Daryana crept towards the big island. She could see the faint lights of Sen'jin Village far off in the distance over the water. This island had no lights of fires or torches, and so she felt certain it was deserted. She wouldn't have dared to step foot on it if she'd thought different. She wasn't even supposed to be anywhere near Durotar.
She'd been attending one of the high-rank Druids in the Moonglade when the report had come in of a conversation one of the tauren had had with a goblin in Booty Bay. The goblin had mentioned seeing what he called some horned tigers on an island when sailing out from Orgrimmar. The tauren thought he'd just been confusing one of the tauren lions with one of the Durotar tigers and dismissed it, but since all reports of new species were to be sent immediately to the Cenarion Circle, he'd done his duty.
Daryana could barely keep her face calm and her hands steady while the master druid had ruminated over the report, and then dismissed it. She wanted to be a researcher for the Circle, had volunteered three times already only to be told she was too young. She had read all the books and reports available in the library, and the idea of exploring new worlds, and discovering new forms of life set fires in her brain.
Everyone told her to be patient, but every day more and more was discovered. Soon, every inch of the world would have been explored, and there would be no where left to go! Even other planets and continents had come into focus, as explorers had gone to Outland and Northrend. She'd read reports of the giant mushrooms in Zangarmarsh with despair, and of the new rare herbs discovered in Northrend with tears. Every time the maps on the wall in the library grew larger and more detailed, her heart trembled.
But a horned tiger had never been heard of. She was certain of that. If someone had, she'd have read about it. If she could find just one. If she could find proof of a new species, they'd HAVE to let her join. They'd just have to! And no one else would know about the horned tigers. She'd stolen the report, memorized it, and burned it. She was going to be the first. She could already see the book in a prominent place in the Moonglade library. A blue cover, with tasteful gold script. Possibly with a gloss saying, "by Daryana Whisperwind, night elf Druid and youngest explorer of the Cenarion Circle."
She'd taken the boat to Ratchet, and dove off the side before they docked. She didn't want anyone, Horde or Alliance to see her. The swim up to the islands had been exhausting. The first island she hit was so small as to have only a tree or two, and the ability to see all the sand banks at once. She carefully set up camp, digging an extra deep firepit so her fire couldn't be seen from Sen'jin Village. The very last thing she wanted was the trolls finding her. They were a savage race, according to Gloriana Darkswallow's Races of Azeroth, barely more than primitives, and quite likely all cannibals. She'd carefully read up on trolls, and orcs so she could be sure of recognizing one when she saw it.
She didn't see any wildlife so far, but the vegetation ahead was thick enough to hide a grizzled brown bear. She set down her pack and staff, and carefully opened her journal to begin writing just like Delarion Moonriver did in all of his books.
"Day 1." She muttered as her pencil scratched. "Have begun exploration with the big island, due to my belief that a more complex ecosystem is required to hide a new species of tiger, heretofore undiscovered." That was good. My belief sounded very professional. So did heretofore.
Mal'jin was watching her from the moment she stepped onto the island. Violet skin, blue hair darker than his, and those weird glowing blue eyes. If a tiger could swear, he would have. Violently. Zen'tabra just that morning had issued an edict that any strangers found on the island were to be killed. The troll druids weren't ready to expose themselves yet. The voodoo priest Zalazane's enslavement was still too new, still too raw. They had only begun to repair their relationship with the loa, and exposure before they were ready could doom them all.
He knew about night elves. Mal'jin had been one of the few spies Zen'tabra had sent out to see what shape the world was. He'd seen a couple in Booty Bay, and he was certain this one was a young one. If nothing else, because she was being a damn fool by sitting out there in the open on the beach, writing in her book.
He flexed his claws, preparing to spring and kill quickly, but stopped as he immediately felt a deep revulsion. The loa didn't want him to kill her. That thought hit his brain clear as a bell. The loa found it easier to communicate when the trolls were in a simpler form, when their brains were less complex. Messages like "Kill. Don't Kill. Eat. Don't Eat." didn't get tangled up in higher level thinking like they did in the troll-shaped brains.
It translated to feeling like she was in his territory, and he wanted her out. But he didn't want to eat her. Animals don't kill for sport, and the idea of doing so was bad. Scare. He would scare her. He charged out from the bushes, roaring.
She screamed, and ran for the water, dropping everything. His claws shredded the hem of her leather skirt, though carefully missing her flesh. His teeth snapped loudly inches behind her. She dove for the water, and started swimming frantically for the smaller island.
She couldn't transform, she was too frightened. They were so BIG! And the teeth! She watched from the water in tears of fright and anger as the tiger proceeded to chew her journal into shreds, maul her pack, and then chew and slobber all over her staff. How could she have wanted to find one of those things! They were horrible, horrible monsters! And it wasn't horns, it was tusks. Definitely tusks.
She slowly swam back to her camp. The adventure didn't seem so much fun anymore. She definitely felt out of her element and the most horrible thought of all, that perhaps the elders had been right, she was simply too young, crept in.
"No." She muttered, staring at the fire, as her anger at being dismissed for her youth returned to stiffen her spine. "I definitely found one. That's the important thing. I found one. And it didn't get me. " The thought of going back there tomorrow made her shiver, but she set her teeth, and went to bed, determined to be back on the island before daybreak.
"Zen'tabra. We gotta problem." Said Mal'jin, as he approached the head druid. She'd been the first to hear the loa, and was the most powerful.
"Speak Mal'jin." Zen'tabra said, with an encouraging motion of her hand.
"A night elf was on the island today. Young one. The loa didn' want me to kill her, so I scared her off."
Zen'tabra frowned. If it had been anyone but Mal'jin, she might have suspected them of disobeying her on purpose. But Mal'jin was almost as in tune with the loa as she was, and he was loyal and obedient. He wouldn't have disobeyed her unless the higher authority had intervened.
"I brought ya her things. I think she be an explorer of some type." He gestured to the pile of broken things at his feet. "Lotsa books. The chewed one be mostly blank. A diary or somethin'."
Zen'tabra sighed. She recognized the symbol on the pack. "She be one of the Moonglade druids. This be bad, Mal'jin. Dey da last people need ta find us. Ya sure she gone?"
Mal'jin was honest. "No. She swam out a ways, and watched me destroy her stuff, but then she headed for the small island southwest. She could still be there."
"She gotta go Mal'jin. Ya do whatever ya can, short of killin' her if the loa don't want her dead. She can't find us." The emphasis in Zen'tabra 's voice made Mal'jin bow his head. "I'll let everyone know they need to be specially careful hidin' until you sure. We'll move the young ones ta the north island."
"Yes, Zen'tabra." He said. "I make sure dat elfy never wanna see us again."
She placed a hand on his shoulder, and then turned back into her tent, scooping up the elf's belongings, while Mal'jin turned his brain to the problem of making the elf go away without killing her.
When he crept back to the beach the next morning, hidden in the shadows, he wasn't surprised to smell her. This time, she hadn't lingered on the beach, but had headed a little ways into the jungle for a nearby bush to hide in. He couldn't see her until his nose led him up to her bush. She couldn't see him either, as he'd approached from the beach side, and she was staring into the jungle. He could tell by the way she kept looking around. At least she'd learned a little caution.
He felt a tiny spark of admiration deep in the troll part of his cat brain. She'd lost all her supplies, but she'd kept coming. The troll brain wasn't happy at the plan he'd come up with. The cat brain was merely confused, which meant the troll brain was more in control than usual. He couldn't hide behind the animal brain, pretend he was unaware that what he was about to do wasn't horrible. But it needed to be. He gritted his teeth. The safety of his family, his friends, was at stake. There were young ones on the island, too young to shift and hide. This elf threatened them all. He had to make her leave.
Mal'jin pounced, claws carefully sheathed, knocking the elf to the ground, flat on her back, with his weight holding her still. She didn't scream this time, mostly because he'd knocked the breath out of her.
Daryana stared up into its gold-green eyes, terror filling those strange blue-glowing eyes. She could feel its hot breath on her face. Gut-wrenching fear paralyzed her.
"I'm about to die." She thought, dizzily. "I'm gonna get eaten by the Daryana tuskafelis." She'd decided that would be her recommended species name last night. She couldn't move her legs at all under the heavy animal.
She felt its muzzle sniffing its way down her body, breaths coming too fast in her lungs. It stopped at her tunic, and proceeded to rip it off. She whimpered as she could feel the hot jungle air on her breasts and stomach. She tried to crawl away, and the tiger pounced again, flattening her into the ground, this time with a growl. She understood the growl to mean don't move. It bit at her skirt, shredding it away.
"Maybe, maybe the leather smells interesting to it. It's probably never smelled it before." Daryana thought desperately. "Maybe it hasn't realized I could be food. It's just curious." She started to try to carefully remove her remaining clothing, moving slowly so as not to appear threatening. The tiger sat there and watched her intently. She threw her bra, and the tiger leaped to snap it out of mid-air. For a brief second she was impressed by the speed and power of the creature. Then it dropped the bra, and turned its attention back to her.
"Shit." She untied the leather thongs at her hips, and balled up her underwear, throwing it as hard as she could into the bushes. The tiger turned his head to watch it fly away, and then it stalked towards her.
"Great. I just finished unwrapping the candy bar for it." She thought hysterically. She scooted back until her shoulders hit a tree. The tiger stalked towards her, and started sniffing her. She was trying not to cry, but the sobs were sneaking out all the same.
Mal'jin could smell her terror. It was thick in the air, and he could smell the salt of her tears. He hated this. But the thought of the young ones made him go on. She was scared now. He wanted traumatized. Scared hadn't been enough yesterday. He deliberately flopped down on her feet, his front paws on her thighs, and he began licking her naked body.
She kept waiting for the teeth. But she had to open her eyes when that hot raspy tongue went right over her breast and nipple. The sensation shocked and disgusted her. Especially because it felt good.
"No. Stop it tiger." She tried to keep her voice calm, as she started to twist her torso away from it. It growled, and she stopped moving. It went right back to licking her breasts. It seemed to have a particular liking for that area, as it began making a deep rumbling noise that sounded like the moonstalkers purring.
She tried not to think about it. She tried to concentrate on anything else, but the shameful pleasure she was getting from having her breasts licked by an animal. This was forbidden, it was wrong. She shuddered as another lick made her nipple twinge. The saliva was cold on her breasts in the air, and that only made it better.. worse.
She started trying to slide her foot out from under the tiger. If she could stand up, maybe she could get up the tree, where the tiger couldn't get her. The tiger seemed to feel cooperative, as it rolled over to one side, still pinning one leg, licking up her ribs and around her navel.
"Good tiger. Good… boy. " She murmured encouragingly. The bright blue mane seemed rather strange, but she was fairly certain it was a male tiger because of it. Males of any species were always the most brightly colored and manes were a distinctly male trait. She drew her leg up beside her, and immediately realized her mistake, when that hot raspy tongue went right across her now-exposed slit, sending shudders up and down her body.
"Oh Elune… No! Bad tiger."
That hot raspy tongue went back again, and she whimpered. Was it really worth surviving? Would she have to admit that the Daryana tuskafelis had licked her naked body in the book? Would she have to say it felt good? When the snout started shoving hard at her folds, and the tongue went even deeper, she almost bit through her lip, trying not to moan.
The tiger part of Mal'jin's brain was confused. He could clearly smell the female musk, but the species and shape was wrong. Why was he wanting to mate? The troll part was even more confused. The elf seemed to be liking it. He could tell by the taste and smell that his assault had provoked a reaction, and it wasn't the one he wanted. He thought she'd be crying by now, not moaning. And why was he finding the idea of raping the elf more and more enticing?
What was wrong with her? This was disgusting, and yet she'd just tilted her hips to give its tongue better access. The sensations were making her dizzy. She could feel a strange pressure building up that she didn't understand, but that she knew she desperately wanted to release. When the tongue took advantage of the better access to slide over her asshole and and up her slit, the hard muscle grating over her nub nearly made her scream with pleasure. She felt so dirty, and yet so good.
There hadn't been anything in her books about this. The hot shame that filled her mixed with the burning feelings that were tingling under her skin. The Circle would throw her out for this. And yet she found it so hard to care.
Enough of this. Thought Mal'jin. He stepped back, and carefully cuffed her on the side of the head with an open paw, sending the elf sprawling away from the tree onto her stomach. When the elf got onto her hands and knees to try and get up, he was standing over top of her, his jaws going lightly around the back of her neck. She froze.
She started making repetitive noises, even as he started nudging her legs apart. She tried to keep them closed, but the jaws tightened ever so slightly, and he growled. She let him push her legs apart. He could feel her shuddering beneath him. Good. That was more like it.
His cock slid out of its sheath. She could feel the wet tip sliding around her buttocks and thighs, as the tiger slowly arranged himself.
"No, no no no no no no …" She kept mumbling, though she knew it wasn't any good. Hot tears of embarrassment and shame started rolling down her cheeks, especially because she could feel the aching down there that seemed to want it. To want this horror.
When he found her opening, a maneuver surprisingly difficult without hands, he started sliding it in. The comparative difference in their sizes meant it was a tight squeeze. He could hear her little cries of pain, and he ignored them, focused now on getting this over with. But first he had to get in there.
It was too big! It hurt, oh Elune it hurt. At least he had to go slow to get it all in, but she could feel the stretching and tearing and dizzying ache that promised pain later. She tried to move away from it, in unthinking reaction, but the jaws around her neck held her in place. She gritted her teeth, trying desperately to relax, to do anything to make it hurt less.
When he had finally managed to get it all the way in, he was aware that she was gasping for breath in a painful way. Young ones. He thought. It's for the young ones. And then he started moving.
She'd barely gotten used to its size when it pulled most of it out. And then shoved it back in. She cried out in pain. Oh Elune. What have I done that you would let me get raped by an animal!" She could no longer pretend that she hadn't suffered the ultimate indignity. She was rutting with an animal. It was sticking its cock in and out of her. She was aware of everything. She could feel its hairy sack smacking her on that sensitive nub, and the pleasure warred with the pain of its dick tearing into her. She could still feel her wet and raw nipples standing up straight, and all the places that the tiger had licked tingled in the air. And she could feel that heavy, dizzying pressure building again.
"No.. no, please don't.. don't let me … please don't let me like it." She begged, even as the tiger sped up its pace. The slapping of those heavy balls on her nub was nearly driving her insane, even as the pain of its huge dick was lessening as her body grew accustomed to the abuse. Her legs started shaking as she felt her orgasm coming on. It was so close. She was so close to the edge.
Tigers aren't like humans or trolls. They mate in a few minutes, and Mal'jin's tiger body was reaching the end of its tolerance for the feeling of mating. When he realized he was about to come, he started to pull out. That would be cruel. This whole thing be cruel. Go ahead. Spill ya seed in her belly. She can walk home with the evidence drippin' down her legs. Maybe then she go faster. With an angry snarl, he let go.
Her orgasm hit the second she felt those hot gusts of liquid inside her, and the realization broke her. She'd just lost her virginity to an animal. And she'd liked it. When his jaws released her neck, she fell to the ground, too tired, too shocked to cry.
He could see the blood and semen leaking out of her. He knew he'd hurt her. He turned and disappeared into the bushes, furiously angry with himself, with the loa, with Zen'tabra for making him do such a cruel thing. She could have told Zinta to do it. Zinta wouldn't have minded raping the elf. He still had trouble throwing off the dark loa. He would have enjoyed it. Maybe that be why Zen'tabra told you to do it. She knew ya wouldn't lose control." The reason didn't make it easier.
When the tiger turned and left into the bushes, apparently done with her, Daryana didn't move for a while. Then she slowly pushed herself up, no longer the scared child she'd been. "You didn't fight because you wanted to survive. Well, if you've changed your mind, then go ahead and lay here and die. But that means you went through that for nothing." She felt older as she found her bra and underwear in the bushes. Her clothes were totally ruined. She got as dressed as she could, and turned and headed back towards her camp on the island, determined to scrub off any trace of the encounter in the ocean.