Janey yawned as she felt her sweater stretch along the seams. The rather tight thing was second to none for warmth. She scratched her smooth, pale skin along her cheek as she ran her other hand through to get her long hair, now in a ponytail with a single stubborn lock that never seemed to stay. She began her dreadfully slow trek to bed, her tiredness betraying her eagerness move. Granted, it was to sleep, but her excitement at the prospect was solid 10/10.
After working two back to back 12-hour shifts, she was beat. Her feet, padding along the soft carpet of her room, finally settled along her peach-colored blankets. With an unceremonious sigh, she plopped into the thing. It's warm folds enveloped her, robbing her of any will to resist. She grabbed a remote for something to sleep to. Some background noise if you will…
She felt her limbs go limp as her higher functions began giving up. Sleep was soon to take her, much to her relief. Janey's copper-red hair, matting against the pillow disturbed her little in comparison to the promise of the sweet release of sleep. With a strange cartoon bouncing in her eardrums, she finally let her eyes droop and her breathing to slow. It was time to sleep and she wasn't going to put up a fight.
Immediately, her eyes shot open. All feeling was stripped of her, a cold misty void encompassed her. Her head whipped back and forth, her mind running on habit. Though, strangely, she felt no fear. She glanced to her hands, now noticing a thin blue film seemed to waft off of her. It was only on closer inspection that she noticed she was slightly translucent. It was faint, but on the backdrop of the void, it became much easier to notice. She touched her arm, noticing the faint sensation of heat. In her current condition, the ever so slight feeling of warmth was pure bliss.
Just as her hands began to shake with anticipation of the warmth and to mourn its absence, a voice called out to her. It was male and held authority of the likes that made her feel as if she were speaking to something with more power than she could hope to comprehend. Her awe completely stunted her mind, shutting down any idea other than listening.
"Janey Ross of Earth," The way it identified her left no room to not acknowledge its presence so she felt her knees hit the floor, "We have summoned you here. You will serve our purpose and you shall do it as we say."
She wanted to object, or even ask why but the words died even before they left her brain. Her body seemed to compulsively understand the will of the one speaking. Her body nodded desperately, so hard in fact that she felt it was going to pop off.
"I see even if your mind is underdeveloped, your soul truly understands the blessings you've received."
The voice paused for a moment, seeming to finally relent at her confusion.
"I will explain your situation, child. I am Akatosh, one of the deities Tamriel and what lies beyond it. You live in one such place but due to my absence, your species has lost touch with divinity. Your mind no longer sees me as a deity, now I am relegated to mere entertainment." For once, the god's indifference seems to border something more, but in a flash, it disappears again, "A fellow deity of mine wishes to destroy your world for its sins, but I am nothing if not merciful so I have spared your world on a bet. Now, you may have some questions."
The weight that seemed to pound her lifted instantly in response to Akatosh's permission.
Janey felt one question burn in her mind.
"Why?" She choked out, mind screaming out in anguish at the potential loss of her entire world
"Why make the bet? Creating your mortal realm was difficult, even without Magicka, a barely managed to avoid the same fate as Lorkhan when creating your realm. I wouldn't have the remaining power repair any damage she did. For that, I am sorry."
"Why me ?"
"To put it simply… your potential is better suited for resisting her plans. She intends to break your mind and force your soul into submission by traumatizing you. I know her best, and while I cannot be specific as to why you would be resistant to this, I can say that you are unique to your world in these capabilities."
"Would I ever get to see my family again, my world even?"
"Not if you wish to survive this. The things she plans to throw at you are insidious and she may even rope the Daedra into her plans. Simply put, any one thing they do will kill you. Your body is not designed to handle the trials ahead. I can adapt it, making you able to survive, even thrive, but it will permanently cut you from your world. You will be as someone from Tamriel."
"You keep mentioning this goddess who plans to destroy Earth, who is she?"
"Dibella"
"Figured," Janey sighed out, running a hand through her hair, "I guess I have no choice. If I go back, I'll die. If I go to Tamriel, I've at least got a shot of living. So, how do you plan on blessing me and what is my goal?"
"Each mortal soul of your realm contains a tiny fragment of a part of my soul. I must merely link your soul to mine and you will be like my kin. You will kill my eldest son, Alduin."
"Dragons?"
"Yes, you will be Dovakiin. You will be the first to be a Dovakiin of Akatosh though."
"And that makes a difference?" Janey raised an eyebrow
"All Dragonborn grow in strength as they kill dragons. Their souls must. But just as my firstborn, Alduin, you will grow in strength as you consume souls. Not only in the use of the Dragon tongue as would be like other Dovakiin, but your strength, will, and fitness will increase as you take more souls into yourself."
"Interesting. Anything else?"
"Due to the changes Dibella has made to Tamriel, it may not be as you expect. It is a much darker place. One of… corruption and horrific diseases, parasites, and afflictions of all kinds. The wildlife obeys her command. Due to some of the things she has done, I have… improved your body for the trials ahead. Now, our time has become short, I can answer one last thing or provide one last request please, as my champion, name your price."
Janey didn't even need to think.
"Place a fake corpse of myself in my bed. Make it look like I had a stroke. I don't want my family agonizing over potentially finding me."
"Of course. Thank you, Champion. May my light guide you."
Janey wordlessly stared on as warmth encompassed her, radiating from the core of her chest. It felt like a miniature blazing sun, ready to be unleashed. She could feel it pulse and throb as if it were her heartbeat. Her skin seemed to harden slightly, though it didn't seem to affect the texture at all. Finally, any pressure her clothing held on her seemed to vanish as she shrunk slightly. Her breasts, a former DD, now resided at a simple B cup. The pudge she had developed in her late teens vanished too. Her stomach was flat and her clothes were baggy now. Her age seemed to not change, but her body was definitely more suited for what would await her.
With the transformation complete, she gave one snarky line that brought a smile to the god's face.
"Beam me up, Scotty."
Her head ached. her mind was in shambles but she held her thoughts together long enough to sort out the mess that was contained within. She shook her head as she began to gain her bearings. Her hearing was the first to become clear. The squeaks and groans unique to a wooden carriage, the clops of a horseshoe on stone.
"Hey, you're awake! You got caught trying to cross the border like that horse thief."
"If not for those damned Imperials, I'd have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfel. With the Stormcloaks about, the Imperials haven't been as lazy." The thief paused a moment before settling down, "Who's that?"
He nodded to what Janey could tell was Ulfric Stormcloak.
"Watch your tongue, that's Jarl Ulfric, the true High King of Skyrim!"
"If that's Ulfric… where are they taking us?"
Janey finally spoke up, her voice a tone higher than it had been originally.
"Where do you think? The block." She tried to muster as much bravado for the line as she could
She definitely wasn't the courageous type in her former life, but she felt the urge to be so now. Was this a symptom of being Dovakiin? Dragons were proud and courageous creatures after all…
"The lass is right. We'll die like men."
Janey raised an eyebrow at the turn of phrase, almost finding it funny.
It was a short while and a bit of rambling from the thief before they reached the end where they were funneled off the wagon. It was, at that point, that she noticed the first major departure from the Skyrim she had played years ago. The captain's armor was… significantly less protective than the original, only barely covering her lower half and acting as a metal bra for her upper half. Since no one seemed to question the attire, she let it slide. She wasn't exactly opposed to the view. If this was all Dibella had in store, this might be an easier journey than she thought it would.
She frowned.
That was just asking for murphy's law to kick her in the ass.
By the time her internal conflict had been resolved, one man was headless.
"Next, the border jumper!" She was surprised that no mention of her was taken
She was led to the chopping block where her head was placed. As the headsman lifted his ax, the first twinge of doubt entered her, seeing the blade gleaming in the cloudless day, ready to pounce at her neck began to eat at her psyche. Moments later though, her savior arrived.
Alduin.
His black scales seemed to glitter in the sunlight, a reaper of worlds stood before her. She could feel the same glow in her chest within him, except her's felt like a candle to his raging inferno but simultaneously an abyss. Her eyes darted along the dragon, committing his form to memory. In her moment of weakness though, the abyss stared back. His glare, blood-red eyes, and piercing yellow irises bore into her. Both stared for what seemed to be an eternity before Alduin spoke a single word in the dragon tongue.
"Briinah." His words seemed to echo within her, causing a warm almost fuzzy feeling to well within her
A word came to her mind, but as she tried to speak it, the force seemed to die in her throat. It was almost like speaking while choking, so she managed the best she could.
"Zeymah." She mouthed, her face hardening as she realized the meaning of the two words
Zeymah means brother, and Briinah meant sister.
Alduin knew. Fear danced in her eyes a moment and upon seeing it, Alduin looked away, focusing on dishing out his wrath on the rest of the area but before he took off, he said something that Janey understood immediately.
"Dii Kah Los Mul. Zu'u Fen Ni Ahraan Aan Goraan Briinah. Lahney Pruzaan Ahrk Luft Zu'u Fod Hi Los Hevno."
[My pride is strong. I will not hurt a younger sister. Live better and face me when you are challenging.]
"Come on! Do you want to die to that dragon?! Get in here or you'll be scorched alive!" She heard the Stormcloak call to her, so she followed
A/N:
*WARNING*
This contains various fetishes and sexual preferences that most people are not into. I wrote this with myself in mind and understand the fact that these fetishes are not normal, nor are they socially acceptable. I understand this. Now without further ado, the list of fetishes in this that I know of so far.
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Beastiality
Inflation
Eggs
Egg Insertion
Body modification
Transformation
Minor Bondage
Pregnancy
Unbirth
Drugs
Large Insertions
Transformation
Exhibitionism
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These fetishes are bound to grow as I include more into this, so if you are ok with this, you might want to check back with this every once in a while.
This was originally posted on AO3 and I am only posting it here for easier community feedback and the higher userbase.