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  • Posted: 2013-07-29 09:22:31
    by hypno
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"I can't believe they sent us out here. To do what? Hold a bunch of empty grassland?" Hauka prattled on as they set up camp in the abandoned ruins. She cursed loudly as she angerly slammed a crate of provisions onto the white stone floor.
"Settle down." Kantala scolded the young hunter, "It's an easy assignment, you can get some training in. Besides I rather like it here. The breeze is nice."
"I'd rather see some action!"
"We all would." Lauka stated matter of factually as the brawny warrior walked by, a horde marked crate under each arm. "But just because every big name and adventurer is fighting over some stupid mystical island full of pandas doesn't mean we get to relax our guard here at home. Some filthy Ali may sneak around right into Orgrimmar from here, so be on your guard. No enjoying the weather' Kantala."
"I was just observing." The tauren priest defended herself, "You can't deny that it's pleasant. Better than Silithus."
"Whatever, just don't wander off picking flowers." Lauka commanded, "And by the earth mother would you pick up a crate."
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"Ugh... 4 days and nothing. The hunting's not even any good. It's like something's scaring all the wild life away."
"Probably your big clumsy hooves." Lauka quipped at her subordinate as she dug into the mealy ration.
"Hey, I'm the best hunter the horde has, but if there's no game then there's nothing to eat." Hauka retorted. She glared down at the wrapped bar of compressed ... bland corn bread was the only way to describe it, "Nothing but these stupid things."
"You think rather highly of yourself young one." Kantala spoke up between grazing bites at her ration.
"I am, and it's stupid too. Keeping me, and all of us, out here. What is Garrosh affraid of? That I'll show up some dumb orc hu-"
"Enough." Lauka barked, "I'm not going to listen to you second guess the Warchief. Understand?",
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"There you are, what are you doing out here?" Lauka grumbled as she stomped down the hillside.
"Huh, Oh... I was just. Hunt'n" Hauka answered her commander haphazardly. She still stared blankly out into the woods.
"Hunting? You've been out here all day, and where is your armor?"
"Oh, I didn't notice the time. Gotta kinda lost." The hunter woman looked down at her simple bra and panty covered frame, "Didn't feel like wear'n ... anythi'n."
"Lost? Are you kidding me? I have a hunter that can't find her way around the PLANES? Some pride of the horde you are. Come on Kantala, we're going back. Kantala? Earth mother damn it Kantala where did you go?"
The white robed priest tumbled out from behind a tree landing on her rear. A freshly yanked stalk of flowers in her hands, "Ough, sorry. Silverleaf. Heh hehe."
Lauka raised a brow at the priestess proudly holding flowers above her head, "I'm no herbalist, but that's peacebloom, not silverleaf."
"Huh?" She turned the flowers over in her hand studying the basic white and yellow flowers perplexedly, "You sure?"
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"Uhhhhhh ... it been how long?" Lauka puzzled over her parchment. Each group of hash marks was five and there were one, two, three ... she ran out of fingers on her right hand with which to count. Her other hand, kept readjusting her armor plate. It felt too tight recently. She undid a knot with a quick tug. Finding some relief for her confined breasts she glanced back down at the paper on the ground between her outstretched legs. There were at least three groups of five days each ... that was a lot of days. "How long we been here?"
"I'unno." Hauka answered as she shuffled about beside her commander. Without warning she dropped a bunch of packaged rations down between Lauka's legs covering over the commanders log, "You wan' eat?"
Lauka looked up at the girl. She had forgotten her armor again, and today her panties too. Sitting on the ground Lauka had a perfect view of the standing girls rather plump nether region. Lauka stared blankly for a minute before remembering that she should be offended, but before she could open her mouth to scold the girl a crash from the other side of the ruin grabbed her attention. A stack of the food crates had been toppled over. The top popped off one large one and its contents spilled out everywhere. The culprit was an inanely giggling Kantala who had at least remembered her bottoms, or at least tied a scrap of fabric over her waist. Lauka watched her spacy airheaded priest lean over the spilled crate, her flimsy makeshift skirt rode up over her tail-base and her bare breasts dangled freely as she grabbed at the mealy food. A few other girls joined her. None of them bothered to unwrap anything before they tore the packages open with their teeth. One of them didn't even use her hands to pick them up.
"Gunn' eat wiff you." The hunter slurred out as she knelt down onto her knees and hands. Her head was buried between Lauka's legs as she chewed down rations paper an all. Lauka puzzled over what was going on while inattentive pushing a mush of tasteless bread and paper into her soon to be slack maw. She stuffed her face with another handful by pressing the mass to her snout while her jaw worked in lethargic circles. The falling debris got Hauka's limited attention and she raised her head to stare at her commander, her eyes glazed over with animalistic simplicity.

*Mmmooo?*

Lauka answered her with an equally bovine call.

"See Warchief. It works. Look at em. All docile and ready to serve!" The little green goblin sang his own praise as they looked over the squad of mindless tauren females.
"And how exactly does it do 'this'?" Garrosh demanded waving his hand at the former warrior grazing on the tall grass.
"Is trade secret, but let's just say that tauren are part cow. We just help them be a little bit more cow."
"Yes, but they're not much good for anything now are they?" Hellscream grumbled. He pushed one girl by her bare rump. Her only reaction was to moo contently and leave a streak of lubricant on his finger.
"Are good for having fun with! Look, some still walk, and those play with each other. And can be trained still, to do simple things. Think, girls go an make happy troops, boys go and work in mines. Make a lot of weapons for orcs. And best of all, none of them question you like dumb trolls. Just moo happily."
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