Vanity Pets

Vuria was shaking. The mage had seen her friend and comrade of many thousands of years brought low and turned into a mount so easily. She had heard of it happening but had not seen it herself, and certainly not in such a fashion. It was like the girl described. It was so quick. It felt as though she looked away for just a minute during her own fight and when she looked back Tanna was being ridden. The defiant warrior's eyes had lost the spark of intelligence and sentience. There was no mental battle going on between her two pointed ears in that head of hers. That was how it appeared. Her mind raced as she thought of what it would feel like. There could not have been too much of a struggle or a sense of loss if it really was over the course of a few seconds. Just a brief lapse followed by an eternity of servitude as a pack animal.

That was ultimately what it came down to. Draenei were long lived so the end of their species here would not be a blip, it would stretch on into the future past the lifespan of entire cultures and nations. Their legacy would be changed in the memory of others to nothing as their accomplishments, their armor and everything they were good for before was boiled down into simple tasks fit for pets. Shamefully, the more she thought of it the more she felt it to be a faintly arousing thought. The loss of control or agency. If she were conquered like that her fate would be as a possession to be guided and passed down over for millennia, like an heirloom. Unconsciously the Draenei mage's tail began to wag.

She stopped herself and turned to the goblin she had suspended. Battle was still going on all around her. Draenei were fighting and some were holding their own while others were being transformed. Vuria took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. The simple fact that they were holding out was reason enough that she should not give in. If there were just a few of them left there was still a chance of preserving something and fighting back.

"How do you do it?" She asked the suspended goblin.

"Is it reversible?"

The restrained, floating goblin looked at her incredulously. "I'll show you how it works if you let me go. And no, it's not reversible." The man smirked tauntingly at her.

"Your friends soul and personality all got squished out. She's literally an object."

"W-what?" Vuria gasped. She had no idea it could be that bad. She had her guesses, but did not think there was a way for any of them to be true.

"She's gone?"

"Nah, she's right there, mooing away like she should." Vuria bared her teeth at the man.

"Sorry, it's a bit derogatory, I know. She's a mount, not a cow. All the smart girls tend to want to be mounts. It just so happens that all the girls that fight too hard end up becoming cows."

"Why is that?" Vuria stepped towards the man.

"Because if we can't beat you normally we gotta start using our other crowd control abilities. That's important for annoying magical bitches that can cast spells even when their hands are hooves..." The Goblin uttered in annoyance.

"Why haven't you used this yet. You are pretty soundly defeated and the only reason you are alive right now is because I am asking moo questions."

"Asking who?"

"Asking m-" Vuria covered her mouth. She suddenly leveled an even greater harsh stare on the goblin.

"What did moo moo?" The man smiled at her. Her lips quivered and her lungs ached. The feeling was like needing to cough, only instead of a cough she felt compelled to empty her lungs in a very specific way. Like an unavoidable tic.

"The longer you hold it in the harder it's gonna be.... To stop."

Vuria exhaled slowly and shakily. Her thighs pressed together tightly and her tail whipped as her lips curled uncontrollably into a shallow smile. It was like he said. Somehow, as she held it in she was only becoming more and more aroused. Her mind was clouding over and her body was tensing as though she was on the cusp of an orgasm.

"M- mmm..." She continued to hold it. Gradually Vuria's eyes crossed and her mouth pursed tightly with her teeth digging into her bottom lip to keep it shut tight. The Mage felt a triumphant sense of accomplishment in holding it back until she realized the purpose of a crowd control effect too late. She gulped and stared straight ahead to see the Goblin was no longer in his hold. He was nowhere in front of her.

As she was wondering where he could be she felt a small hand reach up through the gap in her thighs from behind to rub her cunt through her thin robes. With that simple actually her bodies tension released, she squirted down her robes; his small fingers traced the outline of her pussy through the cloth perfectly and pushed in shallowly. Vuria shuddered, her mouth opened and her eyes fully crossed in a dopey display as she let out a low, bestial:

"Mmmoooooooooo." Her mind went completely blank for the duration of the intonation and her legs were close to buckling. Her tail went from wagging to whipping wildly back and farther to the point that it was striking her hips and cheeks harshly. When she was done Vuria panted but the feeling did not stop and her eyes remained unfocused.

"Mm... Mooo..." As she realized what was happening and came to her senses she had fallen forward onto her front hooves to settle comfortably onto all fours. Before she could speak she felt the sensation again of being close to orgasm and gave in to the release of letting out another, shorter moo. It was more than a tic at that point. It left her lips like language and filled her mind.

Vuria blinked and panicked as she felt the Goblin going through her things while she was helpless to stop him. She watched and saw her spellbook be tossed into the mud in front of her. Her reagents strewn about. She stared down in concentration at her spellbook as it had flipped open. Like he said, she did not need hands to cast spells. Her eyes crossed again as she let out another moo while trying to read it. The operative phrase was 'trying.' Even though she was distracted she should have been able to pick up something from the page. Her heart began to beat quickly when the language she once knew had become just lines on a page. Unreadable.

As seconds past the formerly talented mage forgot why she was looking down at the page with odd lines that meant nothing to her. She let out a satisfying moo and adjusted as uncomfortable clothing was cut from her body. She felt far better naked. She flinched when her ear was pierced by a tag and yelped as the wand she had used to restrain the goblin was pushed into her rear. It vibrated with power and caused her to cum once again. To her new, simpler brain the humiliation meant nothing since the pleasure was amazing.

* *

For all the trained Draenei soldiers that were still holding out it was a demoralizing sight to see their two commanders brought out and highlighted in the midst of the final battle. One was being ridden with a clueless, yet stoic and satisfied expression while the other was pulled out and looked uncomfortable with her engorged breasts straining, like they were going to burst. Her formerly intelligent expression was devoid of thought. There was no emotion on her face other than pleasure mixed with confusion. She was stupefied.

"Two options!" Chaz announced, riding Yrel in the air.

"Either submit to a rider and live a life of honorable service, or resist and get cow-zapped."

A Draenei shouted up. "Either way we-" She was instantly struck by a bolt of light. To those observing it was far quicker than it felt. Her eyes crossed and her knees quaked. She came and began mooing ecstatically until she fell onto all fours with the 'clop' of four hooves hitting stone abruptly.

There was a collective gasp, then a gulp. Then slowly and submissively the last Draenei force knelt down and submitted to being taken by riders. Their forms shaped. Their souls changed. The light had won but they had lost.

* *

Draenor was scoured of resistance before anything could be done by the Alliance. It felt like a failure to the Humans and Elves but ultimately, the truth of the matter was that the Goblins did not gain much. The horrible reality was that the Draenei were not a secret weapon. They were a novelty. Their status as mounts and being joined with the Goblins only contributed to the status of the little green men, not the power. There was no great shift in power, just a sudden absence of statuesque blue women. In time most forgot that the Draenei existed at all outside of being mounts and cattle. Draenei milk even made it to store in Alliance markets eventually. The world kept turning. Both of them.