<6 - Victory>

	The townspeople had retreated within the town hall when the worgen had shown themselves.  No one dared to watch, one and all gripped with fear.  Their combat had not lasted half an hour, and it wasn't until silence had settled in for the other half that the mayor himself dared to open the front doors.

	The light had died where the altercation had taken place, and the field was too far away for anyone to properly see.  Had they failed?  Whispers of doubt permeated the townsfolk, until one man cried, "Look!  Down the road!"

	The sole road that ran through the town was empty save for a small cloud of dust at its far end.  The minutes ticked by slowly as the cloud drew closer, revealing it to be none other than Fizzer and Alyseira's mechanical wagon.  The mechanostriders, however, were nowhere to be seen, and instead the pack of seven worgen walked at the wagon's front, each one wearing a collar and leash, along with a brand new, faux tail in each tight pucker.  Trails of spent nectar and cum leaked from between every worgen's legs as well, but none even so much as glanced beyond their straightforward path.  Soft buzzing noises could still be heard between the females' legs, leaving them in a numb, perpetual bliss.  The males seemed no less enthralled by their own plugs, and obediently they drew the wagon dramatically before the town hall, soon grinding to a halt.  Atop the wagon's seat sat the victorious gnomes, fully dressed once more, though Aly's hair and skin were still quite heavily cum-stained.

	Cheers of praise and relief rang out among the crowd, and Mayor Greymane was quick to dart forward and drop to one knee before the gnomes.  "Thank the Light for your arrival, my friends!  You have saved our people from the worgen's curse!  Your reward is well-earned, every last piece!"  The treasurer quickly followed Genn's movement and knelt down to hold a large sack of coins up toward the gnomes.

	Fizzer and Aly simply smiled from their perch.  "The pleasure was all ours, 'friends'," Fizzer called out to the townsfolk.  "The worgen were simple enough to capture, and we shall gladly lay claim to them to prevent them from attacking again."

	The cheers died just a little bit at this, and confused mutterings soon followed.  Genn looked up at them and let out an awkward laugh.  "But... are you not supposed to revert our fellow peoples' curses?  Can they not be cured by vanquishing the Worgen Queen?"

	Fizzer glanced down at the enthralled Starla and shrugged.  "Maybe, but why would I do that?"

	The cheer disappeared from the crowd like an extinguished flame.

	"But... my children!" cried the mayor's sister.

	Fizzer chuckled softly.  "Mine now, I'm afraid.  See... I don't think you all have very good memories.  Either that or your ancestors were too ashamed to tell you the truth."

	Mayor Greymane lost all color in his cheeks as the realization set in.  "No...."

	The male gnome's smile widened.  "See, many years ago I used to live here alongside your previous generation.  You haughty humans thought little of me, being a gnome and all, and when a cursed worgen showed up at your door I was unanimously voted to be the sacrificial lamb, naturally.  The resulting attack took so much from me," he lamented and looked down at his mechanical body.  "It was only good fortune that a passerby -a foreigner in his own right- rescued and rebuilt me into the man I am today.  Ever since, I vowed revenge upon you bastards and your ancestors, and that day has come.  It was I who led the Worgen Queen back here and turned her loose, and it is I who have re-enthralled her alongside the seeds of our new army!"  Fizzer gave Alyseira a soft nudge, and the pink-haired gnome grinned as she pressed a button on a remote that slid from her sleeve.  All at once, the collars around the necks of the worgen fell free, and one by one they each shook their heads, as if relieving a fog from their minds.  "Those beautiful tails of theirs have made them mine... and no matter how long it takes, you all shall join them!"

	Shrieks and cries of terror rang out from the villagers as the seven worgen were turned loose.  Screams and moans alike echoed throughout the countryside all throughout the night.

	By morning, the entire village was empty.  Blood, sweat, and cum streaked the road through the town, atop which was a single set of wheel tracks from the traveling cart.  Not a single human remained.

	As night fell once more, the cacophony of howls had grown tenfold.


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<Epilogue>

	"Aaaaand... CUT!"  A sharp bell rang out as the red-bearded dwarf let out a heavy sigh.  "Arright, take five everyone!  Great jobs an' all that noise."  Stagehands and helpers scattered about to retrieve a number of the worgen, humans, and gnomes, all of which seemed to go in different directions.  The gnomecorder was quickly brought before the dwarf to replay the ending they'd just shot.

	The dwarf's eyes watched the scene replay intently as he pulled out a pipe and took a slow draw from the fragrant-smelling fireweed, and as it ended he leaned back in his director's chair and blew a perfect circle of smoke into the air.  "Well, what're ye thinkin', Eliza?"

	Next to him was perched an identical chair, and in it sat a tall, shapely draenei woman with long, curled horns, dark purple skin, and a pensive expression on her soft features.  "I thought it was lovely," she said and offered him a smile.

	"Aye?  I mean, it's either this or we shoot endin' B.  I dunno how I feel 'bout tha gnomes bein' bad guys."

	Eliza giggled melodiously and reached over to squeeze the dwarf's shoulders.  "Ben, honey, that's what horror's all about!  Fear!  Tension!  Plot twists!  It's wonderful."

	Ben's eyes didn't leave the gnomecorder as he blew another smoke ring.  "Arright, if yer sure.  Aly ain't gonna be happy."

	"Then we had best get to her quickly," Eliza added.  Both husband and wife hopped out of their chairs and made a beeline across the set, occasionally nodding or praising the nearest cameraperson before striding down a hall lined with doors emblazoned with star symbols.

	The stout dwarf promptly stopped before a closed door labeled 'FIZZER & ALYSEIRA SPARKWORTH' and rapped on it sharply.  "Oi Aly!  We're goin' wit' endin' A!"

	"WHAT!?" a sharp, feminine cry echoed from within the room.  The door swung open wildly, and out stepped the furious Alyseira covered from head-to-toe in pink, faux fur.  "This took [i]THREE HOURS[/i] to put on!  It's literally glued to my skin!"

	Ben looked at her sympathetically.  "Ah'm sorry!  I be tryin' ter save ye from more filmin'!  An' we still got a tub o' industrial-grade solvent ter dip ye in whenever ye be ready."

	Aly grimaced.  "It it gonna burn like last time?"

	"Not this stuff, I promise," Eliza chimed in.  "We spared no expense for the safer stuff, honest."

	"Well..." Aly hesitated and glanced into the room.  Fizzer had been laying naked on the lavish bed Ben and Eliza had provided for them, and the base of his mechanical cock was covered in a smattering of pink fuzz.  "I guess I don't have to go immediately.  Thanks for the notice, guys.  I'll be out in... an hour or so."  The door quickly slammed back shut, soon followed by the sound of intense moans of pleasure.

	Ben sighed in exasperation and rubbed his temples.  "I be gettin' too old ter keep up wit' all these folks."

	Eliza opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off as another door opened, and out popped Starla's white-furred face.  "Uhh, guys, you think we could get an un-knotter in our room soon?  Papa wolf got a little carried away while we were... um... preparing for the next scene."

	Ben grimaced, but Eliza stepped forward and smiled at her disarmingly.  "Immediately, dear.  No worries."

	Relief washed over Starla's canine face.  "Thanks, you guys are the best," she added before disappearing back into her room.

	Eliza quickly pulled out a handheld gnomish device and put in Starla's request.  "There, done," she added and turned back to Ben, only to find him wearily tromping back down the hall.  Her brow arched sympathetically as she strode to catch up to him.  "Dear, I think you need a break."

	Ben sighed, his gaze focused on the floor.  "I dunno... I just ain't been [i]inspired[/i], y'know?"

	The couple slowly passed by one of the open doors, within which Jexon had his sister bent over their 'casting' couch and was wildly plunging his cock in and out of her, though both were strangely in human form this time.  Eliza couldn't help but poke her head in for a moment.  "Our two stars doing well?"

	"Never... better...!" Thora gasped and moaned, her ginger hair flying in a wild mess.  "Just... passing the time... before our next scene...!"

	Eliza smiled at them in kind.  "Good!  Take your time, it might be a while.  And don't forget your sea legs!" she added in a singsong tone before disappearing and returning to her husband's side.  "I think you need to be less hard on yourself, babe.  I think you just finished a wonderfully-inspired piece.  People will love it for Hallow's End."

	Ben stopped in his tracks to lean wearily against the wall and blow another weak smoke ring.  "Maybe yer right.  I s'pose it went perty well."  His bearded face slowly tilted upward to smile at his wife.  "Think I put in enough sex?"

	Eliza giggled and dropped to one knee to kiss him passionately.  "My love, you can [i]never[/i] have too much sex in your line of work."

	The dwarf seemed to perk up at this as he let out a hearty belly laugh.  "Fair enough!  Perhaps we should, oh, take a break afore tha next scene, eh?"

	The draenei's glowing eyes narrowed in a sultry fashion as her plump lips curled into a devious smile.  "One moment," she added and whirled around to rap on the nearest door.  Before she could get an answer, the draenei flung the door open to find a pair of pandaren relaxing in an artificial hot spring.  "LAI!  MADO!  You are on in five on set B!" she barked much more seriously.

	The elder male pandaren had been reclined in the sunken pool, but the intrusion immediately bolted him upright.  His hand dropped below the water to give his daughter two swift pats on the rump, and almost immediately her head breached the water, having been buried in his lap.  Both of them gasped and scrambled out of the pool, darting out of their room and off toward their set without a stitch of clothing upon either of their heavy-set figures.  Ben and Eliza exchanged devious glances as they slipped into the room and closed the door shut behind them.

	Needless to say, a great deal of splashing and lewd moans soon followed, alongside Eliza's signature cry of, "Fuck me, daddy!"