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Skyrim: Arga's Story

Chapter 9: Experiments and Side Effects

Sponsored by Draxinusom

By Draconicon

A week after becoming part of the College of Winterhold, Arga had expected to be learning new spells, finding out new theories of magic, and, in general, finding his way towards becoming better with magic than he already was. He had not expected to be turned into a horse and left outside of the college for almost three days.

He stomped a hoof in annoyance, the horse that had been an Argonian wandering from one snow drift to another before moving back to the bridge that led to the college. The village of Winterhold hadn't seemed that bothered by the appearance of a new horse in their midst, at least, and that was something. He had been able to scavenge food from the different bars and from the remains of the rubbish heap in the back of the Frozen Hearth, so he wasn't starving. It was just a matter of being so damn cold.

Why did I listen to Brelyna when she asked a second time? he wondered. She got it wrong the first time, and now she has it wrong the second. And now I'm waiting for her to come out and say that she's got the spell to turn me back...hopefully.

A part of him wanted to head back to the college and talk to Tolfdir, or Faralda, or one of the other mages that actually knew what they were doing, but something held him back. Perhaps it was the old habits of slaves against the masters transferred over to students against the teachers, or perhaps it was something else, but he didn't want to rat his fellow student out. He wanted to get her back for this, yes, but he didn't want to get her into direct trouble.

The horse neighed and whinnied to itself, and walked further along, trotting back and forth in a spot in front of the bridge.

Eventually, near noon, the dark elf in question walked down from the college. He spotted her making her way down the steps, and restrained himself from charging towards her. Brelyna was already nervous enough after she'd failed casting this spell before; he didn't want to agitate her further. She walked over, her hood up, and patted him on the neck. He followed her around the edge of the town, back over the pass to somewhere private.

The dark elf sat down as soon as they were far enough away to be out of eye and earshot, and sighed.

"I'm sorry that you've been waiting this long. This shouldn't have happened."

Whinny. Whinny.

"I hope that's you accepting the apology, but I'd understand if you didn't. This is...really embarrassing, considering where I come from."

Arga didn't say anything. There wasn't much point, when she couldn't understand him.

She was quiet for a few seconds, then reached down into her pockets. She pulled out a potion, then a second one, drinking them quickly before looking him in the eye. The swirl of magic in her system had taken her normally red eyes and turned them blue, shining with power.

"Alright...let's see if I can reverse this..."

Weaving her hands together and forming intricate magical symbols, the Dunmer started chanting away. Arga closed his eyes, trying to pay attention to the sound of the spell. It was so far beyond him that he didn't know if he could understand any of it, but even as a horse, a part of him wanted to learn. A part of him wanted to become a better mage than he already was.

The words were familiar, in a way, something that tugged at the edge of his memory. He'd heard spells cast before, but it was usually silent, in gestures that conveyed the meaning rather than something that was formed by the shape of the mouth. He'd heard it done that way before, though, both by dragons, and by...

His eyes snapped open again. The last time he'd heard these words was back in Morrowind, when he'd been a slave, when the Telvanni had been ruling him and his life. He neighed under his breath, knowing that he would have to drag a few more answers out of Brelyna for this.

The spell came together, and suddenly wrapped around him. He groaned as he felt the pressure all along his equine body, pushing at him from all sides and slowly pulling down towards his middle, making it feel like he was getting pushed through a tube and then collapsed inwards even more. He groaned and grunted, shaking his head from side to side as the magic sunk into him.

CRACK!

And then he fell, hitting the ground with...with arms and legs for a change, already a better thing than before. Arga opened his eyes, staring down. His hands were there, not hooves. A little darker at the tips than before, but the hard, smooth ends of his fingers were fading, the remnants of the hooves going away. He was about to stand up when he paused, realizing that he didn't see any sleeves on his arms.

He slowly turned his head downwards, and groaned.

"Brelyna?"

"Yes?"

"Did you happen to bring any robes?"

"..."

"I'm not hearing a yes..."

"I'm so sorry! I completely forgot."

The cold air was already settling in, cutting into his bones and filling him with the chill that was perpetual in Skyrim. Being naked was bad enough, but he didn't dare stand up with what was still hanging between his legs. While everything else had faded quickly, the genitalia of a horse was something less easily hid.

Shivering as he felt his body heat fading, Arga clenched his hands and pulled at his magic, forcing waves of heat through the ground beneath him. It wasn't much, but it melted away the snow and forced it to evaporate from around him, sending up bursts of steam. It almost burned him, but it was better than the freezing cold that threatened to consume him.

He looked up at her through the mist, the dark elf blushing heavily. He started to ask her to go get a robe when she reached for the clasp of her cloak. It came undone and she threw it over him, leaving her with a little less warmth, but with a great deal more for him. He pulled it tight around him before standing up, blushing at the feeling of the heaviness between his legs that still hadn't faded.

"Thank you."

"No, um...Thank you, Arga. I'm sorry for leaving you out here like this, and..."

"I'm just thankful that you found a way to turn me back."

"Yes...me too."

She took a deep breath, rubbing her arms, and he patted her back. The Dunmer smiled slightly, and then cleared her throat, right back to being professional.

"So, any side effects?"

"...You really want to know?"

"We might as well note it down. Was there anything that bothered you as a horse? Did the change hurt, or feel awkward in any way?"

"It was awkward, yes."

"How so?"

"..."

I can't believe that she is like this. Completely clueless one moment, and then all too interested another.

"It's a little awkward to say."

"Please, try. Anything that I can do to be better at magic is worth trying."

"...Well, if you insist."

He opened the cloak, and she gasped, as well she should. His humanoid shaft had been replaced by the sheath of a horse, as well as the balls below. The latter were several times bigger than his old pair, and while his cock had shrunk back into his sheath, he could feel how big it was inside, and how much larger it might become. Brelyna's eyes were almost bugged out of her head, and she mouthed words several times that he couldn't quite make out.

Covering himself once more, he made a discreet nod towards the college, and she slowly nodded. The pair of them started walking towards it, with her making notes in a journal and muttering furiously to herself. They were about halfway across the bridge when he turned to her and asked.

"You can fix it, right?"

"Hmm?"

"You can get rid of that and give me my old set back?"

"Um...I think so?"

"You think so?"

"Well, you weren't planning on having fun right away, were you?"

"I've been a horse for three days. Do you think I had a chance to do anything with that for that amount of time?"

"...Fair point. I will see what I can do."

"Please 'see' to it quickly? I don't want to be known as the Argonian with the horse cock. Not like this."

She giggled slightly, and they parted ways as they entered the college grounds. The College of Winterhold was divided into three main areas, and she needed to go into the library under the Main Hall. He, on the other hand, was headed to the Hall of Attainment, where the rest of the novices lived.

The door closed behind him, shutting out the cold, finally, and the barefoot Argonian made his way to his bed. The other students were talking to each other in the center part of the circular, stony room, but he ignored them, making his way to his bed and the chest of clothes that he kept underneath.

As soon as he touched it, he knew that it had been rifled through while he was gone. He'd left it locked, and now it wasn't. As he flipped open the chest, he found that one of his robes were gone, as were two soul gems that he'd been given to do his work. He'd captured an imp and an Ice Wraith in them, and they were gone. Arga grumbled, already having an idea of who the culprit was, but he focused more on just getting his robe on, getting out of the cold and feeling better about himself.

When the soft cotton of the robe was pressed against his scales - and thankfully not showing his new endowment too much - he felt better. The feeling of leather boots around his feet rather than snow crunching over them was a nice touch, as well. He put the lock back on his chest, and then pushed it under his bed -

"Ah, you have returned."

"Hello, J'zargo."

Arga turned, looking up at the Khajiit. The other beast folk student of the college, the Khajiit was probably one of the people that he was most mixed about. On the one hand, J'zargo had some genuine skill with magic, and was rather amusing to spend time with. On the other...

"J'zargo has already completed the assignment for the week. He has turned in multiple soul gems with powerful creatures within."

"Including one with an Ice Wraith?"

"Yes, indeed. Such a fine acquisition."

The cat ran his fingers along his whiskers with a chuckle, and Arga rolled his eyes. It wasn't even something that annoyed him as much as he thought it would. The cat was only digging himself in deeper, and while he could get angry, it seemed better to let J'zargo bury himself in his own difficulties.

"You know, if you're that afraid of going after them yourself -"

"Khajiit is not afraid. Khajiit merely knows opportunity."

"Opportunity that comes from a friend being away?"

"Why, friends are there to help friends, in absence as well as their presence."

Arga chuckled.

"Then you can help me with something else, if you're so smart and skilled."

"Really? The missing prodigy is asking the great J'zargo for help?"

Prodigy. That was the word that had been tossed around a little by Faralda after he had shown her the little trick he'd worked out for Destruction magic. He wasn't sure that it was quite earned, but if it was something that they wanted to call him, he'd take it. He doubted he'd get much more praise of that level before he graduated.

"Yes, help. Do you know much about Alteration?"

"Some, yes."

"Do you know how to use it on others?"

"Isn't that what Brelyna prefers to do? Oh, don't...you didn't get involved in another, did you?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Oh, you..."

J'zargo shook his head, the Khajiit looking around the corner. Their other student, Onmund, was still busy in his room, it seemed, because J'zargo leaned over and kept talking.

"Might be a way to fix it. What's the matter?"

"Shall I just show you?"

"J'zargo admits to curiosity."

Arga nodded, and used his tail to push up his robe until he could grab it. The minute that his sheath and balls were in view, the Khajiit's eyes went wide, and he had to stuff a furry fist into his mouth to stop laughing. About as expected. He let his robes drop again, the Khajiit turning his head and leaning against the wall as he heaved with giggles.

It took almost a minute for J'zargo to calm down, the feline finally turning around with a smile on his face.

"Oh, my friend, you really have gotten yourself into it, this time. But why not keep it? It wasn't as if you were truly massive before, or do you prefer something smaller than Khajiit?"

"If size was the issue, J'zargo, we'd never have to talk about this. But this is just...too much. Unless there's people out there that want to fuck horses..."

"Hehehe, a fair point, my friend, a fair point."

The Khajiit pressed a finger to his chin, and Arga stopped talking. As annoying as the feline could be, there was no denying that there was a great skill to his machinations. His magic suffered from it, at times, but his means of getting ahead of his competitors - even those that didn't know they were competitors - was second to none. The cat could figure out ways out of situations that Arga often didn't even know existed, and that's what he needed then and there.

Finally, J'zargo grinned.

"We need a distraction, but Khajiit knows what we need. In the library."

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"You know, next time we need a distraction, you're doing it."

"J'zargo knew what we needed, and you did not. Therefore, J'zargo needed to be the one to get it."

Arga shook his head, pulling some of the paper from the book explosion off of his scales. Some of the unused sheets had stuck to him, leaving him looking utterly ridiculous as they had left the room, and he still felt that way.

I'll be lucky if Urag gro-Shub lets me in there again this month, he thought, remembering the sheer rage on the Orsimer's face at the 'distraction' that he'd had to use to keep the green-skinned mage from seeing the sneaking Khajiit. Having worthless books blow up was one thing; doing it in front of the librarian of the college? That was something else.

They settled back in J'zargo's quarters, the pair of them getting comfortable as they sat on the edge of the bed. The gray, spotted Khajiit pulled out the book that they'd looted from the restricted part of the library and tossed it down on the bed, flipping through it. It was some guide towards body alteration, from what he could tell, though most of the theoretical stuff that the pages were displaying went right over his head.

A pat of him wondered if it would have been better to let Brelyna do her research and get his cock back to normal that way, but he shrunk back from that option for one reason.

Telvanni...

He remembered just how bad the Telvanni could be in Morrowind. While they were the longest-lived of the various Dunmer, and the most skilled in magic, they were also the ones with the oldest-fashioned ideas, and the ones that kept the most slaves. He shivered as he remembered having to serve among them, how hard it had been to escape when they learned that he had some talent for magic. They'd wanted to train him in other matters, to use him for different things, but by that time, he had no more patience. He had fled, and never looked back.

If she had Telvanni connections...

Arga shook his head. The idea of Brelyna actually having any connections to a country so far away was utterly absurd, but at the same time, he wasn't going to take risks that he didn't have to. Not with that.

"Ah, here we are."

J'zargo pointed to a page in the book. Arga leaned over, trying to make heads or tails of the various runes and marks that made it up. It was so very different from the magic that he was used to, and he knew that he had a long way to go before he was up to snuff with the book learning that the other students seemed to take for granted. He looked at the book, at the Khajiit, and at the book again.

"What am I looking at?"

"The runes that Khajiit must cast to return you to normal."

"Alright...how do we do this?"

"Well, first, Khajiit has to be better at Alteration."

"..."

Arga smacked a hand against his forehead.

"Are you telling me that we just stole a book from the head librarian, and there was no point to it at all?"

"Not at all. You have the book, now, and Brelyna is skilled in this, though J'zargo hopes to exceed her soon. Just take it to her, and let her be the one to deal with it."

"You know there was a reason I came to you."

"To show off that you are finally bigger than J'zargo?"

He shoved the Khajiit, though not without a smile. The arrogant little cat was a pain, but at least he was amusing.

The problem, however, did remain. Having a horse cock was something that he could deal with for a while, but he needed to be sure that it wouldn't just solidify if he ended up needing to use it. There were enough stories of Telvanni mages going through transformations that ended up becoming permanent after they had their fun. If that was the case, he needed to know.

"Can you at least tell me if this is something that'll get worse if I use it?"

"J'zargo is shocked."

"Why? That I'm asking you to touch it?"

"No, that you believe that Khajiit is unable to do that much. Almost insulted...but J'zargo will look."

Making sure that nobody else was going to wander in, they set up. He leaned back, pulling up his robe so that it rested on his knees, and J'zargo leaned over and started poking and prodding at his equine equipment. It didn't take long before the feline had his cock growing, lifting up and out from his crotch, and he bit his lips as it started to throb.

"Certainly, friend, you have a hefty piece of equipment."

"It's not even all the way out yet..."

"Truly?"

"Yeah...there's more inside."

"This is...amazing."

That's one word for it, Arga thought, trying not to focus on the awkwardness of the fact that his fellow student was getting him harder and harder with pokes, prods, and the occasional rubs. The feline's efforts had already pushed him to over a foot of length, but there was more. More slowly sliding out, more pushing towards the tip, until the head was resting against his chest, almost a foot and a half long. His balls churned, forcing his legs apart a little ways as J'zargo leaned over him, glancing at his cock and then down at his balls and then back up again.

"This is something extraordinary. J'zargo imagines many men would wish to keep it."

"Well, that's not...not what I'm aiming for. Can you tell if it'll turn permanent if I use it?"

"Well, Khajiit will need a more...intimate touch."

J'zargo leaned in, grabbing the shaft just below the head and squeezing. Arga gasped, biting his lips and thrusting up against the other mage's fingers. His friend stroked down, slowly, running his clenched fist further and further down the horse cock. Not in the up and down jerking motion of masturbation, but in a slow, searching stroke. It didn't matter; he was still getting stroked, and after three days of nothing, the damn thing was really sensitive. And it seemed to have stopped changing back, too; when he'd been first changed, it had shrunk from two feet to one and a half, but that seemed to be the furthest it was willing to go.

Further, further, further down it went, until the Khajiit was gripping him at the base of his cock and giving a few slow squeezes. J'zargo looked at it consideringly, and then reached further down, bouncing the Argonian's new, huge balls on his palm.

"Mmph! I said check it...not jerk me off..."

"Hehehe. Too much for you, lizard?"

"You keep this up, and we'll see if this horse cock is too much for your ass!"

Still chuckling, J'zargo stroked him a few more times, squeezed his balls, and even leaned in and sniffed around the flared head of the Argonian's cock. Each touch pushed him right to the edge and held him there, leaving him dripping pre.

Finally, J'zargo stopped, pulling back.

"It is hard to tell, but the spell feels temporary. Khajiit guesses that it will not stay permanent if you...use it."

"Good."

He stood up, pulling his robe down. It still left a bulge, but it was better than nothing.

"Where are you going, friend?"

"To take care of something that's been building up for the last three days."

"Hehehe, have -"

The creaking sound of a door opening caught both their attention, and he leaned out of J'zargo's quarters to see that Tolfdir was coming in. The old Nord stepped in, smiling through his beard.

"Ah, good, you're here. Mirabelle is asking for all the students to come to the great hall. We have much to talk about."

"What about, sir?"

"The dragonstone, of course. We may have finally cracked the code of what it is, thanks to Nelecar and Urag," the old man said. "And you should come by to get some of the credit. You brought it to us, after all."

"Uh, yes...can I have five minutes on that?"

"Why?"

"...No reason. I'll be right there."

Tolfdir left, and he sighed. Without even moving, he lifted his tail a bit, exposing himself from underneath.

"J'zargo?"

"Already prepared."

The sudden blast of cold nearly rocked him off his feet, but it did the job of making his erection flop back into his sheath. As the pair of them walked out, he glanced back at the book. If he could get over himself, then he would ask Brelyna to fix him...but somehow, he imagined he'd be stuck with a horse cock for a while.

This is going to get very, very awkward.

The End