Sprinkle Noggenfogger pulled her wagon with purpose and determination. Bottles and buckets clanged and rattled as the wheels bounced and shifted along the dirt road. Having gone from baroness in Gadgetzan to a newfound position in Orgrimmar suited the goblin surprisingly well. It was intriguing, she thought, but most of all it gave her freedom to experiment.
She had traded the white, silken attire for a simple linen shirt and well-made woolen pants. It seemed as if goblins were smart to keep a lower profile in the new Horde, particularly female ones. Her red hair was kept in a tight bun nowadays, while out collecting. A femur bone from some critter kept it in place.
Getting that wagon from the Goblin Slums to the high rises above the valleys was no small feat, but it was absolutely worth it in her mind. The labor made her miss her cool silks at times, though, but a goblin had to make her way in this world, not wait for hand-outs.
The tiny huts cresting the ridge and overlooking the Valley of Strength came into view. It was in these this day's work awaited. They were small constructions, no more than eight feet by eight feet, and twelve feet tall, built using solid lumber, and roofed by crimson tiles. The doorway of each hut did not have a door, but a blanket hung before the entrance to hinder prying eyes. Three huts stood along the closest ridge, while many more popped up like mushrooms in a mire all over the city.
As she approached the first hut, a tauren came through the fluttering carpet door. He stopped abruptly in front of her, almost stomping on her tiny figure. His bull frame loomed large above her, his hide a darker brown and horns black.
"Pardon, me, ma'am," he said, bowing politely while tying the cord in his pants. "And good morning to you." With that, he swept past her and disappeared down the road.
Right from the source, I better be quick, she though, grabbing a bucket from her wagon and sweeping the blanket aside to enter the hut. "Hold it, hold it!" She yelled as she got inside.
She was met by the familiar blue skin of a female draenei. The girl had her head and hands trapped within a pillory, and her hooves shackled to posts hammered in the ground to keep them spread apart. The draenei was faced away from the entrance, so it was the big, blue butt of the girl that met Sprinkle first. The ass was massive twin pillows with an unbelievable firmness to it. What caught Sprinkle's attention, however, was the gaping monstrosity that was her cunt. A drop of white had begun to leak from it already.
"Hold on," she said again, running over to place the bucket between the muscular, blue legs. "There! Go ahead."
A colossal queef flung a globe of bubbling, pale cum in the bucket with a splash. The goblin had to take a step back to avoid stray droplets from hitting her. Another queef, this one drawn out and with a higher pitch, followed, beef curtains flapping violently like a bat's wings with the excretion of more pale gravy. Although her tunnel was no longer tight by any means, the inordinate amount of bull juice must have created a blockage, which had trapped all that air inside. Once the flapping ended, it only leaked in a steady stream into the bucket, which was already half-full. Noggenfogger had a measure of sympathy for the big booty ones; they got the roughest treatments and the longest lines of visitors.
"Glub blar pphhhrrrr," said the draenei before blowing a raspberry.
"Oh, he really worked you over, dear," the goblin said, petting the right, blue leg. The left leg was trembling uncontrollably.
"Gubb gubb, blur, ffffrrrr," continued the draenei.
"I can heal your body, girl," Sprinkle said, "but I cannot do much for your mental state." She let her new priestly abilities flow into the girl, healing her. The cavernous cunt closed, becoming its former tight slit, while squeezing out another few drops of goo. The draenei continued her unintelligible mumbling. Sprinkle had seen it more and more lately among the acquisitions who had been here for a while. After enough rounds of gargantuan cocks, brandings, slapping, insertions, and being filled to the brim by sludge, the heals would still take, but the prisoners would gradually lose their sanity.
As she grabbed the bucket, she looked up at the wall. There, hung so both the girl and the user could see, was a life-like painting of a proud draenei paladin in polished armor. She held her hammer aloft, one leg on a felled orc, head raised to the sky. It was, of course, a depiction of the same draenei who stood before her.
"I will see you tomorrow," Sparkle sighed, leaving the blabbering mess of a draenei behind.
The next hut had had no visitors this morning. Adia had never been a strong paladin or might warrior. In fact, she had never seen battle at all. She was a farm girl, who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. She had been there for a day now and had had one visitor, an old vulpera who couldn't quite get it up. A commotion in the Valley of Strength the day before had kept her relatively untouched.
Adia was nineteen winters old, had a beautiful face – she must have been the village beauty at home – and a slender body. Her brown hair was an intricate braid. She was locked in some kind of swing, arms shackled overhead, and legs chained in a position Sprinkle could only describe as a birthing position. Her tiny toes wiggled in the direction of the blanket door. Her tits were tiny buttons, and her pussy was as tight as they came, or so the goblin had heard while eavesdropping on the old vulpera trying to thumb in a softy the day before.
"Sprinkle," the girl exclaimed as the goblin entered. Tears already threatened in her brown eyes.
"Hi, girl," Sprinkle answered. There wouldn't be anything to gather here this day either. She had spoken a bit to the girl the day before to build trust for later cooperation. She had two younger brothers at home and her father worked the farm and did carpentry. Or something like that.
"I- I want to go home," the girl said. Her lower lip quivered. "Please, an old fox tried to sleep with me yesterday." She wept by the time she had finished the sentence.
"It's alright," the goblin re-assured, "I'm sure no –"
Her fake promise was cut of mid-utterance as someone drew the blanket aside. A gray-green orc came into the hut, wearing a leather vest that displayed massive arms and a simple, ragged pair of short pants. His mohawk was pitch black.
"Oh," he said as he saw Sprinkle. "Sorry, little one. Didn't know it was taken."
Sprinkle met Adia's enormous, innocent eyes, which were overflowing with tears. The desperate look on the girl's face practically screamed for help. Then, Sprinkle turned to the orc. "No problem, master orc. Mind if I leave a bucket underneath?"
Adia gave a surprised sob at the goblin's response.
"Not at all, friend, not at all," the orc replied with a smile, undoing his pants. He fished up a powerful bitchbreaker from within those ragged pants, already growing rigid, veins throbbing visibly. This would be a hard start for the young farm girl. No doubt, she would be missing the old, limp-dick vulpera in a moment or two. And Sparkle would ruin her build-up of trust, but a load so directly from the source was too good to pass up.
"N-no, don't leave me, Sprinkle, please," Adia begged as the goblin placed the bucket underneath the hanging human. She cast a glance up to look at that miniscule butt hole and the unspoiled slot above it. This would be brutal.
"Thank you, miss," the orc growled as Sparkle skittered past him toward the exit.
"Sprinkle, please!" The girl's cries followed.
The pleas for her to return only lasted a moment, however, before the girl's begging was aimed toward someone else. "P-please, sir orc. D-don't. I've never… No! Not my ass! I'm a virgin, please. I'll suck you or you can take my womanhood! No wait! Wait! Not my aaaaaAAA –"
That was what Sprinkle had time to hear as she walked away, taking a stroll around the ridge to pass the time. She might get a full bucket, this time. The orc's sack had seemed ready to burst. If the girl was a virgin too, it wouldn't be a long wait, with a tight, brown hole like that.
Indeed, it wasn't long until the orc came out, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Ehm," he cleared his throat. "You can retrieve your bucket now, miss."
Sprinkle smiled and nodded to him, then scampered inside. Adia was struggling to breath between heaving sobs and gut-wrenching wails. Her hairless pussy looked as tight as ever, but her asshole was a yawning pit from which residue from the orc's assault oozed. Fat drops fell with hollow plops into the bucket below. Artificial farts sent plump dosage after plump dosage plummeting into the bucket.
When the goblin scurried over to retrieve it, the weeping girl noticed her. Through bloodshot eyes she looked at her. "You left me," she cried. "It hurts so bad." As she broke down in violent sobs again, Sprinkle reached up to heal her. "You left me, you evil monster!" Adia's hand froze halfway to the girl. Monster? Grabbing the bucket, she left the bitch whining and left. It wasn't her fault that the orc had sodomized her. She would reconsider tomorrow once Adia had met a few more of the new Horde.
As she carried the full bucket to her wagon, she saw two trolls carrying a cage toward the third hut. Inside was a pink-haired gnome in mage robes. The cute face was looking about her nervously. She locked eyes with the goblin.
"What's happening?" She asked. "Where are they taking me? What will happen to me?" The trolls and their cargo disappeared into the third hut.
Fantastic! I've been wondering when they would fill that hut, she thought with a smile. And a gnome, too. Taking hold of her wagon, she set her sights on the slums. The echoes of Adia's screams played in her mind. It usually bothered her a little, but this time, she was alright with it. A rude girl taught a lesson, a new sample. It was all shaping up to be a pretty good day.
Back in her hut, she filled the cum on bottles. All over the table was equipment made for potion brewing. The Noggenfogger elixir had always been unpredictable in its side effects, but she was closing in on something she thought the new warchief would appreciate. This evening would be for experimentation. She opened the secret hatch in the floor and went into the dirt cellar below. In a cage sat a young human woman, blond hair obscuring her face. Her belly was fat with pregnancy, all a part of the new elixir. The belly was unusually big too. Was there a tauren half-breed in there or some unholy mixture of draenei and something else? One thing was sure, the next day, she would bring some bottles and start milking the blue gal's gigantic tits, so that she could feed the offspring in the future. She could barely wait!