Draenei Farm - Hookers of Stormwind (WoW, Draenei, Futa/Shemale, Elf)

This is a cross-post of a story from my Hentai Foundry page. I hope people take interest. :)

Many months had passed and life on the farm was harsh as usual, the harvest season had gone and Amethyst was left at the ranch all by her lonesome. Sapphire was gone for many weeks usually after the major harvests, selling off produce and buying tools, supplies, and whatever other necessities that was not readily available outside of the major cities.

In Stormwind city the largest of the markets were held here, sprawling stalls littered the cobblestone streets and even spilled out into the grassy fields all the way to Goldshire. There was the usual collection of all sorts; adventurers, military before being shipped off to war-torn lands, children, and all manner of buyers, sellers, traders, and even some rogues making a killing just by picking the pocket of an unaware citizen!

Sapphire sighs heavily as she loads the rest of her disassembled stall and items in the back of her horse-drawn cart, locking it up with a heavy padlock and pats her thick hands after a job well done. She tethers the horse to a hitching post and gives the large shire stallion a pat on his muzzle, as she attaches a feeding bad, “Good boy, Autumn. Rest here before the trek back to the farm.” She chuckles as she admires her large workhorse and turns back after making sure his bonds were secure to head back into the massive gates of the city, bent on getting something to eat and possibly a few ales to celebrate her good sales from this harvest.

The city was usually always busy at this time, you could barely walk in certain squares like the trade district, so Sapphire sought to settle for the time in the lesser traveled Old Town square, where there was less traffic of people and mounts you had to watch for, not that that’s really a problem when you’re nearly topping nine feet, blue, and built like a brick wall. The Draenei faintly wonders how her sister is managing the farm work on her lonesome, and it gives her a hearty chuckle. Spending a good meal and a few huge Draenei-custom sizes mugs of ale at the tavern she collects herself, pulls her cloak around her massive shoulders and steps out of the tavern doors to feel the effects of the ale are giving her a nice, heady buzz, perhaps a faint *hic* even, however she is still new to the effects of alcohol since the drink was not so common with life on the Draenei planet.

Sapphire decides for a stroll through Stormwind, often times she is always coming and going so fast that she never had time to see the little places that really built the city through the ages. She eventually finds herself in seedier parts of town, the less explored taverns where seedy dealings and murders occasionally go. She having lived a life as a hard-working Paladin, she could often hold her own. However the distance of time from her sister and the occasional female hunter or rogue in tight lea