If anyone’s still following this…

I’m starting a new series here:

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I don’t EXPECT to be doing any crossover stuff with TotK, but you never know what the future may bring.

The Quest for the Holy Dildo #17

When Sampson finally caught up with Devilah, he was surprised to find her laughing and at first was concerned about her sanity. “Devilah? Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he? I swear I’ll kill that giant lizard if he’s hurt you!” Devilah’s laughter finally subsided at that thought. “Oh my god Sampson! Did you see that thing?!” “The dragon?” “His penis! It was huge!”
“Oh… that. I saw it.” The succubus’ laughter returned. “Aww. Are you feeling inadequate now? I don’t mean to offend you but men are so stupid sometimes. Surely even you must have been impressed!” The two resumed walking back to High Hrothgar at a normal pace. “Well… it was… kinda weird shaped.” “Ha! Have you seen some Argonians? Now those things can get downright strange!” Sampson frowned. “No, Devilah. In fact I haven’t seen an Argonian penis.”
“Oh. Sorry… But you have to understand Sampson. That thing… It’s like a fantasy of mine! And then when he had me pinned under him…” “You sure didn’t look like you were fantasizing when you were running away!” “Hell no! I was scared to death! To have something that out of control lusting for you. Maybe you have to be female to understand. It’s frightening, but… kinda hot.” “Oh gods, are you going to be thinking of dragon penis when I’m fucking you tonight?” Sampson said though his chuckling belied the pretended outrage. “Maaaaaybe.” Devilah teased.
“Oh yeah? Well maybe I’lll be thinking of blonde pubic hair!” “Silly man, you can’t play that game with me. But I don’t mind you trying. Trouble is, I might be thinking of blonde pubic hair too!” “Speaking of which,” Faniel said, her unexpected voice causing even Devilah to yelp a little. “ Faniel! How long have you been back there?” she demanded once she’d recovered from the surprise. “Since I got here,” Faniel responded with a look of confusion.
“Well, anyway, I’m sorry about all that up there. We didn’t mean any harm,” Devilah apologized. “That reminds me, Paarthurnax also wanted to apologize to you. I think he was just feeling exceptionally horny and had no outlet for it, so he sort of took it out on you.” The three continued on until they came in sight of High Hrothgar, though no one was outside. “Devilah, do you think you or Sampson could do me a favor tonight? Before your show I mean?” “Anything Faniel. What can we do for you?”
“I think I’d like to shave.” “Your pubes? Why?” “It just seems like everyone comments on it. It’s obvious that it is not the norm. So I think I’d like to shave. I mean, it will grow back if I don’t like it, right?” “Too soon, as I understand it. I’ve never done it myself, but then I don’t exactly have pubic hair. I’m thinking the job might be a little too intimate for Sampson though.” “Oh? I doubt that. He looks at my pussy so often, I’m sure he knows it better than you Devilah.” Devilah looked at the big man, who just shrugged innocently. “I can’t help it Dev. You know me!”
“I do know you. And I know you’d love to help her out. Well guess what? You’ve been the best boyfriend a Succubus can have, Sampson. I would love you to do this for Faniel. And, I suspect, it will inspire you to even greater lovemaking during our show.” “Really? You won’t mind?” Sampson blurted out a little too eagerly, but Devilah only laughed and hugged him close. “Sampson, I know men. You’d all own a harem if you possibly could get away with it. But you won’t because you’re in love with me and in your mind having sex with another is a betrayal of that. And I know you. You would never betray me because you feel that way. If I can let you have this little bit of fun with another female and you won’t feel you’ve done something wrong, it will make me feel so much better about my… needs. But I get to watch!”
“Watch Sampson shave me? Why would you want to do that?” Faniel asked, not comprehending. “To put it bluntly, you turn me on too Faniel. I’ve had female lovers before, you know. Sampson killed one of them. So you see, you have a beautiful body to my eyes as well as his!”
Faniel looked down at herself and smiled. “Yes… yes, I do, don’t I? I guess you’re not the only one that can make people horny Devilah! I think maybe I was a little jealous of you with Paarthurnax. You know, he will be my lover in another universe someday. But you caused him to get erect. I think I understand a little bit of what this jealousy is like. It feels wrong though. I don’t like the feeling. Sampson, do you think you will get erect by shaving me?” Both Devilah and Faniel looked at Sampson expectantly, the former with a look of restrained humor, the latter with honest innocence. “Faniel, I’m horny just talking about it if you must know. Yes, that won’t be a problem.”
“Then we’ll be even Devilah. It does make me feel better – though even that seems somehow wrong too. It is so much easier to figure out right and wrong when you’re a sexless angel. I really don’t know how you manage it down here.” “We don’t,” the hero said as they reached the door of High Hrothgar. “We screw it up all the time. And spend years apologizing. Someday you should ask your boss if he could simplify things somehow.” “I might just do that,” Faniel agreed, and stepped within the doorway to High Hrothgar.

Krris story completed.

I’ve just completed the next story. It is 100% sexual in nature. I mean, just in-your-face sex. All I can say is I’ll try – as much as possible – to restrain myself and keep it at least as classy as a furry sex story can be.

Yeah – is that even possible?

I did set this as NSFW didn’t I? I sure hope so!

I’m still doing some Photoshopping of Prequel sketches, and I know this is yet another promise of a promise. But I actually have the whole thing written. It will be unusually short – probably about 10 posts – but still a necessary progression to finish all the shipping necessary. Poor Ubergard’s been alone too long, and that batshit-crazy Khajiit woman doesn’t count.

The story after this, I think, needs to be tragic though. I won’t say who or how, but it’s time, I’m afraid, to break up a pairing after this. It also will involve the return of Sampson, Devilah and Angel (sorry, even I forgot her name again!) into the main character’s story. But that’s AFTER HappySex story, so don’t get depressed yet! I’ll be starting on the screenshots and get a post up This Week. I make this vow here before God and all of you. I WILL get a post up within the next week. (Sometimes you gotta do stuff like this to force yourself you know!)

That picture of Katiawoman in Latex can wait, BD. This is YOUR opus, not someone else’s!

Sampson and Devilah #14 pt. 1

“Ok, Sampson. You have me now. I am helpless. If you absolutely insist on killing me, you can do so. But know that if you do, you are killing an innocent person.”
“I…” Sampson stammered. “But… I have to! It’s my quest! I have to complete it.” “If you took out the Dark Brotherhood, I’d say you already have,” Muz-Ra said, coming out from the dining area. “Oh, he definitely got rid of them!” Devilah said, brushing crumbs off her breasts as she followed.
“Then you’re done. You’ve been done for days. Your quest is over. Your vow is complete!” Kitty implored. “No! Your glamour is wasted. Die now BLACK CAT!” And with that battle cry, Sword swung in a fast arc at waist level, impossible to duck or jump over. Kitty had just enough time to realize what was happening before the blade struck her square in the chest.
“ NO!!!” cried Muz-Ra, far too late. “ SAMPSON! STOP!” cried Devilah, just as late.
And the sword…
…bounced off.
His hands expecting the thunk of metal on flesh, Sampson was unprepared for the immediate and complete cessation of movement as Sword seemed to strike hardened steel. The reaction threw Sword completely out of his hands as it clattered to the stone floor. Momentarily the scene was frozen as Kitty looked down, prepared to see the horror of a blade deep in her torso.
Both Muz-Ra and Devilah were trying to comprehend what they were seeing and Sampson stood stunned, looking at the sword now uselessly resting on the floor and glowing a bright blue.
“What the hell?” came from all four simultaneously. Sampson looked at Kitty. Kitty looked at Sampson, then shrugged. “Really? You didn’t do that?”
“Not me! I thought I was dead!” As the glow began to fade from the blade, Devilah was the only one who could understand what had happened…

Sampson and Devilah #8

Ubergard was standing over her when Kitty’s eyes opened the next morning. “Yes? What is it Uber?” “You have a visitor.” “This early?” “It’s Mrs. FarSeer. She seems to have something urgent to tell you.” “Shabhira? I haven’t seen her since… Oh for god’s sake Ubergard, I’m no princess that needs you to guard her bedroom door. Send her in!”
“What is it Shabhira, is something wrong with FarSeer?” “No Kitty, nothing like that. But last night two strangers came to the cabin. One a huge human warrior in steel plate armor. His servant was a Khajiit female. They’re looking for you Kitty. They mean to kill you!” “WHAT? For heaven’s sake, WHY?” “They mentioned the Dark Brotherhood. They think you’re one of them. Apparently they think you’re WORSE than them. The big one, Sampson, says he killed the whole lot and he found something that mentioned you and the Tails there. I think I may have bought you a day or two; I sent them to Markarth. But he’ll figure it out soon enough. Actually, he probably won’t, but SHE will. His partner looks… sharp. And he thinks you’re the last one. Kitty, what is he talking about? I’ve never asked you anything about your past, but… the Dark Brotherhood?”
Kitty looked away, thinking for a moment. Then turned back to the messenger. “Ubergard, can you round up Red for me? I think we all need to talk. We’ll be in the dining area off the main hall.” “Certainly. We’ll be there in 10 minutes,” Ubergard replied and left the room with a worried expression. “Damn. I guess it couldn’t stay secret forever,” Kitty sighed as she got her clothes out of the drawer.
All were gathered around the table shortly afterwards. “Girls, I have to tell you a story. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it short. But it seems my past is coming back to haunt me. Actually to be precise, coming back to kill me.” “What? YOU? Why?” asked Muz-Ra. “Shabhira, tell them what you told me.”
When she had finished, Kitty continued, “So it looks like some sort of Hero has decided to go on the warpath against the Dark Brotherhood. If his story is to be believed, he’s alrady wiped them out. For my part, I say ‘good riddance!’. But he’s apparently linked me to them and thinks I’m the worst of the lot. He’s on his way here, and if he really killed all the Dark Brotherhood, he’s formidable.” “But Kitty, surely you weren’t…” “I was, Red.”
“An assassin? Kitty, I’m sorry, but if that is so I must tender my resignation immediately. I cannot abide any association with assassins,” Ubergard responded with a resolute stance.
“I understand, and will accept Uber. But at least let me finish first. I was a member of the Dark Brotherhood. For about a month. I’ve always been very good at stealth and I was hoping they could teach me more. I lied to get into the group, but no one leaves the Dark Brotherhood. I did learn a bit more, but I was already better than they were anyway. Then they wanted me to go on an assignment. They sent me out with another assassin as training, but I knew I’d never murder anyone like that. Instead, I foiled the planned assassination and ran away. I’ve been running ever since. Fat lot of good it did, their target was killed the next night anyway.” “So, you never actually…” “No. And it was stupid. But I was young and going through a Goth phase. I thought it would be cool. I was very, very wrong.”
“But how would the Brotherhood have connected you with the Tails?” Muz-Ra asked. “I have no idea. But it doesn’t matter how or why, the fact is that these two are coming, and they’re not going to stop.” “What are you going to do?” “I could run, I suppose. But it was so much easier to do when I didn’t have any friends. Now… I don’t think I want to do that.”
“You could appeal to the Jarl. Have him send guards?” suggested Ubergard. “And have him fight the man who eliminated the Dark Brotherhood? Against a Khajiit who admittedly was a member? If he knew that, the Jarl would probably send guards to protect HIM!” “Good point. And you’re probably right. H has made serious inroads into the bigotry here in Whiterun, but THIS would turn that all around. H can’t help either or his whole operation would be at risk.”
“No, I’ve either got to run, or stand my ground and hope I can reason with him.” “I’ll stand with you, Kitty. I’ve known you long enough, I know you’re no assassin,” Muz-Ra said with a determined smile. “Me too Kitty. After all you did for me, I will do what I can. I’m going to spend the day gathering some ingredients. I have some… interesting things to make,” Shabhira decided. “And what about you, Ubergard? I’ll understand if you want to resign.” “I’m leaving,” said the giantess, turning and walking away.

Sampson and Devilah #7

Meanwhile, Sampson and Devilah had made camp just off the road to Markarth… “A castle. We must be cautious when we get there. The fiend will have minions. They always do.” “I’m sure they do. Say, it’s kind of cold out here. Can I snuggle in with you just for tonight?” “Devilah, how many times must I tell you? My vow is inviolate. I know how much you want to thank me for my kindness, but it will have to wait. It’s a pity you have such sensitive fur that you can’t wear something warmer. Now go to sleep, we must get an early start in the morning.” Devilah sighed. “Alright. Well, goodnight master.”
Soon Devilah heard his heavy breathing and rose from her mat and sat before the fire. “You there?” “Eternally,” said a small voice from within the flames. “No luck yet. He’s killed all the Brotherhood but still insists on his vow.” “The vow of his kind is a hard thing to break.” “He’s a clod, but he’s my clod. How’s things down there?”
“The Master is still busy in Cyrodil. But the Good/Evil meter for Skyrim swung even farther to the Good today It’s only a matter of time before he notices, Devilah.” “Damn. I’m going to get in trouble aren’t I?” “I’ve told you that from the beginning! Look, Sweet, you know I’m fond of you. But I’m beginning to question your allegiance. Your pursuit of this ‘clod’ has caused far more Good than Evil. I just don’t think you’re looking at the big picture.”
“You don’t really think I’m going to abandon him NOW do you? He must be so pent up he’s about to burst! Besides, how Evil do you think this Black Cat person can possibly be? The loss of one more surely won’t make any difference.” “Now that you mention it, I’ve looked her up. She’s not even IN the Evil column! He’s chasing a Good!”
“Well, there you go. If he kills her, that can only help bolster my case, right?” “I suppose. But I’m still worried about that Sword. It’s blurred in my sight. It must be enchanted in some way, and we still don’t know what that is.” “Seems normal enough to me. Cut through those assassins like butter!” “Even so… Be careful Devilah. Your personal meter seems to be swinging awfully close to Good too. Your actions have resulted in Net Good all across Skyrim you know!”
“That’s why I’m up here and you’re down there. I just need a little more time. We’ll find this Black Cat and then he will succumb.” “For your sake, I hope so. I wouldn’t want to have to subject you to an Intervention.” “ That is not in my plan. Now go back to your meters. I’ll be in touch again as soon as I can. Devilah out.”
The cat returned to her mat and pulled an intriguingly shaped instrument from it. Thumbing a recessed button on the base, it began to hum. She looked towards the sleeping hulk and then back to the device and considered. Then she passed a hand over the device and it grew a bit larger. “Looks like it’s just you and me again tonight, Mr. Sparky. Don’t let me down!”
“Oh Sampson, Oh SAMPSON!” she cried some time later, though the object of her passion only shifted and grunted before turning over in his sleep.
>Suddenly the instrument went silent. “What? Now?! NO! Not now! I was almost there!” she cried, shaking it with all her might. The plastic simulacrum gave a final hum and stopped again. “Oh goddammit. My last battery too. There’ll be no more of those in this plane!”
Devilah looked at the big man, now snoring heavily, as she lay back down. Though she would have said it was impossible, in fact a very small – almost microscopic – tear fell from her eye.

Sampson and Devilah #6

“What about your husband?” asked the brave vigilante, shivering not from cold but embarrassment before the fire in nature’s finest attire after his Ointment ordeal. “Oh, he won’t mind. He’s been through that before. You’re lucky though, he got the full dose! That trap you sprang just releases a focused spray. Your armor should even be fine after another hour’s soak. Now you just sit there and let that ointment do it’s job.” “Traps. I’m… not very good at traps.” “So I saw. You know, you’re quite a specimen for a human, Mr. Sampson.” “ Hey!” Sampson shouted and closed his legs.
“Thickheaded, but in more ways than one,” suggested Devilah in a whisper. “So I also saw,” smiled Shabhira. “You’re a lucky girl!” “Someday,” said Devilah with a wistful glance at her man, “…someday”. “Oh, it’s like that is it?” Devilah nodded.
“Well, so tell me, what’s this quest you’re on. Who is this Black Cat?” “Ah, my nemesis. She is a demon, rejected even by the Dark Brotherhood. A purveyor of evil. Who knows how many lives she has snuffed out? I seek to rid the earth of her foul life!” “I see… and where are you going to find her?” “A haunt known as the Tails of the Khajiit, where she hides in plain sight. She now goes by the appellation ‘Kitty’.”
“We met a man who has seen her,” Sampson went on, “and lucky he is that he escaped with his life. She even had the audacity to pose for the smut rag openly! Oh her countenance and pride in her misdeeds will soon see an end!” “I seem to recall you were particularly affronted by that picture of her rear. You seemed to study it quite closely,” Devilah noted. “I’ve committed that heinous image to memory. When I find her, no disguise shall deceive me.” “Not if you see her from behind I guess.”
Meanwhile Shabhira’s mind was racing furiously behind her calm exterior. “Ah, yes. Perhaps I can help you! This… Kitty. She left the Tails some time ago as I understand. My poor husband had the misfortune of meeting her before he met me. I understand she now lives in a castle near Markarth. I’m sure if you go there, they’ll know how to direct you to her. She only just arrived recently and the new owner of a castle isn’t likely to go unnoticed!”
“Ma’am, you are a delight! But now I must be off! Come Devilah, there’s no time to waste! Oh, but I have no coin to pay you with for your helpful information. Perhaps, Devilah, you would like to do her a favor as you have so many others?” Devilah looked to her fellow female Khajiit, “I… don’t think she’d be interested.” “Then let us be off!” said the hero, striking his best heroic pose. The Black Cat awaits!“
"Um…” Sabhira said as she found herself staring a bit too close at Sampson’s manhood. “Sampson… your armor?” Devilah pointed out. “Oh!!! Sorry!!! Ma’am? Can I get my armor back?”
Shabhira retrieved the metalwork from a tub of greenish water. “That should be sufficient. The leather bits will still have some lingering odor, but when you replace them they’ll be fine. And you will replace them. I guarantee it.” And with that, the hero and his companion took leave of Shabhira.
Three hours later FarSeer came home to an empty cabin. He soon found a note left on the table from his wife however that read: Dear Lover, That warrior and his ‘supposed’ servant are looking for Kitty and aim to kill her! I’ve GOT to go warn her. I’m worried about him, but I think Ubergard can handle him. But that Devilah worries me, there’s something not right about her. I’ve pointed them to Markarth but at best that will only buy her a couple of days. Please don’t follow me, you know Kitty still has feelings for you and I don’t want to bring all that up again. I’ve made you dinner, it’s in the icebox. Don’t bring your buddies in the house. I have traps set if more than two feet tread the floorboards. I’ll be back in a few days. And don’t forget to drink your vegetable puree. It’s good for you. Love, Kisses and that other thing I do… Shabhira
The werewolf sniffed the air and considered following, but decided his wife was usually right, and instead went to check the icebox.

Sabhira’s Daughter #31

“So… your brother the werewolf? I must say he is a fine specimen though!” Muz-Ra said jokingly to Ubergard, but she did not respond. Though she wore the same tough expression she had adopted since she first saw FarSeer, Kitty wondered if perhaps she detected some other emotion in the giantess. Certainly the Argonian seemed to be lost in her own thoughts anyway. “I don’t think she wants to talk about him Red,” Kitty suggested. “They sure seem to grow large in Uber’s family though. Do you suppose the same holds true for his manhood?” Muz-Ra speculated. “I don’t think ANYONE wants to talk about that Red!” Udaran said.
“Ok, come on up girls,” said FarSeer from within the now-lit cabin. "I told you it wasn’t much. I’m cooking some food out front. It should be ready in an hour or so. And before you say anything Ubergard, it’s venison.“ "Saving the good stuff for yourself?” Ubergard shot him a nasty look. FarSeer sighed and turned to the others. "Can I get you anything to drink? I’ve some mead and some spiced wine.
“That was just excellent FarSeer. Maybe a bit light in the vegetable department, but you do know your way around a slab of meat!” Muz-Ra thanked the big Argonian, smacking her lips and began to chisel out some fragments from between her teeth with a small stick she’d found for the purpose. Kitty could swear she heard from Udaran under her breath, “As do you.” “Thank you Red. Now, as for other accommodations, I’m afraid I have little in the way of a lavatory here. There’s a bucket of water in the corner for washing, and for any other needs there’s a hole about a hundred feet directly behind the cabin. Just watch your step. I’ve erected a band of rocks around it for privacy so you can’t miss it.” “From what I’ve seen of male urinals recently, I’ll bet YOU can,” Muz-Ra quipped with a chuckle.
“I’ve put down some mats for bedding but they’re not much I’m afraid.” “Oh, I was going to mention, FarSeer. I hope you don’t mind, but I sleep in the nude. Not to be provacative mind you, and to be clear, I’m not interested in males anyway, but it’s just how I sleep. Is that going to be ok?” Udaran asked without a trace of embarrassment. “Sure Udaran. I can’t say I wouldn’t enjoy the view, but don’t worry. In fact, I spend my nights nude too you might say!” “Oh REALLY?” Muz-Ra perked up, suddenly interested. “Oh yes. Though you might find my appearance somewhat altered. I don’t sleep, but I do get cranky!” FarSeer explained with a smile.
“OH! So you spend your nights as a wolf?” Udaran asked. “Werewolf. It’s not the same form at all. In fact, I often wonder how that connection was ever made. But again, don’t worry. My consciousness is fully intact. I don’t hurt anyone. Years ago the body change did affect my mind and I couldn’t say that – but time and experience work wonders. I’m as much myself in werewolf form as I am now. I just can’t talk, but I can think. Sleep, however… it’s not that I can’t sleep. It just does me no good, so I no longer even try,” FarSeer went on.
“So, what do you do all night?” Kitty asked, genuinely curious. “Oh, mostly just run, hunt and kill. You’ll notice I have no weapons. Don’t need em. That venison you ate, I took that down just last night.” “You’ve got yourself quite a place here, FarSeer. A nice life. But doesn’t it get lonely?" FarSeer let out a sigh. "Yes, it does. To be honest, you’re the first people I’ve had here in months. But when you choose to follow my path, you have to anticipate solitude. Mostly I wouldn’t have it any other way. But, I’m a social creature too and once in a while it get’s a bit much. Which is why I really appreciate you girls visiting me.”
Ubergard seemed about to say something, but thought better of it. Instead, she confessed, “I will admit you’ve built a nice life here FarSeer. Though I disagree with your life choices, you’ve done well with it. Better than any of us in the family expected. When next I see them, I’ll let them know.” Kitty noticed that FarSeer seemed to listen to his sister’s few words as if they were words from a god. Perhaps it was a trick of the light that made his eyes shine a little brighter. But he remained silent for some time before he asked Ubergard if she would mind walking with him for a bit. Kitty was not that suprised when the giantess agreed and the two walked out into the night, though Kitty certainly noticed that Ubergard didn’t forget to bring her huge axe along too.
While they were out, the three remaining travellers prepared their beds. Though the mat that Kitty lay upon was certainly firm, it was surely better than sleeping on rocks and roots. Udaran stripped out of her clothes and settled in as Muz-Ra returned from a trip behind the house. “How was it?” Kitty asked, knowing that she would find out herself in the morning regardless. “Oh, smelly as you’d expect. But he’s put up an acceptable seat. He even sanded and varnished it – no spliters in the butt there. I’d not want to try it in the rain though.”
At that, footsteps were heard entering through the door and Ubergard and FarSeer’s forms were seen in the doorway. “Good night girls. I’ll see you in the morning.” “Good night FarSeer,” Ubergard grudgingly responded. "Don’t kill anyone we know.“ "Thanks,” FarSeer said sarcastically. "Oh, and Udaran?“ "Yes?” “Nice!” he smiled, and left the cabin. Kitty heard a snort of disgust mixed with amusement from Udaran, “He wishes!”
Kitty then snuggled up, happily against Udaran, and fell into a contented and undisturbed sleep. Somewhere in her sleeping mind though, she did notice that there was no snoring from Ubergard all night long.

Sabhira’s Daughter #27

A few minutes passed before Udaran spoke up, “I don’t see or hear anything. Uber?” “Nothing here either, but something’s out there.”
Kitty sighed and admitted, “Sounds like Scout work to me.” “Be careful Kitty. Just go far enough to see what it is and come back,” said Udaran as Kitty once more donned her invisibility cloak. “I’m really starting to hate this thing,” Kitty thought as she raised the hood.
With that, Kitty headed back to the trail, it’s hard packed earth and stone offering a quieter approach. Stealthily she crept farther down the trail, stopping to listen every few paces, then continuing on when nothing presented itself.
Soon she was out of sight of where the others waited, and before long out of earshot as well. She considered turning back but decided to continue on since she had as of yet seen nothing unusual.
Then she saw them. Three lean wolves emerging onto the trail in front of her from the grass. She immediately dropped into a crouch, and at the same time she realized two facts.
First, the slight breeze was at her back carrying her sent towards the pack. Second, they were crouched facing her direction and were slinking towards her. Then she heard a sound from behind her. She turned back but froze when she saw two more wolves directly behind her and looking her way. While she may be invisible, their sense of smell was obviously indicating her presence nearby. And they were blocking her retreat.
Panic began to assert itself in her rapid shallow breath and she saw many sets of ears twitch just before they all bolted directly at her. Had she stood still, perhaps they would have stopped short when they could see no prey, but every instinct was dead set against that course and she bolted off the trail in the direction of the lake. “WOLVES!” she cried as loud as she could, trying to at least alert the others.
That, of course, gave the wolves a definite quarry and like dogs chasing an unseen fox, they were fully in the chase. Her feline instincts dropped her to all fours, trying to gain the few seconds she needed and, save for one particularly fast wolf, she left the others behind as she raced toward a large tree.
It took a few minutes before she managed to stop shaking and regain some sort of composure. Though she couldn’t see anything, she could hear the wolf below and she could do nothing but hold on and hope she was far enough up already. Her position was precarious, so she did the only thing she could think of. “HELP! UBERGARD! MUZ-RA! I’M HERE! UDARAN! I’M STUCK UP IN A TREE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?” Kitty screamed at the top of her lungs. However, no reply came and she realized she had gone too far from the trail.

Sabhira’s Daughter #24

“Ok, so where was I when I was telling my story?” Muz-Ra asked as they began to walk. “You’d just climbed to the top of the tower and the Master and Mistress were gone,” Kitty recalled eagerly. “Oh yes, I remember…” Muz-Ra said as she continued her tale.
“At the top of the tower there was a stairway to the roof. When I emerged, I saw a machine of sorts, the likes of which I’ve never seen before. It was a mass of lenses and gears as best I can describe it, slowly moving and gyrating on different axis in complex arcs. Yet in the center was a larger lens of different character. It was this that beckoned to me as if it wanted me to step upon it. I can’t really explain how I knew this, but it was the same imperative that had led me to the tower in the first place, but even stronger at close range.”
“Having no reason to do otherwise, I stepped upon the mechanism and then to the lens, to the very center. Suddenly, all the peripheral glass-work came to a stop and seemed to focus on me. There was a sensory explosion of sorts, as if all my nerves were instantly tweaked and I fell immobile but conscious to the odd blue lens below me. It was a feeling I can only call orgasmic, though it was not concentrated on any particular part of me but instead it radiated from everywhere. It lasted only a split-second, but in some sense that moment lasted much longer and my sense of self disappeared.”
“The next moment I was aware of, I was again lying naked, still on the island but outside the walls in the exact position I had been in when I first sprang from the water to escape the monsters that dwelled there. However, I was not wet so I knew I’d not imagined it all. Of the castle itself, I could see no sign. It seemed to have disappeared. Having no other recourse, I entered the water, oddly clear now of any reptilian guardians, and emerged on the far side. As if through a haze, I was then again able to perceive the castle back on the island. I’ve no explanation, I’m just describing what happened.”
“However, there was one thing more I haven’t told you yet. Nearby where I emerged was my original clothes, complete and whole as if the episode with the reptilian guardians had never happened. And there was one other thing in the pack. A metallic yet flexible, yellow and terribly skimpy two-piece outfit. On it’s surface was scrawled patterns that I took to be decorative but now I think perhaps they are some sort of runes.”
“I tried them on, and of course they fit perfectly – no mean feat given my proportions even then! I turned back towards the island, hoping to at least catch a glimpse of someone at a window to acknowledge the gift, but I saw no one.”
“So I put on my old adventuring clothes, turned and left, never looking back. I often used to wonder if it was all just some weird dream. Years later I tried to retrace my steps, but try as I might I never did rediscover the island, let alone the castle.”
“At the time I wasn’t nearly as… daring let’s say, as I am today and I just kept the odd outfit with me. It wasn’t till years later that I began to wear this outfit regularly. It served me well, especially when I came to be employed by H and needed something exotic to wear.”
“What else but my gift from the Master? And so I wear it still today, and it hasn’t worn or faded a bit in that time.”