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Disclaimer: This is a foot fetish story, read at your own risk.

It was another hot day in Orgrimmar. Unlike most days though the city was covered in garish flowers and heart shaped decorations. The scent of chocolate in the wind. It was that time of year again, Love is in the Air. Except for a Troll Shaman who walked through the bustling city. Ruh’ko clearly saw through the schemes of the Goblins and the Crown Chemical Co. they represented. As a bit of retaliation, she had managed to swipe some perfume from them. She emptied the bottle of the mind altering junk, intending on using it for something far more interesting.

Meanwhile elsewhere in Orgrimmar a Nightborne woman was quite unsatisfied. A noble from Suramar, Tambra had thus far only explored the city of Silvermoon. While she enjoyed her time there, she was enjoying her time in Orgrimmar far less. The air was too hot, the smells were atrocious, the people simple minded buffoons and the spikes. Must there really be spikes on everything?! She thought it just seemed excessive. She walked with a scowl on her face, looking around to find more reasons to dislike this place. She was so distracted by this activity that she failed to notice the Troll she was about to walk into.

The two collided and the noble fell to the ground. Ruh’ko offered her a hand. “Sorry, I should’ve been watchin’ where I was.-“ Before the Troll could finish apologizing the elf was back on her feet and none too happy. “Perhaps you should try watching where you’re going!” She snapped. “Moronic thug.” She muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, Ruh’ko heard that. Now this elf no longer had her sympathy.

It was then an idea came to her. “Wait, to apologize, perhaps I can offer ya a sample of Crown Co.’s latest perfume.” Ruh’ko said with a smile. Tambra had noticed earlier several adventurers going around and spraying random people with cologne and perfume and occasionally handing out chocolate. Tambra hadn’t been approached until now. Perhaps maybe it might be worth trying, anything to lessen the unrefined scent in the air.

“I suppose a little can’t hu-.” It was her turn to be cut off now. Ruh’ko had already sprayed the bottle in her face before she could finish talking. It was then it hit her, hard. The stench! The unbearable stench! This perfume was far worse than anything else she had smelled in the city, possibly in her life for that matter. She immediately began coughing on the reeking fumes. “What cough cough was that?!” She shrieked in between coughs.

“It just be me own personal touch.” Ruh’ko sneered. “You cough disgusting creature! I will-“ the snobbish elf was cut off again as Ruh’ko sprayed her again. Immediately the stench and her gagging intensified. “So do ya like the scent?” The noble had never been so disgusted in her life, this fiend was mocking her! She opened her mouth to speak again but unfortunately for her, Ruh’ko chose now to spray her again. This time the vile liquid entered her mouth. The taste was just as bad as the smell! She retched and tried to get the nightmarish taste out of her mouth to no avail. It was then she decided she had enough. She quickly turned around and began to run. Ruh’ko anticipated this however, she quickly summoned an earth elemental that quickly caught her. Her escape attempt foiled, she simply looked up at the Troll, and simply uttered. “No cough more.”

“Ya be needin’ more? Alright.” She grinned wickedly. Tambra’s heart sunk as she knew what was coming next. The Troll mercilessly sprayed her again and again. Each time intensifying the horrific odor. Tambra was far past the point of begging now. A fog of stench surrounded her, tormenting her nostrils with each breath. She was simply now a coughing and gagging wreck. Ruh’ko meanwhile continued to spray her with delight. Her fun only ending when the bottle ran out. “Well, looks like ya used it all.” Tambra couldn’t speak, she had been retching on the stench far too much.

“Well it looks like ya be learnin’ ya lesson.” Ruh’ko said with satisfaction. “But I ain’t done yet.” She said ominously. She quickly made a slight tremor in the ground beneath Tambra, only enough to know her on to her back. It was then to her horror the Troll lifted up one of her large feet and raised it above her head. No doubt the thing was disgusting as well. “Be ya prepared little elf?” She taunted. Slowly she began to lower her foot onto her face.

It was then Tambra realized what that nightmarish odor was, it was the stench of her feet! It must have been her bottled foot sweat she was sprayed with! She wasn’t sure what was more disgusting that revelation or the actual smell. Regardless, it was the least of her worries. Soon the large foot covered her face. It was agonizing, the stink coming from her actual foot was much worse than the “perfume” she endured only minutes ago.

“Relax, ya been through a lot, why don’tcha just sleep?” Each foot tainted breath was agonizing, Tambra had realized the Troll had a point, after all this torment she was physically and mentally exhausted. She did not want to pass out from being forced to inhale the foul smell of a Troll’s foot though, it was far too humiliating. Her body on the other hand had other ideas. Soon she faded into unconsciousness, not being able to endure this anymore.

Her dreams were far from pleasant. All she could dream about was the horrid Troll and her reeking feet. In fact she could practically smell them in her dream. When she awoke though she realized unfortunately she could still actually smell them. To her panic it was now night and she was somewhere else in Durotar. She tried to move only to realize she was tied up. She turned her head only to face the putrid soles of her captor. “Ah, good ya be awake.” Ruh’ko chuckled. “I see ya not be used to the smell of me feet yet. Ya best get comfortable with it, ya gonna be smelling and tasting dem for a long long time.” She said with dark glee. Tambra could only sadly sigh as her immediate future seemed very very foul as there was anything but love in the air.