Stabbs the Troll

CANCERMONKEY(A.K.A. Durandal now) HATH RETURNED... after like, what, more than a year? two years? like anyone still remembers those other crappy stories I made. Jeez.

obviously this story is about World of Warcraft which belongs to Blizzard Entertainment. I don't have anything to do with Blizzard, and I can't be held responsible for any terminal brain damage you readers might have to endure while trying to make sense of this fic.

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"Stabbs? Stabbs wake up!" Senior Sergeant Rexia pokes the sleepy blue troll Hunter with her elbow. He pulls his Sergeant's Cloak (which he's using as a blanket) over his head and continues to snore. Rexia kicks him and the troll groans.

"Whaddya want?" Stabbs throws his Outrider Bow aside from under the cloak and gets up from the ground before stretching his arms and shoulders. He puts his shoulder pads on and starts looking for his quiver full of jagged arrows while his Blood Elf travelling companion is still staring off into the distance. Her mysterious green eyes illuminate the night, wide open and alert as ever. A red hood, almost as red as Stabbs' hair, keeps the Elf's blonde hair in check so no golden locks get in the way when she's scouting for enemies. The rest of her... curvaceous body is mostly wrapped in tight black leather straps, including her slender hands and athletic legs. Pulled over the straps is a red tabard of the Horde.

"I've been keeping an eye out for Alliance scum for ages now. All you've been doing is sleeping it off- What the... is that morning wood?"

Stabbs looks down and shrugs. "It's not morning yet, is it?" His immense erection pokes almost right through his pants.

Rexia frowns. "What have you been dreaming about?" "Can't remember. Probably nothing." The corners of the Rogue's mouth curl into a smile. "Liar." Stabbs sighs. He's been behaving properly ever since he got teamed up with the Blood Elf. Still, his reputation precedes him.

"Was it about the Night Elfs in Arathi Basin?" "No, I didn't dream-" "The humans then? I really don't understand what you see in those pitifully weak creatures. I suppose it does make it easier for you, anyone could overpower one of those dumb human skanks." "Yeah, it's just a matter of seperating them from the rest and applying enough Scorpid or Viper Sting so you can... I mean... Ah damn it."

Rexia chuckles. "My my! You have it all figured out, don't you?" Stabbs sighs again. "It's just a hobby, that's all." Rexia raises her eyebrows. "A hobby? Systematically raping any Night Elf or Human you can get your hands on is a hobby? Most trolls just hate and distrust other races. I can't say I've met many trolls who instead get turned on by other races." She kneels in front of him and examines the massive bulge in the troll's pants. "I just wish you'd focus a bit more on another, greater race, rather than wasting your time on those pathetic traitors of the Alliance..." She stretches her arm and wishes to examine the bulge with her right hand, but Stabbs quickly steps back.

"I'm sorry, I really can't... Orders are orders and my superiors were very clear on this matter." She crawls forward and tries it again just to tease him, eyes fixed on the bulge. "How are they supposed to find out that I got a little curious?" "You mean you haven't sensed it yet? They have at least one Shattered Hand operative watching our every move!" Most displeased with the newsflash, Rexia slowly pulls her arm back. Tracking abilities like those of Stabbs are simply not to be trifled with.

"Unlike you, this operative probably finished his training to become a master Rogue a long time ago. That's why I've been sleeping it off, there's just nothing to worry about when there's a member of the Shattered Hand watching your back."

"But why would they go through the trouble of keeping an eye on you almost constantly?" "It's part of my punishment. They appreciate my efforts when it comes to frightening a lot of female Alliance away from Warsong Gulch. But they couldn't help notice that I spared a lot of them when I should've just killed them. To show that I am still loyal to the Horde they want me to refrain from fucking with anything at all, for two months. They sent me here to the middle of nowhere in the Stonetalon Mountains, where barely any Alliance ever comes."

Rexia sighs. "So I'm just part of your punishment? A female Elf who's constantly in your company..." "Yes, one that I'm not allowed to fool around with. You get the idea."

"Well, shit."

"Yeah, I know."

"No, not about your punishment, behind you! Over there in the distance!" "I'm barely awake and it's the dead of night, I can't see anything." "Hah, can't rely on your tracking abilities when unprepared can you? Guess my ultra-vision comes in handy too. Let's go." Stabbs stares at Rexia for a while. "Go? Where?" "Where do you think? We're going after that human!" Stabbs' jaw drops and Rexia prepares her blades. "Call that pet of yours... What was its name again?" "Bigglesworth." "Biggleswhatever. Where did that silly panther run off to?" Stabbs yawns. "He's probably just out catching rabbits or something. Do we really have to chase that human?" "Yes we do! I'm going to practice my kidney punch on her."

"A her... a female human. Damn it." "Aw, don't worry Stabbs! Soon she'll be dead and then you won't have to worry about violating your orders." The troll readies his bow and arrows but can't see his panther anywhere. "You go on ahead then, I oughta go look for Bigglesworth first." "Fine. More fun for me, less temptation for you. Everone wins, well, except that filthy human of course. I'll be right back."

But Rexia did not show up again, and neither did Bigglesworth. No amount of whistling or waving around with a big raw fish managed to bring back the troll's panther, and his Blood Elf companion was taking far too long. And so Stabbs leaves some of his bags behind and wanders off into the direction of where Rexia went human-hunting. At the same time, many thoughts start wandering around the troll's mind. What if he found the human for himself? Would he be able to resist the temptation? Would he be able to kill her without screwing around, like his superiors would want him to do? Maybe if he just did that, then the Shattered Hand operative would appear right away, congratulate him on his victory and tell him that he's once again free to do as he damn well pleases. Then he'd get to spent the rest of the night fucking Rexia senseless...

Or not.

"Where the hell am I going and why are my feet moving on their own?" Stabbs asks himself. It's not just sleep walking, he's sure of it. It's something completely different... Like a... Like a mind-control spell?

A deep, female voice fills his head. "First Sergeant Stabbs..." In the darkness ahead of him he can see a great white ram, and his nose tells him the Human must be nearby.

"Stand at attention, troll." Stabbs stops moving automatically. Sitting on a rock next to the Ram is what appears to be a human Priest in full turquoise caster battle gear, reading a map. She throws her black hair back, places her circlet on her head and throws the map to the ground. She then proceeds towards the confused Troll Hunter. Once she's in front of him she sits down on another rock.

"Do you know who I am?" He nods. He's heard plenty of stories about Commander Fumyn's efforts in Alterac Valley. "Did you enjoy fucking my subordinates?" "I have not set foot in Alterac Valley." "Yes, which is something I'm very glad about. Unfortunately the enlisted women under my command spend plenty of time fighting in Arathi Basin and Warsong Gulch as well."
Stabbs doesn't like the sound of things. "What do you want from me, Fumyn..." "First of all, I want to sabotage the Horde's latest psychological warfare mascot. You." The troll laughs bitterly. "They sent me to the middle of nowhere to punish me for my behaviour with orders not to have sex with anything at all, so I'm definitely not one of their 'psychological warfare mascots'. If you're looking for one: try one of those invincible undead warlocks."

"They didn't sent you here to punish you. They want to tame you, Stabbs. They want to make sure they can control you. I need you to do me a favor later, I'll explain in a moment. For now I'm going to spare your life, since you spared so many Alliance. Raped or not, at least they're still capable of fighting and to be completely honest that's all I care about. When they allow themselves to fall victim to some horny fool like yourself then they probably deserve their fate anyway." She moves her head forward. Her blue eyes are cold and her expression is blank. "I'm not going to let them tame you, though. In fact, I'm here to break the control they have over you. You're going to violate those orders, right now." Stabbs looks surprised. "You mean you're going to put your ankles beside your head and play 'hide the sausage' with me just because of my orders?"

A cruel smile spreads across her face. "Who said anything about ME putting my ankles beside my head? Have you forgotten about your companion already? Senior Sergeant Rexia, step forward." The Blood Elf slowly stumbles towards her. Commander Fumyn stands up and removes the red hood, releasing the long blonde curls. Fumyn then rips the tabard open and lets the wind carry it away. Rexia doesn't fight back, she's just as confused as Stabbs and under a powerful mind charm. As if she's uncomfortable with being dressed, she starts pulling at the leather straps that cover her body. Fumyn lends a hand and forcefully tears at the straps covering the Elf's chest. The flawlessly round breasts practically pour out from beneath the leather and Rexia gasps as Fumyn grabs the right breast tightly and moves closer to get a taste. Rexia moans softly while the human teases the incredibly hard nipple with her lips and teeth. Suddenly the Priest shoves Rexia down to the ground. She lifts her robes with nothing underneath them using her left hand, allowing the Elf to get a sneak peek. Next the Priest grabs Rexia's blonde hair with the other hand to pull the shocked face towards her crotch. The Blood Elf gets the hint and starts licking obediently, but Fumyn keeps holding onto the blonde hair anyway.

The scene before him is infuriating Stabbs. "Leave her alone! She's just a rookie!"

"You, telling me to stop abusing an Elf? The irony is delightful indeed. I'll stop as soon as I'm done giving you new orders." Fumyn states calmly. "There is a particularly arrogant Paladin located not far from here tonight, and she is most undeserving of her rank. Maybe you've heard of Lieutenant-Commander Kassandra? I will not allow her to get promoted. I need you to humiliate her so deeply that she won't even consider fighting a single Horde ever again simply out of shame. Of course, first I'll need you to show me that you're nolonger following your current orders. And that is where our pretty little Blood Elf is needed."

"I won't do it-" "If you refuse, I'll just have to kill the Elf AND your pet panther." "Bigglesworth... No... You bitch!"

"So you understand? Very well, onto step 1..."