Looks like I'm back on the Kuroinu idea train, aren't I? After all, you can tell from the title of the chapter heading. Again, a super short recap of what Kuroinu is for the uninitiated:
It's a hentai-doujin where fetishized but bad sexual things happen to cute/hot anime girls who are resistant at first but give in to "forced" situations because they come to like it either because they do like it (in the case of Primm and Alicia to an extent) or are brainwashed (as Maia is) into it. The way the world works? Hentai logic as the revealing armor worn by the women in any other medium would be seen as completely impractical as it does little to protect anything. But yet, it works.
Moving on from there, yeah that's an extreme summary of Kuroinu for the uninitiated. The h-doujin or animation isn't for everyone because of the obvious themes in it. Though, some are into it due to the stereotypes of the girls present as well as the fetishy situations they find themselves in. You have Olga/Origa, Chloe, and Celestine who are all elves and the former of the two dark elves; both of which have their own fetishes by just being elves on top of dark skin, and Celestine with the MILFy body type too. Then you have Luu-Luu, the shortstack who gets into big size difference situations. Primm, the corruptible cutie who was once innocent and pure. Claudia, the outright MILF who hasn't had a kid yet. Maia, the tomboy. Kaguya, the priestess who only allows it in the "back door." Alicia, the broken "badass" trope who may have a thing for her cousin (and vice versa). The point being there's a character for everyone to like in terms of anime stereotypes.
Alright, a recap of Kuroinu done. Now, what are we crossing this over with today? Well, I've been reading a few Skyrim crossovers with Kuroinu lately and I got an idea to do a bit of a different type of character. One that Sheogorath would be proud of. In other crossovers that I've been interested in, I've seen a dude reborn into the Kuroinu world but with Skyrim powers and a Dragonborn mage. There are shockingly few TES and Kuroinu crossovers. But then again, an h-doujin on a site that had a "lewd" purge a few years ago, it does sort of make sense in a cosmic way. But as for our intrepid hero transported to Eostia? He's going to be insane, but not quite insane. I do want to bring humor to this fic, so at random times this character will have some "Deadpool"-like moments where he makes references or breaks the 4th wall slightly, but then doesn't remember what or why he said it and blames Sheogorath for it as attempting to question him is to tempt madness. This will confuse both ally and enemy alike which will work wonders mid-battle where he needs to throw off an enemy's attention to gain the upper hand. It will also be a bit of a running gag too.
So, where am I going to start and where is it going to go? Well, in terms of starting, I'm going to go the "tropey" route and start shortly before the final battle at Origa's tower in terms of the Kuroinu storyline as the main goal of the (crazy) male protagonist is to prevent the things to come for the Seven Sheilds. Just because he's crazy doesn't mean he doesn't have a sense of "right" and "wrong." As for Skyrim, it will be after all DLC and the vanilla game. So, Dawnguard, Dragonborn, and Hearthfire (though this is going to be more building personal getaways and stash houses rather than adopting orphans). Most guild quests will also be completed as everyone is wont to do since you're not locked out of doing one guild because you're doing another's, unlike the civil war questline which does for factions. Not to mention you're not locked out of Daedric artifacts either unless you outright miss them or decline them outright.
Title: [undecided]
Rating: M, clearly. It's Kuroinu as the crossover property.
Pairing(s): m!OC Dragonborn human x Kuroinu girls (Origa, Chloe, Celestine, Primm, Alicia, Claudia [will have plot reasons for her inclusion when reached], Kaguya, Maia, Luu-Luu). Yep, this will be a harem fic. Any additional persons may be subject to change as well as characters based on the appearance of other characters from other series entirely.
Summary: Being the Dragonborn has never been good for one's health. Being such a person brings adventure, sure; but it also brings a lot of danger. For example, having to save the world from a soul-eating dragon son of Akatosh. That was fun. Or destroying a vampire society. Or fighting another Dragonborn who wishes to take over the world. That's fun too. Getting transported to another world by the mad Daedric prince for his own amusement should have been something that was expected at this point. Get ready Eostia, for the Dragonborn comes and he is very confused.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Skyrim/TES belongs to Bethesda and the god-emperor Todd Howard, and Kuroinu to those that have it. I only own this specific iteration of this idea's concept. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
WARNING: Kuroinu is based on a hentai doujin/animation. It is not for those under age and contains content that is not appropriate for all ages as well as content that is not for everyone for various reasons. If you are sensitive to content for this h-doujin which includes "forced" situations (and that's the nice way of saying it) in the source material, you may want to skip over this entry. Because of this, there will be "adult" or "lewd" topics either discussed or mentioned in various levels of detail. If you proceed past this content warning, you accept all risks of going forward and hold sole responsibility for doing so. You cannot blame me for not liking something beyond this point that may reference or involve that type of content. If you are alright with this kind of content proceed and welcome aboard.
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[Play: Baba O'Riley – The Who]
There's a man kitted out in strangely ornate armor running out of a spire-like fortress dragging two scantily-clad dark elf women behind him. One of the two dark elves was elder than the other and had jet black hair whereas the younger had slightly lighter skin and platinum blonde hair. The man was an oddity, he wore what looked like black, obsidian-like armor that appeared to 'breathe' red lights. Behind them was a massive fireball.
Now, you may be wondering what lead our intrepid cast of characters to this point in their lives. How I got here. That's right, 'Mister Scary Armor' is me. My name? Ulfgar Bjariksen and I am the Dragonborn. What is a 'Dragonborn?' Well, it's a person 'blessed' with the soul of a dragon. Did I mention it is cursed as well? Allow me to explain.
I was born to a father and mother, both Nords by the way, and lived in a small village on the outskirts of Cyrodill. Ma tended the home but could easily fight off a bear with her bare hands. Or a spoon. Pa tended the fields and worked part-time with the local smith when we needed the extra coin. Based on Nord naming, you may be able to tell my father's name was Bjarik. After all, Bjariksen is 'son of Bjarik.' When I was eighteen, I left home for places unknown. Adventure awaits! A few years passed and I found myself back in my motherland: Skyrim. However, what I didn't know was that there was a civil war going on and because I crossed the border in a previously free-to-do manner. Because of that I was arrested and then tried and almost executed for returning home. As this was initiated by the Imperials, a country of whom I thought I was pretty loyal to before this, they sort of pissed me off. Pissed off enough where I played both sides of the Skyrim Civil War like a fiddle. War profiteering for the win! But I only let the Empire win because they do have more long-term stability than the Stormcloaks.
So, I escape getting my head lopped off by the untimely appearance of a dragon, turns out he was Akatosh's favorite once upon a time. Then these guys with long, gray beards – oddly enough called the Greybeards – summon me to their monastery on the top of the tallest mountain in Skyrim all to tell me that I'm a 'Dragonborn.' Apparently, I was chosen to be born with the soul of a dragon by the 'grace' of Akatosh, not that my mother secretly cheated on my father with a dragon or that my father was a dragon in disguise. Though the logistics of it working this way disturbs me in ways you cannot imagine. Bestiality. Disgusting degenerates truly worthy of Slaneesh and crucifixion. Where was I? Oh yeah, Dragonborn.
So, I embark on an epic quest going from the tallest mountain to the deepest of dwemer depths (and the afterlife) to defeat Alduiin. But wait, there's more! You better hold onto your seats! So, there are these guilds, basically high-end fraternities if we're being honest here, that I all ended up joining and becoming the 'master' of. Mage's guild – aka College of Winterhold? Archmage and head professor. Dark Brotherhood? Head assassin and Speaker. Companions? Essentially the head of the lodge. Thieves Guild? Master Thief. If there was a guild, I was at the head of it. I don't know why; I don't know-how. I just was. Then I embarked on an adventure to this place to Fort Dawnguard where a bunch of amateur vampire hunters were gathering a militia of random villagers to fight against a vampire lord – which, if you didn't know had lived for hundreds of years to gather power, acolytes, and experience – which needed the help of the Dragonborn. I can't imagine why.
Luckily, I had earned the trust and loyalty of the vampire lord's daughter Serena. Then again, I don't think her trust was that hard to win considering she was out for a bit of revenge against her father considering he locked her away for innumerable decades. Also… I think she had a little something for me too. Apparently, she had been turned in her late teens after her father became a powerful vampire and hormones sort of… stewed over time. So, yeah. Awkward.
After that adventure, I found myself in Sothsteim where a previous Dragonborn went batshit crazy and wanted to conquer the world. Got to admire the ambition though. With the assistance of a Daedric Lord who he had crossed, I beat him. After that, I just traveled the world looking for more Daedric artifacts to both collect and keep out of the hands of those that would use them for evil. Well, mostly because it was a collection and I wanted to catch them all. That, and if they got into the hands of the power-hungry, I'd have to deal with them sooner or later which means less time for the things I want to do. But one Daedric lord that was by far the most confusing, and the one who broke my mind, was Sheogorath: the prince of madness.
His tasks for me were by far the most bizarre. Turns out he had the mind of one of the former kings of Solitude trapped in an endless loop. Well, I freed him from the loop, but Sheogorath decided that he needed a minion and gifted me his Wabbajack. The one thing about gifts from Daedric lords is that they always come with strings attached. The string that I had pulled was that ye lord thought that a world he had been watching for some time had been chaotic, it wasn't fun. And that's where I come in. It was fun. I had the Wabbajack ergo I could spread the fun. Did I mention that I was exposed to the Void Between Worlds? I saw things, man. SO many things.
"Why are you just standing there?" the older dark elf shouted. "Run!"
"Oh, yeah," I said in reply before starting to run again.
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I felt myself falling. And I felt cold. That could only mean one thing: I was falling from the sky. I opened my eyes to see that, yes, I was falling. I looked down to see a castle not unlike the ones in the Empire's heart quickly approaching me – well, more like me approaching it – with what appeared to be a full-blown battle going on. I couldn't fly, I mean, no species in Skyrim could except dragons themselves. Except there were rumors of a spell out in the southern reaches of the continent about a spell that could. Or, wait. It made you fly up but without a controlled descent. I didn't use that on me, did I?
When I was two hundred fifty meters above the ground I Shouted, "Feim Zii Gron!" Immediately my physical form disappeared and resembled a ghost. And it happened just in time as not a second later I slammed into the cobblestone road. Now, the thing that the Greybeards may not tell you, is that while you incur no damage from falling from a height, it doesn't mean you don't feel it. Feel the air being forced from your lungs momentarily. I suppose it's just the way to prevent those that use the Voice from 'running away from the real world,' I suppose.
I picked myself up and dusted myself off as hordes of monsters ran around my ethereal form. They looked like things I had seen before, but many were much different. There were what appeared to be trolls, but they weren't the 3-eyed ones I was used to. There were orcs, but they seemed to be more savage than any of the orcs I had come across before. There were even what looked like goblins and imps. The only reason I even knew they existed is that I would read while in my many homes that came with books from those that left them behind. What disturbed me is that they were going after the women of the town and slaughtering the men. I knew I had a few moments before the Shout wore off, and equipped a Nordic two-handed and I squared myself up to the largest of the monsters. As the shout wore off, I Shouted again, "Mul Qah Diiv!" Ethereal, dragon-like armor appeared around me. I swung and cleaved the troll's legs off before severing its head. The monsters turned around to see what appeared to be a monster of a man wielding a sword that should be, for all intents and purposes, too large for him.
It didn't take too long to dispatch this small group of enemies. Giants or dragons I had fought in my time as an adventurer were infinitely more difficult. I propped my sword on my shoulder and scratched the stubble of hair I had on my chin. In the distance, I could hear the sounds of more fighting. Figured the monsters already had an incursion, may as well help the locals beat them back while I'm here. I found myself among the bodies of a lot of different races – both military and civilians – as well as the bodies of the slain monsters. I looked around the corner of a wall to see where the largest melee was taking place – it appeared that the group of monsters came by because of a small group that broke through.
I didn't waste any time joining the melee. It'd been some time since I'd been able to cut loose.
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The Siege of Ken was coming to a close. It had been touch-and-go for many days. The city forces would defend the walls while monsters would attempt to invade. Then the garrison would push forward but would then be repulsed by another wave of monsters. The final one broke down the main gate and a flood of monsters invaded. It was only thanks to the specific individual in front of the Goddess Reborn Celestine that they won the battle. The man was different indeed. She felt the magic bleeding off of him. On one hand, it felt like her own race's magic, but on the other, there was a much darker, more primal magic radiating from him. It left a primal urge in the back of her mind repeating the same word over and over again: 'submit.' Though whether it was the 'bow down and worship/follow' type or the 'submit carnally' type of submission, she could not tell.
He held his horned helmet under his arm as he looked around the room like he had never seen this type of construction before. The armor was black and had red, glowing highlights which looked like they breathed. Or like smoldering embers of a fire. On his back was a silver-steel sword which glinted in the light as if polished with care and on the flat of the blade had forged decorations of the same metal which made it as interesting to look at as much as it was deadly. As for the man underneath the armor, based on his facial features he was a human with pale skin and dark hair. In fact, he looked like a less scarred and more 'civilized' Vult, if she was to be honest – something with how he carried himself. But there was something else about him, more… aloof.
"Brave warrior," Celestine began, "we of the city of Ken thank you for your aid against the dark forces of Origa, the dark witch. Our citizens are in your debt. May we know the name of our savior?"
"Ulfgar Bjariksen," he replied with a bow. She noted his extreme accent as well as his politeness. He was accustomed to royalty or higher levels of authority and general customs regarding them.
"You come from afar?"
"Aye, I do. From the frozen north," he replied. She could feel like something was a bit off with the reply. It was both truthful but not at the same time. He knew something she didn't. But this was a time for the celebration of heroism, not an interrogation.
"You are a seasoned warrior and mage. I seek to implore you about employing you to make use of your skills to defeat the Dark Witch for good."
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There were a few things that I had heard about this 'dark witch' named Origa. She was dark alright, a dark elf. It turns out while some facial features were the same as back home, elves here were vastly different. Take, for example, the elf name Celestine in front of me. This specific 'mer,' as she would, was pale-skinned (but not sickly pale) with green eyes and long blonde hair. She was slightly taller than the tallest man in the room – which would make her close to seven feet tall if you used Imperial standard units – and was as buxom and had as wide as hips as someone who had likely had children in the past. She was very different from the mer/elf that I was used to interacting with. It turns out that the dark elves of this land – dunmer equivalent – were sort of like her but with dark olive or tan skin tone, and they also practiced more dark types of magic.
There were apparently dwarves here and… they weren't as I expected. They were… short. Allegedly the Falmer were the dwemer once upon a time as one theory back home stated. Then there was even a shorter race: the half-lings. They were only a few inches shorter than the dwarf I had been introduced to, but this woman was something different. Had the height and body proportions of a child, but had proportional hips and bust size of a woman who happened to be short. It was… weird. Cute, but weird. There weren't any other aligned species that matched what I had back home. No argonians, no kajit, no other types of humans. Everyone appeared to be a mix between Breton and Nord. Take, for example, the man who introduced himself earlier to me as Vult. He kind of looked like me, only with more scars, and favored lighter, leather armor rather than my heavier – yet somehow light – daedric armor.
"I seek to implore you about employing you to make use of your skills to defeat the Dark Witch for good," Celestine had said and was waiting for my response. I contemplated my options. As I did a voice popped into my head.
"You know, as the Prince of Madness, even I have a point where there's enough kind of a specific madness and other needs to take its place," Sheogorath's voice echoed in my mind. My mind flashed back to the void I had floated in before being dropped out of the sky. "There's this little planet out in the middle of the multiverse that's about to have a Slaneesh-level of madness overtake it, but it's not my kind of madness. Alternate versions of this world have played out numerous times and it goes like this: warrior wants a harem country to fuck as many whores as he wants without paying, allies with an all-female government to defeat a mutual enemy, strikes back at it while their defenses are weak after defeating the common baddie, and decides to turn the female inhabitants into sex-addicted slaves to pleasure."
"Alright, so what do you want me to do about it?" I ask the prince.
"Many gods have had their crack at this world in different clones of the same world. Some have made it better, some have made it worse and failed, others still had their champions take it over for themselves. And now? It's my turn. I'm sending you, my most successful champion, to cause madness in this world. The fun kind. You can join the guy who's going to make a sex country, have a hostile takeover and have it all for yourself, play the 'goodie two shoes' hero, or a bit of all the above and more! The world is your perverted oyster!" he said excitedly. "But you have to cause madness and bear my Wabbajack!" I felt what was like an elbow on my shoulder. "Think about it, there are cute and buxom princesses just waiting to be rescued and willing to repay the favor over, and over, and over again."
And I did think about it. It wasn't like I had a lot going on back in Skyrim or on Tamriel itself. My parents had passed some time ago, not long after giving Alduin a beat-down in fact. Had a small thing going on with Serena, but it wasn't anything serious. Had some properties but they were mainly places I just stashed things at and rested at for a short time; I had left instructions on what to do with each property with each jarl in case I either died or went missing beyond a reasonable timeframe.
"Sure, why not?" I reply. This is what I had said to Sheogorath, and what I said to Celestine.
"Wonderful!" Celestine said happily. "Welcome, ser Bjariksen."
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Meanwhile in another plane of existence…
The Goddess Eos looked down upon her troubled world. Eons of the same experiment tried and failed, but nothing could solve the root of her issue. Time and time again the Black Dogs would rise up, take over her reincarnation's kingdom and sully both her and her chosen knights both bodily and spiritually forcing her to restart the same cycle over and over again. There had been plans she had set in motion that had either worked or didn't.
One of her largest failures was a chosen knight raised from Celestine's own order of 'adopted' children, brought up in Eos's grace and love. He had been corrupted by Vult when they defeated Origa, tricking him into believing that his parents were dead because of Celestine's Order of Princess Knights' never-ending war with Origa. When the time came for Ken to be captured and Celestine's virginity pillaged, it was her own adopted son of a knight who did steal it; his 'pound of flesh' for betraying Celestine. She did not hold a grudge towards this boy-turned-man, only sadness, and empathetic pity.
There was another where an outsider from her world was brought to it. He took over the Black Dogs and while he was less cruel than Vult, the Princess Knights still lost themselves in the corruptive throughs of carnal pleasure, losing themselves along the way. One of her most successful attempts to end this vicious circle was a man who died well before his time but was Vult was stopped and the man's sacrifice honored by all. Why couldn't she win?
"Maybe because you keep thinking inside the box?" a man's voice said from beside her. She jolted as she tried to figure out how he had snuck up on her. "Do you know what the definition of insanity is? Doing the same task over and over again, the same way, but expecting a different result."
"It's you, Sheogorath," Eos said as she rounded on him. "Has your chosen been brought forth?"
"Oh, he made it alright. Had a bit of a chaotic landing," he laughed.
"Are you sure he's the right man for this important task?"
The daedric prince shrugged. "The right man? Maybe not. But a man who can get things done? Certainly."
Eos looked at the glowing ring that surrounded the model of her planet – a representation of the 'prime timeline' of Vult corrupting her nation and chosen reincarnation, a small branch growing from it. It continued to keep going. Perhaps there was hope for a happy ending after all.
To be continued…?
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That's all I have for this idea. Yeah, I know it's sort of short. There are a couple of reasons. The first is that I'm not entirely sure how to pull the crackish feel of a comedy reliant on references and specific setups. The second reason is that I have no idea how I want to proceed in this fic other than I want it to start before Vult's betrayal and pre-assault on Origa's fortress. The main thing is that I just want to set up the idea to come back to later.
So, story things. First, in terms of lore and appearance, the adult half-lings will be shortstacks. This is more out of personal comfort than anything else as the representation of them in the source material is… a danger zone. The second is that all characters directly spoken about in lewd situations (the Kuroinu girls on top of named additions) will be all above the age of eighteen for the same reason. For the plot, the story will take place shortly before the final Origa battle on her land and will continue from the main plot of the doujin. Our Nord Dragonborn hero will help each Princess Knight battle off the Kuroinu invader force and will fall for him. A pretty standard formula. The main challenge will be making it interesting. And smut in and of itself will only make an idea so interesting, it has to be able to survive without it even being in there in the first place.
In terms of other story ideas, I currently have 3 other Kuroinu based fic ideas. One of the two being worked on next is either a Metro based one or a Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild based one (there's also an Ocarina of Time one too which will use a completely different concept than BoTW, but that one may not happen for a while). I do have a couple of other ideas as well including an attempt to take on the meme which is the wholesome orc guy and lewd elf girl. Since that's an original fic idea, that may take even longer to come out because of the project scope. It sounded like a fun idea, so we'll see where that one goes since it's supposed to be a comedy. I'm also still working on that one Star Wars idea. Remember that? The one that was supposed to encompass all of Episode 1 and onward? Yeah, blame development hell for that one.
So, what's going on with me IRL? Well, I found out that the internet legend Chris-chan has done made an oopsie and may be going away for a while. That's a bit of an understatement, if we're being honest, it's really screwed up and if you want to look into it, you can. Just… don't say I didn't warn you when I say it's pretty heavy material. Anyway, got my hands on Skyward Sword HD so I've been playing that on and off this last week. Still keeping on with Azur Lane, pretty much has PR4's ships in the bag now. Got to keep that upper 90% collection rate (above 99% right now). I've also been reading (well listening to) some new books. First of which being "Models" by Mark Manson and "No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Dr. Robert Glover. I recommend checking these out especially if you're a guy dissatisfied with certain aspects of your personal life. The latter of the two books is free on the Internet Archive. That's all I have, for now, let me know what you thought about the idea. See you in whatever I decide to put out next.