And Zani Makes Three [futa/F, MC, WoW]

Story by Pentaphenia

This was my entry in Fire Fly's contest, I'll go work on Chibiusa's Hijinx chapter 6 now, maybe I can finish it before the deadline too!

This story is set in the World of Warcraft and contains yuri, demons, the undead, mind control, backwards demonic possession, transformation (minor physical and major mental), futanari, lactation, impregnation, reverse-corruption, cervical penetration, and consensual sex in a happy, well-adjusted couple who love each other very much.

AND ZANI MAKES THREE

"Is this the home of Alamira Leafsong and Lena Darkwaithe-hyphen-Leafsong?"

The gaunt Forsaken priestess who answered the door nodded but didn't say anything, just stared at the goblin man on her doorstep expectantly. With her eyes glowing yellow-orange, ghastly pale skin with black veins of some kind of embalming fluid visible beneath, skeleton poking out of her right shoulder and left elbow, her body completely still as she had no breathing or heartbeat. MAN, the Forsaken really creeped him out. I mean, okay, you could say she was pretty, but it was a pretty that made you feel weird to admit it. Like she was some statue of an ideal figure from some long-forgotten civilization whose ideas of aesthetics weren't quiiiiite what they are now, or... no, it was like she was some alchemical being created with the essence of beauty but stretched out over not quiiiiiite the right amount of "person" to support it. Judging by her name though, at least someone--

The woman tapped her bony foot on the doorstep expectantly, which must be what you do when you're not able to clear your throat, and said "I'm Lena Darkwaithe-Leafsong. Did you need something?" Her voice was cool, deliberate; gentle, but like she'd practiced a lot to keep it that way.

"Oh, right, sorry, spaced out for a second there." the goblin said. Damn, if he was spacing out about the attractiveness of a Forsaken chick, he really needed to get laid. His cargo must've been messing with his head. "Package delivery for you, miss." He handed her a clipboard covered with paperwork and one of those fancy new fountain pens that never leaks and only seldom explodes. "Sign next to the X'es, please."

The woman actually started to read the shipping papers, which always annoyed the goblin; he felt super awkward just standing there and making small talk wasn't much better. "So..." he said after a few uncomfortable seconds. "'Leafsong', that's a pretty unusual name."

"Not for Night Elves," she responded without looking up.

"Oh. So your husband's a Night Elf? Don't see that very much in the Horde."

"No," she corrected, "my wife's a Night Elf."

"Huh." he said. "...Good for you, I guess? My brother's gay. It seems to be working out for him."

"...What does that have to do with anything?" Lena asked as she handed the papers back.

The goblin was tangibly relieved; that meant the end of the most awkward minute of his life. "Okay, bring 'er in!" he shouted back to the street, and his ogre assistant carried the large crate marked "FRAGILE" into the house.

With a muttered "No tips, please", the ogre shut the door behind him, leaving a 4-foot cubic crate in the center of Lena's living room.

At this time, Alamira could be heard from the back door. "Well, I think now's the time to give up," she said, audibly smacking the dirt off her gardening gloves before sliding them into her apron. "I can't tell where any roots end or begin out there, I swear the blindweed is crawling back into the soil to re-plant itself the moment I look away. Unless we can somehow convince the Arch Druid to make a visit and do his whole speaking with nature thing, I'm just going to claim that having a garden made entirely of weeds is an ancient Kal'Dorei tradition celebrating the untamable beauty of the wild. I bet nobody around here knows enough about us to call my bluff. Ooh, where'd the box come from?" she said as she stepped into the living room.

Alamira would have described herself as "average, for a Night Elf," and Lena would have called her incomparably beautiful. Maybe both were true for different reasons. Alamira stood seven feet tall, towering over most everyone but not looming. Her presence was dominating, but in a comforting way, like always being able to see a lighthouse or signal fire. She was lovely in all the opposite ways from Lena; where Lena was ephemeral and fragile, Alamira was real, powerful. The muscles under her bluish-purple skin were just toned enough to make their presence known, without rippling or bulging; her physique was athletic, but not crass about it. Her blue hair was pulled back into a braided ponytail that reached the small of her back, both tomboyish and feminine at the same time, and her pointed ears went at least a foot back from her head, which is something that Lena couldn't find some deeper meaning for but she thought looked really cool anyway. And her face, smiling, playful, with rounded cheeks and indigo lips that seemed perfectly built for d

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