"Caravan escort? We can perform that duty, of course." Deesha stated accommodatingly. Even if it was a goblin that was requesting the assistance she had been left bored from the weeks of inaction. It was like everyone in charge had been concerning themselves over other things. There had been more of the goblins showing up in the most recent week. The changes to the Garrison had been jarring after things had stayed the same for so long. As a simple guard that had been around since before Yrel took over: First, it felt like the Commander was intent on harassing most of the Draenei women in the base, then he seemingly disappeared and left Yrel in charge. The final development was Yrel playing more of an advisory role to a cartel goblin. Deesha and the other draenei did not have the point of reference to see Yrel's frilly, skimpy black and white uniform for what it was. A maid costume; one that was just a bit too small for her at that. Yrel's enlarged tits were constantly at risk of bursting from her tight blouse, but the women of the garrison could only assume without extra information that she was affected particularly hard by an ass of yet unseen pregnancy. It made sense, considering all the time she spent with the Commander before.
"Escort? No no, we need pack animals." The goblin said bluntly. That statement alone was enough to alert her, but even if it hadn't, the second definitely raised alarm bells.
"You got a nice enough body. You look like you'd be good to pull a cart." The man looked surprised when Deesha did not immediately take that as a compliment.
"I'm... Sorry?" The woman was a seasoned warrior and peacekeeper. She had protected Karabor and participated in many battles. She was not ancient, but her life extended back before Draenor, so she had experience and the wisdom of age. She had gone through the forging process thinking that she would become a soldier in the army of light. At least, that was what she was promised.
"I don't know what type of joke you are trying to-" She blinked, feeling a strange lightheadedness as she stared down at the small, unimposing green man. He felt bigger the more she looked at him. Larger in spirit than even her seven-foot self.
"Trying to pull-"
"A cart." The goblin interjected.
"Trying to get a girl to pull a cart." He said it impatiently, like she was presenting an unnecessary roadblock by refusing to be a pack mule.
"Oh, you just need me to pull a cart?" She felt odd for being confused, and for denying him as her racial programming kicked in. Slowly all of her points began to shift into the necessary template as the goblin 'partnered' with her automatically. She began to remove her clunky armor, as she knew it would not help her in her duties to her partner.
"What is going on, here?" A second draenei spoke. The goblin quirked a brow as a new girl approached somewhat conveniently. He thought he would have to go looking for another free peacekeeper to complete his task. Most goblins were only allowed one, but since he was a hauler and haulers had a specially duty to pack supplies, he was an exception.
"Deesha, why are you taking your clothes off?" Pasha had been friends with the other girl for quite a while. The two were the same age, completed the same training and similar duties over their long lives. They knew each other quite well and at no point did Pasha know her friend to be an exhibitionist, nor did she have a thing for small green men.
"I am needed to act as a pack animal for this man." Deesha said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Pasha's brows rose as far as they could and the woman cringed as her long-time friend pulled her tight under-armor up over her perky tits, allowing them to bounce free. Before Pasha could issue any more protests the woman quickly shimmied out of her leggings, too, her tail wagging happily as it slid free of the hole in her pants that was made for it.
"So I am just stripping down to make it easier for him to apply the necessary harnesses." Pasha could tell her heart was beating quickly and the girl looked very excited to be performing her duty.
"Thanks, Dolly." The man motioned for her to lean down. Pasha stared in awe as her friend complied while the goblin threw the upper portion of a harness over her head. It was part that held reigns and straps that were secured by a locking collar. He tightened and clasped all of it as she bent down.
"What's Dolly?" Deesha asked.
"That's your name, idiot." He gave her rear a crude slap as he threw more harnesses over her back. Things were moving incredibly quickly. Pasha expected her friend to recoil and discipline the man. Instead, she jumped a little, but ultimately just wagged her thin tail like an animal as she fell onto all fours. Her back hooves were flat on the ground and her hands flat on her palms. It looked awkward.
"Understood." Dolly said in what had become a confusing, yet consistent act of submission for the girl that had been dubbed 'Dolly.' Pasha was in awe.
