A Druid's Quest

Suel's snoring was cut off as he suddenly found himself buried in a mound of fluff, his eyes popping open and his surprised yelp muffled. The culprit of his rude awakening paid no attention as he pushed and groaned with slight annoyance, finally managing to wrench himself out from under the great beast, panting and wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. He'd thought that the tent would be big enough to accommodate both him as well as his companion, but he had been sorely mistaken, making a mental note to set aside a few coins for more spacious camping equipment in the future. He slowly caressed the soft brown fur of Erya, laughing to himself: he'd managed to befriend probably the only feral bear around who didn't enjoy sleeping outdoors. Their friendship had started a long while ago, beginning with just a few simple sessions of feeding and watching each other, the bear eventually warming up to him enough to let him get near to her. From there, the pair became closer and closer, the druid eventually managing to gift her with speech, the two travelling around the continent together from that day onwards. Their friendship soon blossomed into something much more intimate, the two helping relieve each other's pent up lust while out and about. Suel yawned and stretched his arms, the tenting on his blanket telling him that the rest of his body had decided to wake up as well. He grinned and gently ruffled the ursine's belly fluff, her muzzle twitching a few times before she opened her eyes, letting out a tired growl as the Wulvar nuzzled her,
"Morning sleepyhead~" 
"Ugh… is it dawn already?" 
"Yes, and you promised you'd get up nice and early. We want to make a good impression, don't we~" 
Erya yawned and brushed her face with her paw, flopping around onto her belly, her eyes flicking over to his crotch before closing, a slight smirk forming on her maw, 
"Or is it something else you're after~" 
"Me? No, never, of course not~" 
The duo chuckled as Suel sat up and crawled over to her backside, the bear splaying her back legs wide open and flipping up her tail, giving him a good look of her slit. He threw off his blanket, gripping his shaft and jerking himself off as he leaned in closer, pushing three of his fingers inside of her. She huffed and softly roared, her natural lubrication spilling out onto her flank as he fingered her, the Wulvar adding another digit inside of her pussy as he massaged his knot. With frantic breaths, he got up onto his knees and leaned on her ass, pulling his fingers out of her feral cunt and stroking his red rocket with the hand coated in her juices, aiming his tip at her. The druid moaned as his morning load splattered all over the bear, a few shots landing directly onto her pussy, mixing in with her nectar as he fell back down next to her, the beast resting her head on his chest as she licked his hand clean with a smile. 

The pair eventually clambered out of the tent, stretching and enjoying the cool morning breeze, the sun just barely peeking out from behind the treeline. They were camped out near a small night elf town, Suel having been called there after the townspeople learned of his experience with dealing with wild animals. The letter delivered to the druid was quite vague, only talking about some sort of nightly attacks on the town by a local pack of wolves and asking for any assistance he might be able to offer. Before packing up the camping gear, Suel grabbed a few small pots of dyes that he had cooked up, using his fingers to carefully paint druidic symbols on Erya's fur, two black horns poking out of her head with the assistance of some druidic shapeshifting magic, a talisman hanging off of her neck and a few glyphs attached to ropes tied around her limbs. After a few moments spent kneeling beside his ursine lover, he stepped back and wiped the residue of the paint on his fingers off on a piece of cloth, smiling and nodding. The pair often disguised Erya as a druid in a bear form rather than an actual bear, thinking that some people might be slightly worried about a feral beast roaming around a town and talking. With the disguise in place, the Wulvar packed up the small camp and picked up his rucksack, the bear carrying a few bags on a strap tied around her sides. As they walked through the forest and eventually ended up on the main road towards the town, they noticed just how quiet and calm it was, large roads leading to and from even the smaller towns usually having at least some form of traffic on them at all times. It was only after the travelling pair started seeing the smokestacks of the town did they begin hearing the hustle and bustle that they were expecting. 

Walking side by side, Suel and his bear walked into the main street of the town, the elves all seemingly slightly on edge. There were a surprising amount of guards around for such a small city, though even with all of them on the lookout they still didn't have the numbers to keep a constant watch over the entire area, especially the lands and fields towards the edge of town. The Wolvar pulled the letter that called him there out of his satchel, squinting at the intricate symbol stamped at the bottom of the paper, the symbol looking like a family crest of some sort. He held up the letter, matching the symbol to a sign hanging over a general store, patting Erya on her shoulder and nodding towards the building. The two stepped inside, a strong scent of fresh herbs and flowers lingering around the store from bundles of plants hanging out to dry on the ceiling, several small shelves stocked with supplies for both townspeople and adventurers alike. A female night elf stepped out of a back room, leaning against the counter as she smiled, gently bowing her head, 
"Ah, you must be Suel!" 
He cleared his throat and nodded, 
"Yes, at your service. And this is my travelling companion, Erya." 
The woman was joined by another night elf walking out of the back room, the second merchant setting down a basket of wildflowers on the counter as the female put her hand on his shoulder, 
"My name is Alarias, and he is my brother, Fellorn. A pleasure to meet you both."
Fellorn stared at the bear for a moment, raising an eyebrow, 
"We… weren't really expecting two druids to answer our call." 
"She's an expert on wildlife, I wanted to ensure that your town be rid of the problems pestering it."
Erya smiled, 
"And don't worry, my services won't cost you any extra."
Suel pulled out the letter from his bag, 
"Speaking of services, what exactly is it that you're hoping for us to do? Your letter was a slight bit… vague on what's actually happening here."
Alarias hopped up to sit on the counter, crossing her legs, 
"Well, as it mentioned, our town has been having some problems with wild wolves during the last few weeks or so. They've been… attacking the people around here during the nights, even a few times during the day. Mostly anyone out on the road or the people on the farms."
"So people have been killed, injured?" 
"Not… exactly. The victims have had a few bruises or scratches, but nothing major."
Suel and Erya looked at each other for a few seconds before she opened her maw, 
"What sort of a wild animal attack leaves the victim with no injuries?" 
The sister's cheeks blushed as she tried to think of what to say, her brother interjecting, 
"The situation is very complicated, and I think it's best if you see the situation with your own eyes. We know that the den of those wolves is somewhere in the northern woods, maybe about half an hour away from the town on foot."
The Wolvar shrugged, 
"Very well then, we will investigate the situation and try our best to sort it all out, your town won't have any more attacks, not if we have anything to say about it."

The adventuring pair and the night elf siblings exchanged handshakes (or paw-shakes in the case of Erya) before leaving, their destination deep in the forest surrounding the town on all sides. The two followed the road for a while before finding a small footpath snaking out away from the clearing and heading into the heart of the forest, the sounds of wildlife echoing through the woods. The bear used her sharp nose to keep them out of way of any possible dangers, Suel occasionally shapeshifting into a raven to scout ahead, flying above the treeline and scanning the ground below. Being careful with their exploration, their journey took some time, the sun climbing high up into the sky, the dense covering of leaves thankfully offering the duo some shade from the heat. As they snuck through the bushes and the stalks, Erya turned to her partner, quietly whispering to hopefully not spook any nearby wildlife, 
"What did you have planned for when we find the pack of wolves?" 
"I'll be honest, I'm not sure I really have a plan. The elves were definitely keeping something back, so I can't really say what exactly we're dealing with here."
"It definitely doesn't sound like the usual case of wolf attacks. They occasionally get desperate enough to snatch a sheep or two from some farms off to the side, but they should have plenty to fill their bellies with in this forest. And they very rarely attack people unless provoked, nevermind raiding convoys and carriages riding through the main road."
"And I still don't understand what they're even getting out of the attacks. They're not doing it for food or out of aggression, that'd surely leave the victims with a whole lot worse than just a few bruises and cuts."
Erya hummed in agreement, going silent for a few moments before opening her maw once again,
"We aren't going to hurt them, are we?" 
"No, not unless there's absolutely no other way to solve this. We only fight back if they attack us."
"Good."

The druid and the beast snuck through the forest, the vegetation growing thicker and thicker as they inched forwards, making the task harder with every step they took. Suel noticed Erya constantly sniffing the air, her brow furrowed, an odd look on her face, 
"Something wrong?" 
"It's… odd…" 
She pushed her nose against the ground, inhaling deep before lifting her muzzle back up again, her nostrils flaring, 
"What moon is it?" 
"It… should be coming up on a new moon soon. Why?" 
"That doesn't make sense…" 
"What? What is it?" 
"It… smells like heat, a very strong one. But wolves shouldn't be in heat, not at this time of the year." 
Suel scratched his head, the pair moving onwards as he pondered the oddities at hand, the pair soon coming to a small clearing, hearing sounds of growling and howling through the air. They both stopped short of the clearing itself, slowly moving to a thick wall of bushes, peeking out to watch what was happening. The clearing had a hill in it, a series of small tunnels and burrows dug into it by a pack of ferocious grey wolves. The pack consisted of seven canines, the entire group all gathered in the middle of the clearing, huddled together in one large pile, four of them male and two of them female. Suel and the bear could quite easily see the distinction in the sexes as the females were bending over, being bred by two of the males, the other two snarling and circling around, their cocks swinging from side to side between their back legs. Even the Wolvar could smell the scent of lust in the air, his eyes lighting up as he finally understood, 
"So that's what she meant by 'attacks'! The wolves must have been getting antsy, their own pack not enough to ease their bother."
"But why would that be? I haven't ever heard of wolves getting pent up enough to try to hump people."
"I don't know, but we've got to do something about it. Not just for the town either, the poor pups seem to be pretty desperate."
"What did you have in mind, I c…" 
The feral turned her head to the druid, noticing the large grin on his face as a light turned on in her mind, 
"Oh…" 

Suel and Erya stepped out of the bush and into the open side by side, slowly approaching the pack, the canines quickly taking notice and abandoning their breeding session to take up defensive positions. The males stayed low to the ground, bearing their teeth and growling, the females staying at the back. Carefully, Suel and his companion both sat down on the ground, trying to show the wolves that they weren't a threat. The ferals approached the pair, their eyes wary and their bodies locked in an aggressive pose, but their noses twitched as they sniffed the intruders' scent with curiosity, detecting hints of something that made their mind change. The largest of the male wolves stepped forwards, seemingly the alpha of the pack, a large scar running down the left side of his face, his fluffy tail raised high up in the sky as he approached. Suel extended a hand towards him, the wolf eyeing the druid with a snarl before sniffing the hand, his hostility changing into interest after determining that the strangers didn't seem to be a threat. He trotted over to Suel's backside, the man gently lifting his tail to push his loincloth aside, exposing his tailhole and his quickly growing erection. The alpha stuck his nose directly under the Wolvar's flank, gusts of hot air washing over Suel's nethers as he sniffed and huffed, the feral opening his muzzle and dragging his tongue over the druid's ballsack, drawing out a quiet moan from the anthro as the wolf's knot throbbed, still wet from the heat of one of the bitches. The alpha's relaxed posture signaled to the rest of the group that the visitors were of no danger, the other wolves sprinting over to sniff and inspect the two. A male and a female both stuck their muzzles under the bear's tail, her slit receiving an eager tongue bath from them both, her eyes closed as she groaned with joy, spreading her legs more open to give the horny pooches more space to work in. 

Suel laid down on his side with a grunt, panting with anticipation as the alpha walked up to him. The wolf parked himself directly over the druid, his dick twitching only a few inches away from the man's head, a drop of drool spilling from his open maw. Suel gulped and gingerly reached up to grab the feral's red rocket, gently running his fingertips up and down along the veiny and thick shaft to gauge the beast's reaction to being touched down under, wrapping his digits around it after surmising that the wolf was more than happy to be serviced based on the happy yelps and playful howls. He felt the cock throbbing in his hands, one hand slowly jerking off the shaft while the other worked on the large knot, feral precum dripping down onto his chest, smearing all over his fur. At the same time as he was beginning his handiwork with the alpha, Suel felt an inquisitive yet cold nose prodding him in the crotch, peeking down to see a female interested in his privates. He opened up his legs, allowing her to satiate her curiosity as much as she'd like, her tickling whiskers teasing his balls. After a few minutes of careful examination of the foreign male's scent, the female wolf decided to give him a lick, gliding her tongue across his sensitive tip, making him jump slightly from the sudden jolt of pleasure. Seemingly enjoying the taste, she followed her tentative lick with another, her tongue soon lapping at his shaft and two hefty balls nonstop, her tail wagging. Moaning and smiling, the druid looked straight up at the canine member aimed at his face, stroking it with all the expertise he could conjure up, both of his hands working in unison to keep a constant growing pressure on the large wolf. The alpha snorted and panted, his back legs occasionally pawing at the dusty ground as he was milked from down below, his chest puffing up as he lifted his head and let out a majestic howl. At that exact moment, a huge shot of cum shot down onto Suel's face, rope after rope splattering against his muzzle as he closed his eyes and kept pumping, nearly his entire head coated in the watery and clear seed by the time the wolf's orgasm was starting to wind down. 

Erya threw herself down onto the ground on her back, letting her four legs flop onto her sides as she moaned, three wolves circling her like vultures, sniffing the air with their excited tails wagging from side to side. A male almost immediately threw his front legs on top of her lower belly, mounting her, his dribbling cock poking her fur as his hips pistoned in a desperate frenzy, trying to find her warm slit. After a few misplaced thrusts, his tip finally slid up against the bear's pussy, smoothly sliding inside with one push. She laid back and relaxed as the wolf began fucking her, huffing in bliss, the male's generous size and feral passion making her squirm under him. While he was still ramming his length in Erya, the female wolf that had been nosing her cunt laid down right next to the male. The bitch pushed her muzzle up to the ursine's wet entrance, grazing it with her tongue, lapping at both the knotted shaft sliding in and out as well as the pussy, her long and slow licks starting at Erya's tailhole and ending at the clit. The third of the wolves crowding around the bear whined and stomped his paws against the earth, wanting to be a part of the action as well. His eyes focused on Erya's open mouth as she grunted and growled, the male deciding that it would be good enough for him. He leapt over to her head, thrusting his crotch right against her face and starting to hump, his dick dragging all around. She grinned and opened her maw wide, letting the shaft slip inside of her muzzle before closing her lips around it, brushing the dick with her wide tongue. The canine let out a few needy whimpers as he fucked her mouth, the bear hungrily nursing on his rod. Both of the males ploughing Erya knotted her at nearly the same time, both her slit and her muzzle suddenly filled with feral cum, her tongue kneading the second boy's balls as he swallowed his load. 

Suel licked his lips and his muzzle clean of the alpha's sperm as best as he could, his throat slick with the cum as he gulped it all down, his hands sticky with the mess he had made. He rose up from the ground onto his knees, the two wolves that had been on him both nuzzling and pushing up against him, panting happily. He could see that the two were still very eager to go, the female's spade shining with her juices smeared down her back legs, the male still as hard as ever even with having just shot out a load. The bitch stepped out in front of him, bowing her head down slightly, her backside sticking up in the air. She flipped her tail off to the side, the scent of her heat nearly making him dizzy, her cunt swaying from side to side only a hair away from his face. It was quite obvious what she was asking from him, his balls aching for some relief after the through tongue bathing she had just given him. He grabbed his length and pushed it between her back legs, his tip finding the sweltering hole as he thrust inside, her tight and silky walls squeezing around him as he grunted. Managing to only get a few humps in, the druid was suddenly interrupted as the alpha jumped up against his back, pushing him down onto all fours, his head resting on the female's back. The male wolf was after more than just a quick handjob, his knot not satisfied until a proper tie with a hole, and he had just found a perfect one for it. He threw his front legs around the Wolvar's sides, mounting the man as he jabbed his dick between Suel's ass cheeks, his rod ramming inside, still lubricated with the female's juices and his own cum. Suel grunted as his ass was being bred, each buck from the large feral male forcing his own cock to drive deeper inside of the bitch he was buried in, the stack of three all moaning and panting together. The druid was the first to cum, his seed spilling out inside of the female's womb as she whined, her tail whacking against his side. His orgasm caused his tailhole to clench tightly, the alpha's knot just barely able to squeeze inside as the beast howled and let loose another load. 

Panting and growling, the five wolves humped and pounded away at the two visitors, the bear's holes filled to the brim while Suel's balls ached after having given everything he could to the females, his tailhole pumped full of the alpha's seed. Even after several hours of sweaty breeding, the canines didn't seem to have lost even a slight bit of their steam, the males still hard as hard as steel while the bitches still hungered for more. The Wolvar eventually dragged himself off to the side, completely out of breath and on the brink of passing out, a few scratches on his hide and a few tears on his outfit from the claws of the overly eager wolves. Erya managed to shake herself free of the horny canines as well, joining her companion, whispering to him between gasps of air, 
"Is it just me, or are these mutts completely insatiable?" 
"No… definitely not just you. I haven't seen stamina or lust like this since… well, never actually. This can't be natural, this has to be some sort of magic, or poisons, or… something!" 
"Either way, I don't think we're gonna be able to do much here, not with our current plan. We're gonna starve to death before any one of these beasts are satisfied."
"You're right, we're gonna need to rethink our approach. C'mon, back the way we came, slowly! And don't turn your back to them until we're well out of sight, I don't think I could pull you out of the big guy's grasp until he lets me."
Suel stumbled up onto his shaky legs, the duo carefully backing away, keeping their eyes on the wolves. The pack didn't seem happy to let their new playthings get away, snarling and growling, however their needs quickly began to well up once more, the group focusing their attention back to each other, the males mounting the females and ploughing them with uncaged fury. With the wolves' focus taken off of them, the Wolvar and the bear spun around and retreated off into the green shroud of the forest, the sounds of the feral orgy slowly fading away as they sprinted off. 

The pair of adventurers ran through the forests, eventually stopping for a moment to take a breath and make sure they weren't being followed. As Suel stood still and focused his senses, his ears up and his eyes sharp, he suddenly sensed something in the air, not a sound or a smell but something arcane. He looked around, the faint feeling of magic lingering all around the forest, the area the duo were standing in just a tiny bit more powerful than the surrounding woods. Erya noticed him looking around, glancing around before whispering, 
"What, what are you looking for?"
Suel finally spotted something carved into a tree only a few steps away from them, taking a closer look. The marks were fairly fresh, cut into the woods with some sort of a sharp blade, a pattern that he didn't recognise, 
"Look, here! I don't know what this is, but it's not just a pretty carving, I can sense some old magic in this!" 
Erya leaned in, her eyes squinting for a moment before she sighed, 
"The Horde." 
"What?" 
"These carvings, this is the Horde. The Tauren, more specifically. I used to live in Horde territory a while ago, I saw some of the Tauren carving symbols like this into the trees, some sort of runes or something. They used them usually for hunting or for securing their territory. I haven't seen this sort specifically, but it definitely looks like the same sort."
"Well this can't be a coincidence, the wolves behaving oddly in the woods marked with Horde carvings. Question is, what do we do about it?" 
"We could go and confront them about it."
"Very good way to end up in a stew or chained up as a slave."
"True, but I don't see what else to do about this whole thing."
Suel thought about the situation. Destroying the magical carvings might have some sort of an unintended effect, either on him and Erya or the wolves. And even if that wasn't the case, whoever carved them could simply return and restore the runes, so it wasn't a long term solution. He sighed and nodded, 
"Alright, we'll go and parley. But you're licking my wounds clean if we get into a scrap." 
Erya laughed and agreed, pushing the Wolvar forwards with her nose. 

The forest ran alongside the border between Alliance and Horde territories, being mostly on the Alliance side. There were no major Horde settlements near the forest, however Suel had gotten word of a small Tauren campsite being set up only a few hours away from the Nightelf town, fairly near where he had found the mystical carvings. The druid and Erya headed towards the last sighting of the camp, Suel morphing into a feline to nimbly run and thread his way through the trees, the bear keeping pace right behind him. At the edge of the forest, next to a large lake, they could see a plume of smoke rising high into the blue sky, a series of white tents standing in the field, several flags planted into the ground bearing Horde symbols. Spying on the camp from the treeline, they could see a hunting party of Tauren going out, leaving only a few behind to take care of the site. Taking the opportunity in case they had to fight, Suel and Erya approached the mostly empty camp about half an hour after they had spotted the hunters leaving, their approach not going undetected. Two Tauren already stood ready with their weapons in their hands, a third joining them as Suel walked up, his hands up in the air to show that he was not there to scuffle. The first Tauren was a mighty warrior, his light brown fur shielded in plate armour. The second was dressed in much lighter leather armour, his fur cream in colour, an old rifle in his hands. The third Tauren had mottled white and black fur, mana coursing through his veins as he held his staff at the ready. Standing a good few arm's distances away from the trio, the druid cleared his throat and tried his best to ignore the stares given to him, 
"I don't mean to disturb you, but…" 
The warrior cut him off, 
"You already have." 
"Well, I apologise for that, but I'd like to have a discussion with you. About the carvings in the forest."
The Tauren looked at each other with grins, quietly mumbling and laughing amongst themselves before the warrior spoke again, 
"What about them?" 
"They're causing some issues, both to the nearby town as well as to the wolves living in the forest."
"The town? You mean the town of elves, yes? I think you could already guess that we don't particularly care about any 'issues' we might be causing them."
"Well… what are the carvings for?"
The bulls stood silent with amused looks on their faces, the hunter finally opening his maw, 
"They're for amusement." 
"Amusement?" 
"We're a long way away from our families, from the warm arms of our lovers. We take comfort where we can, even if it has to be from a feral wolf."
"So you're forcing the wolves to be in constant heat so you can… sleep… with them?" 
"Yes."
Suel and Erya looked at each other, the same thought on both of their minds, 
"So what would it take for you to remove the carvings?" 
"Enough gold to buy everyone a whore. Daily."
"We… don't have enough for that."
"It's either that, or whores directly."
"Well, we don't necessarily have that either, but I believe we could come to some sort of an agreement on that front~" 

After a few moments of negotiation and a few unsure glances from the Tauren, the trio finally agreed to a trade: pleasure for them in return for the carvings being destroyed. They introduced themselves: Nawat the warrior, Tonesaa the hunter, and Muraco the shaman, before leading the Wolvar and the bear to the main tent of the camp, the three all stripping down their leg wear. The size of their bodies matched the size of their family jewels, the warrior stroking his impressive length as he looked down at Suel, grinning, 
"You sure you can take this, Alliance lackey~?" 
"Oh, don't you worry about me, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
With a wink, the druid morphed his body into the form of a feral stallion, his hooves thudding against the grass as he snorted and shook his head, his short brown mane swinging in the air. He turned around and lifted up his tail, his puffy donut at nearly the perfect height for the Tauren. Nawat laughed and spit onto his hand, slipping it underneath the horse's tail and spreading the makeshift lube all around until the hole was nice and glistening with his saliva, aiming his shaft while putting his other hand up onto Suel's flank. He thrust inside, the other two Tauren looking on and masturbating as he slammed his rod balls deep in one go, the equine braying. Suel felt his tailhole stretching as he was being hilted, his own shaft quickly growing to full erection, hanging below him and slapping up against his belly every time the bull in his asshole thrust. The Tauren grabbed his new playmate's tail for better leverage, pulling the feral back against his cock, grunting and huffing, the feeling of stallion ass being a nice change of pace for him. He felt his orgasm creeping closer and closer, his thrusts growing more frantic and furious before he finally buried himself as deep as he could, groaning while folding over onto the horse's back. Suel could feel the hot sperm filling up his bowels, his cheeks blushing as he pushed back against the bovine, grinding his ass on Nawat. His own dick flared up, jets of his seed spilling down onto the ground, the huge load pooling up under him as the pair both moaned. 

As her partner was being railed, Erya turned her attention to the two other Tauren still awaiting service, turning around and flashing her backside to the pair, her short tail flipped up and both of her holes tantalisingly swaying from side to side, the men both drooling from the sight alone. Muraco smirked at her, stroking her back, 
"Are you sure you don't want to take us in your natural form?" 
She laughed, playfully pushing him with her flank,
"I prefer being in this form. You could say that this IS my natural form, it certainly feels like it. And I'm sure you'll appreciate the feel of it as well~" 
The hunter quickly shoved the other Tauren out of his way as he stepped up to the bear, taking no time with foreplay or preparation before sinking his dick inside of her slit, her pussy lips parting as the girthy shaft split her open. She roared and dug the claws on her front paws into the soft ground, the feeling of being filled to the absolute brim warming her up. As Tonesaa was still fucking her, the shaman put a hand on his shoulder, angrily glaring at him, 
"I have the right to have my way with her first!" 
"Oh, what a surprise. Old man can't compete with strength or speed so he resorts to 'rights' and 'traditions'." 
"You don't speak to me like that! I'll crush your…" 
Sensing the rising tensions building up right behind her, Erya quickly took it upon herself to deescalate the situation, quickly shifting her weight backwards and bowling the hunter down, sitting on top of him, his length still nestled in her cunt. With the other Tauren laying on the ground under her, the bear's tailhole was wide open for Muraco to use. She looked back with a grin, 
"No need to fight over me, boys. Plenty of ways to get rid of those needs~" 
Happy with the solution, the shaman stepped over his hot headed brethren and slid his dick into the feral's ass, sighing with satisfaction. Erya gyrated her backside up and down, riding the hunter while the other bovine used her ass, milking them both at the same time. After a few moments of gasping and groaning, she felt the bull under her exploding deep in her cunt, drops of the thick liquid seeping down from her pussy lips as moaned. The second Tauren wasn't far behind, able only to get a few more thrusts in before cumming in her tailhole, pulling out to shoot the second half of his load all over her back, the creampie from her ass leaking out and dripping onto Tonesaa's belly fur. 

The Tauren being a particularly vigorous race, the three bulls weren't satisfied with just a quick session and a single orgasm, the three spending the next few hours on breeding Suel and Erya side by side, swapping with each other to give each hole a try. By the end of it, the horse and the bear were both lying on the ground, creampied and leaking from all sides. Suel transformed himself back into his natural form, grabbing onto a table and pulling himself up to his feet, the Tauren downing tankards of mead and laughing as they rested from their day of fun. The druid stretched and took a long breath before turning to the Horde soldiers, 
"So… we're even then? You'll take down those carvings in the woods?" 
Nawat grinned and took a gulp of his drink before wiping his muzzle with his hand, 
"As long as you keep up with your end of the bargain, yes. You two will keep visiting here and entertaining us three, and we have no need to meddle with the pups in the forest. I do warn you however, I cannot guarantee that none of my other brethren get the same idea that we did. Maybe you should recruit some of the elves from that little town, make sure that the entirety of our camp is kept happy and entertained~"
He roared with laughter and slapped his knee, the druid pointing at the group, 
"Just be sure that you stick to the agreement. We're being very diplomatic for the sake of protecting nature, but that doesn't mean we won't resort to harsher means if that's what it takes. I'm sure that headquarters would be very eager to mobilise troops here if I were to send them a report about Horde raiding parties being camped this close to the front line."
"Threats don't suit your muzzle, Alliance dog. I think my cock fits in it a lot better."
The Tauren all broke down in a fit of laughter once more, Suel shaking his head and sighing as he helped Erya get back up onto her feet, the pair both smeared and soaked with the seed of both feral wolves and Horde soldiers. 

The adventuring duo stumbled out of the Tauren camp, hobbling into the cover of the forest before the rest of the Horde soldiers arrived and spotted them. They took a moment to breathe and relax once in the safety of the shadows, their clothes and their fur both thoroughly stained, the pair reeking like a cheap whorehouse. Suel chuckled as he tried to wipe off a rope of cum from one of his ass cheeks, only managing to rub and smear it further into his brown fur,
"I'm not sure the siblings are gonna be thrilled if we walked into their store in this state."
Erya giggled with him, 
"I don't think the elves would even let us into their town like this, let alone that store. The guard hounds would probably chew right through their collars to jump us, I can still barely smell anything except the heat." 
"There should still be a bit of daylight left, how about we take a little break and clean ourselves off before we go fetch our rewards?" 
"That sounds like a wonderful idea."
Suel and the feral bear stopped at a small river feeding into the nearby lake on their way back to the town, the Wolvar stripping his clothes off before throwing himself into the current, sighing as he soaked in the warm water, Erya nuzzling up alongside him. He helped scrub the cum off of her fur before doing the same to himself as well as his clothes, setting the rags to dry out under the hot sun while they enjoyed the rest of the bath, finally clambering out of the river after an hour. They let their fur dry for a while, Suel needing to reapply the ursine's paint to disguise her as a druid once more, the sun on the way down beyond the horizon by the time they were on the road to the town again. They stepped inside of the store, the brother and sister smiling and waving at them, Fellorn sighing happily,
"Ah, thank goodness, you've returned! I was starting to worry slightly." 
His sibling smirked, crossing her arms while she looked at him, 
"See, I told you! My brother always worries about everything and everyone, but I knew you'd be just fine. I assume the… uhh… issues have been taken care of?" 
Suel nodded, 
"Yes, the wolves should be their normal selves now. Probably won't be seeing much of them in the next few days, I'd imagine they'll be dead tired and sleeping off the exhaustion."
"So… what was it that…?" 
She paused before shaking her head, 
"Nevermind, maybe better that I don't know. You're probably waiting for your reward, just a moment!" 
The night elf disappeared under the counter, coming back up after a few seconds with a pair of boots in her hands, the old leather murky and fraying. Suel and Erya stared at the supposed reward, the siblings blushing and coughing awkwardly, the brother finally stepping forwards, 
"I… did mention that we haven't exactly had much in the way of customers or supply convoys coming into the town because of those wolves, right?" 
The Wolvar picked up the old boots, staring at the small holes that a rat had seemed to have chewed on the back of them, Alarias putting on as big of a smile as she could, 
"They're… enchanted! You've… got that going for… them…" 
Suel sighed and tossed the pair into his backpack, shrugging, 
"Well, it's something."
"Wait, no. We… we can't let you leave with such a meager reward, you might very well have saved our town! We may not have much to give you in terms of gold or equipment, but maybe there's… something else you two might enjoy~?" 
Suel and the bear turned around to see the elves standing side by side, the woman whispering something into her brother's ear, a big grin on his face. 

The siblings invited the duo into the back room of the store, winking at each other before the pair transformed, their bodies taking on a feral shape, their clothes disappearing as their druidic magic morphed them. The brother stepped forwards in the form of a large stag, his fur as white as snow, majestic antlers sticking out of the top of his head. He gently bowed his head towards the bear, his tapering cock already peeking out of his sheath as he smiled with a mix of impish playfulness and gratitude. Erya was slightly taken aback, not expecting the sort of reward for her heroics, glancing at Suel for feedback. The Wulvar only nodded at her, his eyes already roaming the sister's feral body. Getting the go ahead for some fun from her partner, Erya stepped forwards and nuzzled the deer's bowed head, her muzzle rubbing against his, giving him a lick on his nose before turning around and showing off her slit. Fellorn stuffed his face under her stubby tail, immersing himself in her magnificent scent, his tongue slipping out and gliding across her pussy lips almost by instinct. She growled and pushed her hindquarters backwards against his muzzle, pushing his tongue in deeper, her juices smearing all across his face and lips as she rubbed her backside on him. Even after a day full of breeding and fucking, Erya still felt her feral needs building up in her loins, looking back over her shoulder and starting the transformed elf right in his eyes, saying only two simple words, 
"Mount me~!"
Happy to obey, the stag hopped on top of the ursine and quickly thrust his rod inside of her, his nostrils flaring as he snorted and huffed, her walls gripping on his length hard whenever he thrust it inside. She felt a day's worth of stress and worries building up in her, her muscles tensing up as she moaned, all of it suddenly releasing as she orgasmed, her nectar shooting all over the druid's legs. Her spasming pussy made him groan and grind his teeth together, his load shooting deep inside of her slit while he was completely sheathed in her, his front legs draped over her shoulders. 

Suel felt his heart skipping a beat as he looked at the cheetah slowly prowling towards him, Alarias' glimmering silver eyes staring up at him, a gentle purring filling the air as her slender form slithered and sprinted. She nimbly jumped up onto a table before bouncing directly onto the Wolvar's chest, knocking him down onto the ground, leaving her standing on top of him. She flipped around, giving him a quick and growl before pulling his loincloth aside with her teeth, her tail snaking in the air in a mesmerising fashion, her pink pussy occasionally peeking out from underneath it as it tickled his muzzle. The cheetah grinned as she found the male already rock hard, a bead of precum rolling down onto his knot as she wrapped her lips around the very tip of it, licking and suckling it, Suel leaning back and grunting. Alarias turned around, her paws resting on his chest as she pushed her head against his, purring as she rubbed herself on his cheek, both druids smiling. Suel gently grabbed onto the feline's slim body, running his fingers down onto her belly, his fingertips rolling over her teats before finding their way to her flank, her cunt nearly glowing with fiery warmth. He pressed two fingers on either side of her pussy lips, slowly spreading her open as she backed up, her backside finally pressing against Suel's cock. He guided her opening onto his tip, the cat closing her eyes and moaning as she took him in, more and more of his length gliding down into her tight snatch. He bent his knees and planted his feet against the wooden floor to get some power behind his thrusts, his hands holding onto her ass as he rammed her, the cheetah laying down on top of him, her muzzle buried under his chin. He could feel her heartbeat, her breathing tickling him as he neared the finish line, her slit only barely gaping far enough for him to tie her. The two both gasped in unison as he began pouring his sperm in her, a few spurts leaking out from beneath the tight fit of his knot, smearing onto her fur as he rubbed her bulging belly. 

The four all laid together on the hard floor, panting and huffing, both of the pairings licking and kissing each other, the males letting the rest of their seed drain into the females. Alarias grinned at Suel, still lying on his lap with his knot buried in her pussy, purring with joy, 
"So, would this be sufficient for your payment?"
"Yeah… I think that'll… that'll do. What'dya think, Erya?" 
The bear could barely open her eyes, still soaring high from her orgasm, a puddle of her drool pooling around her muzzle as she nodded her head, 
"Much better than those old boots, that's for sure."
Just as Suel laid his hand onto the cheetah's head to pet her, a sound echoed out from the store floor, the voice of a slightly worried sounding male, 
"Uhh… anyone back there? I… I'd like to pay for my items. The… door wasn't locked, so I assumed you were still open. Do… do you want me to come back at some other time?" 
Alarias' eyes shot open, the cat tugging herself free of the Wulvar's knot as she grimaced and changed back into her normal form, pulling her skirt down to cover her creampied pussy as she cursed and hobbled towards the door, her brother struggling to not burst out giggling,
"Yes… I shall be right out, just a moment sir!" 
The stag pulled himself out of Erya, also morphing back into a night elf before huffing, giving the ursine a few last pats on her side, 
"Well, while my sister takes care of the clients, I'll have to thank you both once more."
Suel shook his hand, 
"Oh, it was no issue, really. Do send us a message in case the trouble appears again, though we'll also be coming around every now and then to… take care of some business."
"Well if you're in the area, our shop is always open for the both of you. As are our bedrooms~" 
Suel and Erya exited out of the backdoor, giving Alarias a friendly wave before starting their trek out of the town, tired and fulfilled.