Ch.1

I awoke with a jolt. Not from any noise or something touching me, but all the same I jolted awake. I was somewhere both blindingly bright, yet darker than the womb. I can’t seem to remember why I knew that as fact. I also can’t remember what I had been doing. All I know is I’m curled up, floating in-.

Floating?

I tried to uncurl, but I quickly met firm and solid resistance. I panicked, I struck and clawed at what felt like wood under my fingers, desperate to get air! I’m drowning! I can’t-!

“ARUG!” I rasped through my teeth in a choked scream when I finished ripping through the wood that had been encasing me. I coughed up the water, mucus or whatever and gasped for air. Air that oddly felt painfully dry to my lungs. I coughed and gasped, feeling like I was drowning on air while I rolled out of whatever I woke up in, finding myself coated in glowing orange sap.

“Kohtli suuk xalzuahui!” A raspy voice shouted and I choked on a squeal of panic when a reptile pounced on me and hefted me to my paws, er, claws? I’m...why are my tits scaly instead of fluffy? Ugh~ my head! “Steady now, it isn't every day someone takes ne dip txaetli suuk xalzuahui.” The reptilian person helping me along said, their words confusingly a mish-mash of English and some hissing harsh dialect that I couldn’t comprehend.

“*cough*W-where am I? Who are you?” I asked woozily, feeling unbalanced on my paws, wrong, claws. Why am I not a fox anymore? I’m not all fluffy and cuddly anymore. At least I’m still as curvy as before. I think. Whoa~ so many colors~! Pretty~!

“That does not matter. We need to get you cleaned up and detoxed. What were you doing in a pool of Hist Sap anyway?” My helper demanded and I giggled as a tickly feeling ran through me.

“Mary, mary, won’t you take my hand mary~?” I sang and laughed nonsensically before I ran my hand over my muscular stomach and a sensation of existential terror and hopelessness filled me, causing me to collapse to my knees and sob while the person helping me fretted and helped me keep moving.

“Damn, you’re getting a bad swing of things. Usually Hist Visions stay on one sort of subject. Come, let’s get you tended to.” They insisted and I was too distraught with agony to resist the help.

Because my babies were gone…

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I woke up feeling like I’d just finished a weekend-long bender and drank every hard liquor I could get my hands on. So I moaned in pain and clenched my eyes shut, cursing the sun that endeavored to kill me with it’s light. “Well, you’re up earlier than expected.” I hissed in a decidedly reptilian way and put my hands over my...ear holes, before endeavoring to crack open my eyes. “I’m afraid you’ll just have to weather through it. You were absolutely inundated with Hist Sap. It’s incredible you didn’t die from such heavy exposure.”

“Who? Gah, where?” I snarled through the pain as a sensation of loss fluttered through my mind and a quick touch of my fit tummy reminded me what was missing, almost causing me to cry. Well, try to cry. I don’t know if whatever I’ve been turned into has tear ducts.

“I’m Mellow Mender, your healer. You’ve been fitfully resting here for two days after Yinzos found you while he was performing his rounds as the local Tree Minder.” I managed to open my eyes enough to look at Mellow Mender and felt at least some measure of relief to see a ‘mellow yellow’ anthro unicorn with a pale green mane and matching eyes was my doctor. Not that I’m racist or anything, but after...whatever happened and whatever I’ve been transformed into, I had worried I wouldn’t see anything or anyone familiar.

Although I would be much more pleased to have a zebra witchdoctor or shaman look me over for whatever happened to me. Zecora was a regular friend of mine and I’d grown to appreciate her people’s mystical way of turning common materials to extraordinary results.

“What happened to-*Blech~*?” I lurched for the side of the bed and vomited into a thankfully well-placed bucket. Eugh...my bile tastes like that sickly sweet sap I woke up in.

“I was hoping you could tell me. It’s common knowledge around here, especially to Argonians, how dangerous Hist Sap is. You’ve developed Gold Tongue and Bark Scales like the Sap-Speakers of the Miredancer Tribe because of how absolutely inundated you were in the stuff.”

“Huh?” I voiced after I finished heaving up more bile and looked down at my body. My scales were a much deeper almost blood red than my russet fur had been as a fox. They even replaced the white my front and inner thighs had been. “I wasn’t this red be-*Heugh~*!” I turned towards the bucket and heaved more of the golden bile. “Eugh...how much longer?”

“Considering I’m not a native witchdoctor, I have no clue. You’ve already been resting for two solid days and nights. Then there is the fact that your breasts are unusually swollen with sap.” Mellow bluntly informed me and I had to blink in sheer confusion.

“Sap?” I lactate sap? I mean, sure, this stuff tastes great, but how does that work? I thought only a few reptiles lactated and it wasn’t from mammary glands. I don’t know how my body works exactly, but my tits are just as big and just as shapely as before with just as prominent thimble-sized nipples. If anything, they’re even bigger than before!

“Yes. It is my understanding that Argonian women produce their own form of Hist Sap that is much weaker, but just as potently nutritious as the real thing. That said, a woman with your degree of swollen breast tissue is almost unheard of, even from mothers with newborns in every case I’ve studied that aren’t minotaurs. There’s nothing in the books the locals provided saying anything about breast enlargement involving Hist Sap either.” Mellow rambled on and I rolled my eyes. I’m used to Twilight’s rambling, so I knew when a brainy person was on a roll.

“I’m...I was pregnant.” I admitted and rubbed my flat abdomen forlornly. “I don’t know what happened, doctor. I forgot what I was doing, but one moment I’m going about my business I suppose, the next I wake up, not pregnant, in a sap-filled wooden pocket and you probably know the rest.” I tried not to let the despair of my missing children crush me.

“That’s...my sincere apologies. It seems you must have been the victim of the foul intentions of some Daedra. All I can tell you is to rest and drink plenty of water while your body detoxes. I’ll have to speak to some colleagues about your situation, since it seems you’re a victim of some cruel machinations rather than self-inflicted harm.” Mellow used his horn to bring forth an earthenware pitcher and poured water from it into a stained and sealed wood goblet.

“Thank you doc-*Geugh~*!”

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I’m...still dead sexy. I mean, sure, I miss being a fluffy vixen, but being a smooth and shapely saurian suits me just fine. Although, I feel like I may have gained a few pounds of muscle and my tits are the flipping size of basketballs! Yeesh! Did whoever did this to me take all the baby fat from my pregnancy and shove it into my boobs?!

Anyway, the blood-red scaled beauty in the cheap mirror of Mellow’s restroom, which had a composting toilet that was ‘cutting edge’ according to him, was someone I couldn’t imagine being me from before. My eyes were a deep green with predatory slits, I had smooth horns that jutted out from the back of my skull, but curved forward to frame my ear holes. My body was a uniform blood red, save in a few places.

My lips, mouth, tongue, everything inside an orifice was a striking gold hue. Even my nipples and privates were golden, which made them stand out against my body like beacons. Hot as fuck if I say so myself, but I could just tell that there was no way I was going to ‘blend in’ with Argonian society easily.

Then there was the realization after I got over the shock that kicked in a day ago. I’m on Nirn, specifically in Soulrest, a coastal city of Black Marsh that acted as the region’s only port for Torpal Bay. Mellow was bemused when I asked for the date yesterday, but he supplied it.

The 6th of Sun’s Height, year 221 of the Fourth Era. It was two decades following what should canonically be the events of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Today happened to be Saturday or Loredas as it was known locally.

I had arrived a week before the annual Merchant’s Festival that happened on the Tenth of Sun’s Height. That said, even with huge bargains arriving soon, I didn’t have a single coin to my name, which had me worried about the debt I’ll have accrued from Mellow nursing me back to health.

“Hm, what can I do to get money?” I wondered, thinking back on what I know from my college years. Cooking, engineering, chemistry, musical theory, some understanding of physics and I think I took accounting and economics for a semester. “Heh, I could have made some big bank back ‘home’ if I didn’t have a passion for cooking.”

My musing was stopped by two polite knocks on the door. “Are you done in there? Do you need help with anything?” Mellow questioned professionally and I quickly shrugged on the far too small roughspun hemp tunic and pants Mellow had provided me.

“I’m fine.” I grimaced at the two sticky wet spots constricting my breasts caused around my nipples. “Ugh...I’m fine.” I muttered and opened the door, feeling embarrassed and sure that, even if I could blush, that my red scales would hide it. “Don’t you have anything...bigger?” I meekly questioned the unicorn with a gesture towards my sap-seeping nips.

“Ah, about that. It is fairly unprofessional since I’m not an Argonian, but I was going to ask if in lieu of normal payment, that I receive some of your sap for my medicine. Hist Sap, whether direct or from the bosom of an Argonian woman who has had eggs, is quite expensive, but an incredibly potent reagent for use in healing potions.” Mellow said as he eyed my breasts with a blush and I felt a weak saucy grin reveal a bit more of my sharp teeth.

“Heh, uh, sure? I don’t feel tight or pained by my cargo, but if it’ll pay off my debt, I’m all for it.” I even put my wrists on either side of my heaving hooters and gave them a shake and him a wink. I don’t know where all this confidence is coming from, but I’ll take-.

The ground quaked, the trees creaked, the sky split open and-

“Ma’am! Ma’am, are you okay?!” Mellow’s voice drew me back from whatever horrible hallucination I was having and I found myself leaning against the doorframe, panting and gasping for breath. “I had thought you were through the worst of it, but you’re having Hist Visions still?” Mellow questioned worriedly as he used his magic to help me move to a nearby chair.

“I guess.” I groaned and rubbed my temples. What was that? It was like the ground didn’t want to stay on the ground anymore. The trees weren’t creaking, they were screaming in fear. The sky didn’t split...it just… “I’m fine. I’ll be fine in any case. So, how are we going to do this?” I questioned with a pat on my bosom and the mild-mannered doctor blushed again.

“Well, simple. I provide jugs and use my magic to...milk, the sap out of you into them.” Mellow nervously replied and I smiled at how cute his bashfulness was. I remember being so innocent. I wonder when I lost that. I feel like many, many things have happened to me that I can’t rightly remember.

“Well then, let me get comfortable.” I pulled my tunic up and enjoyed his squeak of nervousness before I got up and went over to one of his sickbeds, where I’d been resting for days. I laid down on it with my bust dangling towards the floor, my sap dripping onto the wood and I felt a bit strained on my shoulders and back with them pulling on me from this angle. “Oof, scratch that, not comfy, but efficient.”

“I-I’ll be as brief as possible.” Mellow quietly said before closing the privacy curtain which was made of ratty old drapes. He brought two short but wide chamber pots that were sparkly clean and I watched his pale green aura encompass my-.

“Oh~...” Unf! W-wow this feels nice! Not ‘I’m going to cum’ nice, but nice enough to arouse me and the palpable relief of getting milked eased a lot of my tension. I sighed and looked down, watching the faintly glowing golden sap trail from my nips into the pots in thick drizzles interspersed by thicker gobs of my sap plopping into the pots. Wow, those things are filling fairly fast and the pressure his magic put on my tits was wonderful.

“Almost done.” Mellow voiced as he kept milking my quickly shrinking breasts. I definitely don’t have mammary glands, they don’t work like ballooning reservoirs like my boobs do. Soon enough, my tits were down to my more comfortable DD-cup size and the glowing golden sap was filling the pots almost to brimming. “I think you produced far too much to be normal. Only half of one of these pots would’ve paid your debt. I’ll have to pay you back now.” Mellow quietly murmured as he used a wet rag to clean the sticky mess around my nips, which sang in pleasure.

“Mm~, d-don’t be too touchy doc or I’ll get the wrong idea.” I flirted uneasily with the cute anthro pony, who quickly retracted his hands from my boobs.

“S-sorry. Anyway, I’ll need a few days to make enough money selling my potions and my services to pay you back for all of this sap. I’ll pay what I can for now, just be sure to visit me after the Merchant’s Festival and I’ll have the rest of what I owe you.” Mellow said to me with a grateful smile and I put my tunic back on. Ah~, much better. It feels like a shirt and not like a bodice trying to squeeze the air and sap out of me.

Though my boobs are much more tender and sensitive now, I had to fight a shudder from the tunic rubbing against my nipples. “Sure thing. If I get backed-up and I’m around, is it okay if I come get another milking?” I asked casually before remembering that what we just did was fairly intimate and he blushed with a nervous smile.

“Uh...sure. I won’t be able to keep paying you though, I’ll have to start selling some of your sap and giving you a cut if you keep coming back with...this much sap.” Mellow gestured with awe at the glowing golden sweetness filling the pristine chamber pots.

“Sounds good to me. Well, I’m off then. I can’t stay cooped up here forever.” I stood up, but he gestured to wait and fetched a bag of something with some scrolls.

“Oh, before you go I need some information. I was asked to get it once you were stable since the scribes couldn’t find any files on someone of your description. It isn’t too uncommon, sadly, for vagrants and survivors of the battles in the bay to wash ashore on Black Marsh these days, so I need you to answer some questions for immigration records.” Mellow explained and pulled up a wooden board which he used old-fashioned solid wood clothespins to hold a sheaf of scrolls on.

“Uh, really?” Battles in the bay? What happened after Alduin was slain for battles to be waging on the opposite end of the continent?

“Yes. I hope you can read Imperial, since Soulrest was originally an Imperial-founded city, so it uses a lot of standard Imperial practices and language.” Mellow handed me the board and I felt palpable relief at seeing Imperial was essentially Olde English with modern influences in it.

Thank goodness I studied languages for a semester. Wow, how much of my time in college was wasted in my other life that I suddenly found useful here and back in Equestria? Speaking of which. “Hey, uh, I’m out of the loop. Aren’t ponies not from around here?” I questioned while I filled out the relevant info. Why does the Office of Immigration need to know my birth sign anyway? Uh...I was born in...hm...

“My ancestral home is torn in two by a civil war. My grandparents came from a continent to the distant southeast to flee from it. You’ll hear much the same from others of a race not local to Tamriel.” Mellow replied and then looked at me suspiciously. “Are you alright? That’s been common knowledge for two generations. Are you sure you’ve gathered yourself?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m just...missing a lot of memories from whatever abducted me and stole my children.” I grumbled while I filled out some of the info on the fly using what I knew about the Elder Scrolls setting. I figure being born in Leyawiin would be reasonable enough that people may not look into it. I was born in December which is Evening Star here, so I was technically born under the Thief. Uh, wait that’s kinda ironic. I used to be Maid Marian after all.

“Well...I can’t offer charity, but if you need a place to stay, you can sleep in one of my sickbeds so long as one is free and there isn’t someone in need of it. Of course, I’ll be charging you the same price of a night at the inn. I’ll just deduct it from what I owe you.” Mellow offered shrewdly and I felt some relief that I wouldn’t have to go wandering the town just yet.

I don’t even have anything to defend myself with. “Thank you, Mellow. Is there anything I could help you with as thanks? I don’t really feel like braving the city right now.” I’d be a fish out of water if I just waltzed into town without any foreknowledge. Hopefully now that I’m not hacking up my stomach every ten minutes I can sit down and read some of the books he has laying about.

“I do, but first, please hand me the immigration scrolls.” Mellow requested and I obliged. “Thank you for filling those out...wait, you left the name blank. Do you remember your name?” Mellow asked in concern and I swear if I wasn’t an Argonian or already red-scaled, I’d be blushing hard.

“A-ah, sorry.” I took the clipped board back and quickly wrote my...that’s not my name! I tried to cross it out, but it was like the quill was suddenly an inviolable object! No! I am Marian! Not-!

“Meen-Rei? No clan name? Oh, right, born in Leyawiin up north in Cyrodiil.” Mellow took the board from my loose grasp and I felt a sense of loss, almost as deep as the loss of my unborn children. “Well met Meen-Rei. I’ll have this sent by courier to the immigration office. As for what I could use some help for around here, I could use someone of a hearty constitution such as you to fetch me some reagents from the swamp. Not too far from the walls of the city either.”

“Uh, today? I don’t have a weapon.” I worriedly replied and Mellow shook his head in understanding.

“No, no. It’s too late in the day for you to go now. You’d be set upon by Voriplasms and I refuse to let all of my hard work go to waste.” Mellow joked, because tending to me was as simple as providing water, a bucket, a toilet and a daily potion meant to cleanse out toxins.

“Okay then, what would I have to deal with during the day?” Black Marsh was one of the most mysterious and unknown places in the Elder Scrolls Series. Aside from a few places in ESO, it was still a complete mystery.

“Hackwings, Feathered Serpents, Fleshflies although with your thick scales they’d just be a nuisance, the list goes on. You’re really not from around here.” Mellow stated with certainty as he held up my immigration papers.

“What was your first clue?” I huffed indignantly, hoping that whatever scheme this cruel entity that abducted me has in store wouldn’t be the end of me before I find my babies.

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