I started playing Skyrim Special Edition back in, oh, March of 2021?  And I think I started adding mods immediately.

When I learned of the impending Anniversocalypse back in mid-October 2021, I was having severe problems with CrashToDesktop-on-Save (CTDoS) with my last (81st level!  550 hours!) character, probably because I'd just oozed into mod-using and just kept playing whist figuring out what mods I liked, and UNINSTALLING THE ONES I DIDN'T (this is Very Bad).  It's amazing it lasted as long as it did, really.

I had merely allowed Steam to place Skyim where it willed; and if it updated, I'd have to either give up a substantial and unknown number of mods or *shudder* play without any mods at all!

I decided that since I'd have to fiddle heavily with moving my already-kind-of-dodgy installation, and start a new character anyway, I might as well dump everything (except screenshots) and start over fresh, and try to do it better this time.

Anyway, I'm playing with four MAIN principles (and some lesser principles) in mind:

1.  It's My Computer.  I paid for it, I pay for electricity to run it (and cooling in the summer), I built it, I have to repair it.  NO ONE ELSE does any of these things.  No one else PAYS for any of these things.  If a program is under the mistaken impression that IT owns my computer, it may get killed and removed, because I HATE YOU AND WISH TO CAUSE YOU PAIN AND SUFFERING.  I utterly hate all programs and companies that assume THEY own MY GOD DAMNED COMPUTER.  This is Google, Facebook, Amazon, Microsoft, Apple for their hardware, Android, Intel, NVidia, AMD, Chrome, Firefox...  I don't want to contribute to their database of use-of-their-product or errors-in-their-product; I don't want to participate in their marketing research survey; I don't want to be (and I'm not getting paid for) advertising THEIR product.  They didn't ask, and the answer is "NO" anyway.  Fuck all of them.  I'll uninstall, delete, block, and firewall any shit that I feel like, and find alternatives and hacks and hot-wiring and jury-rigging and plain ol' not use it, because IT'S MY FUCKING COMPUTER.  If their program can't handle not being allowed to track my every keystroke, rummage through my files, and copy everything that might be interesting back to their Evil Lair HQ, then fuck their program and fuck them with a slow dull rusty chainsaw.  Starting at their feet.  
2. It's A Game, It's Supposed To Be Fun.  If it stops being fun, I could be doing other things, and I could use the computer storage space.  So, grindy elements that I find to be torture -- like 'no fast travel' or 'no fast travel out of dungeons' or 'make ten trips back to town to sell the loot I find in one dungeon' -- are Right Out, because F That Nonsense.  If I really don't want it to happen, I'll make it not happen, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.  That's not threatening you, unless you're a game designer who thinks that making players 'grind' (do repetitive tasks that honestly are exactly the sort of things computers are better at than humans, never mind that it's all inside a computer game anyway) is a Good Thing to put into a game because of reasons.  It is not, and I have a special set of needles just for those, to stick into their eyeballs and tap-tap-tap into their skull sinuses.
3. If The Game Cheats, I (Get To) Cheat.  Out of three times I've done the Vaermina quest already, the door inside the chapel (that goes to the dungeon) has failed twice.  I've heard that Windhelm's Blood On The Ice is crippled as well.  These are vanilla quests.  (Why the hell, Bethesda...)  If I find a mod author has forgotten to finish the flooring in some area by falling through it and getting trapped, I'll turn off collisions and fly back to where I want to be.  If I can't get through a door I'm supposed to, I'll turn off collisions and go through it.  If someone dies and they shouldn't have, I'll resurrect them.
4. This Doesn't Make Sense / Why Can't I Do This In Game When I Can In Real Life? My suspension of disbelief is old and needs new springs; it bottoms out very easily.  This drove me to distraction in Kingdoms Of Amalur - you have exactly 70 inventory slots, and you can only buy 10 more at a time, at specific vendors, once each per vendor, max 130.  It doesn't matter what goes in one slot, except for the exceptions (10 potions per slot, notably). You also can't drop anything - only sell it, destroy it, or once you unlock a player home you get one chest to put things in -- and there's a limit on the number of things you can store in it (and it's a common storage space, so you get ONE chest no matter how many homes you've unlocked).  You sit down exactly one time in the entire playthrough with DLCs, and it's for maybe a minute; you can only sleep certain places; I don't think you ever need to eat, drink, or sleep; there are things in inventory you cannot get rid of EVER; enemies die and have weapons and armor RIGHT THERE that you can't take; the world has invisible constraining walls...

So, Modded Skyrim For The Win!!

Also, a fifth (and lesser) principle: I have limited time to play.  If you think I want to spend twenty minutes struggling to deal with the effects of your mod, you're wrong wrong wrong.  If you think I appreciate having to run through five loading screens and three minutes of corridors and stairs to get from Useful Point A to Useful Point B, you're wrong wrong wrong.  Doing the trip once is okay, for exploration, or to show off the paintings you put on the walls or your awesome tunnel textures or whatever; after a few times, all I feel is anger at the waste of my time.

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General Game: Special Edition via Steam for Windows, pre-Anniversary Update (1.5.97), no Creation Club content

Computer: AMD something-or-another 8370 4 core ~4.0-4.15GHz max not overclocked, 24Gb of RAM in 4 slots, 

Video/GPU: NVidia GTX 760 with 4Gb VRAM

OS: Windows 10 (hiss!)  I hate Microsoft, and have hated Microsoft for decades.  Why am I running it?  Because my SO is a whiny shit, is why.

mod manager: Mod Organizer 2

I followed Lexy's LotD Guide for a lot of my before-my-mods setup; you should too, except for most of the specific mods if you don't want them.  I have kind of a potato computer, so I just ignored a lot of her graphics improvements altogether, and only use Cathedral Weather and Seasons as an ENB (Enhanced Natural Beauty).  But the rest of her setup instructions are golden.  I especially liked making 'fake mods' in MO2 (which are just sub-folders or subdirectories) to store the output of various helper programs like Bodyslide; this is brilliant, and easy to do if you do it from the start.

I also organized my mods into categories this time, which makes it MUCH easier to find them and order them.

You should probably follow The Method.  I didn't, because I have very little patience, but I can see that It Is Good.

Body: CBBE 3BA

Animations: FNIS (necessary for creature sex) plus DAR 

I followed the excellent guide to using FNIS alongside Nemesis, but then decided that since I needed FNIS that I didn't want the extra complexity of Nemesis also.

DAR seems like its animations enhanced Everything Else, so I had to put that in.

Notable mods:

WARNING:  I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A PERVERTED PLAYTHROUGH; I WASN'T KIDDING.  

It's going to have lots of sex, nonconsentual sex, prostitution, some BDSM, overly-large breasts, lactation, bestiality, tentacles, spiders, cannibalism, drugs, and I've got a children-are-killable mod too.

Of course, the original game has cannibalism, Mephala's Ebony Blade, Boethiah's pillar, mind control (or at least very limited dialog choices and some un-avoidable quests) and the 'hero' is someone who basically kills everything alive in front of her/him as a default behavior (which I heard described as "murderhobo"), with options to become a vampire or werewolf, join the assassins' guild, and to give victory in a civil war to either racists or religious crazies.  I'm not batshit-loony enough to think that sex is worse than mass murder. (I'm not going to kill /all/ the children...)

Notable Sex Mods:
Creature Framework and Aroused Creatures and... lots of animations covering a wide variety of creatures
Kyne's Blessing / SexLabs Parasites
Submissive Lola
Milk Mod Economy
Devious Devices though not Deviously Cursed Loot
TDF Prostitution And Pimping, AND Radiant Prostitution, both
Player Succubus Quest, Succubus Heart, Sucubuss [sic] Layer, AND SexLabs Deadly Drain Enhanced - this is because I really suck
one or more of Defeat, Naked Defeat, and/or Yamete
Simple Slavery Plus Plus

Notable Non-Sex Mods: (though I might still get fucked by these mods...)
lots and lots and lots of clothing
Heel Sounds (I got addicted to the clop-clop-clop-clop, okay?)
LazyOutfit
Try My Outfit
Tropical Skyrim Overhaul
Cathedral Weather (also an ENB, kind of)
Alternate Perspectives (an alternate start mod, alternative to Arthmoor's AS-LiveAnotherLife)
Apocalypse (magic modifications) and More Apocalypse
Animated Wings Ultimate
Vitality (kind of Survival Lite)
some of Mihail's monsters
M'Rissi's Tails Of Trouble (played a bit of this to make sure it was working, like that tells me anything)
Beyond Skyrim Bruma (never played this)
Wyrmstooth (never played this)
Legacy Of The Dragonborn 
Moonpath to Elsweyr (never played this)
Vigilant/Glenmoril/Unslaad (never played this)
Complete Alchemy and Cooking Overhaul (CACO) and the dozens of patches for it
Complete Crafting Overhaul Redone (CCOR) and ITS dozens of patches
Weapons Armor Clothing & Clutter Fixes (WACCF) and ITS dozens of patches
Inigo
Lucien
Skeever 
Nether's Follower Framework
Way Of The Monk
Valravn (combat 'overhaul')

This is the Table Of Contents page for the Dissected Chicken, which is the non-narrative side of The Whole Chicken.

• Postulates - where I'm coming from
• Essential Other Files - that aren't part of Windows and aren't part of Skyrim nor (directly) its modders

A Glossary of terms and acronyms used in Skyrim modding.  I don't have all of them, so if your favorite is missing - or you can't figure one out - let me know and I'll probably include it.

Episode The Third

My entire being was moaning in the agony of empty.  I finally forced myself awake, but it was still dark.  I fumbled around for my glasses, but there was something on my head, covering my eyes...  Memory returned slowly.  Where I was.  What I was.

And, despite the fact that the emptiness was roaring inside me, I still had a painfully full bladder.

Thrashing around, trying to get up, I thumped into something which... smelled like food, and felt like a sack.  

/Woman-master left this for me,/ I thought, a little memory lacing through the pain and /empty/.

I crawled to the waterfall that hid the tunnel to Down, and peed there.

Then I came back out, drank out of the clean water filling the basin in Onsen, milked myself until the swollen pain subsided, then made my careful way back to the sack of food.

There were all kinds of things in it; bread, something like a potato, big juicy tomatoes, some cooked meat - though it tasted different, not like I'd gotten sometimes Below.  

I had a little of each, and was thinking about what to eat next, when the screeching of my lover aroused me.  "Yes, lover," I murmured as I went to him, feeling my fuckholes get wet...

He pushed me to the ground and straddled me, grabbing my head firmly with his hands as I gasped, "Irete hoshii!" before insistently pushing his massive cock into my wet and ready fuckhole.  I could smell his odd cologne or whatever, that made him so distinctive and so desirable even though I couldn't see him, and I could smell his arousal too, and feel that he was wearing the same kind of hard stuff that covered me, except his was complete where mine had lots of little gaps, at least on my body.  

"Oh, yabai..." I sighed with pleasure as he began pounding me, and my first orgasm washed over me.  The pain of my still-swollen breasts bouncing back and forth as he energetically fucked me just added some spice to my orgasms.

Maybe too soon he let go of my head and started to cum inside me, enough to fill my fuckhole and overfill it, with some squirting out as he shoved his cock in me the last few times.

I sighed, my body exhausted and my tits hurting, as he pulled out then splashed away through the water and through the tunnel to Outside.  When I could move again, which was when the /empty/ got to be too much to just lie there and luxuriate in my cum-filled pussy, I moaned just a little and got up.  /Thirsty.../  I moved to the deeper section of the onsen and knelt to drink the water.  

As I stood again, my breasts coming out of the water hurt as they sagged, reminding me that I had to milk them.  They hurt so bad when they were like this...

As I stood there milking myself, I heard Woman-master say something.  I hadn't even known she was here!

I almost tripped as I went to her, as she said some more things, which I couldn't understand.  

/Why can't I understand her?/ I fretted, but as I got closer, I could smell her arousal, just like I had his.  I knew what to do now, so I dropped to my knees as I got close enough and showed her I was ready to make her come.

Instead, she pulled me to my feet again, turned me around, and pushed me away.  That confused me, until I heard the clattering of my lover, far away but coming closer.  /Oh, she wants me to do him again,/ I realized.  Masters did that a lot.

/But did he come back from Outside?  It sounds like he's coming from Down.../  I couldn't figure that out before he was there, screeching insistently.  The echoes confused me, and I turned around trying to figure out where he was.  /Damn this helmet!/  Finally I felt a firm touch on my back, of all the weird places, and reached around and felt his massive cock pushing up towards the back of my head.  

I moved forward a little to get room to turn around and drop, but he had another idea or something, because he shoved his huge cock into my slippery butthole.  I gasped in surprise but braced against it, until I could start moving myself back and forth to ass-fuck his cock.

Not surprisingly, I eventually overbalanced as my movement combined with his shoved me a little too far forward.  I managed to catch myself with my hands, but then I was weirdly bent over on my hands and still on my feet with his cock firmly in my ass.  

Then he moved closer, shoving deeper into me, and I had to push back against his thrusting, cumming as I did it the first time.  "Oh yes, yes, yesyesyes..."  He pounded me that way repeatedly, making me stutter as I held myself up and felt my insides being rearranged and thumped by his wonderful cock as I flexed and arched to maximize his pleasure.  "Ikisou!" I lied, because I was already cumming.  "Oh, ikisou..."

As he started to cum, he lifted me up, and in a panic I wrapped my legs around him  I yelped, as loudly as I dared, "Yabai!  Iku!  Iku!" as he vibrated and spurted. 

Eventually he finished, and I unwrapped my legs and dropped to the ground.  He backed up and I could smell his wet cock get close to my face, so I cleaned it thoroughly with my mouth.

Apparently I knocked something loose or squeezed something because I felt a lump slide out of my fuckhole and splash into the warm shallow water I was kneeling in, then another;

but his cock got all my attention and as much tonguing and sucking as I could manage.  He finally decided he was clean enough and walked off.

As I knelt on my hands and knees and tried to catch my breath - fucking that way had been terribly athletic - my lover left, splashing through the water toward the tunnel and slowly getting quieter until I couldn't hear him any more.

Then the woman-master came towards me.  Was she watching the whole time?  But she had to have been.  Which gave me an extra bonus orgasm as I imagined what it must've looked like.  It was like...  But whatever it was like faded before I could grab it, as the empty devoured it.  

I felt my nose swell up and my eyes start to burn with tears, but the woman-master was saying things to me, and then she grabbed my head and pushed it back, and put a bottle to my lips.  I obediently opened my mouth and she poured in some vile nastiness that smelled and tasted kind of familiar, but I didn't remember from where.  

She pulled me up and walked me to the waterfall that hid the tunnel to Down, and pushed and pulled me back and forth for a few steps each way as I started to sweat, before pulling me out again.  I wondered why she was doing this, but I obeyed like a slave should.  She was still talking to me, or at me, as she brought me back to where the food thing was, and then pushed me into a kneel again.  Whatever she'd made me drink was making me kind of fuzzy, and really sweaty and hot, and more horny than I needed to be, but she showed no sign of having me fuck her or milking me or anything, so I started to rub myself.  Words streamed out of my mouth, things I'd said when I was doing something... something like this.  I writhed on my knees as I fingered my slimy-wet-half-full fuckholes, and stuck my tongue far out of my mouth as I licked my fingers, and was surprised at how easy it was to drive myself into cumming.  It didn't used to be this easy!  I heard something as I got close to another orgasm, so close that I would've disobeyed a master to finish myself.  It only took a few straining seconds more and then it exploded inside me, rattling me like I was being shaken.

Before I could do more than take a single breath, there was a cock in my face.

 Lover! I thought, as he stuck his big cock almost in my face but downwards, and started enthusiastically humping my tits.  Which were still mostly full, but I guess that made them firmer or something.  It hurt me, but I pushed my tits together so he could fuck them better, so he could get off.  And she's watching all this...  That made me cum, again, just thinking about her watching it.  Watching me grovel and writhe and do anything to get myself filled and covered with cum like a good slave.

I licked what I could reach of my lover, but all I could find with my tongue was hardness, like the things on my own body.  But his taste and smell was divine.

He finally finished, spraying what felt like gallons of cum all over my belly, and then walked off like he always did.

The woman-master said some more, which I didn't understand - I hoped, really hoped, that she wasn't expecting me to understand, because I didn't and I didn't know how to do any better, and if she was telling me what to do or something important I'd never know - and then pushed me forward, then down, until my face was almost in the water.

Then she poured something on the back of my head, almost at the neck, and pushed my head down so whatever the cold stuff was, it flowed under the helmet.  It smelled really bad, but it was also familiar; but somehow from a different Before than the thing she'd made me drink.  

As I tried to understand, she pushed my head even further down and started poking in between the helmet and my skin with something.  It was like a horrible nightmare trip to a hair stylist, because it kept hurting, and then she'd pour more cold stinky stuff in, and when that stuff seeped into the hurty places they REALLY hurt.

I wondered if I was being punished.  Was I not supposed to titty-fuck him?  Did she want me to lick her?  But if she did, why didn't she just make me?  Or was she telling me to do it and this is what I get for not understanding her?  And it hurt more and more as she did it more and more, and burned more and more, until I was silently crying and couldn't even feel the empty as I just wished it would stop.

Then she pulled the helmet half off, which made me cry out as some of it poked me in the face.  She patted me on the shoulder with one hand, then started poking at what was under the helmet again.  Finally, I got what she was doing, and started to help, pulling the helmet a little so she could do whatever it was that was getting it loose.  Is she cutting my hair off?  She's cutting my hair off, I worried, but she wouldn't be doing that if she didn't have to, I think.  Maybe it was glued into my hair or something.  Maybe the burny stuff is dissolving the glue?  

Eventually she got so close that I just started pulling harder, and eventually my hair ripped loose or came out of my scalp entirely because it felt like I'd burned my head on a hot stove, and I fell down because of the sudden release even though I thought I was ready, but then I staggered upright.

The woman-master said something at me.  I blinked a lot and tried to see.  Which I hadn't done in so long, I think my brain had forgotten how it worked.

 
Eventually I could make both my eyes focus on the same thing, and I could see her face.

Though why she had a dark horizontal stripe across her eyes, I had no idea.

She smiled, then put a hand just below her own neck and said, very carefully and clearly, "Lastelle."

/Is that her name?  It sounds like a name./  I blinked a few more times, then put a hand to /my/ throat and cleared my throat a little and said, "Jillian."

She reached out a hand and touched my face, gently, and repeated slowly, "Jill-ee-ann."  Then she smiled again.

I loved her so much.

She took one of my hands in one of hers and led me back to the food, which I could now see-  I can SEE! - was in a burlap sack.  It was in between two kind of beds padded with fur and straw on the floor.  She started to get down and pulled me with her, pushing me until we were in a 69 position.

 This is so much EASIER when I can SEE! I realized, and smiled a great big smile at her.

Then I paid her back for all her love and work, and the way she helped fend off the /empty/.
 

Episode The Second

The horrible feeling of emptiness woke me up, an aching pain in my belly that kept me from getting up for a while.  Or doing anything but holding it and moaning softly, really.  Food, I thought, because this was the extra empty that food would fill up.

When it eased enough that I could move, I rolled over and got to my hands and knees, and started crawling towards what I remembered as being the food-place.  I stopped before I fell off the rock, though, as I dimly and slowly remembered where I was; that I was someplace different now.

I tried to look around, to see where I was, but there was something covering my head, and it wouldn't come off.

Along with the hunger, I think my mind was working a little better, because I could remember yesterday, with the woman-master, who had removed my 'little friend' and then sucked my milk and then sexed me.  Maybe she has food?

That was enough to get me to carefully crawl backwards off the rock I was on, and - after drinking my fill of the warm water, which helped a little with the hunger pains - I had to milk myself, to help with the titty pain.

Then I had to play with myself, because I was so horny I'd start moaning soon, which might get me beaten.

I carefully made my way up the stream and tunnel to the place that had grass, which was - I thought - the place I'd found her before.  

It smelled different, very different, than where I'd been.  It smelled like outside, in some way.  There was some stinky stuff, like rotting vegetation, but also, just, I dunno, trees and grass and flowers; and while I couldn't smell light I could feel the heat of what had to be sunlight on different parts of my body, even through whatever was covering me, as I turned this way or that.  I still couldn't see, and I tried pulling at the helmet that covered most of my head.  That didn't work, and I dimly remembered it hadn't worked before either.

I moved away from the places I thought I might want to use and watered the ground, though I didn't have much.  

After that, I spent some time just carefully walking and crawling around - crawling was safer, but walking felt better - figuring out what this area was, and what was in it.  I'd done the same thing in the last onsen-  Onsen? I wondered, when the word appeared in my mind.  I could sort of remember other things that were onsen, and other people there, naked, and a towel on top of my head...  Before.  That was Before, I decided, and this is Now.  And this is Outside... and the other place I was, when I woke up Now, is Onsen.  Onsen was warm, very wet, and in a cave or tunnel or something; a decent-sized cave, too.  And a waterfall- no, two waterfalls, I remembered, and there's a tunnel on the other side of one waterfall that leads Down.  Down was where my 'little friend' had grabbed onto my face, and I couldn't eat, and... I'd crawled away, up the streams, until I got to Onsen and then Outside.

Down was where the masters were, and the other slaves I bumped into, and the lover-fucking-pool we went to sometimes - much like Onsen, the one I'd been in just before coming Outside, Now; but in the other one I always got fucked there by my lovers - and the milking machine, and the food-trough that I'd stuck my face into to find flavored mush and occasional bites of meat.

Thinking was hard, and remembering was even harder, though I knew it shouldn't be this hard, so it took me a long time to get all this, as I crawled around and touched and smelled things in Outside.  

It sounded like Outside too, with the rustling of grass in a breeze, bird noises, frogs, more water though it was further away and not as warm... other noises that I didn't know what they were.

It's just kind of nice being Outside, I thought, and smiled.  

But I carefully crawled back to the entrance to the tunnel to Onsen, just to make sure I could find it again.  In fact, I wanted to...  I wanted to go somewhere specific and do something, because...   Because...  I couldn't think of it.

Until I bumped one of my breasts on something.  "Oh!" I exclaimed, as it all came back in a rush; my breasts hurt, because they were full of milk, and so I needed to go to the milking machine; except that was Down and Before, where the masters were; so now I needed to do it with my hands.  "Hai," I nodded slowly, and knelt on my knees so I could lean back and start squeezing the milk out of both breasts at once.  "Kimochi ii..."

The milking machine had fucked me too, I realized, as I discovered, because I didn't have a hand free to finger-fuck myself; not if I was going to milk both my breasts at once.  "Ohhh god please," I moaned, "please...  I need help.  I need to get fucked..."

As if in answer to my begging, I heard the voice again, of the woman-master.  She was a distance away, but now I could hear her walking through grass or something.  Towards me.  I stayed crouched where I was, obediently, hoping...  She said another sentence as she knelt down and touched my face for a moment.

"Master?" I asked as I stood up.  

She said several sentences, none of which I could understand.  I tried to, I really did, but the sounds just didn't make any sense.  "Makotoni moushiwake gozaimasen deshita!" I gasped in desperate shamed apology for my inability to understand her, and tried to bow, but my hands moved to my groin and began rubbing me without my permission.

She said some more,

and then I felt hands curving around my waist and holding me.  

I froze, and my hands thankfully moved away from my sex.  She said some more, and it sounded like she was smiling at me.  "Osoreirimasu," I managed to get out.

She said something else, in a lower pitch that was very sexy, and then she kissed my nipple.  "Yes Master," I agreed, and she hugged me, slipping one hand around my waist as the other touched my shoulder.

I hadn't been hugged in a VERY long time.  It took me a while to remember what to do with my hands; I ended up mimicking her.  

She was smaller than I was, which I found curious but I didn't know why I did.

Then she kissed my lips.  So warm... so soft!  And none of the masters or my lovers had ever done THIS, but I knew what it was, and I knew I liked it.

In fact, I knew that she was good at it, though again I don't know how I knew.  That worried me a little, in a distant think-about-it-later sort of way.

I ended up on my knees, and she put her legs on top of mine, murmuring encouragement when she wasn't kissing me.  "Yes master," I agreed with whatever she was saying.

Some time later, I didn't know how long, she pulled back and pushed firmly on my shoulders and said something which had to be, 'stay here.'  So I stayed, as she got up and immediately knelt down next to me and began to finger me, as she'd done before.  "Yes. Master," I agreed eagerly, keeping my legs spread for her.

When she pushed me further down onto my back, I didn't even know what was going on except that her hand stopped.  But something big and firm took its places, rubbing against my sex as something else touched my mouth in a kiss.  Something slithered its way in and as I'd been trained I opened my mouth to it, and was rewarded with a little agile thing in my mouth and that big thing rubbing me into insanity.

Tongue, that's her tongue, was about the last thing I could think for a long time.  That and Please FILL ME.

Eventually I came back to my body as it all stopped, but I couldn't do anything.  The woman-master was bumping me around, thumping me - was it for the noises I'd been making, unable to help myself?  Was she going to hit me?  Would I care, at this point? - which ended with a scent I dimly recognized,

of a woman's sex descending on my face.  I knew what she wanted and what to do, and I did it, though my tongue began to hurt very soon because I had been dealing with male masters and lovers for so long I was kind of out of shape.

It was hard to breathe with her thighs squeezing my head and her sex rubbing into my face, but I did my poor best to repay her kindness and generosity.  The noises SHE made, which I felt as much as heard, weren't like the male-masters' noises, but I thought she enjoyed what I was doing, so I kept doing it long past the point that my entire lower face was in overstrained agony.  She deserved everything I could give her, so I gave her my everything.

Eventually, she squeezed my head very hard for a long time as she shook, rattling both of us, then slowly relaxed.  A while after that she pushed herself off my face and crumpled down next to me, wrapping an arm around me.  We lay there, breathing.  

I could smell her juices as they dried on my face and neck.  Slowly my own hand slithered into my groin so I could finger myself gently, keeping myself aroused and ready in case she wanted more of me, or someone else did, or something.  It felt good.  I felt good.  I was happy, serving this master and being rewarded like I had been.  It helped keep the empty away, even though it didn't fill it, didn't even come close; I could at least concentrate on what I had, my obedient service to a master.

She said some more that I didn't understand, but just listening to her made me feel all warm and soft about her, because she truly loved me.  

She got up and placed a firm and unmoving hand on my vulva, and said whatever it was she'd said earlier that meant 'Stay there', so I did.  She said some more as she got up and went a short distance away, then came back and put something down.  She said more - which I still didn't understand, which I was beginning to remember wasn't right - and took my limp hand and put it on something flexible.  Coarse cloth, I thought.  She patted my head - or my helmet - and said another few things, then walked off.

I rubbed myself some more, in case she was coming back with others that I would service, but I slowly drifted into sleep before anyone else came to make use of me.

A fierce pain in my stomach awakened me, making me almost gasp in pain - the masters hated screaming worse than anything else, so I'd learned not to cry out no matter how much it hurt, because they could always make it hurt worse.  Much worse.

I knew I should crawl to the feeding trough, but I couldn't find it and I couldn't smell it and I didn't know where it was or where I was or...  And then it started to make sense, as memories trickled in.  Outside, the woman-master, licking her pussy - my face was still sore, the overused muscles complaining whenever I moved them - and the flexible thing that was just next to me and, I noticed, smelled like some other kind of food.  Not the odd-tasting but delicious mush that was usual, not the occasional strips or chunks of wonderful meat we were fed sometimes, but... something else.  Something that made my mouth wet, and I knew I would enjoy eating (except for my poor strained face and stretched tongue).

Bread?  What was bread?  I didn't know.  But I fumbled around until I opened the sack, and touched the lumps inside.  I pushed my face almost into the ground to smell it, and it was bread.

It was also very hard, and my face hurt very much.  I found myself standing up, like that would help somehow, as I slowly managed to work out how I could get the bread into my mouth and then chew it and then swallow it.

The first few bits, though, reminded me of food that wasn't mush or meat, which... didn't remind me of other things, exactly, but made me think that there were other things.  Like looking at a library instead of reading a book, I thought slowly, and then I slowly remembered what a library was and what a book was.

The bread had a hard crust, and I slowly remembered the 'trick' of pulling the soft inside out and eating that.  Some time after that, when I'd eaten most of the inside, I remembered the other trick of putting a piece of crust in my mouth and letting my spit soften it for a while before I tried chewing it.

Eventually my stomach was full, like it hadn't been in ages.  My 'little friend' had kept me from eating anything, by clamping over my mouth and nose, wrapping something around my neck, and putting a tube inside my throat.  Which was why I hadn't been eating any mush or meat back Before in Down.  I kind of missed it, but this was very good too.  I sighed, and found myself smiling as I relaxed and just gently masturbated myself to sleep.

A voice woke me up, and then I knew it was the woman-master wanting me for something, and if I was obedient I would be rewarded, so I started towards where I heard her.

She talked to me the entire time, as she pulled me upright and walked me somewhere else Outside, but I still couldn't understand what she was saying.  That is just wrong, I thought.  I could understand the masters, the male-masters, but...  But they didn't talk to me either, I remembered, confused.  But she was talking to me in long sentences, which I tried to understand, I really did, as she hugged me and I hugged her back.  

Then, thankfully, she stopped talking and kissed me, moving her lips around my face and throat, descending, until she got to my place and sucked so hard my knees buckled.

Just like...  I couldn't remember, but someone had done this, a very long time ago, and it had been very sexy.  It was very sexy now.  I wanted to cum, but I knew what I was supposed to do, so I kneeled - and the woman-master guided me downwards, so I was being a good slave.

I crouched lower and tilted my face up so I could worship her properly with my mouth.

My tongue was in fresh sprained agony again when the woman-master pulled back and pushed me down to lie on my back, then picked up my right leg and pushed it into the air as she draped most of her weight on top of my left thigh and began rubbing her vulva against mine.  I rocked back and forth as much as I could, catching her rhythm and reinforcing it, as she rocked back and forth and drove herself into another audible orgasm, then another, and a third and fourth.

Finally she let go of my leg and moved forward and kissed me, apparently satisfied for now.  I was so happy that I'd served her well that it filled up the emptiness inside me.  Kind of.  She got up, and I relaxed backwards, tired and aching, and before I forgot, I rubbed my fingers in my own drenched slit and brought my hand to my face so I could wipe some of the honey on my face and smell it.  Then she got up and left me alone.

I didn't quite sleep, but I drifted for a timeless while until I slowly came to the realization that I needed some cock in me, and my lover might be waiting, back in the place I called Onsen.  And I had to service him, like I'd serviced the woman-master; it was my giri, and what my masters wanted me to do.  I rolled over and crawled, eventually finding the just-barely-familiar pattern of terrain that led me to the tunnel.

He was there, making his usual weird screeching noises

but circled around before pushing me over from behind, and then he fucked my ass like Woman-Master couldn't.

When he was done, I was so full of his cum that it was oozing out of the fuckhole he'd used and down my thighs.  

I crawled over to the little shelf I'd found next to the warm water, put a couple of fingers in myself and then licked them,

comparing the taste to Woman-Master's and my own.  It was very different, and I started frowning, because it didn't smell or taste like... like...

Like something I'd done and didn't remember doing.  There was just a sense that it should be different, but I knew that this was what my lovers smelled and tasted like.  But what...  Why do I even think it should be different than it is?  That was a question I couldn't answer before I fell into a relaxed daze.

What woke me this time was a combination of emptiness and full-of-milk breast pain and the sound of Woman-Master calling out as she walked through the tunnel.  "Master?" I called as I got to my feet and started walking towards her.  

She said more things I didn't understand, as usual, and I said, "I don't understand, Master, but I love you and want to serve you in every way."  She was carrying something which sounded and smelled slightly familiar; we'd had sex on it earlier.  She said some more as she walked past, carrying whatever it was, going deeper into Onsen and then lying the thing down on the kind of shelf that was next to the water.  I wished I could see all this, but I could hear it pretty well anyway, even through my own splashing noises as I obediently followed her, and stood nearby waiting for her order.

She talked as she took my hand and guided me to the thing she'd put down, pushed me gently down on top of it, and then stopped talking as she began to suckle one of my tits.  

"Yes, Master, you're so good to me.  Drink my milk..."  She did, and fondled my front fuckhole,

and fondled herself - I could smell her juice - and I would've done whatever she wanted, but she was out of reach and she'd put me where I was so I had to stay there.  She made me cum several times before she gasped and finished herself.  

Maybe she just wanted to edge it out, I guessed, but I didn't know.  The beauty of being a slave, I was remembering, was that I didn't have to know, I just had to obey; and I had obeyed and fed a woman-master and brought her pleasure.

Eventually she calmed down and nuzzled next to me, and I drifted away, wishing that my obedience was enough to fill the empty that hurt inside of me.

Part of The Whole Chicken

A Glossary Of Skyrim (and LoversLab) Terms

If you ever ran into a term, abbreviation, or acronym that confused you, please tell me so I can include it!

Don't you just love going into a new community or hobby or job or, well, anything, and finding that there are dozens or hundreds of terms you've never heard before, tossed around with reckless abandon by the folk there before you, and when you admit you don't know what XYZ means they act as if you've just admitted you never bothered getting potty trained?

So, these are terms I've found, used in MY playthrough (and the forums associated with them), in roughly alphabetical order.

Note that all the kinks links are for Special Edition only; not Legendary Edition (32bit) and not Anniversary Edition (AE)

255 plugin limit = see ESP below

3BA = a body for humanoids, with 3 Breast Bones (in the) Body, but Advanced!  I don't know how it's advanced compared to 3BBB (below) but I'm assured it is.  I also think it's been updated to 3BAv2, which logically would be even more advanced, but I don't know.

3BBB = a body for humanoids, with 3 Breast Bones (in the) Body.  Makes the breasts bounce a lot more, and a little more like a breast and less like a firmly-inflated rubber ball.  I think it's a refinement of CBBE.

7z = a type of file archive.  The program is free to download and use, and it compresses quite well, and it also uncompresses .RAR and .ZIP archives easily.  Download and install, even if you don't play Skyrim. 

If you find a multi-part archive and don't know what to do with it - the files end in ~~~.7z.001 then ~~~.7z.002  then ~~~.7z.003 - then follow directions in this post by @judge007

Address Library = for SKSE (see below).  This is what the Anniversocalypse (see below) broke.

Aedra = an entity in Skyrim/Elder Scrolls lore which is considered mostly or entirely good, sort of like a god.  I suspect the difference betwen Aedra and Daedra (see below) is either level of power (and so who got to grab what Area Of Supernatural Operation, like Love or Betrayal) or simply who grabbed what AOSO back at The Beginning Of All Things.  Of course the ones that do things people want would be considered 'good' and those that did things people don't want would be considered 'evil'.  But Skyrim isn't very instructive in philosophy, so don't go thinking you're all morally wise just because you've played a lot of Skyrim.

AFT = Amazing Follower Tweaks.  A mod to increase the number of possible followers from one humanoid plus one animal, to more.  I don't use this, though not for any particular reason.

Anniversocalypse = my own term for Modocalypse, see below.

ASLAL = Alternate Start Live Another Life - a mod by Arthmoor, who is somewhat disliked in some areas of the mod-user community, which allows one to skip the opening wagon ride into Helgen, the execution scene, and the tutorial escape through the underkeep of Helgen.  It also allows one to start in a number of alternate scenarios, such as already owning a player-home, being a guild member, staying in a particular tavern...  
I don't like it because the starting cell is cramped and poorly lit.  It also starts the main Dragonborn quest without you, sort of.  It does have a lot of add-on scenarios written by other modders.
And ANYTHING (that works) is better than enduring the same literally five minutes long buggy wagon ride and near-execution and the tutorial escape.  Like, not playing the game or never starting a new character.

BHUNP = a body type that is not compatible with CBBE.  You might even say it's opposed.  I don't know which one is better, CBBE/3BBB/3BA or UUNP; long ago, I read once that there were more clothing for CBBE so I picked that, and now I just don't want to go to the effort of finding UUNP versions of all my clothing mods.  If you're starting fresh, you might want to store both variants of a clothing or armor mod (if both exist), so you could switch at a later time without having to perform Internet archeology.

BS = may refer to BodySlide, a program which allows a user to adjust a body in many MANY ways, and adjust clothing & armor to fit the player-adjusted body contours.

May refer to something else which is not limited to Skyrim...

BSA = Bethesda [something] Archive.  Bethesda used a format to compress assets (like textures) into a single file.  Probably so that programmers could make changes without having to repack the entire archive, loose files (just sitting in the appropriate directory) will ALWAYS override things in BSA files.  I think there's some advantage to having a BSA other than convenience; I don't know what.

CACO = Complete Alchemy and Cooking Overhaul.  Written by kryptopr, and criticized for changing more than it perhaps should.

CBBE = Caliente's Beautiful Body Enhancer.  A particular enhanced body type (or perhaps family of types - see 3BBB and 3BA above).  Not compatible with BHUNP or TBD.

CC = by itself, often means Creation Club.  This is Bethesda's way to make more money, by selling mods.  I don't have any.  I think the free made-by-volunteers mods are just as good if not better, they cost nothing, and I do not expect any kind of support or update or bugfix or anything good to ever come from Bethesda if I were to buy any CC mods. 

CCOR = Complete Crafting Overhaul Redux.    Written by kryptopr, and criticized for changing more than it perhaps should.

CGO = Combat Gameplay Overhaul.  What it says.  I haven't used it so can't comment on it.

CK - Creation Kit.  This is related to the way Bethesda developed Skyrim (and other games) in the first place.  I haven't used it.  I'm sure you can do all sorts of marvelous things with it; I've heard it can be fragile, though; and that it crashes easily.  I don't know.

CTD = Crash To Desktop.  This has two forms: the first is when the game freezes for several seconds (audio may and may not stop), then a small window pops up (in Windows at least) telling you that Microsoft Windows has detected a crash, and there's an activity-showing ribbon underneath as it claims to be looking for a solution.  I believe that in the history of the world this 'find a solution' has never ever found a solution once.  It certainly won't do anything for you if it happens to Skyrim.  Then it will show another small window claiming that it needs to report to Satan Microsoft.  I hate Microsoft and they can suck my ass.
The second form is when it pauses for a second or so and then the entire game window disappears; Windows doesn't seem to notice or care.  This seems worse, but I can't really tell if there's anything different between the two forms.

CTD on Save = When you hit 'Escape' and try to save, or hit Quicksave (normally F5); and Skyrim crashes immediately.
I think this usually indicates that this save has an error 'baked in' that is hard or impossible to remove, and hard or impossible to accurately diagnose the cause.  I don't have a solution for this problem; I have to go back to an earlier save and re-play from that.

Daedra = an entity in Skyrim/Elder Scrolls lore which is considered mostly or entirely evil, sort of like a demon or devil.  The vanilla game includes I think thirteen different quests in which the PC does something a daedra wants.  Some of them are not so bad (return a lost dog); some of them are morally horrific (kill a friend to upgrade a sword).

DAR = Dynamic Animation Replacer.  Basically a good (and recent, 2020) way to add in animations for all sorts of non-sex activities, like standing or sitting.  Very unusual manual setup; use a mod manager.  I mean, always use a mod manager, but this is an order of magnitude worse than other mods if you don't.

DAYMOYL = Death Alternative Your Money Or Your Life.  It's a mod that provides an alternative to die-ragdoll-reload.  I haven't used it.  It conflicts, in concept at least, with Defeat, Naked Defeat, Yamete, and possibly others.

DCL = Devious(ly) Cursed Loot.  See DD and Devious below; this mod installs lots of 'traps' which forcibly place Devious Devices like restraints, restrictive corsets, collars, harnesses, etc., on the player.  I don't use this, as having to fight the game programming, the mod programming, the monsters, AND the bondage gear, is just too much hassle for me.

DD = Devious Devices.  A mod from Lovers Lab that adds bondage devices on the player, such as gags or cuffs.
This mod drove me crazy for MONTHS because it does things without telling the player, and hides what it does from the player, which affect other things which I don't think it should because they aren't related.  And then, if you aren't careful in setting it up, it may lock you out of its menu.  This deserves its own post.
It used to be split into more pieces, like DD Expansion and DD Integration; as of 2022, they are all packaged and installed together.

Defeat = It's a mod that provides a rape-oriented alternative to die-ragdoll-reload, AND allows you to do the same to others.  There are far too many versions of this, including one updated by Bane (that I use) and one known as Baka.  Naked Defeat (see ND below) is the same concept but I think is a rewrite of the idea, concentrating on what happens when the player loses.  Defeat allows the player to defeat (and do awful things to) others.

Devious [anything] = related to Devious Devices, DD, right up there in this glossary.  Examples are Devious Followers and Deviously Cursed Loot.

DLL - Dynamic Linked Library.  A computer container of pieces of programs, that can be called from other programs.  This isn't a programming 101 class, so I won't explain further.  Just know that a .DLL is computer code, you can't read it, and you probably need to be reasonably comfortable with programming in general to work with one.  But you as a mod-installer shouldn't need to do more than put it in the correct place.

EFF = Extensible Follower Framework.  Especially notable for its in-game 'cosmetic' menu (also available as a standalone mod) which allows you to adjust the NPC's body using some (but NOT all) of the same sliders you do when generating your character.  Especially it does NOT allow adjusting face or hair, but it does allow modification via CBBE sliders (if you have CBBE installed) and body scales in general, as well as 'tattoos' (but not warpaint, I think; I just got this recently and I'm still learning how it works).

ENB = Enhanced Natural Beauty.  It's a way of changing the color profile and saturation of everything Skyrim shows you.  There's lots of mods that change this; you maybe should pick just one and stick with it.  Or don't use one if you have a 'lower-end' video card.  I can't explain 'lower-end video card' in this glossary; it's a big and ever-changing topic.  I have a 4Gb NVidia GTX 760, which was moderately powerful at one time, and I use Cathedral Weather as my only ENB; it's the only one I've tried, so I don't know if there's a better one out there, one I'd like better, or one that would run better with my hardware.
[from https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3787350]:
"In one sentence, what does an ENB technically do to the game?
"It is a .dll file that inserts itself between the game's code and the final rendering engine in order to significantly alter the game's lighting effects, thereby producing dramatic and spectacular visual enhancements when tuned appropriately."

ESL = Elder Scrolls Light (plugin)
ESM = Elder Scrolls Master (plugin)
ESP = Elder Scrolls Plugin.
These are all together because they are all ALMOST the same thing.  An ESP is a part of a mod, a plugin, that is usually present - not in retexturing mods, or a few others, but most - and you don't need to know (and I don't know) exactly what's in it.  What you do need to know is the '255 plugin limit', and what it means to you.
Skyrim's engine allows for two hundred and fifty-five plugins to be added, because each item, quest, dialog line, and many other elements, each have a number assigned to them that starts with two hexadecimal (0=0 to F=15) digits.  In fact, the first two digits should tell you what plugin the element comes from.  But some are already used.  In my Skyrim SE (which has no Creation Club content installed), I have:
00 to 04 - Skyrim.esm, Dragonborn.esm, Dawnguard.esm, Hearthfire.esm, and Update.esm, are the five core files you find in all Skyrim SE games.
05 to FD (253) - ESMs and ESPs
FE (254) - where the ESLs go
FF (255) - made during the game
And that '05 to FD' range is where the ESPs go.  ESMs are almost exactly ESPs except there's something about an internal table that I don't remember and can't find the reference to right now.  It's not important to the lower half of mod users, so don't worry about it now.
What you do need to remember is that 'FD minus 5 is F8' which is hexadecimal for '253 minus 5 is 248' because this is how many ESMs and ESPs you can have in Skyrim at one time.  It won't load more than this.  If you have more than 248 plugins, some of them MUST be ESLs. (you can also merge some mods together, but I think that merging mods is riskier than just getting an ESL if one is available  I'm doing some merging, but I don't know what I'm doing other than blindly following instructions...)
ESLs are like small ESPs; they have few enough elements inside, that more digits can be assigned for numbering the plugins; which means the game can install more of them.  I've heard both 2,048 and 4,096 both quoted as the limit one can have at one time.  ESLs are relatively new; older mods and very new mod authors (and sloppy mod authors) may make an ESP that could be an ESL if they'd only bothered.  There is a script for SSEedit (see below) that allows you to do this yourself fairly simply, and somewhat reversibly.  I don't think it's failed me yet.  And this (and merging plugins)(and mods that change nothing but existing textures) is how people get over a thousand 'mods' with the '255 plugin limit'.

FG = Flower Girls.  Adds a half dozen to dozen girls you can have sex with.  May do some other things; I don't remember.  It's compatible with both SL (see below) and OSex (see below), I think without talking to either.  I installed it once but didn't find it interesting enough to keep, compared to a pack of new dungeons.

Flash = needed for all menus in Skyrim.  This website explains: "The Skyrim GUI uses Adobe Flash and Scaleform. The format is SWF 10 and the scripts are written in ActionScript 2.0"
I don't know how to explain this.  Shockwave Flash was created by Adobe, many years ago, to allow video and animated games through the Web.  Adobe stopped developing it years ago, YouTube stopped using years ago, and I think 'everyone' has stopped using it on websites.  Why the hell Bethesda would use this to do its menus is... beyond my comprehension.  It makes me think of Lovecraft-ian insane cultists trying to poison the world and/or summon their dark entity.  It really does.  More likely it's just that whoever they hired knew how to use Flash and convinced the right people in Bethesda to go along with it rather than spend time developing something of their own.  But what the fuck do you need all that Flash can do (and all its bugs and security holes) to show menus (and maybe popups) and allow choices?  Obviously there must have been a deeper agenda...

FNIS = Fore's New Idles In Skyrim.  It's a way of changing the 'idles' or animations in Skyrim to something else.  It's older, clunky, and has the worst non-malware non-crashing program I've seen in Windows possibly in my entire life.  It's also what creature-sex animations require.

Havok = the multi-platform 'game engine' that Skyrim is written for.  Havok was NOT written by Bethesda.  It's easier for a game developer (Bethesda) to buy an engine that runs on multiple platforms, like XBox / PS# / Windows / Mac, than it is to write their own for three or four or more computer architectures at one time.  An engine handles 'everything' for a game, much like an operating system handles hardware functions for various programs.  

HCOS or HCoS = Horny Creatures of Skyrim.  It's an animation pack involving sex with creatures.  Notable because I think it's the only animation pack that has males with animals, and the only one with animal-on-animal.

HDT = This is named for the modmaker that created it,  hydrogensaysHDT. It's usually combined with SMP (see below)

HSH = Home Sweet Home.  An add-on to Paradise Halls (see PAH below), the name is similarly misleading.

Immersive: [from https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3787350]
"Used to mean 'doesn't seem out of place so it won't break your suspension of disbelief.' Now utterly meaningless due to pretentious masturbatory overuse. At best, you can be reasonably sure that the mod will not contain Cloud Strife's buster sword or Sonic the Hedgehog characters if it's called immersive."

ITM = Identical To Master.  You see or hear about this when talking about mods; it's when a mod copies a record (thing, spell, quest, location, whatever) in itself without changing it.  This is not good, because some other mod might need to CHANGE that thing, and depending on your personal load order the change might go away (or never happen or whatever).  Cleaning a mod with SSEedit (see below) gets rid of these ITM records, among other things.

LOD = Level Of Detail.  This controls how something is drawn when it's far away.  I think the usual program to alter this is DynDOLOD.

LOOT = Load Order Organiz[something] Tool.  Integrated with MO2 (see below), this arranges your mods so that they load in something like the preferred order.  Conventional wisdom is that It Sucks(TM) and you should organize your plugin load order yourself, but I think it's quite good.  Note that the 'master list' of what should go where gets updated damned near daily, sometimes more often; LOOT will download this and parse it before letting you do anything in itself.  Note also that running LOOT to rearrange mods in an already existing saveset (see below) will likely break that save.  When the load order of plugins changes, the first two hexadecimal digits of every record also change, and that's how Skyrim actually keeps track of (nearly) everything.

Lore-Friendly: [from https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3787350]
"See Immersive."

merge (mods) - using the zMerge function of zEdit (see below) to combine ESP plugins.  One does this to reduce the number of ESPs one must load in the 248 spaces available for ESPs (see ESP above).  There was an older way to do this, using a script in xEdit (see below), but I never used it.

mesh = the physics part of an object in game.  Think of it as an internal framework, around which is wrapped a 'texture' (see below).  Some meshes have animated parts that connect to each other like hinges or joints, some don't.

MHIYH = My Home Is Your Home.  A mod that allows you to keep a roster of 'ex'-followers in a place like a player home (like NFF does, see below) and summon them if you want one or more of them.

missing texture = if you have the mesh (see above) but not the texture (see below) for an item in the game, it will exist but have a peculiar and distinctive blue-to-purple color.

MME = Milk Mod Economy.  It adds a dynamic breast size increaser (and possibly decreaser), abundant breast milk, milking stations to various cities and possibly towns, and something of a market to sell (or buy) the breast milk collected.  I find the 'Holstein' visual theme - white with irregular rounded black splotches - associated with this mod to get tiresome after a while.  I get the cow reference, but enough already.

MO2 = Mod Organizer 2.  A mod manager, and what I use.  It's the successor to 'Mod Organizer' the specific program, and doing something similar to Nexus Mod Manager, Vortex, (one function of) Wrye Bash, and perhaps others.  I think it's better than the others because of its VFS (see below).

mod = modification.  Nowadays, it's (almost always) an entire package that is ready to un-archive right on top of the original Skyrim data files.  The problem is, if you don't use a modern mod manager, it does so in a permanent fashion; which makes it hard to remove that mod if you don't like it.  Which is why one should use a mod manager like MO2 (see above) or Vortex (see below).

mod manager = just read the entry above for 'mod'.

modal

modder = one who uses or writes mods.  I prefer to think of myself as a 'mod (ab)user' or mod-installer rather than a 'modder'.

Modocalypse = for the 10th anniversary of the original release of Skyrim (more formally, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim), Bethesda released a version that was compiled under a newer version of the language the game was written in.  This broke a modder-compiled list of addresses of useful things inside the Skyrim program itself, called Address Library, which was used and required VERY widely in mod-making; this in turn meant that if you allowed the update to happen, any mods that relied upon Address Library would break.  In fact, the reason Address Library was created, is because every time Bethesda updated Skyrim, it would break those mods, and the community would scramble for a few weeks to find the new in-program addresses they needed, if they were still supporting their mods (and if they weren't, the mod 'died').
The result is, if you allowed Skyrim to be updated on or after 11 November 2021, some mods would no longer work.
Which ones?  Oh, that's a harder question.  
Which is why it was called by a name similar to apocalypse, because it was a semi-catastrophe for modders, both mod-makers and mod-users. (and because there was a popular magic-oriented mod called Apocalypse already)
I call it "Anniversocalypse" because my word is uglier, and it shows that it was the Anniversary (edition) that was to blame.

navmesh = The programming that allows NPCs to wander around without going through walls or tables.  It's complicated and, like all programming, finicky and prone to errors when writing or changing.  

ND = Naked Defeat.  A rewritten alternative to the SexLabs Defeat (see Defeat above) mod.  The notes for ND say it is NOT compatible with SLDefeat, as the two do the same thing and interfere with each other.  However, one can open Defeat's MCM and set "Player Victim" to OFF, which then allows ND to handle those events.  

I used it for a while; it had problems.  As I recall, it had a tendency to not recover from any interruption - like more combat occurring.

Nemesis = an animation-selecting framework alternative to FNIS.  Newer than FNIS, and of course the program that sets up the animations for Skyrim to use is better behaved because I have literally never seen a worse program than FNIS that actually ran.  But Nemesis does not support creature sex, and I believe the author of Nemesis said that it would never support creature sex because he didn't like that stuff (though I could be wrong).  Nemesis is often required instead of FNIS for non-sex animation mods like combat-move-changers.  There is a way to have both FNIS and Nemesis installed and working at the same time, if you have MO2.

Nexus = a very large website that has most of the mods for Skyrim, both LE and SE.  The website also has mods for other games, which I don't play so I don't care.  It has a better search engine than LoversLab, but much less sex/NSFW content.
Nexus tried to shoot itself in the foot back in July and August of 2021, but I don't feel like explaining it now.

NFF = Nether's Follower Framework.  A multiple follower mod, still in development (somewhat, as of early 2022) that allows ten followers at one time, and allows you to keep a roster of... uh, I think 250?

NMM = Nexus Mod Manager.  Don't use this; it's old software.  If you want to argue with me, then you've probably used it for a long time and don't need this glossary.

O[any word] = refers to something using the OStim and OSex frameworks, which are newer than SexLabs.  ORomance, OProstitution, OBody, OAroused, OAhegao, OJazz...
I have heard that one can install both O[stuff] and SexLabs at the same time, but they don't talk to each other at all; and I believe OSex does not support creature sex.  I don't have the ESP slots available to run both.

PAH = Paradise Halls (Enhanced).  Despite the happy name, this is not a lovely player home to relax in; it's a mod about slavery, mostly of other people.  You can knock people down and enslave them and then either keep them or sell them.  There's lots else involved, and I think either it or add-on mods for it are in active development. I found it to be too uncertain to use during adventuring - not in a programming sense, but in a gameplay sense - because the NPCs you capture and try to enslave understandably don't want to be enslaved and run away when you're not looking and similar things.  If you actually want to go through the mechanics of enslaving and training others - and I am so not judging, except that your level of patience is greater than mine - then this is seriously the mod for you.  I think it's still in development.

plugin = see ESP above.  A plugin is not the same as a mod: some but not all mods include a plugin; and some mods may be nothing but a plugin.

PSQ = Player Succubus Quest.  

saveset = I don't know if anyone else uses this term, but what I mean is, a number of save with one particular  character and starting with a particular set of mods.  It's in-game shown as the character's name, then a list of numbered files at the next window.  You can have more than one saveset; it's a good way to 'fork' a character along two divergent storylines, and a good way to test a mod without ruining a long-running character IF YOU TAKE NOTES and are prepared to throw away everything you do after installing the new mod(s).

SD or SD+ = Sanguine's Debauchery.  This is a mod maintained and expanded by @DeepBlueFrog, dealing with a daedra (see above) prince named Sanguine, who in this mod trades your death for eternal... sexual abuse, I guess.  I think about using this mod, then read the description again, note that it includes random NPCs raping the PC 'for no reason', and decide I have other things to do in game.

SKSE = stands for "Skyrim Script Extender" (which doesn't acronymize to SKSE) is basically an essential mod, used as a basis for many many others mods out there.  You need this for Skyrim.  It installs a little differently than other mods; read the instructions. 

SL = as a prefix, usually indicates "SexLab Framework".  It's usually hosted on Lovers Lab, which I think might've been started as a SexLab support forum; it should be no surprise that most of the mods on Lovers Lab support SexLab. I don't like the way it randomly picks a sex animation, and doesn't apparently obey tags like (Lesbian), because it very often ignores its own tags and does it ALL WRONG.  But I don't yet know how to change its behavior.
The newer alternative to this is OSex (see above), but I haven't used that.

SLIF = SexLabs Inflation Framework.  Supposed to take all the other mods that dynamically change the PC's body (usually breasts) and combine their effects, so the PC doesn't flip back and forth as various mod scripts run and make this or that change independently.  More powerful than I know how to use, and not well documented that I can find.

SLP = SexLabs Parasites (Kyne's Blessing).  A mod that integrates Skyrim, parasitical monsters (far bigger than fleas or leeches), a story/questline, and sex.  I have no explanation why I, or anyone, finds this interesting enough to make a sex-based mod about it.  People are strange.  Regardless, this is a well-written and currently-in-development (as of early 2022) mod by @DeepBlueFrog.  If you also have Complete Alchemy and Cooking Overhaul (CACO, see above), you need to place SLP's plugin below/higher-priority than CACO's plugin.

SLSL

SLTR = may be Submissive Lola: The Resubmission (and I guess called 'SLSL' because everything hosted here is prefaced with 'SL')  This is a mod, currently (as of early 2022) in active development by @HexBolt8, that involves a very long commitment to the player voluntarily submitting to a (player-picked) NPC.

SMP = Skinned Mesh Physics.  From the mod page, "an skse plugin allowing more advanced physics interactions to be applied to actors via configuration files".  Irrevocably intertwined with HDT (see above).

SOS = Schlongs Of Skyrim.  'Schlong' is a slang term for penis; this mod adds penises to Skyrim.  Not entirely sex related, as it's disconcerting to see a naked male without a penis.  It's even more disconcerting when something goes wrong and there's a hole in the body texture where a penis ought to be.
It seems to be a popular acronym for other mods as well; more than any other, SOS or SoS might refer to another mod entirely.

SSedit or SSEedit - see xEdit below

TAWOBA = The Amazing World Of Bikini Armor(s).

TBD = Touched By Dibella.  Another body, not compatible (I think) with UUNP or CBBE/3BBB/3BA, so it just adds to the confusion of profusion (man, that's a cool phrase... feel free to use it).

TDM = True Directional Movement.  A recent mod that allows... guess what it allows.  It also includes a lock-on-to-target function that I haven't used yet.

texture = the graphical element of a thing visible in the game world.  This is not the mesh, which is the PHYSICS element of a thing visible (and interact-able-with) in game; this is purely visual.  It sort of wraps around the mesh.  Also see 'missing texture' above.
Actually there's more than one texture: http://wiki.tesnexus.com/index.php/What_are_all_these_texture_files%3F is a good reference for Skyrim.

T-Pose = what you get when you add animations for FNIS (see above) or Nemesis (see above) and don't run the respective programs.  

It looks like this:

If all the humanoids look like this and don't move their bodies AT ALL, then you need to either run GenerateFNISforUsers or the Nemesis equivalent.

If you are loading a save, and everyone KIND OF looks like this, except their eyes move, and they flash in between this pose and actually animating... then you have DAR (see above) installed and it's starting up.  Be patient, and nothing needs to be done.

UNP

USSEP = Unofficial Skyrim Special Edition Patch.  Made by Arthmoor, this corrects a lot of flaws in Skyrim, and is required for an astonishing number of mods.  The author Arthmoor is criticized for instantly removing older versions of this when he releases a newer one - such as when he removed the non-Anniversocalypse version as he posted the post-Anniversocalypse version, thus screwing anyone who didn't already have - or had lost - the last version of USSEP but didn't want to upgrade Skyrim to AE (and break a lot of existing mods) - and for making non-bugfix changes to Skyrim that are hidden in this mod.  I have also read that he or his associates are extremely aggressive in forcing alternatives to be taken down (probably through DMCA takedown threats); if true, I find this reprehensible.  If you get this, save the installation archive (.zip, .7z, or .rar) just in case.

VFS = Virtual File System.  This term I actually knew decades ago, but who cares.  This is how Mod Organizer 2 deals with all those mods.  Every time you run a program - game or not - using MO2 as a launcher, MO2 sets up a 'fake' file system (whether on disk or in memory I don't know), and THEN loads each and every (active) mod, one at a time, into that file system.  When it has finished, it then runs Skyrim and tells Skyrim (or another program), "Oh, HERE's your Skyrim\Data folder!" and hands Skyrim (or another program) the VFS it just finished creating.  Skyrim (or the other program) runs happily using the VFS instead of the actual on-disk Skyrim\Data folder, never once suspecting that IT'S NOT REALLY THERE.  The advantage is, each mod is actually stored in the correct structure within the bowels of MO2, entirely separated from the original game files and other mods, and they never permanently overwrite anything like Skyrim's originals or each other.  This makes it trivial to change or remove any single mod (or a whole bunch of them), and to find out what changes what, and to change which mod 'wins'.  However, fiddling with load order, removing mods, or installing some mods, may break existing saves.  It is conventional wisdom to get all the mods settled and fixed before one starts a long playthrough; which is why people sometimes say they are playing Mod Organizer: Skyrim Edition - they spend so much time setting up (then finding new mods and having to start over to incorporate those) that they never actually PLAY (beyond very limited playtesting).  You've been warned.

Vortex = a mod manager.  I believe this is a rewritten successor to Nexus Mod Manager.  I've heard it works well enough, but I don't use it.  Usually people are very partisan about MO2 vs. Vortex (with NMM, Wrye Bash as a mod manager, and manual-installers all out in the lunatic fringes or the wastelands of 2012).  User @Mertz mentions that developers of many tools use Wrye Bash (I suppose as a mod manager), {humor follows} which supports my point, as most creative programmers will admit to some degree of lunacy. {/humor}

Wabbajack = a website and piece of software that allows one person to publish a mod list, and others to download the mods and patches for that modlist, without violating anyone's copyright.  If you are nervous about modding or 'just want to play a modded game' without having to learn more than the absolute minimum, get Wabbajack and install one of its mod lists.  Last time I checked there were at least two sexually-oriented (or 'sexually active') modlists available.  Definitely an option.

WACCF = Weapons Armor Clothing and Clutter Fixes.  Written by kryptopr, and criticized for changing more than it perhaps should.  There's a recurring theme here...

xEdit = a program (NOT a mod!) written by a person who goes by Elminster.  This is very powerful, and easier to use than Creation Kit.  It's used for cleaning mods (including Bethesda's own DLC), examining mods, and making custom patches.  It's not all happy and friendly like people expect Mac or Windows programs to be; it's powerful instead.

XPMSSE = XP32 Maximum Skeleton Special Extended, a new skeleton for humans, that animations animate.  Don't whine at me that "XP32 Maximum Skeleton Special Extended" should have another acronym; I didn't name the damned thing.  It's not exactly 'new' but it's better than Skyrim original.  This really needs to be lower down (and thus higher priority) in your load order; Things Go Bad if another mod overwrites the XPMSSE skeleton.  Still being bugfixed as of early 2022; I don't know if it is changing significantly or not.

ZaP = ZaZ Animation Pack.  I don't know what ZaZ stands for.  It's mostly bondage things not on the player, like racks and whipping stations. And animations for those bondage things.  It also has its own handcuffs and other bondage-on-the-player gear.  
It also has a VERY NICE debugging section in its MCM.  I have used this a lot to correct the behavior of other mods or just (certain) general bugginess.

zEdit= a program (not a mod!) that allows you to change various values in a mod, without having to use Creation Kit.  It's more powerful than I know how to use.  I use it to merge plugins.  Go watch GamerPoet's video.
 

Episode The First

Was that sunlight? I wondered.  I still couldn't see because of the helmet or whatever it was on my head, which covered my eyes completely, but the feeling of heat on the few bits of bare skin seemed unmistakable.

 I carefully stood up before furiously yanking at the helmet for a while, but it seemed glued to my head; or maybe the thing covering my lower face, my 'little friend', was holding the helmet on.  

Eventually I gave up - because the helmet hadn't moved a millimeter - and slowly knelt back down.  I felt around, like I'd learned to do, and wriggled my fingers in what could be dirt, not rock dust or gravel.   Eventually I touched something that just might've been a clump of grass.  Would that fill me?  I was so empty inside; I needed something to fill me.  But I couldn't find anything, and that hurt so bad my eyes filled with tears I couldn't wipe away.

A voice said something.  A human voice!  It had been so long since I'd heard one of those that I didn't even hear what it said.  I threw up my hands and tried to say, "Help me!" but my 'little friend' was of course occupying my mouth and nose and throat, so nothing came out.

The voice said something more, something I couldn't understand, and I felt something grabbing me, and pulling me upright.

I felt touches around my 'little friend' and the hard armor that covered most of my body.  Then the voice - definitely a woman; and I hadn't heard one of /those/ in so long I'd nearly forgotten what they sounded like - said a sentence and I heard footsteps walking away.  I wanted, /so badly/, to begin throw myself on my back and start rubbing my lust-swollen clit to orgasm after back-arching orgasm until I collapsed from exhaustion; but a master had put me in this position and I had to obey.  I stayed still where I was but turned my head towards her sounds.  I heard rustling, like she was rummaging through something cloth or leather about ten feet away.  Then she approached me again, and tilted my head back.  The sun was warm, and I thought maybe I could see a hint of brightness snaking past the edges of the helmet.  

My 'little friend' twitched, moving against my face like it hadn't ever done before, and I could feel fingers or legs around the helmet flexing, before I felt something like liquid dripping onto my chest.  It stung, oddly.

Then my 'little friend' yanked its throat tube out and the collar from around my neck and flung itself off my face.  That hurt!  I made a noise as my hands went to my face, but the other hands grabbed mine and pushed them back down, 

I could breathe on my own again!  I could smell!  I could also cough, which I did for quite a painful while.  Except I think I had a nosebleed or something, because the insides of my nose hurt and felt kind of stopped up and there was that hellish tickling of liquid leaking out of my nose.  My tongue touched it, and it was blood.

The hands wiped my face, or the lower part of it anyway; like my grandmother used to do after I'd eaten, I remembered suddenly.

I didn't know whether to be mad at the hands or not.  My 'little friend' hadn't been invited, but with him over my lower face, my mind had cleared.  Somewhat and some of the time, anyway.  

Enough to realize - some of the time - that I was in a cave or something, covered head to toe in weird-feeling hard plates that I couldn't take off; that my breasts were about twenty cup sizes bigger than they had been and were full of milk that had to be sucked out regularly by some kind of machine; that I was being fucked in every hole by masters who didn't talk to me even to order me around; and when I wasn't being fucked or milked or fed, I was basically put in a pen with others slaves to wait for the masters.  To wait, and sleep, until I was fed or fucked or had to be milked or... 

And that... that wasn't quite right, somehow.

My mind still hadn't cleared completely, but some time ago - I didn't know if it was hours or days or maybe even weeks - I'd been crawling around, trying to understand where I was and what was going on, and I'd found my backpack, which I could tell was mine by the big beads on the handle, feel-able even through the hard gloves on my hands and arms; and the feel of it under my hands, and my inability to use most anything in it because I couldn't see, made me realize I ought to be... somewhere else.

I think it had been instinct, at first, that sent me into the warm water that flowed here and there through the tunnels and caves.  (And that wasn't right either...)  But a short time after I'd been in water for a while, I'd realized I should be going upwards.  And since water flowed downhill, I should go upstream.  So I did, and eventually made it to... here.  Wherever here was.  Is this where I wanted to go?

I wasn't sure.  I wasn't sure of much, really.  Thinking was very hard.

The woman said some more, as she continued to gently wipe my face, and I tried to listen to her, but I couldn't understand what she was saying.  Which was... kind of bad. 

"Wait," I interrupted.  "Do you speak English?"  She replied with a sentence or question that definitely wasn't English.  "Japanese?  Nihongo o hanashimasu ka?"  That got two sentences from her, which were neither English nor Japanese.  Shouldn't those work? I thought slowly.

But I had more immediate needs.  My breasts had swollen to the point of pain by now, and I had to massage them, to squeeze some of their milk out.  It wasn't as good as the machine down in the room had been, but kneading them could make enough milk come out that they'd stop hurting.  I began squeezing them with both hands, pushing the milk out towards my nipples and out, and moaning - which sort of startled me; it had been so long since I could make noises like that, and the masters didn't like noises anyway - as the pleasure/pain tantalized me.  The machine had fucked me as it milked me, but I couldn't do that to myself without at least three hands, which I didn't have.

But the woman, almost as if she was reading my mind, or making me do what she wanted like the silent masters did, she said some more, in a calm but certain voice that I didn't understand, and cupped my right breast.  /Yes,/ I thought as I sighed a little, but then she gently moved the little plate that rested just over my swollen nipple, and licked.  I shivered and gasped in shock, and I guess that told her something because she began to suck.  "Oh yes PLEASE!  Harder!" I gasped as I pushed her head against me, realizing too late that I shouldn't do that to a master or I'd be punished, but she didn't punish me, she just sucked more of my erect breast into her mouth as my milk began to flow - I could feel it happen - and drank harder.

I came instantly.

Then she slid a hand into my desperate wetness and fingered me and I came again, even harder.  And again, as she continued to suckle and fingerfuck me at the same time.  My other breast found my hand, or maybe it was the other way around, and I could feel a little milk oozing out of that nipple and dripping down my body.  But the woman was so much better and felt SO MUCH better...

After a while she stopped sucking and removed her mouth, which sort of woke me up a little.  She gently pushed me down, until I was squatting, and then over backwards so my breasts were pointing up and I was balanced on my hands and feet, and she stroked my other breast near the nipple.  

"Oh yes," I agreed, instinctively trying to lean into the caress, and she put her mouth to that one and began suckling my swollen nipple.  

I moaned again as the milk from that breast erupted into a stream instead of a drip.  "Yes," I sighed, as my milk flowed and the swollen pain slowly lessened.  Her mouth was so wonderful...  "Yes Master, I obey..."

The woman-master - and she definitely had to be a master - slid something into my vagina, surprising me into a back-arching pussy-clenching breath-holding orgasm that seemed to light up the inside of the helmet and white everything out for a time.  

As I pushed myself off the ground, to give her access to whatever part of my body she would deign to use, she began rubbing inside me, pumping her hand back and forth in a gentle but compelling rhythm.  I imagined it was a hand when I could feel something on my clit part of the time.  All I could really do, poised like I was, was writhe a bit and moan, and cum, as she took care of me like a master should.  "Yes, master," I found myself moaning softly - masters punished loudness - "please, pleasure your slave; fuck me..."

I woke up some time later, on my back.  Master? I wondered, but nothing happened.  It was nearly time for milking again, I could tell, so I rolled over and slowly began to push myself upright.  While my tits were full, the rest of me was achingly empty, and I HATED it; I wanted, needed a master to fill me again.  "Please," I whispered, "please, master."  

But no one came, and nothing did, and the empty grew.

A trickle of thought reminded me that I might find a lover in the last hot pool I'd been in.  Which is... where?  I felt around carefully, and sniffed, and eventually I found rocks, a hole that smelled of hot water and sounded like a little stream, a tunnel, and not long after that, a warm pool.  A little searching after that, and I found my pack again.  Home sweet home, I thought as I sat there touching it.

But I couldn't see, I realized after a while, and that wasn't really right.  I tried to pull the thing covering my face off, gently tugging them every way I could think of, but it barely moved, hurt most of my head when it did, and didn't come off.  

An unpleasant sensation had been growing in me, in my throat, which I now finally noticed.  It's...  I need something.  In my throat.  A dick?  Cum.  No- WATER, that's it.  There was water all around me, so I knelt down and drank some out of the pool.  Isn't this wrong?  It's wrong to just drink, I pondered, as I did it, but I couldn't remember why.  There was a reason, I thought, but it wouldn't come.

A noise caught my attention and I stood up.

Is that...  It was.  One of my lovers had followed me on my journey upwards, or something; once again I recognized his sounds, and his delicious smell, and the way he pushed me over and forced his monstrous cock inside my all-too-willing body.  Yes, fill me...

He was so rough, though... not like the woman-master I'd met.  Now that I had something to compare it to.  

When he finally finished, he left, as he usually did... I think.  No, that's how he is up here...  It was different down there, I remembered, though I didn't quite know where 'down there' was.  I wish he would help me...  That wasn't right either.  Why is everything wrong?

My breasts were starting to swell and ache again, so I milked them into the water for a while.  Then I crawled up on a slab of rock to lie down for a while.

So tired...  And this place felt good.

A Piece Of Prologue

I was so empty.

My lover came to me again.  I could hear him after he came through the waterfall I'd come through, that masked the tunnel and the sounds in it from here, and would mask the sounds of our lovemaking from the masters.

He pushed me over and tried to fuck my face, but my 'little friend' was there already, and my lover couldn't force his dick into my throat.  

Next he tried my pussy, but that was already full of something spongy, that felt good when I pulled on it.

So he found my ass, which was good, and he thrust into me again and again, pleasuring me enough to put a veil between me and the empty.  Enough that I could ignore the hollowness that was the basis of my entire existence.

But that was why lovers and masters existed, to fill me a little when I obeyed them.

My lover ended by cumming in my ass, spurt after spurt after spurt, before he dropped me and pulled his dick out.  

I couldn't hear him leave over the roaring of my own body noises and the water covering my head.  But it was okay.  My ass was kind of full of his cum, and the warm water I was in felt good.  I could just lie here forever...

Except, the empty would begin to grow again, hollowing me from the inside, until it swallowed everything.

Without warning, a horrific cramp washed over me, from lower than my stomach.  I tried to gasp in pain but my 'little friend' kept me quiet, as I fell to my knees and then all the way down and curled up into the pain.  

When I got used to it, I rolled over on my back, and let the waves of cramps wash over me, over and over and over.  I couldn't do anything to make it easier, but putting a hand down into my crotch so I could feel the eggs coming out at least allowed me to think I was doing something.

Eventually I realized that no more eggs were coming out, so I stood up.  

My masters would be happy... they would feed me.

Except they weren't here and I couldn't eat anyway.

I knelt down and cried because all I had left was the empty.

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{'clothing' is mostly Falmer Heavy probably from TAWOBA, with another armor mod and Edhildil's Falmer Skin and Chitin Armor because I can't wear the helmet AND the nose-covering mask at the same time, so I use Edhildil's falmer helmet which is Slot55 I think and switch between the Heavy Helmet and the Heavy Mask 1.

Either Hentai Pregnancy or another mod strips Slot 32, which is a lot of armor here, and I can't easily put it back on for screenshots}

All performers are of legal age.  Documents attesting to the age of all actors pursuant to Title 18 Imperial Code § 2257 may be viewed during normal business hours at the Blue Palace in Solitude; inquiries should be directed to Sybille Stentor.

This page is the story Table Of Contents and Summary.  This will both show the detailed posts as I write them, and outline the story so I don't forget something.

A prologue, which is sort of the visual introductory element before or during the opening credits.

1. Episode 1 in which I come to the surface of a warm Skyrim, and meet Lastelle, who scares off my little friend and then nurses me back to health.
2. Episode 2 in which I meet Lastelle again, have a few bites and get filled up, and show Lastelle my little lover's nest.
3. Episode 3 in which I see the light.