A chill ran down my spine as I stepped out of the dark inn. The sun would be up soon but I doubted even it could banish the shadows of Goldshire. The town had grown since I had last visited but not necessarily for the better. The trees had been cleared away for lumber and tightly packed two story buildings had filled the gaps of what had once been a comfortable village. The row of buildings worked as a makeshift wall around the two central structures, the smithy and the inn.

A crude adventure board was nailed to the outer wall of the blacksmith. I walked over trampled muddy grass and gave it a long look. It seemed the town’s concerns were primarily kobolds, gnolls, and murlocs. I looked through the notices and leaflets for the highest bounty and eventually found a faded wanted poster with a picture of a gnoll, as if they didn’t all look the same. HOGGER was written below the sketch and the bounty had been scratched out and replaced with a higher sum multiple times. The current bounty was ten gold pieces.

Ten gold would go a long way for an adventurer like me. The notice mentioned gnoll activity to the southeast and recommended a party of five experienced adventurers. No way was I splitting ten gold with four others for one gnoll. The flier said to report to marshall Doughan at the smithy for more information. Normally I would gather as much intel as I could before taking on a target but I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture from a marshall.

You see, most adventurers roamed the Eastern Kingdoms in a party. A sturdy band of heroes with a balanced group full of good natured ribbing and healthy competition. In my experience though, party members were only good at ruining an ambush.

Still, quest givers often looked down their noses at a lone rogue trying to take on quests outside of their weight class. So I departed as silently as I had come. I moved southeast, staying off the trail and hiking through the underbrush.

It’s hard to describe the beauty of Elwynn to someone who isn’t native to the forest. Sure it wasn't as sunny and green as it had been, but a sunrise is a sunrise, and as I crested a small hill I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the beauty of my homeland. I looked back just as the warm glow peeked out over the hills of Elwynn, beside the high tower of Azora. The green canopy of the forest caught the light, and for a moment, every leaf made its own shadow and the treetops looked alive with movement as the sun floated higher, a brilliant disk of radiance blessing the cold dark world with another day of warmth.

I decided I would have to see the sunrise from the top of Azora sometime soon but realized if the tower was due east, I needed to adjust my bearing. I looked west and the towers of Westbrook loomed in the distance. I frowned. Many in Stormwind blame the state of Elwynn on the incompetence of the Westbrook Garrison. As an adventurer I knew it wasn't entirely their fault, they were probably undermanned and under supplied, but the stigma was trained into me young and I couldn't help but feel some contempt for the stone spires.

I generally steered clear of garrisons all together. Guards were considered heroes by most civilians but real adventurers saw them for what they were, cowards too afraid to leave their homes, while soaking in the glory of the alliance. I can’t count the number of times a guard has “frisked” me for weapons or contraband, only to slide a finger down my ass crack. He'd spread my legs and run his hands up my thighs, all the way up, then release me without finding my weapons or my contraband. Really makes a girl feel safe.

So I steered myself well south and eventually heard commotion. Someone was yelling in broken common but the words were thick and warbled. I clung to the shadows until a building came into view. Faded letters painted the west facing wall that read: Fargo. I pressed myself against the wall and crept toward the shouting. The main building ended at a steep drop that led down to a man-made crater with a tunnel entrance just below where I was perched.

“Yoo dig or no candle!” I covered my nose as the smell of the creatures reached me. Two of them stood, or hunched, rather, in the shadow of the crater. The one yelling was slightly larger than the other but only came to about 4 feet tall, both with rat-like features and matted hair that appeared to grow randomly across their naked pale bodies.

“How dig wif no candle, Narg?” The smaller one scratched his potbelly, his eyes glued to Narg’s forehead that sprouted a column of wax with a flickering flame atop. I had never seen a Kobold in person but they were even more curious than the stories gave them credit. If it weren’t for the smell, and the matted fur, their strange little bodies and bulbous snouts might actually be considered cute.

Narg tilted his bulbous head as he thought and a trickle of wax flowed down the candle stem. “Hmm.” He straightened up as if an idea had suddenly struck. He walked over to a small bucket and fished around. He produced a small waxy stub of an old candle, held the wick to his own until lit, and presented it out to the other. “Yoo dig wif dis. Dig good and get big candle!”

The smaller Kobold’s eyes went wide. “Big candle?”

Narg nodded seriously. “Big candle.”

The kobold placed the stubby candle atop his head and waddled into the mine.

It was easy to see who was in charge here. I thought about walking down and slitting the leader’s throat, but the bounty was to clear the mine, not just kill the leader. Even if I did kill the current taskmaster, another would take his place and daylight was burning. I decided to let Narg go for now and continued my journey westward.

The forest thickened and as the brush became more dense the calls of birds and insects began to die out. Large spider webs blocked entire paths, causing me to double back more than once. I got lost for almost an hour and brought out my hearthstone multiple times. The thought of the solemn inn strengthened my resolve, however, and I continued on. I would find this Hogger, and I would bring him to justice, not just for the people of Goldshire, but for the good of Elwynn Forest.

I stopped at a stream to refill my waterskin and as the cool water pressed against my lips I heard a sound, the first sound I’d heard in hours. My skin prickled and I hugged the shadow of a great tree trunk.

"Mudmuzzle have big shadow, why Hogger get first meat?" The voice was deep and the speaker sounded like his tongue was too big for his mouth. I crept around the tree and spotted two gnolls walking down the path straight toward me. Their backs hunched higher than their heads, their teeth gleaming in the evening light. I trusted my shadow and held my breath.

"Hogger stand on hill, Hogger lead us," the other replied as if he was stating the obvious. "Hogger get first meat. Hogger get first pet. Hogger get fir–"

"Why!? Mudmuzzle have big shadow too. Mudmuzzle want first meat."

They stopped and I could smell the pungent aroma of unwashed fur. The other gnoll shrugged. "Hogger stand on hill."

The other stood tall, his doglike legs flexing. "Tomorrow Mudmuzzle stand on hill."

The other gnoll laughed a horrible high pitched giggle then stopped and looked at his friend again before bursting into another roll of shrill laughter. "Mudmuzzle funny gnoll."

Mudmuzzle didn't laugh though. The two walked past and I left my shadow. I knelt along the path and counted the tracks, more than ten different gnolls had walked this path, could be much more, at least I knew I was getting close.

From there it didn't take an expert tracker to find the gnoll camp. They weren't exactly master's of stealth and their stench gave them away long before their near constant outbursts of nervous giggling laughter.

I stalked the outskirts of the camp as the sun set fully. There were at least forty of them, and about ten younger Gnolls that seemed to be training with swords. This surprised me, I had always thought the Gnolls were lazy and careless. It would seem this Hogger had earned his reputation by keeping his warband in fighting shape.

Elwynn River ran east to west on the southern side of the forest. It separated Elwynn from Duskwood and met the Westfall River that went north to south on the western edge of the woods. It appeared Hogger's hill was directly above where the two rivers intersected.

There was a long gradual slope up from the main host of gnolls that flattened out to a small plateau. I couldn't see what was atop the hill but the peak of a large tent was just visible from my vantage. I knew I would have to strike by night so I began making my way through the camp.

There was a scattering of campfires and tents of all shapes and sizes. The long flickering shadows were a rogue's wet dream and I moved through the camp like a silent dancer. I was about half way to my target when I heard it.

A feint "eh eh ugh uh." I stopped. It was a woman's voice coming from the tent I was currently pressed up against. My dagger flashed in the moonlight for an instant followed by the whisper of sliced cloth. I peered into the tent through the small slit in the fabric.

The other end of the tent was open and as my eyes adjusted to the firelit scene my jaw slowly dropped in horror. It was a gnome woman astride the hairy torso of a large gnoll. Her hands were gripping the thick fur and she was riding his groin with heavy slaps of her ass against him.

If a gnome fucking a gnoll wasn't enough of a shock, her flopping pregnant belly made me grind my teeth in rage. Could a gnome even survive birthing a gnoll? I watched in fascinated revulsion as the gnoll grabbed the gnome's narrow hips and began savagely thrusting up into her. "Eh," she moaned and her face screwed up in either pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell but hoped the former. I couldn't stand the thought that she was enjoying this.

I decided I had to help her. The gnoll's heavy breathing quickened. My opportunity was coming, now or never. I opened the slit in the tent further and the gnome gasped in fright. The gnoll grunted once and thrust up into the pregnant gnome just as my dagger plunged down into his thick neck. I severed his vocal chords and held his head down against the floor of the tent. His feet kicked as I tore his throat out in two swift jerks of my dagger.

The gnome girl looked down at the dying gnoll, then up at me. I held a finger to my mouth and she nodded slowly. She stood and the cock flopped out of her, dripping a torrent of thick seed between her thighs. She turned and waddled to the front of the small tent, closing the flap to the outer camp.

I stepped inside. "How many of you?" the gnome asked in her high pitched squeak of a voice.

"Just me. I'm here to kill Hogger, but I couldn't leave you to…" I didn't want to say it out loud.

"To be fucked by a band of gnolls?"

Now I felt guilty for not saying it but she continued.

"You get used to it, and if yer all that's come I've to get goin'. I'm expected elsewhere."

She moved to open the flap but I caught her arm. "You can't stay here. Stick to the shadows, follow the river north. When you reach the mountains, go northeast until you hit Stormwind."

The gnome woman sighed and slowly shook her head. "I'm in no condition to wander about the woods, look at me." She gestured to her body and more cum rolled down her thigh. "I'm about due. Besides, the other girls need me. I was a midwife before this, I'm doin' more good here than I would out there."

"There's more?"

She laughed a sad resigned chuckle, "oh sure, there's plenty. They take most of us in raids but there have been a few adventuring parties. Ya hear me girl, parties. Groups of five have failed to take Hogger. My advice? You follow the river north, when you reach the mountains go northeast until you hit Stormwind. Get a job at a tavern or learn a profession, and you forget about me and the rest of us, this adventuring life ain't for pretty waifs like you. Go on now."

She opened the flap and walked into the night before I could respond. I stood in the tent for a full minute as if the gnome had slapped me across the face. The truth could do that. I shook the thought from my head.

I wasn't a barmaid. I wasn't a cobbler or tailor. I was Charlotte Hayes, adventurer, hero. I stepped out of the tent and continued on toward my target. I could hear more moaning now, out across the camp, at least three other women and that's just what I could hear.

A gnoll nearly bumped into me as I knelt between two tents. He was swaying as he walked and I wondered how they could have alcohol reserves enough to drink so carelessly. I had severely underestimated the scope of this operation and it was starting to make me more than a little nervous.

The gnoll stood by the river and began pissing into the swift current. I knew it wouldn't make much of a difference, but how could I resist? I crept up behind him, my blade still dripping.

My left fingers made a point and stabbed viciously at his kidney as my knife came around, simultaneously slicing the cartilage of his throat and silencing him. He spun with my slice, confused and off balance. I moved close, grabbed the floppy cock in his hand, still dribbling piss, and sliced it free. He tried to cry out. His eyes widened in shock and fear and pain, one hand to his throat, one at his bleeding stump of a cock.

I kicked him square in the chest and he fell back into the river, the current quickly sweeping him away. I held up my trophy and my own eyes widened. The half that I had cut was already the biggest I'd seen and I thought back to the gnome girl. How was it even possible?

I tossed the lump of bloody flesh in the river and cleaned my blade before moving on toward my objective, my confidence successfully bolstered.

There wasn't any cover on the hill leading up to Hogger's hill so I moved along the backside. A steep rocky cliff led down to where the rivers converged in a loud rapid of white foam and twinkling mist. The rocks were slick at first but I made my way up carefully.

I crested the cliff and rolled onto my back, exhausted and breathless. I needed to hurry. I wasn't sure how much darkness I had left and I needed to try and get as many girls out as I could once the job was done.

Atop the platueue was a very large tent, it reminded me of a commander's tent with a central pillar, with many supporting pillars around the perimeter. I listened and soon heard loud carefree snoring coming from within.

I moved around to the front of the tent and slipped in the main flap. If not for the smell, I wouldn't have thought this was a gnoll tent at all. The floors were covered in thick furs, overlapping one another to form a soft carpet.

There was a brazier near the central pillar that glowed red hot, casting a dim light across a small pile of glittering gold and gemstones. Not a bad bonus. There was a large heap of furs in one corner where the loud rumbling snores were coming from but movement on the other side of the tent caught my eye.

There were three sleeping women, all nude and all visibly pregnant. They had collars attached to short chains that were staked into the dirt. Their metal leashes were so short, they had to pile on top of one another, using each other as pillows in an uncomfortable tangle.

I slipped through the room and stood over the sleeping Hogger. His head was back, neck exposed, as if inviting death. I pulled my dagger. I stepped on either side of him and squatted, blade held high above my head. "Fucking monster," I whispered, and stabbed down with all my strength.

"Hogger!"

My knife plunged into flesh as my head whipped toward the front of the tent. Someone had yelled, but they were too late. I turned back to see two glowing yellow eyes staring up at me. How? My knife… I looked down to see my dagger had instead pierced the palm of a giant paw that had intercepted my blade just before impact.

"Hogger!" The shout came again and my mind buzzed for an explanation. Had they found the gnoll I killed in the tent? "My shadow big too Hogger!"

A name stamped across the inside of my mind, Mudmuzzle, you fucking fuck. Hogger's free hand moved faster than I could comprehend and wrapped around my throat. I released my dagger embedded in his palm and clawed at his giant paw. Then he was on his feet and I was dangling in the air, my legs flailing.

He pulled me close and his eyes glittered with glee. He sniffed the side of my face with his snout and my insides went cold. My heart fluttered and I'm ashamed to say, I actually pissed myself. Hogger was big and strong sure, but he was terrible to behold up close.

His eyes were bright orbs of cruel intelligence, and an aura of power surrounded him like nothing I'd ever felt. He wasn't just big, he made everything around him feel smaller.

And that's how I felt, dangling at the end of his arm as my boots filled with my own urine. He kicked open a large chest and carelessly threw me into it. The heavy iron and wood lid fell shut with my impact and everything was black.

Nausea washed over me like a wave and I opened my mouth to gag only to pull in another gasp of the most fetid, foul smelling musty air I've ever breathed. My knees were pressed against one wall of the sturdy chest, my neck bent and my shoulders hunched as I tried to find a comfortable position in the horrible smelling box.

Something lumpy and wet was beneath me and something heavy leaned on my shoulder. I pushed at it and my hand came away tangled in fine wisps of spider webs, or… no. I pulled my hearthstone from my pocket and the blue glow filled the box.

I looked at my hand and began to hyperventilate. It was covered in hair. Long strands of dark hair with bits of decomposing scalp attached. Tears blurred my vision and I thrashed against the lid of the box. The head leaned against my shoulder again and I screamed until my throat was raw, then leaned my forehead against the chest and puked down my arm.

I gripped my hearthstone and began tracing the blue spiral with shaking hands from tip to center and back again. The azure symbol glowed brighter, filling the locker and fully illuminating the corpse beneath me. It was a dark haired woman, long dead.

"Come on," I begged as the light became too bright to look at but my fingers continued tracing. I tried not to imagine the horrors of dying alone in this box.

I closed my eyes and imagined the inn. Imagined Frederick, the warm hearth, the cool ale, his strong hand wrapped around my head.

But it wasn't Frederick's hand. It was a clawed paw and my body trembled in fear. My shaking hands dropped the now dim hearthstone down between my legs.

The gnoll lifted me out of the trunk and stood me in front of him. I shrank down small, wiped a dangling strand of bile from my lips and tried to get my breathing under control. Hogger was covered in fresh blood from head to toe.

He showed his razor sharp teeth in a wicked grin of delight and then spoke, "Hogger have good morning! Crush Mudmuzzle and new pet before sun come!"

I don't know if it was my time in that horrible box, or the terrible power the giant gnoll exuded, but my mind couldn't deal with my current situation.

I stared up at Hogger like a rabbit cornered by a hungry wolf. He turned and rummaged in a smaller chest before pulling out a large manacle attached to a short chain. I stood perfectly still as he attached it around my neck and then pulled me down to my knees as he jerked me over to the three girls, now awake and watching. He secured my chain to the stake and stood over us proudly.

"Hogger take bath in river. You no need clothes for breeding. Be good pet or go back in box!" He pointed to the large trunk and kicked it hard enough to close the lid. My heart sank into my stomach and I nodded like a good pet, my eyes wide with fear, my cheeks streaked with tears.

Then he left. I slumped forward, the truth of the situation slowly sinking in. I had failed and my hearthstone was now out of reach. There was no hope now.

"Take off your pants, there isn't much time."

I half turned toward the voice, it was one of the pregnant women beside me.

"Take them off girl, or it will be worse. We need to prepare."

"Oh leave 'er be Anna, we didn't get help during our first breeding."

The girl named Anna crawled up to me and grabbed my chin, her brown eyes intense. "He's going to fuck you girl. If you don't have your clothes off when he gets back he's going to be angry while he does it. I promise you've never taken a cock like this unless you're overly fond of horses, the only thing we can do is try to loosen you up."

I was in shock so I said something stupid. "I have a small vagina."

The other girl laughed. She had red hair and a cruel smirk. "Not for long."

"Tamara!" Anna snapped, "help me help her!"

"Why would I? There's only room for three up here. Let her fail or it's one of us that goes to the camp. Is that what you want?"

"Arms up girl," Anna's tone had taken on a matronly command and I obeyed. She pulled my tunic off my head and it dangled from the chain connecting me to the solid stake. She then began untying my pants.

"Small tits, I guess I'm safe," Tamara said with a cold smile, and fondled her large sagging breasts. "Hogger likes 'em big."

"Ignore her." Anna rolled my pants down over my hips and tugged my panties off too, pushing me back and removing one pantleg after the other. I was leaning against the third girl now who had remained silent. I looked up at her face but her eyes were far away.

"Don't mind her," Tamara said, petting the girl's blonde hair. "She just spent a week in the box, hasn't come back to us yet."

"Tamara, please shut up. We have to ready the girl." Anna snapped her fingers and I looked back over at her, still trying to fathom what a week in that nightmarish chest would do to a person. "Listen to me girl, you have to relax, I'm going to help you. Lean back now, tilt your hips up."

I did as I was told and the girl leaned forward, pressing her lips into my clit. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to wakeup from this psychotic nightmare but the smell of death, vomit, and my own piss brought me back.

"This can't be happening."

Anna's warm wet tongue left my sex. "I know it's a lot but you need to relax right now. What's your name?"

I looked down between my legs at the pregnant woman who's tongue had just been on my clit. "Lottie."

"Well, Lottie, we only have a few minutes to prepare you for the most painful sex of your life."

"You learn to like it," Tamara whispered.

Anna glared at her but continued. "I want you to lay your head back against Wendy there and close your eyes. Imagine you're with a lover with a big cock, too big, and he's warming you up first."

My mind flashed images of Frederick's thick shaft. Then an image of the dead girl in the box appeared but I pushed it away and shook my head.

I focused on the hot tongue slithering around my clit and took a deep breath. The tongue left my sex and the air felt cold against my wet skin. I opened my eyes slightly to see Anna's face serious and stern. "Tamara."

"What," the redhead asked, annoyed.

Anna gestured with her head toward me and mouthed, "please."

The large breasted woman let out a long sigh and I could practically hear her eyes roll in her head. "Fine."

Anna's stern gaze fell upon me next. "Don't open your eyes until it's over Lottie, keep that lover in your mind. It's him you're fucking today."

I closed my eyes and as Anna's warm tongue resumed her wet work I felt a pair of soft lips press into mine. I instinctively kissed them back and I remembered kissing Frederick the night before.

I shoved my tongue into her mouth and it was engulfed by her sucking lips as her own tongue swirled around it. My clit throbbed and my skin tingled as my cheeks flushed warm with arousal. Tamara gently ran three fingers across my chest, stopping at my nipple to squeeze and pinch before moving to the other and doing the same.

Anna's tongue had moved from my clit to my opening and she was kissing and licking the outer edges in slow slippery circles.

Despite my nerves and the impending dread of what was coming my body reacted to the attention. My muscles softened, I pulled my tongue free of Tamara's mouth and she kissed me sweetly. A finger slid into my sex, once, twice, then deeper before another finger was added.

I fidgeted and my brow furrowed. It was too much. The uncomfortable stretch took me out of my pleasure and I groaned in discomfort but she pushed deeper as she kissed my clit.

My opening stretched around her second knuckles and I tried to close my legs. Tamara grabbed one knee and Anna placed her free hand against the other, forcing them open as I flexed my thighs in protest.

She pulled out slightly and I sighed in relief as my pussy gripped her fingertips. Then a third finger squeezed in beside the others and she shoved into me again, this time forceful.

I squealed in pain through Tamara's soft lips and she pinched my nipple with her free hand. A current of pleasure rippled out from my aching tit and my squeal turned to a moan as Anna's fingers shoved deeper into me. The stretching of my tight lips around Anna’s shoving fingers was slowly turning from a sharp pain to a dull one and I couldn’t deny that somewhere inside me, deep down, I was enjoying the lewd violation.

I started to wonder if the women really did want what was best for me or if they were just taking advantage of a new pet. Had their minds already been corrupted by whatever horrors the gnolls had put them through? My hands sunk into Tamara’s fiery mane of red hair and I cupped the back of her head, pulling her into a lusty embrace of kissing, licking, and heated panting. Her heavy breasts fell against my own and I grabbed one, squeezing and kneading as we kissed. A warm dribble of milk spilled onto me and I gasped in surprise.

We both looked down at the drops of fresh breast milk on my chest and she smirked. “You want to taste it?”

I shook my head, I was more surprised than curious. I hadn’t thought… well, I don’t know what I thought. I was currently being pleasured by two pregnant women in a dirty gnoll warlord’s tent. She shoved her tit forward and I opened my mouth. Her nipple was rough and well used, I grabbed the plump center of her breast and squeezed, forcing warm milk into my mouth before swallowing the first mouthful.

It was sweet and warm. I moaned, Tamara moaned, and my clit vibrated between Anna’s lips as she moaned. We were a tangle of tongues and soft wet holes. More milk pooled around my bottom teeth and tongue and I swallowed more of Tamara's sweet cream.

My pussy clenched around Anna's fingers and she shoved deeper, opening me up despite my futile attempts to expel her. I released the dripping tit to beg her to stop but Tamara was there, sucking her own milk from my tongue.

Then I was cummimg. It came fast and hard and I squeezed Tamara's full tit, spraying myself with warm milk as my pussy flexed and pulsed in pleasure. The girls held my thighs open and Anna's shoving fingers only quickened their pace, driving my orgasm to new heights.

My throat squeaked a gasping moan and Tamara purred in lusty delight as she released my tongue from her sucking mouth. She shoved her tit back between my lips and I suckled like a baby as my orgasm finally began to wane.

My legs and arms trembled. My eyelids fluttered and I was suddenly bathed in a warm light. I looked up from the pile of pets and a dark silhouette stood in the open flap of the tent. His fur was dripping wet and between his legs hung the most monstrous, gnarled cock I'd ever seen.