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2 | Turdas, 27 Sun's Dusk, 4E 201


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                 Azhani woke up suddenly – there was a loud noise, but for some reason that wasn’t the concern at the moment. She sat up in bed and looked around, trying to remember where she was. She blushed when she realized why she had ended up in this inn room, and then stood up and went over to the window to retrieve her only clothes. Dry, with a hint of stale urine smell, but perfectly wearable otherwise – not that she had a choice. Looking out the window she determined that it had been at least twelve hours since she had fallen asleep, and she was turning around to head downstairs for breakfast when she heard another loud noise. Two, actually, in succession. The first sounded like a roar, but it didn’t sound like any animal Azhani had ever heard of. The second followed immediately afterwards and sounded like lots of metal crashing together, but also vaguely like a man yelling. The building shook as the second sound rang out.

                Not much liking the prospect of being inside an unstable building, Azhani ran downstairs and outside, first seeing the Argonian innkeepers crouched behind a stack of crates on the street. Then there was another roar, and she looked beyond them and saw a massive creature across the canal, two wings, two legs, covered in scales, and a head the size of her entire body. ‘Dragon?’ Azhani asked herself. ‘Aren’t they supposed to all be dead?’ As it turns out, this one was not dead, and at present was opening its massive jaws to spew fire down the street it was on – Azhani just noticed that there was a person standing there, a rather large man nearly covered in steel plates and wearing a red hood, who now had his arms in front of him to project a ward. Azhani also decided it’d probably be best to get to cover, so she rushed over to the crates the Argonians were hiding behind and crouched down just low enough to see the action. Of course, her body had to take that opportunity to remind her that she’d been asleep for the last twelve hours and she should probably find somewhere private, but the adrenaline of the dragon encounter kept her need in check. For now, anyways.

                The dragon’s assault died down, and the man it was targeting put his hands down, and held them out to his sides. He leaned back, his mouth open as if gathering breath, and in an instant, a great booming voice called out,

                FUS-

                And then the great metal clashing was heard again, the world seemed to shake, and the dragon reeled back, stunned.

                Azhani covered her ears as the noise rang out, but when the ground shook beneath her that left nothing stopping her from leaking a good deal, a new spot re-wetting her underwear. She shoved her tail between her legs as a response and wiggled her butt, still watching the action. Azhani reasoned with herself, ‘people piss all the time. How often would they see a dragon?’ and stayed exactly where she was.

                As the dragon was recovering, its prey jumped up, sword in hand, and Shouted:

                WULD”

                He was instantly thrown forward, closing the gap between himself and the dragon, ending up on its head, where he promptly directed his weapon straight into one of the dragon’s eyes. It lurched and flung the man off in rage, causing him to fly halfway to the town gate. The dragon made a few vain attempts to claw at the sword still stuck in its eye, but eventually let its head fall to the ground, letting out one last weak blast of fire before ceasing all movement.

                The dragonslayer stood up and brushed off his armor with his hands, but made no other motions – he just stood there, waiting. Azhani wiggled a bit more as she wondered was he could be waiting for, but was quickly answered by the dragon being suddenly engulfed in a bright light, its scales disintegrating, leaving only a massive skeleton behind. And at the same time, the light surrounding the dragon seemed to be reaching out to the man who had just killed it. It was flowing into him, almost – Azhani mentally reprimanded herself for thinking about things flowing into other things at the moment.

                She heard a voice to her left, the innkeeper Keerava: “Is he…?”

                The other Argonian, whose name she did not know, responded, “I think he is.” Small crowds of people hiding behind various other things nearby could also be heard whispering such things.

                Once the light faded, the Dragonborn casually walked over to the dragon, waving at a brick wall nearby to summon a brown-haired Nord woman who was standing behind it, out of Azhani’s view. This woman stood off to the side as the Dragonborn started trying to tear off pieces of the dragon’s massive ribs – but Azhani could see no more as he was quickly swarmed by townsfolk asking him questions and trying to get a closer look at their hero.

                Azhani, too, decided it might be a good idea to join the crowd. It wasn’t a decision her body agreed with, and when she stood up she felt the weight of twelve hours of urine hit her bladder, but recovered well enough and wandered over to the back of the crowd as casually as possible, her tail having been removed from her legs and replaced with a hand that she assumed nobody could see stuffed down her pants.

                She stood on her toes, trying to see what was currently happening in the middle of the road, but could only hear the clamor of everyone else in the crowd and the occasional cracking of dragon bones being torn off. ‘At least they’re all looking at him’, she thought as she picked up one leg and rubbed it against the other. Looking behind herself to make sure everyone was looking at the Dragonborn and not at her, she noticed Keerava giving her a funny look before heading back inside – her companion had joined the crowd, and Dragonborn or not someone has to stay in the bar, right?

                Azhani blushed and returned to her dancing and trying to get a closer look at the stranger. She hoped something interesting would happen soon, her need was getting worse by the second and she really didn’t want to go back up to her room and potentially miss ever actually getting to meet someone as legendary as a Dragonborn. Suddenly, she felt an overpowering urge and let out a three-second stream involuntarily, soaking her hand and even getting her pants wet.

                “Nnnnnnn- come on, people, Azha can’t seeee…” she muttered, still more concerned with the town’s savior than her own needs. A very unwise concern, considering she was now leaking more and more every time she jumped from one leg to the other – which was happening very often.

                The Khajiit groaned and removed her hand, which was drenched all the way through to her skin, as she felt a stream start. She knew by now she couldn’t stop it, so she didn’t try, and let it escalate on its own, at first trickling down her thighs, and then rushing straight through the fabric at her crotch and pooling on the street between her legs. Fortunately for the rest of the crowd she was far enough back for the puddle to not spread to them, and the road here was sloped towards the canals anyways so most of her lake just flowed down to join the real one.

                Despite the relief, tears welled up in Azhani’s eyes as she realized that she was actually wetting herself in public for the first time in years – since she was a kit, if memory served. And yet there she was, a full-grown adult, with her only pair of pants soaked beyond any hope of being salvaged and just getting more and more wet. Still felt good, though, she wouldn’t deny that, and eventually her stream did slow down and eventually stop. She turned around as soon as it did, not bothering to check the damages that she knew were extensive – but of course, at that exact moment the crowd decided to disperse, and she froze as she heard metal footsteps on the cobblestones nearby.

She looked over her shoulder and saw the Dragonborn stop and look towards her, but he faced forwards, blushed, and clenched his fists as soon as he noticed she was looking at him. He muttered something that sounded like “damn plate armor”, stammered for a moment, and called out “Lydia! Eh, give me your bag.”

Azhani looked over at the Nord assistant the Dragonborn had, apparently called Lydia – she had what looked to be the dragon’s entire ribcage cradled in her arms, and just looked at the Dragonborn with a bewildered expression and showed him what she was carrying. ‘Surely that’s far too heavy for anyone to actually carry, no?’ Azhani could still think clearly, which was a bonus, but for as much as she could think about walking away her legs absolutely refused to go anywhere.

She heard the Dragonborn say, “I see your point, I’ll get it myself.” And she yet remained rooted to the spot as the Dragonborn shuffled through Lydia’s things, and she wanted even more to run off when she heard that his plated footsteps where heading directly towards her. But she could not, and so the Dragonborn tapped her on the shoulder.

Azhani looked over at him behind her back and saw that he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact – and his face was completely red. “Uh, I figured you’d, uh, need these”, he managed to say, extending one arm that held… pants. Warm-looking cloth pants. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that offer but considering this was her only option if she didn’t want to run around half-naked – which she really did not have any plans to do – she took the clothes from the Dragonborn and managed to mumble a “thank you” and looked at her feet for a little while.

She heard the Dragonborn say “R-r-right then. Uh, come… Lydia! Let’s go sell those bones.” He marched right past Azhani towards the blacksmith’s store – as he walked by Azhani noticed that his legs were stiff. Lydia followed behind him, slowly, angrily muttering to herself “sworn to carry” over and over.

Once the two had gone out of sight, Azhani looked around. She could feel that she wasn’t completely empty, and the streets were deserted right now. So she slowly made her way over to the nearest alley, with her new pants hanging over her shoulder. When she was sure she couldn’t be seen, she just crouched down and forced whatever was left in her out – she was already wet anyways, what harm would a little bit more do? She sighed as she heard her little stream trickle out onto the stone, a pitiful display compared to what had just happened a few minutes ago, but after a little bit she finally felt completely empty and rushed back to the inn as fast as she could to get changed.


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