The Ironforge basement market boomed; the noise was unimaginable. The blazing fires in giant hearths carved into the stone walls every ten meters really weren't necessary; in their absence, the place would have been heated thoroughly by all the people! Customers of all species seeking a good bargain in every kind of trade good formed queues that wrapped around each other and circled back on each other and formed interesting, natural knots before the shopfronts in every wall.

Her change purse dangling on rope tied to her leather belt and bumping against her ass as she did her best to hurriedly weave through the crowd, Jerv the anthro wolvar really didn't have time to wait in any line. She brushed against people saying “excuse me” out of pure habit and to no avail, and she turned more than  a few heads as the repeated act made the loincloth she was wearing in front—the only thing she was wearing downstairs—fly up and turn so the only thing it was covering was her leg; but she really didn't have time to worry about that either.

Eventually, she literally stumbled into a little back room, darkly lit and heavily incensed, with no lines and no people except for the proprietor, an old-looking gnome whose head barely made it over his stone counter. His right eyebrow comically rose as he gave the wide-hipped wolverine a lascivious grin and looked her over. Swishing her white-striped tail, she mechanically adjusted her loincloth so it covered her plump, pink pussy lips once more.

“Well haven't you come to the right place, Little Lady. What can I do you for?” In the well practiced dance of a conventional seedy salesman, he spread his hands in gesture to the clearly labeled goods covering the stone slab in front of him.

“Something, anything, quick!” Jerv blurted out without realizing quite how literally the gnome's dirty mind would take it.

	The gnome walked out from behind the counter, discreetly but obviously picking up on the way a small potion bottle full of some red, viscous liquid that (looked quite a lot like blood and) was unlabeled except for a paw print on the front and a price tag hanging from it by a string (which had several prices crossed out on it above where the current price had been hastily scribbled with an ink pen). “Why in such a rush?” he said slowly, purposefully irritating his customer.

“My flight's in less than an hour,” she told him.

“And you're here for what purpose, if I may ask, Madam?”

“Souvenir. For my lover's other lover.”

“Oh ho!” he said, taking turning around, rummaging, and turning back to Jerv while producing the bottle he had been holding the whole time as if he had just acquired it. “This little item is exactly what you need,” he asserted.

Jerv didn't care. “What is it, perfume? No, too thick. Whatever.” She began the process of untying her change purse.

“No, no!” The proprietor was quick to wave his hands. “No charge. But do tell your friends about this little hole in the wall.” He was slowly approaching her as Jerv was looking back over her shoulder to fix her purse and belt. “I'm sure to see some lively business with such a lovely lady”—he  accentuated this bit of the sentence with a long grope underneath Jerv's loincloth—“advertising for us.”

The wolvar jumped and scowled but remembered herself. “Well thank you, Little Man,” she told him, smirking angrily; turned tail; and ran out of the hall.

Twenty minutes of running later, she made it back to just in time for her mate, Suel (a male wolvar who was practically her mirror image), to help her up with him on the gryphon's back. The wind rushed in their faces as their flight took off, impeding conversation momentarily. Jerv clung to Suel, leaning over his back with her arms locked around his waist.

“You get what you needed?” Suel asked her when they had reached cruising altitude.

“Yeah,” Jerv told him in a kind of a shout over the rush of wind, “I can't believe I forgot her birthday.”

“I told you, it's alright!” Suel shouted back. “You got her something, and she just likes things, you know. She can't wait 'till we go on our next vacation so she can see what she's going to get then.”

...As it so happened, when Erya's birthday came the next week and the feral bear girl sat on her behind and opened her present with greedy claws, her only reaction to the gift was to blush and laugh loudly. “I think you'll get better use out of this!” she said, handing the stoppered bottle with the paw on it back to Jerv.

Jerv took it hesitantly and cocked her head to the side. “So you know what this is?” she asked Erya.

“Not a clue,” Erya said, shaking her head and continuing to laugh.

* * * *

About a half year later: the local service gryphon landed them safely in their second vacation destination. Jerv climbed down without a hitch and landed neatly on bare soil. Suel's eyes closed involuntarily as his foot missed the stirrup, he took a flying leap, and he landed face first in the mud. Rolling onto his back and panting, he loudly cursed them making “those footholds” too small as Jerv bent over double next to him laughing.

“Maybe your feet are too big,” Jerv told him.

“Yeah, yeah,” muttered Suel and was about to get up when he suddenly plopped his head back down in the mud and grinned. “Damn, that boy has big balls,” he said, utilizing his position to stare up between the gryphon's hind legs.

The gryphon blushed and chuckled while he undid the belt he was wearing that held the passenger- and baggage compartments on his back while he was in flight. “I get that a lot,” he said. “I'm glad you like them.”

It had somehow become the middle of the night while they were in transit; the lamps on the front of every building in Astranaar were glowing brightly but still did little to abate the layers of darkness piled on by the shadowy forest canopy. It was also quite cold even though it was the middle of summer. They had already reserved a room at the inn some weeks earlier; as promised, a short and stocky night elf (a rare breed) met them and took their bags. Fortunately, it wasn't that far to the inn, but they shivered all the way there.

Suel was too busy staring at Jerv's swishing tail to recognize that he too would have to walk up the same steps up to the front door of the inn that she was; he tripped and stumbled forward up them.

“Whoa!” he said.

“Naughty,” she said, playfully smacking his head as he removed it from her rump.

Standing back up, he teetered this way and that before having to jump off the steps and try again from the bottom. “Hoo boy,” he muttered. “If cliff diving tomorrow goes anything like tonight has so far, you can count on digging me an early grave.”

Jerv didn't have much to say to that except to giggle as they walked into the inn. The elf led them straight up to their room on the second floor. “You can check in tomorrow,” he said simply, setting their two bags down in their room and closing the door behind him.

For the price, they certainly got the room that they wanted! Large bed, curtains, floral wallpaper that actually matched the decor, private water closet, and a window that looked out over the town's wide main street.

“See, I told you no one wanted to come here these days:” Suel boasted his skills in thrift.

“Could that possibly be because it's under attack?” giggled Jerv.

“I'll put you under attack,” Suel retorted lamely and bent her over the bed, playhumping her in the dark room, only having to give a few before his knotty bone tented his loincloth and rubbed between her legs.

Jerv yawned, ignoring him, and climbed into bed. “Better not. Early day tomorrow,” she told him flatly and practically.

Suel whined, but Jerv didn't give in. “Save it,” she said, grinning.

* * * *

They lucked out and got the perfect warm day for doing everything their hearts desired. Sun broke through the canopy of the southwestern Ashenvale forest from a cloudless sky and lit the wide, well beaten path they were following towards Stonetalon Peak, steadily climbing uphill along the edge of the ocean. There was a cool breeze off the water that also provided them with the beautiful percussion of the waves against the cliff faces.

“Geez, why we never have come here before beats me,” said Jerv, squeezing her mate's paw as they walked.

“I am bored out of my MIND,” said Suel.

Jerv laughed loudly. “Well... I was hoping to save it for when we were through diving and were back at the inn, but I guess it can't hurt to try it,” she said, feigning disinterest. She turned over her shoulder, fished around in her backpack, and eventually produced the paw-print vial she'd picked up in Ironforge.

Suel's expression was the true form of nonplussedness. “What's that?”

“The potion Erya wouldn't take for her birthday.”

“She ever tell you what it was? I know she knew.”

“It's supposed to make you irresistible,” grinned Jerv.

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” murred Suel, undoing his loincloth without missing a beat and stepping up to Jerv to untie hers.

“Easy, Boy,” she said, snickering and swatting his paws away. “She said it usually takes a half hour to set in fully.”

“Aw, shit,” Suel mumbled and sat down on the forest floor. “I have to wait again?”

“Also,” said Jerv, turning to him, “we probably don't want to be along the main path when it does set in.” She winked down at him. “There are other groups coming this way today.”

“Good point!” said Suel, scrambling back to his feet, grabbing up his loincloth on the way. He took her paw and ran off the path with her through the high brush until the two popped out on a grassy clifftop overlooking the ocean.

“Ooh...” Jerv stopped and slowly walked up to the cliff and looked around. “What a place to do it. You are so romantic, Honey!” She hugged him and giggled, fully aware that he had found it completely by accident in his rush to mate. “Okay, so we... I guess we drink it? Half each? Maybe that's dangerous; We don't really know how strong-”

Suel snatched it out of her paws and chugged half. “Hey, that's not blood at all; it's berries!” He licked his lips. “Sweet.” He held the bottle back out for her.

Jerv looked at him for a second in disbelief before taking the bottle back. “Okay...” She drank the rest in one gulp and couldn't help licking her lips too. “I'm getting the feeling we're not making it to the peak today.”

“Oh, we're making it there,” growled Suel, “LOTS of times. ...Oh, my GOD, where's that coming from?” He stood there and visibly shivered all the way down his body, and his cock sprang out of his sheath and swelled up totally full, as he frantically sniffed the air around him, leading him to Jerv. He pressed his nose into her fur, making her giggle, and sniffed down her chest and tummy to her loincloth. “You smell so... delicious!” he moaned, ripping her loincloth off her with his right paw and burying his muzzle in between her legs, tongue stroking up Jerv's swollen pussy lips as they drooled copiously.

Jerv couldn't help herself. She forgot everything and grabbed Suel's ears, holding him there firmly as her legs wobbled and heat shot up through her. “Didn't... didn't...” she panted, “have to wait... half hour... Oh YES, Suel!”

He dug his nose in at the top of her slit and puffed hot air against her enlarged clit as he stuck his tongue up inside her as far as he could get, lowering his angle of approach so he could lap inside her, his wide, hot, soft tongue slipping in along the back of her tunnel, curling deep inside her, and stroking the front of her tunnel on the way out. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward while pulling back with her paws on the back of his head, and he murred and kept doing the things and touching the places with his silky, squirmy muscle that made her gasp the loudest.

A couple minutes later, she made a loud gasp and clenched the fur on the back of his head in her paws, so, thinking she was about to cum, he clung to her extra tightly and stayed attached even when she tried to move away. But he was very mistaken. He and she were yanked up, by one arm each, into the clutches of two large, brown furbolgs—their massive, red members tenting their fundoshi something terrible, enough to see them bobbing around the sides of the underwear, all eight hard inches each of them, tapered to their menacing tips. Without time to react, Suel and Jerv just hung there, legs kicking. The one holding Suel grinned at the one holding Jerv: “You let me at that one's cunny first, I take the male, and you have her after.”

“Deal,” said the other and walked Jerv over to him. Jerv was placed on the ground and held down, her front body pressed into the grass and dirt while the furbolg behind her, as he kept one paw latched around Suel's wrist, knelt down behind the girl, tore off his fundoshi, and pulled up on her tail as he sunk his giant meat down Jerv's pussy. So turned on already from how Suel had been licking her, Jerv couldn't take it. She wanted to struggle, but she felt her slippery-tight pussy lips hugging the monster's meat and lubing it up with thick juices. He penetrated right to the back of her tunnel and tried to push farther and fill her up completely but couldn't get through her cervix. Jerv moaned, tears coming to her eyes, but felt hot and tight in her tummy and couldn't stop getting wetter and looser, fitting the big bear inside. She was about to cum all over him in shame when he pulled out and took Suel in his arms.

He took Suel over to a tree at the edge of the clearing and pushed him up against it, holding the wolverine's waist. “Don't worry,” the furbolg growled in his ear, “I take care of you,” and positioned his cock up under Suel's tail. Suel shivered, about to be totally taken advantage of but shivering with arousal nonetheless thanks to the potion. He couldn't stop his cock from bobbing and squirting pre, knot throbbing, and his whole body felt like it wanted to just give in and be taken. The furbolg rubbed his piece of hard meat up and down under Suel's tail, wetting the wolvar's tight pucker. Then the tip got shoved in suddenly; Suel cried out and clamped on the intruder desperately, spritzing the tree he was being made to lean against heavily with pre. But the furbolg's cock was wet and tapered even though it was massive, and Suel kept feeling it slip into him easily, stretching him as the furbolg took his sweet time.

The wolvar cried out in pain at first, clenching his teeth until all ten inches were inside him and the tip of the furbolg's cock penetrated his most inner depths while the thick base stretched him relentlessly. He breathed hard and tried to relax, ceasing his struggle. The giant bear's cock was getting pulled out, then it slammed back in nice and hard and stiffened up inside Suel, spurting pre. Suel felt himself tighten and clamp down as the bear drew back again, but he tried to loosen up so that he wouldn't get pounded so hard on the next thrust; and, inadvertently, he built up a rhythm with his captor. The furbolg pounded him harder and harder, still using full strokes with his whole rod, and he leaned over Suel, growling with pleasure in the wolvar's right ear. Suel held the tree and pushed back. The pain was fading, and the pressure being put on his prostate plus the stroking all up and down his smooth, now slick tunnel was making a level of heat he'd never felt before build inside him.

Suel suddenly felt his nuts clench. He was going to cum hard. He moaned out loudly and held back the rush of hot cum that had shot up inside him. As he tried, he clenched his tailhole down hard and held it. He could feel his tail straining down against the furbolg. There was too much cum to hold back; his cock began to drool thick, white fluid at his feet. As the flood gates began to rupture. Tears ran down Suel's face as his cock jerked up hard and sprayed the tree with a long, forceful blast of semen. He held back again, but a second hard blast came, a huge glob rushing up through him and out his bone. After that, he lost control and wet the tree down like a firehose, spurt after spurt pouring out of him... and, with each spurt, a hard clench on the furbolg's cock. The furbolg slammed his length into Suel and released, splashing so much hot seed up inside the wolvar's ass that it dribbled out before he was anywhere near done. But at last it ended, the furbolg buried inside Suel as he held his prey lovingly.

Meanwhile, Jerv got pushed down on the ground again, and the furbolg behind her slowly undid his fundoshi and rubbed his smooth, hot cock up her ass cheeks and into her tail, body lunged over hers as he held her down by her shoulders. She couldn't go anywhere if she wanted to, and, to her shame, she needed to cum more than she needed to get away, perhaps because of the potion. Her mind was in a tizzy, the world floated before her eyes. Suddenly, in the furbolg went, suddenly, up inside of her, stretching her and immediately nudging her cervix, unable to get his full length inside her. He growled and stiffened up, spraying pre all over her tunnel while she desperately clenched on him, a big warmth building inside of her, secretly relieved to be filled up again. Moaning, she bucked back against him in an attempt to get more of him inside, and he growled in her right ear with pleasure.

He slowly pulled his long length from her—she could feel it slipping away and stroking her as it went—and slammed back in nice and hard. She helped him repeat this act again and again, pushing back and up against him as he plowed her. Jerv's arms shook as she suddenly came, womb clenching so hard that she was sure she was going to die right there, juice flooding her tunnel and exploding out of her all over the furbolg's thighs as her tunnel clamped and rippled. Now exquisitely juicy and hot inside—and loose enough to take the furbolg's thick meat swiftly—she just lay there and closed her eyes as he pounded her, knocking against the back of her tunnel over and over with his blunt tip. She made meek moans but didn't struggle, and the giant bear took advantage.

She kept involuntarily clenching on him as he pushed in, squeezing him each time he reached the back of her tunnel, bringing out a rude splorting sound every time he pulled back. Her slippery lips kissed him and sucked him in as they wet her thighs and dripped onto the ground between her legs. The furbolg's thrusts got shorter, faster, and more erratic suddenly, and she knew what was going to happen. Her tummy felt tight; she clenched her fists and came on him again as he buried himself in her, twitching, and blew his load all over inside her, the hot shots of goo splattering everywhere, sticking, and running down to pool in the back of her tunnel. She shivered hard as he pulled out.

The furbolg  joined his friend, and the two disappeared as suddenly as they'd appeared, having taken what they'd wanted and left two used, furry messes panting and covered in goo.

Suel staggered over to Jerv and collapsed on the ground. “Holy fuck,” he breathed.

“I told you not to take that much! What happens when this thing takes full effect? Will we produce such strong pheromones that we'll get bred by every animal in the forest?” Jerv panted, lying wasted on the grass.

“I don't know, but... I kind of want to find out,” Suel let out. “That hurt, but it was amazing... He was so forceful...”

“Yeah...” Jerv really had to agree, “I can't remember the last time I got fucked like that.”

“Yeah,” Suel swooned, without even bothering to get offended. “They were so HUGE...”

Something even huger swept in above the trees and landed, its purple erection that dwarfed the furbolgs' jizzing as that something walked over to them, letting out a feral cry. Suel took one glance at the chimaera and tried to get up and run, morphing into his feral bear form as he did. At easily ten inches and knotty at the base, there was no way he could possibly take that. He grabbed Jerv's arm, and the two sprung into the bushes, trying to get away quickly. But Jerv stopped them.

“Thank goodness it's just a young guy,” panted Suel, nevertheless sure he and his mate were out of sight. “Still, maybe we should get to a different part of the forest where there are some more reasonable-sized boys to... Jerv?”

Jerv stared at the chimaera, drool literally running out of the corners of her mouth. “But... he's so... hot...”

“You're so hot,” grinned Suel, walking around and bending his head down to sniff the enhanced smell coming off from between her hind legs. The desire to finally mate his Jerv took over completely.

Grinning and giggling, “am I? Come on, Boy,” Jerv, still in anthro form, crawled out into the clearing, dripping and smelling like love from her backside. Forgetting everything else, Suel followed her, nose pressed up against her swollen, pink wet cunny lips. Growling with delight, he mounted up on her heavily, his whole body on her, weighing her down, and let out a loud moan and a violent shiver as his thick bear meat sunk into his mate's hot, sloppy pussy. He made slow thrusts at first, shoving his hips forward and pulling them back, savoring how ready his girl was. Then he sighed in relief to be inside her at last and pulled back all the way and started making as full thrusts as he was capable of in that position, long cock slipping out into the cold and then back into Jerv's tight, juicy, squeezy warmth. Jerv moaned loudly as gloppy furbolg cum began to flow back against Suel's cock and be removed by the feral bear. Neither remembered...

...until the chimaera made a pleasured cry and stepped over the top of Suel, pressing its feathery, hot tummy down on Suel's back and holding the pair down. Suel's eyes went wide, but he couldn't move. He blushed hard as he realized that he didn't care and that he wanted to try taking the avian beast, and he started up thrusting hard in his mate again, more turned on than he'd been in his life. The thick, bulbous head of the chimaera's cock pressed up against Suel's sopping wet tailhole. The cockhead was surprisingly cooshy and soft, and he relaxed and prepared for it. The chimaera made a jump forward and plunged his cockhead in but, push as he might, couldn't get in any further. Suel cried out loudly as the chimaera's thick cockhead, easily as thick as the base of the furbolg's member, put vast pressure on his prostate.

He thrust fast into Jerv, the motion automatically making him tug and squeeze on the cockhead in his tailhole. Jerv panted loudly, her mate's cock touching her everywhere inside, slipping in and out fully without any problem, just touching her and stroking her. She came on him as Suel buried himself in her and unloaded, clenching his tailhole down with each spurt, spurts that came out just as fresh and strong as the first time. The chimaera let out a loud screech and began blasting a gigantic load of hot, watery goo up inside Suel from its feathered nuts up through it's bone, filling up the male wolvar with so much seed that his belly swelled out, making him look like he'd put on an extra twenty pounds. The chimaera pulled back and popped out, satisfied as it's cock began to shrink, and left cum flowing out of Suel's backside into a puddle between his hind legs.

As the chimaera took off back over the trees, Suel pulled out of his mate, transformed back to his wolvar self, exhausted, and lay on his back in the grass, breathing hard. “Oh yeah... Oh yeah...” he breathed. His knotty cock kept bobbing stiffly, standing straight up, spurting pre, throbbing and aching; it wouldn't go soft.

Jerv collapsed on her front, unable to say a word, having much the same problem with her libido, her clit now so swollen it visibly stuck out from underneath the hood, inflated like a little, red balloon.

“What do you think?” Suel let out between pants, “Want to stay here?”

“Yeah...” breathed Jerv. “It should have reached its full effect by now. Are you okay? Can you take more?”

Suel nodded, only exhausted. “Yeah, I'm not hurt. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Jerv said. “I'm going to have to get more of this stuff.”

While the wolvars had been lying there, a white-spotted doe deer had run to the center of the clearing and was hopping back and forth, unsure of where to go, obviously afraid of something. The next moment, a hunting party of five centaur males, armed some with bows and some with axes, appeared out of the trees and approached her. But, entering the clearing, the centaurs encountered something mysterious and dropped their weapons, panting and looking at each other, sniffing the air, their horse dicks growing and dropping under their bellies, some touching the ground.

Suel, on his feet again, knotty cock hard as a rock, ignored the situation and, crazed with lust, grabbed the doe from behind and shoved his bone into her small, delicate, tight, soft pussy, grabbing her flanks and pulling her back on him, moaning as he filled her with his shaft over and over and she took it, shaking with pleasure, her front half dropping to the ground, allowing him to lean over her and pound downwards into her. Jerv, satisfied that now nothing bad was going to happen to the doe, crawled over in front of her, following suit, having a similar goal in mind. The leader of the centaurs, a big, gruff looking man with a clydesdale's body mounted up on the girl wolvar, stiffened his bone, and sunk into her on the first try. Her pussy spread and graciously accepted the large cock as she moaned and shivered on the ground. “Please, please fill me up,” she moaned. The clydesdale obliged and thrust his hips, leaving his cock mostly inside her as he pounded his large mushroom head against the back of her tunnel.

Suel pounded the doe with all his might but couldn't hold out against her tight pussy. His paws gripping her delicate rump, he plunged in, knotted her hard, and unloaded in her, panting. Now unable to move away from her, he became easy prey. A centaur who had been waiting for the chance mounted him and sprayed the wolverine's butt with pre before finding his little tailhole and pushing in, stretching Suel once again—though he was so loose by now that the massive horse dick fit nicely. Behind the centaur on Suel's back came another one and mounted up on his packmate, fifth leg stiffening and slipping right up his comrade's tailhole, bringing shouts from both as the one in back struggled not to fall off the train. The same thing happened behind Jerv, with the remaining two horsemen mounting up on that side. Jerv couldn't take the pressure of her arousal and came for the fourth time that day messily all over the leader's stiff cock all stuffed inside her, the wolvar's messy cunt sucking and begging for his seed, which the centaur gladly gave her in excess, his tail flagging. The two behind him and and two behind Suel kept thrusting until they too were finished, and cum splatted down on the ground everywhere as their cocks shrank and they pulled out. They lay on the ground to relax.

Countless more species joined them as the potion's effects lasted for three additional hours, and all were fucked mercilessly without question.

A pack of large grey wolves found them and pushed Suel and Jerv to the ground and knotted them, the pack forming a crowd around them and taking them one after another after another.

Stags trotted in, mounted the wolvars, and throttled them, fighting with each other to have the pleasure of getting off next inside Suel's hot tailhole or Jerv's messy cunny.

A female giant spider found them and allowed Suel to take her and knot her repeatedly, filling her furry abdomen with spunk.

A male faerie dragon wandered in and got pushed to the ground under the weight of Jerv's horniness and ridden till its fun-shaped, pink cock filled her with thick cream.

The gryphon that had brought them into town had been searching for them too, flew in over the ocean, and landed in the clearing. He lay on his back and presented his tailhole for Suel to take while Suel  rubbed the gryphon's big, furry balls and held the gryphon's tall kitty cock, till he got himself covered in gooey cum.

By the time it was all over, it was way too late for cliff diving; the sun was setting as Suel and Jerv made it back to the  Astranaar inn. They took baths and didn't tell anyone what happened, and they slept like logs that night.

* * * *

The gryphon Suel had screwed in the forest dropped them back off at home in Moonglade after the rest of their seven-day vacation. (Suel had no problem getting down this time.) The gryphon nuzzled them both. “Visit again sometime, okay?” he bade them, winking, blushing, and smiling. Suel and Jerv nodded and waved, each holding one bag.

“I wonder how Erya and Skoll got along without us,” mused Jerv as the two made their way down the street back to their house under their town's own cool forest canopy.

As if on cue, several loud moans emanated from the house followed by a bark. Suel grinned: “I think we're about to find out,” and opened the door into the living room just in time to see Skoll knot Erya and flag his tail as he blasted her full of cum.

Erya turned her head and blushed and grinned at the pair. “How was your trip?”

“Oh, we had a great time,” said Jerv, setting down her bag by the inside of the door. “A little bit of of rough start, but we ended up enjoying ourselves a great deal.”

“How about you two?” asked Suel, grinning at Erya.

“Oh fine, fine,” the bear said, ever facetious. “I'm glad you're back, though. Wasn't the same without you two here.”

Suel and Jerv blinked and looked at each other. “...Damn, we should have saved it!” they suddenly said in unison.