Mori Pro Imperio: The Story of Pliton Calleius

When I awoke from my sleep, Twilight was putting on her robes. She looked at me, and smiled.

“Well good morning, honey.” She said, “Breakfast will be in the tavern. I’ll be waiting there.”

I told her not to wait up as I climbed out of the bed, made it, and put on my armor. That alone took me a few minutes, and when I sat down next to her and Ernand, they were nearly finished their breakfasts.
I ordered a slice of Cooked Beef, served along with a cup of wine.

“So,” Ernand said, “Does anyone know where were Tralen is? We should be leaving soon.”

“I’m guessing he got a real nice and expensive room for himself.” I said, “That bastard. He’ll leave us in a second, even after we’re paying him one hundred septims.”

Everyone agreed at that statement. They then waited for me to finish my breakfast and pay for the rooms and food.
We walked out of the inn fifteen minutes later. The sky was the shade of gray you saw minutes before sunrise.
We walked through the poor district of Taneth before finding Tralen and the carriage in front of a different inn.

We climbed onto the carriage and waited for Tralen to get out. It was half an hour before he came out, rubbing his eyes.

“Come on,” Twilight said, “We’re losing daylight.”

“You lot annoy me sometimes.” Tralen said, “Don’t let a man sleep.”

“Not when we’re paying you to get us to Hegathe in a week and a half.” I said, “We need to reach the next town soon, the deadline approaches.”

“Alright,” he said, looking at a map. “From the looks of this map, it’s going to take us two and a half days at least to reach the next town, Lainbon. After that, there’s a fork in the road, though both ultimately reach Hegathe.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” I said, “Get the horses moving, Tralen.”

“Alright, alright.” Tralen said, “Gods above, you are a bunch of impatient bastards.”

He whipped the horses, and we were off. We cantered through the rest of Taneth, which was slightly larger than Rihad.

Unlike Rihad, which was a jumble of buildings in the middle of the desert, Taneth was much more organized. It was built like a rhombus, with the castle, barracks and temple in the middle. In the north, there was the more affluent part of town. Meanwhile, the southern part was where the middle and lower class lived. The poorest section was the southwest, where we had found our inn.

We left Taneth in a few minutes, and the guards gave us no trouble, probably because of the Imperial banners. We were soon into the desert road, and Tralen gave the horses a little more whip.

“Alright,” Ernand, “So, Pliton, what do you think Stros M’Kai will be like?”

“Hell,” I said, “It’s a wonder how we will be able to land there. The islands surrounding it have been overrun by Daedra, and the addition of Boethiah and Hircine’s forces will only make it more catastrophic.”

“Well,” Ernand replied, raising his eyebrows, “It’s going to be like nothing I’ve ever been in.”

“I’ve been in this situation before.” I said, “Five years ago, when the Stormcloaks besieged Solitude, the capital of Skyrim, there was no exit for us. We were massacred, only a couple dozen of us made it out alive and we escaped to High Rock. From there, we reported back to the Imperial City, where we began building back the Fourth Legion to take Skyrim back.

“When we did, the Stormcloaks and High King Ulfric were unprepared. We even took Markarth, a nearly impenetrable fortress, fell easily to us. We swung northward, taking Solitude with relative ease. The main invasion force moved through Falkreath to Whiterun, where Twilight and the Equestrians came into the picture. Then it all went to hell.”

“Yeah it did.” Ernand said, “My town was razed by the initial Daedra. I ran for my life into Skyrim, where the situation is even worse. From what I heard, Ulfric Stormcloak himself is fighting for Windhelm right now with every soldier he has. He’s been fighting for this long for one city.”

“He always was vain.” I replied, “He thought that killing High King Torygg would make the Empire bring back Talos worship. Though I worship him, I don’t kill the Emperor and begin a civil war across Tamriel.”

“I don’t know,” Ernand said, “I think that though Ulfric’s cause is valiant, but going to war with the Empire is insane.”

“It was,” I said, looking away, “But it paid off.”

The conversation ended at that. We exchanged small talk, and Ernand taught me a few more spells. I was now able to throw two fireballs before exhausting my Magika.

We ate lunch on the road, which was basically bread and mead. The mead loosened the tension a little, and we began to talk about what next after Stros M’Kai.

“If I’m not mistaken,” I said, “If we hold Stros M’Kai, we’ll probably head back to Skyrim to help the Stormcloaks. Unless they blocked us out, we’re heading there. But if they have blocked us out of Skyrim, maybe High Rock or maybe Valenwood or Elsweyr.”

“I would like to head back to see Valenwood.” Ernand said, “I heard their cities reside on moving trees!”

“Really?” Twilight asked, “That would be interesting to see and study.”

“I really don’t care for Valenwood or the Bosmer.” I said, “All Valenwood is jungle. There are little roads, and they are littered with threats from both nature and bandits.”

“Oh cheer up!” Twilight said, “Since when were you a racist?”

“Since those damned elves betrayed us and pillaged my city, twice.” I said, “I was only a baby when the Great War devastated Skingrad, but we had to live on the streets of the Imperial City for years. Something like that gives you a hatred for elves.”

“Wow,” Twilight said, “I didn’t know you thought of the elves so harshly. You know they can teach Equestria so much about magic and other knowledge?”

“Nothing the Empire can’t provide.” I said sternly, “The elves keep to themselves, and they would likely bar you from the Summerset Isles. A nation that just appears out of thin air would greatly intrigue the elves, but they would come to you, not the other way around.”

“Jeez,” Twilight said, “I didn’t know that the elves were that xenophobic.”

“They’re not just xenophobic to men,” I replied, “They’re downright hostile. The Great War and the conflicts in Cyrodiil before the Daedric Invasion show that.”

“Alright,” Ernand laughed nervously, “Anything else to talk about? Um, Pliton, what was Equestria like?”

“It was amazing beyond belief.” I said, thinking back to my time there. “Although I was only in one city, the technology there far surpasses anything here in Tamriel. Their armies are formidable; I think Molag Bal made a huge mistake merging it with Tamriel. It could give us the manpower we need.”

“Well that’s good.” Ernand said, “We need it.”

I only nodded, and the conversation died. We rode on into the night, and set up camp. We had a meager dinner of rabbit I had hunted, mead and bread. We went to bed to avoid being buffeted by the cold desert winds, and we all fell asleep relatively quickly.

When we awoke, Tralen said that we were a day and a half away from Lainbon.

“Alright,” I said, “We shouldn’t spend too much time in Lainbon; we need to hurry to Hegathe. We only have a week to get there before the ships leave for Stros M’Kai.”

“Got it.” Tralen said, “But you’re running the horses ragged. They need some rest.”

“Fine,” I said bitterly, “A few hours of rest in Lainbon to get supplies and food. Then we’re off, we can’t afford to stay the night in Lainbon.”

Tralen seemed annoyed by that, but he didn’t say anything. I got up from the fire, and packed up the bedrolls. While I was taking down the tent, Twilight came up next to me.

“Listen, Pliton,” she said, “I’m sorry about trying to force you to be tolerant to the elves. I just didn’t know that you were so hostile towards them because of what they did to you.”

“No worries,” I said, “You didn’t know. Now you do. Please just don’t bring it up again.”

“Alright.” She said, giving me a quick kiss. As she walked away, I had noticed that we had been growing apart during this trek across Hammerfell. Tonight, I vowed, things would be different. But to have that happen, I thought, I needed to make her laugh, and make her feel happy, so she could grow closer to me, again.

I had thought up of a plan by the time we had left our camp.

“Twilight,” I said, “Ernand and I have been talking a lot about ourselves. You really haven’t told him anything about you.”

“Oh,” she said, caught off guard. “Um, yeah I haven’t. What do you want to know?”

“Well,” Ernand said, “Just about everyone knows about what the Equestrians can do in battle. What do you do every day in Equestria when you’re at peace?”

“I usually study or hang out with my friends.” She said, “I’m from a small town, so there’s really no way to escape them, which sometimes is a burden, others a blessing.”

“Well where do you live?” I interrupted, “I thought you lived in Canterlot.”

“I live in Ponyville.” She said, “It’s a day away by train, it’s really quaint and…”

“I’m sorry.” Ernand interrupted, “But what’s a train?”

“Oh,” she said, “It’s kind of like a carriage, only it can carry more people and goes much faster. We would already be in Hegathe by now if we took a train.”

“Interesting,” Ernand said, obviously thinking about one. “Why don’t we have trains then?”

“The technology needed for a train is very advanced,” Twilight said, “And very complex. The engine, which runs it, runs on steam power. It runs on tracks, which is like a road, only it is bolted in place, and can’t move with the weather.”

We listened to Twilight talk about Equestria, and particularly Ponyville and her friends. I skipped by Rainbow Dash, obviously, and kept her talking about her pet baby dragon, Spike.

“So you can talk to dragons?” Ernand said, “Like the Dragonborn?”

“No,” she said, “It’s not like that. It’s that Spike can speak our language. So really, he’s like Pony-born or something like that.”

She chuckled lightly at her pun, and continued on. Ernand really took an interest to Equestrian magic, which he found very interesting. Levitation, teleportation and blasts of pure magic to attack kept her busy. I felt that she liked being the center of attention, which I found very good.

Before we knew it, we were having lunch. We still talked all the way through lunch, and even Tralen joined in on the conversation. She gladly answered most questions about herself and Equestria. The thing that really caught his attention was her mark above her left breast.

“Oh this?” She asked, “It’s my cutie mark.”

“A cutie what?” Ernand asked, tilting his head slightly.

“For Equestrians,” she said, “A cutie mark defines their special talent. We are all born without it, and we usually go on a quest throughout Equestria to find our special talent. My cutie mark shows my special aptitude for magic. Other cutie marks can mean that this particular Equestrian is adept in battle, or potion-making, cooking or even teaching.”

“That is very interesting.” Ernand said, “Maybe I should write a book about you. ‘Ernand’s Concise Guide to the Equestrian People’ I’ll call it.”

We all laughed as we boarded the carriage again. But Ernand was serious, and grabbed an empty roll of parchment and began to write down some facts.

“So,” I said, “Are you done with your little interview?”

“I wouldn’t call it that.” She smiled, and leaned in for a kiss. When our lips joined, I reached my hand behind her head, and brought her closer. I brought my tongue into hers, and massaged hers with mine.

The atmosphere during that kiss was purely magical. It was one of true love and affection. We stayed in this trance for what seemed like an eternity, but were really only a few seconds.

We pulled away from each other, and we could feel the magic in the air. Twilight blushed, and turned away.

Ernand looked up from his notes, and saw our faces.

“Oh I know what’s going to happen tonight.” He laughed, and patted me on the back, “Lucky bastard. I wish I had someone like her.”

I could only smile dumbly like a child. He laughed again, and went back to his notes. The ride that day was the most enjoyable of the trek through Hammerfell, by far.

When we stopped for the night, we set up camp, and began to cook our dinner. Twilight and I sat together on a mat in front of the fire. I had my arm wrapped around her, and her head was resting on my chest.

We gazed at the stars before our dinner was brought before us. It was beef stew served with yet more mead. We ate slowly; talking about fantasies of life after this was all over. We both discussed staying in Tamriel or Equestria, but couldn’t choose which was better.

Before we knew it, our dinner was finished, and it was time to head in for the night. We climbed into our tent, and sat down on the bedroll.

“Pliton,” Twilight said, “Today has been magical.”

“I know,” I said, putting my finger to her mouth, “Don’t speak.”

She leaned in nervously, and our lips touched. We began slowly, my hand reaching behind her head, my other reaching down her back. She held both sides of my face with her hands, and we stayed like that for what seemed like forever.

Our tongues soon brushed against each other, and then it started to pick up. I took off her robes gently, and tore off my armor. I laid her down on the bedroll, and began to suck at her neck. She held my head there, and moaned in intense pleasure.

All the while, I was undoing her top, and it soon fell off. She let go of me, and took off my shirt, and began to rub her hands up and down my chest while nipping on my ear. I exhaled slowly in pleasure as she reached her hand down to pleasure myself down under.

Her hand grabbed and pulled, rubbed and squeezed. She only stopped when I took off the rest of her clothes, and went down to pleasure her.

I put my head in between her thighs, and stuck my tongue inside her cavern. It became wet almost immediately, and I began to suck up the fluids. It tasted better this time than the first, which is really saying something.

I then began to brush my tongue up against her small pomegranate inside, and Twilight really began to moan and call my name. I kept stabbing at it with my tongue, only exciting Twilight more.

I looked up to her, and she then took off my undergarments, and she pulled me closer to her.

“Come on,” she panted, “Let’s go all the way.”

I then stuck my groin into her cavern, and waited for her pain to subside before I began to thrust. She yelled out in pleasure in pain, but urged me to continue. I continued to thrust, and she moaned and cried my name even more.

“Finish me,” she said, “You know you want to.”

“No,” I said, pulling out, “You don’t.”

She sighed, but she rolled over, and smacked her ass, as if she was tempting me. I couldn’t refuse, and thrust into her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She cried, “Pliton, I love you, I love you!”

I kept thrusting into her as acknowledgement, and I soon began to build up steam. I couldn’t hold it in for much longer, I was going to burst inside her.

“Get ready,” I panted, “I’m going to explode!”

She turned around, and nodded at me. Tears were running down her face, and she was blushing like mad. She moaned as the pressure built up until I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

It was like a symphony of pleasure and sexual lust had erupted inside me. Twilight cried out, she was probably doing the same thing. It seemed to last forever, but only a few seconds. I pulled out of her, and fell on my back.
Twilight crawled up next to me, and said, “That was fun.”

“That it was.” I said, kissing her on the cheek. We then slipped under the bedroll, and fell asleep in the warmth of each other.

Alright, I gave you a little treat there. So, I just realized that I hadn’t explained Chrysalis and Molag Bal, so I’m going to now. Since the Changelings live on the emotion of love, Chrysalis basically performed a marriage of convenience with Molag Bal, letting their love for each other strengthen the Changelings. Alright, I got that out of the way. Next chapter, the last leg of the trip through Hammerfell, and Stros M’Kai awaits! What will happen there, only I know! Muhahahahaha!