Who’s Mounting Who
by
Varien Quill

Darkshore. The single, long coast of shadowy forests, ancient Elven ruins, despair, and a peculiar absence of sunlight. While initially, this region seems to be full of hopelessness, evil, and danger hiding in every corner, the Night Elves' rangers made sure to make this place at least a bit habitable, especially for those who have to travel to Ashenvale through here.
One of those brave, long-eared warriors was no other but Tiaevia, a relatively young woman ready to fulfill her destiny. And anything that was in her current job description as well. Despite her age, she was still far more experienced than the oldest of the humans, but most of them were on the other continent, far away from her places of interest.
The strongly built ranger wasn't alone when leaving the docks on the north of Darkshore. Her loyal steed, Malorae, did his best to help her tall, violet-skinned companion through all the hazards that awaited both of them.
He wasn't exactly a horse but an equine creature usually called Nightmare, a dark-furred one with a purple, sickle-like horn on its forehead. The steed looked far more dangerous and powerful than so-called unicorns, but the looks could deceive.
"Stay here. I'm sure I've heard something." Tiaevia stopped her companion, swiftly jumping off him, landing in a kneeled position that looked rather obnoxious. Nightmare snorted, not impressed by such silly behavior.
"Shush. My friend showed it to me and it just looks... how she put that... cool." She said, knowing that her colleague was probably too influenced by the eastern culture. "No matter, be patient and I'll be back sooner than you could say 'carrot', alright?"
The steed was getting impatient, not being amused by her strange behavior one bit. It was how she reacted to stress, being in a region where a life and death scenario was happening constantly with each traveled mile.
Now completely serious and focused, Tiaevia prepared her bow and arrows, slowly stepping towards the beach. Night Elves were incredible in blending into the environment, sneaking without making any sounds. But a sandy shore with no bushes or trees wasn't exactly best for her tactics. Still trying to be quiet, she slowly approached a partially sunk wreckage with a mostly torn sail waving in the wind. 
Suddenly, she could hear a gurgling noise, mixed with crunching, mumbling, and slurping. The disgusting sounds didn't turn her stomach, being a witness of far worse scenarios. The elf placed her bow on her back, switching to her long, obsidian dagger. After a few more steps, she finally saw it.
Thin, resembling a mohawk hairstyle fin, swayed lightly towards the side while the owner was too busy with a rather foul-looking treasure. A malnourished Murloc gnawed on the years-old bones where there was little to no meat on them. Even if there was, it could be nothing but a fatal poison to him. But Tiaevia wasn't an expert on Murloc's anatomy.
After making a few more awful noises, the barely intelligent beast turned its head. The ranger noticed a massive scar across its bulging eye, but it shouldn't be the detail she should be focused on.
"Mrrggrrraaarl!" The Murloc tossed the treat of questionable nutrition, reaching for his spear. An easy target, she thought. But she underestimated him, forgetting one, important rule. Always, always fear old ones in a profession where others die young. In this example, a Murloc veteran in species that perish almost as quickly as they breed.
A handful of sand hit her face, making the ranger avert her gaze. although being experienced enough to trust her other senses. It was still too late to avoid the strike towards one of her legs, surprisingly powerful for someone their size.
After landing on her behind, she luckily was still holding her dagger. The Murloc on the other hand was using the blunt part of his weapon, apparently trying to bludgeon and humiliate her with it. Or perhaps just fatigue her enough before he finishes the job.
After another strike, this time on her chest, the aquatic beast didn't expect something which should be more than obvious. Being defeated by his weapon.
Another handful of ash-like sand was tossed, but not by Murloc who got smacked at his face, stunning him for a second. It was enough time to make this humiliation to be the last.
Before her enemy could have another shot to defeat the elf, a long blade pierced his throat with ease. He made a few last gurgling noises, shaking his body violently and finally collapsing on the beach after she removed her weapon with freezingly cold anger.
"I would say I'm getting too old for this, but I barely started my journey on this world..." she said, placing her dagger back into her leather scabbard. "I need to rest. Malorae will not like this..."

*****

"Stop looking at me like that, okay? Maybe it was just one Murloc but... there was something different about him. Stronger... smarter. Like aura of this dreadful place was affecting all the creatures around here. I'm just lucky it wasn't one of the nagas if my theory is correct..."
Nightmare snorted and shook its head in annoyance, staring at the elf, resting beside the fire which she made nearby an abandoned outpost. They had a lot of work to do before reporting in Ashenvale, yet here they were, building camp after getting out of the boat just recently.
"Not only I'm sweaty, but also some of the blood and seawater got on my clothes. Turn over, I need to remove them first..." she said, not expecting that her steed would comply. Even if it was a male, it wasn't like they could flirt with each other. She was pretty sure of that.
Tiaevia placed most of the clothing on the spare blanket, letting it dry. It will not make them clean, but at least they will not burn her skin after walking in them for too long. She sat near the fire, throwing a few more sticks into it. It seemed like the flames started right back. But those were Nightmare's glowing eyes, with a piercing gaze.
The Void Elf looked away, not knowing what that creature wanted. Before realizing how shamefully exposed she was. Heavy, perfectly shaped breasts were clearly outlined under the tight bra, while an impressive bulge appeared on her panties, almost bursting the material with such primal strength.
Even if she was a female, Tiaevia was packing quite a monster between her rather muscular, purple legs, along with heavy spheres in the stretched ball sack. But it still wasn't a reason why Malorae would oogle at her with questionable intent.
"Didn't you see a naked elf before? Maybe I'm not like other women, but I still have tits. Besides, we aren't compatible. You're not even a bipedal, just a horse!"
The 'horse' snorted and neighed, clearly offended by her words. He trotted to her from the side, clearly demanding an apology. And he was serious about it.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Now, could we have some rest?" she said, when the equine beast grunted one last time, before sitting nearby, trying to be silent for now.
The elf sighed in relief, and got comfortable on the blanket, deciding to take a short, so-called power nap. But before she could do it, a previous adrenaline rush caused a lot of stress, which needed relief. Seeing that her steed had finally closed eyes, she reached under her material, which felt too tight for her liking.
Gasping, a long and thick equine-like shaft sprunt to the open air, along with the sheath and both of her balls. While her anatomy was rather bizarre, it was still impressive and a source of envy. Smirking to herself, she started to rub the exposed flesh, while talented fingers teased along the 'ring' in the middle of it. 
"What now?" She said, hearing something move, now standing beside her. It was the Nightmare, but the elf was curious about what he needed exactly this time.
Looking under him, she noticed an even thicker, lengthier cock, almost touching the grassy ground with its flared, wet tip. She wasn't sure if she should act shocked, disgusted, or vastly dazzled. But still, she was left speechless.
"Oh... what? Listen, I'm in the middle of something. Why don't you do the same and leave me alone for five minutes?" She blurted out, still with her dick in hand, which twitched beggingly for more attention. "Who am I kidding. You don't have hands. Just... come here and do not speak about it, alright? I see you're also stressed and in need.
The steed neighed quietly in approval, coming closer to her companion, who removed the rest of her clothing, now exposed in her entire glory. Judging by her dark purple nipples alone, she was more than excited for some fun and desires of the flesh.
"Did it get bigger last time I saw it? I don't think I could have such a leviathan between my groins. And those orbs are full of seed, I can feel it..." Tiaevia complimented his genitals, feeling them with both of her hands, kissing his sack with love.
While massaging her shaft with one hand, the other would weigh his colossal testicles, then rub along the throbbing, equine penis afterward. His sack while sweaty, tasted divine and musky at the same time, full of masculinity and pure, feral strength.
The steed neighed once more, trying to be patient with his companion who took her time with teasing and massage. After taking a more comfortable position, she guided the broad, fleshy tip towards her lips.
"You can push, but be careful. This beast of a cock could pierce me all the way through." She warned him, knowing well what could happen, trying to avoid the worst scenario. The Nightmare listened, being patient with her at a quite slow pace. 
Tiaevia used her tongue to swirl around the tip, avoiding the tiny opening on purpose, using her hands to rub both herself and the male in unity, pleasuring both with care. She worshipped that shaft, amazed by its size, smell, and power, still twitching at her face.
Knowing she took long enough, the Void Elf opened her mouth wide, engulfing the whole head, groaning to herself like she just tasted a wonderful, tasty treat. The steed forgot about the promise, pushing himself forward, wanting more of his cock to be wettened by her tongue and inside of the mouth. Luckily for her, she was trained enough to endure it, letting the shaft be shoved further into her throat.
She sucked on it hard, her moves getting rapidly quickly while stroking that horsecock, clearly milking it from its potent fluids. Her throat bulged visibly, showing how far the steed got inside her, not having an intention to stop for a moment.
Tiaevia could smack his balls, forcing him to stop, but decided to let him go, using her like a toy. The throbbing continued, while the equine wheezed and clopped its forehooves against the ground, clearly close to its climax. She didn't know about her talent, able to relieve that beast so quickly, but somewhat hoped this wouldn't be the end.
Neighing loudly and for a long moment, Nightmare shot long ropes of thick, sticky cum directly into her stomach, filling it up quite visibly. It was far from the whole load he had in him, but it was still much more than she expected.
With a gasp, she breathed heavily right after Malorae pulled out his wet and still hard penis, still not fully satisfied. And obviously, she didn't get off either, her dick twitching painfully and leaking a clear liquid out of the tiny hole.
"Give me a second, you feral beast. We're not finished yet. But this time don't restrain yourself and go all in, alright? Don't care about my well-being, because I need it." While Nightmare wasn't exactly sure what she meant by those words, she supported herself on all four limbs, raising her bare ass with a hanging low cock and ball sack under it, wetting the grass with pre cum.
"It's all yours..." she said, spreading her hole between those plump ass cheeks, ready for the worst. A strangle gleam in the steed's eyes wasn't visible to her, while he started approaching the cock, thirsty female.
She braced herself, while Nightmare stood above her, hitting her back with his shaft, trying to guide itself towards the hole. After a struggle and a few changes in his position, he finally made it. Most of the gigantic, almost gargantuan-sized erection entered her asshole, making her lose breath for a second, right before letting out a long moan.
"By the Cenarius!" She yelled, clearly not being careful enough of nearby dangers in this still evil forest. But it wasn't in her mind now, wanting more and more of that skilled monster, penetrating her insides with its fleshy spear. She raised one of her hands, pulling hard on one of the nipples, adding more to the mixture of wonderful pleasure and numbing pain.
Her equine-like cock bounced with each of his dominant actions, slapping his heavy ball sack against her buttocks with full force, leaving light red marks on the skin. Tiaevia realized she didn't need any more of the stimulation on her shaft. The monstrous pounding in her insides was more than enough to make her arousal grow along with lust towards her mount. 
They both wheezed, sweating like pair of primitives in a primal dance of flesh, an animal and proud Void Elf, who currently was submitting her own body with absolutely no shame. But that wasn't important to her like they were in some kind of bubble, where rules of the real world didn't apply here.
Moaning like it was her first time having sex, with each throb she shot a few long loads of her semen, coating the ground with it, making an alarmingly large puddle on it. Soon after, the steed quickened its pace, while the cock was still visible through her skin as an astounding bulge. Nightmare neighed, pouring a second load of cum, filling her stomach from the other side, inflating her at a dangerous speed, but luckily she didn't burst from such an amount of bodily fluids.
The cock flopped out of her, leaking the rest of the semen around, while Nightmare collapsed next to her. The elf woman did the same, groaning and grasping her now massive belly, leaking visibly from her asshole.
"Now that was what we needed, don't you think? If that was just a small treat for motivation, I can't wait for what will happen if we'll finish our job..." she chuckled, lying next to the exhausted beast, rubbing her cheek against his.
"I never expected to be mounted in my life..."