Chapter VI
-Birthday-Party at Ironforge-
Lucy kept her eyes closed and inhaled the scent of the brine deeply. She sat on the railing of a ship, sailing through the waters of the great ocean from Rut'theran to Stormwind harbor. The sea was calm that morning; and so the ship was tossed only a little. But the cute gnomish girl felt safe anyway in the arms of her beloved night elf, Tharion, who was standing behind her. Tharion had just lowered his head and whispered in her ear,
"You look so enticing with your hair waving in the wind, Lucy. I honestly consider carrying you down to the lower deck for some naughty private time."
Lucy took his right hand and put it onto her belly, purring silently,
"I think we will arrive at Stormwind quite soon. And if you remember - a certain feral druid already had his way with me today before we left. But don't worry - you will have your kitty later."
Tharion kissed her on neck tenderly and started stroking her. It had been one of those days when he had woken up being so horny that Lucy had no chance to soothe her feral druid but by obeying him and playing his well-behaved female.
The ship-routes were used only rarely nowadays with mage-portals everywhere. Nevertheless, the ships to and from Teldrassil were still often crowded with night elves. Lucy and Tharion were on board that day for a very pleasant reason. Four days ago Lucy had found a letter in her mail from Samantha, her best gnomish friend. It had been an invitation for both of them to her birthday party, which would take place that very evening in Ironforge. And since Tharion was really sympathetic with Lucy's fear of flying and often went a long way round to spare her a gryphon-ride, she showed her utmost respect for his dislike of arcane transportation magic in return. Thus they were sailing to Stormwind, carrying a neatly wrapped bottle of finest elfish Moonberry Juice and wondering what that night would have in store for them.
Especially Tharion was somewhat uncertain what he had to expect. He had never been to a gnomish party before; yet that was only his minor concern. He had met Samantha only twice before; and both times she had witnessed him mating with Lucy. Although Lucy insisted that Samantha would keep her promise to not tell anybody what she had seen, Tharion was not completely convinced that he would not be welcomed by lots of meaningful grins at the party. Essentially, Tharion was a little shy away from Teldrassil; a least in his elfish shape. Lucy suspected this to be a side-effect of him being a druid. Being that strong and superior as a cat, it was probably easy to feel weakened without sharp claws, pointy teeth and animalistic powers; not to mention the self-assurance of an instinct-driven mind.
"Tharion, cutie?"
Tharion startled, obviously having been in deep thoughts,
"Yes, my kitty?"
"I'm sure, you will love the party. Samantha's friends are mine as well and all really nice! They don't prejudice elves at all. Of course they will be very curious about you, but take it easy. If you want to be their hero, show them your feral shape. All gnomes love feral druids; I mean... in a very unerotic kind of way normally - but they love them!"
Tharion kissed and cuddled Lucy lovingly.
"And you don't fear that they could speculate about our kind of relationship when you stare hornily at your cat at the party?"
Lucy purred and whispered since some of the other elfish passengers on the ship already seemed to listen,
"As long as YOU don't get horny and expose your kitty-cock, we should be OK."
They both were still giggling when they eventually arrived at Stormwind, the capital of the humans.
Stormwind was so full of people, loud and messy that the funny couple didn't attract the slightest attention even though Tharion and Lucy were stopping every few steps for some hugging and kissing. It was early afternoon and thus they had a lot of time for the last part of their journey. The party would start late in the evening and they would celebrate past midnight into Samantha's birthday. But they had left Teldrassil very early anyway because Lucy wanted to meet Samantha beforehand. Samantha worked as the local tailor's assistant at Ironforge, and Lucy insisted to do some shopping. It was quite difficult to find clothes suitable for gnomes outside of Ironforge, and Lucy desperately needed new underwear.
Finally, they reached the Dwarven District and after a short trip with the Deeprun Tram, the famous masterpiece of gnomish engineering which was connecting the cities of Stormwind and Ironforge, they arrived at Tinker Town in Ironforge. Tharion was looking around in slight disgust. He had been to Ironforge only on very rare occasions and tried to avoid the stuffy air of the underground dwarven city. Nevertheless, he had to admit that the city had improved since the gnomes were living there as well. It was very clean and the little shops everywhere were really inviting. In the city's central area around the giant forge there was the local tailoring, run by a grumpy looking dwarven woman named Poranna Snowbraid. They had barely entered the shop when Samantha came running toward them, screaming cheerfully and pulling Lucy into a strong hug.
"You are already here! I was so happy when I read your note that you both would come. I have to work for another hour, didn't expect you so early. Buuuuut, you can, of course, wait at my apartment for me. And... Hi, Tharion!"
Tharion couldn't deny himself a smile. Gnomes were just too cute with their sanguineness. Poranna came closer and cleared her throat, looking somewhat bewildered at the gnomes and Tharion.
"And what can I possibly do for a noble Kaldorei? A ceremonial robe perhaps?"
Tharion shook his head and, since Lucy and Samantha were still occupied with hugging and giggling, answered,
"My sweetheart wants to buy some lingerie."
Poranna nodded with a puzzled look on her face and turned toward Samantha.
"Could you please help our customers, Samantha?"
Both gnomes were already on their way to the drawer with gnomish lingerie, talking rapidly; and soon Lucy was piling up countless panties on the counter. Samantha watched quite amused and eventually, when Lucy had selected at least ten pairs, asked,
"Wow, what are you doing with your underwear that you need that many?"
Tharion, who had been looking around meanwhile, immediately turned to the gnomes. Lucy was standing with her back toward him, but he knew that she was smiling. Her answer was in gnomish - but her gesture looked a lot like a blow with a paw; and the look on Samantha's face when she was staring at him wide-eyed told him all there was to know.
When Lucy had finally paid a small fortune, even the grumpy dwarven shopkeeper had to show a happy face and surprisingly allowed Samantha to leave with her guests one hour early.
On their way to Samantha's apartment in the Mystic Ward, all three of them were talking about the party. Tharion felt a huge urge to tell Samantha that it was Lucy's fault to make him horny while she was still wearing clothes. But since Samantha already blushed when he smiled at her, he decided to pretend for now that he had no idea what Lucy had told her friend about him clawing underwear.
They arrived at Samantha's nice little two-storied apartment only five minutes later; and since there were still some hours until the other guests would arrive, they helped Samantha preparing everything for the party. Tharion was especially helpful with decorating the ceiling to Lucy's great amusement,
