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The Latex Argonian

for Sanmer

by Draconicon

"We are never listening to that liar again."

"No kidding."

Seeker-of-Knowledge shook his head a few times, gasping for breath as he and his companion, the Khajiit Ka'Zar, stepped out of the miniature arena. The bones and bodies of too many opponents to count laid behind them, and the two of them weren't much better. The Argonian leaned on his staff - spent of all charges - while the feline walked forward with his hands on the large shaft of his axe, using it almost like a walking stick.

Before them was...nothing. At least, nothing that they had hoped for. All the treasures promised by the lying Khajiit they'd meet on the road were not invisible, but non-existent. Seeker bit his tongue, not wanting to dirty the air with his thoughts.

Ka'Zar, however, had no such compunctions, and went off on a horrible tirade, talking about how he would skewer that lying cat, how he would destroy him, how the road would be renamed from all of the blood spilled on it. Seeker quickly tuned him out, paying more attention to the few things that were in the room. If there wasn't something, then this whole trip would have been a waste, and they'd have to dip into their nearly non-existent savings to be able to pay for healing and recharging.

There wasn't much. A few jewels on the shelves, a bit of bonedust on the floor - nothing compared to the skeletons in the other room - and a couple of rusted weapons. Scarce enough, but nothing that would bring in the money that they were hoping for, particularly after the investment in scrolls and healing supplies for the last battle.

The only other thing in the room was a book on a podium, which Seeker slowly approached. The Argonian didn't have much hope that it would be worth as much as a whole pile of treasure, but he supposed there was a chance. A better chance than the other junk that they could be looting, at least, and that was worth taking a look at.

He leaned over it, blowing over the cover as Ka'Zar finally reached the end of his ranting, and then brushed away the rest of the dust. When he saw the title, he blinked a few times, then slumped down against it.

"Someone has a sick sense of humor."

"What's wrong?"

"Look at the title."

His friend came over to his side, glancing down at the book cover as Seeker grumbled under his breath. Of all the pranks to pull, of all the books to lock up in an underground tomb, someone had to pick -

"The Lusty Argonian Maid?"

"Someone must have been a fan...though I imagine it's more likely that some other thief made their way here first, and left this as a prank."

"I've never heard of it."

"You - Look."

He stood up again, and laid his hand on his cover. There was a small tingle as he touched it, but he passed it off as a small ward laid down to keep the book from falling apart. Flicking open the cover, he started reading it off, as he'd heard it so many times.

"The Lusty Argonian Maid, by Crassius Cur -"

"That's not what it says."

"What? Of course it...does..."

He paused, reading it again. Surprisingly, Ka'Zar was right. It was a similar title, but not one that he had seen before. It read 'The Latex Argonian Maid', and it wasn't by Crassius, but by -

"Oh, no."

"HA HA! WELCOME, MORTALS. COME ON IN, SIT FOR A SPELL. AND HASKILL, GET US SOME CHEESE. CHEESE, FOR EVERYONE!"

"No!"

The book suddenly glowed purple, and the pair of them were surrounded with a swirling vortex. It pulled at them from all sides, constantly tugging them towards the book. Even when Ka'Zar swung his axe and embedded it in the stone floor, it only gave them a moment's respite before the vortex pulled them harder still. Seeker cursed as they slipped into the book, and shuddered at the thought of what might await them within it.

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He opened his eyes to find himself wrapped in something much hotter and much tighter than he'd ever felt in his life. The Argonian slowly looked down, and his jaw fell open as he saw what he was garbed in.

"You must...this has to be a joke."

From neck to waist, he was wrapped up in some black, smooth material that reflected light better than any polished armor. He turned this way and that, grimacing at the way that it hugged his body and even let out soft squeaks and other strange sounds when he moved about. It was entirely impossible, and completely disgusting.

It didn't help when he looked further down and saw that it billowed out into a skirt before it reached the middle of his thighs. He grumbled, reaching down and grabbing at it, but no matter how he tugged, all he could do was stretch it before it snapped back to its normal size. It simply would not break or come apart.

"This...Okay. This is just wrong, but it could be worse..."

After confirming that his privates were likewise contained in this seemingly unbreakable substance, and that he was forced into boots that lifted him up by the heel, Seeker stopped questioning what was going on around him. Instead, he put his attention to seeing what the world was like, and what Sheogorath might be pulling with all of this.

Almost immediately, he started blushing. The 'world' around him was nothing more than a dungeon, and it was filled with so many different devices that it would put the House of Earthly Delights out of business, if anyone came here. The Argonian shuddered to think who would maintain a place like this, let alone for why. It was completely -

"There you are, maid."

He whipped around at the familiar voice, and his jaw dropped even further at the sight of Ka'Zar dressed up like some kind of Imperial nobleman. He cleared his throat as he shook his head.

"You - what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? You are the one shirking your duties, Lifts-Her-Tail."

"That isn't my name! My name...my name..."

His eyes went wide as he felt a tinge of fear. He knew that his name wasn't "Lifts-Her-Tail" - for that matter, he wasn't even a she - but he couldn't remember what it actually was. The name that he'd lived with all of his life had disappeared from his memory.

Meanwhile, Ka'Zar was chuckling to himself, shaking his head as he stepped forward.

"Well, it seems that my little maid isn't so interested in cleaning the dungeon. Perhaps 'she' should have something else to clean."

"But...I'm not here to clean. We -"

"What is wrong with you? You've been my servant for years, Lifts-Her-Tail. And every night, you've been so faithful to me. Polishing my spear and lifting your tail for me, just like you've been properly named."

He couldn't help but stare at the Khajiit as if he'd gone mad, but he was starting to wonder if he was the one who was insane. The more that the strangely-dressed feline talked, the more 'memories' began to flood his head. He remembered being on his hands and knees in this abomination of dress, remembering having his mouth filled with a...spear...and remembered turning around and showing off his other end, as well.

What am I doing? That's impossible! I'd never -

Suddenly, strong hands grabbed hold of his wrists, and he - Lifts, he realized he thought of himself now - was pulled along, dragged through the dungeon.

"What are you doing? Let go, I have to -"

"You can clean more later."

I wasn't going to say that!...Was I?

"But until you're ready to clean, I got something else you can do."

Lifts couldn't stop the bigger Khajiit, and was helpless when he was thrown towards one of the bigger pieces of equipment. Chains slammed shut around his wrists as he was kept facing away from his 'master', his legs and his arms locked in an x-shape. The Khajiit came up behind him, grabbing hold of his tail and squeezing it.

"Lift it for me, dear."

"But -"

He blushed as his tail was squeezed again, and something in him lifted it for the Khajiit. The bigger male pulled down another chain, and before Lifts could do anything, his tail was trapped in the restraint. He groaned, his face on fire as he realized that he couldn't cover himself, that the skirt was pulled up high, that his ass in its tight little covering was completely covered...

"Look at that, you're so shy. It's almost like it's your first time."

And he knew, somehow, it wasn't. He'd done this a hundred times before, at least, and more would come in the future...somehow...

He shook his head, but the memories kept coming of all the times he moaned, all the times he'd begged for a bigger spear, for how many times he'd sucked and swallowed and gasped and begged for more. It was all so much, so foreign, and yet so familiar at the same time. He couldn't even remember why it seemed so strange.

After all, it was his life, wasn't it?

Lifts gasped as he felt his undergarment get pulled to the side, a breath of air brushing under his tail before something hot and very, very hard pressed against him. His cheeks burned, his fingers curling into fists and his toes curling upon the frame.

"Does my little maid feel ready for her spear? She has to tend to it, before anything else. It's your most prized duty, isn't it?"

"Yes...yes, master, I should tend to it."

"Yes, yes you should."

"But how can I tend to all of it? It's so big..."

"Plenty of time, my dear...we have plenty of time."

The End