Ch.7

[Morndas, 12th of Sun’s Height, 4E: 221]

“C-careful, they’re sensitive.” I mewled as Mellow clinically examined my breasts, specifically the small golden studs piercing my nipples.

“I can’t avoid touching you if I’m going to get a good look at them. My concern is that they might hinder your ability to express your sap. Normal breast milk is thin enough to just excrete through the nipple’s spongy composition, but that’s for mammals. Your nipples are of a similar composition, but they rely more on having actual passages for your sap to extrude through.” Mellow said as he gently took the piercing in my left nipple in both hands, found the tiny clasp and pulled it out.

“Whoa!” I can’t believe I just noticed how light my boobs felt! Having that piercing on seems to be making my breasts lighter regardless of size. “Okay, so it’s got a featherweight enchantment.”

“Fascinating! It also has similar magic like an Adventurer’s Bag, only inverted to alter the exterior’s spatial properties as well as the interior’s access to Oblivion! Anything this is attached to could, theoretically, be made bigger or smaller on the outside while turning the inside into a bottomless reservoir!” Mellow gushed excitedly over the otherwise unremarkable golden nipple stud and I looked at my still-pierced nipple with new appreciation. Nice gift.

“So, can I have it back?” I asked pointedly and he promptly put it back in my nipple without issue, the weight of my boob vanishing and I sighed in relief. I can’t believe how much weight I’d been carting around this whole time. It was just normal, but now with these things I don’t have so much literal weight on my shoulders. “Now, what about my nose ring and horn caps?” I’d wanted to get my boobs resolved first. I guess I just have to be dead-set on being a certain size to maintain it.

“That’s easy. I recognize it from Neethsi’s work on that chalk ward to protect you from Vaermina, but it’s triple-layered against various forms of mental and spiritual intrusion. Now, this is something special.” Mellow got off the bed and put his hands on my stomach, which fluttered and I felt oddly aroused as he put his snout against my lower stomach to look closely at the purple pearl in my navel. “It’s enchanted with so many intricate layers upon layers that I can’t fully comprehend it. All I know is it directly affects your womb and abdomen, then even your whole body beyond that. It’s easily the most powerful magic item I’ve ever seen, comparable to artefacts of Aedra and Daedra from what I’ve read.”

“That’s...nice.” I replied, unsure what to think while I fought against an odd urge to try and bed the bookish unicorn. Dear gosh I have it bad. I guess I’m not lucky and get more than just one day of the monthly monster. “Um...you can stop now.” I am seriously fighting propositioning the cute guy putting his hands and face over my womb area and making me feel all tingly and warm. I just wanna grab the cutie, toss him on the bed and-.

“Oh, sorry.” Mellow meekly said as he withdrew himself and I huffed in frustration. “It wasn’t my intention to stimulate you.”

“I don’t know why I’m so easily stimulated.” I fanned my naked breasts, feeling hot, something that I hadn’t really experienced since I became scaly.

“Has this sort of ‘feeling’ always been there?” Mellow questioned as he looked at my ornaments again. “Because if so, then it might be from your past life. I wonder if these have something to do with it.”

“I had one instance of something like this.” I sighed as I thought back on my heat, when Palu ravished me and doused the flames inside me with her boiling hot-fu~ck… “Oh gods, either fuck me or get out!” I snarled at the cleric and he quickly fled my room, leaving me hot and horny with nobody to help me. “Well Mr. Tail, looks like it’s you and me again.”

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I woke with a groan to the sensation of a wet cloth on my head and opened my eyes to see Mellow tenderly dabbing my brow with water that felt practically freezing cold. “Am I ill?” I don’t know how that could be. I’m an argonian. Argonians are supposed to be nigh immune to all poisons and diseases.

“You’re having an extremely volatile magical illness. Your body is burning itself up from channelling so much magicka. I can only guess it’s your connection to the Hist. It’s as if you were grasping a magicka battery for days straight. The fact that you’re currently receptive is certainly aggravating it.” Mellow informed me gently and I moaned at my rotten luck.

Why not be deathly ill when I’m a species that’s supposed to be immune to illness? Let’s make it a magical illness! Yay! Loopholes and shit! Fuck~ I’m so hot~! “Maybe I should crawl into the mud? That cools a body down right?” I weakly asked and Mellow sighed.

“There’s no open ground inside the walls of Blackrose besides the cultivated parks and those are purposefully made as hills above the waterline with no water features. Neethsi hasn’t come back, so the city is still on lockdown. That was the first thing I asked the proprietress when I checked in on you and found you practically boiling alive.” Mellow then ran the wet rag down my naked body and I moaned in a mixture of pain from my overheated body, relief from the cold-feeling water evaporating on my scales and arousal from how the rag ran over my scales.

“B-baths?” I asked and Mellow sighed out of his nose.

“This is an argonian city. The only baths are in a public bathhouse and as you can guess it isn’t safe.” Mellow grumbled and I weakly reached up to grasp his arm.

“I might not last if I don’t have a way to cool down.” I rasped and he clenched his eyes before nodding resolutely.

“C’mon. Let’s get you dressed.” Mellow asserted as he helped me sit up.

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Oh gods. Kill me. Kill me now. Oh gods…

“Come on. It’s in sight. Don’t give out on me!” Mellow grunted and struggled with my weight as he used his meek strength and magic to help me stagger through the streets of Blackrose, which were empty. The only people about were guards, who took one look at me and backed away like I was a leper. Heh, I guess sick argonians are a bad omen.

“Gods, I hate this.” I groaned as I hazily remembered when I ate rotten food in the forest and Zecora had to nurse me back to health. Oh, she’s dead. That’s right. Hey Z, I’m coming.

“Oh thank Stendarr.” Mellow invoked as he got me into the bathhouse, which didn’t seem to be running. “They don’t run it during the day. You can get tepid or warm water anywhere during the day, at night is when they turn on the boilers and pipe in hot water when the swamp cools. That said, the water gathered should be nice and cold.”

“Yay…” I moaned and he took me to one of the many copper or corundum or whatever tubs and dumped me in, tunic, pants and all. The moment he turned on the faucet and the cold water touched me, I practically squealed in temperature shock, but he used his magic to keep me from feebly scrabbling out of the freezing cold water as I shuddered and spasmed from the drastic temperature change.

“Normally such a large temperature shock would be extremely dangerous, but argonians don’t have the same body temperature regulating systems as other races, so you should start adjusting quickly.” Mellow said clinically while he did whatever fancy cleric stuff he did with his magic while looking at me intently.

“Easy for you to say.” I rasped as the biting cold burrowed into my flesh, ripping out the heat from my body before the water stopped being cold. “Is that-ugh…” I groaned when he dragged me out of the tub, then dumped me into the nearest other tub and turned on the water in that one. “Cold! Fucking cold!” I yelped and the biting chill was back.

“That water got hot way too quickly. You need to cast some magic to lessen the strain on your body storing so much excess magicka. Spam Heal or Frostbite or something.” Mellow urged me and I shook my head.

“I d-don’t know any m-magic!” I yelped and looked at my hands as I tried to focus, my hands burned for a moment like I’d stuck them against the side of a boiling pot of water. That was bad, but it was the right track. I focused on the one bit of magic or technically-magic I did know. In a flash of pale purple light, a Conjured Bow that looked nothing like a Daedric bow in any iteration appeared in my hands. My Destiny bow, only ethereal. Heh, cool beans, but I’m still cooking.

“Drat, okay. This is going to be iffy, but I need you to focus.” Mellow put his right hand over mine, clenching on the bow with a pulse of magicka coursing through my hot and numb hand, banishing the weapon. Then, his hands shined brightly with the white-gold light I knew was Restoration magic at work. “Feel it. How it flows, how it feels on your skin. Imagine it coming from within your hand instead of simply dancing outside of it.”

“Kay.” I weakly replied and focused my pounding head on the task at hand. Heh. Hand. Is it supposed to tingle from my chest all the way to my fingertips? I guess. I tried to push the tingling out of me to make it feel all nice and soothing like the dancing fire on Mellow’s hand that caressed mine. “Ah~...” I moaned in relief as the same white-yellow light danced out of my palm, over my fingers, then climbed up over my arm to the rest of my body.

“Keep it going. You need to vent all of the excess magicka.” Mellow encouraged me and I wasn’t about to stop, so I used my left hand to copy my right hand. I wasn’t physically injured, so Healing wasn’t doing anything besides vent my magicka, which it was notoriously quite good at doing. “Such a shame you were born under the Thief. If you were born under the Mage, Apprentice or especially Atronach, you wouldn’t be having this issue.”

“Maybe Neethsi should fly me to Skyrim so I can use a Standing Stone to swap my stars.” I joked and Mellow furrowed his brow.

“I thought the College of Winterhold figured out the stones after the Archmage made a breakthrough on the Firmament. Did you seriously not see the stones in Soulrest’s largest park?” Mellow said, again throwing off my worldview and I groaned in dismay.

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“So I’ve gotta drain my magicka every day or risk dying from ‘Arcane Fever’ as you’re calling it?” I double-checked with my doctor as he finished drying my tunic and trousers for me with some cantrip spells he said he’d learned from a friend.

“You were about to explode from magicka overload and were in such an advanced feverish state that most clerics, alchemists and doctors would’ve declared you a lost cause. You can go a day or two without casting magic and be fine, but any more than that and you’re just asking to pop like a festering boil cursed by Peryite.” Mellow graphically described and I gagged.

“In that case, I’d better go change my stars. Even if I’m not going to become a mage, I’d rather go about life not having to worry about spontaneous argonian combustion. Are there Standing Stones here in Blackrose too?” It may seem cheap, but I suppose there must be a drawback or other problem with using Standing Stones that aren’t the originals.

“That’s only a temporary fix unless you go to Skyrim and seek out one of the originals. The copies of the stones do change your stars, but only for a week and not in the month of your birth stars. That said, poor folks under the Serpent cannot use the copied stones at all, since technically all and none of the months are their birth date period.” Mellow further informed me and I sighed. Well, getting a week’s reprieve to learn some magic to use everyday would still be nice. Unless I go Atronach, which would be smart. Best sign is the best sign.

“Well, let’s head back to the inn and-I’m about to be-gaug!” I gagged when someone, who I bet is the escaped prisoner, because of course they have to be, clotheslined me and whacked Mellow’s snout due to the height difference between us. I was going to protest when I got a dagger through my shoulder, pinning me to the street and causing me to shriek in pain.

“Yes! A powerful magicka vessel! With this my task will be-urk!” I blinked tears out of my eyes as I watched the rag-garbed Altmer male gurgle on his throwing-knife-punctured throat before a shadowy figure swooped in and finished him off with a dagger through his heart.

“Finally gave himself away. I’m sorry, good citizen, for not stopping him in time to avoid injury.” The raspy voice signature of an argonian said from the pitch-dark hood that seemed to be empty as he knelt down and examined my injury. “What? What is...ma’am. Do not move. I need to fetch a mage. If you do not move, the blade will not let blood drain from you.” He then stood and sped away, leaving me to force myself to remain still and stare up at the blazing hot sun with my friend and doctor unconscious on the road next to me.

All with an apparently magical dagger punched through my shoulder into the street. Just. Peachy! I’ve nearly died twice in as many hours! This day sucks! “I’m getting sick of being fucked over ever since I was Displaced.” I hissed, hoping Neethsi would find us soon. Oh, hello darkness my old friend. I’m back to talk with you again…

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“Awaken. To slumber here in your state is to accept death.” I gasped and sat up in...uh...the fog. The fog that was all turquoise and glowy and there was nothing besides a dull light of the same color all around me. “Be at ease, child. You have not died, yet.” I turned and wondered why a ghost who looked like Gandalf was talking to me. Sure, he was all radiant and looked like he had motes of magic flowing in and out of him, but he was still a ghost.

“Uh, good. Who are you?” I asked while I wondered where I was, but that felt a bit obvious.

“I am Julianos, Divine of Wisdom and Logic. Since Magnus has no desire to associate with his creation due to the bitter truth of Lorkhan’s treachery, I also act in his stead as the God of Magic. As one of the most potent living conduits of Magicka on Nirn, I felt it logical to open dialogue with you in your state of arcane transcendence.” Julianos said reasonably and quite logically. Wow. That was both redundant and really literal.

“Oh.” I replied in acknowledgement and wondered what I should be doing or saying. The last interaction I had with the closest thing to a god, not counting Neethsi if what I’ve gathered about him holds up, was Celestia and she sorta became a mother to me? It was only a few weeks.

“Indeed. Now then, I’m certain you’re already aware of your perilous situation regarding Molag Bal and his impending Second Planemeld, but I cannot force you back into your mortal vessel without annihilating said vessel at the moment. Are there perhaps any questions you wish to ask?” Julianos offered and I quickly had many come to mind now that he’d offered.

“Has there been anyone else like me here?” I asked when the thought crossed my mind first. “What about the risks of introducing new technologies?”

“Believe it or not, visitors from beyond Nirn are not uncommon. However, they tend to be fleeting and barely have the time to contribute much of substance before they are automatically cast back from whence they came. This is also why you are so intriguing. You are the longest-lasting and perhaps even permanent extra-dimensional resident of Nirn since its inception.” Julianos answered fully and I hummed in consideration of my next query.

“How about all of this existence, both Nirn, Oblivion, all things between, being a Dream of an impossibly greater entity?” I questioned and he chuckled happily.

“You can even question reality without risk of zero-summing. Incredible. Yes. The Godhead is the entity that gives the fabric of reality, well, reality. That isn’t to say we’re not alive or have no meaning. The Godhead is in eternal slumber, their sleep something we cannot discern the reason for. All we know for certain is that this isn’t even the first ‘Dream’ so to speak. I can’t remember how many iterations I’ve gone through at the end of each Dream and then finding myself at the beginning again.” Julianso then sighed. “However, that was before everything went off the rails.”

“Huh?” I’m following so far, it’s kinda what I figured, but what could’ve happened then?

“Alduin. He was supposed to be the one to trigger the Dream’s reset. He was meant to devour all, then die. His body would reform into the new reality presented by the Dream. However, now that won’t happen. Can’t happen. This Dream now has no end in sight, no do-overs. We do not know what the future holds, all we know for certain is that there is a future, but the course it takes is once more at a crossroads, with you at the reins.” Julianos stated grimly and I whined.

“Why me?” I mewled pitifully, really wishing I could just go and find my babies, then-. “Wait! My babies! Someone told me they’re here too. Would you know where my babies are?” I asked the Divine and he opened his mouth to answer, but then the fog blew away.

“Apologies. I cannot hold you here without killing you. Your body is no longer channeling enough magicka to ascend you here while alive. Know they live and you will see them again. I am sure of it.” Julianos thrust a palm against my sternum which I just noticed was ghostly-.

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*Gasp!* I bolted up, feeling like if I wasn’t scaled I’d be sweating buckets. I was in a dark room with a dark robed figure sitting at my bedside, holding the dagger the Thalmor had stabbed me with. “Give me that! Julianos was about to-!”

“Welcome you to Aetherius permanently. Your body was beginning to unravel.” The raspy voice under the pitch-dark shadows of the hood informed me and gestured to my shoulder, which I looked at and screamed in horror.

My scales all over my body had split open in a spiral pattern, revealing blue wisps of pure magicka to be all that bound me together. My fear lessened however at the lack of pain and the spiral that had split open my flesh shrunk back to my shoulder, reknitting my scales and leaving a noticeable spiral scar on my collarbone that looked like the Eye of Magnus. I...I was a living Eye of Magnus for a bit! Holy shit! Where did that Thalmor get a relic like that dagger?!

“We would normally hold you for testing, however, Hortator Neethsi has demanded your release due to your status as an unwilling victim in a Thalmor plot to blow up Blackrose and cause a magicka fallout to taint a vast stretch of our country.” The spook in the black robes continued as he placed what I’m calling the Nail of Magnus into a solid iron strongbox. “We’d normally bring such a dire matter to the Council for a vote, however, we feel it best if you weren’t in central Black Marsh for a while, so you’re being sent on your way immediately.”

“Um, thanks?” I asked in bemusement, before I blinked and wondered if this scar on my collarbone is just a scar or if it’s like a Curse Seal from Naruto and I can go all Magnus.

“Do not be thankful. You would do well to change your stars to the Mage, Apprentice, Ritual or Atronach. You’re a ticking bomb of magicka waiting to be unleashed on all around you. By the Hist, what are they thinking? Attuning so heavily to a single argonian. It’s a wonder you haven’t exploded already.” The spook then left and I felt woozy, falling back onto the bed.

Heh, it’s like I’ve become a living ‘Do You Want to Explode?’ meme...zzz…

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