Publisher Tier - Dragon Horn -

The Aspects convened in their Visages. The result of innate magic that allowed the ancient Species to appear as mortals for better communication and diplomacy. It was far more than that, however for each Dragon's Visage was an outward projection of their internal expression. It was irrevocably tied to their psyche and there concept of themselves. Ysera, the Green Aspect appeared, along with most of her kin to be a Kaldorei, the Species that she had nurtured and identified with the most. Alextstraza, the Ruby Aspect of life showed herself as a tall, bronzed elf with magnificent reddish-black horns and striking crimson hair. Nozdormu of the Bronze shared a similar Visage. A tall, lithe male elf with golden hair and golden eyes while his consort Soridormi took on the visage of a regular, blue eyed elf. Kalecgos, the newest true Aspect of the Blue Flight appeared as a cross between an elf and a human. A perfect Visage to communicate with and blend in with the mages of Dalaran. On the sidelines Wrathion, the Asepect hopeful appeared as most of his kin in the flight; A charming dark skinned young human with long, flowing jet black hair.

Ysera frowned deeply as she turned a cut horn over in her palm. “Of all places for this barbarism to surface. Our home.” She spoke gravely.

'It is kin. One of mine... This was my child, or one of my children's children, but no longer. They are gone. Lost to...' She did not finish that thought. It was unpleasant to think about.

“What's the problem?” Khadgar questioned earnestly. He was an old, clean shaven mage that lead part of the expedition onto the Dragon's home. He was an important figure in the mortal world and held a strong connection to the blue flight due to his command over magic.
“It's a horn. I'd assume they break or shed fairly often.” he realized he was wrong as Alexstraza turned her head and clicked her tongue. It was serious.
“I suppose not?”

Ysera turned the horn. “Clean. It was cut through.” She shook her head sadly as Wrathion stepped forward to explain.

“My dear Aspects are potentially underselling this to you, Khadgar, out of frustration. Female Dragons have horns both in their Visage and their true forms, while males typically do not. The Horns represent a confluence of power and agency and intellect. It is their function and an incredible weakness to them in this state and out of it.” He motioned towards their Visages.

The old mage rubbed his chin. “I see... The Visage need not represent anatomy correctly, but these specific functions being relegated into the horns is a specific function of the female Visage.”

Alexstraza stepped forward. “The Dragons of our flights that have a Visage are already going to be quite capable and powerful. This means that their horns are also valuable. Those pieces hold everything that is otherwise stripped from our Kin when taken, so they are useful in a number of disgusting potions and rituals. It seems as though the Dragonmaw Orcs have gone rogue from the Horde and are working with the Primalists to do nothing except cause harm to us.”

“Their goals align. They want us to be brought low. All of us.” Ysera stated. She clutched the horn tightly.

“We will mobilize our forces and the Heroes immediately to try to deal with this threat.” Khadgar offered.

“We will move as well.” Alexstraza announced

“My flight as well.” Ysera offered.

“Is this wise?” Wrathion commented.
“They... Want female Dragons.” It was common sense, but he also realized it for what it was to them too late. Insulting.

“What do you take us for?” Alexstraza uttered disdainfully.
“These poachers prey on us. Their existence itself is an insult.”

“You may be too close to the issue considering who is inv-” He shrunk under the Ruby Aspect's glare.
“Never mind! Of course it should be you, Aunt.” He raised his hands and backed off politely.

“I will aid my sister. I returned from the afterlife to right wrongs such as these. I can not cower and misuse the gift I was given. I owe it to those who sacrificed.” Ysera explained. However, part of her agreed with Wrathion.

'I must protect my Sister. She is too close to this issue. It may cloud her judgment.'

“Right right. Of course.” Wrathion relented, satisfied that it was two Aspects that were going.

-

Alexstraza and her retinue touched down in a market in one of the ports that had been built by those traveling to the Dragon Isles. It was a small trading settlement populated by crafters and fences of all races and factions. The single dirt road through the center from the port was set up like a bazaar and there were both Horde, Alliance and Goblin vessels docked.

“Why are we landing here, Sister?” Ysera questioned.

'This was not planned. Not for us.'

“Look closely. This Bazaar is going against the orders of their people and selling the horns harvested from our flights. For what I can only imagine... Potions, powerful charms-”

A gulp came from Merithra, the child of Ysera. “Not so much.” Within the Green dragons mind came a shattering conclusion. The powerful materials that their lives made up were reduced to something so humiliatingly mundane. It was almost laughable.
'Truly?'

“What?” Alexstraza turned and looked down into the shop's display. Her eyes filled with rage as she saw what her people's horns had been turned into.
“Life lost and stolen, for what...” She picked up some of the various items.
“Key-chains, novelty charms... Knife handles!” She breathed heavily, ready to torch the whole market.
“Dragon Horn Powder for- For virility!?”

'What is that girl doing?' Ysera asked herself, her attention being drawn to her daughter. She was staring down at the products, almost looking entranced.

“Are you alright, Daughter?” Ysera questioned. Merithra's purple cheeks were deeply flushed.

“They are taking something so important for so little. Sentience and life ground down into a spice paste or some poultice for Human and Orc p-penises?” The Dragon uttered in a shaky tone.

'Is that... Faint excitement? No, it couldn't be.' Ysera disregarded that thought.
“I know...” Ysera cooed, moving to hug her Daughter.
“It is pure barbarism.” As Ysera hugged the girl, her chin rested on Ysera's shoulder and her eyes wandered down to the items again. Within them she felt as if she saw herself in them. An intelligent, sentient being taken down to such a low. Looking down itno them was like the urge to plunge into a deep dark hole. The call of the void. A pulling on her mind. There was something unsaid about the process when speaking to Khadgar. Something she knew and something that preyed upon her mind. While the horns are removed the feeling is said to be... unusual. It was all she knew about that but it begged a very important question; what did it feel like?

The collection of Dragons of various flights turned as they heard a sharp grinding sound emanating from one of the stalls. There were many of them there in their Visages to outnumber any would be challengers. They felt invincible together with their Aspects so none of them worried.
“I thought they would all have cleared out?” Alexstraza commented.

“Be careful, Sister.” Ysera implored, releasing Merithra to follow. They all moved to surround one of the central stalls. Behind the products laid out on a blanket was a makeshift workshop with a single, oblivious looking Orc on a stool. He was turning a crank. The group gasped as he dropped a Horn into the device. More of the grinding sound was heard as the Dragon who's sentience and life owed itself to that horn was thoroughly crushed. There was no return once it had been processed to that extent. No re-attachment and no saving it. Merithra gasped. Her eyes wandered over the rest of the shop. She saw many tools and implements. A vice, a hand grinder, various saws. Her legs felt weak. The girl fanned herself and tried to return to her senses.

The Orc ignored them all until he was done, despite being thoroughly surrounded and outmatched. When he finished he looked up with a calm grin and happened to eye the girl with the most vulnerable mindset among them.
“Next.” He said, resting his eyes on Melithra. She saw and heard him speaking directly to her. Only she did. Only she took it to mean her and accepted it.

“I... Will figure out what is going on, Mother. Aunt.” Merithra offered, along with an excuse.
“Perhaps he knows something. He does not seem to be in the right state of mind. We should take advantage of this.” She hid a warped smile as her mother nodded and let her walk forward.

“Be careful, Daughter.”

“I will.” She waved, stepping behind the goods to approach the Orc. As she did, before she could say anything he flicked her horn. Just that simple vibration sent a shudder down Merithra's spine. She instantly understood.

“Good horns!” He complimented.

“Th-thank you.” Merithra responded somewhat inappropriately given the situation.
“What is-” Her eyes glanced up at the Orc's hand clutching the glimmer of a saw blade. It rested over her right horn while his other gripped it. It was too fast, far too fast. The sound was like a zipper in her head as the Orc pushed the saw forward over her horn at the base. Her legs buckled and her cunt immediately began gushing and twitching. A large wet spot appeared in the robes of her visage. The vibration running through her whole body and her mind. She could feel it. Every pull and push was just ecstasy. Twitching, destructive ecstasy. It was why they did not tell her what it felt like because it felt completely amazing and it was only one. If both of her horns were being taken the girl knew she would die just from the orgasm she was experiencing.
“G-god...” Merithra felt dizzy and still unsure of what happened. She heard a collective, angered gasp and pained groans from her mother.
“Huh? What's wrong?” Her eyes focused in on a beautiful green horn in the Ors's hand.
“Pretty...” She smiled and only felt arousal, dizziness and intrigue as he unceremoniously dropped the horn into the grinder and began crushing it down. Her lips circled into an 'O.'
“Oops, there I go.” She giggled.

“That's me in there... I can't come back, I'm gone.” She turned with a wide smile.
“Sorry, Mother.” Merithra did not feel like herself. She felt outside herself and the more the horn was grinded into dust the more that part outside herself faded into nothingness until finally she let out a satisfied sigh.

“Stop! Do something!” Ysera gasped. She watched Merithra shake her rear and look into the grinder. The girl was watching her own personality and sense being crushed right in front of her, but that was the nature of only having one horn. As they approached a barrier formed around the stall. Green sparks flew from the grinder as Merithra's ancient power was wasted and dissipated and licked out at the surrounding shop.

“Nice and docile with one horn. Just like all Dragons should be.” The Orc commented, directing Merithra's gaze with his large hand on her chin. He pinched her cheeks between his big green hands and even hazarded to poke a finger between her lips. She was like a pet. Bothered, but unable to bite down.
“Look at her, perfect for a pet or a mount. No more thinking. Just nice and...” He grinned.
“Primal.”

They spotted a totem behind the stall. “A trap!” Alextraza called out. The Dragons tried to jump up and assume their forms, but failed.

“We are trapped in our Visages.” Ysera conformed. The Mother stared sadly at her Daughter through the barrier.
“Merithra...” But as she did she noticed something disturbing. It was joy. Pleasure. Resignation. That was a look that existed on her even before her horn was removed.
“Did she...” Ysera muttered to herself.

'She surrendered from the start. She wanted to lose herself to that feeling, even if it mean dying or worse. Is...' She gulped.
'Is she happy? She looks so... Content.'

“Mother, Aunt!” Both Aspects watched Merithra cry out in pleasure. As they did, they were set upon by Primalists and Orcs.
“It feels soooo good. My brain barely works... It's hard to think but- but-” She gasps as she is pulled into a hug by the Orc. His hands thrust between her legs. The Dragon squeals and cums as two fingers thrust into her cunt.
“S-so good. So s-sensitive!”

“Mother!” A cry came from behind.

“Help!” Came a second voice that was familiar to Ysera.

'Sister's girls.' She thought immediately, a sense of dread washing over her. If they were trapped in Visage they were no better than mages.

“Damn girl distracted me!” Alexstraza grunted. She turned around to watch in horror as Orcs held two girls in headlocks. They kicked uselessly in their Visage forms only to be set upon but two more Orcs in front that obscured them very briefly. Only their legs were visible twitching and moving. Then nothing. Two horns were tossed to the ground and a clear steam of girl-cum was visible drenching the ground beneath them as the stopped moving.

“Ch-children, no...” She moved to help too late as the Orcs got the second horns from each. The light had faded from their eyes and their twitching bodies fell limply to the ground, discarded by the Dragonmaw. While her back was turned an Orc jumped on Alexstraza's back. The Aspect shuddered deeply as she felt the vibration of the saw on her horn. Even that was enough to send the build up to a powerful orgasm through her body.

“Sister!” Ysera called out. She prepared a spell, but if the past two was any indication it was already too late.

“Fool...” Alexstraza grunted. She threw him off and burned him on the ground.

“Her horn's too tough!” Others called out.

Ysera breathed a sigh of relief. “We may be safe, sister.”

“We may, but our Children...” She trailed off sadly. She looked around and saw green and red Dragons alike being bent over tables and jumped on top of. They were braced and their horns sawed into. Their dainty bodies shuddered and came as light was lost in their expressions. Many of them already had one horn missing and were therefore passive and docile to the Orcs that took them; Unable to resist as they took their second.
“They are gone.” As she said that sadly a rather large Primalist Orc walked up behind her and lifted her up under her legs, surprising her. He put her in a rather effective lock that only worked because they were trapped in their Visage forms. No better than mages. Alexstraza struggled uselessly, wiggling in the Orc's arms as he gripped both of her horns tightly to complete the lock.

Ysera was scooped up as well and the two women were brought to face each other as Orcs surrounded them with tools.
“They can not do anything. We are aspects. Their tools can not scratch our horns.” Ysera claimed.
“They can NOT do any-” She gasped as the vibrations of the saw on her horn assaulted her mind. It was not getting through but it was making it hard to think and speak. She was stunned. Saliva began to leak from her lips. She did not have her horn cut but with the way she was acting, she may as well have. Ysera resisted as much as she could but shamefully, under her Sisters gaze she came from having her horn sawed on. Just the vibrations were enough to stir the desire to have the Primalists succeed.

“I have... Endured much worse.” Alexstraza claimed as Orcs did the same to her. They tried to saw through both of her large, thick horns only to find that the vibrations made the Dragon Queen cum violently, just like her sister. She threw her head back and moaned as she gushed, dripping steadily onto the ground.

“No good! Try everything.” The Orcs demanded. They lowered the girls down and gathered around, stroking themselves. The two Aspects tried not too look, but it did not matter. As the Orcs stroked themselves off, one by one they began to cum over the girls hair and horns.

“Disgusting...” Alexstraza complained as the orcs began to polish their horns with the potent seed before trying again. There was a laugh from the Orcs as all the sawing did was force Alexstraza to cum for a second time.

“Why'd we think that would work?” The Orc joked.

“Maybe it was just fun?”

With the two girls soaked and smelling of seed a final idea was had by the primalists. As they convened Ysera looked to Alexstraza.
“Sister, we simply have to endure. Help is undoubtedly coming from the Heroes and the Temple.”

“I know. This is fine. They can do nothing.” As Alexstraza said that two Orcs flanked her. They each placed on of the solid-looking hand grinders over her horns at the tip. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Pointless. This is poi-” She blinked as they turned the cranks. Her jaw dropped.

Ysera's eyes widened as the sound of grinding filled her twitching, pointed ears. She was able to see dust beginning to fall from the grinder.
“S-sister your-”

“I can feel it!” She gasped.

“Get a pan!” The Orcs ordered.
“Get that dust!”

Alexstraza's hips shimmied and she moaned lewdly. “U-unreal... I can feel my mind slipping, sister!” The Red Aspect claimed.

“You must hold on!” Ysera struggled but failed to defeat the Orc's strength. Internally Ysera was panicing.

'Her expression... It is the same as Merithra's now. It is over for her. Why, why would a woman that has been through so much give in.' She frowned.

'Of course it is because she has no choice. No hope. Gone...  She will be gone.' Ysera watched the Orcs do steady work on her sister's horns. By the way Alexstraza was writhing and making noise, it almost seemed as though she would die of pleasure overload before the horns actually disappeared.

'It- It must be pure ecstacy. The grinding... It is like the vibration of the sawing but multiplied. But it is slow. She would feel each moment more of herself fading away as pleasure builds. I- I would not be able to. I would lose myself.'

She gritted her teeth. Her speech became more crude and her tone less posh and poised. “D-don't wanna become a key-chain.” She whined pitifully.

“Y-you wont. Help is coming.” Ysera said to comfort her sister. She knew it was already a forgone conclusion. They ignored the other aspects cries and carefully collected the dust on plates below the steadily working hand grinders.

“This is you.” One of the Orcs held it in front of Alexstraza as a taunt.

“M-me?” She went cross-eyed staring at it. She smiled awkwardly.
“S-sis that's me!”

“No it is not.” Ysera felt the urge to give up as the grinders finally processed half her sister's horns while they were still on her head. Her sisters body buckled and her eyes rolled back. She began to gush and squirt and drool even more onto the ground in front of her, like an animal. Her pussy twitched without even being touched. The Dragon was even wetting herself.

“I'm gone... That's me I'm gone...” Alexstraza moaned out loud. The Grinders kept steadily working their way down to the base of each horn. She stared at the dust as more and more of it piled up.
“That's actually me, I'm actually going. Sister... I'm going...” She shuddered and came continuously. Her eyes lit up and Ysera closed hers as an Orc that was showing her the plate came on top of it. Her being, her personality that was ground down into a dust in front of her had cum sitting over it and soaking into it.

“Guess it's a paste, now. What a waste!” He chuckled, mixing it all with his finger. The huge load made a slurry of cum and dust. When it was finally mixed he titled the plate to her lips and forced her to down it. She gulped. “How's it taste?”

Alexstraza gasped. “G... oood!”

“Any last words for your sister?” The orcs asked.
“Probably the last time you see her.” he chuckled. Alexstraza already said her last words. A positive response to an Orc asking how his cum tasted in combination with her ground up soul.

Ysera choked up. She still had things she wanted to say. “Sister... I-” The Green's jaw dropped as the grinders hit the base. It was too late. Alexstraza's eyes widened and rolled back as she was hit with one final orgasm. Then the light behind her eyes faded as the Dragon's body was released to fall limp. It was too late for even last words. Her Sister had literally cum her brains out. White leaked from her mouth onto the ground.

“Let's get that body processed. Dragon hide. Bag. Armor. Aspects are worth a lot.”

“Th-that's all we are to you?” Ysera mumbled.

“Yeah.” The Orc shrugged.
“Problem?”

Even if help was coming, even if she could hold on, even if she could try and avenger her Sister and her Daughter, none of it mattered. Ysera cracked.
“F-fitting for an animal like me to be h-hunted and processed.” She relented.

“Let her go.”

As Ysera was released she felt freedom and the ability to possibly escape. But then she also saw the Orc. The man with a grinder in his hand that was her end. She shook and shuddered as she crawled over to him and much like her daughter who stared too deeply into the void and lost, she stared up affectionately at the Orc and hung off his leg. The man that ended her Sister. Her Daughter. He stared down at her.
“I submit. This product submits to her fate. Grind me down until I can't think... Until I am not even here...” She begged, pushing her fingers madly between her thighs to masturbate. She squealed excitedly as a grinder was placed over her horn.

'I am coming to join you, sister. Let us make matching bags. The afterlife is... Not so bad, after experiencing it a first time.' She smiled madly.

“Just one for this one. Make her match her Daughter.” As he said that Ysera continued masturbating while affectionately licking at his leg like an animal. She was lost even before she lost her horn. As the grinder began to slowly work over just one horn the Aspect had the feeling that her mind itself was cumming. She lost complete control over her body for the duration of the procedure and simply lay ass up as the Orc sat on top of her and ground away.

-

The two women had a hand around the others back resting on their opposite hip. They knelt shoulder to shoulder with their breasts pressing together at the side. The each held up a peace sign in the image. The Green haired Kaldorei Visages were the new posters for the Primalist movement. They each had one of their majestic horns missing. Left and right, providing some symmetry to the Mother-Daughter duo.  

“This is bad.” Khadgar mentioned.
“Their flights?”

“Gone...” Nozdormu stated.

“With their mothers gone or... Like this, they are submitting to being bred and farmed for their horns by the Dragonmaw. I am afraid women from all of our flights are beginning to submit. Willingly.”

“Our culture is shifting as a result of two Aspects falling. This was unexpected. Our women consider it an honor to follow in Alexstraza and Ysera's footsteps. To kneel before Orcs and have their horns cut, even if it means death or worse. Ysera's words, even coming from a place of slavery, are enough to entrance her flight and others. Quite perplexing...” Wrathion mused.

Nozdormu glanced down. “Even my Prime consort Soridormi has left me for an Orc man that promised to cut her horns if she served him well enough. I... Am beginning to lose confidence in this timeline.”

Wrathion clicked his tongue. “Don't leave yet, friend. Let us hope they do not find out about the male 'horn.'” All of the remaining Dragons, and Khadgar turned to look at the young Aspect hopeful.