Chapter 1 - Infiltration gone wrong

Lunora made sure each hoof fall was silent as she stalked through the hills of the Redridge Mountains. The life of a bounty hunter meant a careful, calculated step was the norm when approaching prey, so as to not scare them off. Her tail twitched nervously as she moved along a cliff face, and her ears strained to pick up the sounds of the land around her.


She was hunting gnolls today. Lakeshire had always had a problem with the Hyena creatures, the whole kingdom had, but the Mayor had sent a runner to Stormwind to place a bounty for each gnoll head recently. This meant that the problem must have gotten worse. In need of money and a good distraction, the young draenei had taken the first gryphon out of the city and soared directly to the mountain range. Then she had spent a day in Lakeshire to get a feel of what was actually happening.

This had proven to be a revealing experience. The people were scared because the gnolls were getting bolder in their attacks and nobody knew why. They actively raided into the town now, instead of simply attacking the caravans heading to and from their neighbors. They were also apparently kidnapping people, which was far from the norm for the monstrous humanoids.

Early the next day the draenei shaman had set out into the mountains above, where the half hyena creatures liked to hide out. Equipped with a pair of spiked maces and specially designed blue armor, the bounty hunter was ready for anything. She would have been pretty, like many of her people, but for the numerous scars marking her pale skin. Deep punctures and slashes ran along at intervals on her exposed flesh. Thanks to the conservative mail armor she wore, this meant the main wounds visible were along her forearms and down the length of her tail. Her horns, which swept back along her head, were likewise scratched and chipped, turning the young woman into a very haggard looking draenei. Beyond that her bust and hips were shapely and her thighs well formed. She was definitely fit. 

Sliding up along the side of a boulder, Lunora peaked her head around to get a look at her first target. Before her stood a camp of gnolls, chittering wildly at one another and breaking camp for the morning. A small cage stood off to one side of their fire with two human women inside. By the look of them they were barely adults and each looked very scared. As she watched, one of their captures came over and jammed the butt of his short spear into the cage, jabbing one of them and causing both to whimper. 

Despite the fact these gnolls only came to Lunora’s waist, the sheer number of them was going to make for a hard fight. From the looks of them, they were planning on taking the humans somewhere, maybe to their leader. Despite how scared the humans looked, their presence could lead Lunora to the cause of all this; and more importantly to a bigger pay day. If she were able to find their leader, she was sure a juicy bonus was in her future. She decided to wait and see where these gnolls were taking the girls, then free them.

The gnolls finished packing their things and several lifted the cage by a few wooden posts on the ground. They moved together, carrying it deeper down the mountain paths. Lunora muttered something under her breath and soon she felt her connection with the elements flow through her. She used this power to settle the wind around her, so the dogs wouldn’t sniff her out. She also used it to settle the earth around her, making her hoof falls in a normally rocky area shift no stone or slide no rock. Confident that her shamanistic abilities would protect her, she slunk forward after them.

Things were going very well.

After several winding paths, the gnolls led her to a cave with several other paths converging to its single entrance. Each path had a different band of gnolls moving along it. Most were carrying food or drinks of different types and a few were carrying luxuries such as silks or jewelry, but only one other gnoll band was carrying a prisoner: a skinny man who looked as if he had been set out in the sun to long lately.

The entrance of the cave was guarded by several more creatures that were checking the items coming in, approving certain things and denying entrance to the gnolls who brought rotten food or inferior cloth. It was strange; gnolls didn’t usually gather half the items they were letting through. Something deeper was going on here, and Lunora had to get to the bottom of it.

Moving silently, the Draenei slid closer to the band of gnolls she was following and slipped a potion from her pouch. While she would have much preferred an invisibility draft, those were expensive. Instead she downed the purple liquid, simply labelled “drink me.” She felt her body began to wiggle and tighten, as if her skin was constricting her bones. Soon she felt her entire body pulling in on itself. Her body was shrinking alright, just like the goblin who sold the potion said it would. What the Goblin failed to mention was that her armor was not going to be affected as well. As she began to shrink on herself, it began to slide off her. Soon she was the size of a squirrel and her armor could no longer stand up on its own. It fell into a heap around her with a clank, trapping her now six inch tall naked body in the metal folds.
It was a less than ideal situation.
 
Lunora spent a few minutes struggling in the folds of her chain mail armor, trying to pull herself out before the weight pinned her and trapped her for the duration of the potion. She never got to the outside though, as she soon heard the happy cackle of a gnoll moments before the bundle of clothes was yanked into the air. Lunora had go hold on to a few of her chain mail rings to keep from being jostled around as the gnoll rushed to the cave entrance.
She heard the gnoll at the cave stop him with a barking demand, “show me what you bring as tribute!”

Lunora was shaken around a bit as the gnoll waggled the bundle back and forth, “armor and weapons. Magical probably.”

The guard paused a moment and then sighed, “fine, enter the chamber.” The gnoll carrying her yipped happily and ran inside, carrying the tiny draenei with him unknowingly.

After a few more minutes of shaking, Lunora suddenly felt the sensation that she was falling. She hit the ground with a painful thud and a tiny grunt as the gnoll ran off. After a few moments the sounds of the cave began to fill her ears. Among the normal echos of the cave and the gnoll chatter, she heard the steady tink of pickaxes on stone. Slowly she extracted herself from the pile of clothes, turning once she was free to come face to face with a gigantic pile of treasures.

All of the silks, gold, and other non-perishable goods were stacked in a pile that looked incredibly large to Lunora’s current size. Even taking that into account she was staring at a small fortune that was thrown into a single tunnel. She had just started contemplating the best way to gather this all up for herself when she heard the sounds the approaching footsteps of more gnolls. She quickly dove behind a gem encrusted goblet to hide herself. Peering around the golden cup, the draenei watched the four gnolls carrying the cage from earlier pass by, grunting under the heavy load. Lunora set her face into a determined look and forgot all about her clothing and the pile of gold, instead heading deeper into the cave, following them closely.

Being small as mouse definitely has its advantages.

Lunora was able to hide perfectly well in the dimly lit cave, following the group of gnolls as they marched down the tunnels. The two girls in the cage were whimpering now, no doubt thinking soon they might find themselves as a meal for the vicious little humanoids. When the cave opened up and the sound of mining faded, however, the girls realized they may be in for a much worse fate.

Lunora had stopped at the entrance to the large cavern, just in the shadows, staring with a gaping mouth at the sight before her.

The large cavern had a row of women, young and old, off to one side. Their bodies were trapped via their midsections in a sort of crude stockade, which pushed their rears into the air and forced them to stead their bodies with their arms. All were wearing the shredded remnants of simple clothing, and each was being fucked by a line of very excited looking gnolls. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled this area of the cavern, along with the whimpers and undesired grunts of the women. Out of all the women, Lunora noticed the one closest to her the most. She was a petite brunette with a round face. She had a bulging stomach, obviously very pregnant, and looked to be grimacing in pain. This grimace was most likely from the pair of tiny gnoll pups suckling on her large, free hanging tits. Lunora didn’t know how gnolls normally bred, but she didn’t think it had to do with humans normally. In fact, she was fairly certain the two species were quite incompatible when it came to offspring, but the bulging stomach and the eager suckling pups would seem to point to the opposite.

The sight of the captured women brought back unsettling memories. After her people had crashed in Azeroth, Lunora had found herself separated from her family and people. She had been found by a Pale Night Elf, who had told her that she was the only survivor of the crash. He agreed to help her and took her in, which for the young draenei was a great relief at first. What she didn’t realize at the time was why the man had decided to take her in. She just thought he was good, but Hendocath had turned out to be anything but.

Within the first week he had forced her into having sex with him, claiming it to be a repayment for his hospitality. Then he tried to convince her again a few days later, but she had refused. This had lead him to get violent and soon his charade with her broke. He stripped her of her clothes, her dignity, and her freedom in one swoop. Soon she was chained in the basement of his home, forced to be his personal fuck toy and to service whomever he told her too. Punishment for not obeying was severe, but Lunora had always had a tough time following orders. The numerous tortured scars along her body were proof to how much she resisted him. 
One night, as her master slept upstairs and she lay covered in sweat, blood, and his cum, she had all but given up hope. She said a single prayer to whatever power would listen, asking for aid. Her answer came in the form of the raging elemental fire within her. The first element she controlled on her path of shamanism. Painfully she used this flame of hatred to burn away the metal bonds, leaving her wrists burned for the longest time, and she ran from the house and out of his life.
 
Lunora was shaken out of her memories by the sound of the cage settling on the right side of the room. Looking over, she saw that the prisoners were being pulled from their cages and pulled towards the center of the cavern, where a makeshift throne had been carved into the rock of the cave. It was what was on the throne that really worried the shaman.
She looked almost like a draenei, but with blood red skin and purple horns arching out of her forehead. Her mouth was a wicked grin of sharp teeth and her lips, eyes, and finger nails were all the same sickly green that turned Lunora’s stomach whenever she saw it. The woman was wearing a fine purple silk dress that didn’t appear to have a back to it above her waist and was a deep v neck down to her navel. This had the wonderful effect of showing off the sides of her pair of heaving breasts. Beyond that the only clothing she wore was a black choker lined with purple stones wrapped tightly around her neck. She had a bored look on her face despite the fact there was a shape underneath her robes that appeared to be hard at work trying to eat her out. Lunora could just make out hints of a tail, wings, and cloven hooves that no doubt belonged to a succubus.
There was no question about the woman before her; the leader of the gnolls was an Eredar.
 
Lunora watched the Eredar push the succubus out from under her dress as the gnolls began to approach with the two girls. The love demon looked disappointed she couldn’t complete her task, but obediently slunk off to the side while licking her lips to clear the pussy juice off them. The Eredar leaned forward and smiled wickedly at the approaching women.

“Hello, lovelies. Welcome to your new home. I am Hestia, your new mistress.”

Despite having no knowledge of who she was, the two girls shivered at the sight of the Eredar. She stood up, at least a head taller now than Lunora at her normal size, and examined the pair closely. One was blond with a slightly chubby body and the other had a very skinny frame with a pair of smaller breasts. After a moment to examine, she continued, “You are both cute, but I don’t need TWO new succubi.” She pointed to the girl who had a bit more meat on her bones, “that one will make a good breeder though. Take her to the stocks,”

The woman cried out as the gnolls drug her towards the stockades, ripping at her clothes to reveal the naked body underneath. Her sobs had a strange effect on Hestia, who purred in delight and ran a hand along her covered breasts. She watched the girl get strapped into an open stock. Her sobs only increased as one of the line of gnolls immediately found its way to her. The small hard-on it sported leaked pre cum as it mounted her and began to rapidly hump into the girl.
Hestia turned to the other girl, beckoning her closer. The gnolls pushed her forward until she was in reaching distance of Hestia, who took the time to run her fingers down the girl’s shoulder and arm softly, “you will make a good demoness, my dear.”

The other girl whimpered again, but didn’t struggle as the pussy licking demon bitch (Lunora’s personal name for the succubus from before) moved forward to grab her. It was time to act. Lunora was going to run back to her clothes, take the antidote to grow big, and fight her way to saving these people and ending Hestia. She spun and took off towards the pile of treasure.

And she ran straight into the leg of a small black creature

Once, when Lunora was a little girl, she had lifted a baby Phasestalker up by the tail so she could look at it. She remembered the little thing wiggling and trying to bite at her and finding it rather funny. Now, as the imp who she had run into grabbed her by the leg and hoisted her tiny body into the air upside down, she grew a new appreciation for how the stalker had felt.

She wiggled and kicked at the large hand holding her, but her strength, based on her current size, was insufficient to loosen the hold on her. The imp brought her close to his eyes, cackling gleefully at his little prize. The beady pupils ran up and down the length of the Draenei’s body, which Lunora remembered was quite naked, before he stretched out a long tongue towards her.

Panicking and thinking she was about to be eaten, Lunora threw her hands out and sent a blast of frost at the imp. He shrieked as his tongue froze and his body reacted without thinking. He flung Lunora into the air. The force was violent and the young bounty hunter was twirling rapidly, unable to catch her bearings so she could see where she might be landing. She caught the barest hint of something red before her body slammed hard into something with a splash. Suddenly she found herself very wet and sinking into a body of liquid.

Shaking herself out of the stun of the impact, she quickly kicked her legs towards the surface. While unable to see where she was going in the murky depths, she could still feel gravity trying to pull her down and decided to go away from that pull. She broke the surface with a gasp, wiping the liquid from her eyes before blinking and looking around.

She was floating in the middle of a goblet filled with wine, judging from the look. A quick licking of her lips confirmed this was indeed the case. She tried to get a look around, but the giant goblet wasn’t full so she couldn’t get a good look over the edge from her position. As she swam towards the edge to do so, she felt the cup jerk to the left and the liquid shift around her. She was being lifted into the air now, so she thought she better move fast. Kicking hard she reached the edge of the cup in a few quick strokes. As she gripped the edge and raised herself up the cup gave a violent jerk again, this time tipping. Then she saw a pair of red lips appear, and the open mouth and long tongue beyond readying for a drink.

Lunora had barely a moment to react. She grabbed the edge of the cup tighter as the wine began spilling into Hesita’s open mouth. She could see the liquid pouring down the Eredar’s throat before the cup tipped back and swirled around a bit, breaking her grip on the edge and sending her into a dizzying whirlwind. Vaguely she heard Hestia comment, “A wonderful taste for the wine today, Muttrot. You’ve captured a good sort of essence in here.”

A yip of approval came from the gnoll most likely called Muttrot, before Lunora heard him padding away. Besides the sloshing liquid, Lunora could only hear the small groans from the captured women caught in mid breeding. But, shortly after the gnolls departure, the goblet was set down so she could see full view of the demon leader.

Hestia snapped her fingers, a booming sound to Lunora’s tiny ears, “Bulma, dear, get under your mistresses robes and finish what Gilla started earlier.”

Lunora caught a glimpse of a sheepish, awkward looking succubus rush over to Hestia before dipping from sight. Soon the unmistakable sound of loud, attentive licking joined the cacophony of whimpers and yips. Instead of her bored expression, Hestia now rolled her eyes back into her head as her eyes half shut, moaning softly at the attentions of her demon companion. Either she had just been hiding the feeling while the gnolls were delivering their captives, or Bulma was much better at lapping at her mistress’s cunt than her fellow servant.

Either way this was perfect for the tiny draenei. Lunora scrambled her way to the edge of the cup again and hoisted herself over, dropping to the side table with a small thud. She was still dripping wet with wine, but at least now she was out of the goblet. She quickly shifted behind the stem to hide,  doing so just in time to see the imp whose tongue she had frosted rush up, his mouth agape and still frost bitten.

He was speaking demonic and pointing rapidly at the spot she had been hiding when he found her, then to his tongue. Hestia listened idly, waving him away with a sigh when he had finished and picking up the cup again, “have the gnolls search for the intruder then.”

The imp ran off and Lunora watched him go. She was beginning to formulate the best plan to follow him back up to the treasure pile when she heard Hestia call out, “never mind Gibbler. We won’t need to look far.”

Her face paler than normal, Lunora looked up to see a smiling Hestia gazing down at her, leaning with her chin on one hand while the other held the goblet away to give her a clear view of the smaller draenei before saying, “Hello there, little sneak. Don’t you look adorable.”

With an undignified “eep!” Lunora leapt off the edge of the table.

Lunora had never been small before, nor had she ever seen anyone as small as she was ever try to jump off an end table, so she had no basis of judgement on how far tiny people were supposed to jump. Given that, she thought she performed fairly well. Her leap took her over the edge, but the Eredar she was running from was too quick for her. Slender red fingers wrapped around her body and closed tightly, stopping her fall prematurely and trapping her in the vice like grip of the demoness. With a jerk that, given her current size, strained her neck, she was pulled to eye level with Hestia. The demoness had a look of amusement on her face. Then she was moved around as Hestia turned her hand and opened her palm, allowing the still naked and slightly damp Lunora to stand on shaky hooves.

“What is a tiny, naked draenei doing in my lair?” Hestia asked, her eyes flicking over the bounty hunter’s body to take her in.

Lunora was no stranger to being naked in front of people. She had been forced to time and again when she was a sex slave, but she still felt her skin flush under the gaze of the Eredar. Despite this she managed to put her hands on her hips and act a lot braver than she felt, “What is a Eredar doing slumming with gnolls?”

Hestia laughed, which shook the hand Lunora was standing on and knocked her to her knees, “Sassy little thing. I like that. But you must be so cold, being soaked in my wine.” She pinched Lunora’s shoulders between two long fingers before picking her up. Hestia pulled her captive up until she was dangling inches from the Eredar’s open mouth. Lunora squeaked in protest as she was lowered down between that pair of succulent lips, which clamped down just below her shoulders, trapping her in the Eredar’s mouth.

Then the demoness began to suck on her, her cheeks caving inward as she pulled rhythmically on Lunora’s body. It was a strange sensation, having her whole body sucked on at once. Even the hardened draenei (who had lost much of her sexual drive after her years of torture) couldn’t deny that the lips felt good squeezing her breasts and body. Then she felt the large tongue of the Eredar snake over her. The wet appendage twisted and swirled over every inch of her, licking the wine from her body almost lovingly. It sent shudders through her, and try as she might to kick the tongue away she was unable to affect the demon’s tongue. Then she felt the appendage slide down her stomach and between her legs. The first flick over her clit sent her body into a spasm. Holy hell, she thought to herself as her body shuddered in delight. It was like every portion of her body was being touched and it. Felt. So. Good.
 
Torture and rape had been a part of Lunora’s life for years, often times hand in hand with one another. She had learned quickly that her body was not easily going to enjoy normal sensations from sex after the first piercing had punctured her sensitive tail years ago. But she had learned how to manage the pain and decrease it. She could “arouse” herself on command, soaking her crotch to make things less painful when someone took her. She knew how to make her partner believe they were in control and she was enjoying what they were doing to her. She had not experienced a hard enough pleasure to elicit a real moan since before she was captured.

Until today.

The Eredar’s tongue pressing against her clit and pushing into her fold to wiggle around was driving her mad, and real pants escaped her tiny lips as she writhed in the mouth of her capture. The soft lips pressing into her chest must have had some magical properties to them, since she was feeling sensation in her nipples for the first time in years. She half closed her eyes, trying to regain control of her body. At the same time she spread her legs a bit wider for that exploring tongue. Despite her size, the wiggling appendage was able to press deep into her and explore every part of her insides. It was a very full feeling as part of it pressed against her sensitive areas inside at the same time as her tongue curled over to press against her tiny clit again.

Lunora bit her tongue to hide another groan of pleasure as the Eredar began wiggling back and forth, rubbing her clit in soft circles. It wasn’t long before her body betrayed her and her pussy began to spasm in her first orgasm another being had ever given her. It angered her that it was an Eredar giving her such pleasure, and she struggled a bit even as her juices flowed onto the demoness’s tongue. The Eredar let out a soft, “Mmmm!” At the taste, which resulting in further vibrations through Lunora’s body and surprised her with a second, even more intense orgasm a moment later.

After a few rapid orgasms, she felt Hesita’s fingers pinch her horns and pull her out, giving her one final deep sensation of pleasure as she sucked hard and pulled the tiny draenei from her lips at the same time. Soon she was hanging in front of the glowing green eyes, her body still shuddering a bit at the lingering feeling. “Your body has felt so much pain, I can tell. I can also turn that pain into the ultimate pleasure for you. It’s a good thing I found you, little one.” Lunora, fully ready to tell her off despite the intense feelings, never got the chance as the woman continued, “You can think on that. For now you will just be my new pet.”

The slight squeak of metal reached her ears moments before Lunora was pushed into a small golden cage normally meant for birds. She hadn’t noticed it arrive, but she had been busy for the last half hour getting her body sucked clean. She grabbed the bars to hold herself up as the cage swung away and down. Soon she was being taken along a tunnel by one of Hesita’s servants.

The room Lunora was led in was draped in fine silks to make it look more like a normal chamber and less like a dingy cave. Lunora was busy examining her cage and any way out of it to notice anything else when she was placed on a hook hanging from the ceiling and left alone. After a few moments she realized that wasn’t entirely the case.

When she had finally felt her way around the cage she looked up and noticed the figure on the bed. Her cheeks flushed, more for embarrassment for the figure than herself. He was male and a blood elf from the look of it, judging from the light skin and the pointed ears. He was also naked, his pale thin body on full display, tied to the bed with his knees under him so his ass stuck high in the air. He appeared to be unconscious, or maybe just asleep. Lunora decided it would be best to not stare and returned to her own prison.

The cage lock would be easy enough to break, but the real problem would be the fall to the ground. Being so small meant she couldnt just drop to the ground from this distance. A fall that far would break a leg at least and her healing magic had always been the limited.

She couldn’t wait for the effects to wear off either. While she was examining it, the goblin had been very chatty about the effect, “the problem with most shrinking potions is that they just wear off and you may not be ready for them too,” He had told her, “I have found a design that prevents the drinker from getting trapped in tight spaces by an untimely expiration. The semi-permanent capability for my potion keeps the user from growing unless their normal body can fill the space, and even then only slowly.”

This would have been great if Lunora had been stuck in a wall crack, but in a flimsy cage she wished there was a way to simply cancel the effect on her own. Then the elf on the bed brought her out of her introspection with a small groan.
While he was still strapped to the bed, by what looked thick wooden ropes, his eyes were now open and looking directly at the Draenei’s cage. He smiled at her in a friendly manner until they both heard faint humming from the hallway towards them, along with the sounds of hooves on stone. His eyes went wide in terror and he swallowed hard.

Lunora knew the feeling.