"You sure this is gonna work, dad?  I mean, *I* think it looks alright, but we're dealing with goblins here."

	Drenan nodded slowly as he looked his daughter up and down.  "It will work.  I trust Shele's judgment.  I am more concerned about your well-being."  The dimly-lit  storage closet-turned-dressing room had Drenan nervous as it was, but he was quite certain nobody had spotted either of them slipping inside.  The large paladin tinkered with something at his waist for a few moments before he stowed his personal gyromatic micro-adjustor.  "I am certain I can handle myself easily enough."

	Lyrah blew a raspberry as she placed a pair of large, white rabbit ears atop her head.  "I can handle myself just fine, too.  You just worry about the egg."

	Drenan rumbled in disapproval, but eventually added, "Very well."  The bulky paladin found himself garbed in a smoothly-tailored, black tuxedo with a snow white undershirt and a pristine black bow tie, though it was clear he found the restricting clothing less than comfortable.  "Perhaps I should have been a druid myself.  I have never gone to such great lengths for a creature before, but I am hopeful that it shall be worthwhile."

	The ever-optimistic Lyrah looked herself over in the tall mirror as her father spoke.  Along with her ears, the tall tauren had procured a set of white-dyed, mageweave leggings and vest, which, when combined, formed a singular one-piece that left her arms and legs exposed to her shoulders and hips.  This particular set, however, had been modified to the point where her neckline dived so far that one could see her bellybutton.  The rump had also been trimmed to a single piece of thin fabric that her cheeks readily swallowed up, and a white puffball had been glued just above where her tail protruded.  The fabric clung so tightly to her that there had been no room for undergarments, and the cloth between her thighs rather prominently showed the well-defined outline of her nether lips.  Her nipples suffered the same fate, though she was concerned that the sticky tape along the neckline might not keep them concealed forever.  "Well, if not for the egg, then do it for Shele, eh?" Lyrah added as she turned around to face him.  "I'm sure she'll find *some* way to reward us, not that we need it."

	A brief tinge of color crossed Drenan's cheeks as he recalled the couple's last encounter with Shele.  "Of course.  This is simply the right thing to do."

	Lyrah nodded and trotted over to peck her father lovingly on the cheek.  "I think I'm all set.  You ready?"

	Drenan quietly replayed their plan in his head for a few moments, then nodded confidently.  "Ready.  I will let you know when I have it."  The large bull leaned down to return Lyrah's peck with a much more intimate kiss, causing the shaman to rise up on the tips of her hooves to reciprocate the loving gesture.  As the kiss broke, he added, "I'll go first.  Count to thirty before you leave."

	Lyrah nodded sharply, and a moment later Drenan was gone, leaving her in the silent darkness of the room alone.

* * * * *

	The closet door led out into a *massive* common room filled with excitable, bustling goblins, many of which were dressed in suits and dresses varying from elegant to downright cheap.  Mechanical machines covered in flashing lights and satisfying noises echoed among the lavish gold-and-purple furnishings, and between many clusters of these gambling machines were towering, supposedly solid gold statues of the Arcsprocket Cartel's leader: Trade Prince Razzivicus.

	Drenan's hooves clicked loudly on the marble floor as he made his way across the grand room, though he couldn't help but take a moment to look one of the statues up and down.  Never before had he seen a goblin with a tried and true eight-pack, but here he was in shiny gold with naught but a speedo covering an engorged package, a majestic eagle on one arm, and a nicely-sharpened sword in his other hand twice as long as he was tall.  A long mane of flowing hair was frozen in the wind, and a ring with a jewel the size of Drenan's fist was perched on the goblin's left index finger.  The bull's nose scrunched up more and more the longer he looked at the gaudy thing.  "Charming," he couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

	"Ain't it?" a raspy, masculine voice suddenly chirped.  Drenan flinched as he looked down and to his left to see a squat, swarthy green goblin with a gut that bounced with each step, and a top hat that was about half the goblin's short stature.  His own suit was pristine with gold trim and gaudy purple flowers all over it, and in one hand he gripped a short cane with (supposedly) a massive diamond at its head.  "They really nailed the hair, eh?"  One of his claw-like hands ran through a short shock of black hair.  Drenan rather doubted that there was much of it beneath his tophat, however.

	Drenan nodded and swallowed his nervousness as best as he could.  "So they did.  You look... fantastic, your majesty."

	The goblin slowly turned his head upward to regard the suit-clad tauren, and a wide smile slowly crossed his large mouth.  "I like youse.  You know how to kiss ass."  His left hand sharply shot up toward Drenan.  "Call me Raz though.  Youse got the formal part already."

	Drenan's hand swallowed the goblin's greasy fingers in a firm handshake.  "Magnus," he lied.  "Magnus Magnificus."

	A raspy chuckle escaped the goblin.  "Youse got style, too!  Hey, I gotta ask, youse a gamblin' type?"

	Drenan almost couldn't believe his luck.  He figured he'd have to scour the compound for the trade prince, but apparently all he had to do was feed the little guy's ego.  "I have played my fair share of tortollan games, yes."

	"Well, well, well!  Walk with me, my friend!  I gots some gold I gotta win from youse!"

	Drenan nodded and began an easygoing chat with the wealthy goblin as the pair of them slowly made their way toward the far end of the massive room.  A pair of mechanical doors slid open as they neared them, within which was an elevator that took the two up a glass elevator shaft with a loud, grinding whirr.

* * * * *

	"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine... thirty," Lyrah breathed to herself.  The shaman put on her most winning smile as she stepped out of the room and into the great room herself.  A large tray filled with fruit-laden drinks was clenched tightly in her hands as she began to mill about the room as one of the numerous waitresses dressed just like her.  Lyrah felt nervous uncertainty well as she took note of the other waitresses.  Most of which, surprisingly, were slender night elf males and females, while a few were yet goblins and trolls.  None of them, however, were tauren like her.

	A sharp whistle, however, broke her from her reverie.  "Hey, cow-tits!" a masculine voice rang out above the din, followed by a derisive laugh.  "You got any milk with youse?  I ain't an alcoholic!"

	Lyrah's eye twitched as she turned to regard a yellow-skinned goblin in a cheap suit sitting at the far end of the row of machines she'd just walked down.  Her smile faded a bit as she daintily trotted over to him to tower several feet above his short form.  "I'm afraid all I have is banana-infused rum, sir."

	His devious grin darkened.  "Then how 'bout youse bend over and gimme some from the tap!"

	The shaman's eye twitched a second time as her gaze turned into a scowl darker than the void.  Ever so slowly, Lyrah bent over from the waist until she was at eye level with the seated goblin, and her diving cleavage turned into a magnet for the lustful goblin's gaze.  "My, I've never met a more polite gentleman than yourself," she hissed quietly through gritted teeth.  "I daresay, I hope I leave you as *breathless* as you leave me."

	As the words left her lips, a swirl of shamanic magic invisibly whirled through the air, shot right down the goblin's throat, and literally sucked the air straight from his lungs.  His eyes immediately bugged out as he tried to gasp desperately for air, and both of his hands clutched in vain at his own throat.  He could muster no words, and the goblins around him were far too fixated on their own machines to notice him.

	Lyrah grinned wickedly as she uprighted herself, but not before setting a glass of rum next to his machine.  "Enjoy your drink, sir," she said sweetly as she turned tail and trotted away as if nothing had happened.  As soon as she turned a corner, the air came rushing back to his lungs, much to his quiet appreciation.  His brow furrowed as he thought to run after her... but not before he got a chance to guzzle his drink, anyway.

	The shaman chuckled to herself as she slowly made her way through the machines.  Lyrah knew better than to get too hasty, but it was frustrating to know she wasn't supposed to be around the little fish, so to speak.  Her eyes were constantly looking about the crowd in search of her father, but as luck would have it, the shaman caught the glass elevator beginning to ascend out of the corner of her eye.  Her gaze traveled upward as the elevator did, and even from so far below, she could clearly make out the hulking outline of her father within.

	"That was fast," she murmured to herself, but she knew better than to give too much concern to good fortune.  Her hips swayed to and fro as she hastened her pace, heading for the elevators herself.  None of the other waitresses seemed to notice her, and soon enough she was on her way up toward the high-rollers.

* * * * *

	The glass doors slid open and led straight into an even more lavishly-decorated, much more personal room.  An entire bar was set up along one wall with a pandaren waitress mixing cocktails behind it, likewise in a salacious bunny outfit.  The room was rather brightly lit, as the ceiling appeared to be almost entirely made of glass to let in the afternoon daylight.  A large, rectangular marble table stood at the room's center, and on two sides of it sat a half dozen other, spectating goblins, each one with either a smoky cigar in their mouth or a drink in their hand.  A single deck of ornate cards was neatly stacked at the far side of the table before an empty seat, while the seat opposite it was devoid of cards.  "Youse ever played Hearthstone before?"

	The paladin chuckled and did his best to keep any nervousness out of it.  "I have played a game or three in my day."

	"Well, well!  Get'chur deck out then and let's play!  I been jonesin' for a game all day!"  Raz wasted no time in padding over to the opposite side of the table and hoisted himself up in his seat.

	Drenan followed suit, though before he could sit, the pandaren bartender wordlessly took away his chair.  Her heavy backside wobbled as she ran off to a back room and returned with a much sturdier wooden chair for the heavy bull.  "Thank you," he rumbled as he took the seat gratefully.  "You know, Hearthstone is fun and all, but I have played so many games that they seem... boring to me nowadays."  One weathered hand pulled open part of his jacket as the other reached in and drew out his own deck of cards.  "Perhaps we could make this game more... interesting?"  Again his hand disappeared in his jacket, and from within he produced a small, white-furred rabbit's foot.

	Raz's eyes widened as he leaned far over the table to look at the artifact.  "Izzat...?"

	"It certainly is," Drenan assured him with a winning smile.  "It brings its wielder incredible, supernatural luck.  Very few of these exist on Azeroth, but I like the thought of playing with destiny a bit."

	The wealthy goblin swallowed hard as he reached out to touch it, but Drenan quickly pulled the artifact back.  Raz's eyes dropped into a deathly scowl.  "Hey, you think I'm stupid?  Ain't that gonna give youse so much luck youse just gonna win?"

	"Not if it sits on the table," he assured him and slowly pushed it back to the table's center.  "Of course, I would think such an established gentleman like yourself would have something of equal offer to add to the game, no?"

	Raz's scowl faded back into a grin.  "I think I got just the thing for youse, mistah Magnus."  The goblin chuckled as he pulled his tall tophat off -indeed, the goblin was quite hairless beneath it- and from within he pulled out none other than a shiny, flawless, golden egg bigger than Drenan's fist.  Raz grunted as he plopped the heavy item down right next to the rabbit's foot with a loud thunk.  "One of a kind, friend.  M'boy procured it for me himself just last week.  This baby's my pride an' joy.  Hell, this Noblegarden celebration wouldn't be happenin' without it!"

	Drenan did his best to control his smile.  "Oh?  Confident that you will win, or desperate for the foot?"

	Raz cackled.  "Smart fella!  You gotta think big, pal.  Sure, could sell the egg or see if it'll hatch, but there's a fuckton more profit in magic luck!"  The goblin snatched up his cards and began to shuffle them as he leaned back in his seat.  "What, don't tell me youse gonna play chicken now, huh?"

* * * * *

	Lyrah swallowed hard as the elevator seemed to take ages to reach the top floor.  The doors slid open to reveal the Hearthstone game already in play... at least it was before the ding of the elevator turned all heads in her direction.

	Raz's head poked up around Drenan's seated form.  "Oh!  Easy guys, I called another waitress up ages ago.  Bet Shara just forgot to tell 'em 'til now."  His gaze lingered on Lyrah for a long moment before he let out a sharp whistle.  "Hey hey!  Bet she's just your type, eh Magnus?"

	Drenan gave Lyrah a subtle, calm nod before chuckling and turning back to face Raz amid their game.  "You got me there.  You have impeccable taste in staff, Trade Prince."

	Lyrah swallowed her own nervousness as she trotted past the table, her gaze suddenly fixed upon the massive golden egg.  It was within reach, but she dared not touch it, instead heading toward the bar and the pandaren behind it to set down her tray.  She was about to steal another glance of the prize before the faint whisper of, "Psst," met her ear.  Lyrah flinched a bit as she regarded the pandaren, who in turn curled her finger for Lyrah to lean closer.  "Brace yourself, honey," she whispered to the shaman, her voice thick with her native accent.  "There are no other eyes up here.  The high rollers *love* to get... handsy."

	"Lovely," Lyrah remarked dryly with a sigh.  "Any advice?"

	The pandaren shot her a half-frown.  "Do not turn your back on any of them, and do not give them any ideas.  You won't get paid if they find a reason not to pay you."

	Sure, Lyrah didn't have to worry about pay, but she knew better than to blow their cover too early.  "Thanks," she said appreciatively as she took up a refilled tray and trotted over to begin making a round of the table.  "Drinks, sirs?"

	A few of the spectators were dead fixed on the tense game of cards, but three of them were instantly drawn to the scantily clad Lyrah.  The nearest goblin's hand shot up.  "Ooh, ooh!  You got 180?"

	"Certainly," she said sweetly and lowered a glass of 180-proof rum to his hand.

	The goblin quickly took the drink -no thanks or tip to be seen- yet his eyes never left her.  Lyrah's focus was on the other patrons more than him, and no sooner did she even half-turn away from him, his hand shot out to give her practically bare ass a sharp smack.  Lyrah yelped in surprise and lurched forward out of his reach, prompting an amused laugh from the rude goblin.  "Lookie there, she's got some jiggle to 'er!"

	Lyrah's cheeks flushed hotly with a mixture of quiet anger and surprising excitement.  Her mane felt as if it were standing on end, forcing her to run a hand through it and try to readjust herself.  She could feel the not-so-sticky tape struggling to stay in place over her hefty bosom, and she had to visibly bite her lip to keep from protesting.

	Raz nodded in agreement as he, too, watched the residual jiggling with intense interest.  "Hey I think I want one'a them, too!"  Not even bothering to ask her name, Raz beckoned Lyrah over, which Lyrah reluctantly complied.  The trade prince took a drink right off her tray before she had the chance to serve him.  "Turn around for me, toots.  I wanna see them gams for myself!"

	Drenan cringed as he looked sadly to Lyrah, but in turn the shaman gave him a quietly confident nod as she obediently presented her backside to the trade prince.  It took Lyrah a great deal of concentration to keep a hold on her tray as Raz, too, gave her backside another smack.  All eyes were on her as her rump was manhandled, until one finger got just a touch too close between her cheeks.  She didn't mean for it to happen, but Lyrah's tail suddenly shot straight outward somewhat defensively and caught the prince squarely on the cheek.

	Raz recoiled as the fluffy tip of her tail made contact and both hands came up defensively.  "Yeesh!" he cried out amidst coughs and sputters.  "You got some aim with *cough* that thing!  Watch it!"  Lyrah turned back to face him with a stoic expression as he shot her a nasty look.  "Well?  Youse gonna say sorry?"

	Lyrah's lips tightened in an attempt to bite back anger, but before she could answer, Drenan's tongue clicked three times derisively.  "Razzivicus, please.  You do not know much about my people, do you?"

	Raz did a double take at the bull and frowned heavily.  "Of course I do!  Youse think I don't!?"

	Drenan shrugged casually, unfazed.  "You should know better than to be so gruff.  Hence why you got a tail to the face."

	"Ohhhhhhhhh, so youse think youse knows better?  Huh, Magnus!?" he practically yelled back.

	Lyrah shot a look of relief at her father, but Drenan dared not return it.  Instead, the paladin simply raised an empty hand and beckoned her over.  "Come, miss."  Lyrah much more quickly trotted around the table to regard Drenan.  "Tell me your name."

	The shaman hadn't considered a potential alias, and she had to think quickly.  "M-Mooooo... Moona, sir."

	The paladin smiled gently as he scooted his chair out just a bit, and without hesitation one of his hands came to rest on the back of Lyrah's right leg before slowly gliding up to palm the right cheek of her bottom.  His thick fingers spread wide to squeeze as much of her cheek as he could -his gentle touch was welcome after the sharp smacks that had made it quite sensitive- and gingerly his thumb slid inward to gently rub against the thin fabric that her plush cheeks had swallowed.

	Of course, Lyrah had no issues with her father's touch, and she couldn't hold back a soft moan as she felt him touch her so boldly, yet gently.

	Drenan made dominant eye contact with Raz as he smirked at the goblin.  "See what I mean?"

	Anger continued to flicker in Raz's eyes.  "Youse ain't doin' nothin' different!"

	Drenan didn't bat an eye.  "Moona," he spoke softly.  "Sit."

	Lyrah wasted no time in perching her bottom squarely atop Drenan's lap and leaning herself to one side to keep from obscuring their conversation.  She even went so far as to lean back and puff her chest out to the room before her, though it was merely a distraction as she murmured out of the corner of her mouth, "Thank you."

	"Very good," Drenan rumbled and reached up to stroke down her mane like he might a pet.  "Being firm goes far, but even the edge of a sharp blade must be tempered, lest it shatter like glass."

	A thick vein pulsed rhythmically on Raz's forehead... but the anger suddenly seemed to evaporate from his face.  Another smug look returned as he, too, leaned back in his chair, their game seemingly forgotten.  "You got stones, Magnus, but I don't think youse as much of a male as youse think youse is."

	"And I would display that through... disrespect toward miss Moona, here?"  Lyrah struggled to hide a smug smile at this.

	Raz scoffed dismissively.  "This game ain't interestin' enough no more.  I ain't playin' another card unless you can get my waitress mewlin' like a bitch in heat.  Command youse some damn respect."

	Drenan and Lyrah briefly exchanged triumphant glances.  Could their task have gotten any easier?  "Very well," Magnus said casually.  "Miss Moona, how would you feel about sharing my company this afternoon?  Would an audience bother you?"

	The simple answer teetered on the tip of Lyrah's tongue, but the thought of being discovered changed her answer at the last second.  "R-really?  In front of other p-people?"

	"Would that be too uncomfortable?" Drenan played along and gingerly wrapped his arms around her plush waist.

	"I... I suppose not..." she spoke timidly and bit the tip of one finger as if in deep thought... not that anyone who wasn't a model ever did that normally.  "But... but what if I lose my job?"

	The paladin slowly rose to his hooves as he gently guided Lyrah off his lap.  "Miss, I will compensate you for the rest of your shift if you will have me but this once."  His hands flattened over her soft belly and slowly made their way upward to boldly cup what he could of her immense bust.

	"Oh dear... I... I...."  Lyrah's gaze turned incredibly nervous, and truly she was putting on quite a convincing act in front of the bevy of goblins anxious to watch the potential show.  "O-okay, mister Mag-oh!"

	No sooner had she agreed did Drenan whirl her around to face him and press a powerful, dominant kiss to her lips.  The paladin took a single step forward to push her backside onto the edge of the sturdy table, his hips inherently spreading her legs wide to accommodate his burly frame.  The intense kiss broke as Drenan sized her up and down, then quickly pulled her chest flat to his so he could look smugly past her at Raz.  "Play your next card.  I will keep up just fine."

	Raz's anger and smugness disappeared, this time replaced by complete shock.  All he could do was watch as Drenan sharply pulled Lyrah's tentative garb apart to free her massive breasts, which was met with a number of lascivious cheers from the goblin crowd.

	Lyrah's arms wrapped tight around Drenan's neck as she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Say when... and I'll grab it."

	"Indeed," he whispered back as he reached down to unzip his fly... though he didn't touch his belt.  "No harm in a bit of fun first, is there?"

	The shaman's cheeks flushed hotly, and with a giddy smile she shook her head, only for her upper body to be pushed back onto the table to lay flat.  Her breasts wobbled sharply to and fro as Drenan spread her legs even wider.  One hand sharply yanked the fabric between her legs to one side, while the other pulled out his own, powerfully erect bullhood.  Its tapered tip pushed against her nether lips as it had many, many times before, and with a simple gasp he plunged the first several inches of his thickness into her with a single thrust.  A long, moo-like moan escaped Lyrah at the intense gesture.  Had her father not been so handsy before, she wouldn't have been nearly as wet as she already was, and the thrust likely would have been painful.

	Raz and his cohorts had been quick on the draw to keep her from landing on any of the cards, while the stakes of the game rested just above Lyrah's splayed, disheveled mane.  The trade prince's long ears drooped in dismay at his defeat, but on the bright side at least he was getting quite the show out of it.  His eyes drifted briefly back to his cards, and after laying two down he leaned back and ended his turn, all while Lyrah's body began to bounce rhythmically atop the table.

	Drenan grunted softly with each thrust.  It was quite difficult to keep his focus on both Lyrah and the game at hand, but as soon as Raz laid his cards down, Drenan picked his cards up.  His hips never stopped thrusting as he perused his hand, though he did take a moment to reach out and pinch Lyrah's left nipple, keeping it in place as her bouncing breast pulled it back and forth.

	Lyrah tried to stifle her moans at first, but Drenan's pinch caused her mouth to snap open and let out a string of melodious gasps and cries of pleasure.  Her hands reached down to cling tight to the edge of the table as she braced herself against her father's firm thrusts.  Their cover depended on the both of them keeping their cool for just a little bit longer, though the realization that she was letting her own father ravish her in front of a group of strangers seemed to simply intensify the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.  "Nngh!  Oh, Magnus!" she whimpered and looked up at him, her mouth hanging open lustfully as she put up a demure face.

	Drenan hesitantly played three cards of his own before waving for Raz to take his turn.  The paladin offered her a weak smile in return as each hand took a breast this time, and suddenly his thrusts grew twice as firm with the added mobility.  "Goodness... miss Moona here... is incredibly tight," he grunted and glanced at the crowd around them.  "Perhaps I owe you for the... suggestion, Razzivicus."

	Raz looked too defeated to bite on any more of Drenan's taunts.  A glance around at his 'friends' and 'partners' revealed that the tauren couple had firmly commanded the group's attention.  Nobody cared about the game anymore, and some of them had even gone as far as playing pocket pool with themselves when they hoped nobody else was looking.

	Drenan lowered his gaze back to Lyrah as he offered her a soft smile, his right hand leaving her breast to press his thumb firmly down on her clit.  "Now this... is how you milk a tauren," he rumbled and began to rub swiftly from side to side over her sensitive button, while he never once ceased his firm, balls-deep thrusts.

	Lyrah could feel her pleasure beginning to well up beyond her control at the added sensation.  Her fingers grasped in vain at the edge of the table as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, which she in turn threw back and released an even louder, lustful moan.  Her back arched as she felt that sharp pleasure began to rack her entire body, and moments later a powerful gush of her love nectar flooded around all sides of Drenan's plunging tool to trickle over the edge of the table to the marble floor below.

	"Alright, 'nough is 'nough, goddammit!" Raz suddenly cried out and threw his cards on the table.  "Youse just up front disrespectin' me in my own damn place!  Youse gone too far, Magnus Magnificus!"

	Drenan felt his balls begin to tighten as his own climax rapidly neared, but it seemed that they were out of time.  "Then I guess... we had best take our leave," he gasped as he plunged his full length into Lyrah as his thrusting rhythm ground to a sharp halt.  "Now!"

	Lyrah's eyes shot open as she forcefully retook control of her own body, and quick as a whip her arms flung upward and wrapped around the golden egg above her.  With a grunt she yanked the heavy egg to her chest and lurched upward to throw her arms around her father, pinning the egg between the two of them as her legs wrapped around his waist, his tool still locked deep between her legs.

	Drenan grinned as he whipped his suit jacket to both sides to reveal a complicated-looking, mechanical belt was yet keeping his pants up.  Both hands shot to it as he added, "Go fuck yourself, Raz," and depressed a hidden button near the buckle.  Sparks surrounded the device briefly before a booming explosion echoed about the room, and the tauren couple went rocketing straight upward at a frightening speed, shattering the glass ceiling and climbing ever upward in the span of a few seconds.  Drenan grunted as he quickly shrugged off his uncomfortable tuxedo jacket in midair, beneath which he pulled a hidden cord to a compact pack strapped to his back, which shot out in both directions to take the form of a sturdy goblin glider.

	Lyrah shrieked in surprise as the pair had been launched into the air, her head tucked tight to her father's chest as shattered glass rained down briefly on all sides.  As the glider extended and sent them flying easily across the sky, she pried her face from his chest to let out a giddy, excited laugh.  "Wooo!  We did it!"  The shaman looked down to the egg between the couple, and she had to resist the urge to run her fingers over it.  If her grip let go even a little, she feared she might plummet straight into the waters below.  The magnificent building had been built atop a small island off the coast of Azshara, but the two were plenty high enough that they were certain the glider would take them to the nearest cliffs without much risk.

	Drenan, too, let out a relieved chuckle.  "So we did.  We were very lucky," he murmured, his teeth gritting as they flew slowly over the churning ocean.

	Lyrah shot him a curious look.  "You okay, 'Magnus'?" she asked teasingly, but as her hips shifted a bit, she realized exactly why.  He was still firmly balls-deep inside her, and she could feel him pulsing hotly within.  "Aww... I'm sorry.  I guess we got interrupted, huh, daddy?"

	"We did," Drenan agreed through clenched teeth.  "Just... don't fall... okay?"

	Lyrah giggled a bit and squeezed even tighter to him.  She was plenty strong enough to keep her grip on his neck, and with a coy smile her hips began to bob back and forth as quickly as she dared.  His bullhood only moved back and forth maybe an inch inside her, but as close as he was, she doubted it mattered much.  "I'll be fine, daddy... but you'd better give it to me before we touch down," she whispered huskily into his ear.

	He didn't need to hear anymore.  A raspy grunt escaped Drenan as he quaked in his glider harness.  He couldn't do anything but grip the handlebars of their glider as he quickly lost his fight to hold back the oncoming tide.  Mere moments later, a heated flood of thick cum erupted deep inside his daughter's quim, and what couldn't fit fell far into the ocean beneath them as they flew.

	"Mmmmm... good daddy," Lyrah purred teasingly as she hugged him tight.

	Drenan gasped and breathed heavily as he struggled to keep his concentration.  The cliff was approaching rapidly... but atop it, the paladin could just barely make out the form of a singular, short-statured figure standing several yards from the cliff's furthest edge.  Its arm raised high with something in its hand, but he hardly had time to even warn Lyrah as a crackling flare shot from the device to crash into their glider with a fiery explosion.

	Both tauren cried out in surprise as they suddenly turned downward through their flight.  Luck was on their side as the two dropped just a few yards before they crashed down at the very end of the cliff to roll violently atop the grass.  Lyrah flew from Drenan's arms, as did the egg, and all three ended up splayed atop the grass with little more than a few bruises.

	"Not a bad little con youse two just tried to pull," a feminine voice suddenly rang out.  Yet another goblin, this one with yellowed skin and a shock of well-kept, vibrant crimson, curly hair styled in an old-fashioned bob.  An equally elegant, crimson dress covered just enough of her body to keep onlookers guessing at what she had going on beneath it, and she seemed to have no issues walking in it as she strode over to pick up the golden egg.  "Hubby's got this thing where he ain't real good at thinkin', but that ain't really his job anywho."

	Drenan and Lyrah groaned as they both looked up at the newcomer, though Lyrah was the quickest to pipe up.  "Who... who are you?"

	"Shara Arcsprocket," she stated casually as she inspected the egg for damage.  "Been watchin' youse two from the security box since youse slipped into the broom closet.  Honestly, not a bad job," she admitted.  "You make a good waitress, honey.  And you kept your cool pretty well, big guy.  But that don't change the fact youse both tried to rip off *my* cartel, and I just can't be havin' that now, see?"

	Drenan gritted his teeth as he slowly clambered to his hooves, his tool still hanging lewdly out of his trousers.  "We... we need that.  It's for a friend...!"

	"Yeah, yeah, save your bleedin' heart story," she returned with a dismissive wave of her hand.  "I heard the druids been wantin' this thing for ages.  Youse two clearly ain't druids, but I'm sure ya know some."  Her attention turned more fully to Drenan, and with a thin smile she boldly strode up to him and aimed the flare gun just a foot from his chest.  "I think youse need to learn a lesson for messin' wit' my boys."

	"Don't hurt my dad!" Lyrah suddenly blurted out as she stood as well, her outfit too tattered and singed from the flare for her to even bother trying to recover her modesty.  "I'll blow you right off the damn cliff if I have to!"

	Shara's brow arched high as only her head turned to look over at Lyrah.  The gears in her mind worked quickly to process what she'd just heard, and suddenly a genuine, loopy laugh left her lush lips.  "No shit?"  Her flare gun lowered.  "Youse tellin' me youse two, father an' daughter, broke into my casino with disguises, duped my dummy of a hubby into showin' off our egg, then proceeded to pork each other just to distract him an' steal it, then went *flyin'* across the sky, *STILL* porkin' ta get away?"

	Both tauren exchanged glances, their cheeks burning with slight embarrassment.  "Well, when you put it that way..." Lyrah returned somewhat meekly.

	Shara let out another series of laughs, so much so that she practically doubled over, relinquishing her hold on the egg.  Drenan immediately dropped down and snatched it up, but before he could make a run for it the goblin was able to gasp, "Youse... just keep it... hahahaha!  Youse... youse two earned it!  Goddamn!"  Shara struggled to even out her breathing, but when she did she made it back to her feet to add, "If youse two went to that much trouble, then that egg ain't worth keepin'.  You gave me somethin' I'm gonna be laughin' about for weeks, and I can rub it in Raz's stupid mug.  Oh, Robbie's gonna love this."  The goblin cartel leader reached up to vigorously shake Drenan's hand.  "Keep up the good woyk you two, but I don't wanna see neither of youse pullin' crap like that around my digs again, y'hear?"

	Both tauren nodded in unison.  "Th-thanks," Lyrah remarked shakily, and without another word the pair shuffled around Shara and began a quick stride off into the mainland.

	"One more thing!" Shara called after them.  "What was that stuff about that rabbit's foot?"

* * * * *

	Most of the casino was still bustling with life, oblivious to the getaway at the top floor.  Shara was still giggling to herself as she made her way to the elevator and to the top floor.  The doors opened to the Hearthstone room with six goblins and the pandaren bartender all huddled around the table.  "Alright, youse bums!  Where's my dimwit?"

	One and all quickly stood up stock straight and stepped to either side of the table.  Atop it sat a single, pink-furred bunny.  All eyes looked from the creature, then to Shara, and back again.

	"Oh youse gotta be shittin' me.  They weren't lyin'," she muttered incredulously.  She walked up to the rabbit and gave it a few pats, and in turn the critter hopped about in a clearly angry circle.  Another eruption of laughter escaped her in response, and while the Raz-bit couldn't respond, the critter did stop in its tracks for a long moment.  Its tiny body was suddenly pushed up off the table as an egg nearly as big as it was popped out underneath it... only to be met with even more giddy laughter.

	It was Shara's happiest Noblegarden ever.