COMMISSION: Hunter's Guide to the Fauna of Zangarmarsh [WoW, beast/futa, tentacles]

“Fuck!”

Nazzy Rathodex contorted herself as best as she could, her boot laying beside her and she tried to pull a thorn from her foot. Considering how generally... squishy Zangarmarsh looked, it presented more than its fair share of hazards to the young huntress. The latest was a simple splinter, lodged in one toe despite Nazzy not even noticing it finding its way into her boot in the first place.

“There you are, ya little fucker,” she hissed, pinching her fingernails to extract the thin prick of wood from one pale green toe, flicking it aside with a sigh and slouching back down atop the large, mossy rock she was sitting on. She'd put the boot back on when she decided to head out again – right now, she was enjoying having it off.

Life had been tough, thus far, as a goblin in Outland. It seemed like everyone in Hellfire Peninsula figured her for a backstabber with no side, like the people of this sundered planet had never even heard of the Bilgewater Cartel before. Even most of the official Horde operatives acted like they didn't know what she was doing there, and that had gotten old pretty quick.

Things were a little better in Zangarmarsh, even if it was a bit... humid, for Nazzy's taste. The Sporeggar appeared to treat everyone who wasn't Sporeggar approximately equally, and Nazzy fell comfortably into that bracket. On top of that, there was the wildlife, which the maroon-haired goblin girl was finding herself increasingly enamored with.

Sure, there were the fen striders, which weren't friendly to anyone, and there were the bog giants, which were active assholes as far as Nazzy could tell. The wasps, however, and the sporebats in particular, had quite captured her attention – she'd even left her previous pet at Thrallmar in hopes of finding a new companion here. That had been the idea, anyway. At the moment, Nazzy was becoming more and more frustrated – every time she'd see a sporebat and prepare to catch it, some other adventurer would run along and kill it. Some stupid shit about quest objectives.

With one boot off, it surreptitiously entered Nazzy's head that she could remove the other as well... and... you know, maybe some other stuff as well. After all, if she was going to be taking a rest, why wear all of this heavy chainmail? Not to mention the fact that her goggles were started to itch a little bit around her cheeks, and she always hated that. Actually, it wasn't even entirely out of the question that she might have a little bit of fun while she was here....

Kicking her other boot off while she pulled off her gloves, the goblin huntress nibbled lightly at her own lip-ring as she stripped herself, tossing her affects at the driest spot of ground she could find. “Been a little while since I let you girls breath a bit, huh?” she sighed contently as she undid the clasps that held her chainmail top in place, unhooking her pauldrons and letting the segments of armor slip down. Unclasping her bra was comparatively simple, tossing that aside as well and finally letting her perky breasts bounce free – pale jade green with pierced, dusky emerald nipples, her chest as full and buoyant as only a goblin's could be. Next-gen alchemical skin creams with added Moonwell water worked miracles on a young goblin's budding figure.

Nazzy purred contently as she slid her three-fingered hands down her toned stomach, unfastening her belt and starting to shimmy playfully out of her mail greaves, sawing them down off of her shapely hips. Her pliable backside popped sweetly out of its bindings and she slid them all the way off, leaving the goblin girl stripped bare except for her panties – revealing the bulge in the front of them that was more and more beginning to swell to life, longer than one would think and rocket-

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