Chapter 1 - Going Wild

In centuries past, Meradane had seen such beauty in the forest. That was before the demons and their vile corruption had come to Kalimdor and spread deep into the roots of her home. Now known as the Felwood, the once lush grass was shriveled and dry and the powerful trees were rotting and collapsed. Worst of all was where pools of Elune’s energy once shimmered in the moonlight, now a bright green slime festered and bubbled, corrupting any who foolishly drank from the tainted waters.


It was in one of these pools that Meradane found herself drowning in.


If it were as simple as swimming to shore, she would have by now. But in fact she was already on the shore. Her bruised knees ached as the prickling grass stabbed against her bare skin. The rest of her body was hunched over the edge of the pool as a brown furred claw gripped the back of her head by her deep blue hair and held her just below the surface. Her eyes were shut as tight as could be, her mouth refusing to open and let the green fluid inside her. Even still, a small amount of water (if one could call it that) was bound to get into her nose, ears, or eyes. She could already feel the taint spreading within her, no matter how hard she struggled against the bindings that held her wrists behind her back or the arms that kept her from moving.


In times like these, Meradane chose to distract herself with her thoughts. Today she brought herself to the events that had put her in Felwood as a druid in the first place. After the Third War, Meradane had been one of the first women to demand to be taught the druidic ways. She knew of the druids before this, of course, but her drive to see her home in the Felwood restored and the world healed drove her to speak with the Archdruids about being accepted as a healer in their order. They, of course, rejected her. They suggested she join Elune’s church if she wanted to heal or the sentinels to protect the druidic conclaves instead. She defied them all and found information on a hidden conclave within Felwood. While she was under water, struggling to maintain her breath and keep corruption from taking her, it was easy enough to lose herself in the memory of that meeting.
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The lead dryad, Numira, looked nervously at her other two sisters meeting with Meradane at the entrance to their enclave. She was the largest of the trio, most likely eldest of the sisters, with autumn hair that was less common among her kind. Her muscles rippled beneath the deep red fur of her lower, doelike half as she nervously adjusted her footing. The other two, both with the more traditional green hair and purple fur, wore similar expressions.


“I’m… sorry, friend,” She said in that high pitched cadence all her kin shared, “But it wouldn’t be wise for us to take you in.”


Meradane felt her fists clench involuntarily at the news. The reaction did not go unnoticed, and both the younger sisters brought their wooden spears a bit closer to the ready before Numira waved a hand to calm them down. She didn’t speak again though, waiting for the pink skinned Night Elf to process her rage into words.


Meradane did not hold back when those words finally came, “I can’t believe you would deny me the right to learn how to help nature! You should be grateful to any who wish to clear this corruption!” She waved a hand at the forest around them to emphasize her point, “And all because I am a woman!”


The sister on the right bristled at that, stamping one hoof in frustration, “That’s not it at all.”


“Sabershit,” Meradane growled, pointing a finger at the much larger and more than likely far more powerful nature guardian, “Did the Arch-Druids of Darnassus get here before me? Did they tell you not to let me in?”


“You don’t understand--” tried the smaller sister on the left.


“I understand perfectly! All I want to do is help fix my home,” There were tears in Meradane’s eyes now, “And you are my last hope.”


Unable to carry the weight of her own sorrow any longer, Meradane dropped to her knees. She was tired. She had lost everything, not just her home, to the demons. To most she was one in a long line of refugees forced to flee from the Legion. They couldn’t understand the horror of watching felhounds run down her brother, or the Felguards that had dragged her sister off to a fate worse than death. She was desperate for purpose and Numira was the last chance to give it to her. 


As she sobbed, she heard Numira shift in front of her. The Dryad used her spear for balance as she knelt on the ground before her. Once her hooves were tucked under her body, she set the weapon off to the side fully and pulled Meradane in with her thin but powerful arms. The dryad held her close, letting her cry against her auburn skin and soothed her for several long minutes before finally saying, “Our order, our teachings, are far different from normal druids. This is why we do not take outsiders. We do not teach the normal ways of nature magic because of our focus.”


Meradane collected herself enough to look up into Dryad's eyes. She hoarsely whispered, “Can you teach me to mend the trees and heal plants?” When Numira nodded, Meradane continued, “Then I don’t care what your order is about. I’ll do anything to bring my home back.”


Numira sighed, “Still, I would be remiss not to tell you.” She brushed a bit of hair out of Meradane’s eyes and looked straight into the silvery orbs before continuing, “We belong to the Druids of the Mother Doe.”


Meradane sniffed, “I’ve never heard of her.”


“You wouldn’t have,” Numira said, “She is one of the well kept secrets of nature. She is Ethrane, the wife of the Great Stag, Malorne.”


“Malorne? But don’t the legends say he was bonded with Elune?”


Both the sisters behind Numira scoffed and folded their armors. The eldest Dryad managed to prevent most of her distasteful reaction, but her words were strained as she said, “Elune is… a thief to us. She stole Malorne’s heart away from Mother.”


Meradane chuckled, drying her eyes and pulling away from Numira’s gentle embrace, “Well if that’s the big secret, that you are Elune haters, that’s fine. I was never really religious--”


“The reason,” Numira interjected, “Why most don’t talk about Ethrane is because she is the spirit of fertility and mating.”


Meradane blinked, “W-what?”


Numira sighed, “This is why we don’t normally involve those outside of our sisterhood. The Mother Doe is a Goddess who teaches the ideas of quick repopulation and mating. Her teachings, while valuable, are not for the faint of heart and involve things that many mortals find unsavory.”


Meradane sat for a moment, staring at the Dryad. Then she shrugged, “That isn’t a big deal then. I’m willing to learn and help as you desire.”


It was Numira’s turn to look surprised at a revelation, “Really? What you are agreeing to is subjecting yourself to is normally something most mortals cannot deal with on a moral level.”


“We have all carried at least many liters of animals to help with repopulation,” the youngest chimed in, obviously having no worries being less subtle than her older sister.


“And impregnation is done naturally.” finished the other Dryad, “With everything that implies.”


Meradane rolled her eyes, “So what you are prancing around the bush of is that I’ll most likely end up being bred by some beast and my body subjected to magics that will make me capable, if not susceptible, to animal mating habits?”


All three of the Dryads were shocked by her candor, but Numira was the one to say, “That’s it exactly.”


“But in the end, I’ll learn all I need to know about healing the trees and plants of the forest?”


“And much more.”


Meradane stood up and helped Numira to her feet as well. At full height she had to stare up at the Dryad, but her face remained determined, “If my body is the price for this knowledge, then so be it. It is a small price to pay.”


Numira hesitated a moment more, no doubt wondering if Meradane would still feel that way later. But the stern, determined look that the Night Elf was able to give her in return was enough to convince her, “Very well. Please follow us to Ethrane’s grove and we will get you settled in.”


The Dryad on the right cleared her throat and said, “Um, you’ll want to ditch your clothes. They’ll get torn to shreds pretty quickly in there.”


Meradane didn’t hesitate. Instead she pulled off the red cloth shirt she had been travelling in the past few days and revealed her supple chest to the trio. A few seconds later her boots were kicked off and her pants and brown underwear were pushed down her wide hips. She was a soft woman, her skin bearing no scars or hardened muscle of strenuous work done in the past. She handed the bundle of clothing to the youngest of the trio and stood confidently as all three stared at her in awe. She hoped they were at least admiring the gentle curves of her body and the hairless crotch, but more likely they were still astonished at such a bold Night Elf. 


Before the situation turned awkward, Numira cleared her throat and beckoned everyone up the hill. The three Dryad’s shed the leaves that they had grown over their breasts as they trotted back up towards the grove, no longer needing modesty in front of their newest recruit.


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Meradane was pulled out of her memories as the clawed hand holding her yanked her from the corrupting well, Hauling her back. Nearly out of air, Meradane couldn’t help but gasp and refill her lungs. The air was acrid, but it was better than not having a breath at all. Then she spat and sputtered as some of the water, still covering her face, attempted to work its way inside her mouth as if acting on its own accord. 


She was as naked as she had been at the end of her memories, though her body had certainly changed through the years since her training began. Her breasts were fuller than they had been, enhanced to be far larger and possess the ability to lactate in the service of the Mother Doe. Her already wide hips were a bit thicker as well, ready to support the weight of whatever liter was requested of her. Beyond those physical alterations, the most notable changes were the green tattoos on her face. A green leaf covered each eye, framing her silver orbs. There were a few other tattoos over her body, woven marks to help her bear the children of other species.


“Now that you’ve had your morning wake up, let’s talk.”


Meradane blinked away the corrupted water from her eyes to look at the speaker. She could feel the small amount of liquid that had gone into her body pressing in on her spirit, telling her all manner of evil things that she should do. When she looked at the tall, red furred Satyr standing over her, they told her to obey and please him. Her eyes even briefly flickered to his crotch, where his cock was sheathed away until he was ready to use it. But she fought off the emotions and instead got a good look at the master of this band of vile demon spawn.


Talduran was once a Night Elf, like all the other Satyrs, but had bargained with the Legion to gain favor and power. Ironically, the price for his power had been the same as hers, as his body had been twisted into the vile half goat, half demon elf she saw before her. But he still maintained a chiseled jaw and well muscled, exposed torso. The only other distinguishing feature about him was the pet he kept. A small, weak looking Faerie Dragon rested on his shoulder, passed out from exhaustion. A silver chain hung from the creature’s neck and Meradane knew it was slowly choking on the magic suppressing metal.


The large Satyr leaned forward, placing his hands on his hips and giving his captive a toothy grin, “You’ve been here what? A week? Two? All the while you’ve been pretty stalwart about preventing our corruption and keeping my prize away from me.”


Meradane glared at him. She would have replied, but she had learned quickly that opening her mouth was inviting trouble from the Satyr. While Talduran had no objects in his hand, the Satyr holding her head might have something ready to shove in her mouth should she decide to speak. Instead she merely glared at him and hoped the fire in her eyes conveyed the right amount of hatred to this putrid monster.


Talduran frowned at her and stood to his full height, “A pity, really. If you just give in, the torture can end and you can join your friends in enlightenment.” He waved a hand to his left and the Satyr gripping her hair jerked her head in that direction roughly. She saw five women surrounded by a group of Satyrs, at least eight strong in their own right. Three of the women were her sisters, arranged in a line in much the same row as she had first met them in. They were all bent to the ground at awkward angles, their front hooves buckled under them and their hind quarters in the air. All had bindings of green thread that held them in the spot, magically glowing a deep nightmarish red. Yeslie, on the left, was being taken from behind by a Satyr and panting from the effort. Her body pushed back against the thick cock slipping in and out of her as she stared blankly ahead with glowing red eyes. Numira and Undra were faring slightly better than their kin. Their skin and eyes remained the same color they had always been, but Meradane could see their resolve failing as more and more of the Satyrs took turns pumping first their cocks, then their massive loads, into the waiting cunts of the Dryads.


The other two women were once Night Elves, though they were not from her grove. Now both women had been twisted as well, their lower halves turned to furred hooves and their heads sprouting horns. The sharp teeth the transformation had given them did nothing to deter the Satyrs from approaching the naked and mewling women though, who sat on their knees and took any shaft that came near into their waiting mouths. A wet stain lay on the ground in front of them and as Meradane watched, one of the male Satyr’s grabbed the angled horns of the girl sucking him off and began to thrust into her mouth roughly. The gagging and dripping that it caused explained the pool in front of her, but despite the pounding her throat was taking she wore a look of pure bliss on her face.


“Don’t you see?” Talduran whispered, leaning in to hiss into her ear as she watched in horror at the scene before her, “Two of your Night Elf kin are already our mindless puppets, and your Dryad sisters will soon follow. To be honest nobody has lasted this long in a while. You’re sisters are very disciplined in resisting our techniques. Why is that?”’


In truth the layers of protection the Mother Doe bestowed upon her servants were numerous marks and runes to help keep them strong when heavy with litter. These tended to also leave them resolved in the face of corruption, which they were always grateful for in Felwood. Instead of telling him that, though, Meradane clenched her teeth and growled out, “It is because you and your kind are weak.” 


The Satyr holding her yanked her head hard to the left, causing her to grunt in pain. Talduran chuckled and knelt in front of her, “Your defiance is adorable, but misplaced. Corruption spreads and eventually covers all things.” He waved a hand at the Dryad’s, particularly at the panting and begging Yeslie, “As you can see, even your sisters are unable to resist forever.” As he spoke, Yeslie’s legs shook and she cried out as an orgasm rocked through her. At the same time the Satyr pounding into her slammed into her to the hilt and released his cum inside of her. There was a ripple as her body shifted colors to reflect the added corruption entering her. Her purple fur was turning black and tinged with red by this point, and her moaning grew more fervent as her body adjusted to the changes.


Meradane snarled, “You monsters! Let us go this instant--”


She was cut off as the Satyr holding her shoved a bottle of green water into her mouth. In her rage she had forgotten herself and opened her mouth wide to berate her captors. He didn’t tip the bottle or her head backwards though, so only a few drops of the liquid splashed onto her tongue.


Talduran cocked his head to the side and smiled, “Got you with that, didn’t we? Now, I’ll give you one last chance to give me what I want. Tell me where the seed is hiding, or I’ll turn you into a mewling slut like your sisters over there. I’ll even let you go, all of you, if you hand it over.”


Meradane hesitated. She had a chance to save her sisters, but it meant giving up something precious to them all. Something she would never forgive herself for if she handed it over, despite how she felt about it.


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It was two weeks ago that it happened. Meradane was caring for the latest litter of wolf pups while Numira recovered from the ordeal. Her shape changing abilities were limited as a druid, being more inclined to heal than to use her feral nature to attack her opponents, but the Mother Doe had granted her a few abilities in that regard. Currently she was relaxing, laying against the trunk of the Grove’s singular massive tree in a spotted brown and black doe form. The young wolves were playing with one another and pushing each other out of the way to get at her teets and suckle milk from her, but they were gentle enough. She was drifting off into a lazy half sleep when she heard the crack and a thump nearby.


Her head jerked up and spun about, startled by the sound. She was surprised to see a single acorn, as large as her NIght Elven head would have been, sunken into the earth near the tree. She looked up into the old branches curiously, as it had never given any seeds before. Then she began to stand, letting her body shift back to its humanoid form. The pups scattered, but yipped in protest at the interruption to their meal. Meradane paid them no mind; they were young and complained about everything anyway. Instead she moved as soon as she was in her normal Elven body, her bare feet skillfully stepping over the exposed roots of the tree as she went. There was something freeing about not wearing clothes and Meradane had adopted quickly to the nudist tendencies of the grove. It was easy when the only four humanoids in the grove were herself and the three Dryads, who were so confident in their own bodies they had been naked since after their first meeting. When she had reached the seed she knelt down and picked it up, turning it over in her hands and regarding it with awe.


She heard the sounds of light trotting moments before the pups went wild, rushing towards the newcomer to their part of the grove. Yeslie laughed brightly at them as they jumped and tumbled around her, reaching down to scratch at a few as she came up, “Feeding time done already, sister?”


Meradane looked up dazedly, “Hmm? Oh. No. I was just starting when this fell from our tree.” She held up the large acorn, which was so heavy she had to hold it in both hands.


Yeslie stopped dead in her tracks, standing straight and staring at the acorn. Then she looked quickly to the tree, then back to the seed once more, “This fell from the tree?!”


Meradane nodded, “Yes. It landed nearby where I was laying.”


The Dryad approached slowly, almost reverently, as Meradane stood to her full height once again. Yeslie didn’t speak until she had placed a hand on the top of the seed, “The old tree sent you this gift. Incredible.”


“How so?” Meradane asked.


“This is a seed of the ancients,” Yeslie said, “and our tree has not given a seed to anyone in over 2,000 years.”


The Night Elf druid cocked an eyebrow, “So there is an ancient waiting to sprout inside?”


Yeslie nodded, “Ancient is a strange name to call it, since it will be a new one, but it will be a treant of immense power, with special properties of its home grove. You could create another grove of the Mother Doe with this seed.”


Meradane balked at that. As far as she had been told, this was the last grove of Ethrane in the whole of Azeroth. The young druid had wondered why this was, but this revelation made everything a bit clearer, “So I have to plant this seed in order to spread the influence of our spirit?”


Yeslie nodded, “Yes! Exactly!”


“Right, plant it and make a new grove,” She frowned, “Does this mean I would have to leave Felwood?”


Yeslie nodded, though the expression on her face was sad rather than it’s usual bubbly self, “Yes, I’m afraid so. We cannot risk having both grooves in such a corrupted forest. There are too many enemies about who would wish to turn our Goddess into a twisted version of herself.”


She sat there for a moment, running a hand over the seed delicately. Then she thrust the seed towards Yeslie and said, “Please sister, you do this. I cannot leave my home again.”


Yeslie took a step back, “I cannot! The tree chose you to do this, so it knows you have what it needs to survive. Our old tree would have already given a seed to me if it wanted me to spread Ethrane’s influence.”


“Please!” Meradane pleaded with her, “Don’t make me leave again.”


Yeslie came forward and laid a hand on Mera’s bare shoulder, “Keep the seed safe for now, sister. When Numira has recovered from her recent birthing we will ask her for advice. We will see if anything else can be done.”


Yeslie nodded sadly, holding the seed close to her bare chest. It felt rough against her skin, but the closeness gave her warm feelings of comfort, “Very well. I suppose this matter can wait a few days.”


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Meradane looked at the grinning Satyr leader. He held one hand open, as if waiting for his prize, while the other slowly coaxed his cock from his sheath and began to stroke it to a long length before her eyes. The Faerie Dragon gave a groaning sigh as he shook her on his shoulder with the motions, but had no strength to find a less rocky perch. Talduran watched her as she struggled to keep more of the liquid from the bottle pouring into her mouth, but the Satyr holding her hair was slowly tipping her head back.


  “So, my lovely little druid pet,” He sneered, “What will it be? Freedom to return home, or a life of serving my desires?”


Meradane spared a glance at her Dryad sisters. Yeslie was nearly completely changed, her body growing red spikes of root throughout and her hair turning a pitch black on her head. Numira and Undra were beginning to show the same signs, the red eyes and increasing volume of their moans testament to their growing corruption. Meradane knew that, no matter what happened, they wouldn’t be the same unless she could find a way to cleanse them. But she was stuck between giving these Satyrs a gift she had never wanted and keeping it a secret and condemning them all. She knew the choice the sisters would make. She decided to make it too.


With a quick jerk of her head, she tipped it back suddenly. The Satyr holding her couldn’t react fast enough and the shock of watching as the Night Elf willing gulped down the thick green fluid was enough to keep him from reacting. Talduran watched with sadness, “A pity really.” Then he stood and looked at the other Satyr and said, “Tell Gukka to begin using the Furbolgs to search the grove. She would have hid it within.”


The Satyr nodded and rushed off just as Meradane was finishing with the bottle. She spat  it out of her mouth and to the side, shattering it against the ground without care. Then she dove forward, her vision going red with desire. In one smooth motion she had wrapped her lips around Talduran’s still hard cock and sunk down to the base, deep throating in and sucking down hard to please him. Judging by the groan of pleasure he let out he was more than pleased.


She sat there on her knees and sucked the Satyr’s hard shaft like she was sick and it was the cure. The corruption was working its way into her body and she could feel it reaching down towards the deepest parts of her. Her mind was already blank and wanted one thing; The satyr’s cum down her throat and into her stomach. So she furiously bobbed her head up and down, fucking the half demon with her mouth and feeling him bulging her throat each time she bottomed out against his crotch.


Eventually, he regained his composure and took control. A pair of clawed hands wrapped around the sides of her head and he held her in place. Then he began pumping in and out of her just as hard as she had been bobbing on him. Her eyes looked up at the Satyr and she knew on some level that they looked just as red as her sisters already. Yet she no longer saw the demon as a hideous monster, but a gorgeous master that she should do everything in her power to please.


“Time to become one of us,” he snarled, thrusting his hips forward more fervently, “You eager little whore!” She felt his cock twitch inside her once before he bottomed out, spraying his load deep into her throat and letting out a roar just as an arrow slammed into his eye, killing him instantly.


He fell backwards, his body still in mid climax. Meradane took a blast of his cum in her mouth, then another two over her face and chest as he fell away. She blinked rapidly, turning her head to see what had happened. She dazedly saw a group of wolves rushing into the camp from the forest to attack the other Satyrs, pulling them away from their own depraved raping and tearing them to pieces. Realizing this did not change her plan at all, Meradane promptly went back to what she was doing.


Namely, she used the gag reflex she’d been holding back to vomit.


Thankfully the Satyrs cum was so vile in her mouth that it was easy to spit it out, vomit up what had already descended and bring up the corrupting fluids as well. Her red vision cleared as she spat and sputtered the rest of the concotion onto the legs of her ‘master’ before collapsing to the side. She could still feel the magical corruption inside her, working its way down into her soul to corrupt her completely. She just had to get enough strength to stand up and free herself from her bonds.


As if the mere act of thinking it could accomplish such a feat, her body was pulled upright and the cords on her wrists were cut cleanly away. She steadied herself, realizing that a clawed hand was holding her again. Only this hand felt different from the Satyr. The voice that spoke to her in a half growl, was still more soothing as well, “You are safe now. Can you speak?”


Her heart was pounding in her ears, but she saw the blurry form of the wolf resolve itself into not a wolf at all. Instead a creature that was half humanoid stood in front of her. He had grey fur and battle scars on his face and was dressed in well made leathers. The quiver on his back and the bow slung to his side meant this was most likely the one who  had just saved her life.


“W-Worgen?” she stammered, still feeling her mind go from aware to blank puppet and back again.


“I am. Call me Reddrick.” He glanced over at where Meradane knew her companions were, “It seems we got here in time to save some of you from the ritual.”


Meradane looked over. The Worgen were busy freeing the Dryads from their bindings, though it was slow going due to the mystical nature of the bonds. Her sisters, for their part, were too far gone to realize they were safe and were actively begging for the Worgen to have their turns ravishing them. The two former Elf women, turned to Satyrs by the corruption, had chosen to go down fighting with their captors. Both of their bodies lay on the ground, lifeless and unmoving as the rest of the enemies.


“Corr-Corruption…” she wheezed out, “Spreading… Need to… Go… Ashenvale…” It was hard to focus and she could only manage every other word at best. The rest of her thoughts were trying to get her to drop back to her knees to thank her savior.


Reddrick called out, “Boss, I think we have a situation here!”


Another Worgen, taller than the rest and looking very beautiful in a simple pair of leather pants, moved closer to Meradane and the archer, “What’s going on?”


Reddrick looked back and nodded to the Night Elf Druid. What was her name again? Her master had called her Eager Whore. She wanted a cock to fuck her.


She shook her head and snapped out of the daze she was in just in time to hear Reddrick finish telling the other Worgen what she had said. The larger alpha was quiet for a moment, then sighed, “Dammit, you’re right. They aren’t going to be any good if they are corrupted like this. Alright, let’s get them back to the camp.”


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Eager Whore didn’t remember much after that until they reached Ashenvale. It was a long trip, she knew, but the worgen managed to keep pace the full way. She remembered that they broke once to rest near a stream, and she finally got to thank Reddrick properly for rescuing her. As he sat down to rest, she crawled over and fished his cock out from his trousers before mounting him and riding him hard. Despite his look of concern over the method, he still grew hard as soon as she had freed him and slipped in easily enough. He came in her twice, filling her womb with his seed before finally exhausting himself and pulling out of her. When he left to clean himself up and actually take a break from physical activity, three more of his pack came over to see if Eager Whore had any more gratitude to give. She took them all, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her slutty little ass. She had never had anything slide inside her rear before, but the feeling of being so full was far better than anything she could ever remember. Which wasn’t much at that point. By the end she was leaking their seed from all of her holes and doing her best to swallow as much as she could of what came out.


Then there was more travel that she chose not to remember until they reached a camp with spiked barricades and squat tents. The other Dryad’s, as corrupt as her by that point, were already cooing over their new Master’s and rubbing them down, but Eager Whore felt the pull of something else, deep within her. She moved forward, surprising the worgen running his tongue along her bare nipple by pushing him out of the way. She strode past a pair of Night Elf Sentinels, who looked ready to stop her until Reddrick walked up and told them to back down.


Eager Whore heard them coo, “Yes, master,” as he commanded them, and she raged to be able to please him again for being so well respected. But her body wouldn’t move according to her needs any longer. Instead she simply moved forward, with Reddrick and the pack leader in tow with the other three Dryads.


Her steps took her to an empty section of the camp. The earth had been charred recently, as if something large had once stood here and then was burned to the ground. The soil had survived though, so this was the perfect place. For what, Eager Whore had no clue. But she hoped it was more worgen cum.


Instead, she felt her body begin to change. Her bones changed to rough birch wood and her skin turned to white bark. The deep blue hair framing her face remained much the same in color, but it transformed from a flowing head of hair to a flowing cluster of leaves that stretched down to her rear. At the same time her stomach bulged and distended, as if she were carrying a child. The tattoos turned to knot patterns on her skin, giving her a more natural look.


When she had finished fully transforming into her treant form, she was at least a head taller than the alpha Worgen. Her branch-like hands rested on the top of her stomach as she turned and smiled at the worgen. She was fully in control again, her closeness to nature slowing the descent into corruption. She still felt the desire to prostrate herself before these men and beg for their cum, but at least she could remember her name.


“I am Meradane,” she said in a voice like cracking wood, “Thank you for rescuing my sisters and me.”


“I am Sirus,” the Alpha said. Meradane hadn’t noticed before, but she now clearly saw the Night Elf who had latched herself to his shoulder and was busy rubbing the large bulge underneath his breeches, “Leader of the Hordebreaker Pack. I am also very confused,” he admitted, nodding to her change, “At a great many things to do with you, Meradane.”


“My apologies,” she said, “I was unable to communicate clearly to dear Master Reddrick here while under the effects of the satyr’s corrupting essence. Now that I am closer to the more vibrant nature of Ashenvale, I can use this treant form to speak clearly to you.”


“Then explain,” the worgen said, “I’m not in the habit of being led around.”


“You have done the forest and the spirits of nature a great service today, Sirus Hordebreaker. For within this form, safe from all, is a seed that will bless the world with a new Ancient. I was to carry it here to create a new shrine. However, I can feel that corruption has seeped into the seed. I fear it will not grow as it was supposed to.”


“How so?” Reddrick asked. He had brushed away the elf slave who had tried to latch onto him, his eyes fixed on Meradane’s tree-like form in awe.


“This was supposed to be an Ancient of Fertility,” she explained. She was repeating what Numira had revealed to her moments before their capture, but she could also feel the knowledge as if the Mother Doe herself was whispering in her ear, “But the corruption will turn it to darker purposes, if left unaided.”


“What is the best we can hope for?” Sirus asked. He was surprisingly interested now, his ears having perked up at the mention of fertility.


“The best we can hope for,” said the treant Meradane, “Is a Tree of Passion. The blessings of the Mother Doe will remain on the seed, but the fruit it bears will be aphrodisiac and the scents will drive those near into a frenzy of lust. It will not be the calculated mating we anticipated, but the feral breeding of animals in heat. And it will spread throughout the forest.”


Sirus surprised Meradane with a chuckle, “Well that won’t change the camp much at least. Would you like to plant it here, where we can help protect it?”


“I-” Meradane stammered, coming out of her smooth recitation, “Um, yes. I was hoping we could.”


“Will this cure you of your corruption?” Reddick asked. He then waved a hand to the Dryad’s, “And theirs?”


She nodded, her hands running along her stomach to begin the process, “Yes. My sisters and I will be cured by the natural magic of the tree, but we will need your help in this regard as well.”


“How can we help?” Sirus asked.


As her stomach began to return to its normal flatness as the acorn pushed through the wood and bark to land in her hands. She knelt, using one of her gnarled arms to clear away some dirt and dig deep into the earth as she said, “It is an Ancient of Lust. It’s power comes from lust. There is only one way to force that power inside of us.”


She planted the seed into the ground and covered it, before placing her hands upon the bulging earth. She had no idea what she was actually doing, but the motions felt right and she could feel the spirit of Ethrane guiding her. She muttered under her breath until the ground began to glow with pink light. Then she moved forward, stepping over the bulge just before it burst outward and a large trunk emerged behind her.


She began to shed her form, growing smaller as the tree grew ever taller. The branches sprang up and out, covering the sky as they grew bright pink cherry blossoms and strange, red fruits. By the time the tree’s initial sprouting was done it was nearly as tall as an Ettin with branches that stretched high into the sky. At the same time Meradane had finished turning back into her normal, naked Elf form and knelt on a ground that was no longer blackened, but vibrant with flowers. Back in her Eager Whore mindset, she looked directly at Reddrick before spreading her legs and saying, “Fuck me, Master.”