws of nature is against our laws. Ya like animals?"

"I... I don't remember." Luz asked as a sliver of metal slipped under his throat, a spear ready to slash it as the other trolls around him moved in. "I don't know what you are talking about!"

"'course not, farmer." The troll said, examining a bag of white powder that they had used on Luz and his companion when they were first found. "But I can say this... ya not be playin' with the laws of nature wit'out getting a little..." He grinned, showing off his sharp teeth. "Bite back." Luz howled out in pain as his hair was suddenly yanked upward and forced to his feet. "Take him to da priestess... she got somet'in in store for you." He purred as he shoved the orc away into the crowd.

Luz cried out, kicking and rolling as he was forced through the crowd. This wild tribe appeared to be exclusively male, and most were naked, covered in body paint. Their tusks were decorated and adorned with jewelry. Their long, thicker-than-average ears dangled down, some were tattered badly beyond recognition while others were weighted down with heavy earrings. They shoved Luz back and forth, who spun about confused until he was thrown to the ground again, landing on his hands and knees. Chains dragged across the ground as he tried to struggle against the restraints, trying to force himself free as a female emerged from the hut he was forced to the ground in front of.

She was an older female, well past the age of bearing children. But for her age, she held herself well. Long white hair trailed down over her shoulders and hung in front of her, concealing her breasts in thick locks. Her loincloth was long in both the front and back and dragged across the ground as she walked. She supported her weight on a can adorned with gold rings that jingled as she walked, and her dark bluish/grey skin appeared taut and without much evidence of wrinkles. Her apparent daintiness though seemed like a ruse, as soon as she made her way to Luz, she grabbed him by the throat and easily slung him to one side. She grunted, she had no words as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled Luz upright. She spoke in a strange language that Luz had never heard of.

"Da priestess say dat you fool wit' the laws of nature. Make animals of people. Physically or mentally, ya be torturin' them. Forcin' dem to live as beasts..."

"What? I don't know what you're talking about!" Luz exclaimed. "What evidence do you have of this?"

"This be all the evidence we need." He said, hoisting the collar up. "Imbued wit' our magic. We will justify your atrocities wit' our judgement." He tossed the collar, which struck and landed in a large cauldron near the priestess' hut that Luz hadn't noticed before. It was full of boiling, bubbling water that rang loudly as Luz was dragged to it. The trolls around him, handling him, hoisting him into the air chanted something in a bizarre language. It wasn't trollish; it sounded much, much older.

"You can't do this! Please, what are you doing? Release me!" He felt a thick hand grab the back of his neck and forced his head down to look into the boiling water. "Wha--what's going on?" He asked, now trembling heavily as the chanting grew louder and he felt himself being forced closer, and closer to the water. "N-no! Stop!" His voice was cut off as he felt the searing water now on his face as his head was mostly submerged into the cauldron. Screams bubbled from his mouth as the scalding water melted through his skin. His arms twisted and tore at the chains that held him down and he screamed louder. Just as abruptly, he was pulled out of the water, his arms were freed enough that he could grab his face, where he felt nothing but bone. His face had burned and melted away, leaving nothing but a screaming skeletal remnant. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed still as the sound of the chanting grew louder and louder in his ears.

"NGHA!" Luz screamed as he bolted upright. Had it only been a dream? He clutched at his face and was relieved to feel that the flesh was still attached.

The village they were brought to was real, Luz could see the sun rising off to the east, casting a shadowy dawn across the almost dead village. Mist crawled around the town from a nearby body of water, possibly a lake that cast across the village like a ghostly cloud layer. Exhausted from the shock wearing off, Luz fell onto his back again, then turned over onto his side, realizing the tan orc who was brought here with him was sleeping in this cage as well. His back was turned to him, and still Luz couldn't recognize him. He couldn't even recognize himself for that matter. He whimpered a bit, a bit chilled from the morning air finding its way into their open-air cage, and due to the fact that all of a sudden his stomach was hurting quite badly now. He closed his eyes to try and get a little sleep. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him, but that dream seemed a little too vivid. It must have happened, but how did his skin grow back on his face? How could he have survived an ordeal like that?

Just as sudden as the thought occurred to him, another feeling surged on him and he sat up quickly, letting out a heavy vomit onto the ground near the foot of the cage. He gagged as he tried to keep the taste from entering his nostrils, but that proved to be of no use as he continued to do so. Oddly enough, the vomit in his nostrils smelled familiar... like milk. But he couldn't remember the last time he drank it, which could have been the day before the two orcs woke up in Troll arms. He then laid back, confident he was finished for now; he curled up in a ball beside the other orc and closed his eyes. Somehow praying that this would all be over soon.

The direct sunlight was the next thing that woke Luz from his sleep. He'd looked down at his forearms and noticed they looked a little pale. As he sat up he felt himself growing sick again. There was also a sharp pain in his neck that prevented him from turning it very far without sending pain shooting down his shoulders and back. He grunted and dug his fingers into the dirt, resisting the urge to throw up again. As if he had anything left to eject from his body. As he looked down he also noticed that his stomach had bulged out a bit from the way it was before. This sent a shiver of panic through him. "Hey! Hey help!" He shouted, noticing that the other orc had gone from the cage, he jumped against the bars, swiping his arm at a passerby troll. "You there! What's happening to me?" Not responding, the troll simply continued past the orc, who violently shook at his cage. "Let me out of here!!" Suddenly, a shock of pain he collapsed to his knees and vomitted again. This time he felt something warm begin to drain along his upper lip, looking closely, he realized it was a dark red blood... was he dying? The orc shuddered and clutched feebly at the enclosing gate as a splitting headache came upon him. He knew something wasn't right...

Garrosh cried out as a crude spear was shoved against his back, only slightly piercing his thick hide of skin as the trolls behind him brought him to the troll leader. In the daylight, Garrosh was able to make out the male's features better. He had a dark blue colored hair that dangled down over his eyes and his ears. A pair of beady, red eyes glared at him from underneath the mess of hair. Tribal jewelry hung from his ears and his neck, accenting his thick, muscular troll body which was adorned in tattoos and piercings in its own right. He crossed his arms and scowled at the orc.

"Ya been foolin' 'round wit' nature." He said. "I don' know who you are, but your crimes will not go unpunished."

"Oh please. Please don't hurt me." Garrosh begged. "Whatever you've done to... to... the other orc in my cage... whatever disease he has, please spare me from it!" He begged. "Please!"

"He has no disease. Him payin' penance for foolin' wit mother nature." The priestess said, exiting her hut and staring at the large orc. "You... do'na resemble him. What sort of orc are you?"

"How can you ask me that. Are you not responsible for taking my memory?" Garrosh asked, then winced. "I-I am sorry I don't know where that attitude came from."

"It came from your bitter nature coming through this shell of a man." She spat. "I have no time for foolish orcs in this village. I leave him to you Ta'jah. You and your men make him out as the pig he truly is." She said as she produced a small vial of a sky blue substance and handed it to the chief. "When he is broken, do whatever you will." She scowled at the orc, then hastily retreated back into her hut.

"Wait... there is some mistake!" Garrosh tried to stand, but was pulled back down with a sharp tug against his chains. He landed on his knees and suddenly he was grabbed from behind by four men straining to pull him back. "Le-let me go!" His jaw was then grasped by Ta'jah, and with ample pressure it was forced open as the troll tugged the vial's cork out with his teeth and spit it out.

"Ain' no mistake, mon." He said with a laugh. "It be a game." He forced Garrosh's head back, his mouth pointing upward some as the grip tightened, making Garrosh growl in pain when suddenly, the foul tasting liquid was poured down his open throat. "Ya wanna be a pig so bad? How 'bout we make ya our personal sow? Ya?"

Garrosh gargled and tried to spit the liquid out. But the angle of his head, it guzzled down instead, leaving him gagging and coughing as they finally released him. "AHHH!" He screamed in pain, hearing something odd in the back of his throat as he clawed at the ground. He felt an extreme pain in his mouth as his jaw and tusks moved further apart on each side, a burning sensation igniting in his nose. "Hhhhnnngeeeee!" His cries somehow echoed like a pig's squeal now as his throat tightened around his voice. His ears had lost their rigidity and the tips drooped down some as he was released from the chains and he tried to crawl away.

"Look'it this boys!" Ta'jah laughed as he kicked the orc's naked backside, sending him down into the mud. "De pig wannabe's a pig after all!"

The announcement was followed by a chorus of excited cheers as Garrosh tried to stand up, but he could only scoot across the ground on his hands and knees. There was a loud smack against Garrosh's ass, and he turned abruptly to see one of the trolls had swatted him with a switch of some sort. As if on cue, a pain shot from his lower spine, and the entire group of troll began laughing so hard they nearly fell on top of themselves in their uproar. Looking back, Garrosh noticed that he had grown a tail suddenly; it was a couple shades lighter than his skin and was shaped like a corkscrew. His screams of agony only came out as high pitched squeals as his ass was grabbed and his tail tugged, leading Garrosh to trying to kick his assaulters, only ending up falling into the mud again to more laughter. The humiliation was only worsened though as Garrosh began to realize he somehow enjoyed being treated like this. He was aroused by this, his erection becoming much more prominent as he was slapped by hands, pushed in the mud, all for the sake of entertainment.

Inside her hut, the priestess watched in delight as Garrosh was manhandled. She smiled as she turned to see the body behind her; the real priestess had died three days prior, likely of natural causes. As she clutched the amulet around her neck, Sylvanas appeared in her place. "It is a pity you did not live to see this. Even moreso that I cannot make you one of my own." She said, looking out over the trolls and Garrosh she chuckled. "But thanks to me and to Ta'jah, we will make Garrosh Hellscream pay for his imputence. One way or another."

It was late in the day when Garrosh was finally dragged back to his cage. A weakened Luz was pressed heavily against the bars, unable to move without excruciating pain. He watched as the guards pulled open the cage and deposited the orc, then closed it again. Garrosh weakly got up, stumbling a bit as he made his way across the cage toward his sleeping spot, but not before noticing the orc looking back at him

Luz's arms looked emaciated past the biceps, they had gone so thin that fingers could form a circle around the circumference of Garrosh's wrists or ankles and completely connect their fingers. His stomach had grown tremendously as did his neck and his haunches. To Garrosh, Luz looked like a tick ready to pop.

"What happened to you?" Luz asked, his words almost lost by his cheeks sinking into his mouth subtly. Garrosh turned to look at him, and gave a surprised look. Words didn't come from his mouth, only a constant internal snorting sound and the occasional squeal as he opened his mouth. It was as if the orc didn't know he wasn't speaking, and it left Luz confused. But he continued on as if he understood. "Me? I feel fine, just... a little under the weather, I think." He said. "I think after a good night's sleep I'll--"MAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWOOOOOO!" He shoved his hand over his mouth to keep the sound from continuing. He felt something strange on his face too; his jaw was more squarish than before, it had even shrunk in size somehow as a rounded face plate apparently pressed against this upper lips, threatening to move outward. "I... I think we should get some sleep." He said, gauging Garrosh's confused and frightened look.

It was still dark out when Garrosh opened his eyes, hearing a scuffle from behind him, he turned to see Luz thrashing about on the ground. As he watched, he could see the orc's cock slowly beginning to recede into his body, his gut began to pulse and strange little nubs became apparent under the faint glow of the moonlight. Suddenly, as if waking from a nightmare, Luz's face turned eerily to Garrosh and he let out a bloodcurdling scream. He hollered and howled, throwing himself off his back and onto the ground. He threw himself back and forth, trying to stand up on two legs, but Garrosh watched the orc's hands and feet turn into mushy puddles of what used to be his flesh. His screams alerted several trolls who had come out to investigate as Luz repeatedly rammed his head and his shoulder into the cage, trying desperately to break out of the cage. His screams grew in intensity as a tail began to grow from his spine, much longer and thicker than Garrosh's new appendage, the orc slowly backed away as Luz began to kick violently. His cock and balls had completely sunk into his body and a new appendage descended down under him; it looked like an udder. The trolls watched almost in amusement as Luz went through a hideously painful looking transformation. His screams became deeper and louder as they became more of a low 'moo' rumbling. Horns popped out of his head, first one on one side, then one on the other side of his scalp. They were short horns that just tore away from his scalp.

He kicked and lowered his head, a muzzle was already half-formed by the time Luz looked at Garrosh again, his eyes full of tears as he gasped and inhaled, exhaled and thrashed about. "MRRR! MOOOOO! MAROOOOOO!" He screamed in panic as he kicked and threw himself back and forth. Fur was already sprouting across his skin, turning his outer shell white instead of green. He gasped and inhaled, it sounded like he'd choked for a moment, when all of a sudden he fell sideways and crashed onto the ground, completely falling still. The trolls rushed in, each pointing a sharp spear at Garrosh as they investigated Luz, who now resembled an ordinary dairy cow than an orc. They prodded at his ears, and Garrosh watched them react to their investigations. Garrosh instead laid on the ground and watched as other, larger trolls made their way in, and working together they lifted the beast up onto its hooves and helped to guide Luz out of the cage before the door was closed and locked behind them. Is that to be his destiny too? Become some beast of burden like this orc here? He watched as the trolls gathered around the changed orc, one of them produced a bucket and began to try and emulate milking him. Garrosh didn't want to watch any more of this. He turned over and laid on the ground, for the first time he felt cold and worried. He crossed his arms and tried to drown out the sound of liquid streams echoing in the bucket the trolls used.

Garrosh watched as the tribe of trolls met with several ogres the next day. They discussed things in a language only they seemed to understand. At the end of the negotiations, the trolls handed the orc-turned-cow over to them. As the orc watched, the cow was led rather forcibly down the trail. Soon they'd disappeared into the distance and Garrosh seated himself heavily on the ground, wincing at the feeling of his tail under him.

Several days passed, and with it came humiliation after humiliation. He was taunted by the trolls and laughed at. He was thrown in the mud and treated like a regular swine, made to eat slop, and kept in a cage like any other type of animal. He began to regard himself as nothing more, spending his evenings in his cage, rocking back and forth, trying to convince himself he was a good pet.

On his fifth night with the tribe, Garrosh was woken in the middle of the night by a hand that suddenly clapped over his mouth. It was Gorod; the master warrior of the tribe. Though Garrosh considered him to be one of the most dimwitted of the tribe, Gorod's size made up for it. He stood twice Garrosh's height and was built accordingly. His tusks came into view around Garrosh's head as he tried to pull himself away. As his body fell back, he noticed a blatant erection, and realized that Gorod was naked. Thrust to the ground Garrosh's head was pinned against the ground as the troll dragged his member along his ass. He was as thick as a battle axe and as his member penetrated Garrosh, the orc realized that there were advantages to lubricating or at least loosening the ass. He growled and cried out, his moans echoing through the village as his fingers dug into the dirt as he felt the shaft slide in and out so deeply that he could feel it resist and push against the inside of his stomach. Thick, dagger-like claws dug down Garrosh's back as he hissed through his teeth and squealed loudly like a pig, cumming suddenly into the dirt under him, two, three times in the course of the two minute fuck.

When Garod released he almost threw Garrosh into the air, his cock ejected like a bottle rocket inside of him, almost making Garrosh overfill instantly. There was a breech of his ring though and cum spewed out heavily between them as they twisted and contorted, and howled through the night. Then, Garrosh started getting nightly visitors; each night, one of the tribesmen would appear at Garrosh's pen, they would play with him, fuck him and depart. This continued for nearly two weeks until a majority of the men had spent a night having a turn at him. It got to a point where Garrosh would wave his ass, expectant to receive something from his visitor or visitors. The amount of humiliations every day began to wane a bit, and Garrosh was finally to a point where he started to enjoy his stay until one afternoon, Garrosh was woken in the middle of the day by Ta'jah's voice:

"It got to be done." He said. "De men grow weary, priestess. They be tired of humiliating the orc, they be tired of fuckin' him in the night. He's grown to expect it, ta like it."

"Yes, I understand that. But ya goin' to extreme here." The priestess responded. "Ta be considerin'..."

"It's been a terrible year." Ta'jah complained. "Dese... 'crops' ya found for us don't grow fast enough for our village. We got to eat sometin' or we all gonna starve to death."

Garrosh felt his heart stop in his chest, then start back up again. Were they talking about 'eating' him? "All I be sayin' is that this orc could be very important one day, I mean look'it him."

"Bah. He could also serve as a week of slow cooked meals for me boys." The other troll objected. "I'm sorry, priestess... but I got to do this."

The sound of the cage being opened and arms grabbing Garrosh by the arms caused a panicked squeal from the orc-pig. He grunted and tried to pull himself free, only succeeding in having rope added around his ankles and tying his arms back with thick ropes as the tribe tried to hold him back. He shouldered several of the men away until Ta'jah stepped up to him and placed a hand on his heart before suddenly cracking the orc across the head with a fierce blow from his head. "Sorry pig." He said as Garrosh fell to the ground, the world growing dark around him. "But ya be servin' a better purpose like dis..."

Garrosh awoke to a very warm flame. Opening his eyes, he was staring down into a fiery pit beneath him. The flames had already started to glide across his skin, and the feeling of their burning his chest grew rapidly apparent. He let out a roaring squeal as he tried to shake himself free, causing the spit pole he was tied to, to start bouncing on the steaks he was perched from. Two trolls on either end of the spit began to slowly turn the stick, allowing Garrosh's face and chest to be cooled instantly by the night air as the pain from the flames followed around to his side, then his back. The orc couldn't speak, only snort and screech, now he knew what it felt like to be a Razorback. He shrieked as he felt his tail burning, the spit slowly turning until he was face down again. He coughed and sputtered, the smoke crawling into his lungs as the flames grew higher.

"AHHH! NO! It's da priestess!" A troll cried out, causing an immediate stir among the men.

"Wha'chu mean?" Ta'jah roared, standing upright.

"She be dead, down by her hut... she look to have been dead days now!"

Ta'jah growled and grabbed one of the spit turners. "Don' let dis one escape. I gotta see what he be goin' on about." He released him and ran out of sight, followed by nearly every troll in the village, who wanted to see what was happening.

"Hah!" Sylvanas appeared as soon as the men were gone. She took out one of the trolls on the spit, then bounced the stick to make the other one tumble, knocking Garrosh to the ground. Quickly she leapt over and inserted her daggers into his back, immediately silencing him. She brushed her hair back behind her ear and restored her cowl. "None too soon, I imagine." She said as she began to cut the ropes. "Don't get me wrong, I would have loved to watch you boil, Garrosh. But I want your punishment to be a little more lingering than that, this would have been too quick an end to what you deserve. Here. Take these." She said, thrusting two pills into Garrosh's hand. He immediately put them in his mouth and swallowed them. "The effects of the transformation should reverse themselves, though I do appreciate the fact you look like I'd always imagined now." She smirked. "The effects of the memory powder should lose their hold on you soon after you leave here."

"What is goin' on here?!" Ta'jah had appeared and was now looming over the two of them.

"Go, Garrosh! Now!" She said as she thrust a gemstone against Garrosh's chest, causing him to vanish in a brilliant silver flash of light. She sighed and stood up, glaring at Ta'jah. "It's too bad, Ta'jah. I actually kind of liked you, too." She drew her blades once again.

There was a snap in Garrosh's ears and he suddenly found himself in a dry, deserted country now. "The barrens..." He somehow thought, but was unsure if that was what this place was called. He felt his features and was relieved to feel they were returning to normal. His pig-like tail was still there, he put his hand on his snout and found that it had shifted further against his face, and that his tusks had grown. She had lied; those pills didn't clear the magic that changed him, it enhanced it. Standing up Garrosh growled to himself, he felt the breeze of the night air wash over his naked body. The feeling he was lost left him confused as he staggered off, wandering aimlessly... hoping for his memory to return...

THE END?