A brief piece I did for fun. This is probably the shortest work I've completed so far.

Hachi belongs to my Skype friend. No idea if there is an FA account involved.

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Hachi stalked the sun scorched paths of the Barrens, listening to the wind and the dry crunch of soil beneath her dirt stained hooves. High above, the oppressive sunlight reached its zenith, searing dry the brown and wilted husks of dead and dying grass, the tauren herself breathing deeply as she bore the brunt of its merciless assault. Beads of hot sweat tricked down the Grimtotem’s brow, mixing with the windswept granules of dust that stuck to her coarse black fur. She shielded her eyes and scanned the landscape ahead of her; the lions of the savannah hid in the shadows of barren trees and within dense shrubbery dotting the plains just beyond the open road. Even the quilboar knew better – the pig-men lessened their harassment of hapless travelers around midday, in favor of the safety of their mud and thorn-chocked huts. No creature in their right mind should have been out in the open at this hour. The sane sought refuge and rest in the shade; Hachi just cursed the sun above, wondering why she had not done the same. She knew she couldn’t – not yet. Not while her prey lurked nearby.

The surly mercenary bit her lip and spat on the ground. Her tired, blood-shot eyes turned to the dirt, searching for anything out of place, out of the ordinary. It should have been easy money, she figured when she took the job: get in, skin the beast and bring back its blood-stained hide. She didn’t care if she was doing Ratchet a service, making the roads a safer place for travelers and commerce, or whatever drivel they fed her – that goblin infested grease trap of a hovel could burn to the ground for all she cared. Gold was what she needed now. That, and a drink of cold water and a decent meal. She had none of those things; only the open plains and idle thoughts she wished would leave her be.

Her eyes snapped open when she heard the sudden, frightened snarl of lions coming from up ahead. She ran to the nearest tree and knelt in its shadow then waited, watching three of the huge felines as they ran away. The tauren furrowed her brow and tightened her grip on her weapon. It was close. It had to be. Lions were the apex predator here. They feared none – even the vicious raptor packs gave them and their territory a wide berth, choosing to hunt elsewhere rather than fend off a savage pride. But when she heard its footfalls rumbling through the air, rattling the land beneath her with its every step, she knew then why they ran rather than fought a battle they could never win.

Over the hill, the creature appeared - big, ugly, green and scaly; reptilian in feature, resembling the raptors; its body draped in tattered, red stained shreds of cloth, passing off as a crude mockery of clothing. Grim trophies, Hachi mused as she hunched lower and watched it sniff the foliage where the lions once hid. This was it, some mutated perversion of nature, or some kind of vengeful raptor deity given flesh in some sick, twisted ritual. Damned lizards – she knew those beasts couldn’t have been trusted. No matter, they could be dealt with later by someone else – her prize awaited.

Hachi toyed with the pendant hanging from her neck while she weighed her options. She didn’t have a bow – even if she did, the open and exposed terrain wasn’t favorable for an ambush. The last thing she wanted to do was miss and drive it off, then spend even more time in the burning sun tracking it down again. The tauren only had one choice and it was obvious. She wouldn’t let her prey escape, not when she was so close to catching it. Spear and shield in hand, the Grimtotem stepped out of the shade and into the light, grinning from ear to ear as the large reptile turned to face her.

“I have you now, beast,” she growled to it, thrusting her sharp spear in the animal’s direction while she cautiously approached, muscles tensing as she sized up her adversary. The thing was massive; Hachi knew her ten foot high physique was impressive by tauren standards, but even she was dwarfed by the creature’s shadow, herself only coming up to its towering legs. It had to have been at least as tall as the tree she hid under – twenty five, maybe thirty feet, she figured. How something so massive eluded anyone for so long was beyond her understanding. It was irrelevant anyway – she found it, and it will die by her hand. The tauren slowed her pace and raised her shield, keeping her guard up as she met its wary gaze. “I spent a long time tracking you. You’ll make for a fine hide when I’m through!”

The lizard shrank back, darting its long, serpentine tongue in and out of its mouth, regarding the bold, black furred creature that stood before it. Its yellow, unmoving eyes glared back, dark slits widening as it snarled and raised its wicked claws. The Grimtotem hunched into a ready stance, digging her hooves into the earth as the sun beat down on both combatants. Dry wind blew and sweat stung her eyes, her unflinching grin unfazed. Its feet moved to the left, and Hachi’s hooves circled to the right; the pair locked eyes, weapons at the ready, waiting for the other to blink.

Hachi charged, loosing a terrible cry, heavy hooves thundering and trampling the soil, kicking up dirt and dust into the air behind her. Spear arm forward and at the ready, the warrior leapt high and thrust her weapon toward the beast’s heart, hoping to slay it with one brutal, decisive blow. But the lizard’s arm lashed out with terrifying speed, striking the startled tauren in the side, smacking her to the ground with a sickening thud. She screamed out in pain when she struck the earth, wincing as she gripped her exposed flank, stinging with the mix of dirt and blood. Just a light scratch, she tried to tell herself. She didn’t have time to pick herself up – all she heard was its piercing cry and the crunch of her armor under the beast’s feet when it pounced upon her. Its jagged fangs gnashed and bit at the dirt and empty air, its prey still squirming, putting up a fight and avoiding its toothy maw even from the ground. The creature’s shrieking and her own grunting was all the tauren heard as she felt its huge snout bashing against her shield arm, crunching and warping the metal with every blow, fangs tearing into her only defense like paper. Her other arm clawed the soil, reaching for its dislodged weapon lying just inches away on the ground near the lizard’s hooked claw of a foot. She needed to get it off of her – she just needed her weapon. She could feel its thick spittle matting her fur; its feet hopping madly up and down, pressing the brunt of its great weight onto her torso as it tried to make a meal out of her. But Hachi was nobody’s meal – not now, not ever. Grabbing the haft of her spear, the Grimtotem thrust it with all her might into the beast’s leg. And it cried out and jumped off of her, flailing about in pain as it tried to pry the bloody spear from its limb. Hachi rose from the ground, panting, and tossed her tattered shield aside. The tauren was unarmed, but she had it distracted. This was it. Just one trick left.

Grinning wide, she ripped the pendant from around her neck and approached her injured attacker, taunting the creature as she threw her arms wide. “Come now, beast – I thought you wanted to eat me!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, waiting for the reptile to limp to its feet. It screamed and broke the shaft of her weapon with a claw before it staggered and rose, enraged by its heckling prey. The Grimtotem’s smug grin grew all the wider. “I am not the easy meal you were hoping to feast upon, but I will give you another chance. So what are you waiting for? Come get me!” The enormous lizard snarled and roared, rushing toward the tauren at full speed. And she stood there, waiting, laughing as it neared, staring at its razor-toothed maw as it opened wide, ready to snap shut on her.

Hachi thrust her hand forward at the last second, exposing her pendant and the blinding blue light that washed over her and the creature. The startled beast’s eyes shot open; its legs stumbled backwards, and its heels dug into the ground, tripping and falling over upon itself, too frightened and enthralled by the tauren’s eerie trinket to get back up. Seizing the opportunity, the emboldened Grimtotem stepped forward and planted a hoof upon the lizard’s flinching snout, pressing her weight into its face as she looked down and sneered.

“What’s the matter, beast? Scared of a little light?” Hachi chuckled and her body began to twitch and shudder. Then the creature’s form began convulsing along with her own. “You should be afraid of more than just that.”

The tauren placed her other hand on her hip, letting her fingers dig into the thick black fur of her curves as their bodies trembled all the harder, her own surging with the sudden rush of renewed vigor. The searing pain in her side started to lessen and fade, and the wound mended and closed on its own, the bleeding staunched and cut off as if the injury never occurred. She leaned down and narrowed her eyes, staring into its terrified gaze, shoving her hard hoof into its snout all the harder. The lizard thrashed beneath her, struggling to free itself from her pendant’s strange powers, but it was too late to run away and Hachi knew it. She had her prey right where she wanted it, and there was no escaping from her now. “Now you will see why all fear Hachi!”

Her glowing jewel shined all the brighter, rivaling the midday sun in splendor and intensity as she shut her eyes and reveled in its warmth. She could feel its influence washing over her, pouring into her flesh and coursing through her veins, flooding her body with the power of her helpless victim. The beast felt its snout sinking into the earth as the tauren grew heavier with each passing moment, putting more and more pressure upon its trapped maw. Hachi’s eyes and her wicked grin widened as she felt her frame pushing against her armor, stretching the leather and splitting the metal of her protective gear, itself resisting her, trying its best to contain her bolstered form. Her muscular body grew dense and thickened, feeding off the creature’s mass as every part of her swelled and bulged outwards, shuddering with the groaning of her body and her torn mail. The more the beast struggled the weaker it became, its strength withering as hers simply increased. She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of her fraying armor being torn apart by her body, especially her expanding chest as it pushed outward, billowing and thickening with added mass, warping and bending her overworked gear to its limits.

“Your strength is mine now, lizard,” she said to it before her eyes rolled upward, her tongue lolling to the side, drunk off her own intoxicating power. “I’ll put it to better use than you ever could – see how it becomes mine, making me stronger than ever!” The Grimtotem’s mad cackling was cut short; another spurt of energy from her weakened captive flowed through her, feeding her more of its strength. The bulging muscles of her broad thighs and arms groaned and grew, gorging themselves, adding to her statuesque form as her hips and buttocks widened and plumped in response, tearing what little armor she wore on her legs to shreds. The creature could only muster a weak twitch of resistance, its strength too far gone to fight back against her as its body diminished before her eyes. Its hulking frame atrophied and shrank, the bulk of its great mass dwindling while hers simply grew taller, wider and curvier; its muscles receded, sapped of their size and vigor where hers bloated and bulked in turn. The tauren’s body climbed higher, now nearly twice her original height; their frame were similar in size for only a moment before her looming shadow overtook its own. Hachi groaned and raised her thick leg, lifting it from off the beast’s mouth for a brief moment, only to let her wide hoof fall upon on its torso, pinning the howling reptile in place while she continued to feast upon her prey.

“I want it all. Everything you possess will become mine.” The Grimtotem shifted her increasing weight, grinning with amusement at pitiful whine of the beast beneath her hoof. “Just give in, it will all be over soon enough.”

Her enormous body soared to greater heights, her generous assets continued to swell outward. She put a hand to her broad and bulging tree trunk of a thigh, feeling the dense, sinewy musculature of her leg as it pushed back against her fingers, devouring the last of her prey’s fading strength while filling her still swelling frame. As her bulk fed, it spread and sculpted itself; her waist, rump and bust filled out, plumping up to a shapelier, sexier form. And soon her fingers began to roam her body, stroking her fine black fur, distracted with her own exquisite anatomy. “You had more in you than I thought,” Hachi murmured to herself before taking in a content sigh, watching her breasts as they bulged with her filling lungs, straining against the last, threadbare straps of leather holding back her billowing chest. “But I must have more. I must have it all!”

Pulling her leg aside she slammed it into the earth, sending a thunderous tremor through the ground that cracked the soil and threw up dirt, leaving behind a massive hoof shaped crater the size of the unfortunate reptile’s body. The bottom of the tauren’s broad hoof sunk into the fractured land, driving itself deeper into the upturned crust as she bent down and gripped the creature in one hand and held it in the air without effort. Then she looked down and gazed at her heaving chest, watching her pillowy mounds rising before her, piling upon themselves, growing thicker and heavier as they concealed her hooves and hid the ruined ground beneath her. No longer content with being restrained, the swollen flesh of her bosom quivered and spilled over the final overworked strips of wobbling leather holding them back, but the pressure her engorged mounds placed upon the straps became too great. One by one they snapped apart, flying in every direction, letting her weighty breasts bounce free and sag slightly under the strain of gravity. Hachi grinned and narrowed her eyes before mashing the beast against her chest, smothering it with the softness of her warm, black fur and jiggling bust. She breathed deeply and blushed at the delightful feeling of her victim being shoved into her chest and the heat of the breeze blowing against her nipples and her unwilling toy, the beast shrinking smaller and smaller as she stole the last ounce of its power. She would have disposed of it by now had she not remembered her task; Hachi still had a bounty to collect and Ratchet was a good day’s march from here. Or it would have been, were she still her normal height.

Grabbing the shriveled lizard from her chest, she held it in the air before her eyes, dangling it by its tiny feet before laughing in its face. The booming roar of her triumphant voice thundered through the barren plains as she raised her hoof high into the air to take her first step forward. It cast an ominous shadow over the trees and bushes, scattering frightened wildlife away from her falling step as her leg crashed through the air and landed, ripping through the land and plant life beneath her as it churned the earth and flattened everything below into a fine, brown layer of caved-in dirt.

“So much for the great beast of Ratchet,” the thirty foot high tauren murmured to herself while eyeing the exhausted reptile, now no bigger than her palm. Shoving the raptor against her doughy breast, Hachi watched as the lizard and her voluptuous curves jiggled and bounced back into place. Then her large, black furred fingers stroked the creature’s back as she let it slide ever closer to her canyon-like cleavage. Her other hand began to massage her own breasts, groping her expansive hills between her fingers as she toyed with her prey one last time, pushing its body ever closer to the dip in her plunging neckline. But when the enormous Grimtotem saw the sea and the tops of the buildings of the port town, she paused for a moment and thought. “You’re worth more to me than just a fancy hide. Maybe I can pass you off as an exotic pet instead.”

The tauren’s fingers gave way one by one as she changed direction, letting the lizard dangle in the air above her gently wobbling cleavage. The beast could only weakly protest as it kicked its legs against Hachi’s bouncing flesh, itself too sickly, weak and shrunken to fight against its ultimate fate. The creature’s final bouts of flailing sent ripples through her body as she shoved it feet first between her breasts; the tauren bit her lip in response, blushing she felt it being plunged deeper and deeper into the darkness of her chest, its movements and her swaying coming to a stop when only its head remained above, barely able to see over her doughy, rolling hills.

“Stay where I can see you. I need to be sure you’re safe, so I can sell you to the highest bidder!” Hachi’s thunderous laugher boomed again, rumbling over the scorching Barrens. Her immense, swaying form shook the ground every step of the way, leaving behind huge and cracked hoof shaped craters under the midday sun, each slightly larger than the last as she strode in the direction of Durotar. She would feast and drink well by today’s end, whether the orcs of Orgrimmar wanted her to or not.