Chapter 1 - Trixera

((Author's Note: Not much sex in this chapter. A lot of plot and character setup.)

This was not the Gadgetzan Lunora remembered.


The last time she had been in the small desert town was during her years as a slave. It was, surprisingly, one of the few memories of her captured youth that was halfway decent. This was because she had not spent her time here as a living sex toy for the pleasure of others. Instead, her master had sent her to the town to learn the art of blacksmithing and work for a goblin whom her master owed a great debt. She spent the next six months shaping weapons and metal for the Gladiators fighting in the town’s combat ring. Back then Gadgetzan was a small outpost, barely scraping by despite the best efforts of Mayor Noggenfogger. A tiny spec in a large desert that offered nothing but the burning sand and the promise of dehydration.


The bustling Metropolis Lunora saw could no longer be called an outpost, or even a town. It was now one of the prime centers of trade along Kalimdor’s post cataclysm coast line. The new waterfront next to their town, the destruction of Theramore, and the renewed interest in the research and exploration in Un’goro had turned Gadgetzan into the main port for the southern half of the continent.


Instead of a single ring of white stone buildings, there were now long streets stretching and winding their way through a tangle of haphazardly built homes and shops. Lunora took a moment as she descended the plank of the merchant ship she had booked passage on, admiring the city in all its new splendour. By the time she reached the bottom of the plank however, the novelty had faded and she found herself firmly gripping her coin purse in one hand and a mace hilt in the other.


Beneath the rooftops of the buildings were the clear signs of unlawful behavior. Her well trained eyes picked up at least three active crimes in progress, including a hozen pickpocketing an unsuspecting blood elf Noble, three goblins beating up a robed Arakkoa while a fourth paid a guard off to look the other way, and a group of burly looking goons surrounding a barely visible draenei woman, posturing and clearly looking to get more from her than her name.


Okay, so the last one did not technically count as a crime, but Lunora knew the lecherous looks on those faces and how quickly that could turn south for the poor girl. While she wanted to help her fellow draenei, she knew better than to get involved in a city like this. She ducked her head and resolved not to get tangled in whatever web that woman was already caught up in.


She was halfway down the street when she heard the woman call out. Not a cry for help like she was expecting, but a sweet familiar voice shouting, “Luni? Hey Luni! Over here!”


Her head spun around quickly as the young woman, who was more visible now, waved wildly in her direction. She was identical to Lunora in most every way. The height, the backwards curving horns, the same hourglass figure and long tail were a complete match. There were a few differences, of course. Lunora’s skin was a pale white and covered with scars, while the other woman sported a light blue color with no visible blemishes. While Lunora was wearing her chain mail and no jewelry, the other woman wore red straps that looked as if they were wrapped around her body haphazardly, revealing a lot of skin behind the thin pieces of leather. She also wore several pieces of fine ornamentation, including two golden baubles hanging on chains from the tips of her horns. Despite the differences, Lunora’s sister looked close enough like her that the two could easily be identified as the twins they were. Given a different set of circumstances, Lunora and her may have looked exactly alike.


She moved cautiously to the group of burly men and the woman in the center beaming happily at the sight of her. The younger twin looked just about ready to run out and hug her, but was trying to resist. Lunora was grateful she was showing so much restraint on her behalf.


“Hello, Trixera,” she said formally with a nod after she was within normal talking distance, “Good to see you.”


Trixera gave her sister a wider grin, if that was at all possible, “It’s so good to see you too! It’s been a while.” Then she waved at the four men around her, “Gentlemen, this is my sister, Lunora.”


The men all gave her a curt nod, but their eyes showed that they were appraising her and the weapons attached to her hips. Lunora paid that no mind, as she was taking a long look at each of them in turn. She analyzed the two burly orcs, who appeared to use their fists more than their mouths, a Hobgoblin with an eye patch that that should make it easier to get in his blind spot, and a troll with one broken tusk and several knives strung along a bandolier and a pair of hand axes on his belt, clearly a ranged combatant.


“Nice to meet you all,” She said after a tense moment, “How do you know my sister?”


One of the orcs grinned at her, “She came into the bar we was drinkin’ at and chatted us up.”


Lunora glanced to her sister for confirmation, and she nodded, “I went there to speak with a man who never showed up. Thankfully, these gentlemen offered to entertain me for the evening.”


The “men” in question all chuckled knowingly, but Lunora tried to brush past any implications that it might have, “What are you even doing in Gadgetzan?” she asked, a bit harsher than she intended.


Trixera frowned at her, “I’m doing research. What about you?”


“I’m here for a job.”


Trix perked up, “Need any help? My plans kind of fell through here.”


It didn’t escape the skilled bounty hunter’s notice that all four of the men around Trix scowled at once. They apparently were not fans of the idea of draenei getting away from them. Lunora, however, very much liked the idea of taking her sister away from these brutes before they could do anything to harm her. She nodded, “Sure, I’d be happy to have an extra set of hands.”


Trix clapped excitedly and turned to face the troll, turning her back on one of the orcs in the process. They both looked like they wanted to grab her and Lunora was already tensing for a fight to get her away. Her sister then surprised them all by quickly shooting her hand up and pulling the troll’s head down gently by his remaining tusk. Then, before anyone could react, she was kissing him deeply. Lunora watched in shocked disbelief as she and the troll made out furiously in front of her. At the same time she leaned forward slightly, allowing her ass to rub against the crotch of the orc behind her playfully. It took a moment for Lunora to get over her shock and turn away, just catching the first hint of the troll’s tongue sliding along her sister’s lips as she did so.


After a few awkward moments for the bounty hunter, she heard Trix break the kiss and murmur, “Don’t worry, boys. I remember where you all are boarded. I’ll catch you all again soon, mmkay?”


There was a general murmur of agreement from the gathered men as Trix stepped away. She hooked her arm in Lunora’s, pulling her away with a final wave and a happy “goodbye” to the stricken group.


Lunora finally shook herself out of her own dumbfounded funk. When she did, the first thing she did was glare at her sister and whisper, “I thought you were asking to help because you wanted an excuse to get away from them.”


“Oh god no!” Trix said with a bit of a laugh, “I really do want to help you out.”

“So you really want to see them again?”


Trix nodded quickly, “Of course! Every one of them was fantastic in bed. Even the Hobgoblin.”


Lunora blinked in surprise, “By the light, Trixera! You slept with all of them?”


“I would use the term ‘fucked senseless’ but yes, I did. What did you think I meant by entertainment?”


“I didn’t know you were so…” Lunora trailed off as she searched for the right words.


“Slutty? Whorish?” Trix supplied.


“Wild,” Lunora finished, glancing over to her sister again, “I was going to say wild.”


Trix waved her comment off, “Don’t mince words, Luni. I know I’m an unabashed sex fiend and I’m not bashful about it in the slightest.”


The older twin looked back at the goons making their way down the opposite direction they were heading, “Clearly.”


Trix sighed, “You don’t approve.”


“Well why should I approve of you wanting to... ‘fuck’ four clearly disreputable men in a town filled with crime and light knows what else?”


“Because it’s what I want to do!”


“It’s dangerous,” Lunora shot back, taking the opportunity to glance around them again, “They could rob you blind and kill you as soon as they give you what you want. They could do worse than that to you.”


Her sister shook her head softly, the golden baubles bouncing on the ends of her horns and reflecting the light of the sun as she did, “Or they could just be decent men looking for a good time.”


Lunora snorted, “There are no decent men.”


Trix sighed. Again she looked as if she wanted to wrap her sister in a tight hug, this time out of sympathy, but held back, “I am more than capable of taking care of myself, Luni. Don’t worry about me.”


“Stop that.”


“Stop what?”


“Stop calling me Luni,” the bounty hunter said, “I don’t like it when you do.”


Her sister blinked in surprise, “What? Since when?”


The glare from the pale, scarred sister was enough to make the younger twin take a small step back, “Since I grew up.”


As Lunora marched down the street a bit quicker now, Trix paused a moment to give her a sad look. It was the look of a sibling who wanted nothing more than to help her sister overcome her past trials, mixed with a look of guilt that she had not been there to help her before. Lunora had too much pain in her past and that pain had ruined her future. Trixera wondered how she could help when she could not help her before?


With a determined nod, Trix ran to catch up as her sister turned down a side street. She would start by being there for her sister now.


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Winding cobblestone paths and alleyways stacked with crates made the streets of Gadgetzan into a labyrinth for the draenei sisters. They moved quickly down side streets though, even the more optimistic of the pair realizing it was not all fun and games here. With each passing street Lunora began to look more frustrated. Then, after fifteen minutes and the doubling back for the third time out of an alley with no exit, Trix held out a hand to stop her flustered sister.


“What?” Lunora snapped.


“You’re lost, aren’t you?”


Lunora crossed her arms defensively, “No, of course not.”


Trix sighed, “Have you ever been here before?” 


“Yes!”


“After it became a boomtown?” Trix pressed. When Lunora shook her head she sighed again, “Then you are lost.”


“I know where I’m going,” the older twin persisted.


“Just not how to get there,” The younger retorted.


Lunora sighed and slumped against the nearest barrel, “I was told to go to the eastern side of the city. My contact should be there waiting for me.”


Trix laughed, “That is the worst set of instructions I have ever heard! The east side of the city is huge!”

Lunora glared at her, “Look, I didn’t ask for too many of the specifics because I didn’t know Gadgetzan had turned into…” she waved a hand at the surrounding structures, “All this!”


“Alright, fair enough. Lucky for you, I’ve been all over this city. Shouldn’t be too hard to find this contact of yours. Who are we looking for?”


Lunora hesitated here for a moment. She felt self conscious about revealing her contact, considering their history and affiliations. But Trix was right. She needed her sister’s help finding him, “He’s uh… he’s a blood elf named Ethriel.”


Trixera nodded, that determined look on her face that Lunora figured was her trying to stay focused, “Right. Let’s go.”


As she started walking off, Lunora moved to catch up and asked, “What? No surprise or anger that it’s a member of the Horde we are looking for?”


Trixera laughed, “Are you kidding me? Did you not see me pressed between an orc and a troll a moment ago?”


Lunora blinked, “Oh. Right.”


“Right is right,” Trix said, “Now let’s go find your man.”


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“Would you stop whistling?” Lunora demanded, cutting into the latest in a long line of songs that Trix insisted on going through.


“You don’t like music?” her twin asked.


“I’m irritated and I feel like you are leading me around in circles. I don’t feel much like listening to you twittering out ‘Gnoll in the Knell’ on top of all that.”


Trixera blinked, “I’m surprised you even know the name of the tune. I figured you’d avoid all settings where people seek entertainment.”


Lunora frowned a bit at the implications, “I’m not a complete shut in. I go to taverns and inns often enough.”


“I’m glad you do. I’ll stop, just for that.”


Trix, to her credit, lasted a full minute before she began to whistle again. Before Lunora could snap at her though, the pair came around a corner and someone called out Trix’s name in recognition before running over to say hello.


This had been the eighth time Trix had been waylaid by someone. Each time was about the same;  she would introduce them to Lunora, then spend the next few minutes talking about everything under the sun. Most of these conversations involved a lot of innuendo and a fair bit of personal touching that Lunora would never have been okay with. There was nothing overtly lewd though. Trix seemed to guide any hand moving towards her chest to her shoulder or face and any reach for her ass would find itself instead on a turned hip.


The one big takeaway Lunora noticed from all of this was that Trix switched her behavior and mannerisms depending on the person she spoke with. The older sister had seen her twin move seamlessly through several different personalities in the past hour alone. With a night elf she had been sultry and slutty. Then they encountered a human mage and she had switched to extra sassy. Then she had been shy for a passing tauren. The most surprising thing to Lunora was all the women. Out of the two they had encountered she had spent one being very proper and almost seemed to talk down to the shy girl and with the other, the night elf in a golden robe she was currently speaking with, she was the exact opposite. She kept her eyes down, murmured agreement to most of the questions and comments and was extremely polite all around.


This last personality bugged Lunora. When Trix finally parted with the woman after giving her a low bow and a kiss on the hand, the older sister spoke up, “You looked like you were that woman’s slave.”


Trix glanced back over her shoulder and sighed, “She does like to call me that.”


Lunora railed at this, “Seriously? After all that has happened to me, why would you put yourself in a situation like that?!”


Trix smiled sweetly at her sister, “Luni... sorry, Lunora, this isn’t the same at all. I chose to do this for fun. We have very strict ground rules to the relationship and plenty of safe words if things go too far.”


Lunora shook her head, “To do that for pleasure is just wrong! You could get seriously hurt.”

For the first time since they had met up again, anger flashed across Trixera’s face and she spun, stopping Lunora in her tracks, “Okay, we need to stop and chat real quick.”


Lunora would have said something in return, but Trix held up a hand to stop her. Actually, she looked like she was going to put her hand on Lunora’s mouth to stop her but came up short of her impulse. It still quieted the older sister so she could talk, “Look, sis, I’m not going to try and hide who I am from you. I am a slut, a sex addict, a fucking nymphomaniac! I’m going to fuck and I’m going to have a lot of lovers. I am telling you now that safety is my top priority and I do nothing I do not want to do. I may get into some dicey situations, but I’m still here. You and I can do this ‘could get hurt’ argument every time you disapprove of one of my activities but it’s always going to end the same. I AM careful. You can take that or leave it, but it is what it is, okay?”


Lunora sood there for a moment, partially to wait and see if her sister was finished and partially to mull over what she had just said. Finally she sighed, “Fine. I’ll try to ignore what a gigantic slut you are and how much danger you could be putting yourself in.”


This time, Trix did hug her sister, “That’s all I ask. Now come on, the east end is just around this corner.”



The Eastern portion of Gadgetzan was very different from the pieces of the city Lunora had been shown so far. The tall, goblin built buildings were gone. In their place were smooth, flowing buildings that showed off a very distinct pandaren influence. Beautifully crafted lanterns hung from long cords, stretching between rooftops. The whole district appeared to be designed to be pleasing to the eye. Dozens of pandaren, hozen, and Jinyu milled about in the street or stood at stalls to sell their wares to the half dozen other races that had also found their way into this portion of the city.


While Trixera happily wove her way through the crowd and expertly window shopped at the various stalls, Lunora marveled at the buildings a moment longer. This portion of the city almost made one forget they were in a cesspool of crooks and thieves.


Almost.


As Lunora marveled at the decor, she felt a pair of slender fingers sliding gently against her rear towards her coin purse. She spun quickly, not so much from the worry about her purse but the panic of the digits sliding along her ass in the process. Her hand shot out and snagged the extended arm of the brown and white furred hozen who had just tried to pickpocket her. He winced and let out a grunt of pain as she tightened her grip around his wrist.


“Ah! What the Dook, Lady?” He yelped, trying to tug away.


“Keep your hands off of me,” she growled back at him, her hand squeezing harder and causing him to howl. Her eyes flared with anger at the thought of being touched unexpectedly and she barely noticed the small wisps of smoke coming off of the hozen’s arm.


She might have gone further, really hurt the furry humanoid, if Trix hadn’t appeared at that moment and placed a gentle hand on her sister’s before murmuring, “Luni, let him go.”


“Yeah, lady! Get your ooking dooks offa me!” the hozen cried.


“Get the authorities, Trixera. He tried to pickpocket me and cop a feel.”


“Lunora,” Trix said with a forced calm, “just let him go. He’s sorry, I’m sure.”


The hozen nodded quickly, “V-very sorry.”


Lunora shook her head and with a stern tone responded, “No.” In her mind she tried to justify that this was for justice, but the primal part of her brain knew this was something else. When he had touched her ass it had sent her mind into overdrive. The sudden feeling of someone feeling her up, even accidentally, had triggered memories she didn’t want to see again and sent her into a panic.


It appeared that her sister saw it too. The younger twin gently placed a hand on the older’s cheeks, speaking softly but firmly to her, “Luni, It’s okay. You are here with me. Nobody is going to hurt you. Please, just let the nice hozen go so you don’t burn his hand off, mmkay?”


Lunora looked at her sister, blinking a few times as the fury and panic left her suddenly. Then she quickly released the still whining hozen’s wrist. He held it close to him, huffing softly, and bowed as he backed away, “S-sorry I was trynna nab her shines, wikket lady. Thank you.”


Lunora barely noticed him running off. She instead focused on Trixera’s soothing voice as her sister slowly led her away by the arm.



They walked for a few moments, Trix stopping every now and then to softly murmur into Lunora’s ear and keep her calm. Eventually, the bounty hunter blinked away the haze and looked around her, confused. “W-what was that?” She asked.


“What do you mean?”


“What just happened to me?” Lunora clarified, “I felt like I was drowning in rage.”


Trix frowned, “I think you went feral on us when that hozen brushed your ass without warning.”


“Feral?”


Trix moved her sister to a bench and sat down next to her, “I’ve seen it before with animals. Something bad happened to you, sister. Worse than anything I can imagine. It isn’t going to be easy for you to move passed all that pain and rape. Just like an abused animal, you lash out when you experience a similar stimulus.”


She sat and thought about that for a moment. Despite the comparison to an animal, it made a lot of sense. How many arms had she broken over a simple wandering hand? How many places had she left in a hurry when someone tried to get close to her? After a moment she let out a defeated sigh, “So I’m a wild animal?”


Trix shrugged, “We all are, in the end.”


“Well, I’m a broken one then.”


Trixera let out a soft chuckle, “You aren’t broken. I remember when we first met up after your ordeal. Four years ago you would have broken down in the middle of the street in gasping sobs. In fact, you did just that when one of the Stormwind guards was behind you and politely asked you to move out of the way.”

“Did I really?”


Trix nodded, “You scrambled off to the side and covered your head with your hands. It took me forty five minutes to coax you out from behind the crates.”


Lunora rubbed the back of her head, “Wow. I didn’t think I was ever that bad.”


“You were. You seem much more relaxed these days. Considering how far that stick still is up your ass, that’s saying much.”


Lunora glared at her sister, but it wasn’t in anger. This was the playful glare that only siblings give when they know the other is right, “So how did you calm me down then?”


Her younger twin gave her a playful smirk, “I’m good with animals.”


Lunora’s eyes went wide as she realized the implications behind that smile. After a few moments Trix threw back her head and laughed, “Oh Goddess no! I didn’t mean like that! I’m a hunter, Sis. It’s my job to know how to calm animals down.”


Lunora relaxed, sighing with relief, “Oh, good. At least you aren’t totally depraved.”


Trixera paused for a moment, then smiled again, “I mean, sure, I have done that in the past. I just didn’t mean it in that context.”


Lunora put her head in her hands, “By the Light, Trixera! Is there anything that you don’t like to do?”


Trix gave a casual shrug, “I avoid anything to do with excrement and I’m not into extreme torture.”


“Extreme?”


Trix smirked playfully again, “A bit of whipping can be fun, in the right setting.”


The young huntress laughed as Lunora put her head in her hands once again.


