The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ & Hemingway ]
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				Title: <strong>The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 02:08:38</strong>
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				The Draenei could scarcely believe her ears.<br><br>"Lysandra," the Goblin said, in his all-too-smooth voice, "Darling, you have to understand. I can reverse your, ah, condition. It just takes time to whip up the proper antidote. In the meantime, there's a fortune to be made! I <em>apologize</em> for the, ah, anguish this, this, this completely accidental side-effect has caused for you. That's why I'm trying to make it up to you!" he said.<br><br>The Goblin had a point - there was money in it. Still, the Draenei liked it not one bit. She squirmed in her seat, her legs crossed. Waiting was bad enough, but working in the meantime, doing 'shows' which the Goblin hadn't really described in any great detail? It'd be at the Darkmoon Faire, and people would pay a fortune to see it, sure. He still hadn't explained what the content of the show would be. She imagined being dunked in water, or having people looking at her in wide-eyed amazement - both of which were bad enough. She had no clue there was a second person like her.<br><br>Lysandra was, ignoring her unique condition, fairly unremarkable Draenei - if a bit unconventional. Her skin was dark, her curves soft and easy on the eye - as was true of many of her kind. She wore her head long, but on her left side, near the temple, part of it had been shaved nearly all the way down, to give her just a hint of a rebellious appearance. Up until the potion and its side-effect, she'd prided herself on that bit of unconventional appearance. She'd also prided herself on her ample bosom. After the potion, however, the hair didn't seem as important, and her bosom had increased. As had other parts of her. Considerably. She groaned just thinking about it.<br><br>"Fine," she said, finally. "Fine. I'll do it," she said, and groaned. She regretted it the moment the goblin opened his mouth.<br><br>"Great, great!" he said. "You won't regret it!" he said, not realizing it was already too late for that. "Let me introduce you to your partner," he said, and she felt her blood turn hot and cold at the same time. Blood rushed to her cheeks, while her heart felt like it'd stopped in her chest. A partner? That was deeply suspicious. She'd feared, deep down, that there was more to the 'show' than the goblin was letting on. Still, there was no telling what he had in mind. A partner might simply mean an assistant, someone to be there with her. She knew that to be a lie, however. She simply knew it. When the human - who she latered discovered was no mere human - walked in, she immediately understood more than she'd wanted to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IzabellaJ</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 04:18:46</strong>
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				The Worgen was unhappy about it all. The Goblins, her condition and the fact that she was even unique amongst the Worgen because of him. <em>"It will cure your Lycanthropy."</em> He said,<em>"It will allow you to be human again."</em> Well that was all a lie. Sure, she felt stupid to have even believed him but she was desperate and desperate people are susceptible to everything. So the Worgen, who was currently in her human form at the request of the Goblins, was sat in a tent which was currently located at the Darkmoon Faire. "Rosabelle I need you to come here." The Goblin leading her said, to which the woman stood and sighed, walking over to him and shaking her head slowly from side to side. "Why the long face? You know I only want to <em>help</em> you." Rosabelle sighed again and walked after him, not knowing where he was leading her now.<br><br>As she walked, Rosabelle made sure to smooth her shoulder length black hair. Her pale skin made her green eyes more striking and she walked with a strange gait that suggested she was uncomfortable. Her large hips swayed as she walked, as did her full rear and ample breasts which gave her an alluring look of femininity which only made the Worgen shake her head at the irony. After the Wolf had scratched her and her condition had set in, she had only had bad luck befall her. "Why are we at the Faire and not working on fixing what YOU did to me." She snarled a little, the Worgen in her voice just coming out a little. Rosabelle had been nervous about being at the Faire, she hadn't been explained what they were doing there and the signs stating about the new nighttime entertainment being the most unique in all of Azeroth wasn't helping her mood. Was she going to be put on a pedestal and made to 'perform'? She shuddered, wondering what that would even involve. <br><br>"What's the new show?" She asked, though deep down she already knew the answer to her question and that worried her. <br><br>When she received no answer, she just followed the green skinned creature, who was met by his associate the other actor in this grim macabre that was her life. They were both beaming happily, like they were about to become rich which is generally all goblins cared about anyway, and it made Rosabelle feel more uneasy. They showed her to a tent, and so she made her way into it and looked around wondering what she was being shown. After smoothing down her blue robe which she was wearing over the clothes the Goblins had requested she wore. "Hello?" The woman called out, and that was when she noticed the Draenei stood there. The Worgen knew not who she was or what she was doing there, but it didn't seem like it was going to be anything easy. "Erm...who are you?"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>03-02-2014, 18:33:44</strong>
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				Lysandra looked at the human, then the goblin, then back to the human. She finally ended up staring down the goblin. "What is this?" she demanded.<br><br>"Lysandra! Meet your partner, Rosabelle. Rosa - Lysandra!" the goblin said, eagerly. "You <em>girls</em> will get to know each other very well," he said, and snickered without even attempting to hide it. "You girls are partners now, in my new show. You see, you both suffered the same, unfortunate side-effect to some of our potions, and, ah . . . Well, needless to say, you girls are worth a fortune. I mean, your skills. Features. You're going to make us all rich, is what I'm getting at," the goblin said, and by the end was quite literally rubbing his hands.<br><br>"You still haven't explained what manner of show this is, goblin," Lysandra said, offering her new 'partner' a suspicious glance.<br><br>"Ah! Well. It's like I said. It doesn't really have a name yet, and --" <br><br>"What manner of show?" Lysandra demanded again.<br><br>"Fine, fine. You two are going to be naked on stage, and -- Oh, come on. I really have to spell it out for you!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IzabellaJ</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 07:58:52</strong>
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				Rosabelle gawped at Lysandra and then back to the goblin. She blinked once and then twice, wondering what was going to happen between the goblin and the new woman. "Who are you?" She asked, blinking at the Draenei woman who seemed to be very angry with the whole situation. It was strange what the goblin had talked about, partner? "What do you mean, partner?" Rosabelle looked from the goblin to Lysandra. "Partner in what?" The Worgen was struggling to follow the conversation, but she always was a bit naive. That was how the goblin had first talked her into taking the potion in the first place.<br><br>Know each other? Rich? Show? Rosabelle didn't understand what was going on other than she thought the Draenei was suffering with the same thing as her. The large problem. When she heard the words naked on stage, the woman furrowed her brow. "Why would anyone want to see us? Other than that night elf..." When the Worgen had first discovered her problem she had met a night elf in Moonglade. The elf was very keen to study Rosabelle and in particular wanted to see if her problem was 'fully functioning'. Thinking about it, she had still yet to hear back on the elf's report.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 22:25:07</strong>
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				The goblin muttered something about the human woman being unbelievably dense, though he made sure neither woman could hear. He went to the Draenei, as at least she was cooperating, in a manner of speaking. He tugged at the pants she wore, and she shot him an annoyed look, raising her eyebrows at him. He nodded his head toward the floor, and she rolled her eyes. "Just . . . let . . . me," he said, struggling with her pants until finally they fell down.<br><br>Lysandra had rolled her eyes with a loud sigh, then averted them as the goblin tugged her pants down. They finally fell down, and revealed that potion's odd side effect; a thick and long, though perfectly limp cock, hanging freely between her legs, though quite attached to her in the usual way.<br><br>"This!" the goblin declared. "This is what they'll pay for!" he said. Lysandra finally jerked back as she reached out to grab the large cock.<br><br>"Enough!" she said. "I won't have you touch me like that. I think I understand what's going on - she and I have both had the same bad reaction to one of your potions, and you seek to profit from it. I still don't know how you expect us to get rich. You want us naked, obviously. Doing what?" she asked, and her eyes drifted to the human.<br><br>"Well . . ." the goblin said, hesitating a moment. "You know. The, ah, usual stuff. You'll sit on a stage, maybe . . . maybe walk around a little, show off. Yes! A bit of strutting around, maybe . . . maybe touch each other a bit? Then have sex," he said, adding the last sentence almost under his breath, instantly moving on to the next part of his pitch. "It'll make us rich! You've both agreed to it, you've been introduced, so, really, I see no reason to wait! The sooner we get to work, the sooner we can reap the benefits!" he said, neglecting to mention a cure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IzabellaJ</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 07:29:39</strong>
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				Rosabelle kept looking at the goblin as he moved to the Draenei. She smiled weakly, wondering if she should help the woman from the goblin but instead choosing to just stand still. She watched him try to pull down the girls pants, struggling to get them off of Lysandra. When she finally agreed to let him pull down her pants, Rosabelle just stared. She should have expected what she saw, they were afflicted by the same problem after all. The Worgen just stared at the other girls cock before moving her gaze to the floor, she felt her cheeks flush up a little as she did. <br><br>"Why would they pay for that?" Rosebelle asked, wondering how much money Worgen and Draenei females with cocks could actually make. "Aren't we just going to be a freak show?" As the goblin tried to reach for the cock she watched Lysandra recoil, her gaze going back to the woman's organ. It was only natural after all, she was a woman and these things attracted her. <br><br>The woman peeked outside and started to notice it was getting dark and a crowd was starting to gather. Perhaps they really will have people pay to watch them. "Do we get some of the profits?" The woman asked as she turned back to the lecherous goblin and the half naked Lysandra.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>05-02-2014, 15:25:50</strong>
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				"Well, of course, of course!" the goblin exclaimed, sensing Rosabelle was coming around to the idea. As far as he was concerned, Lysandra was already convinced. The draenei's frown and folded arms suggested otherwise, but he didn't even notice, his attention fully focused on the human. "We split all the profits evenly. I take an <em>even</em> fifty per cent, you split the remaining fifty. Four ways. My partner takes a fourth, I take a fourth, and you two share a fourth."<br><br>Lysandra cleared her throat. "You're one fourth short. I also noticed you have two shares . . ." she said, staring at the goblin.<br><br>"I'm nothing short! It takes gold to keep the show running, too, you know? That's what that's for. As for my shares - obviously! I'm both the manager and the owner, here, not to mention . . . In fact, I won't mention it. I'm the brains here! You two worry about how to attract customers, and we'll all get rich regardless!"<br><br>Lysandra glanced over at Rosabelle, lifting an eyebrow. "Mr. Manager . . ." she said, "Why don't you leave my partner and myself for a while. We need to . . . practice," she said. Whatever the goblin was imagining when she said that, she really didn't want to know. Neither did she really want to 'practice', only discuss options with her new 'partner'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IzabellaJ</strong> on <strong>06-02-2014, 02:19:09</strong>
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				Rosabelle just stood there looking at the goblin who was now almost feverish with excitement. She didn't really see much choice in the matter and maybe with a little gold she could actually cure her problem. Well, both of her problems actually. The Worgen counted the math on her fingers, it didn't add up but before she could say anything the draenei had already pointed it out. "Shouldn't the stars get the lions share?" She asked, but it seemed that neither of them actually heard her mention this.<br><br>After a brief conversation the woman saw Lysandra glace over at her. She straightened up and looked back, raising her eyebrows as if she was trying to understand what the draenei might have wanted. "Yes... practice makes perfect." The Worgen watched the goblin leave, not even hiding the look of glee on his face. "So, what do we do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>20-02-2014, 14:20:40</strong>
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				"Why, we practice," Lysandra said, dryly.<br><br>After a moment, she sighed, and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she said. What could they do? The entire arrangement was obviously shady, and she found it difficult to even pretend there was anything legitimate about it, or the goblin manager's claims. At the same time, she didn't really see how she had any other choice. The goblin was undoubtedly dishonest, wanting to fleece the two women, but the alternative was to give up and accept her new condition. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried to find a cure already, and been laughed at just about every time.<br><br>"Will you do it?" she finally asked the other woman, biting her lip. "I mean, will you go along with the goblin's schemes? I don't trust him, but . . ." she sighed, "I don't really see any other options, beyond just leaving. If he'll even let us leave, at this point. I wouldn't be surprised if he forced us to stay, and do it for free. Come to think of it, he still might. What do you think, about all this? What do you think . . ." she paused for a moment, blushing and averting her eyes, "of me? I mean, would you . . . would you let me do it, voluntarily? If none of this were happening?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IzabellaJ</strong> on <strong>22-02-2014, 05:06:48</strong>
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				Rosabelle smiled sweetly at the other woman. She listened to her words and heard her concerns. Yes, the goblins were undoubtedly going to make a large profit off of them, or at least try. And no, they would most likely get nothing much in return and if they did make profit then there would be no chance of either of them ever getting a cure. "We won't know what happens until it happens really." The Worgan shrugged, she had nothing else useful to say, this was all beyond her really.<br><br>"It isn't really a question of going along with his schemes. Yes I will do it, but we have little other choice. No matter what we do, the Goblins will always consider us their project... or toys." She grimaced at her own words. "I don't trust them, but so far all we know is we go on stage and show our cocks and see what happens." As the girl shrugged, she knew in her heart she had already accepted what fate was going to throw at her, she had to once before with her other condition, so why not this one too? The woman was a little confused when she was asked what she thought of Lysandra. She didn't really know how to answer as she herself wasn't sure what she thought. "I... I think I would yes." Rosabelle answered, thinking for a moment before she continued. "I am attracted to... those." She let her eyes move down to the other womans hips and felt herself blush.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 16:49:36</strong>
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				Lysandra felt herself blush, too, ever so faintly. Her cock gave a very slight twitch as the other woman's attention was directed toward it. She bit her dark lips. She slipped her hand down to her cock, and wrapped her hand around it, very slowly and very gently, and had to fight back a quiet gasp. It was sensitive, and no wonder that was. In the weeks since her 'change', she hadn't so much as touched her new 'thing'. When the woman confessed to liking 'those', she immediately felt a tad <em>pent up</em>. She looked up at the other woman.<br><br>"Oh? Maybe it won't be all bad, then," she said, letting go of her cock again. It was harder than before, twitching slightly. "You've seen mine, why don't you show me yours, too?" she asked, almost licking her lips as she did. One thing they could at least agree on: Cocks, as a general thing, were nice. She hadn't been too thrilled about having one herself, but the other woman made a compelling case. "I'd like to know what I'm dealing with, you know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Darkmoon Draenei-Worgen Show [ IzabellaJ &amp; Hemingway ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IzabellaJ</strong> on <strong>26-02-2014, 09:13:45</strong>
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				The Worgan giggled as Lysandra's cock gave an involuntary twitch. She watched the Draenei closely as she grasped her own organ and bit her lip. She looked so cute at that moment, feminine in all the right places and obviously masculine in the one place where it counted right now. "How does that feel?" The woman asked with a blushing smile, she couldn't help but feel slightly aroused by the whole scene. Rosabelle wondered if that was odd, enjoying the sight of the Draenei girl with the cock showing off to her, but she put it down to her condition and the fact that she was still a female after all. <br><br>After a moments pause, Rosabelle pulled up the dress she was wearing and showed the other woman herself. Her cock was currently semi erect though it was getting harder as she exposed herself and watched the other woman's actions. "What do you think?" The Worgan blushed again and looked down at her feet, wondering how Lysandra will react to the sight of her.&nbsp; 
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