A big mess

TITLE: A big mess

RATING: Adult (for now)

FEEDBACK: Please be kind and give me your thoughts, especially those involving things to improve my writing :)

CHARACTERS: The as of yet unidentified party of adventurers, a Tauren chieftain and some of his tribesmen

AUTHOR's NOTES: My first story, and as of yet a work-in-progress. It will be followed by a second chapter and maybe a third. Expect more story codes to show up, as well as an increased Adult rating.

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Night had already fallen. The earth and air were still warm from the hot summer day that had ended less than an hour before, and the elder Tauren took a second to close his eyes and sniff the air of this pleasant location: a small village of which he was the chieftain, located in one of the more peaceful corners of Mulgore. Peaceful and usually devoid of strangers, except today. This was probably the reason his son impatiently gestured for him to come along as he was a few paces ahead towards the great tent which was, from the sound and looks of it, fully lit, occupied and noisy with music, cheering and laughter.

The chieftain shook his head at all this activity at such a time, he was used to nearly everybody being quietly at sleep and was in fact about to enjoy some nightrest himself until his son came and nearly dragged him from his tent just a few minutes ago. The younger Tauren was obviously excited by something and only after an annoyed knock on his forehead did he calm enough to let his father dress before following him.

,,We must be having visitors," he mumbled to himself as he saw what obviously was an Orc sitting lonely on a tree stump staring into the moonlight ,,only visitors can cause this kind of... unrest." He had no other word from it as he drew closer to the tent and the noise from the inside became louder and louder. He heard drums, clapping of Tauren hands, a high shrill that sounded vaguely familiar, the roaring of many of his men and almost above this all the loud, victorious cries of a woman.

,,Please, come along father!" the son said for the umpteenth time as he grabbed the hide draped over the circular doorway of the tent, saying "you have to see this!" before he pulled it aside and disappeared. Sighing, the chieftain stepped closer and tried to prepare himself for what he knew must be a cacophony of sounds. Then he too stepped inside the tent.

It took him a while to adjust to the light and the sound, and a few people stood in front of him until they noticed and quickly stepped aside, but much to his dismay he saw that four outsiders (five with the Orc outside included) were having a party and some of his tribe decided to join in. Looking around he saw most of the young adults of his tribe, around a dozen or-so, were present in a large circle clearly enjoying a great show in the center of the tent, where around a great fire the outsiders danced and sung.The one who first caught the chieftain's eye was another Tauren not from his tribe; he was stripped bare above the waist, wore metal armor on his legs and in his hands he had a drum which he was constantly beating on, now and then pausing to rock his free fist in the air or to bellow loudly along with the rest.

Then there was what the elder Tauren nearly mistook for a walking corpse until he realized this must have been one of those Forsaken he had heard about but never actually had seen until now. If it wasn't for the fact this undead was very agressively dancing and jumping around, with his bones rattling and a few body parts looking in threat to fall off, the chieftain could have sworn this man to be fully dead and more at place in a cemetary than among the living. The third stranger was a wildly acrobatic dancing Troll with tusks rivaling his own horns, and it was his shrill he heard earlier outside.

But the last outsider, the fourth stranger, was obviously what was so captivating to his younger brethren. Dancing with the Tauren, the Forsaken and the Troll was a woman, and not just any woman... it was a sin'dorei. Like with the undead, the chieftain and probably most of his tribe had only heard from these latest additions to the Horde, and to see one in this tent right now was a first meeting surely none would ever forget. The Taurens here were somewhat familiar with keldorei and humans, but a Blood Elf still looked vastly different.

She was the smallest of her company and seemed to have a fragile build, but moved with power and confidence around the fire. She was slim yet curvy with a well shaped behind and, for a sin'dorei (though this was unknown to the chieftain), well endowed bosom. Her body was decorated with all kinds of strange tattoos which were all visible because the clothing she was wearing was nearly transparant: made out of some kind of thin, white cloth she had a loose top which was only bound tightly around her body just below her collar bones and arms but which barely was long enough to cover her breasts, and two long strips, one hanging in front of her pubic area and one covering where her buttocks met, held together by two pieces of string running along the sides of her legs. Apparently not being bothered about exposing herself, the sin'dorei was dancing just as wildly as the others, and it was in fact her initiating the repeated cheers.

Again, the the elder Tauren shook his head as he saw how his tribesmen were looking at the sin'dorei: in stead of curiosity, amazement or bewilderment he read about wanton lust in their eyes. They all had their sights locked on the woman and followed her every move, not missing one wiggle of her butt, a few gasping as she threw her arms back to shake her bosom and all of them answering her callouts. As one they roared and applauded as the Troll, with a face-splitting grin, pulled her upper clothing off, swung it around a few times then tossed it among the spectators. The woman acted as if she was ashamed, but quickly started grinning and continued to dance as if nothing had happened.

,,What is going on here?" the chieftain demanded from his son ,,what is the meaning of this?" He had to put his hand on the younger Tauren's shoulder and pull him away from the sight to face him in order to get an answer.
,,Father, these are a band of adventurers!" the son replied ,,they arrived not long ago and are here to celebrate a victory over both the Quillboars and the Scourge. They are here to errr... rest."
,,Rest hmmm? Well it looks like they have plenty of energy left. I don't understand why you called me here for a group of noisy outsiders."
,,But father... look at her!"

He had already turned around to leave, but faced the center of the tent again where he saw how the Blood Elf had taken the hand of one of the other Taurens and lead him to the fire where she seductively started dancing with him. Her victim was completely surprised and stood almost comically there being puzzled, the white top he caught earlier clutched in his hand, but the mocking laughter from his brethren made him shake it off as he began to move. The chieftain snorted with disapprovement as the woman was too weird for his taste: oddly without fur, small udders, no hooves, no horns and plain simply too small, but most of all he didn't like outsiders. He'd rather have the five of them leave right away, but realized that even with all of his authority he couldn't make this party stop.

,,I will still expecting all of them to show up for the hunt tomorrow morning," he growled before exiting the tent, barely missing how the dancing tribesman felt comfortable enough to stroke the sin'dorei's breasts, which had earned him an encouraging rub over his groin. The chieftain sighed deeply a few times as he walked back to his own tent but was stopped by the serene voice of the Orc who said: ,,I apologize in advance in name of my friends for the condition your men will be in tomorrow."

He stared at the figure still sitting motionless on the tree trunk, but didn't get any explanation or reply whatsoever. Shaking his head one last time he entered his own tent and went to sleep as the party showed no signs of stopping yet. On contrary, the dancing had only become wilder and the music louder as the Blood Elf temporarily left her dancing partner to fetch a new one. Surprised, the younger Tauren had tried to grab here but in stead accidentally tore her bottom piece of, causing the tent to explode with cheering. Laughing loudly, the woman again continued as if this was completely normal, pressing her naked body against another Tauren while slowly gyrating her hips.

Slowly, the mood in the tent started to change..