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S&S Prelude #1

This post was inspired by a silly question. I ran with it and turned it into a bit of a backstory for Slutcat and Sworddog. It's not complete, though I don't plan to do another Prelude anytime soon - if at all - either. Just think of it as a peek into S&S pre-Skyrim (or very, very POST-Skyrim depending on your point of view!) And sorry, no images with this one.

The year was 3021 by current convention when the genius canine, K10 of Theatus, created the first and only chronological anomaly in her government-funded laboratory up to that time. Yet, as ground-breaking as this discovery was, it was not her primary mandate. Instead, her goal was to discover the cause and limits of the phenomenon known as the Reverse Proportionality Rule. The RPR had changed warfare in a fundamental way, and eventually was responsible for ending physical combat globally, though that was still decades away.

However, though the Rule's effects were well known, little was understood about it's origin, and even less about it's limits. The Rule, as currently understood, was simple enough...

"Any personal combat armor, regardless of material, worn by a fit and nubile female of human or humanoid type, will see it's effectiveness increase in reverse proportion to the amount of physical coverage provided."

When discovered, this Rule revolutionized warfare in a way that had not been seen in the history of Mundus. Tamriel discovered the rule first when an unwilling civilian, code named 'Slutcat', was thrust into battle via unusual circumstances. The projectile-limiting SloAir device was actively engaged in the battle at the time, forcing the combatants into physical melee alone. Though she was totally unequipped for battle, nonetheless she survived the encounter unscathed while nearly all of the military forces were decimated around her.

When the government learned of this miraculous event, Slutcat was taken to K10 for examination. As the inventor of the SloAir device and widely acknowledged to be the most intelligent mortal being on the planet, K10 was the best qualified and trusted scientist for this research. She had already been provided unlimited funds for further research on all things Military, as the ongoing conflict with Akavir had not been going well for Tamriel until the SloAir device was created. Yet this new phenomenon threatened to reverse the gains that had been made in the war if exploited by the enemy, so K10 was called in to research the situation.

Although her tests with the subject, Slutcat, were kept secret from the public, there was still much debate among those scientists, psychoanalysts, and military leaders as she began to publish her findings. At her request, however, K10 operated above the watchful eye of the bureaucracy. Even her location was kept in utmost secrecy. So when videos of Slutcat and K10 at a common public house were made known, it caused a clamor among the governmental officials that demanded more stringent oversight of the RPR project. However, no matter how much they railed and protested, K10 was simply too valuable to risk, and those in the very topmost positions refused to interfere with her research.

Meanwhile, the debate over the RPR in the scientific community continued to rage as K10's reports became known. Two schools of thought on the subject had emerged. First, the school of Bumps maintained that the RPR was manifested most clearly when at least one of the three primary erogenous 'bumps' on the female body was covered - those being the nipples and clitoris. Less than that and the RPR was rendered invalid. Testing indicated, surprisingly, that the looser the covering, the better. And it didn't appear to matter if the assailant was male or female or even bestial. Higher protectiveness values even seemed to originate when the bumps were only barely covered, and especially when that covering was very prone to exposure.

But those in the Bump train of thought were rivaled by a strong contingent of believers of the 'Holes' theory. They argued that the RPR was contingent not on the covering of the bumps, but in coverage of at least one of the four 'holes'. Opponents protested the lack of any simple 'hole' in the nipples, but Holers maintained that such arguments were merely pedantic. In fact, the number of those in the Bumps camp were outnumbered by those in the Holes camp significantly. Yet the Holes camp lacked unity, as a sizable portion of them had come to the conclusion that it was not the covering of the Holes that mattered. Instead, they believed that the phenomenon was based on impermeability. That is, the RPR protectiveness quotient was attributable not to the visibility of the Holes, but simply by their inability to be penetrated easily. Thus, the ultimate RPR armor could be completely transparent and slutty, so long as the actual holes in question were blocked in such a way as to limit access to them physically.

In fact, shortly before the Anomaly discovery, K10 had published the results of her own testing on the subject. Using microfiber technology, she had created a new type of RPR armor that was nearly invisible, rendering the subject (Slutcat) naked for all practical purposes. Yet the armor showed the highest recorded RPR values yet seen. However, the armor was functionally impractical as the fiber must be of the sheerest and most fragile nature to be effective. More substantial thread actually decreased the RPR value.

While all this was being debated in the highest scientific circles, however, K10 and Slutcat were having a ball.

"You mean," said Slutcat as she downed her third beer at a bar they had been frequenting lately, "you told them THAT?!"

Sworddog didn't drink alcohol, but she laughed just the same. "Yeah! Spiderwebs! The ultimate RPR armor! They ate it up!"

"Jeeze, Kay, will they buy ANYTHING you give them?"

The dog nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Apparently! As long as I keep sending them occasional useful gadgets. But don't call me Kay. My new anti-surveillance field works perfectly, of course, but I can't stop people from overhearing, and they might put 2 and 2 together."

Slutcat flashed a tit at the bartender to get his attention. "Another please!" she requested.

"Sure thing!" he said, turning to pour her fourth.

"What should I call you then?" Slutcat asked. "Fido doesn't seem right."

"Naa. Call me..."

"Sworddog!"

"Sword dog? Why Sword dog?"

"Because of that getup you showed me earlier."

"Oh! My armor! I get it. Well, I think I might need it when we go back. You may be nearly invulnerable there, but since I'm not humanoid, I can't use RPR."

"And you're sure the SloAir device will work there? They'll have arrows."

The canine looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm pretty sure it will. But that's really not what worries me."

"Oh? What then?"

"Magic."

"Magic?" Slutcat said, taking the mug from the bartender and flashing him the other tit.

"Yes. The ancient texts seem quite insistent. They even had schools of Magic of different sorts. I don't know how to defend against Magic. I'm not sure the RPR even functions against it. I've nothing to test against!"

"Mmm. And you believe Magic exists?"

"I can't rule it out. The RPR itself has got to be a type of magic. No logic in the world can explain it."

"Well, that's why we're going back, right? To experiment?"

"That's right. But it will be dangerous, even with your RPR outfit."

"And you too! You don't even get that protection as a dog. Look, I'm dying to get away. All those big strong men... not like these wimps now-days. I bet they have rock-hard dicks too! Back when a cock was a fucking COCK!"

"Well, we each have our reasons. Slutcat... you know I like you, right? Would you consider me your friend?"

"Oh hell yes! I got you that stud didn't I? He was nice. If I was a four-legger, I'da jumped him!"

"Indeed, you did. And yes, he was... all I could ever ask for physically. Mentally a nincompoop, of course."

"Sworddog, compared to you, EVERYONE is a nincompoop."

The dog laughed her short little laugh.

"That's true. But you've let me get out and loosen up. I like you Slutcat. I really, really want to do this, but I don't want to force you. There are a million things that could go wrong."

"You're not forcing me. Hey, I like you too. You're a good dog. And you don't try to scam my men away from me! That's a plus!"

"And I buy your beer."

"Hey. You can buy anything you want. I don't just like you for the stuff. You're fun to hang out with! I'd like you even if you WEREN'T the great K10."

"SHHHHH! Jeeze Slutcat!"

"Sorry. Must be the beer. I'm usually more discreet than that."

"You ready to go back to the lab?"

Slutcat eyed the bartender. He was eyeing her back.

"Give me a half hour, okay?"

K10 sighed. "You are insatiable. I'll give you an hour. Get it out of your system."

Slutcat rose and smiled at the dog as she stepped around the end of the bar. The bartender was watching her every move, and his eyes told her all she needed to know.

"I'm about to get it INTO my system. Repeatedly and in very many ways I hope! I'll be in the back room if you need me... But... Don't need me. I'll be back in an hour."

"Okay. But try and leave him at least mobile this time, okay?" Sworddog said as the Khajiit and the Human bartender spoke quietly.

She could hear them, of course, but she chose not to. Instead, she switched the anti-surveillance device to "Annoy" and turned it on the other patrons. Shortly the bar was empty save for K10 and the rather noisy pair in the back room.