As much as Anduin was curious what this new and obviously improved gnome was capable off, her and her sized-up tits had to wait. This was despite him being immensely horny thanks to one of his guards fucking her slave relentlessly for the past twenty minutes. For complete safety, they also had to test the gas' effects on humans and elves. No rejuvenating effects or permanent changes by the looks of it, but it raised the libido of people that took it in something fierce.
"I did not expect you to accompany us," Anduin pointed out when Fenella joined with the expedition. Although, with their goal this time around, perhaps calling it a liberation force was more accurate.
"Moira would want me to sabotage your endeavour..." the dark iron dwarf stated bluntly, knowing that it was useless to try and lie. Even if Anduin wasn't going to use his spell, the Old Goddess behind him knew a schemer when she saw one. "So, I want to either do that or witness your miracles firsthand... not that you need to do much more convincing on that front."
Xal'atath crossed her arms, emphasizing her boobs in the motion. A competitive act against the immensely stacked shorty, no doubt. "You are aware that you will be made subject to the fumes as well, yes? As I understand, you and gnomes share the same mechanical origin, it is likely they will have the same effect on you as it did on them."
"You know what, I absolutely don't care," Fenella announced, after looking over to the two enhanced gnomes. Mizzy was wearing a thick coat against the cold, being naked had not been viable for an extended period, crawling in the snow at the behest of Valeera. The High Tinker, in the meanwhile, was coordinating efforts with newfound strength. "They look like they are forty again," if they were humans, she would probably have said twenty, "...and... no, never mind."
Valeera raised her eyes off the tiny slut that was licking her boots. "You getting as horny as this masochistic piece of filth will get you the courage to hop on my husband's cock, right?" the blood elf asked with a knowing smirk on her deep red lips.
It was fortunate for Fenella that her skin colour prevented her heavy blush from being too noticeable. Anduin still got that his second wife was right on the money from the fact that the dark iron dwarf was stomping away afterwards. It seemed he could look forward to adding not one but two shorter woman to his harem - if they desired to be branded by him. Basically a given in Mizzy's case, although her brilliance as a gnomish inventor was still present, a few tests had shown this, her brain was filled with the need to have Anduin's cock inside her.
Only Anduin's, much to his approval. Once she had been declared his slave, she had become fiercely loyal to his cock - without even having seen it yet. She just firmly believed herself to be his property until traded away. The High King loved the implication of this. If all female gnomes became like this once transformed, something 100% of all gnomes were interested in, he was looking at a whole new addition to the slave cast. Meanwhile, the male gnomes were all more than welcome to live their lives as masters.
'If the same is true for dwarves...' Anduin found himself already planning ahead, '...this gas could immediately synchronize the dwarven and gnomish culture with that of Stormwind, with all of their women becoming submissive sluts to the men...' Aside from elves, where the males were cucked enough to submit themselves to anyone, the extreme of 'all women were willing sluts' and 'all men were dominating studs' was the natural trend even in the sexually liberated city.
Every day, dozens of high-ranking women were putting down their offices in favour of their masters, serving them willingly with their bodies, as they took on the responsibilities. Something about the constant magic everyone was exposed to was facilitating this development - with no harm done to anyone in the process.
The point was, this would weld together the Alliance in a common culture centred around good looking, dominant men fucking gorgeous, masochistic sluts. Anduin was only slightly worried the men would eventually turn to be cruel but, if the past months and human development were any indication, there was no sign of anyone taking the new order for granted. Wives and public property alike were always handled with great care.
"Anduin," Mekkatorque came over in his mecha, the business of the camp was slowly dying down as people got settled with their equipment. "We are ready to depart whenever you are."
A few minutes later, they walked through the entrance of Gnomeregan, a large cog-like gate in the mountainside. The initial areas they passed through bore the marks of past destruction, but the reclaiming efforts up until this point had made it so the rubble was put in piles at the side. Defect machinery was hanging around everywhere, only touched by the hands of troggs out to let out their immature rage on whatever seemed somewhat destructible.
Said monsters quickly appeared before the large expedition. Grotesque, disease riddled humanoids with flat faces and large mouths with crooked, yellow teeth. Anduin cut them down without much concern, they were one of the races on Azeroth that there was no hope for. Numerous and aggressive, they were basically like hungry rats on search for something they could smash over the head and eat. They were too dumb for negotiations and too hostile to ignore.
It was fortunate that they were weak as well. Between Anduin and his slaves, they were butchered by the hundreds as they descended deeper into the city, always guided by Mekkatorque. Soon, they reached the areas of the underground capital that were still claimed by the irradiated smog. With the massive amount of equipment they had brought with them, they managed to cut deep inside.
Eventually, the expedition put up camp near the source of all the radiation, the central power chamber. Although it had been bombs that originally eradiated Gnomeregan, it was the subsequent damages and sabotage by the traitor Thermaplugg that kept it that way. They were about to enter an area where only Anduin's magic could protect them from the dark green smoke, and he didn't have enough energy to shield the hundreds of gnomes with them. That aside, they needed to hold the leper gnomes that came out to attack their expedition somewhere until the cleansing.
These green-skinned mutations would hopefully be cured once the radiation was cleared by the High King's might. No guarantee for this was given. However, the High Tinker refused to kill his own people if there was a chance to save them.
Due to the weakness of the opposition and the competent guidance of Mekaktorque, they arrived at their target in a few hours. A steadily leaking, massive machine of nuts, bolts, gears and metal plates that supplied the entire city with energy. Once there, it was actually rather easy to fix the entire situation. Anduin simply had to repeat the ritual he had gone through above ground, but spend more energy in the process.
He rammed both of his swords into the machinery. This damaged the hull, but was necessary for him to channel his powers effectively. Closing his eyes, he and Xal'atath joined their mighty reserves. Anduin spend all of his power on the Light, the Old Goddess lending her Shadow. The High King lead and Black Blade felt an almost orgasmic satisfaction at being useful to her master. In many ways, its was more pleasurable than simple sexual gratification. Serving a man such as him was so... deeply intoxicating.
It were those feelings, unbeknownst to both Anduin and Xal'atath, that caused the perverted corruption within the gas. A fact that didn't matter whatsoever, as the green, thick fog around them began to turn colour.
As he had hoped, doing so at the heart of the issue caused a chain reaction. All of the gas inside the city was gripped by the change, the noxious green turning into a light pink all around Anduin. All of Gnomeregan was cleansed off the radiation within half an hour of the High King standing there and channelling his power, not stopping until he no longer felt any resistance to his spell.
"Now," Anduin took a deep breath, as this act had actually exhausted him somewhat, "you should fix the leaks, Gelbin." Although the radiation had now been cleansed, there was still new fumes rising from the broken ventilation system of the power generator. Taking several breaths of the pink gas, it was almost unavoidable, since it was all around him, Anduin felt his lust rising. It was very much like tasting the pussy juices of Xal'atath or Aclysia. His cock expanded within the confines of his armour.
"Mhm, no, I don't think that'll be necessary, your highness," Mekkatorque stated turning his looking glasses and analysing the gabs in the machines hull. "Your act just now seems to have enchanted the G.U.P.S.W.U.R. itself. The new fumes it spews out are the same as those currently around us." The now young-looking gnome made a curious sound. "Fascinating. Not only did you reclaim my people's home, you also eliminated our pollution footprint."
There were a bunch of things Anduin didn't quite follow in that explanation, but it sounded like he had done even better than anticipated. In the distance behind him, he heard moans. Quiet at first, but quickly escalating. Things were heating up, over the coming ten minutes, they would only get worse.
"How do you feel?" Anduin asked Gelbin, curious what the gas effect was on the already changed gnome.
"Immensely horny!" Mekkatorque announced, the effect of the gas on him was the same as on Anduin now, "So, please, let us hurry back to the camp!"
