warlords 15

“Caravan escort? We can perform that duty, of course.” Deesha stated accommodatingly. Even if it was a goblin that was requesting the assistance she had been left bored from the weeks of inaction. It was like everyone in charge had been concerning themselves over other things. There had been more of the goblins showing up in the most recent week. The changes to the Garrison had been jarring after things had stayed the same for so long. As a simple guard that had been around since before Yrel took over: First, it felt like the Commander was intent on harassing most of the Draenei women in the base, then he seemingly disappeared and left Yrel in charge. The final development was Yrel playing more of an advisory role to a cartel goblin. Deesha and the other draenei did not have the point of reference to see Yrel's frilly, skimpy black and white uniform for what it was. A maid costume; one that was just a bit too small for her at that. Yrel's enlarged tits were constantly at risk of bursting from her tight blouse, but the women of the garrison could only assume without extra information that she was affected particularly hard by an ass of yet unseen pregnancy. It made sense, considering all the time she spent with the Commander before.

“Escort? No no, we need pack animals.” The goblin said bluntly. That statement alone was enough to alert her, but even if it hadn't, the second definitely raised alarm bells.

“You got a nice enough body. You look like you'd be good to pull a cart.” The man looked surprised when Deesha did not immediately take that as a compliment.

“I'm... Sorry?” The woman was a seasoned warrior and peacekeeper. She had protected Karabor and participated in many battles. She was not ancient, but her life extended back before Draenor, so she had experience and the wisdom of age. She had gone through the forging process thinking that she would become a soldier in the army of light. At least, that was what she was promised.

“I don't know what type of joke you are trying to-” She blinked, feeling a strange lightheadedness as she stared down at the small, unimposing green man. He felt bigger the more she looked at him. Larger in spirit than even her seven-foot self.

“Trying to pull-”

“A cart.” The goblin interjected.

“Trying to get a girl to pull a cart.” He said it impatiently, like she was presenting an unnecessary roadblock by refusing to be a pack mule.

“Oh, you just need me to pull a cart?” She felt odd for being confused, and for denying him as her racial programming kicked in. Slowly all of her points began to shift into the necessary template as the goblin 'partnered' with her automatically. She began to remove her clunky armor, as she knew it would not help her in her duties to her partner.

“What is going on, here?” A second draenei spoke. The goblin quirked a brow as a new girl approached somewhat conveniently. He thought he would have to go looking for another free peacekeeper to complete his task. Most goblins were only allowed one, but since he was a hauler and haulers had a specially duty to pack supplies, he was an exception.

“Deesha, why are you taking your clothes off?” Pasha had been friends with the other girl for quite a while. The two were the same age, completed the same training and similar duties over their long lives. They knew each other quite well and at no point did Pasha know her friend to be an exhibitionist, nor did she have a thing for small green men.

“I am needed to act as a pack animal for this man.” Deesha said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Pasha's brows rose as far as they could and the woman cringed as her long-time friend pulled her tight under-armor up over her perky tits, allowing them to bounce free. Before Pasha could issue any more protests the woman quickly shimmied out of her leggings, too, her tail wagging happily as it slid free of the hole in her pants that was made for it.

“So I am just stripping down to make it easier for him to apply the necessary harnesses.” Pasha could tell her heart was beating quickly and the girl looked very excited to be performing her duty.

“Thanks, Dolly.” The man motioned for her to lean down. Pasha stared in awe as her friend complied while the goblin threw the upper portion of a harness over her head. It was part that held reigns and straps that were secured by a locking collar. He tightened and clasped all of it as she bent down.

“What's Dolly?” Deesha asked.

“That's your name, idiot.” He gave her rear a crude slap as he threw more harnesses over her back. Things were moving incredibly quickly. Pasha expected her friend to recoil and discipline the man. Instead, she jumped a little, but ultimately just wagged her thin tail like an animal as she fell onto all fours. Her back hooves were flat on the ground and her hands flat on her palms. It looked awkward.

“Understood.” Dolly said in what had become a confusing, yet consistent act of submission for the girl that had been dubbed 'Dolly.' Pasha was in awe.

“H-how long does she need to be a pack animal for?” Pasha asked.

“Rest of her life.” The man tightened the straps. As he did, Dolly's back straightened. Her posture became more natural and level. When Pasha wondered how that was accomplished, it boggled her mind to look down and see that her hands had formed into hooves and her wrists had thinned and extended. As she traced her eyes all down her friend's powerful body, every muscle had been contorted and shaped for pulling and carrying.

“The REST of her life!?” Pasha gasped.

“Hey, Dot, would you mind stripping down. I need another one to pull this cart.”

“Dot?” It was a strange feeling for her mind trailed her actual actions. She looked around as though she did not know who he was speaking to while her thumbs slid under her leggings and began to roll them down below her hips. She wagged her toned rear as they were slid down to her thighs before she noticed.

“Wait... What am I doing...” She questioned out loud, kneeling to allow the goblin to throw the reigns over her head.

“I really don't got patience for this. I gotta get going.”

“W-” She gulped as he nimbly cut down the front of her armor and pulled it off. Dot pulled the rest of her leggings down. She realized her tail was wagging uncontrollably at the thought of being useful to him. It was jarring how much stronger she felt as he threw the rest of the harnesses over her back and tightened them. It was both extremely odd, and yet it somehow felt very right when she fell onto her two front hooves and was lead very naturally to her spot in front of the cart. She could not help but have the thought that she was made for it. She was exactly where she was supposed to be. But those were not hers, immediately. They were impositions on her actual thought process.

“We are... Pack animals?” Dot half-questioned and half confirmed to her friend, who had been dubbed Dolly.

“Yeah.” Dolly nodded, shifting comfortably as she was attached to the cart.

“For the rest of our lives?”

“Yeah?” Dolly looked at Dot like she was being silly.

“What? Does a mount that pulls a wagon usually get upgraded to anything other than a mount that pulls a wagon? Maybe the wagon gets upgraded, but we'll always be the same.”

That made perfect, logical sense to Dot, who nodded at the sagely wisdom as the goblin attached her to the cart as well.

“Do you remember how when we were young we always wanted to work towards becoming...” Dot stopped, as the thing that filled her blank still did not quite feel right until Dolly confidently finished her thought. She was further along, after all. It felt like having another mount around to reinforce all the strangeness served to bend her mind faster, however.

“Becoming a pack animal. Me too, yeah. We finally did it, Dot!”

Dot smiled weakly, her shrinking brain did not have the power to fight the intrusive thoughts and her fading will meant she simply lacked the conviction. Ever since she was small she had always wanted... To be a pack animal for a small green creature. It made no logical sense, it had no basis in reality, but it was true. Their bodies moved almost automatically as the reigns were pulled. Their powerful muscles had no trouble driving the overfull cart. They were stronger than they had ever been, ironically.

“Here we go!” Dolly said excitedly. Dot also got caught up in the excitement of working, her tail wagging behind her.