The Sword of St. Michael #9

Sampson and Devilah returned to the Bee and Barb to eat. While Devilah was certainly disappointed in what Sampson had chosen to do while she was away, he had commitments to Keerava that he had to keep, so she found herself in a back room talking with Keerava while Sampson went out to do some roof repairs. “Well he certainly has improved a lot in just a few hours, I must say,” Keerava admitted. “I suppose you will be leaving soon though. I’ll miss having him around you know.” Devilah noted the sincerity in the Argonian’s voice. “I imagine so! It must be nice having a hero fix your roof!” she said, smiling and hoping she managed to leave any snarkyness out of her voice. She had been unexpectedly kind to Sampson after all..
“Didn’t look like any hero yesterday! But you’re right. It’s good you’re back… I guess.” “Um… Keerava… About that night.” Keerava shook her head. “Weren’t no night. And nobody’s said a thing to Sampson. I suspect if they had, they’d have lost their head by now.” “Or something…“ Devilah agreed.
"That’s good,” Devilah purred. “Things might have gotten a little out of hand.” Keervara leaned close to Devilah. “I’ll say! I’m pregnant!”
“Pregnant?!” Devilah sputtered. “Talen-Jei?” “I have to assume so. He’s the only Argonian that was here. Unless some fertility deity has been messing with biology again! No thanks to you…” “I’m sorry Keerava. These things just happen around me. I didn’t intend…”
“Oh hush girl. It’s not like you forced me to. Besides, I could use a little clutch around here. I’ll need to take a vacation to the Black Marsh, but I’m kinda looking forward to the little squirts. I suppose I’ll have to marry that damned guy. I’ll be lucky if I don’t catch a new batch of eggs every damn time with him in my bed! Still, don’t tell him. I’ll get him to propose and sleep with him after that. It’ll be close enough.” “Well, if we get a chance, we’ll drop back in sometime and see your… brood.” “Do that. I’ll name one of them after you.” “You’d name one ‘Devilah’? That’s very sweet of you. It’s certainly not an Argonian name!” “Oh, not ‘Devilah’. ‘Horny Fucking Cat’. But it sounds better in Jel.”
When Devilah had recovered herself, she gave Keerava a hearty slap on the back. “You’re okay Keerava!” “Don’t get too friendly, Dev, the others might think we’re lovers!” “Well… we kinda… were there for a few minutes.” “SHHH!” Keerava hissed, but then added conspiratorially, accompanied by a firm slap on Devilah’s ass, “…and it was a half hour at bare minimum.”
The afternoon passed slowly till Sampson returned, after his work was done. He looked like all grin and ears when he walked in the door and he swept Devilah off her feet. “Come on Devilah, we’re going out!” It turned out Sampson had been doing more than just working on the roof all day. In fact, he’d gotten a commission from the Jarl to do a small task and had received a bit of coin for it. So he’d bought a small present for the Khajiit and they spent the early evening strolling around outside Riften.
Then they returned to their room where Keerava had sent up a special dinner – no charge. There the two talked for a while, and then made love gently but passionately as if for the first time. Devilah knew better of course, but she was overcome with emotion when finally Sampson collapsed on top of her and she felt him slowly withdraw as he fell to sleep there. This, she decided, would be their ‘official’ first time. Though less energetic and voluminous than the real first time, it had been much more passionate. The acrobatics could come later. If there was a later.
Suddenly as she dozed, she realized it was approaching midnight. She slid from underneath Sampson and quietly dressed again. She looked around and found the Sword. Had she not seen it in action, she would have thought it was the same as any sword really. It was large, but not particularly ornate or even rust-free. Still, she knew undoubtedly that this was indeed the Sword of St. Michael. A hum of power throbbed underneath her hands as she lifted it up the likes of which she had never experienced before.
She shut the doors to the room, but didn’t dare to take the sword downstairs where late night customers might notice her. Instead she opened the portal right there and took the sword with her. Agrat was there, waiting.

The Sword of St. Michael #3

A month passed in the world of the living. In the tavern of the Bee and Barb, a man sat at the bar speaking in hushed tones to the Argonian bartender. “Still here eh?” he asked quietly. Keerava looked up at the ceiling reflexively. “Yes. He just won’t leave. Every day he goes out searching, and every night he comes back and drinks himself into Oblivion.”
“Sad case. No sign of her I suppose?” “Nothing. Just that bit of charred lock of hair we found outside the door the next morning,” she admitted, shaking her head sadly. “Have you told him? About… that night?” Keerava suddenly looked at him with real anger on her face. “What about that night?! It was a normal night like any other, and damn you to hell if you say anything different!”
Asgeir held up his hands. “Whoa! Back off Keerava. Of course it was.” “Good,” she replied, calming down. “It’s taken me forever to get Talen-Jai back to normal. I had to threaten to fire him if he kept coming on to me when I caught him standing over me while I was sleeping one night!” “You were pretty good,” Asgeir smiled at her. She held up a mug menacingly, but smiled back. “I’ve got a pewter mug and I know how to use it!” she warned.
“Well, you were. What the hell happened to us?” Keerava shrugged. “Damned if I know. Something about that cat though. Made me wet just to look at her!” Asgeir nodded. “Yeah, made me hard as a rock. Even made you look good to me!”
“Hey! I’m the one that managed to take a bunch of scale-less skin-pricks up my…. Well. It’s over now. And forgotten, right?” “I suppose, though you sure felt good inside!” “Shut it monkey boy. You won’t be getting inside me again so you might as well forget it. As should we all.”
“Hell of a party though. One HELL of a party,” he said, adding, “Still, don’t you think he should know? Maybe it will get him to leave her memory be if he knows.” “I’ve thought about it. He’s absolutely convinced she was some sort of virginal angel. Thick as a brick. If I tried to tell him, he’d call me a liar. Probably take my head off for sullying the memory of his cat.” “Whatever she was, she was no cat. So, how are you going to get rid if him?” Keerava shrugged. “He’s out of money, but I let him work for his board. Works hard too. If he had scales I’d trade Talen-Jai for him I swear. Worth the boarding, but it’s no life for a man like him. And…”
“You feel sorry for him,” Asgeir finished for her. “As much as this damned place lets you feel sorry for anyone.” “Yeah. Me too. All that drink is going to bring him down, and at the rate he’s been going it won’t be long.”
“Shh! Here he comes now.” “Damn, he looks like a walking zombie!” Asgeir commented quietly as they watched Sampson cross the room to the privy downstairs. “Does he often walk around in just his underwear like that?”
Keerava shook her head. “Only when he’s so drunk he doesn’t remember to get dressed. He won’t last long like this. But what can you do? He’s just pining away, and no mistake.” “I wonder what happened to her? A shame to see a man reduced to… that.” “Who knows. A dragon maybe. But one thing’s for sure. Whatever happened to her, she’s not coming back.”
The warrior returned, went back up to his room and shut the door. Bleary eyed, he looked around with the unfocused memory of the inebriated, as if the person he sought might be found in a corner or under the bed. He then offered up a prayer to whatever Gods might hear him, asking only that Devilah be safe wherever she was before crying out, “Oh Devilah, WHERE ARE YOU!?”
Finally he sat back with his head in his hands and cried quietly before falling to sleep, trusting in the solid walls to keep his grief private. As he drifted off, he once again affirmed to himself that he would not leave this tavern till she returned.

The Sword of St. Michael #2

Author: Yeah, this is really just porn. Fits in context but… yeah. Orgy ensues. Two hours later, all but the most hardy of the males had become pretty well useless and spent. But that was all right. Devilah was more than sated. Her rather unusual body chemistry soon had her fur back to it’s normal lustrous shine, having absorbed the contents ‘donated’ to her by the male revelers in the tavern. She was pretty sure she’d gotten some from all of them. Even the Argonian. Not that she had been neglected by the female patrons by any means. But only the males could provide that special substance she needed as food, though it didn’t matter where or how it was delivered to her, all was absorbed. Still, the attention by the females was in it’s way even more pleasant, simply because it wasn’t done for need – it was done for lust and lust only.
Later she found herself laying on the bar, a flaccid male behind her, idly teasing her while she watched the two Argonians show what real stamina was. From behind her, the man asked “So what is this, like the 4th round for them?”. Devilah couldn’t remember his name. She wasn’t sure she even remembered his face. She did remember his phallus.
“Depends on how you’re counting, ” she replied. “Third for him. I’d say she’s up around ten. But she’s still as turned on as ever. See the way her eyes are rolled back in her head? And the way she still meets his thrusts every time… That’s a true orgasmic coma there. She’s just a sex animal now. Pure lust. Probably walk like a penguin tomorrow, but she’s in heaven right now.”
“Damn. Must be nice.” “Oh, it is! But sorry, males can’t achieve it. Your orgasms are deeper, but fleeting. Only a female can enter that state of true wanton lust,” Devilah explained, watching the coupling pair distractedly as the man behind her began to fondle her between her legs. She lifted one leg to allow him access, her eyes never leaving the mating Argonians. While the male behind her surely could no longer maintain an erection, she was pleasantly surprised by his enthusiasm and found herself once again feeling interested by his manual technique. When he turned around and planted his face firmly against her behind, she began to moan and thrust against his tongue and nose, to the rhythm of the lovers she was watching.
Suddenly the male Argonian bellowed and the female slumped to the ground, her ass and tail shaking. They were now the only part of her that seemed to have any life as the male spasmed and left his deposit in her. Between the sight of the skewered Argonian female in front of her being hammered by the ejaculating male, and the tongue of the human male thrusting into places that were not designed for such thrusting, she could hold her own orgasm back no longer and moved to straddle man’s head underneath her.
In the throes of her passion, she seemed to be trying to insert him bodily into her own rectum. But when the waves had receded from her mind somewhat, she noticed she still had the male’s head underneath her weight, and released him. He was unconscious, and a pang of worry washed over her. Even in her most evil days, she never actually killed her lovers! But then he shook, took a deep gasp and began breathing again, his eyes opening. Yet, as if nothing had happened, he smiled at her and once again began toying with her body. “You must really love Khajiits!” she said. “Female ones shaped like you? Oh, I do!” he said and began to lick her again, seemingly oblivious to his recent near-suffocation.
She lay her head back onto the bar. The Argonian lovers had separated, a pool gathering under the female’s still exposed rear. Devilah’s eyes wandered over the bar and along the wall to the fireplace. “So bright,” she thought. Suddenly, she realized that something was looking back at her from the flames.
“Devilah,” it said. The succubus instantly looked away. But something was already wrong. The licking of the man between her legs was slowing… stopping. Time was locking up. A time bomb had gone off. She got off the bar in an instant, her clothes back on with the speed of thought.
While she still had any time at all, she raced towards the door and managed to get out into the street before time had completely stopped for the world around her. But she hadn’t gotten far enough away, she knew. “Devilah,” a voice said behind her, stepping out of the bar. “The party’s over. It’s time to come home.” The nearby lights cast shadows, but a much brighter light’s shadow was cast in front of her, flickering as if generated from a flame. A very large flame.
“Goodbye Sampson,” she thought to herself as she turned to face the inevitable behind her. “I loved you, in my way. I hope somehow you will know that.” Out loud she looked up. “Hello Agrat,” she said, sighing as her life in the mortal world ended.

CatDance #40 (Epilogue 2 – Conclusion)

“A letter from Solitude?” Kitty asked as Muz-Ra handed her an envelope. After yesterday’s marathon session with soap, water and scrub brushes, the residents of Castle Kitty had managed to clean up the kitchen to a respectable level and the stench from the fire had almost disappeared. What wasn’t respectable was Muz-Ra’s outfit – or more specifically the lack thereof. Kitty almost didn’t notice, having known the lusty Argonian for so long. But as she looked back, Kitty suddenly realized she was looking at a naked Muz-Ra. “Red! Did you do that to the courier again? Really?!” “Sure! I think he’s beginning to look forward to it in fact. Mustn’t disappoint the poor guy.”
Kitty just shook her head. “Well, glad to have you back again, if only for a day.” “Oh, no problem Kitty. I’d have been back before, but you know the Jarl. After a day of no Muz-Ra, he gets irritable to the staff around Dragonsreach. Irileth practically begs me to come and visit.” “Somehow I doubt they have to twist your arm much,” Kitty smiled at her friend. “No, not much,” she replied. “So, sounds like you and the Jarl are still as hot for each other as ever?” “Oh definitely! Why the other day we were playing in the dungeon and he found this big…” “STOP!” Kitty shouted, forestalling the inevitable details. “I do not want to hear it!” “If you insist. Let’s just say that we both have very vivid imaginations!” “Well, I’m very happy for you, Red.”
“So, who is it from anyway?” “Oh! It’s from Illdi. She’s a student at the college I met. She gave me that book to read.” “What’s she say?” “Let’s see… ‘sorry I missed you before you left’… ‘congratulations’… ‘teach me’… OH! Oh no! I have my first student!!!”
“Well that’s great! When is she coming? We’ll have to figure out where to put her. And where you can teach too!” “Yeah! She’s coming right after I accept her. I’ll write back to her tonight.” “Oh, don’t be afraid Kitty. You’ll make a fine dance instructor. I’d best get back to the kitchen though.”
“Are you staying the night?” “Yeah. I’ve gotta let the Jarl recharge his batteries.” “Oh, is that what you call them?” Kitty joked as Muz-Ra left the room.
“Now,” Kitty mused to herself, “Let’s see what this book is all about. Ah… here it is. ‘Lorna the Bard – Book 1’”
She lay back down on her bed and began to read.
A few pages in and she sat up to get more comfortable. A few pages more and she realized she was touching herself.
“Oh my!” she said aloud, realizing what she was doing. She looked at the book again and set it on the table. She debated if she should go on reading it or not. “If I do, I’d better lock the door first!” Then she thought of Mikael. He’d be working tonight, but he did ask her to visit him as soon as she got settled in. Instead of locking the door, she pocketed the book in the ubiquitous magical inventory that all residents of Tamriel inherently possessed and headed out to find Ubergard.
She found the giantess with K’rris outside by the ‘lover’s tree’ as Kitty had named it. They both stood up immediately as she came upon them, giving Kitty the idea that they had been doing something embarrassing. “Oh, hi K’rris. Say, Ubergard. I’m thinking of going to the Bannered Mare tonight. Want to come along?” Ubergard looked at K’rris, who nodded happily. “We’d be glad to! We’re… kinda going to go on a date.” “You two?” Kitty asked, incredulous. “On a date!?” “Well yes.” Ubergard stated. “You got a problem with that?” “Oh no! Not me! I just… well. I had no idea…” “Hey, it’s just a date. Don’t go making some big deal about it.” “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“And Kitty…” “Yes?” “Don’t tell Red. We don’t need her brand of ‘advice’ just yet.” Kitty mimed locking her mouth and tossing a key away. “Not me!” “Too late,” Muz-Ra laughed, walking around a corner.
“Now, don’t worry about me. Just because I’m an expert in the field of intimate bliss, I won’t offer any of my ‘advice’. Have a good time. But if ever you have any questions or need inspiration…” K’rris spoke up, interrupting her. “…we’ll figure it out between ourselves, thank you very much!” Muz-Ra considered that, as if pondering the thought. “Yes,” she concluded. “You’re right. You may not get it right at first, but experimentation is always more fun that just being told the right way to do things by a subject matter authority.” “RED! We’re just going on a date! Unlike some people, we’re not going to jump in the sack tonight!” “Ubergard, I’m offended. I’ll have you know I waited a week before the Jarl and I jumped into the sack!” “As I recall, that wasn’t your preference.” “Yeah, well. Still…”
Ubergard turned back to K’rris. “Let’s go back to checking the ramparts, K’rris.” As they were heading back inside, Muz-Ra shouted after them. “JUST ONE THING K’RRIS!” “YES RED?” K’rris called back. “DON’T NEGLECT THE CLITORIS!”
THE END OF CATDANCE From the author: …ending with words of wisdom throughout the ages across all times and places from Muz-Ra! And now a bit of a hiatus for Thanksgiving and perhaps a bit of adjustment to the Khajiit and Argonian textures before the next story starts.

CatDance #39 (Epilogue 1)

That evening, after much scrubbing, cleaning and carting of water, Ubergard met K’rris alone outside on the balcony. “Thanks for coming up K’rris. I’ve been wanting to talk to you privately.” “Of course, Ubergard. What can I do for you?” “It’s about Udaran.“ “Udaran? What about her?”
“I understand you like her. A lot.” K’rris sighed. “Oh. That… I do. A lot. But she has no interest in me. I think she likes me fine, but that’s all. We get along too but, it’s kinda hard.” Ubergard looked at him. “I know it is, K’rris. I know it is.”
“Why do you ask?” “You know, I’ve never been been very good with people. I know more about how to take their heads off than how to win their affection.” K’rris stayed silent, not sure what to make of this from Ubergard’s normally stoic demeanor.
“K’rris, I’ve learned a lot on this trip about myself. K’rris…” “Yes?” “K’rris. I like you. A lot.” K’rris looked at her, uncomprehending. “Well, thank you Ubergard. And I, you. But I don’t understand what that has to do with Udaran.” “Oh for god’s sake K’rris. Do I have to spell it out for you clearer than that? K’rris, I want to be your lover. I LIKE you!”
Understanding dawned slowly on the Khajiit. “Me? You like me?” Ubergard laughed at him. “Yes, dammit! You! But this whole Udaran thing has me stuck. Do you think you could ever get over her? Do you think I… might be… of interest to you?”
K’rris’s mind swam. “I don’t know Ubergard! I’ve never had anyone interested in me before.” “And this,” she said, indicating the scars that would be there for the rest of her life. “Do they bother you?” K’rris scoffed at that. “Uber, I’m a warrior. Scars are an aphrodisiac! You know that. You’re a warrior too.”
“Well, I had to ask. Udaran certainly doesn’t have any scars! But as for never having had someone interested in you, I am surprised. But you have one now. And I should warn you, I’m used to getting my way K’rris. But don’t panic. Let’s go on a date sometime. What do you say?”
“I’ve never been asked on a date before either. Of course Ubergard! I’d love go out with you! But… are we… compatible? I mean… physically? I don’t know much really about Argonians. Hell, I don’t really know that much about females in general, despite having worked in a Khajiit brothel. We didn’t really… fraternize.” Ubergard shrugged her massive shoulders, while other massive things bounced in firm but pliant accord, which K’rris really noticed for the first time. Bounced… interestingly! “Who knows? But it’ll be fun to find out! And remember, I’ve seen you in the hot tub. I don’t expect any real problems there. If you’re willing to learn, so am I.” she smiled. “But for now, how about a little sparring practice? Let’s get this damn romantic stuff off our minds! Plenty of time for that later.”
And for the first time, K’rris watched the giant Argonian’s movements with more than just martial interest. “Me?” he thought. “She likes me?”
For her part, Ubergard noticed the distracted way K’rris parried her practice blows. He was quite good, and they’d long been sparring with their preferred weapons rather than blunted replacements, relying on the other to pull his attack at the last second. But this time it was as if he were trying his best, but his mind was on different things. “I’ll have to work that out of him,” she thought. “A good guard can’t be distracted by such things,” she thought as she leapt unexpectedly into the air to deliver a kick rather than her blade. As she expected, he was watching other parts of her rather than her foot and he received it without grace.

CatDance #38

When Mikael finally emerged from the room, Kitty noticed he seemed to be a bit bleary eyed and guessed he didn’t sleep well, but Ubergard was in good spirits so they left the Moorside Inn and began the trek across the mountains. The bracing wind of the pass seemed to fully awaken Mikael and he was back to his former self by the time they were over and back on the road to Whiterun and Castle Kitty.
Ubergard was unusually talkative, at least for her, as she explained what Helfer had said while they were both frozen back at Dragon Bridge. “From what she said, she had seen me in the dark and thought I was her former master, come to exact a more permanent punishment on her. So she instinctively Shouted a force command at me which hurled me from the mountain.” “It must have been very dark,” Mikael commented, “if she mistook you for a male!”
Kitty asked, “And you don’t remember any of that?” “Not a thing. Maybe the knock I got on my head that left these scars had something to do with it. But she must have recognized I wasn’t him at some point since she climbed down to check on me afterwards.” “But chose not to tell us what happened. Still, she did stay with you while you were unconscious, knowing you might remember it,” Mikael pointed out. “And she certainly was concerned for your well-being.”
Ubergard nodded. “Yes. She’s still a mystery. Not exactly evil, just…” Kitty suggested, “Broken, I think.” “Yes. Broken.”
Later, Kitty finally saw the distant outline of Castle Kitty and smiled broadly. “Home!” “Yes. It will be good to get back and see what has been going on while we’ve been gone,” Ubergard agreed. Mikael just sighed.
“What?” Kitty asked. “Aren’t you glad to be getting back?” Mikael looked at her seriously. “I’ll miss having you around every morning.” Kitty laughed, “And every night!” Mikael didn’t return the laugh and she stopped and kissed him. “Let the future worry about itself, Mikael. Who knows what it may bring? I’m not going anywhere.”
That seemed to cheer him up somewhat. “True. And neither am I Kitty. I know you’ll be busy for a few days getting things back together, but come by the tavern when you can.” Kitty hugged him again. “I will. I promise. Just give me a couple of days and I’ll see you then. Want to stop in for a bit before you go back to Whiterun?” “I don’t think so, but thanks anyway.”
A little while later, Mikael turned to head back to Whiterun itself while Kitty and Ubergard continued on to the castle.
They were greeted by K’rris, Udaran and Cheetah at the outer steps. “Welcome back Kitty! Uber!” Cheetah called, jumping up on Kitty and giving her a fierce hug. “Oh my God! Uber! What happened to your face?” Udaran asked, noticing the still livid scars on one side. “Long story, Udaran. But I’m alright.”
“What happened?” K’rris asked as they approached the castle door. “I fell off a mountain basically, but as I said, it’s a long story. We’ll tell you later.” “Um… one thing, Kitty…” stammered Udaran in an unusually hesitant voice. “Yes?” “We… had a little accident while you were gone,” Udaran stated as they went inside.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SMELL?!” Kitty demanded immediately upon entering the castle. “That…” Cheetah laughed, “is Udaran’s cooking.” Kitty looked at the embarrassed Udaran questioningly, while K’rris looked pointedly elsewhere and Cheetah just smiled at her. “Well, see, Red has been at the Jarl’s practically all the time, so I thought I’d give it a try…” “Okay… so…?” “Apparently you don’t make bread by cooking flour over an open flame it seems,” Udaran explained.
“And you don’t try to put out the fire with oil either!” Cheetah added helpfully. “Well, how was I to know that oil burns?” “ DUHHH!” “When was this?” Kitty interrupted. Udaran’s eyes began to well up with tears, very uncharacteristically. “Yesterday. I’ve been trying to clean it up ever since. I’m sorry Kitty! I didn’t know any better. I don’t know how to cook.”
Kitty assured her, “It’s okay Udie. It’s okay.” “You won’t kick me out?” “Don’t be silly. K’rris, go fetch us some water and soap. A lot of it. And as many rags as you can find. We’ll all get to work on it…” Kitty commanded, looking at Cheetah menacingly.

CatDance #36

In the end, Ubergard found Kitty and Mikael waiting for her at the edge of the town of Morthal. As she approached, Kitty spoke first the obvious question. “So… did you find Helfer? Was she…” “I found her,” said the Argonian. “She was hurt but still alive some way down the river. But before you ask, no. I didn’t kill her, though had I caught her on the bridge I would have. But when I saw her laying there, injured and afraid, I couldn’t do it.”
The three walked into town towards the Moorside Inn as Ubergard continued. “I’m not some impartial judge here, you know. Helfer is a broken person… and a murderer. You didn’t hear the story she told me when you were both frozen, and I won’t repeat it now. But she has killed before. But still, I was also responsible in a way. I hurt her badly. Like a wild beast when injured, she lashed out in any way she could.” “What did you do?” Kitty asked. “I… gave her a healing potion. It’s not going to fix her voice, but it will keep her alive. But I feel sure that she’s lost the power to Shout for good.”
“Well, that’s a relief anyway. Do you think she might follow you? Still be a threat?” Mikael asked, still concerned for Kitty’s safety. “I don’t think so. I think I understand her better. When she had her Shouting ability, she felt that she was somehow worthy enough for my love. Without it, she would not presume to be my equal. So no, I don’t think we’ll ever see her again.” “What will happen to her, do you think?” Kitty asked. Ubergard pondered this as they approached the door to the Inn. “She’s resourceful. She’s a survivor. And, frankly, she’s got a body that anyone would envy and she’s not afraid to use it. She’ll be fine. I think.”
In the tavern, the orc bard Lurbuk was ‘singing’ again. Kitty noticed that no one was there save the owner, Jonna. However, the singing stopped when they entered. Kitty went to her at the bar and requested a room for the night, which Jonna was more than happy to supply. Ubergard excused herself after that and retired early for the night while Jonna sat with Kitty and Mikael at a table to talk.
“So, how’d it go in Solitude? Y’all seem pretty down,” Jonna asked Mikael. “Not because of the College. But it’s a long story. You remember the other Khajiit that came in with us?” “Helfer? Sure. Kinda weird though.” Mikael nodded. “That’s the one. Let’s just say we had a falling out with her. Should she ever come back around though, just be aware she can be… dangerous.”
Jonna nodded, “Ah. Gotcha. But the College?” “Oh, that went better than expected actually. Kitty here is now officially a Master of Dance and can teach students of the art from her home near Whiterun.” “REALLY?! Well, you oughtta be proud, Kitty.” “I am! I’m just kind of coming to grips with it really. But looking forward to it.”
“You sure did a great job with Helfer,” Mikael reminded her. “She was keeping up with you at the ‘Skeever after just a day of practice.” Kitty looked a bit wistful. “If only… she was a model student. Of course, being a Khajiit doesn’t hurt either. We’re pretty good at stuff like that you know. Had she been different, I’d have suggested she train as a Bard herself.”
Kitty then changed the subject. Speaking in a low tone, she asked, “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you something Mikael…” She then nodded towards Lurbuk. “Not meaning to be offensive, but… how did Lurbuk graduate as a bard? I mean… really, he’s pretty bad.” Mikael smiled. “Oh, I know. And so does the College. But he’s the first ever Orc graduate. He was there for four years, and no matter how bad he was, he stuck with it. I think they finally just gave up and gave him the diploma. For his dedication if not for his talent. Besides, he IS the best Orc bard they’ve ever had.” Jonna laughed. “He’s the only Orc bard they’ve ever had!”
“Then why do you keep him here? You surely could hire better if you really wanted to.” Jonna sighed, looking at the Orc. “First, you’d be surprised how cheap he is. This place is so dead, I couldn’t afford anyone else. Second, he’s kinda a legend anyway. Folks actually do come in just to see him. Don’t stay long mind you, but at least they come to see the lunk. And finally… he’s kinda cute. Has an enormous penis too!”
Kitty looked startled. “You and Lurbuk?!” Jonna laughed. “Me? Oh no. I couldn’t handle it if I wanted to. He’d split me in two, though what a way to go! But when you hang out with a guy as long as he’s been here… Well, maybe once or twice when I was really drunk… Ain’t no other Orcs around you know. And he tries SO hard to be a Bard. A little pity-fondling surely can’t hurt. He knows better than to take it seriously. I make damn sure of that. But even Lurbuk needs a little somethin’ every once in a while.” Looking at Mikael she added, “Plus it’s not like there’s any other men around here I’m interested in.”
Mikael looked to the Orc who was busy scrawling something meant to be music onto a parchment on the floor, then back to Jonna and affected a disgusted look. “Hey!” she rose in protest. “Don’t give me that look. You’ve got your furry pussy here – no offense intended Kitty. I’ve got my dopey Orc but hung like a horse. We all got our kinks.” “Well I think it’s sort of sweet,” Kitty interjected.

CatDance #35

Helfer looked away, but nodded as Ubergard turned to go. “At least she didn’t try to take my blade,” Ubergard thought and looked back as she saw Helfer drink the healing potion. Then the Argonian turned back and returned the way she had come.
For her part, Helfer was not immune to the kindness Ubergard had shown her. The potion stopped the bleeding and the pain, but it did not restore her voice, though months later she would manage to regain a raspy imitation of it. Enough to communicate with, but she would never again Shout. But for now, as she watched the Argonian retreat and cross the stream, she regretted much that she had done.
But above all, she regretted that she had lost her sting. She was nothing now. She was an ant, and would be stepped on by the first person bigger than herself. With it, she could dream of equality with such as Ubergod. She could not do magic, above the very basest of spells. She could no longer Shout. She could never hope to match the Argonian physically – not with the most intensive training imaginable, even if she could find some way to obtain it. No, Ubergod was beyond her wildest dreams now, ant that she was.
She wept until she could weep no more as she watched Ubergard until the Argonian was out of sight. Then finally hunger brought her back to more practical matters.
She still had some skills, distasteful though they were to most. But fortunately for her, her own upbringing left no moral taint for whatever means to survive she had left. Surely in the town beside the bridge there was someone who needed… companionship. She began the walk back there. She would need to communicate somehow. She knew no letters. It would be difficult. But she still had her body, and it could speak for her until she found a better way.
And as she walked, a new idea sparked in her head. The bow. The arrow. Those were stings of a sort. A sort she could learn to use. It might take years, for she would have to become very good at them. But it was hope. A slight smile rose on her lips. “Maybe someday,” she thought. “We may meet again, Ubergod. And maybe in time, you will love Helfer… or… not.”
She bore Ubergard no malice in her mad heart. Without a sting, she could not expect the giantess to love her. There could be no love, no respect, without something to equalize their stature. Perhaps archery or something similar could fill that void. And perhaps she would forget Ubergard someday. Maybe she would never rise to that level of ability. But she had hope again, and with hope there was a reason to live.
Crouching to spy out the village, she saw a man working in the mill. He did not look friendly, but he did look single. And strong. Large. She cared not if he was male or female. She had skills to please either. But his bulk was… inviting. She would soon find out what he thought about female Khajiits.
Since she couldn’t speak, she decided to leave her robe off and let her body do her talking. She was still damp, with mud and blood still clinging to her. She mentally became a stranger, nearly drowned as she had been swept over the waterfall, her voice lost by the accident.
Oh yes, it would be a hard man indeed to not be kind to such as her. As she approached, she waved to the man to catch his attention. And she began to limp…

CatDance #34

Kitty stood beside Ubergard, looking at the rushing water below. “She jumped over! What happened?” Instead of answering, Ubergard watched the water for a long time until, satisfied that Helfer was not going to reappear below, Ubergard explained briefly. Then both went to Mikael. A prick from her blade and he too fell to the ground but was soon back on his feet and asking questions.
“She is gone, but I do not know if she lives or not. She planned on forcing me to drop you over the bridge in frozen state, to lie on the bottom of the river forever.” “Force YOU? How could she do that?” Kitty asked, disbelievingly. “Another Shout. Some sort of Compel Shout. I could not break it, but I was able to use VirginDruung to break your frozen spell. It is magical, so I thought it might work.” “Good thing! Otherwise…” “Otherwise you’d be laying at the bottom of the river and I’d be trying to get to you. If I survived Helfer’s plans for me that is. But I have no idea what those were.”
“But, if she cast the freeze Shout on you, how did you break free?” Ubergard looked down at her armor. “It did not work. My armor prevents cold from reaching me remember. I had no idea if it could withstand a Shout, but I had little choice. I just acted frozen until she ran past. Then I threw VirginDruung at her. I didn’t have time for anything else. The handle broke her throat in some way. She could no longer Shout.” “Damned good throw, Ubergard!” Mikael praised her. “You credit me too much, Mikael. It was a damned poor throw. I intended to cut off her head,” Ubergard said, returning to the side of the bridge and looking further downstream.
“Do you think she survived?” Ubergard shrugged. “No idea. Probably not. Why don’t you two go on ahead. I’m going to scout out downstream. We don’t want her following us. Ever.” Mikael looked at Kitty, both nodding approval. “If we don’t see you before then, we’ll meet you at the inn in Morthal,” Mikael suggested. “The Moorside Inn,” Ubergard confirmed. “I’ll meet you there.“
Kitty and Mikael continued on towards Morthal while Ubergard began following the river downstream, determined not to allow Helfer to escape if she still survived.
As the banks became smoother and it’s speed dwindled, she spotted a figure on the far bank. Pathetic now, it lay gasping and dripping mud and blood from it’s mouth. Helfer did not see her as she crossed the river until she was almost upon the wretched Khajiit.
Helfer did manage to crawl a few feet away before she realized the futility of any escape in her current state and resigned herself to the inevitable.
She then sat back, her throat laid bare for the stroke and a look of sad acceptance on her face as she closed her eyes tightly. Ubergard’s fury turned to pity at the creature on the ground in front of her now. She lowered her blade and knelt as Helfer waited, still coughing blood sporadically. "I cannot do it, Helfer. Here. Take this.”
Helfer opened her eyes and accepted a small red vial from Ubergard. Tears began streaming from her eyes now but otherwise she remained silent. Whether the vial contained the healing potion it appeared to, or a nasty poison, she accepted it from the giant Argonian as her fate.
“You are a murderer, Helfer, and would have done so again. But your life has been a hard one. I cannot be the person who ends it.” Helfer looked up at her with something in her eyes that still looked like love to Ubergard. The Argonian bent to kiss the Khajiit. “I am sorry I can do no better, Helfer. This may not restore your voice. But it will keep you alive. Do not follow me. I will have to kill you. But you can make a new life here in Skyrim. You can forget what you were, what you have done. Worse people than you have managed that.”

CatDance #33

From a few steps away, Helfer called. “Alright, Ubergod. Now drop her over.” Try as she might, Ubergard could not resist the command and began walking to the bridge’s raised wall with her inert burden. But as she turned, she turned a little sharply and felt the edge of her blade touch Kitty’s thigh.
The magical blade, always honed to a razor’s edge, did no more than nick the black latex, but the reaction was instant. Kitty’s form dropped from Ubergard’s hands, suddenly unfrozen as Kitty blinked at the sudden change. Ubergard knew she had only a second to get Kitty moving as she felt the compelling force to grab for the Khajiit and complete Helfer’s command. But she was not compelled to remain silent. “KITTY! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE – NOW!”
Kitty ran. On all fours it was only an instant before she was out of Helfer’s sight over the peak of the bridge. Helfer spat and Shouted again, this time at Ubergard to freeze her. “LIZ! SLEN! NUS!”
Ubergard froze as Helfer raced past her a few paces to the peak of the arch, Kitty now clearly visible running down the other side of the bridge.
“LIZ!”
“SLEN!”
Suddenly Helfer sensed movement behind her and turned around instinctively. “CRACK”
Not having time to get within striking range, Ubergard had thrown her blade with all her strength, the blade spinning horizontally. The handle caught Helfer viciously in the throat and silenced her, bones cracking and vocal cords snapping.
She fell to the ground, spitting blood. Ubergard got up and advanced on her, murder clearly on her mind. The Khajiit was helpless now as she looked around desperately for something to help, but nothing appeared. She could not outrun Ubergard in her current state, she could not shout, and worst of all, she had no time.
Ubergard was steps away now. Helfer had one frantic moment of fear as she knew what she had to do. It was that or have this berserk Argonian throttle the life out of her. She took the only exit she could see. She ran and leapt off the bridge.
UUbergard watched her fall till she hit the water and was out of sight. From to her right, she heard Kitty calling as she returned, but Ubergard could not make out the words over the nearby noise from the waterfall.

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