CatDance #31

Kitty and Mikael returned to the Winking Skeever to find Ubergard talking with a male Khajiit in the tavern so they left her alone and took some food up to their room.
“Well, I’m glad she’s not just sitting down there drinking her problems away anyway,” Kitty said to Mikael as they were getting ready for bed later. Mikael nodded in agreement. “Still, it’s a hard thing to do… breaking up I mean.” “Promise me whatever happens between us, we’ll still be friends?” Kitty asked. “Look, Kitty. I have to be honest with you. I would be fine with it until you fell in love with someone else. That would be tough. I don’t think I can make that promise. But I can at least promise I won’t hate you, because you’ve been honest with me. But it’s hard to think that someone I care about so deeply cares more for another.” “Yeah, I suppose so. I guess we’ll just have to take it one day at a time.”
“That’s all anyone can do really. Predicting the future is a fool’s errand.” Kitty came to him then and they embraced. “You are no fool, Mikael.” “No nightie tonight?” Kitty smiled her playful smile. “No need. I have you to keep me warm! You won’t be needing these underwear either.”
Mikael lay against Kitty, stroking her fur after they had made love again, not pausing at her erogenous zones as he might have done earlier, but not avoiding them either. “That feels nice,” she said, beginning to drift off to sleep. Nearby they heard Ubergard’s door close and the sound of voices from her room. Kitty spoke softly to Mikael, “Doesn’t sound like Helfer.” “No, it doesn’t. The Khajiit do you think?” Kitty shrugged. “None of our business. If Ubergard wants to tell us, she will.” The voices in the next room went quiet and Kitty pulled Mikael’s hand back onto her body. “Keep doing that. It’s awesome.” Mikael did as he was told until both he and Kitty slept.
Mikael awoke first, noting the dim light of early morning in the window. He looked at the sleeping Kitty and woke her with a long kiss on her rump which strayed somewhat lower yet. She awoke with a smile and a moan, but he ceased his stimulation. “Why stop?” she asked, mildly annoyed. “Time to go, Kitty. We can have more of that when we get home. For now, we need to get packed and on the road.” Kitty sighed, and then perked up. “We can have more of that in Morthal!” she pointed out. Mikael smiled and kissed her before getting dressed. Kitty reluctantly did the same and in a few minutes they were out in the hall.
Kitty knocked on Ubergard’s door.
The giantess opened the door and promised to meet them downstairs in a few minutes, so Mikael and Kitty settled their account with the bartender downstairs and waited on Ubergard who didn’t take long to appear. “Helfer didn’t come back last night I guess?” Ubergard shook her head, “she was pretty pissed off. I didn’t really expect her back honestly. When I told her we were leaving this morning, she stormed out in a rage. The last straw I guess after I’d told her we were done earlier yesterday.” “Oh well, maybe it’s good to break it off cleanly like that,” Mikael offered. “Maybe. Doesn’t feel good though,” Ubergard said.
A few hours later found them walking back down the road to Dragon Bridge. The conversation had been nothing serious, though Ubergard was back to her old silent self. Then suddenly, without turning back to face Kitty and Mikael, she said, “I’m not used to this you know. I’ve never had anything even close to a romantic relationship before. It… hurts. More than I expected.” Mikael replied first, “It does. There wouldn’t be so many songs and stories about it were it not so powerful.” Kitty joined in then, “Do you think maybe you might have loved her after all?” Ubergard, still walking ahead of them without turning around, answered her. “No. She just wasn’t right for me. But damned if the sex wasn’t good. I hope I gave her as much… pleasure as she gave me. I think I was addicted to it. I knew it would just hurt her more to stay with me, but I couldn’t help myself. I hurt her for my own pleasure, and I never thought I’d be that kind of person.”
Kitty and Mikael looked at each other, knowing there was no good answer for this. All three continued on in silence for a while before Ubergard spoke up again, this time her voice hoarse with emotion. “I won’t do that again. It’s too powerful.” Kitty replied quietly, “It’s in your nature, Uber. You were just denying it all your life. If you continue denying it, you’ll be fighting yourself. Better if you learn to control it than deny it.” Ubergard continued walking but Kitty noticed her posture straighten. “You’re right Kitty. It’s discipline I need, not denial. I will be more careful about who I share it with. So I won’t hurt them.” “You could get hurt yourself you know. What if you fall in love with someone who doesn’t love you back? It’s hard to be sure.” “But that’s life,” Mikael interjected. “You have to take a risk of getting hurt, or you’ll never know. Otherwise the result is just denial again.” They continued in silence again, each thinking their own thoughts till the town of Dragon Bridge came into view.
“We’re making good time. Do you feel like stopping?” Mikael asked. “No,” Kitty answered. “No need to stop. I want to get home. Ok with you Uber?” “Of course,” the Argonian replied and they continued onto the bridge. When they reached the apex, Ubergard stopped dead in her tracks. “What is it Uber?” Kitty asked. But she needed no answer when they all saw the familiar figure waiting at the end of the bridge.
She was standing naked, but the look on her face was undisguised fury. “Helfer?” Ubergard called to her. “Are you alright?” “Come closer and find out, Ubergod!” the Khajiit hissed. Ubergard approached slowly with her hands up. “Helfer, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m really sorry!” “Sorry? You are sorry? You should not be sorry, Ubergod. You are large. Helfer is only a small thing compared to you. You must hurt small things. All large things hurt small things.”
Mikael and Kitty followed Ubergard’s example, approaching slowly. This Khajiit was obviously disturbed, maybe even deranged. Meanwhile, Helfer was continuing her speech. It seemed to be a prepared thing, thought Kitty. Maybe all night she had been working on it. That didn’t bode well. “…but Helfer is perhaps not so small as you think, Ubergod. Perhaps she is like those little ants that you step on, but perhaps this one has a bite. A sting. Don’t you know that little things have a sting? Little things must carry a sting, if they are to survive.” “Helfer, I did NOT intend to hurt you! If I intended to hurt you, I would have continued to stay with you, don’t you see? If I don’t love you, then if I stayed with you I’d only be using you. I care about you too much to…” “STOP!” Helfer suddenly said, and all three instinctively did so. “Please, Helfer…” Ubergard began, but an insidious smile crept over Helfer’s face. Then she shouted three odd words at Ubergard that no one else recognized, but whose results were unmistakable.
“Fus! Ro! Dah!”

CatDance #30

“Where’s Helfer?” Mikael asked when he came down to the tavern after getting dressed. Kitty looked to Ubergard. “She left,” was Ubergard’s brief response. Mikael turned back to Kitty “I’ll tell you later,” she said.
Mikael may have been male, but he was also perceptive enough to see that this, whatever “this” was, was none of his business. Instead, he caught the eye of the bartender and ordered a drink. “So, do we start heading back home tomorrow?” Kitty asked Mikael. Mikael nodded. “No reason why not. Unless you want to stay longer. The college will send us details later, but there’s no need to stick around as far as that’s concerned.”
Kitty thought about that for a minute. “Solitude is nice, and certainly more cultured than Whiterun. But, I do miss Red and the girls. And the castle for that matter. I wonder how they’ve been getting along?” Mikael shrugged. “Knowing Udaran, she’s probably taken over the place by now.” “Oh, you don’t think Red would take the leadership role while I’m away?” “You’re assuming she’s even staying there, with her hot romance with the Jarl still burning. But even so, no. She’s a strong personality for sure, but she’s not a leader. She hasn’t got the desire to be. But Udaran’s a born leader. You may have a little trouble living under the same roof with that one.”
“Udaran? Surely not. She’s one of my closest friends!” “I know. But it’s been my experience that there can only be one Queen under the same roof. You’re the Queen of your castle. But she’s not used to living under another Queen. It’s not a matter of friendship, Kitty. It’s a matter of who rules the roost. And it sure as hell ain’t the rooster!” Kitty thought about that. “Let’s go back,” she stated. “Though I think you may be surprised at how well we can get along. We spent days together on the trail of Shabhira without conflict after all.” “Yes… and she was the undisputed leader too, wasn’t she?”
“Well, Ubergard actually lead…” she began before Mikael cut her off. “You know what I mean. Not who was on leading in formation. Who made the decisions?” “Udaran,” Kitty admitted. “My point. Don’t get me wrong, you may get along fine for a long time. But you own the castle and eventually she’s not going to like that. Inevitable. But it needn’t get nasty. Just… be aware of it, that’s all I’m saying.” Kitty nodded. “Thanks. I will. So… tomorrow then?”
Mikael turned to Ubergard who was barely paying attention. “Uber? You in there?” Mikael said. “I’m sorry Mikael. It’s just… I have a lot to think about lately. Things I’ve not had to think of before. What were you asking?” “Tomorrow. Are you ok with heading back tomorrow?” “Oh! That soon?” “Kitty want’s to head back, and there’s no reason to stay here any longer. Of course, you’re not exactly a neophyte when it comes to travelling. You could just stay here until you’re ready. I’m sure Kitty and I will do fine.”
That seemed to bring Ubergard around out of her haze. “Oh, no. I will certainly come with you. What time do you have in mind?” They both looked to Kitty, who answered “Early. I’d really like to get back as soon as we can.” “With a full day’s traveling tomorrow, we should get there no later than afternoon the day after. We can stay at the Inn in Morthal this time rather than try and camp out.” “We’d best not stay up too late then. Let’s try and get to bed early, Mikael,” she said. At his grin, she revised, “Let’s try a get to sleep early, Mikael! Jeeze, how can you even have anything left in those little balls!?” “Tsk tsk tsk,” Mikael mock-scolded her. “Such language! And I’ll have you know they’re not little either. They’re just right. But lust isn’t below the belt, it’s above the neck! And my lust springs eternal!”
“So it seems! How about you and I take a walk loverboy? It’s a wonderful night out.” “Sure! See you later Uber!” “Goodnight Kitty, goodnight Mikael,” the Argonian said, turning back to her ale as they stepped towards the door.
“What’s up with her?” Mikael asked Kitty as soon as they’d stepped outside of the Winking Skeever. “Helfer of course. They had a sort of fight. Ubergard made it clear she didn’t want Helfer to follow us back to Whiterun. That their fling was over when we leave here.” “And she took it badly I assume.” Kitty nodded. “Sounds like it. Ubergard thought she was handling it properly, being firm and all. But Helfer took it hard. To be honest, I’m not sure she’s even coming back tonight, though Ubergard asked her to. She may be gone for good.”
Mikael thought about that. “Not likely. If she’s really in love with Ubergard she’s not going to be able to resist staying another night with her. Probably their last night together. If she get’s over the hurt of being rejected anyway.” “And if not?” Kitty asked, knowing that Mikael had a lot more life experience that she did. Mikael mused over that for a minute as they strolled the streets of Solitude. “If not, like you said, we may never see her again.”
Overhead, a pair of eyes and twin feline ears turned to track the two lovers.
“Oh, you’ll see this one again,” thought the naked Khajiit, invisibly perched on a nearby rooftop. “Soon in person, perhaps later in your night dreams.” Then the eyes turned back to stare intently at the door of the Winking Skeever, and the cold anger in them turned hot. “Sleep well, UBERGOD!” she spat.

CatDance #29

Kitty and Mikael returned to their room at the Winking Skeever where Kitty wasted no time in getting out of her bodysuit. She also wasted no time in getting Mikael on his back. “It is time to celebrate Mikael. And that’s, like, the opposite of celibate!” Kitty laughed as she stripped Mikael of his clothes and knocked him back onto the bed.
“Whoa! Horny much?” Mikael laughed as the Khajiit ferociously lapped at his genitals. Looking up, Kitty smiled her evil smile. She was feeling particularly frisky after the successful meeting the College and she intended to reward herself in the best way she knew.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. I am,” Kitty stated. “Now do your duty and return the favor!” “With pleasure!” he laughed and sat her on top of him.
Some hours later, after they had both been sated and were resting, she turned to him. “Good for you?” “I think you have plenty of evidence of that – in multiple places!” She closed her eyes. “Oh yes… plenty of evidence.”
“Kitty, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking this needs to end. You’re thinking that you’re wasting my time and love with this affair, when I’m not the mate for you.” She opened her eyes again to look at him, without speaking. A bit of a sad and wistful look on her face. “I know you are, Kitty. But perhaps it needn’t end so soon. When we get back, we’ll both have a lot to do. But let’s not make any plans beyond that for a while, ok? I do regret having asked you to marry me, but only because you think you have to leave me now.” “I do, you know. And I don’t want to.” she admitted, sighing.
“Well then don’t. Give me some time. Now that I know… how you feel, let me adjust to it. I’ve been monogamous for these last few months you know.” “Because of me?” Kitty asked. “Of course because of you, silly Khajiit! Why else? I’ve fallen in love with you. But maybe if you give me some time, I can fall out of love.” Kitty looked truly happy again. “That would be wonderful!”
Mikael looked disgusted. “Only you would be happy to have someone fall out of love with you!” Kitty got up and lowered her boobs over his face. “Maybe this will help! Clean up your evidence you nasty male!”
Below her, Mikael’s face was horrified but he soon accepted his punishment as inevitable. “Go on,” Kitty said huskily. “It turns me on. And besides, you’re in love with me, so entertain me! Yeah, that’s it. Now, here’s another place you’ve left a mess. You put it in there, you clean it up. I’ll just sit on you and enjoy it.” A muffled voice from between her legs managed, “Yes Dr. Kitty. Doctor knows best.” She let more of her weight down and in her best dominatrix voice she replied, “That’s right. Now less talking, more licking!”
A few minutes later, she was really getting into it and was just reaching an orgasm when the door opened and Ubergard stepped inside, closing the door behind her before she realized what was going on in the bed in front of her. The sound that came from Kitty’s throat could best be called a yowl. It combined both the ecstasy of her climax and her startled embarrassment as she literally could not stop her hips from stroking Mikael’s face until her orgasm had run it’s course. Then she collapsed upon her lover as she panted, “Yes Ubergard? (huff, huff) You (huff) wanted something?” “Oh!” Ubergard shook her head, realizing she had been staring. “Sorry Kitty! I’ll come back later!”
“Don’t be silly. (huff) You’ve seen everything (huff) there is to see by now. What did you want to tell us?” “Well… er… I came because… I came…” Kitty followed the Argonian’s eyes down to her lover’s engorgement. “Oh, sorry,” she said as she covered it up with her boobs. As if relieved from a distraction, Ubergard pulled herself together. “That is to say, we just got back. Helfer’s down eating dinner. I just wanted to see if you were back and how things went at the college.”
“Oh, they went great!” Kitty said, sitting up on Mikael’s chest before climbing off the bed. “I’m now an Honorary Master of Dance from the Bard’s College!” Ubergard’s eyes flicked to Mikael’s exposed body again as he got up on the other side of the bed began to gather his clothes. Kitty grabbed her standard black outfit and, as usual, was in it before Ubergard could see how it was done. “Come down and join us when you’re dressed, Mikael!” Kitty said as she walked out in front of Ubergard. “I will. Good to see you Ubergard.” Mikael said a bit red faced. “You too Michael. Your penis is lovely, by the way.” Ubergard smiled as she closed the door. “Thanks,“ he replied to the door.
"Sorry for all that, Ubergard. I should have locked the door.” “And I should have knocked first. But damn, I gotta get me one of those!” Ubergard said, not altogether joking. Kitty stopped, puzzled, “One of what?” Ubergard held her hands about 7 inches apart. “Oh!” Kitty said. “Yeah… they’re nice, I have to admit. Kinda nasty, but they sure feel good inside! Well, for some of us anyway.” “After seeing that, I’m more convinced than ever that I’m with you. But don’t you need to clean up first? He didn’t…” Kitty waved a hand and interrupted her. “Oh, sure he did! Quite a bit. But no, that’s what you walked in on. I made Mikael clean me up!” Ubergard smiled. “Now that’s a great relationship!” Kitty sighed. “No, that’s Love. Damn it.”

CatDance #28

She began with a dance that was less athletic than most of those from the previous night, but one that highlighted her balance and grace – full of long leaps and pirouettes. At the end of her first dance, the Masters did not applaud, but Viarmo gave her a smile and a nod. This, she decided, was probably the best response she was likely to get from them.
Her last dance was the story of the Hunter and the Doe, though this time without Helfer’s role. Afterwards the audience rose and all left silently but contemplatively while Viarmo came over to talk with her and Mikael.
“Kitty, that was quite a performance, and one that will not be forgotten. We of the College are trained to judge, to look for where improvement can be made. You must not be offended by our lack of external appreciation. But you have done very well for your cause.” Kitty nodded humbly before Viarmo turned to Mikael. “You, of all people Mikael, know the conservatism of us at the College. To add a fourth mode of expression as you ask is not a decision we take lightly.”
Mikael nodded, “No, I didn’t expect you to. Just to consider it.” “Of course,” Viarmo assured him. “You can be sure of that. Should we decide in favor, what would you have us do?” Mikael turned to Kitty. “Well, we were thinking that perhaps Kitty can receive some sort of accreditation from the College and open a sort of extension campus in Whiterun.” Viarmo looked to Kitty. “You wouldn’t want to teach here?” Kitty shook her head. “I’m sorry, no. I have too much depending on me back in Whiterun. I can’t move to Solitude. But I am interested in teaching Dance.”
“No. That we cannot do,” Viarmo stated flatly after a pause. “We cannot grant you the ability to name a student as having completed a study of Dance when we cannot be there to judge the merits of the student, so you cannot not be given the title of Dean. However, I would like to propose an alternative. Instead, I would suggest you be given the title "Honorary Master of Dance” with a certification to teach students in your field. When you feel a student has reached a proficiency worthy of your area, you will bring that student to us here as final arbiter. If we feel they are worthy, they will then receive a diploma in the art of Dance. This will count as one of a triune of degrees minimally necessary to achieve the title of acknowledged Bard. Mastery of any three of the four disciplines would qualify a student for that honor.“
Mikael looked shocked, though Kitty was confused. "Is… that not good?” she asked him. “Good? It’s perfect! It raises Dance to the full equal of Prose, Lyric and Music!” he answered, then turned to Viarmo, “But do you really think you can convince the others of the idea?” The headmaster smiled. “Oh, I think so. And as headmaster, I have 2 votes to their 1 each. I already know you have won over Giraud with that little hunter dance. A masterful stroke if I may say so. The other dances had their effect, but that clinched his vote. Even if the other two vote against me… us, we still have the majority.” Mikael turned and gave Kitty an excited hug, to which she laughed when he began to spin her around.
“Thank you Headmaster. You won’t regret it!” Mikael assured him after he set Kitty back down. “See that I don’t!” “May I ask one question, Headmaster Viarmo?” Kitty asked him as he turned to go. “Certainly Kitty. Or perhaps I should address you as Dr. Kitty?” “No, no. Just Kitty will do fine. My question is just this… I understand why Giraud would approve, but… why did you?”
“Do you want the official reason, or the real reason?” Kitty looked perplexed. “I see. Then I shall give you both. Officially, and intellectually for that matter, I see the truth in both what Mikael said and in what you showed. Dance, when properly done by those skilled such as you, is undoubtedly an art form and well worth supporting. To deny that is to deny reality. Mikael made his case well, and your skill shows what can be accomplished by a true master of the art.”
“And the real reason?” Viarmo smiled. “I haven’t had such a raging erection since I turned 200 years old, and that was quite some time ago!”
Kitty began to feel the hair on her tail rising, but Viarmo shook his head. “No, no good Khajiit. Do not feel shame. You should be proud! Proud that your body, it’s gracefulness and your skill in controlling it can raise such feelings in even such as I. Who knows? Maybe I’ll take Inge out for a date!” Mikael snorted loudly and doubled over trying to suppress laughter. Viarmo just scowled at him in mock anger but ending with a sincere smile. “Youth is squandered on the young. She was quite the vixen in her day, young man. Memories can overcome outward appearances. Someday you will understand this too, should you live so long. But now, I must return to my College. I will send an emissary to Whiterun once we have worked out the details. Congratulations to you both!” With that, the Headmaster of the Bard’s College turned and walked back inside.

CatDance #27

Inside they were met by a young man who introduced himself as Ataf whom Mikael was apparently familiar with. Mikael suggested Kitty wait in a large room full of books just to the right of the entrance while he went off with Ataf to consult with Viarmo upstairs.
She looked around for something interesting, but the only book to catch her eye was one called A Dance in Fire V4. But as far as she could tell, it didn’t seem to be about dancing at all. It did mention Khajiits, but as she scanned it, it soon became obvious that the Khajiit were once again portrayed negatively. She sighed as she closed the book and then noticed a stunning Nord woman approaching her.
“Hello, friend Khajiit. I am Illdi. And you must be the dancer with Mikael?” Kitty rose and shook the hand that the beautiful girl offered, taking care to keep her claws retracted. “Yes, my name is Kitty.You’ve heard about me already?” “Oh, you’re the talk of Solitude, Kitty! But that’s a good thing. What brings you to the College?” “We’re here to see the head master. Are you a student here?” Illdi sighed, “Yes. Though sometimes I think I’ll always just be a student. Are you applying? We don’t get many Khajiit here.” Kitty considered that. “I suppose, in a way I am. But… well, it’s complicated. Maybe not. I… don’t sing or tell stories. I just dance.”
“And very well, so I hear. And of course that explains the outfit! You’ve quite the body, for a Khajiit.” Kitty decided to ignore the qualifier. She was sure this gorgeous girl meant no offense, and to be perfectly honest, she was pretty well-endowed. “Well, thank you Illdi.” Illdi glanced at the book Kitty had just been looking through. “Oh, that. No, not exactly about dancing is it? Here… Here’s one that’s much more interesting!” Kitty accepted the small book Illdi had pulled from her bag and scanned the title. Lorna the Bard – Book 1. “Well thank you Illdi! I’ll read it as soon as I get a chance.”
Illdi put her head down conspiratorially. “You might want to read it in private. I put a little star in the margins at the best parts. If you like it, I’ve got the other three volumes too. It gets pretty lonely at the college, but I’ve read them all hundreds of times over by now.” “Oh! It’s that kind of book! Well then, I really thank you!” Kitty smiled conspiratorially as she put the little book away. The two started laughing when Mikael came in. “I see you’ve met Illdi. Sorry to interrupt, but we’re needed outside Kitty. Viarmo is gathering Giraud, Inge and Pantea Ateia in the theater for our demonstration.”
“Oh, can I come too Mikael?” Illdi asked. “I’m sorry, Illdi. This is a private demonstration for the masters only. Perhaps another time.” “Well, thanks again Illdi!” Kitty said as she followed Mikael. “I hope to see you again soon. We’re staying at the Winking Skeever if I don’t see you again today.“ "Thanks Kitty, I’ll do that! Things get awfully dull around here. See you tonight!”
Kitty followed Mikael back outside a little area surrounded by steps where obviously various performances were held by the Bards College – to potentially sizable crowds based on the seating area around it. Kitty was immediately drawn to the open portals that looked out on a magnificent view far below. “Oh, Mikael, the view is beautiful!” “And so it is from here as well! But we have no time for that now, Viarmo has arrived with the three Masters.” Kitty turned back to where Viarmo and three other masters of the College were entering the theater. Viarmo came on and shook hands with Kitty. “And this, I presume, is the Khajiit you’ve told me about Mikael?” “Yes indeed! Viarmo, this is Kitty. She dances for me at the Bannered Mare in Whiterun and is the reason we’re here today.”
“Kitty, you should be proud. Mikael holds you in extremely high regard for your skill at dancing. Please understand that no matter what comes of today’s interview, you already have my most sincere admiration. But now, let me introduce you to the others and we shall see what we shall see.” “Thank you, sir!” Kitty responded gracefully.
“And now,” Viarmo said raising his voice for the other seated Masters, “you all know Mikael. One of our most celebrated graduates and envoy of the Bards College to Whiterun. Today he brings with him Kitty, a Khajiit he has been working with for some time in that legendary town. He has a proposal which he would like us to consider. Kitty, before you is Dean of History, Giraud Gemane. Next to him is Dean of Lutes, Inge Six Fingers. And finally, Pantea Ateia, our Master Vocalist.” Kitty bowed respectfully to each in turn as she was introduced.
The three nodded politely to Kitty before Viarmo joined them to hear what Mikael had to say. While their ears were listening to Mikael, it was obvious their attention was really on her. Others might feel uncomfortable with that scrutiny, but Kitty was not one to be ashamed of her body. It dawned on her then that perhaps that might be one aspect of becoming a dancer that was paramount. The whole point of a dance, besides the thrill of the movements themselves, was to become the focus of attention, and anyone ashamed of showing their body was certainly not going to ever be a successful dancer! That would be something to consider if she was ever going to teach dance professionally. But now she turned to Mikael to listen to what he was saying.
“…in fact, the whole purpose of the Bard’s College is to educate and entertain the masses is it not? For generations we have striven to do that using Music, Stories and Song. You three represent the masters of those three genres. And in that goal we have been at least moderately successful.” “…given the talent we have to work with,” muttered Pantea under her breath. Mikael continued, ignoring the interruption. “We have kept the memory of the past alive with songs of the heroes of past ages, of battles and romances. The tales we weave are both memorable and entertaining. Yet I submit to you today that we have been ignoring another genre that may be even older and more memorable than the catchiest songs or the most evocative of stories. For those require the audience to understand the language of the lyrics and the nuances of the words. But Dance does not hold this requirement. It is a universal language to all sentient races in Tamriel. Today I would like to demonstrate that for you… to demonstrate what Dance can be.”
“What you say is undoubtedly true, Mikael, but what do you aim to prove here?” asked Giraud. “Nothing less than the admittance of a fourth genre to the Bard’s College. I propose to introduce Dance as a teachable medium for communication and the conveying of history, ideas and stories. I believe it to be an art form every bit as nuanced and precise as music or singing. Kitty here and her talent has made that abundantly clear to me!” “But Mikael… begging your pardon Miss Kitty, I don’t mean to disparage you – I’m sure your skill at Dance is extremely masterful… but how can you compare the lumbering gyrations of some backwater cretin to the lofty works we at the College train in? Why, there’s not even any WORDS!” protested the Master Vocalist.
“Indeed. But I don’t really compare the skill of Miss Kitty to any lyrical or prose form, but I do compare it to the universality of music itself. Master Inge, your skill with the lute certainly a worthy pursuit of any Bard worth his salt. Music alone has no defined words without lyric, yet it still is a medium evocative and meaningful even without a vocalist would you not agree?” The Dean of Lutes smiled and nodded, accepting the point. “Then, in the same way that music combines with lyrics to make song, I submit that music and lyric may also combine with dance to raise the experience to yet a higher level. Let us demonstrate…” And with that, Kitty began to dance…

CatDance #26

Kitty was wide awake in bed while Mikael was breathing heavily next to her, obviously deep in sleep. But Kitty couldn’t sleep. Not only was the anticipation of tomorrow’s meeting with the College worrying her, now she had to deal with this too! She hoped that her rejection of Mikael’s proposal had been gentle enough. He had taken it with enough grace, but she found it hard to believe that Mikael with his free spirit ways and wandering eye could possibly be serious. And was it possible that she didn’t really want to be married yet either? Hell, did she even love him?
She turned over to look at him. With a sigh, she realized that she didn’t. He was a great companion. A hell of a bed-mate too. It wasn’t even that he was human. He had taught her that it really was the person behind the body that mattered. And she liked him. She liked him a lot! But it just didn’t cross the line into love. Not like what he meant, what he needed. She’d felt that once before, with FarSeer. She just didn’t feel it with Mikael. After this trip she would have to break up with him. It was unfair for her to do anything else just to get his attentions, especially now that he’d done this. She would miss him. But to do anything else would just be stringing him along instead of freeing him up to find another. Damn.
To top it off, she really needed some sleep tonight. “Well fuck it,” she finally thought to herself. “There’s one way I know I can get to sleep. Rise and shine big boy. It’s time to go to work!” With that she quietly removed her nightgown, turned head-to-toe and gently pulled him out of his underwear and into her mouth. He woke to a warm, wet stroking between his legs that he reflected was the best interruption of sleep he’d ever experienced. The rest followed nature’s course and, after a quick but satisfying interlude of sleepy-sex, they both drifted off.
When she awoke the next morning, Mikael was gone. She found him downstairs with Ubergard. “There you are Kitty!” Mikael said with his usual and annoying morning cheerfulness. “Good morning Mikael, Uber. Where’s Helfer?” Ubergard replied apologetically, “Still sleeping. Mikael says you won’t need me or her today?” “Not bringing Helfer?” Kitty asked Mikael. “I thought she might work as an example of how I can teach others to dance, or something like that.”
“Last night was a show, but today should be more of just a demonstration. I’d like to keep them focused on you during that part, and Helfer would just be a distraction. Besides, I’m sure Uber and Helfer would appreciate some time to explore Solitude on their own anyway.” Kitty turned to Ubergard while reaching for some breakfast treats on the table. “Yes, I think we need to talk. I’m afraid she’s getting too serious and I need to explain some things to her. So I would appreciate the time.” Turning back to Mikael, Kitty asked between bites, “Fair enough. So when do we go?” “As soon as you’re ready. What are you going to wear?”
Kitty shrugged. “Any suggestions? I brought quite a few choices.” “I was thinking the white body suit. Sexy as all your stuff is, the black you normally wear is too dark. We want them to see you. But the dancing outfits you wear also are distracting. Frankly nude would be best in some ways, but we don’t want the sexuality to be the focus – just the movements. The white one seems the best alternative to me.” “Sounds reasonable. I’ll be back in a minute and we can go.”
As Kitty turned back to change, Mikael watched her go with no outward sign of sadness,, but he knew he had lost her last night. Their relationship had changed, despite her assurance and actions to the contrary. Inwardly he sighed, regretting his proposal. At least she seemed to have forgotten her confidence problem. She must’ve to wear that barely-there nightgown down here!
She returned in a startlingly white bodysuit, very similar to her black one but without the boots. It hugged her body like a glove… a very form-fitting glove. “Alright! I’m ready if you are! What do you think?” she said, displaying her outfit to him. Mikael looked at the Khajiit. “Excellent. Form-fitting but without adornment. A real dancer’s outfit. No shoes?” Kitty looked somewhat ashamed, as if embarrassed to admit her physiological differences from humans. “I have… claws on my feet that might be helpful. I thought it best to keep all my advantages today.” “Good thinking Kitty. Well, let’s go. Ubergard, we’ll probably be back around lunch time. Wish us luck!” “Good luck then. I’m not sure if we’ll be here when you get back, but we’ll see you tonight anyway,” said Ubergard as they left the Winking Skeever.
As they approached the large three-story edifice, Kitty couldn’t help but be impressed. “Let me do the talking,” Mikael began. “I spoke with Viarmo, the headmaster of the college yesterday and they’ll be expecting us. While he’s an Altmer and rather stern, he’s a fair man and will listen to our request. But he’s also conservative and will take some convincing. But they are a truly democratic group and the others that will be sitting in on our demonstration will be just as important.“ "An Altmer?” Kitty asked. “They’re not very friendly to Khajiit usually…” “They’re not friendly to anyone usually. But as I said, he’s a good man and not likely to be prejudiced by a tail or snout. There will also be the three Deans. Giraud Gemane is the dean of History, so I’ll highlight the dance as a way of visually telling stories. Inge Six Fingers is the dean of Lutes. He’ll be with us right from the start since dance is a natural response to music and therefore closely related. Then there’s Pantea Ateia, dean of vocalists. She’ll be a tough nut to crack since dance doesn’t directly relate to vocals. So we’ve got one for us, one likely against, and the other two will be the deciding factor.”
“Mikael… I don’t mean to sound slutty but, should I try to come on to them or appeal to them physically? I know it’s kind of cheating, but if it would help…” “No need for that Kitty. They’re all professionals. Just dance your heart out, as you always do. I don’t think any of them would be swayed by any overt interest, and some might be offended. Erotica is part of the bard’s trade too, and every one of them is an expert bard of their own domain. They would see through any feigned interest instantly. No, just do your best. And remember, if we fail, it’s not the end of the world. As long as we give it our best shot, we can leave happy no matter which way the decision falls.”
Kitty nodded, feeling suprisingly better as they walked up the steps to the looming building that was the Bard’s College. Before opening the door, Mikael turned to her. “I’m sorry, Kitty… for last night,” he said sincerely. Kitty understood exactly what he meant and didn’t try to deny what they both knew. “I know Mikael. I’m sorry too.” And with that she stretched up to him and gave him a strong and passionate kiss. “But I still like you a lot!” Mikael smiled somewhat and opened the door.

CatDance #25

Later, when Mikael and Kitty were alone in their room… “Oh Mikael, I’m so sorry! I’ve probably ruined your chance with the College now. All because I had to go and jump onto that stupid chandelier. I was doing so well up to then too!” “Relax Kitty! I must have told you twenty times, it’s fine. Just a little lighthearted comedy to end the show.” “You say that, but how can I even show my face again? Everyone will be laughing at me.” Mikael stroked her ears. “No they won’t. You know they won’t! Kitty, I need you tomorrow, and I need you to be confident. You know you’re an awesome dancer. Best I’ve ever seen. Probably the best that’s ever been! But you don’t have to be perfect. That leap was unbelievable! I had no idea you could jump that high.”
Kitty smiled up at him. “It was pretty impressive, wasn’t it?” “I’m telling you, the stories they’ll tell will be the stuff of legend. No one will believe it who wasn’t there.” “Even if I couldn’t get down?” “Even so.”
“…and I didn’t hurt you… here?” Mikael laughed. “Hurt me? You’ve gotta be kidding! Everyone in that room was jealous of me, I tell you. In fact… I wouldn’t mind re-enacting that last part again without the bikini!” Kitty smiled at him but a little sadly. “Thanks Mikael. Normally I’d be more than happy to oblige. But I’m feeling ashamed. I’m… just not in the mood. I’m sorry.” “No, I understand. But really, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of and a lot to be proud of. One thing’s for sure, when we walk into the College tomorrow they’ll have heard all about it.”
“You won’t get blue balls or anything?” “Oh, you know that’s a myth made up by horny guys who will do anything to get their rocks off. Well, mostly a myth anyway. I’m fine. But Kitty, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…” “Well then, ask away!” Kitty replied, curious.
“Kitty…” Mikael began, getting off the bed. Suddenly he had her full attention at this odd delay. Then he knelt beside her at the side of the bed…
The giant argonian was at the door within 15 seconds of the scream that came from Kitty, still naked but carrying the wicked blade she called Virgindruung. Helfer was just behind her as she pounded on the door. “Kitty! Mikael! What’s wrong? Are you all right?!” Mikael opened the door just in time before the glowing ebony axe struck it.
“Sorry Uber…” he said, trying to calm her down before she got the wrong idea. “What was it? Kitty? What happened?” Kitty was looking at her dumbfounded for a minute before she found her voice. “It’s… it’s okay Uber. I just… well, nevermind. I’ll explain tomorrow. Sorry, I can’t tell you right now. But it’s fine. We’re fine. Please, go back to bed.”
“You’re sure? I can sleep in here if…” “No!” the Khajiit shouted, perhaps a bit too strongly. “No. Thanks Ubergard, but this is NOT something you need to be concerned with right now. I promise.” Ubergard looked askance at Mikael who admittedly looked a bit guilty about something, but she’d known him long enough to trust him… mostly. “You better not be trying anything… unnatural with my friend, Mikael!” warned the big Argonian with her blade resting uncomfortably against his genitals in a flash.
Kitty laughed nervously, and Ubergard moved her blade away from Mikael’s manhood. “No, no Uber. Nothing like that. Go back to sleep, I’m in fine hands with Mikael. He’d never hurt me. Besides, we’re not the ones standing naked in the hallway of a tavern either, are we?” Uber looked behind her to Helfer who was caught looking at her butt, but quickly came to attention and nodded agreement, then smiled back at her unapologetically. “You have a point. Well, if you’re sure all is well, then goodnight again!” she said cheerily as if nothing had happened. “Come on Helfer, looks like we’re not needed here.”
Back in their room, Ubergard returned the blade underneath the small bed as Helfer made room for her. “I wonder what that was all about?” “Only time will reveal these things, it seems. Come my Ubergard. Lay back down and let me help you to relax,” Helfer invited her soothingly.
She did so, letting the Khajiit’s warm claws slide slowly and firmly down her scales from her shoulders to the tip of her tail, cycling over and alternating from tail to legs every other pass. “You are very protective of Kitty, my Ubergard. Perhaps you have love for her?” Helfer asked innocently. Ubergard partially suppressed a moan of pleasure before answering. “Only the love of a knight towards her lady, I assure you.” “I see. This is admirable for a guardian such as you. But you are too tense. Surely you know your lady is in no danger here? Relax. Let your body float. I will keep you warm tonight.” “You are… very very good at this, Helfer.”
“Yes, my Ubergard. I am. But only because you inspire me to be so. Now, if I am not too bold, let me caress your other side as well. You need have no more concern tonight, my Ubergard. And you must not feel you need to return my attentions either. I receive more than enough pleasure from touching you. Tonight, just close your eyes and do not bother yourself with anything outside your own body. It has known too much violence. There is also love in the world and it has seen too little of this.”
Ubergard did as she was bidden and melted as the strong furred claws stroked her scales. Later she noticed dimly that the claws had been replaced with a warm, wet tongue, but she was too relaxed to even contemplate resisting. Sometime later her legs parted almost of their own volition under the ministrations of the Khajiit’s attention and she didn’t even bother to count her orgasms before she drifted off to sleep with a warm, softly breathing blanket covering her.

One-Off non-canon

Just a little thing I whipped up for Xanfowler. He just asked for some tummy-related images. Blame me for the rather odd result! (And this is totally non-cannon)

Don’t be expecting any continuation of this silly thing either. It is what it is and there ain’t no mo!

(and then XanF. begged for continuation. Darned if I have anything planned but I do like the guy! I’ve got to post a real TotK continuation first tho.)

CatDance #24

Author’s note – Hiatus over. Author was being a stupid asshole over a misunderstanding. I’ll try not to be ‘That Guy’ again! ———- Kitty then started a whirlwind of movement, beginning with classic arms-out posture. To the rhythm of the dual drums, what she performed was more a gymnastics routine than a dance. Her aim was to demonstrate not only her skill and precision, but also the borderline of possibility for a Khajiit if not for the other races watching her now.
She started with a dizzying spin on the floor, using her tail as a fixed-point around which she twirled. Then she somersaulting back to perform high kicks from her position on the floor before leaping head over heels to land back on her feet.
The audience was spellbound as she then did a half-flip to land balanced precariously upside down on one hand. A smattering of applause was soon quieted when she began a series of flying leaps across the floor before finally landing in a posture designed to announce to the watchers that her dance had finished. At this, the amazed audience cheered her as she tried to restrain her breathing to at least not look too exhausted.
Rising to her feet, she looked up momentarily as if absorbing the adulation. However, she gave Mikael a quick glance and he resumed his drumming, now pounding out a steady slow beat. Lisette may have been confused, but she was a professional and accompanied him anyway.
The audience was confused as Kitty walked out of the room, but the drumming continued even after she had disappeared out of sight down the hallway.
Those with a line of sight saw her reach the end of the hallway but then stop, draw a deep breath, then turn back towards the room. Suddenly she dropped to all fours and raced back towards the tavern becoming a blur of fur and tail as the drums began to roll.
Then, with a mighty leap that converted her forward momentum instantly to vertical, she flew up into the air and somehow gracefully landed atop the chandelier high above – barely even disturbing the flickering candles there. Fortunately the structure was built of iron and was suspended firmly to the ceiling and thus it bore her light weight without moving.
Perhaps her butt may have been warmed a bit uncomfortably by one of those candles before she stood to her full height to look down on the hushed crowd below, but the pause before the applause renewed was so gratifying that she scarcely noticed it. Now her look of feigned disinterest was broken and she laughed and thanked the crowd below sincerely. Mikael and Lisette had put down their drums and were applauding with the rest when Kitty suddenly realized something… “Thank you. Thank you all!” she said to those below, but then she looked at Mikael. “Um… Mikael?” “Yes Kitty?” he asked, shouting over the others. “I… um… I can’t get down!” she admitted shamefully. “What? OH! Oh, no problem. Just hang down and I’ll catch you.” Kitty did her best to comply, though now her nervousness showed in her face. She decided it might be best not to mention what happened the last time she was in a similar predicament. “Go on Kitty, let go! I’ve got you!” Mikael assured her.
“Well… Okay. I’m going to let go now…” Kitty squeaked, now realizing that her final impromptu leap was perhaps not such a good idea. In defiance of her words, her hand seemed to refuse to obey her. “Anytime now Kitty.” Mikael encouraged her.
Kitty closed her eyes and finally managed to release her grip, though all her senses were screaming for her not to. The landing was less than graceful. As Kitty opened her eyes to see where she was, she took some comfort in the fact that at least this time she hadn’t hurt Mikael’s genitals as she had in a similar circumstance some time ago! Unfortunately she soon realized that Mikael’s muffled but calm voice was coming from between her own legs. Some primal part of her mind noticed that his warm breath on her felt nice for a moment, but she shook that thought out of her head.
Instead she tried to think of some way to regain the composure and respect of the crowd she’d earned from her performance, but as the gales of laughter washed over her, she gave it up as a lost cause and released Mikael from underneath her. “Thank you, Mikael,” was all she could think of as her lover stood up grinning from ear to ear, obviously unhurt. Her tail-fur was standing on end in embarrassment. “Oh no, Kitty, thank YOU!!!” Mikael laughed as he hugged her to him.