Vanity Pets

"What? Of course I DON'T respect you." Chaz spoke in a way that made Yrel remember that she did not truly want that either, which added an underpinning of reassurance to his derrisiveness. The way he reasoned with her was similar to the way one might reason with a child; he was telling her what she wanted and she could not help but agree.

"You're an animal, Yrel." She was surprised she prickled slightly at anything, let alone what Laz was doing. It just felt slightly different.

"You are right. I do not know what came over me." The draenei held her head and exhaled deeply.

"I know what the problem, is." Chaz offered.

"What?" Yrel was truly curious.

"We've had to keep you acting like you're a normal person for the sake of the plan. Mostly so your people, your chandelier and your commander wouldn't find out. Well... Now that's probably not necessary." Chaz crossed his arms and paced in front of her.

"Maybe it's finally time to give you a break. You laid out all your plans for your people so I could probably take it from here and give you more of a... Support role." He turned to look up at her and wink.

"A support role?"

"Yeah. You probably got enough points as a young draenei to rival even Velen at this point with how much you've risen through the ranks and grown."

Yrel smiled brightly. "You think so?"

"I know so, doll! Listen, how about we go back and talk to my cousin and see what we can do about all those thinking parts you don't need anymore."

"About that..." Yrel began, but then trailed off, nervously rubbing her arm.

"What is it? I'm not gonna get mad if my pet barks. But I do gotta figure out what's causing it."

Yrel was reassured by the sentiment, despite the language being incredibly demeaning. She was well past caring about that. The only thing she truly cared about was the incident back at the stable.

"I had thought that when draenei were to become animals we would retain some sense, while being subservient to our partners. Like..." She motioned towards herself.

"Oh." Chaz immediately understood.

"The problem with that is that with certain animals we can't have our orders going through a filter."

"A filter?"

"Yeah yeah. A filter." He leaned down and picked up a rock. Yrel watched him curiously and knelt down as he asked her to.

"Imagine I want to throw this rock between both my hands. I know exactly what I want to do, my hand knows what the other is doing. It's synergy." he explained it in a way that was intuitive for her. She nodded.

"Now, put your hand between mind, catch the rock and toss it to the other one." As he tossed the rock back and forth Yrel moved her hand between and caught it. After a brief delay she then tossed it to the other hand.

"See what happened?" Chaz inquired.

"No? It felt fine."

"It was lag."

"Lag?" Yrel cocked her head quizzically.

"You gotta admit, it was slower when you put your hand in there, right?" Yrel nodded.

"Good. It was way slower than before. That's why we train animals so that it's like one hand tossing a rock back and forth. Your hand between my two hands is like your brain. You, or any other mount or pet thinking at all between my orders and your actions creates lag and that can't happen. That's why we gotta make sure that with some roles the girls can't stick their 'hand' in where it doesn't belong."

"Because it's slower." Yrel felt like she understood pretty well.

"You have way too much-" Chaz leaned up and tapped her forehead to illustrate what he was saying.

"For your own good, or mine."

"Oh no..." Yrel took a deep breath. She did not like it, but she was still his and she barely had a say.

"We must destroy my personality and thoughts for your convenience. We should go now and-" As she stood up Chaz flagged her down.

"Alright, hold on. It's cute that you want to end your whole existence for me, but I still need you kind of sentient because I don't really got the political chops to manage a garrison full of draenei, our our 'Allies.' Plus, you got your whole forging thing going and I dunno how to take over for THAT yet." With other draenei, he would have never been able to speak so frankly about their kinds demise. He marveled at the process that Yrel pioneered. It was so effective that they essentially did not stand a chance once they were forged.

"Oh." She was confused after being given mixed signals but did not let it diminish her resolve. She fully felt that she would let herself go blank if he asked her to.

"So what do we do?"

* *

Yrel was nervous. It was her first respec and it was at the hands of Chaz's cousin, the man that triggered her minor crisis. She had no idea what it felt like.

"Alright, we're movin' mostly through the service tree. You're gonna feel some changes. Don't worry too much, they're all abnormal."

"Don't you mean-"

"I know what I said, toots." The goblin waved at her dismissively. When they had entered, Laz was standing comfortably between two winged, masked, former draenei women that Yrel knew to be Leti and the Scholar. They were behaving fully like big, dumb animals. Their faces were leaned close to his, licking his cheeks on either side. He did not seem worried that he was trapped between their heavy tits. Two hands rested on different levels of his cock, idly stroking. It goes without saying that he was quite annoyed to be interrupted. The two 'draenei' were not bothered by anything. The knelt obediently with or without him balancing on their thick thighs.

"You're gonna feel a crack in your back, followed by a sudden weight..." He explained, looking down at his book. Yrel gasped as she felt a significant crack. Her back arched and her posture changed, curving forward impractically to accentuate and support her breasts. Accompanying that change, like he suggested, was a sudden weight. Yrel looked down to see that her already generous tits had expanded to opulent levels. She felt a crack in her hips as well as they widened. Her stance became a bit more hazardous to combat as her hooves desired to turn inward slightly in a naturally 'dopey' stance.

"What was that?"

"That was the second branch. Instead of going cow, we're leaving you upright. It's what I've decided to call the 'maid' tree. Now that that's sorted, we fill out the side options a bit to go forward..." He hummed to himself as he worked.

"Let's see, Chaz wanted this, this..."

"What is happening?" Yrel questioned. She crossed her arms under her breasts to support them as they began to feel somewhat tender. Her nipples hardened and stood.

Laz placed the book down and walked over to his work bench to grab a glass. "You mind?" He approached her with no regard for the answer and motioned for her to bend down. As Yrel started trying to kneel she failed. She tried again and could not bend at the knees.

"What is-"

"At the waist, toots." He snapped his fingers impatiently.

"Oh." Yrel easily bent over at the waist into a perfect right angle. She was surprised that her body could maintain it with how top-heavy she was. Her tail wagged behind her happily, despite all that was happening. Laz pulled one of her nipples hard enough to make her cringe and her tail shudder and shoot straight up behind her, but the feeling of relief as a warm stream shot into the glass filled her with relaxation. Yrel sighed happily and the glass filled quickly.

Laz stared at it and was surprised to remark. "It's gold! Pure gold..." As he lifted the glass to his lips and knocked back a quarter of it Yrel stared at him strangely.

"What?" Laz asked, his voice growing sharper and more high-pitched. Before Yrel could point anything out one of the buttons on the goblin's shirt and pants each shot off. Both opened. A goblin set of double D's had burst the button on 'his' top and for Laz's pants, her hips widened and her waist slimmed significantly. Laz panicked.

"W-what the f-" Before she could finish that thought her gold eyes rolled back and her face gave a warped look like she was about to sneeze, and was loving it. Her knees crossed and her cock, hanging out due to her pants bursting open, let loose a full white load onto the floor as she shuddered deeply and moaned. She did not even have to touch herself. The new goblin girl has all her old equipment, plus the new additions, but she was not happy about it once she returned to her senses.

She blushed deeply, her cock still throbbing.

"Okay..." The new girl breathed.

"Dammit! Let's just finish this up." She stared up at Yrel in frustration.

"You're gonna get a faint feeling like everything in the world is amazing and you're just along for the ride. You can lean back by the way."

Yrel leaned back and got a head rush as the points were placed. "Oh... Wow." The Exarch panned her gaze around the workshop in clueless wonder. She knew who she was and what she was but she had no idea what was going on or what to do. Before she had always been idly considering her next moved and the people around her. With the change, she no longer even considered them and she was quite content with not know how to.

"Lucky slut..." Laz muttered. She eyed the gold milk suspiciously.

"Really gotta warn a guy about shit like that."