"...What... what is... how...?" Moira Thaurissan could not believe her eyes when Valeera presented a mountain of evidence to the empress's wrongdoing. It had been two days since Anduin left for Gnomeregan and the High King had prepared all they needed in the meantime. He had secret talks with both Falstad and Muradin, both of which were quickly convinced off his plans. The skilled rogue had then broken into Moira's mansion, or whatever the underground complex equivalent of that was called, and taken all the documents she could carry.
Now they were gathered in a proper meeting. All of the higher ups of Ironforge were around, as were nobles and a fair amount of the populations. As for Anduin's request, this proper meeting, with Mekkatorque in his gnomes around, had been heavily advertised. Now all the necessary parts for the reformation of Ironforge and dwarven society were at the ready.
"You did very well, Valeera," Anduin whispered and gently bit her long ear, it made her shudder in anticipation of what was going to be her reward. For now, the High King had to settle his business in Ironforge. It wasn't going to take long. "These are your crimes against your own people, Moira Thaurissan. Are you claiming this evidence is not genuine?"
"Obviously... it is all true!" she shouted with utter conviction, her flabby body jiggling in an entirely unsexy fashion as she gestured wildly. Her eyes went wide when she realized that she had just confessed.
"Before me, you cannot lie," Anduin told her and the empress eyes immediately darted to the large crowd. For a few moments, she was clenching the armrests of her throne, then she slumped back, defeated. Moira realized there was no out for her. Her construct of schemes came toppling down under the High King's demand for honesty. Just a few days undid years of work.
Anduin quickly and categorically went through her greatest offenses, the empress having to answer truthfully to all of them. The crowd, particularly the dark iron dwarves amongst them, became more and more outraged. By the end, there was an unanimous demand to replace her as their leader. A couple of guards escorted her away.
Muradin took that opportunity, he and Falstad both stood up, wearing robes of simple brown rather than their usual ornamented armour. "The information you have just heard has been carried to us by High King Anduin yesterday, amongst some other interesting news that we should get through before we inform you who we would like to replace Moira on the council." The crowd went silent and listened carefully. Everyone could feel that history was in motion.
Falstad continued. "Let us start with the best news: Gnomeregan is cleansed of radiation," the confusion in the crowd was immense. It was happy confusion, to be sure, but everyone's last knowledge of that situation was 'probably not going to be solved in my generation'. "Through the might of his mastery of Light and Shadow, the High King weaved a spell that took care of the radiation."
"Yes, indeed," Mekkatorque moved along in his mecha, taking everyone's attention. "The radiation was changed into a different, incomprehensible chemical altogether, a highly beneficial one at that. My people will soon no longer need to occupy parts of your city. I heavily thank everyone for their support over the years and as such have decided to present to you all this chemical. First, let me show you the effects on us gnomes," without hesitation, Mekkatorque jumped out of his iron giant and landed on his feet. Now that people got a better look at him, they noticed how young he looked. That and the massive power tool he was almost dragging over the floor as he walked. The High Tinker was not wearing any pants. "All of my people have been rejuvenated, none of us look older than thirty, our minds are as quick as ever, dicks, tits and ass have been adjusted for maximum appeal, the man have become dominant and the females are all submissive bitches able to take even the biggest dicks, we are all happier than ever."
On that signal, all of the gnomes began to strip. Many of them were known figures within Ironforge, who hadn't been in Gnomeregan at the time of the cleansing. Instead, they had been exposed to gas that was stored and brought to Ironforge with Anduin's caravan.
"Yes..." Muradin cleared his throat and took the word again, "A dark iron that accompanied Anduin on this endeavour was also affected. Fenella Darkvire, please come up here and show our people what it did to you."
The black skinned redhead obeyed only after looking at Anduin, who nodded. "Show them everything," he instructed her. With happy obedience, she walked onto the stage and disrobed in one swift movement.
Broad and curvy, with skin glistening from a recent oil massage, Fenella presented herself proudly. It was Anduin's wives that had cleaned and prepared her like this. Her breasts, bigger even than Jaina's, were slouched down, the dark pink nipples erect, bouncing heavily when she cupped and played with them heavily, only to drop them. Her black skin was meticulous, a fiery red bush of hair between her legs orderly cut down to be at an aesthetically pleasing length that wouldn't get in the way of eating her out. Although it would have been hard to see anyway, Anduin knew that his mark was not yet winding around her pink lower lips. Turning around, the dark iron presented her massive ass and firm thighs, just begging to be spanked, pushed out and taken from behind.
"Incubation time is increased," Mekkatorque explained to the people that were, as inconspicuously as possible, touching their sexes through their tight or damp clothes, "but effects remain the same. The gnomes have decided to make it a point of national policy that every member of our people who wants to will be subjected to this chemical."
"And," Falstad picked up from there, "as our forefathers decided, the fate of the gnomes and dwarves is forever linked. We respect their wishes by implementing that same policy."
"Of course, we don't expect you to just believe the gasses effects before you make your decisions," Muradin opened the front of his own robe and revealed that he was only wearing his bushy chest hair underneath. Falstad did the same, the two dwarven monarchs throwing their clothes aside and gesturing for two pairs of gnomes, females naked except for a tank and a connected sprayer, to come onto the stage. "Which is why we, to show our trust in the High King's words, agreed to stand in as examples."
That was the signal for the gnomes to begin spraying them with the chemical. Anduin didn't quite understand how the gnomes had gotten it to take liquid shape, only that Mekkatorque promised that it would work faster that way. Evidently, he was right, the twenty to thirty minutes it should have taken were shaved down to two to three. The fact that it was a liquid also made it easier to follow the transformation.
Both dwarves had been in quite advanced ages already and in front of everyone they were rejuvenated. Muscles expanded and became more defined, hanging skin became taut and glistening, dull hair glistened with youth, wrinkles of age and stress were simply smoothed over and their cock first became erect, then grew another couple of centimetres, their balls swelling with more seed than ever.
"By the TITANS!" Muradin roared in a voice that was deeper and more dominant than the king had even before this treatment. He flexed his new muscles, much to the wanton gasping of the females and jealous grumbling of the males, stopping in pose worthy of a statue. "This is even BETTER than I promised, I feel like I could fuck every last beer serving slut on this planet while forging the greatest weapon Azeroth has ever seen!"
And with that, he had completely won over every last guy-dwarf in the room. Fucking and forging were two best things in the world to those people. Looking at how supremely sexy Fenella looked, the ladies kept their enthusiasm quiet, although it was every bit as fervent.
Anduin raised his voice again. "Everyone who wishes to be part of the first wave of people to be subjected to this chemical, we will soon close the gate to the throne room and fill this chamber with it. Leave before then."
In answer to his announcement, the crowd around them moved. Not because a lot of people wanted to get out, barely anybody did, but because the people standing just outside began pressing their way in. Soon, having a large opening in the crowd to allow Anduin, his wives, guards, diplomats and slaves to stand was no longer an option. The High King and his marked women were allowed up to the platform where the three thrones and Fenella were standing. Everyone else allowed to strip and leave their armaments lying on the feet of the same platform.
The gates closed and the chemical was sprayed into the air. Where it hit the ground, it soon vaporized into the typical pink smoke. Generally, however, the air stayed clear. As everyone's sexual desires began to rise to levels many hadn't experienced in decades and then even beyond that, it was Muradin's manly voice that kept them from going straight into fucking.
"Two more things we want to get done before we call this court session over," the bronzebeard said, stroking his cock as he spoke, although people weren't fucking yet, they were all stripping down to nothing. Those dwarves, visibly aging backwards, were the last ones to get with that particular program anyway. The gnomes, the humans, the elven slaves, even Anduin's wives (by the might of his magic) were all already naked. "First, the council of three hammers wants to appoint Fenella Darkvire, first woman to ascend to the sluthood, as the new empress of the dark irons, any objections?" None were rise, only moans of support were the only things heard. "Second, Fenella Darkvire is to become the fifth slave wife of Anduin Llane Wrynn of Stormind, the greatest king history shall ever know. Any objections?!"
