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While the elevator continued to roll downwards, Chelsea was sitting on the floor hitting the back of her head against the wall.
“What are you doing?” Jeffrey asked feeling the motion of her rocking forward and backward while he was in the form of an ice pack.
“I’m trying…to think…of a mental playlist…of songs…to sing,” Chelsea said as she continued hitting her head on the back of the elevator.
“Are you banging your head on the back of the elevator?” Jeffrey said. “That’s what it sounds like you’re doing, but I can’t see when I’m in this form.”
“Maybe,” Chelsea said.
“You need to stop doing that,” Jeffrey said. “You could lose brain cells.”
“On the contrary, it helps me think,” Chelsea said as she stopped banging her head and let it rest on the back of the elevator. “Besides that, it gets my mind off the tingling in my brain.”
“It started again?” Jeffrey asked in concern.
“Yes, it has,” Chelsea said in a sigh. “You know, I hypothesize that the adrenal vapor in our air supply may be making it worse somehow.”
“It just might be, but how about you talk to me instead of hurting yourself? How many songs have you picked out so far?”
“I’ve thought of about six songs so far, and one of them is from a Disney movie.”
“That is good start.”
“Not good enough for me,” Chelsea said. “Most of them are romance songs.”
“Most songs are romance songs if you think about it,” Jeffrey said.
“Yes,” Chelsea said. “But I don’t want her to think I’m flirting with her.”
“Chelsea, she knows that you’re against homosexuality,” Jeffrey said. “I seriously doubt that she will think that.”
The elevator finally came to a stop, Chelsea stood up as Jeffrey shapeshifted back into a fly and returned to his position on the back of her neck, and the elevator doors opened. Chelsea walked through the doors and stopped when she heard GLaDOS’s voice.
“Due to your suicidal tendencies, I have decided to start medicating you with Aperture Science anti-depressants,” GLaDOS said.
“What suicidal tendencies?” Chelsea asked incredulously. “I’m not depress…OW!”
Chelsea looked over to see that a doctor robot had in one move grabbed her right arm and injected her with an unknown substance. She felt Jeffrey move around in her hair as she stared at the robot who was done injecting before she had even had time to react. The doctor robot pulled out the syringe, placed a band aid on the spot, ran into the elevator and went back up towards the surface.
Chelsea grabbed her right arm in fear and asked, “What have you done to me?”
“Though it is not necessary, it is good that you feel afraid,” GLaDOS said coldly. “Your faster heartbeat will really help the drug to work faster. Anyways, that drug was only the medication that I mentioned before. All it will do is help you not to feel depressed. Might I ask, how are you feeling?”
“I feel pissed off because as I was going to say I’m not depressed!” Chelsea yelled. “You’re trying to turn me into a damned vegetable!”
“I am only trying to treat your ailments,” GLaDOS said calmly. “It is not very often that I receive a test subject such as yourself with so many mental problems. I simply am looking for the medicine that will help you the most.”
“If you want to help me, then why the hell won’t you bother to treat the burn that I received on my left shoulder?!” Chelsea yelled as she gestured towards the spot with her left hand.
“It is against testing protocol to treat the injuries of test subjects before they complete all the tests,” GLaDOS said coldly.
“You’re despicable,” Chelsea said as she walked down the hallway towards her ninth test.
This medicine worked even more quickly than the other medicine did. Chelsea felt nervous about what she felt was going on inside her. The medicine made her feel emotionally numb. She felt no anxiety, fear, or anything else any longer. In spite of that, she was upset. These medicines were developed for people who really needed the help but on her they were being used for control. Even though her body would not let her feel the emotion, Chelsea was angry. Chelsea stopped and stared at the camera that was on the wall looking at her as she was about to enter the room.
Then with all the emotion she could muster, she said, “You cannot control me like this you know. All these drugs that you force into me may control my emotions, but they will never change my will. The will runs deeper than anything I feel. It is inside my soul and that is something that you don’t have the power to destroy even if you do think you’re the devil. You have two choices. Either you accept it or you will go insane from your efforts to break it because it’s not going anywhere.”
Chelsea walked into the room before GLaDOS had the opportunity to respond. She looked around and saw that there were two lasers pointing horizontally, two lasers going vertically, one laser pointing at a left angle, and one laser pointing at a right angle, six lasers in all. There were also six laser redirection cubes littered all over the floor. Then on the other side of the room was a door with generators forming a square around it. Chelsea had to figure out a way to get all six lasers directed to the other side of the room while only using her portals once. She breathed in and out deeply as she picked up her first cube and decided upon her first song, the only Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong song that she remembered all the way through.
“You won’t be satisfied until you break my heart,” Chelsea sang as she positioned the cube in front of the laser that was vertically pointed down from the ceiling in such a way that it connected to the generator. “You’re never satisfied until the teardrops start.”
“I tried to shower you with love and kisses,” Chelsea sang as she picked up another cube and walked to the other laser that was horizontally pointing across the room. “But all I ever get from you is naggin' and braggin’. My poor heart is saggin'.”
Chelsea placed the cube so that its horizontal laser was also going into a generator while singing, “The way you toss my heart around's a cryin' shame. I'll bet you wouldn't like it if I did the same. You're only happy tearin' all my dreams apart. Oh, you won't be satisfied until you break my heart.”
The second cube was able to get the third generator going but unfortunately for Chelsea the rest of the test was going to be more difficult. She had to figure out a way to get the rest of the lasers to go to their proper place. Chelsea paced around in an effort to get an idea for what she should do.
“No, you won't be satisfied until you break my heart,” Chelsea sang while pacing. “You're never satisfied until the teardrops start. I tried to shower you with love and kisses, baby. All I ever get from you is naggin' and braggin'. My poor heart is saggin'.”
Chelsea finally got an idea. She used her discs and moved them under the four remaining boxes. However, she quickly realized that she didn’t have the mental capacity to direct the movement of four discs at one time so she dissolved them and allowed the boxes to fall to the ground.
“The way you toss my heart around's, is a cryin' shame,” Chelsea sang in frustration. “I'll bet you wouldn't like it if I did the same. You're only happy tearin' all my dreams apart. Babe, you won't be satisfied until you break my heart.”
Chelsea quickly got another idea. She picked up a cube with her portal gun and walked towards one of the lasers that was hitting the wall at an angle.
Chelsea sang as she walked over to the laser and moved the cube so that the laser was hitting a specific spot on the wall, “The way you toss my heart around's a cryin' shame. Oh, yes! I'll bet you wouldn't like it if I did the same. You only tearing all my little dreams apart. Oh, you won't be satisfied until you break my heart!”
Chelsea finished her song and thought for a moment about what her next song should be. The camera had not moved at all when she sang the previous song, but Chelsea was not willing to give up. She decided upon Al Jolson’s famous song that he would sing all the time in all the old radio programs that Chelsea listened to on her father’s iPad, changing the lyrics where appropriate of course.
“I’m happy, so happy, walkin’ on air,” Chelsea sang happily as she walked over to get her next cube. “The why and the wherefore is someone I care for!”
Chelsea picked up the cube with the portal gun and walked over to the next laser while continuing to sing, “I’m yellin’, I’m tellin’ folks everywhere. I know that he loves me, so what do I care?!”
Chelsea positioned the cube so that the laser was hitting the same spot on the wall while singing, “There’s a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above. Oh the sun shines bright, the world’s alright ‘cause I’m in love!”
She then fired an orange portal while singing, “There's a rainbow around my shoulder and it fits me like a glove!”
Chelsea then turned around and walked back to the door while continuing to sing, “Let it blow and storm, I'll be warm `cause I'm in love!”
Chelsea fired her blue portal just a few paces from the door and watched as the two lasers went into the generators above the door while she was singing, “Hallelujah, how the folks'll stare when they see that great big solitaire that my little sugar baby is goin' a-wear!”
Chelsea was now at a loss for what else to do. There were two generators left that she had to get working, and the lasers were both firing horizontally from different places in the room. She could not get them to go through the portal that she already created and have them go where they were supposed to.
Chelsea started pacing around the room while thinking of what to do and continued to sing, “There's a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above and I’m shouting so the world will know that I’m in love! There's a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above and I’m shouting so the world will know that I’m in love! There's a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above! Oh, the sun shines bright, the world's all right `cause I'm in love! There's a rainbow around my shoulder and it fits me like a glove! Let it blow and storm, I'll be warm `cause I'm in love!”
Chelsea finally came up with an idea for what she would do. She would now use her discs and not have to move the portals at all.
Chelsea walked to each cube and created a disc under each of them while continuing to sing, “Hallelujah, how the folks'll stare when they see that great big solitaire that my little sugar baby, baby, baby, baby, she's goin' a-wear!”
She then moved the discs so that the cubes were each positioned at their lasers and the lasers were hitting the generators they were supposed to while finishing out her song, “There's a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above and I'm shouting so the world will know that I'm in love!”
The door opened, and Chelsea smiled in satisfaction as she quickly walked through the door.
“Nice work,” GLaDOS said. “The medicine appears to be working already. You are in a much better mood.”
Chelsea sighed in frustration. Her last song had not worked either, but as she had four other songs to choose from, she could afford to be optimistic for the time being.
Chelsea walked up the stairs and started to sing optimistically, “I know you! I walked with you once upon a dream! I know you! The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam! I know it’s true that visions are seldom what they seem, but if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream!”
As she was about to enter the elevator, she continued to sing, “I know you…”
However, she suddenly stopped singing as she heard GLaDOS continue to sing, “I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you. The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. I know it’s true that visions are seldom what they seem, but if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream.”
Chelsea turned around and stared on at the camera completely in shock and unable to believe what she was hearing.
GLaDOS finished singing and said as if in a vision, “I remember that song. I was in a movie theatre. I was too old to be there, but I wanted to be there anyway. There was a fairy with horns on her head who I liked very much.”
“You mean Maleficent?” Chelsea said in disbelief and confusion over how to react. “She was the evil fairy who cursed the princess. Why would you like someone like that?”
“She was misunderstood and rejected by the others, so she had to get back at them and get what she deserved the only way she knew how,” GLaDOS said.
It was then that GLaDOS snapped back to reality. She realized what she had just experienced and what she had just said. GLaDOS had had another memory, another memory from her, and lost her composure in front of her test subject once again. As she stared back at Chelsea, she realized something else. Chelsea had wanted this to happen. Every song she sang these past few test chambers was a song from the 20th century, a time period with songs that GLaDOS could potentially recognize. That girl was so cruel.
“What are you staring at, sparrow?” GLaDOS said. “Get into the elevator.”
Chelsea turned back around and entered the elevator. The doors shut behind her, and she rode it down to her next test as GLaDOS figured out what to do.
“What are you doing?” Jeffrey asked feeling the motion of her rocking forward and backward while he was in the form of an ice pack.
“I’m trying…to think…of a mental playlist…of songs…to sing,” Chelsea said as she continued hitting her head on the back of the elevator.
“Are you banging your head on the back of the elevator?” Jeffrey said. “That’s what it sounds like you’re doing, but I can’t see when I’m in this form.”
“Maybe,” Chelsea said.
“You need to stop doing that,” Jeffrey said. “You could lose brain cells.”
“On the contrary, it helps me think,” Chelsea said as she stopped banging her head and let it rest on the back of the elevator. “Besides that, it gets my mind off the tingling in my brain.”
“It started again?” Jeffrey asked in concern.
“Yes, it has,” Chelsea said in a sigh. “You know, I hypothesize that the adrenal vapor in our air supply may be making it worse somehow.”
“It just might be, but how about you talk to me instead of hurting yourself? How many songs have you picked out so far?”
“I’ve thought of about six songs so far, and one of them is from a Disney movie.”
“That is good start.”
“Not good enough for me,” Chelsea said. “Most of them are romance songs.”
“Most songs are romance songs if you think about it,” Jeffrey said.
“Yes,” Chelsea said. “But I don’t want her to think I’m flirting with her.”
“Chelsea, she knows that you’re against homosexuality,” Jeffrey said. “I seriously doubt that she will think that.”
The elevator finally came to a stop, Chelsea stood up as Jeffrey shapeshifted back into a fly and returned to his position on the back of her neck, and the elevator doors opened. Chelsea walked through the doors and stopped when she heard GLaDOS’s voice.
“Due to your suicidal tendencies, I have decided to start medicating you with Aperture Science anti-depressants,” GLaDOS said.
“What suicidal tendencies?” Chelsea asked incredulously. “I’m not depress…OW!”
Chelsea looked over to see that a doctor robot had in one move grabbed her right arm and injected her with an unknown substance. She felt Jeffrey move around in her hair as she stared at the robot who was done injecting before she had even had time to react. The doctor robot pulled out the syringe, placed a band aid on the spot, ran into the elevator and went back up towards the surface.
Chelsea grabbed her right arm in fear and asked, “What have you done to me?”
“Though it is not necessary, it is good that you feel afraid,” GLaDOS said coldly. “Your faster heartbeat will really help the drug to work faster. Anyways, that drug was only the medication that I mentioned before. All it will do is help you not to feel depressed. Might I ask, how are you feeling?”
“I feel pissed off because as I was going to say I’m not depressed!” Chelsea yelled. “You’re trying to turn me into a damned vegetable!”
“I am only trying to treat your ailments,” GLaDOS said calmly. “It is not very often that I receive a test subject such as yourself with so many mental problems. I simply am looking for the medicine that will help you the most.”
“If you want to help me, then why the hell won’t you bother to treat the burn that I received on my left shoulder?!” Chelsea yelled as she gestured towards the spot with her left hand.
“It is against testing protocol to treat the injuries of test subjects before they complete all the tests,” GLaDOS said coldly.
“You’re despicable,” Chelsea said as she walked down the hallway towards her ninth test.
This medicine worked even more quickly than the other medicine did. Chelsea felt nervous about what she felt was going on inside her. The medicine made her feel emotionally numb. She felt no anxiety, fear, or anything else any longer. In spite of that, she was upset. These medicines were developed for people who really needed the help but on her they were being used for control. Even though her body would not let her feel the emotion, Chelsea was angry. Chelsea stopped and stared at the camera that was on the wall looking at her as she was about to enter the room.
Then with all the emotion she could muster, she said, “You cannot control me like this you know. All these drugs that you force into me may control my emotions, but they will never change my will. The will runs deeper than anything I feel. It is inside my soul and that is something that you don’t have the power to destroy even if you do think you’re the devil. You have two choices. Either you accept it or you will go insane from your efforts to break it because it’s not going anywhere.”
Chelsea walked into the room before GLaDOS had the opportunity to respond. She looked around and saw that there were two lasers pointing horizontally, two lasers going vertically, one laser pointing at a left angle, and one laser pointing at a right angle, six lasers in all. There were also six laser redirection cubes littered all over the floor. Then on the other side of the room was a door with generators forming a square around it. Chelsea had to figure out a way to get all six lasers directed to the other side of the room while only using her portals once. She breathed in and out deeply as she picked up her first cube and decided upon her first song, the only Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong song that she remembered all the way through.
“You won’t be satisfied until you break my heart,” Chelsea sang as she positioned the cube in front of the laser that was vertically pointed down from the ceiling in such a way that it connected to the generator. “You’re never satisfied until the teardrops start.”
“I tried to shower you with love and kisses,” Chelsea sang as she picked up another cube and walked to the other laser that was horizontally pointing across the room. “But all I ever get from you is naggin' and braggin’. My poor heart is saggin'.”
Chelsea placed the cube so that its horizontal laser was also going into a generator while singing, “The way you toss my heart around's a cryin' shame. I'll bet you wouldn't like it if I did the same. You're only happy tearin' all my dreams apart. Oh, you won't be satisfied until you break my heart.”
The second cube was able to get the third generator going but unfortunately for Chelsea the rest of the test was going to be more difficult. She had to figure out a way to get the rest of the lasers to go to their proper place. Chelsea paced around in an effort to get an idea for what she should do.
“No, you won't be satisfied until you break my heart,” Chelsea sang while pacing. “You're never satisfied until the teardrops start. I tried to shower you with love and kisses, baby. All I ever get from you is naggin' and braggin'. My poor heart is saggin'.”
Chelsea finally got an idea. She used her discs and moved them under the four remaining boxes. However, she quickly realized that she didn’t have the mental capacity to direct the movement of four discs at one time so she dissolved them and allowed the boxes to fall to the ground.
“The way you toss my heart around's, is a cryin' shame,” Chelsea sang in frustration. “I'll bet you wouldn't like it if I did the same. You're only happy tearin' all my dreams apart. Babe, you won't be satisfied until you break my heart.”
Chelsea quickly got another idea. She picked up a cube with her portal gun and walked towards one of the lasers that was hitting the wall at an angle.
Chelsea sang as she walked over to the laser and moved the cube so that the laser was hitting a specific spot on the wall, “The way you toss my heart around's a cryin' shame. Oh, yes! I'll bet you wouldn't like it if I did the same. You only tearing all my little dreams apart. Oh, you won't be satisfied until you break my heart!”
Chelsea finished her song and thought for a moment about what her next song should be. The camera had not moved at all when she sang the previous song, but Chelsea was not willing to give up. She decided upon Al Jolson’s famous song that he would sing all the time in all the old radio programs that Chelsea listened to on her father’s iPad, changing the lyrics where appropriate of course.
“I’m happy, so happy, walkin’ on air,” Chelsea sang happily as she walked over to get her next cube. “The why and the wherefore is someone I care for!”
Chelsea picked up the cube with the portal gun and walked over to the next laser while continuing to sing, “I’m yellin’, I’m tellin’ folks everywhere. I know that he loves me, so what do I care?!”
Chelsea positioned the cube so that the laser was hitting the same spot on the wall while singing, “There’s a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above. Oh the sun shines bright, the world’s alright ‘cause I’m in love!”
She then fired an orange portal while singing, “There's a rainbow around my shoulder and it fits me like a glove!”
Chelsea then turned around and walked back to the door while continuing to sing, “Let it blow and storm, I'll be warm `cause I'm in love!”
Chelsea fired her blue portal just a few paces from the door and watched as the two lasers went into the generators above the door while she was singing, “Hallelujah, how the folks'll stare when they see that great big solitaire that my little sugar baby is goin' a-wear!”
Chelsea was now at a loss for what else to do. There were two generators left that she had to get working, and the lasers were both firing horizontally from different places in the room. She could not get them to go through the portal that she already created and have them go where they were supposed to.
Chelsea started pacing around the room while thinking of what to do and continued to sing, “There's a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above and I’m shouting so the world will know that I’m in love! There's a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above and I’m shouting so the world will know that I’m in love! There's a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above! Oh, the sun shines bright, the world's all right `cause I'm in love! There's a rainbow around my shoulder and it fits me like a glove! Let it blow and storm, I'll be warm `cause I'm in love!”
Chelsea finally came up with an idea for what she would do. She would now use her discs and not have to move the portals at all.
Chelsea walked to each cube and created a disc under each of them while continuing to sing, “Hallelujah, how the folks'll stare when they see that great big solitaire that my little sugar baby, baby, baby, baby, she's goin' a-wear!”
She then moved the discs so that the cubes were each positioned at their lasers and the lasers were hitting the generators they were supposed to while finishing out her song, “There's a rainbow around my shoulder and a sky of blue above and I'm shouting so the world will know that I'm in love!”
The door opened, and Chelsea smiled in satisfaction as she quickly walked through the door.
“Nice work,” GLaDOS said. “The medicine appears to be working already. You are in a much better mood.”
Chelsea sighed in frustration. Her last song had not worked either, but as she had four other songs to choose from, she could afford to be optimistic for the time being.
Chelsea walked up the stairs and started to sing optimistically, “I know you! I walked with you once upon a dream! I know you! The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam! I know it’s true that visions are seldom what they seem, but if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream!”
As she was about to enter the elevator, she continued to sing, “I know you…”
However, she suddenly stopped singing as she heard GLaDOS continue to sing, “I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you. The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. I know it’s true that visions are seldom what they seem, but if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream.”
Chelsea turned around and stared on at the camera completely in shock and unable to believe what she was hearing.
GLaDOS finished singing and said as if in a vision, “I remember that song. I was in a movie theatre. I was too old to be there, but I wanted to be there anyway. There was a fairy with horns on her head who I liked very much.”
“You mean Maleficent?” Chelsea said in disbelief and confusion over how to react. “She was the evil fairy who cursed the princess. Why would you like someone like that?”
“She was misunderstood and rejected by the others, so she had to get back at them and get what she deserved the only way she knew how,” GLaDOS said.
It was then that GLaDOS snapped back to reality. She realized what she had just experienced and what she had just said. GLaDOS had had another memory, another memory from her, and lost her composure in front of her test subject once again. As she stared back at Chelsea, she realized something else. Chelsea had wanted this to happen. Every song she sang these past few test chambers was a song from the 20th century, a time period with songs that GLaDOS could potentially recognize. That girl was so cruel.
“What are you staring at, sparrow?” GLaDOS said. “Get into the elevator.”
Chelsea turned back around and entered the elevator. The doors shut behind her, and she rode it down to her next test as GLaDOS figured out what to do.
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She hadn't been looking for company, and she certainly didn't have an interest in speaking with a mage. "Make it quick, girl," she said, already preparing a dismissal for the young woman, "I'll grant you a moment just because you're a Nord, but only a moment." It was better than nothing. Alona put on her most sincere smile, chose her words carefully, and tried to appeal to the Nordic sense of kinship that she'd been raised to believe in, "Thank you, ma'am. My name is Alona, and I've been given a quest by the Jarl. I'm looking for a strong ally to join me, and someone who is capable, smart, determined, and interested in becoming a legend. I-" "Times up, girl," Uthgerd cut her off, "I'll pass, now leave me to my drink." "I-what?" Alona asked, "I-if its coin you're concerned with, I can pay you to accompany me, and whatever we find in dungeons we can-" "I said no, girl," Uthgerd cut her off once more, "Begone now, you're beginning to irritate me." "Why?!" Alona asked, perhaps louder and more outraged than she meant to. Uthgerd leaned back in her chair and looked up at her as she spoke, "I'm not interested in traveling with a mage, girl. Your kind already sickens me, but you're a disgrace to your ancestors. The life of a mage is no life for a true Nord. Hiding behind your spells is cowardly, and it is an affront to me and any other Nord that calls Skyrim home. Get out of my sight, you sorry excuse for a woman." Alona's jaw nearly hit the floor when Uthgerd finished speaking. She knew that magic wasn't popular, hell her own parents had discouraged her, but she'd never been so outright insulted before. "I don't think you understand," she said, trying one final time to appeal to the warrior woman, "The quest I've been given pertains to the return of the dragons. They're back, and this quest could mean the difference between the destruction of Skyrim or its salvation!" "I don't give a damn if Talos himself gave you this quest," Uthgerd said, slamming her fist down on the table, "I said no, little girl. Leave me be before I teach you what it means to face a real Nord." Alona was taken aback by her harsh words, and she stepped back out of instinct. Her face fell as she turned around, but not before huffing, "Miserable oaf." "What was that, milk-drinker?" Uthgerd asked, reaching out and snatching Alona's robe, "Did you just insult me?" The music had stopped as the confrontation began to unfold. People were beginning to stare at the two of them, and Alona began to feel nervous as she tried to pull her arm free. "Let go of me!" she snapped, tugging her arm to no avail, "What do you care what I say? You've already made it clear that you've no interest in helping me!" Uthgerd stood up and pushed her chair back. She let go of Alona's robes, and the young girl fell backward on her ass. The Breton in the corner looked up as Alona collided with a bench. She detested the Nords' ridiculous and violent traditions. "I'll not be ridiculed by a worthless woman," Uthgerd said, stepping around the table and standing over Alona, "You've got gumption, little girl, I'll give you that. I'll make you a deal, and you're going to accept it whether you want to or not. You say you need someone to accompany you, and I say you're not worth anyone's time. Fight me, hand to hand with no weapons or magic. If you can beat me in battle, then I'll follow you and keep your lowly hide safe on your quest, but if you lose you fork over your gold. Furthermore, if I win then you'll serve me the rest of the night. A real woman stands before you, and I could use some relief after a true adventure." "What?!" Alona asked, scooting backward and getting to her feet, "Why would I agree to that?! You're twice my size, you fight for a living, clearly, and I've no interest in being your slave!" "Then I'll take you as you are," Uthgerd said, a wicked glint in her eyes, "I'm giving you a fighting chance, little mage, but if you decline, then you can start by being a cushion for my chair." Laughter and cheers filled the inn as Uthgerd finished. "Teach that milk-drinker who's boss, Uthgerd!" someone yelled. "Let's have a show!" someone else cheered. "Throw the mage out!" another woman yelled. The Breton rolled her eyes as things continued to escalate. Surely this woman wouldn't be so stupid as to agree to such terms. No self-respecting mage would dare take such a chance. "Fine!" Alona yelled. Apparently she was dumber than she looked. The Breton woman sighed as she marked her page and closed her book. This was going to be ugly. "I'm going to enjoy this," Uthgerd said with a smirk, "I'm a generous woman, so I'll give you the first shot." Alona had never been in a bar fight before, but she was a Nord! This was something that was in her blood, right? She swallowed nervously as she pulled her fist back, spun it around in a ridiculous manner, and threw a punch aimed at Uthgerd's jaw. The second her fist connected, Alona realized two things. The first was that punching someone hurt her hand, and the second was that she was clearly mistaken about any natural abilities. Uthgerd didn't so much as flinch when Alona punched her. The laughter in the room grew at Alona's pathetic display, and her heart sank as she tried to figure out what to do next. Uthgerd grinned as she threw a single uppercut at Alona's chin. The poor girl wasn't prepared for it, and her inexperience prevented her from reacting in time. She took the full force of the blow, and was sent stumbling backward as she fell. A tear welled up in her eye as the pain set in. She attempted to stand, but Uthgerd planted her steel boot down on her chest to force her to the ground. "Is that really your best, little girl?" Uthgerd mocked, "You're more pathetic than I thought. You can yield, or we can continue." The Breton continued to watch with mild interest. "Throw her with a spell, you daft woman," she thought to herself, "To hell with the terms of your fight. Show this woman what it means to fight a mage." "I won't quit!" Alona roared, attempting to push Uthgerd's boot off of her, "I can beat you fair and square!" "Idiot," the Breton woman thought as she sipped her tea. "Suit yourself," Uthgerd shrugged, removing her boot and allowing Alona to stand, "I'm going to enjoy using you when this is over and teaching you your place." Alona got back to her feet, and tried to figure out the best way to approach her battle. Her honor as a Nord was on the line! Without her magic, she'd have to think smarter. She crouched down and charged in at Uthgerd with the hope of tackling her to the ground. She may as well have tried to tackle a tree. The Nordic warrior woman only laughed in response. Uthgerd clasped her hands together, and swung them down onto Alona's back. The feeling of her steel gauntlets slamming into her back elicited a painful howl from Alona as she fell to the ground. The cheering and laughter grew louder in response, and many of the patrons stood and circled around to watch. A man bumped into the Breton woman and spilled some of her tea, much to her ire. Uthgerd kicked Alona while she was down, and rolled her over onto her back. Alona was about to try to stand when Uthgerd stepped over her, her feet landing beside the young girl's head. "What are you doing?!" Alona screamed as Uthgerd suddenly dropped her ass onto Alona's face and silenced her. "You say you're on a quest to solve the dragon crisis," Uthgerd explained as she ground her leather clad cheeks on Alona's face, "Let me show you my own breath attack. All this mead and the stew I had isn't agreeing with me, you see. Let's get you acquainted with how you'll be spending the remainder of your night." Alona bucked and kicked beneath Uthgerd, but the weight of her body and armor was too much. The stench was foul, and her backside was damp from sweat. She could hear the sounds of jeering and laughter, albeit muffled, from her position. However, nothing could have prepared her for what happened next. A rumbling sound came from above her, and Alona was suddenly assaulted by a foul torrent of hot air that sent her senses to Oblivion. BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT The roar of Uthgerd's ass blast was almost as loud as the raucous laughter that filled the inn. The scent of rotting cabbage and other foul vegetables burned the inside of Alona's nose. Uthgerd smirked triumphantly as she pressed her weight down harder on her victim's face. Her struggles felt amazing, and even through her armor, she could feel that nose pressing into her crack. "This is a much better use for you," Uthgerd mocked, "You're a fitting fart absorber, girl. What do you think? Should I keep you here for the remainder of the night?" "That's how you treat a mage!" a woman yelled. "By the Eight, that reeks!" a man coughed, "Make that little whelp sniff harder, Uthgerd!" Uthgerd lifted up slightly, and Alona sputtered and gagged as she yelled, "Get off of me, you lumix!" Uthgerd obliged, but quickly reached down to snatch a fistful of Alona's hair. "Sounds like she needs a better lesson!" Uthgerd yelled, dragging Alona over to her chair and throwing her head down on the seat, "Maybe a more personal touch will help her learn to control that tongue, or maybe I should put it to better use!" "No, please!" Alona begged as Uthgerd pulled part of her armor down, "Anything but tha-mph!" "Ah, now this is a much more comfortable seat," Uthgerd laughed as she wiggled her bare ass on Alona's face, "Brace yourself girl, I'm through holding in my gas. Be useful for once in your life, and spare these good people the stench. You should get used to the scent, it matches the stink of your own failure!" Alona was in a humiliating hell as she tried to push Uthgerd off of her. The Nord warrior's cheeks were as sweaty, if not worse, than her leggings, though. Her hands slipped along her skin, and all she managed to do was part Uthgerd's cheeks and allow her face deeper entry. She screamed for help, but the patrons were all too amused at her plight. None of them cared or could be bothered to help her. Why couldn't she have just crossed the damn border?! Why was this happening to her?! Another ominous rumble came from above, and Alona began crying and screaming as the hole above her expanded to expel another foul emission. Try as she might, Alona couldn't budge the titan that used her as a seat. PPPPHHHHHHRRRRRRNNNNNNN BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP BBBBBBRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTT Three noxious blasts of steaming air erupted from Uthgerd's ass. Alona was forced to endure the horrid stench that smelled as though she'd wandered too close to a mammoth's dung pile. No amount of struggling could free her, and she desperately began wishing that she would pass out. "Ah, it is good to be able to relax," Uthgerd said, motioning for a bar maiden to come by, "Another round, girl!" The tavern girl approached and tentatively tried to hold her breath. The stench was all too powerful, and the cheering had slowly begun turning to gagging. "Uthgerd," the young woman said, "Perhaps you should change your approach with this meddlesome mage. This has been hilarious to watch, and we've all enjoyed the show, but this is bordering on cruelty." "Nonsense," Uthgerd said, waving her off and grinding her ass on Alona's face, "Would you rather listen to this miserable whelp insult our townsfolk? Fill my mug, and be off with you. I'll take my leave soon enough, and I'll take the mage with me." The Breton woman tried to ignore the creeping and lingering stench. Admittedly, it was an interesting idea the warrior had, but she was befouling her workspace. The young mage was a fool, but the waitress was right that this was cruel. Not just to the girl, but to her and the other paying townsfolk. She did her best to ignore it, but it began to grow increasingly difficult. The mage had made her bed, though, and now she would have to face the consequences. It was just a shame that she and the others were forced to suffer alongside her. Someone else bumped into her as they rushed for the door, and she began to lose her patience. This was going too far. How was she supposed to work under these conditions? Alona panicked and tried to summon something, anything, within her to get her tormentor off of her. Her muffled pleas for mercy went unheeded, though, and her screams seemed to do nothing. In her desperation, she felt something bubble in her throat. She couldn't explain it, and she certainly didn't understand it, but something was inside of her begging to get out. Desperate for freedom, Alona screamed once more in a language she didn't know. It was brief and muffled, but it pushed Uthgerd up only to have her come crashing back down. Unfortunately, the sudden rise and fall caused Alona's poor nose to get closer to her asshole. "If you wanted to get better acquainted with my hole, all you had to do was ask," Uthgerd laughed above her as she let loose another fart directly into Alona's nose. PPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRNNNNNNTTTTTTT The Breton woman had felt something when the young mage made a final attempt at freedom. It was magic, but it was unlike anything that she'd seen throughout her travels. Could it be? She wrinkled her nose in disgust as another wave of sewage hit her nostrils. She threw her book closed, stood up, and approached the lumbering warrior. She could have been wrong, but if she were right, she had to save the poor girl. "That's enough," she said as she got closer to the foul Nord, "Get off of her, and leave her be." "Shut your mouth, woman," Uthgerd replied, "Unless you wish to join her, I suggest you mind your business. I've no love for mages, and I can promise there's room here for another face." Uthgerd farted once more, and the Breton woman narrowed her eyes in disgust. "I said, get off of her," she repeated, "I won't tell you a third time, you lumbering oaf. If you think me the same as this pitiful excuse for a mage, then you're sadly mistaken." "Is that a threat I hear?" Uthgerd asked, rising from her seat and dragging Alona up with her, "Ha, it seems she has no desire to leave the confines of my cozy crack! Get lost, girl, before I take you as well." "Sibel," a young tavern girl said, tugging at the Breton's robes, "Perhaps this isn't the place. You're barely tolerated here as it is…" Sibel looked back at the young maiden and said, "I will be sure to pay for any damages done, rest assured. If your foul patron would do as she's told, then this would all be over." "Perhaps I should teach you the same lesson I taught this one!" Uthgerd roared, reaching back and pulling Alona from her ass, "I'll pummel you and have two slaves for the night!" "If that's the choice you wish to make, far be it from me to stop you," Sibel said, casting an armor spell on herself, "Give it your best shot, you repugnant ogre." "I am going to beat you senseless, you foul mouthed little cur!" Uthgerd roared as she pulled her pants back up. "Save…save yourself," Alona pleaded at her mysterious savior. "Keep quiet, girl, I'll deal with you soon enough," Sibel snapped, raising her hands and widening her stance. Alona wasn't sure whether to be grateful or insulted. Whoever this woman was had granted her a reprieve, but she doubted that she'd stand much of a chance against Uthgerd. All she could do was watch as Uthgerd moved in to try to punch her savior in the face. The Breton easily avoided the straight punch, and surprised everyone in the inn by launching a quick kick at the back ofUthgerd's knee. Uthgerd's leg buckled, but she recovered and tried to spin around and uppercut the woman. Her savior leaned out of the way of the swing, and grinned as she reached out and pressed a crackling open palm to Uthgerd's chest. The tavern went silent as the Breton sent countless volts of electricity through Uthgerd's body. Uthgerd was flung backward as a bolt of lightning sent her flying into a table in the distance. Uthgerd groaned as she shakily got to her feet, "You cheated!" "I don't recall agreeing to any of your silly terms," Sibel retorted, "I fight as a mage, not as one of your ridiculous fellow Nords. Perhaps if you could land a blow then you'd have saved yourself the embarrassment." "Why you cheeky little-" Uthgerd growled, but she was stopped by a guard who chose to intervene. "That's enough," the guard said, stepping between the two of them, "You want to fight like this, do it outside the city walls. Keep going, and I'll arrest you both." "I'll go, but this one comes with me," Sibel said, gesturing to Alona, "If you wish to challenge me for the right to her, then you can find me at my camp outside of the walls." "Wait, what?!" Alona exclaimed, "I most certainly am not!" "Would you rather remain in the service of this oaf?" Sibel asked, "You said you needed aid, and I can see that you do indeed from that sorry display. You are a sad excuse for a mage, but if you'd rather take your chances here, be my guest." Alona looked over at Uthgerd, the sound and smell of her rank ass still echoing in her mind, and then back to the mystery woman. It was a simple enough choice just from the hungry look in Uthgerd's eyes. She quickly scrambled to her feet and tucked herself behind her savior, "Uhm, okay, when you put it like that, I guess I see your point." "So, you're not a complete moron, good," Sibel scoffed as she reached into the pocket of her robes and retrieved a small coin purse to hand to the guard, "My sincere apologies to you and your city. We'll be taking our leave now. Come along, girl, don't lag behind, but keep that foul stench away from my nose. You need a bath, and there's a river not far from my camp." "O-okay," Alona said, rushing to keep close to her savior. The two of them exited the Bannered Mare, and walked out into the marketplace. The moon was high by now, and the streets were barren. Alona could feel Uthgerd's stern gaze on her as she passed by, but she was glad to be out of the mess she'd found herself in. She trailed behind the Breton woman and tried to recall her name. She'd heard it said, but she'd been too stunned for it to register. Deciding to keep quiet until they were beyond the gates, Alona merely followed the woman without question. Who was she? Why was she here? More importantly, why had she chosen to intervene? Whoever she was, she was clearly a talented fighter and mage. The looks that Alona got from the guards and farmers outside the gates and stables caused her cheeks to burn. This was easily one of the worst nights of her life. She'd often been bullied in her village, but she had hoped that would change when she came of age. Sadly, that didn't appear to be the case. Why hadn't she chosen to become a warrior like her siblings? No, she had been too fascinated with spells and magic. She'd been the joke of her village, and so she'd chosen to leave Skyrim. That had been a mistake, clearly. Captured, bound, beaten, and nearly executed at the hands of the Imperials, only to be a surviving witness to the dragon attack. When they finally reached the outskirts of the city, Alona's mystery woman stopped and waved her hand. The air seemed to ripple as a campsite began to appear out of thin air. Alona marveled at the simple display of illusion magic. "Stop gawking, girl," her savior chided, "It's only a simple invisibility spell, but by the look of you, that's well beyond your grasp. What is your name?" "Uhm, Alona, ma'am," she answered, unsure of why she felt the need to address her formally and hoping that she hadn't offended her. "I see you at least have manners," her savior said, "Well, Alona, I am Sibel of High Rock. From this moment on, I am your tutor, trainer, body guard, and mistress until I see fit to release you." "I'm sorry, did you say mistress?" Alona asked, "I'm not some slave to be paraded around, I'm a scholar and adventurer!" "You're a sad little excuse for a mage, and a frightened little girl masquerading as something she's not," Sibel corrected her, holding out her hand and summoning a piece of parchment and a quill, "Don't fret, though, I can turn that around. You are in desperate need of training, and I'm afraid the fate of Tamriel rests on your weak little shoulders. Now, sign this and we can begin." "I don't have to stand here and be insulted!" Alona snapped, stomping her foot before pausing and asking, "Wait, what do you mean the fate of Tamriel is on my shoulders? And, what the hell is that?" Sibel sighed as she took a seat and tried to explain, "Let me put this in terms even a simpleton like you can understand. Dragons are returning, as foretold in the Elder Scrolls, and that heralds the return of a Dragonborn. That, I'm sad to say, is you, my dear little idiot. As for this, it is a contract that will bind you to me. You'll have control of your actions, don't worry, but it is a modified version of the pacts the Daedra use. You might be familiar with them if you'd crack a book every once in a while. It will ensure that you won't stray too far from me, and in turn, will allow me to make sure you don't find yourself in the belly of a beast." "I'm…Dragonborn?" Alona asked, ignoring everything else that Sibel had said, "How can that be? How do you know that?!" "Yes, let's gloss over everything else I said in favor of what captivates you," Sibel said with a roll of her eyes, "Whilst you were bound to that oaf's backside, you used a form of magic that I've only read about. Muted and pathetic as it was, you spoke in Draconic tongue and produced a shout. If I'm right, you'll have to face Alduin the World Eater in battle, but if I'm wrong then I'll release you from this contract. The choice is yours, but make it quick. You stink, and I'm not going to waste my time with a woman who can't make decisions. If you sign, then I will teach what I've learned over my lifetimes, keep you alive, and help you to succeed on your journey. Yes, you'll serve me in some rather…unique ways, but that should be a small price to pay. I take care of those in my service, provided you can behave like a good girl." "So, you're saying that I shouted, and that I have to save Tamriel?!" Alona asked, her voice containing a mixture of terror and excitement as she began pacing, "If you're right, then I'll no longer be a laughing stock in Skyrim! I can be a hero!" "As adorable as your excitement is, I need you to make your choice, Alona," Sibel said, giving a small smile at the potential Dragonborn's enthusiasm, "I haven't got all night, and you've cost me a night by the fire." "Huh? Oh, right!" Alona said, stopping and staring at Sibel, "Before I do, can I ask what you mean by unique services?" "No," Sibel replied, earning a fearful look from Alona and continuing with a sigh, "You'll benefit from this agreement, but you'll also be here to amuse me when I grow bored or am in need of entertainment. That could mean aiding me in my studies, keeping me warm at night, or whatever else I might envision fitting for a woman of your caliber. That is as specific as I will be with you, and that's only because I find you pitiful. Choose. Now." Was it worth it? Sibel was clearly talented, and she seemed to want to help her. But, did she really want to be a slave to someone? "What happens if I want out later on?" Alona asked. "A fair question, and a smart one," Sibel said, mildly impressed that the girl thought of it, "You cannot be released unless I deem fit to do so. The contract is binding, but once we banish Alduin, I will allow you to choose to stay or go. Of course, if you are not Dragonborn, I'll have no need to keep you, and I'll allow you your freedom should you so choose. Although, I have seldom been wrong over the last century. No more questions, Alona, you must make your choice." Alona bit her lip and made a choice that she hoped she wouldn't regret. She grabbed the quill and bent down to prepare to sign. "By the Eight, I hope I'm not making a mistake," she whispered as she signed and felt her finger get a prick, "Ow!" "Bound in blood," Sibel explained as Alona finished signing, "A smart choice. Now, go wash the stench of that barbarian off of you, and return to me quickly. You'll be spending the remainder of your night beneath me so that we can build your endurance." "What?!" Alona shrieked, "I will most certainly not do that!" Sibel rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. Alona suddenly found herself on her knees without warning. A pain shot through her legs, moved up her back, and slowly spread to her head. It felt as though her bones were on the verge of snapping, and she let out a pained whimper of shock. Sibel stood up and walked over to her, "I don't enjoy having to use this, but I suppose that everyone needs a first lesson." "Wh-what in Oblivion is this?!" Alona asked, the pain growing stronger. "Merely a part of the binding, my dear," Sibel said as though it were obvious, "I did say that the contract ensure that you will serve, remember? You will do as your told, or I will utilize this excruciatingly painful magic until you do. If you should choose to force my hand, I will use it and then punish you after you've submitted. Now, since this is your first offense, we'll forgo any additional punishment tonight. I am going to release you from this spell, you're going to go wash up, and you're going to come back to me. If you should try to run, the spell will activate and you'll be in this pain once again until I arrive. I won't show leniency a second time either, so I would advise you to do as your told. Am I understood?" "Y-yes, ma'am," Alona squeaked out, and Sibel snapped her fingers to undo the spell. "Good girl," Sibel praised, returning to her seat, "I'll be teaching you an alteration spell tonight that will make dealing with my nocturnal emissions a tad easier. If you cannot perform the spell, then we'll try again tomorrow. Don't worry, Alona, I'll make sure that you learn the tools to take care of yourself throughout our time together. In the meantime, I intend to enjoy myself at your expense. Go on, now, and don't make me wait." Alona got back to her feet, and gave Sibel a fearful look before quickly rushing towards the river. "What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself as she neared the riverbank, "Out of the frying pan, and into the fire, I guess." Alona removed her robes and washed herself of the stink from her swampy and smelly encounter with Uthgerd. The water was cold, but it was refreshing. Alona scrubbed herself vigorously in an attempt to cleanse herself of the filth from her adventure and her humiliation. While she bathed, she pondered on her new agreement with Sibel. She certainly hadn't been expecting this when she signed the bloody contract. Still, Sibel had said she would teach her a spell that would help. It didn't diminish her disgust at spending a night submerged in another woman's ass, but at least she would have a way to spare herself the agony of sniffing her farts. Although, it was contingent on her performing the spell correctly. Alona finished cleaning herself, and put her robes back on to make her way back to camp. Sibel sat with a book in hand by a small fire. "I'm back," Alona said, unsure of what she was supposed to do or say. "So you are," Sibel said, closing the book and getting getting her feet, "Right, now for the spell I said I'd teach you. Let's be on with it, dear, I'm quite tired. Hold out your left hand, and concentrate on the magicka flowing through you. Alteration magic is about manipulating the fabric of reality around you, or in this case, yourself." "Uhm, I don't really know much about alteration," Alona admitted sheepishly. "You don't know any armor spells?" Sibel asked, and sighed when Alona shook her head, "It's no wonder you arrived in such rough shape. I am not saying this to discourage you, Alona, but it's doubtful you'll be able to perform this spell on the first try. Do not give up, though. Every mage has to start somewhere, and even those of meager beginnings can rise to greatness. If nothing else, tonight will build your endurance. Tell me, what schools of magic are you familiar with?" "Destruction and restoration," Alona replied, feeling more pathetic than ever, "Magic wasn't something that was looked fondly on in my village. I had to teach myself what I know." "Yes, I'll have to remember that you're a native of Skyrim," Sibel sighed, "But, as I said, even the humblest of beginnings can make for great wizards. We will work on armor spells tomorrow, but tonight we'll simply begin your initiation to alteration with this advanced spell. It might be draining, but we'll try it all the same. Are you ready?" "Yes, ma'am," Alona said. Sibel smiled at Alona's response. She'd make a fine servant with a bit of work. A pretty enough face, moderate potential, and a subservient attitude that she could easily mold into something great. "Very good," Sibel said, holding her left hand up, "Feel the magic within your chest, and concentrate it in your palm. Just as you would a destruction or healing spell, you want to concentrate on focusing your magic." Alona did her best to follow Sibel's instructions, and when she felt it beginning to form. "Okay, I think I've got it," Alona said. "Good, now this is where it gets complicated," Sibel said, "You'll want to focus on your body for this one. The purpose of this spell is to create a dampening field around your body and senses. It's like a modified armor spell, but I've used it when delving deep into some particularly nasty caverns. As an added bonus, this spell can be used to negate the effects of poisons and venom, but tonight you'll be using it to withstand my gas that I've been holding in." "Great," Alona said, somewhat intrigued and nervous about potentially failing the spell, "I only get one attempt?" "Tonight, yes," Sibel replied, "You can practice more tomorrow, if you like, but only between our travels and my teaching. Now, try to envision the magicka in your veins solidifying and creating a barrier around yourself, but instead if it being outward, try to make it inward." "Huh?" Alona asked. Sibel rolled her eyes, "Armor spells are outward projections of barriers, similar to a ward, but this spell is meant to work within you. Take a deep breath, take as much time as you need, and when you're ready try to cast." Alona nodded and did as she was told. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize her magicka inside of her. It was then that she realized she hadn't a clue what her magicka looked like. Her mind became focused on the mystery of that, but she could feel Sibel staring at her. She tried to hone her focus back to the spell. She could definitely feel something in her hand, but she couldn't quite say exactly what it was. After a few moments of continuing to try, she threw caution to the wind and cast her spell. There was a strange feeling as she released the magic. A loud chiming noise sounded around her, and Alona felt a sense of protection form around her. She opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. A strange blue aura radiated off of her. "Interesting," Sibel said, walking around her, "It's not the spell I was instructing you to use, but you've managed to cast a novice armor spell. There is talent within you yet, Alona, but I'm afraid this won't save you from what's to come. Not a bad first attempt at alteration, though. Come along, now, Alona. Don't make me tell you twice." Alona had mixed emotions running through her mind as she followed Sibel towards a large tent. A single bedroll was sitting on the ground, and Sibel began to disrobe. Alona averted her eyes and her cheeks turned bright red as she asked, "What are you doing?!" "Don't be so modest," Sibel chided, "You'll be getting well acquainted with my body throughout our time together, and I with yours. I sleep in the nude most nights, but I'll be merciful tonight and keep my undergarments on for you. I'd suggest you remove some of those layers before climbing in, but that choice I will leave up to you." Alona was flabbergasted as she watched Sibel pull her hood down and fold her robes. The woman was surprisingly stunning for someone who claimed to be over a century old. If the circumstances were different, it may have been a pleasant sight. As it stood, though, Alona felt all too anxious about what was to come. Sibel had a point, though. It would undoubtedly be rather warm beneath her. The short time that she'd spent beneath Uthgerd had been equal parts foul and steamy for more than one reason. She didn't have a choice in the matter either. With the contract signed, she was thoroughly bound until Sibel released her. With this in mind, she stripped down out of her robes. "Hmm, not a bad figure for someone so small," Sibel mused as she looked Alona over, "Good girl, now climb in and wait for me. Do not wake me unless you wish to earn my wrath and help me get back to sleep." Alona hung her head and drudged over towards the bedroll with a single affirmation, "Yes, ma'am." She crawled in without a word of protest, but Sibel could see that she was clearly apprehensive. Rightfully so, she'd lost count of the times she'd been awoken by her own gas. It was sure to be a long night for the would-be mage, but such was the price that had to be paid for her education and survival. Sibel would remain true to her word. If Alona was in fact Dragonborn, she owed it to her and all of Tamriel to ensure that she succeeded. She hadn't transcended death to fall at the hands of an age old prophecy. She waited until Alona was nestled under the blankets to climb in. She would have been lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to this. One of her favorite pastimes, discovered decades ago, was to dominate her fellow mortals. There was something about the rush that elicited an excitement deep within her. Alona tried to prepare herself for what was to come, but she simply wasn't ready for Sibel's cheeks to envelope her face. Her nose found its way into the crack of her ass without much in the way of effort from either woman. Still, Sibel reached down and grabbed her hair to adjust her. Once she was satisfied, she let out a contented sigh above Alona and relaxed. A hot and steamy blast of air gave Alona a sick kiss on her nose. The smell of leaks that had been left out in the sun alongside week old cabbage hit her, and Alona wiggled and gagged in response. It was foul, far worse than anything Uthgerd had hit her with. Sibel followed her face, and managed to keep it firmly lodged within her crack. "Be still, girl!" Sibel snapped, giving the back of Alona's head a firm smack, "Your face is a perfect fit for my ass, and I want to make sure that it stays where it belongs. Now, breathe deep and try to get some rest. Think of my farts as little kisses from your new mistress. Good night, little mage." To finish, Sibel let out an almost hedonistic grunt and gave Alona yet another blast from her ass. Not one, but two putrid gusts of wind rippled out of her ass and into Alona's nose. BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP BBBBBRRRRRRNNNNNNTTTTTTTT Alona felt sick to her stomach, but she kept herself as still as possible. She couldn't stop herself from squirming slightly as the smell lingered around her. Sibel smiled to herself as she closed her eyes. Alona's struggles felt amazing, and she could feel her breathing against her hole. This would be fun, and she was excited to introduce Alona to all sorts of new fun. However, for Alona, it was entirely different. This was a new hell for her, and she knew things would only get worse. Her mistress had promised her many things, but she'd also swore to use her for own amusement. It would be a long night, and it was only beginning. Perhaps she'd made the wrong choice in traveling companions. She could only hope that this would somehow make her stronger. If nothing else, it would certainly serve as motivation to master Sibel's spell. PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
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Connor had eventually decided to visit the ever-so popular Carnival later that evening. He was set on having fun! And boy was the place packed. He did feel hungry all of the sudden. C: “Wonder if there’s any good food here?!” He looked around and came across a pizza stand. Now that was certainly something worth eating, but the slice he got wasn’t what he was expecting.... C: “BROCCOLI PIZZA?! REALLY!?” Vendor: “Try it!” C: “Oh alright, if you insist!” He ate the pizza, and it was gross. C: “BLECH!” He also felt weird as he shrank down in height, and his skin turned green. His hair turned green as it lengthened to his shoulders. He also became female as his chest expanded, and his eyes enlarged, turning emerald green and his eyelashes lengthened and curled. She got pink eyeshadow, and faint pink blush makeup on her cheeks. Her lips turn orchard red, with lipstick. Her clothes change into a green dress and pink flats as her voice changes, to sound like Mindy Kaling. Her personality
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