Sexy Story of the Month - Boomkin Bucking (Patreon)

The outskirts of Terokkar Forest were alive with the charm of Darkmoon Faire celebrating the newest location. The dark portal that connected the ravaged and secluded world of what was once Draenor, now Outland due to the shattered planet tumbling through the cosmos, had lain dormant for years and it was only after numerous failures of subversion and trickery that the Legion had decided a more direct approach was the proper course of action. Of course the tentative cooperation between the Alliance and the Horde lasted only so long as for their armies and adventurers to surge through the portal, but the result was for a new world filled with the reinforcements of Azeroth to feel a respite with the joys that life had to offer.

It had been about twenty years since the Dark Portal had been closed but for the refugees who were lucky to live amongst the safe haven of Shattrath it felt like an eternity. Children who had known nothing but the fearsome wilderness of Outland and its perils were in awe to see a somewhat safe facet for which to explore some of the jubilations that came from a foreign world. Sure for Sherri, a doggirl mage that had lived on Azeroth her whole life and had grown accustomed to the trepidations of the world the Darkmoon Faire was a quaint experience, albeit one with cotton candy. 

Sherri loved cotton candy. 

So why was Sherri walking through the fairgrounds plucking at bits of spun sugar from a makeshift paper cone instead of chasing down rogue demon hunters in Nagrand or fighting back the endless wave of infernals in Shadwomoon Valley?

Well she wasn’t exactly sure of that herself! All she knew was that she had been contacted about a potential addition to her team. A team that she had been putting together in effort to create a strike force that would assault the Gronn Stronghold in the depths of the spiked cliffs, known by the locals as ‘Blade’s Edge Mountains.’ Near the forest where the fairgrounds had come to an end Sherri followed the poorly written instructions that said the potential teammate would be ‘amongst the trees.’ Given the ancient alien trees of Outland that description was hardly informative at all. 

At least until a bird squawked from the skies and sent a shiver up Sherri’s spine, she was expecting an assault of Arrakoa that lingered near the outskirts but instead the avian landed.. and stood rising into the shape of a tall masculine elf, his body jostling slightly as if he was getting used to his ligaments once again, with his rolling shoulders and a slight smirk upon his lips. “I’m glad you could make it.” His suave voice melting Sherri’s ears as she perked up brightly with the piece of cotton candy held still between her fingertips. “I heard you were looking for specialized tacticians for your assault,” Sherri nodded like a young schoolgirl in front of a crush and the nameless male carefully took hold of the sugar treat between his fingertips. “Well I, Vallas, on behalf of the Cenarion Expedition, I gratefully accept the position.”

“Awesome!” Sherri practically had stars in her eyes, druids were incredibly rare and reclusive in Azeroth usually staying away from mortal matters and keeping to their enclaves and focusing upon the world itself with all their neat healing magics. “What kind of druid are you?” She waited with bated breath, some druids could heal with the power of nature itself, letting the roots and trees and life force of the world come to the aid of wounds and injuries while others battled with the fury of nature’s perfect warriors by taking their shape. Her eyes lit up as he flashed her a grin and his body became enveloped in bright magics as his form began to take shape.

She saw the silhouette of nature magics that he implored to wash over his frame and in moments she bore witness to the ultimate power of druidic magics. ..And then her face turned blank, as if trying to hide her disappointment. “Uh.. Yeah.” Sherri’s forced smile and false enthusiasm looking weaker by the second. “But uh, maybe you know uhm.” She almost coughed on her own words. “A.. Uh, a bear instead of. A ..” Her lower lip tucked between her teeth as she felt her body cringe at the sight before her. “Instead of uhm, a.. chicken?” 

While she couldn’t exactly discern how badly the druid named Vallas was frowning but by the way his beak clicked slightly she could tell he was not pleased at her response and his eyes squinted in a glare at her. “I will have you know that the noble and mighty Moonkin are some of the most powerful and potent spellcasters to exist, even being in their presence will radiate the might of Elune’s forest wizardry!” His deep voice caused Sherri to take a halfstep back, especially when a feathered arm, almost like a wing extended and grasped upon her wrist. “Can you feel it?” He said deeply, his avian eyes peering into hers as she felt a tingle along her wrist. 

Sherri had heard tales of Elune’s magics when it came to druids, how they could emanate a sensation that could only be described as empowering. She’d never felt it before, but her days speaking with Warriors they would boast about how fighting alongside a druidic feline would give them a rush that compared to the finest alchemists potions. Her canine eyes glanced down at her palm and she felt a charge, the same lighting and sensation when she felt her chanting of a magical fireball had been perfected, imbuing the dangerous magic with even more flame than usual. “..I.. I feel it..” Sherri whispered back, her eyes darting up to meet his and in that moment she could have sworn she saw that beak curl into a grin. “It’s incredible.”

“That’s only the beginning,” His avian beak clicked intermittently between words as he stepped closer his grip on her wrist grew less intense and more gently, smoothing his talon like fingertips along her arm and watching her reaction as he drew her body closer to him. “I can show you more..” She swallowed hard and nodded, to which his other hand began to draw along her opposite hip, trailing his astute arcane magics and letting the hem of her clothing melt away until her body shed such needless decoration. “Mages and Druids share similar talents.” His voice made her reminisce of the nights in Moonglade when she’d spend the evenings gazing up at the moon and letting her body bathe in the comforting well that soothed her aching form. “Where Mages would use the arcane to wield fire, or frozen magics, we Druids also borrow the arcane and let it take the form of Nature.” 

He could have simply been explaining the method for making Goretusk Shepherd’s Pie and she would have been just as enthralled. Her fingertips felt alive and her body churned as she felt that magical touch moonkin aura infusing with her blood vessels, invigorating her and exciting her form while she was pulled into his grasp, her now naked body feeling the comfort of his downy feathers fully against her breasts. Sherri tried to shy away when she felt something thick, slick, and firm pressing against her mound but his hand simply kept hold of her. “Shhh, this is how we attune you to it..” His voice was almost soothing, intoxicating, but that might have simply been the aura that emanated from his form that made it so enticing. Even still, Sherri nodded in agreement and his winged arms crept down her thighs slowly hooking underneath her asscheeks.

Sherri had never imagined to consider Moonkin a physically stout creature but he lifted her body up off the ground with little effort and she quickly met his gaze while her legs looped around his waist as best she could. It was surprising how much of his body was feather rather than fat as she imagined, even more odd was that it was firm to the touch rather than plush, her footpaws lightly rubbing against the mass only feeling the firmness of muscle pressed against feather. Her cheeks blushed in realization that it was pure muscle that kept the creature holding her body upright and her lips parted as a slight moan escaped her lips. The tip of his cock entering her blue slit as she closed her eyes and breathed deep to inhale the masculine flavor of his scent and the surging pleasure of his body meeting inside her own.

Those powerful arms kept her in place while those massive thighs began to shift back and forth, pinning his massive cockmeat inside of her body and filling her to the brim as her pussy mound was met with the hilt of his shaft. Her cuntmound cradled by the comfort of feathers while her fingertips clutched into the moonkin plumeage. “Hahhahh.. Mnnhh!” Sherri moaned out, her cheeks flush as his hips worked inside of her body with his arms cradling her form as he bucked inside of her. His eyes opening for a brief moment to glance down at her before closing and clicking his beak tightly shut while his cock beat inside of her tight cunt. 

His talon-tipped hands held her thighs carefully while she hugged upon his feathers, gripping them mercilessly between her fingertips. “Hfff.. Mages tend to really appreciate this form..” He breathed out hotly through his beak, his pink tongue drooling as he watched those juicy tits jiggle with each thrust of his hips, his golden hues staring down at her with an owl’s everpresent gaze. “That’s why they’re my favorite.” His chirped gently down at her causing her cheeks to blush as he held at her waist, holding her tightly against the base of his cock that throbbed inside of her. Her breasts, he couldn’t stop gazing at them, it was natural for avians to be attracted to a large prominent bust, even if birds didn’t have breasts the curvature of their form was driving the lust in his moonkin instincts. He wanted to taste them. 

Without a word he lifted her from his cock and Sherri felt her body turned around and pulled up to his frame with his arms while his hips pushed upwards gliding his cockmeat against her cuntmound once more and his talonpalms gripped at her tits holding them upwards as his head leaned forwards and his feathers tickled at her furred frame. “Nfffh..” Sherri gasped and glanced back at him but she felt that familiar pinch of pleasure as his cock pushed up inside of her plump lipped cunt, filling her deep with dick as she started to bounce, but rather than back and forth she was lifted and dropped upon his jutting upwards cock that nudged against her womb. 

Her digits locked around one of his antlers from behind, her fingertips squeezing upon the massive keratin and holding on for dear life as her bright brown eyes shuttered and her panting moans scaped with drool spilling down her tongue. “Hahhhh Fffhuhhh! Ohgod! Deeper! Give! It! Tomeharder!” Sherri barked out, yelping ash er naked form burned deeper inside of her body, it was almost like she was charging a pyroblast but rather than chanting it the mana and warmth of arcane energy was flooding inside of her threatening to cast of its own volition like a boiling pot of water being tossed back and forth in an ocean’s storm! 

The feral gusto of a male Moonkin could hardly be known as subtle and the golden eyed owlkin gripped tightly upon those plump tits while his body bucked inside. A druid had to be trained to control their feral instincts lest they succumb to the mind of the animal they transformed into and become lost forevermore. And Vallas was desperately trying to maintain that fine line between instinct and calmer natures, a pleasure that most druids lusted for with their lovers. The owlkin trembled as his tongue lapped eagerly along her tit, squeezing at the soft globes as his cock started to scream its desire for release, to cum, to breed this impudent lass of an insolent mage-bitch that had questioned his prowess! 

“Offhfuuhh..” Sherri’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she felt her orgasm surging through her body, the poor doggirl letting loose her own magical talent in the form of Combustion, a heat that threatened to char foes enveloped her own body and with her contracting muscles she surrounded Valla’s cockmeat in warmth. He would have sworn that he’d been burned but it didn’t hurt, instead it was addictive, his cockmeat sputtering as healthy ropes of not night elven, but Moonkin cum bubbled inside of her body. Truly a mistake of a Druid to not shift the internal breeding anatomy, the sperm cells and spunk, to that of their innate form, but her body simply caused him to lose control for a moment..

The heaving creature squeezed tighter upon her body as his cock jut out rope after rope of cum, his body squeezing her tightly to him as her scrunched pawtoes held upon him just as tightly. His beak gently pinching at the flesh of her tit as he let out an avian screech of pleasure that almost sounded like a chorus of chirps as he came inside her. His massive cock throbbing and pumping out the thickness of jizz that Moonkin were known for. 

As his body released her from his grasp he let her form drape upon the forest floor when his brow lifted with surprise, the warmth and heat that surged through her was creating a singed outline of her form upon the grass. His cum oozing out from her pussy and spilling upon her thigh as she lay there in comforted bliss gazing up at him with starry heart eyes. “Hey.. Wait,” Sherri whimpered softly as he stood upright upon his massive mix of avian claws and paws. “You’re not leaving are you?”

He gave a smirk. “Of course not, rest up. I’ll be back with more of that mortal treat you enjoy so much.” His body suddenly glowed and in the same exasperation that had introduced her to a bulky feathered creature once more his form was revealed to be avain but slender and violet. A Stormcrow, Sherri’s ears perked with excitement, and as if his body was carried by the current of the outland his massive wings splayed and soared towards the city that was domed by the light of the N’aaru. 

Sherri smiled and lay back with a content smile upon her face, the bright light of multiple suns filtered by the aether cascading down upon the forest and further diminished into a cozy warmth by the foliage overhead. She didn’t realize how long she’d closed her eyes but when she awoke to her side was a cone with the pink fluffy candy she adored and beside it one of his feathers.

…

The new inductee was the focus of discussion at the meeting later that afternoon. In the makeshift meeting hall at the back of the tavern near lower city, the only place they could openly plot and have it be taken as drunkards discussing old war stories. However for the past few minutes Sherri had been regaling the members of her team with the story fresh in her mind of the new ‘druid’ form she had met culminating with a happy swoon as Sherri rest her elbows upon the wooden table, her cheeks in her hands as her tail thumped happily behind her. “We definitely need this guy on our team.” Sherri held up the feather as proof, “And with this we can summon him any time! Right, Fenny?” All eyes turned towards a slender fennec fox who seemed distracted. 

Almost jealous in his own way the small lanky foxboy in distinctly feminine thigh highs and a tight fitting corset who adamantly protested any affection for the outfit but that it was simply the best gear the outland could offer. Fennecky, one of the warlocks that was part of the specialized caster squad in their planned assault, was thoroughly disappointed at the meal selection he had ordered, breaded chicken tenders that hardly felt crisp or fresh but a reheated mess of soggy bread and stale chicken meat, but Sherri’s joy seemed to contrast with his sour fennec mood. After she finished her story he looked up clearly unimpressed by Sherri’s romantic afternoon. “You know you don’t have to have sex with him to get the aura right?” He looked around at the other girls at the table, most of them casters who seemed confused by his statement but the silence felt like they were nudging him, “Like, we don’t all have to suck his dick to get Moonkin energies!” All that came back to him was silence and his hand fell over his face with a disgruntled groan of defeat. “Fine I’ll summon him but I’m not fucking him..”