There had been peace in the lands of Azeroth for many years, from the Human kingdoms of Stormwind, Lordaeron and Kul Tiras, to the Dwarven kingdom of Khaz Modan, to the elvish lands of Quel’Thalas, to the floating mage city of Dalaran.
Then came the Horde.
Hulking, green, unstoppable monsters who had never been seen before, coming out of nowhere like an unstoppable warband, pillaging towns and villages. Several feet taller than any human, each one was rippling in muscle, large tusks protruding from their mouths, wielding colossal axes able to cleave you in two with ease. Some rode gigantic wolves, easily larger than any wolf seen before on Azeroth.
You were a simple citizen living in Westfall, on the day that those foul, green-skinned creatures raided your homestead, taking you and all of your loved ones prisoner.
Taken to their huge camp in the Black Morass, you were caged along with your brethren, languishing in terror as you all collectively wondered what these beasts intended to do with you.
The horrifying answer became clear, as their warlocks took you one by one, draining each prisoner’s life until each was a lifeless, malnourished husk, reduced to skin and bones.
The wooden cage’s occupancy was culled, until the most horrifying moment had arrived: it was your turn to die and feed their evil magic.
Except, a miracle happened.
Instead of being drained of life, somehow you were drained of size.
Wrongly assuming you had simply been combusted out of existence, the gigantic, green-skinned invaders turned and left to seek another cage of humans, not spotting your shrunken form landing with a thud onto the blackened, muddy ground.
Well, most of them hadn’t noticed, at least. One of them did.
She clearly had to be a prisoner too, if the chain around her neck being tugged by another of the monsters was any indication. However, there was something much different about her.
She was small, by their standards. In fact, she was the size and shape of a human. She might even be mistaken for one, if it wasn’t for her green skin and small tusks jutting out of her mouth.
You first caught sight of her by the thunderous thud of a large green foot slamming into the ground beside you. Trailing your eyes upward, you saw the immense plains of her gigantic, muscular green thigh, bending above you as she crouched. Despite her smaller stature, she was clearly well built, far better toned than the average human.
While the rest of the beasts were dressed in fur and armor, this female was scantily-clad in what passed for leathery rags covering her crotch and chest, but leaving the rest of her lithe, muscular green body on display, showing off raised black marks like runic tattoos or branding etched across her right arm and shoulder.
You’d barely caught a glimpse of her face before she snatched you up in her monolithic fingers, plucking you from the ground as she pretended to stumble after a particularly harsh yank on her chain.
Without warning, she pulled back her leathery underwear and dropped you inside, encasing you in stifling hot darkness, smacking into the sinewy muscle of her upper thigh. Outside, you heard guttural voices in an alien tongue, before your whole environment shifted, carrying you along for the turbulent ride as your new captress was pulled along.
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After some time imprisoned in this strange green-skinned being’s undergarments, you saw light flood in before huge fingers pinched and pulled you back out. As your eyes adjusted, you found yourself dangled in the air, in front of the gigantic face of your captor, who was now alone without her oppressive handlers.
Wow!
She looked nothing like the broad-faced, hulking brutes of her kin. Instead, her features were angular, much closer to human. In fact, you’d go so far as to say she was beautiful, despite her savage appearance. Her face was framed by messy brown curls, somewhat brushed back by hand and revealing pointy ears, not unlike an elf’s. But she clearly wasn’t an elf.
“What are you?” you shakily asked, trembling with fear in the grasp of the creature who was likely about to end you.
“Orc,” she answered, totally befuddling you. You hadn’t honestly expected her to understand you, much less answer.
“You…you speak our language?” you enquired.
“Orcs take prisoner. I learn from them,” she shrugged, in what was a slightly broken yet nevertheless impressive understanding of human speech. Nothing like the guttural, booming words of the Orcish language. She was clearly very intelligent, to have picked up so much in so little time.
“And what are you Orcs doing here? Where do you even come from?”
“Orc world is dead. Orcs take this world now,” she answered, the casual simplicity of her statement unsettling you. But given you were only inches tall now and held in an enemy’s grasp, there were far more pressing things to be worried about than the fate of Azeroth.
“I see. And what’s your name?”
“Garona.”
“Well then, Garona. Please spare me. I don’t want to die.”
Rather than give you a decisive answer, Garona chuckled lowly, her tongue flicking out to curl around her tusks.
“And why should I let you live?”
Despite the threatening question, you got the feeling that she was gazing intently down at you with curiosity, rather than malice.
Although the rest of the Orcs seemed to be brutal savages intent on butchering, you had the sense that there was more to this half-Orc (at least, you had to assume she was half-Orc, half-Human based on her size and stature). So you tried a tact which you wouldn’t dare even hope would work on any other Orc.
“There would be no honor in killing someone as defenseless as I,” you answered. And somehow, you’d found exactly the right words. Her dark green eyes sparkled with understanding.
Rather than answering with words, she simply grunted with approval.
“Fine. You live. But you stay hidden from other Orcs.”
With no further discussion, Garona pulled back her leather rag brassiere, exposing her green-skinned chest. You caught sight of a tusk on a necklace on her neck hanging into her cleavage, before you slid right past it, pushed with her finger against her gigantic green left breast before she snapped her brassiere back flush against her skin, entrapping you too firmly to even move in her chest, concealed from sight and protected from falling out.
Your life had certainly taken an unexpected turn.
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