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| mineforever3 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:40am PDT | ||||
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| You're Mine, Forever (part 3)
[no sex, poor Moog?] [i][I thought up a few ideas for the ending of this series. For a while I was considering retconning it, and the ending would have it turn out that it was all a dream, disappointing any reader, and then the three of them would have a happy tea party. One of the other ideas that I was kicking around was just cutting to a week after Moog escapes, and he writes a sort of "Penthouse Forum" equivalent letter to some horde magazine about his crazy sex adventures with the sex demons, and how he got away, and then of course it would end with "I never thought it would happen to me." That would've been a really short sort of epilogue chapter. I went with this instead.][/i] A number of weeks passed, horde and alliance armies trying their luck at Molten Core, fighting the endless swarm of demons spawned from the mighty sperm river. Shadrene, the new master of all things demon on Azeroth, had cooked up quite a freakshow. Most of the armies had all taken their turns being beaten down by the unfairly difficult soldiers and commanders of the demonic legion, putting Illidan's army to shame with its sheer numbers. Shadrene spent most of her days lounging around comfortably, floating along the river in an inflatable novelty tauren raft, sipping frosty mugs of pure tauren cum from the river, remarking to no one in particular about "the fine vintage" and "bold taste" of Moog's tortured endless cum spray. Her personal cave room, Ragnaros' old room, was plastered with posters of taurens, tauren plushies, and hugpillows with Moog's image printed onto them. The room was also plastered with his cum, with him suspended in the center, demon girl slaves working their magic on his genitals every moment of the past few months. Moog was still hanging around there, mostly bored. He had gotten used to the whole situation, constantly spraying cum, the lack of sensation, no desire for sleep, food or sex. He had heard the distant sounds of combat as various armies approached, but never got within sight of him. One day, lost within the weeks of time that had passed of Shadrene's new dominance and unrelenting fortified hold in Azeroth, one alliance army entered with the intent of never quitting until they had destroyed all of Molten Core. They were probably the most powerful gathering of people in all of Azeroth, with armor that shone so bright that they spent more time trying not to blind each other than fighting. Hours passed, days passed. They worked through Sperm Core the hard way, taking down swarms of demons and the occasional commander, learning all the tricks needed. Shifts were swapped out with other adventurers, the raid continuing non stop. Soon, after almost a week, they had mowed their way through to only the most powerful of the demon commanders, who seemed to do nothing but spend their time sitting around in cave alcoves waiting for the raid to reach them, where they would fight with some confusing new mix of tricks. Shadrene knew of the war, but spent most of her days drunk on cum anymore. Panicked demon soldiers were sent to warn her of the slowly approaching army, and she ignored them, choosing to instead enjoy her luxury while it lasted, not caring if it would end or not. Soon enough, the final demon commander and demon daughter approached her, saying they were the last. Shadrene just hung out, floating along the rivers on he raft, playing with its plastic horns, and staring off into space with a dumb grin. Before Shadrene knew it, she faced 40 weary and angry alliance soldiers, ready to take her on almost as much as she was ready for a new experience. "Think that you can satisfy me, my old comrades?" Shadrene said with a grin, opening her legs to them. "I'm ready for your love." Instead, she was tasered and handcuffed, carried out by several of the soldiers and alliance representatives, as she squirmed and yelled, trying to kick at them. A few of the adventurers stayed in the central chamber, puzzled and yet enlightened. There was this tauren, who had been suspended in the air, unwillingly fueling the demon army. As Shadrene was arrested, he finally fell to the ground, free. He tried thanking them, the language barrier making things difficult, and was escorted out of Blackrock Mountain by a few vaguely concerned alliance officers and medics. One considerate medic put a blanket over Moog's back, not that it would help, and another gave him a mug of warm cocoa, which actually did help. Moog's eyes welled up just a little in joy, finally released of the intensely boring captivity. The long demon sex maniac sperm siege of Azeroth had finally ended, and everyone returned to Stormwind, even a disoriented and confused, but greatly relieved Moog. The dwarves and gnomes had worked together, engineering a very complex series of explosives laid throughout all of Blackrock Mountain, from the deepest pit of Molten Core all the way to the ceiling of Nefarian's bedroom. Once detonated, Blackrock Mountain was no more, replaced with a crater that went down a mile into the earth. Horde ambassadors were allowed into Stormwind for the first time in history, along with a small handful of translators and soldiers, there to join Moog as Shadrene was put on trial for her crimes, some of the laws for these crimes had to be quickly invented since they did not yet have legislation for such things. Usually they just killed whoever did this because they would put up a fight. Moog was their star witness, and laid his testimony out in graphic detail, unintentionally arousing most of the world as they learned of his exploits. The publicity embarrassed and unnerved Moog, but he was convinced to continue when the alliance agreed to let Lorgrah in to Stormwind to support him. Moog and Lorgrah had joined awkwardly at first, but she grew to understand and forgive what happened, and Moog agreed to let Lorgrah come to terms with his actions as she wanted. He told her that if it was too much that she would not have to see him anymore and that he would understand, but she only smiled. Sure he had fucked an insane draenei woman right in front of her and came like a firehose and all that, but... okay that pissed her off a little bit, but that's just Moog, she thought. It definitely wouldn't happen again, Lorgrah would make sure of that. The trial went on for a small number of days, Shadrene being found guilty not too long after the closing arguments were made. The defense's argument was that yes she did these things, but she had been through a stressful period in her life and all that stuff you've probably heard before. The defense of course [i]had[/i] to say something, since that was their job. As Moog testified to the whole legion of demons, and forced sperm farming and insemination of more demons, she looked to Shadrene at the defendant's table. She spent most of her time staring down at the table, sulking. Every once in a while, like say when Moog admitted to willingly having sex with her in Arathi, she looked up. Their eyes met, and Moog could tell instantly that she was sorry, it was all over her face almost as much as his giant cumshots... which he tried not to think about as he testified. He left out a lot of the personal details about his sexual prowess. Moog wasn't the bragging type, especially not here. Shadrene was sentenced to 20 years in the stockades, which had been cleaned up and turned into a single occupancy prison. A lot of the bleak stone walls were repainted with a soothing light teal color, and the torches were changed to brighter and less creepy light fixtures. "So Shadrene, would you say you've learned anything from all of these events of the past year?" Shadrene sulked. These mandatory therapy sessions would be the worst thing about her imprisonment. "No, I didn't!" she said defiantly. "All I wanted was to have sex with taurens anyway, why does everyone judge me for that?" she said as she rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed with the question. Her therapist, a night elf woman, wrote something in a notepad. "You know that's not why you were judged. I think you are trying to hide your real feelings with apathy. It will take time, but I hope that you will learn to admit to your feelings." The therapist was right, it would take Shadrene quite a long time. (The end.) |
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