I search for something to protect the woman, but all we have is her armor. I sigh and adjust the vampire armor, making some breast bindings and underwear. However, the rest of the armor won't fit her. I sigh and put the extra material in my bag, strapping the Khajiit's bow to my back. Then, I return to her and motion for her to turn around. I have her raise her arms and outstretch her wings, awkwardly putting the bindings over her tits. When it's secured I go around to her front, assisting the woman in adjusting her chest. It's extremely awkward for the both of us, but her hands are like clawed clubs.
All she can do is tear things apart and shoot spells. Finally, the woman is comfortable and has a little protection over her heart. Not to mention, her breast won't be hindering her fighting abilities. It only takes a few moments for the woman to get into her underpants. It's more for decency than protection, but it at least puts the woman at ease. And, her virgin slit isn't tempting me. A vague thought comes to mind, didn't the woman say she paid some whores to service her? She said only one of them did, but she didn't exactly give me any details. I can at least infer the woman didn't take the Khajiit's innocence, or didn't know how. My thoughts are stopped by a loud hiss, and a spider like metal contraption seeming to come out of nowhere and charging us.
It leaps at me, but a gigantic grey hand hits it in midair. The creature seems to explode, oil splattering both of us. I flick the substances off, bits of metal showering down around us. I look over at my friend, the woman's face awed and impressed. She shakes the goo from her hand, continuing to walk deeper in the ruin. Her gait is off and unnatural, but she doesn't seem to want to take to the air. It's not surprising. I've never seen her use a single spell that wasn't healing, and her clawed hands seem to do more damage than normal. As we keep going I tell her, "When I have the chance I'll try to find you some real robes, like my father has. Only better.".
The woman absentmindedly nods, adjusting her wings for more comfort as her clawed feet scratch the floor. Suddenly, another hiss is heard. Another spider comes at us, leaping at my friend. She opens her jaws, sinking her fangs into the monster. She shakes her head like a dog with a rabbit in its mouth, metal flying and oil spraying everywhere. The vampire stops shaking her head, the metal creature in her jaws still twitching. My friend sinks her fangs deeper into the monster, electricity sparking and the creature giving one final twitch. The vampire lord drops the creature, spitting out oil, some mechanical fluid, and a small amount of her own blood. The woman keeps walking and I follow her, my friend snatching a handful of snow when we pass a pile.
She shoves the snow into her mouth and spits it out, ridding herself of the taste of the dwemer spider. We continue down the mighty ruins, but don't run into trouble for a while. When we do it's in the form of a gigantic metal man like machine, his arms like swords as he rides a metal ball. He slashes at both of us, forcing us to leap back. My companion roars and grabs onto his arms, snapping her jaws at his head. The monster lets lose a jet of steam, my friend howling in pain. I instantly leap onto the machine's back, grabbing some metal tubing and beginning to rip. My friend takes the opportunity to sink her fangs into his metal chest, gnawing away.
The metal beast falls, my friend quickly finding snow to rub on her wounds. Wordlessly, we both keep going. I can already tell this ruin is going to be deep and long. Not good. The bleak stone walls are wet and dirty, snow and ice is piled in every corridor, and metal rummage is everywhere. The air is freezing, the floor is slick, and it's slowly getting darker. It's a good thing we can see in the dark, or else we would be fighting blind. Suddenly, we hear someone talking ahead of us. My friend doesn't even falter, already preparing her claws to kill something. We come upon a hunched over Khajiit, a dead Khajiit beside him. The living one has a bottle of something in his hands, and screams when he sees us.
The man doesn't even hesitate to attack us, flying towards my friend. Her claw easily shreds his chest open, blood spewing everywhere. I move to leave, but my friend begins rummaging around in the two men's things. She takes three bottles of liquid, and puts them in my bag. I reach to look at them, but decide better of it and just follow my already walking friend. We continue in silence for a long while, the only noise those coming from machines throughout the ruin. We run into a few small enemies, but my companion easily takes care of them. Then, we run into real foes. Naked, pale, and disgusting human like creatures.
The falmer. My ice spikes and flames easily take care of them, and any that come within my companion's reach are ripped apart. We easily strut through the ruin, nothing standing in our way. We run into a few puzzles, and those take us a while to solve. I honestly can't remember the puzzles, they're too boring and tiring to even think about. And, I'm the only one who can solve them. My companion is obviously smart, but can't get her thoughts across in her current form. She can't even help do things, her hands are only good for mauling. Finally, we begin to reach the end of the ruin. We climb the stone steps, both of us worse for wear. My companion's chest armor is almost shredded, giving me a generous look at her breast. My own armor is dented and dirty, my cape long gone.
We reach the top of the steps, and the sight that greets us is horrible. A gigantic metal warrior is standing still, but begins to move when he sees us. I ready my magic, but my friend simply freezes. Her fanged mouth is open in shock, her black eyes focused on the gigantic creature that's gathering its bearings. I quickly tell her, "Come on, you can do this!". She shakes her head, one clawed foot moving backward. I hiss, "Don't run, he'll sense weakness.". Her clawed toes dig into the ice, and I see her shift her weight onto her back foot. Her wings begin to flutter, and her arms are shaking. I reach out, the dwarven monster still trying to get his rusted joints to move.
I quickly take her clawed hand in mine and promise, "You can do this. I know you can.". The vampire swallows, but stops getting ready to run away. She digs her claws into the ground, prepares her hands to fight, and starts to flap her wings. The dwarven warrior is now free, his metal head turning to find us. I get ready to throw a spike of ice at him, but a grey blur hits him before I can. My friend roars, latching onto the monster's breastplate. She sinks her fangs into the metal, her clawed hands and feet scratching his chest. Her wings are buffeting him, but he still stands firm. However, his weapons can't reach her. He lets lose a blast of hot steam, but it comes out a foot below the vampire. All the monster can do is flail his arms, my friend going to work on him.
Oil, fluids, and coolant are pouring from the mechanical marvel. My friend screams, grabs onto his chest plate, and begins flapping her wings are fast as she can. A deep groaning resonates around the room, and the golden armor cracks off its owner. My friend falls to the ground, the metal on top of her. In an instant I'm beside her, yanking her out from beneath the heavy metal. We both stand, looking at our naked opponent. Steam is pouring from the wires that run all over his body, gears and pumps are constantly moving, liquids are pouring and flowing everywhere, and springs are working inside of it.
The metal skeleton is tremendous, but offers no protection. My friend once again leaps, this time at the creature's naked gears. It's not that good of an idea. She rips at his naked gears, and boiling hot fluids and steam come pouring out at her. She screams in pain, but keeps ripping at the opponent. She rips out springs, gears, and pumps. The monster slowly tries to attack, but collapses while his innards are ripped out. My friend comes from the rubble, large areas of her skin covered in red welts and inflamed with heat. I quickly go to her, already preparing the single healing spell I know. The Khajiit shakes her head and tries to back away, but her leg buckles and she falls to one knee. Even kneeling she's still taller than me.
I take the opportunity to cast my spell, my friend's skin slowly healing. She doesn't look pleased that I've used magic on her, but she doesn't fight back. When we're both healed I begin walking, my friend beside me. How long have we been down here? How many more falmer and dwemer contraptions can one ruin have? We've passed through multiple puzzles, slain a multitude of enemies, and gotten lost more than once. It's like the maze never ends. Is that possible? A maze that constantly keeps expanding, never an end to be found. Sounds like something a daedric prince would do. I know I'd do it if I was a prince.
My friend and I come to a square pedestal, a hole in the middle. My friend grabs her body, then freezes and growls in anger. I sigh and ask, "You left the cube and sphere at the start didn't you?". She nods, not meeting my eyes. I sigh and turn around, telling her, "Stay.". It takes me hours, but I finally have what we need and am back. I can't believe the woman forgot her things, they were just lying on the floor. Oh well, complaining didn't make the walk any shorter. My friend smiles when she sees me, but looks ashamed. I pat her on the shoulder and tell her, "Don't worry, everyone screws up once in a while. The worst thing that happened is my legs are sore.". The Khajiit looks greatly relieved.
I walk over and move to put the sphere in the hole, but two figures appear from behind the stone pillars. They both begin blabbering at one another, but I simply look at my friend and mouth, 'How long were they there?'. She shrugs and I shake my head, the two people still talking. I put the sphere in the hole, a staircase revealed. My friend and I quickly do down, opening a door and walking through it. We shut and lock the door behind us, then stare dumbfound at the world around us. It's like another planet, the cave roof so far up that clouds are able to form inside. Glowing plants, strange lighting, and majestic sights greet us wherever we look. I pat my friend's back and tell her, "Come on, we have a scroll to find.".
I've considered what work to do next, and have settled on the Potema/Dovahkiin one. Although after A New Order is over, I'll seriously consider writing a sequel to Disgusting. But for right now be on the lookout for The Wolf Queen's Bitch.