Sampson and Devilah #3

Drawing near to a farmstead, the hero drew up Horse and dismounted. “Come, Devilah. This farmer at least has not been rendered mute by the fiend! Listen to how he beckons the soil to be fruitful! Lo, good tiller of the earth! Might I bend your ear for a word? I am a stranger to this land and have need of your wisdom.”
“Do WHAT to my ear?” “He wants to ask you a question,” Devilah purred. “Oh! Sure, if you promise not to stick me with that sword! Come inside.”
“So you dwell alone out here then?” “Well, Markarth is pretty close, and I am friendly with the Forsworn so they don’t bother me as long as I give them some food now and then.” “It is well you have been able to avoid the maiming then. Tell me, do you know of a book titled Tails of the Khajiit?” The farmer looked to Devilah, who was pawing him up and down and purring seductively. “Why sure! My neighbor Kalolf has all the issues! He let’s me borrow them sometimes. Quite racy. He’s just down the road.”
“AH! Devilah, a clue! Thank you kindly good sir! Alas, I fear I have no coin to give you, but I shall leave you a word of wisdom that is worth more than gold. Beware the Black Cat!” “Well… uh…” stammered the farmer, now being groped by Devilah, “…thanks?” “You go on ahead, Sampson. I’ll be right along. I’ll thank him in my own way.”
“Your charity is an example to us all, Devilah. Thank you again good sir!” And with that, the mighty champion departed, not hearing the cry “Be CAREFUL with those fangs!” behind him.
Later, Devilah emerged from the farmhouse with the farmer staggering out behind her. “Let us depart comrade, the day wanes! I too understand the depth of gratitude we owe this humble man, but surely you have graced him with enough of your time by now!”
“Poor old man. I be he hasn’t had his pipes cleaned in 20 years.” “I am impressed, Devilah. I didn’t know you knew plumbing!” Devilah just rolled her eyes, smiling back at the farmer.
“Come back again anytime!” the farmer called weakly. “Another couple of hours even! I can tell you more!” The Khajiit waved to him a final time and turned back, a new spring in her step.
“Well you certainly seem more lively now, Devilah! Say, have you grown taller?” “Oh, you know… Doing good does give you a lift. And I definitely did him good!” “Indeed, it does fair maiden. Well, let us go visit this Kalolf and view this Tails. Perhaps it will point us towards the foul assassin.”
“Sure! Maybe he’ll need some plumbing done too!”

Sampson and Devilah #2

Meanwhile, in a castle near Whiterun, a dark form sits upon a dark throne. “What news, minion?” A sinuous voice, siblant and reptilian echoed in the empty hall, “Your dessire hass been fulfilled, my misstressss. "Oh? And which desire is that?”
“Tonight you sshall dine on beef and potatosss.” “…and salad? You didn’t forget the salad did you?” “Never. With extra tomatoess and cucumberss, just like you assked.” “And the blue cheese dressing?”
The scaled creature winced, as if struck a blow and knelt even lower in humiliation. “Damn. I forgot the dressssing. We have Italian,” the Argonian replied hopefully. “Oh, alright. But you know I really like blue cheese, Red. Now get up and stop talking that way. It’s stupid.”
“Yess, my misstressss…” “RED!” “Okay, okay. It just seems appropriate here.”
“I guess maybe buying a castle was a little… excessive.” “You think?”
“So what’s your plan to find this last assassin, Sampson?” “Hmm… We must inquire of the local pheasantry, noble cat. Perhaps they have knowledge of this Tails.”
“Pheasantry can’t talk, m’lord,” sighed Devilah. “You mean peasantry.” “My god! Have they had their tongues ripped out? Such evil lurks in this land! We must be getting close!” The Khajiit slapped her hands over her face and drew them down slowly. “Yes, mighty one. We must be.”

Sampson and Devilah #1

Author’s Note: This one’s going to be significantly different. It will be short, lighthearted and I’m having a hell of a good time writing it. In fact, I’ve probably already written ½ of the whole thing. Getting screenshots, unfortunately, takes more time. But I’m having such fun with it that I HAD to post what I have so far. Visually, it will likely be much less lewd than previous Tails. Textually (if that’s a word) it will be worse. So it’s closer to SFW to view, as long as they don’t actually READ it. So consider this a taste of what’s to come. Blatant references to ASOTIL and Evil Quill Weave from http://prequeladventure.com are blatant. Biblical references are also common, and yes, I think I’ll probably be spending some quality time in hell for writing this. ————– …In those days there was no law in Skyrim; but every man did that which was right in his own eyes. Yet in those days arose a mighty hero, Sampson, who brought justice to the land. Riding down from the north he came, clad in shining armor and his mighty sword, Sword. Sampson. Like Samson, said to have the strength of ten men. Like Simpson, the wisdom of Homer.
Astride his trusty steed, Horse, he rode with his dark thoughts bent on a single quest. To rid the land of the guild known as the Dark Brotherhood. Beside him, his faithful companion, Devilah, her tail ever-twitching as she watched for danger with her keen cat-eyes.
Long had they striven to find the Lair of the accursed Brotherhood, until at last the hero had reached his quarry. All now lay dead within and the Brotherhood was defeated. At long last, justice had prevailed and the land would no more live in fear of the arrow in the night, the dagger in the back, the silent death of the Assassin.
“So, Sampson, now that you’ve killed all of the Brotherhood, I guess your vow of chastity is complete, right? What say we take Horse back to that river we crossed, tie her up and take a bath together?” asked the coyly undulating Khajiit. “Indeed, the Brotherhood is vanquished. But the gore and charnel filth will take more than water to cleanse, I fear. For now, however, that must suffice. As to my vow… nay. Your virginity is safe from my earthly desires for yet a bit longer, good companion.” “WHAT? But dammit you said…”
“Ah, Devilah, you still have much to learn. You did not comprehend the annals of the dread guild.” “I read them to you, you illiterate bastard,” the furred one muttered under her breath. “Nay, all have not yet been brought to my master, Justice. One remains, and that one the cleverest and most heinous of all. Her crimes must have reached the heavens, for even the vile Brotherhood rejected her. Of her it is said she was the most stealthy, the most cunning. She remains, oh devoted one. And while she takes breath in this world, my vow must remain. I must not lose an ounce of my manly strength to the temptations of the flesh, for all will be needed in the final battle.”
“Fucking hell.” “The Black Cat, as she was known to the Brotherhood. Khajiit born, as are you my dear servant. Yet while you have risen above your bestial nature to become pristine and virtuous, her path lay not upwards but down into the depths of depravity. Alas, the tome was unclear as to her dark destiny, hinting only at some mysterious document known as the Tails of the Khajiit. We must continue our quest, dear Devilah, until we rid the world of this final Evil.” “Goddammit, and I’d bought oil and toys and everything…” the Khajiit complained forlornly.

Sabhira’s Daughter – EPILOGUE

“Are you sure about this Shabhira? It’s awfully sudden for such big decisions,” Udaran asked as they were getting ready to leave. “I know it’s cliche, but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” “FarSeer’s not coming to see us off?” asked Kitty, feeling a bit disappointed.
“No. He thought it would be awkward, after last night. He’s going to meet me back at the fork in the road that leads south. It’s just a little way.” “He is a coward and you can tell him I said so!” Kitty said, but not with malice. “Yes,” Shabhira agreed. "He is. I’ll try and work that out of him.“ "Well, then we’re on our way. Good luck Shabhira! You know where to find us. Come and visit sometime!” called Udaran as they went their separate ways.
Kitty just caught a glimpse of Shabhira meeting up with FarSeer in the distance as they rounded a bend and were taken out of sight. “So, Kitty,” Muz-Ra turned to the quiet Khajiit. “Or should I call you Lady Kitty? What are you going to do with your new-found wealth now?” “Well, FIRST thing I’m going to do it take that damned bag of gold away from Udaran! I saw how much you left in the cabin. She’s been passing out my gold like it was candy!” “I don’t remember you protesting before,” laughed Udaran. “It wasn’t my MONEY before! Go on, give it here…”
“That’s it? That’s all that’s left?” “Well… there’s expenses, wages, bonus for hazardous duty pay in Helgen…” “WHAT?” “Sorry Kitty, now that you have money, you’re going to have to be more careful with it!” Muz-Ra added helpfully. “Moochers. You’re all a bunch of moochers!”
“But seriously, what ARE you going to do?” “I don’t know yet. Too soon. I’ll stay at H’s till I come up with a plan.” “Think you’ll stay with us?” “Probably not to be honest. You girls are great and all, but… I think I’d like a place of my own.” Udaran nodded.
“I’ll need security. Hey Ubergard! Wanna work for me?” The giantess smiled back, “How much are you paying?” “What does H pay you?” “Nothing!” “I’ll double it!” “Done! What’s the job? Guarding your gold?” “No… conversationalist. You’ll be the life of my parties!”
*Three months later…* “Hi Kitty. Hey, I got another letter from Shabhira.” “Oh really? What does she say? Did she blow something up again?” “No. It’s an invitation for the four of us actually… to a wedding! FarSeer and Shabhira are getting married!” “Married?! They do move quickly don’t they?” “I’m sure Red and Uber will go. It’s in a couple weeks. Will you come too? They need to know how many to expect.” Kitty paused and reflected for a minute. “Not if my life depended on it. Send my best regards,” said Kitty and walked off without another word.
“Oh, hi Ubergard. We’re going to go take a leisurely soak in the hot tub. Want to come along?” “Why thank you Udaran. Actually, I’d love to. Those two new guards from the Cathouse are working out fine. I think I deserve a bit of relaxation.” “Yes, you do. Come on. Red’s off to get some bath oil!”
“Come on in Red, the water’s JUST right. Did you bring the bath oil?” asked Udaran. “Sure did! And you got Ubergard out of her chain mail I see.” Ubergard nodded in greeting to Muz-Ra. “What about Kitty?” Cheetah asked, concerned. “Isn’t she coming? She usually joins us about this time.” “Guess not,” purred Udaran, burrowing her head farther between Cheetah’s breasts. “I saw her in the maintenance room. Crying her poor heart out. I thought it best to leave her alone. I wonder what that’s all about?” Udaran sighed. "I don’t.“
And that concludes our little story. Thank you for spending your time with us. Look for another Tails of the Khajiit coming soon, fates willing. If you would like to express thanks or encourage the author to continue these stories, likes, comments and signal boosting work wonders. Jus’ sayin’. Your major players for this story have been: Muz-Ra (Red), Ubergard, Udaran, FarSeer, Shabhira and, of course… The Khajiit Formerly Known As Kitty. (That will make more sense after the next Tails story)

Sabhira’s Daughter #51

“Ubergard! Glad to see you, we were getting worried about you!” Udaran said when the big Argonian entered. “FarSeer? What on earth are you doing here? And what are you wearing?!” “Hi Sis! Long story. But we’re starving! Catch anything?” “No. I was damn close to getting a nice buck, but it spooked at the last minute.” “Sorry Uber, I should have gone with you,” said Muz-Ra. “I must admit your arrows would have come in handy. I guess it’s just more travel rations tonight.” “Oh, I’m sure I can do better than that,” Shabhira spoke up unexpectedly. Let’s go out to the fire and see what I can come up with.“
"So are you coming with us FarSeer?” asked Ubergard of her brother. “No, just staying the night. Well, SORT of ‘staying’. I’ll be here in the morning though.” “He’s taking me out with him!” Shabhira declared happily. “You? Why would you want to do that?” “She seems to have taken an interest in my ‘condition’,” FarSeer shrugged. “I bet I’ll learn more tonight about lycanthropy than anyone in the last 100 years!”
“I daresay you may. Though you may regret it anyway. You’re sure about this FarSeer?” “Absolutely. I’ll keep her safe.” “See that you do. I’d have hell to pay if I came this close to success and then lost her now.” “You won’t. Besides, I suspect I have more to fear from her than the other way around!” “Huh?” “Let’s just say that Shabhira is full of surprises,” FarSeer smiled. Shabhira smiled back and nodded, “that’s right, and don’t you forget it!” Then she turned to the business of cooking.
“That was DELICIOUS Shabhira! And you say there was no meat in that stew at all?” FarSeer asked after they had eaten. “None. Some beef broth, but no actual meat. I always carry some dried vegetables when I’m out in the wilds. With the right preparation, they’re almost as good as fresh.” “Indeed! My complements to the chef!” FarSeer bowed. "And now, if you girls don’t mind, I think I’ll try my own hand at doing a little hunting. With luck, I may have something for your breakfast that’s NOT reconstituted!“ "Hey, would you mind changing right here? I’d love to see it happen in the light!” Shabhira said excitedly. “I don’t know. It’s a pretty nasty looking business as I recall. I don’t know if the others would really find it so… interesting.” “Oh, go ahead. How bad can it be?” Udaran suggested.
“Well, unless I want to have to search for another pair of underwear, I have to take these off first.” “Now THAT sounds like nasty looking business. If you don’t mind, I’ll head inside,” Ubergard declared and went indoors. “Ok, girls, if you really want me to. Don’t stand too close though. It takes me a moment to get oriented afterwards.” And with that, FarSeer removed his clothes and… changed.
Ubergard ran outside immediately just as the last echoes of the screams had died away, blade at the ready. Fortunately what she saw was far less serious than she’d imagined. Muz-Ra had stumbled off the porch and was busily emptying the contents of her stomach while Udaran had her back to the wall with eyes wide at the beast in the corner. Kitty was curled up with her hands covering her head while a huge black shape stood breathing heavily in the firelight, it’s mouth open and salivating wildly. But something about the eyes conveyed a look of sadness… “Where’s Shabhira?!” Ubergard demanded, having noticed her brother was not attacking anyone and not seeing her around. It was then that the black shape turned slightly and even gestured to Sabhira’s daughter who had been hidden behind it’s bulk. Amazingly, she was stroking the thing’s fur! No, not stroking… gathering fur!
“Shabhira, are you alright?” she asked, reflexively moving her blade constantly. The beast’s eyes tracked it warily. “What? Of course! Please put that down. He’s done nothing wrong!” “But… what happened?” Udaran recovered her composure somewhat and replied, “Sorry Ubergard. We were all just overwhelmed.” “More like scared out of our minds!” Muz-Ra corrected. "That is something I never want to see again. Oh god, I’m sorry FarSeer, but I can’t look at you. I’ve got to go inside.“
"Take Kitty, Red. She looks worse off than us even.” But Kitty protested wordlessly when Muz-Ra tried to help her to her feet, finally whispering, “No. I’m ok. Just… need a minute. FarSeer, please do me a favor. Let me know you’re in there. Nod for me please.” The beast clearly nodded. “Ok, thank you. I think I’m ok now.”
FarSeer waived a long-taloned claw out to the forest beyond. “You’re ready to go then?” Shabhira asked cheerily. Again, the thing nodded in assent. “Ok, just hold on one second. If I’m going to try and keep up with you, I’m going to need to get rid of this outfit.” A look of surprise came over the beast’s features, not to mention her friends on the porch. “Hey, I can run fast. But I can run faster on all fours without encumbrance. All Khajiits know this. There, now let’s go!”
And with that, Shabhira raced away naked, practically daring FarSeer to keep up. FarSeer gave chase instinctively and they were gone in seconds, the sound of Shabhira’s laughter fading into the distance, mixed with the howl of a werewolf.

Sabhira’s Daughter #49

“Shabhira? Is that…” FarSeer asked. “Yup, that’s her. Sabhira’s daughter,” answered Kitty distractedly. “She’s quite unexpectedly resourceful for a prostitute!” “She wasn’t. She sort of functioned as their doctor of sorts though.”
“Why is it that every time we meet, I end up getting hurt somehow?” FarSeer asked Kitty, changing the subject. Kitty smiled, “Just your luck! You shouldn’t have TRIED to meet me again. It’s your fault!” “Listen, Kitty. You probably know by now. I think I’m in love with you.” “Oh, I know. And I’m… We’re too different. Not just the species thing, but your life. Living out here, the Werewolf thing.”
“I’ve been thinking about that. I’d be willing to give it up, you know.” “That’s what I’m afraid of. You WOULD give it up, and you shouldn’t. But your life too, living out here in the woods. You’d give that up too. All that to please me. It’s too much. I’d feel bad and you would miss it.” “Yeah. I guess you’re right. You know I’d never be happy in a crowd.” “And I don’t think I could live out here like you. We just don’t fit together.”
“So it’s not just the Werewolf thing then?” “Well, to be honest that’s pretty fucking big! But no. It’s not just that. Like I said, we just don’t fit together.” “Friends then?” “I’m sorry FarSeer, but no. We would never be just friends. I couldn’t be.” “Me too. But it’s hard.” Kitty hugged him fiercely, “It IS hard. Too hard. You shouldn’t have come looking for me.”
FarSeer look down into her eyes for a long time. For the last time with that intensity. Then he sighed, as if letting something go, and changed the subject. “So what’s the deal with Shabhira?” “They call her a Herb Witch. She seems very smart.” “And she’s going back with you to the Tails?” Kitty nodded. "For a while I guess, but she’s not going to stay. I think she wants to travel. Now that she’s rich, I think she’s going to do that.“
"So at least your quest hasn’t been in vain.” “No, not in vain. I don’t regret anything you know,” Kitty said, looking up at him again. But FarSeer was looking ahead and appeared not to notice her. Finally, he said, “Neither do I, Kitty.” They kissed then, with all the awkwardness and incompatibility inherent in such a thing between an Argonian and a Khajiit. It was as clumsy and unnatural as would be expected, and it was a kiss Kitty would never forget.
Somehow, with that kiss, Kitty’s turmoil was resolved. She knew she would return to her old life and banish thoughts of FarSeer, knowing that it was for the best for both of them. Yet she would always know that he was out there somewhere, and that would be enough. Enough to know that somewhere out there was a person who felt so strongly towards her that he would have given up everything. It wasn’t the fairy tale ending to their short romance, but Kitty knew she could live with that.
“Shabhira!” called Udaran when she saw them approaching. "Thank god, we were getting worried about you two. Wait. Is that FarSeer with Kitty? Um… and is he NAKED?“ "Oh, yes. He found us while we were in the woods searching for a place. I mistook him for some danger though and lobbed a rather potent stink bomb at him. We had to get him cleaned up. It pretty much ruined his clothes so…” “I see! A LOT! Well, Ubergard found an unoccupied cabin we can stay in for the night, so no problem there. There’s probably something in it he can wear.”
“Hello Udaran,” FarSeer said in greeting. “Well hello FarSeer. What brings you way up here?” “Your little scout. I decided I needed to talk to her again so I’ve been waiting for you to return.” Udaran looked to Kitty who shrugged. “Don’t look at me! I told him it was stupid.”
Later, as they came up to the cabin Ubergard had discovered… “Oh my! FarSeer! Ever so GOOD to see you again!” Muz-Ra said with maybe a bit too much emphasis as Shabhira, Kitty and FarSeer came up the path. “You too Red, but… my eyes are up here.” “Of course they are. But your penis is down there!”

Sabhira’s Daughter #48

“I hope the others are having better luck than us, Shabhira.” “I haven’t seen anything likely either. We might as well head back early.” “Agreed.”
“Wait!” Shabira whispered urgently to Kitty. “Did you hear that? Better put your cloak on Kitty. Sounds like something big coming this way!” “Not until I absolutely have to. Blindness sucks, trust me! What about you?” “I’m going to try a stink bomb first. But I’ve got more lethal methods if I need them. Don’t worry about me… Shhhhh!”
Shabhira and Kitty both crouched behind a boulder while something continued to approach. As it got close, Shabhira palmed a vial and nodded to Kitty beside her, then leaped out and hurled the vial in the direction of the noise while Kitty stood up to look, ready for anything. The vial burst against a tree and a fine green mist exploded outward from it as if it had been under extreme pressure.
“Oh my god!” cried a familiar voice. "ACK! <SNORT!> What the hell IS this?!“ Shabhira shouted back, "Stop! Stand still or you’ll regret it! Who are you?” A shape stepped out from behind a tree, large and scaled. "I ALREADY regret it! My name is FarSeer and I’m unarmed. Who are you?“ "FarSeer!” cried Kitty.
“Kitty! Call off your friend! And PLEASE let me get a bath, like NOW!” The wind shifted a bit and suddenly Kitty could smell a terribly pungent and obnoxious odor.“ "FarSeer? I’m sorry, we thought you were a bear or something! Come on over.” But the big Argonian was already running past them. "Oh I can’t stand this. Sorry Kitty, I’ve GOT to get this smell off me NOW!“ "WAIT!,” Sabhira shouted to the stricken Argonian, but he was already gone. FarSeer stripped off his clothes as he ran and jumped naked into the lake.
By then, Kitty had recovered and ran after him with Shabhira following. Once at the water’s edge, Shabhira shouted to FarSeer, who was trying his best to rub the smell off himself. “FarSeer, you have to get out! Water will only spread it around you, but it WILL attract Slaughterfish!” As if on cue, the Argonian yelped at a nip on his butt and clambered out as fast as he could.
“What on earth IS this stuff?” he asked. “Wow! You really STINK FarSeer!” “No kidding!” he replied, but smiling at the little Khajiit. “FarSeer, lay down and we’ll put this ointment on. It will neutralize the smell, but you have to stay still.”
“Yes, FarSeer. It needs to be on ALL of you. Don’t be shy, I’ve seen Argonian males before. Yes, even there.” FarSeer sighed and turned over. “Essence of Skunk?” Kitty guessed. “Afraid not. It’s worse than that, but you don’t want to know. Really, you don’t,” Shabhira said, applying more ointment. Let’s just finish getting this on him before it becomes permanent.“ "PERMANENT?! Here, have at me!” exclaimed FarSeer, exposing all of himself. “Lady, that stuff is pure EVIL and you should be in jail for using it!“ “Watch yourself, lizard, I have your children in my hand!” giggled Shabhira.
“There. That should do it,” Shabhira sat back admiring their work. “Well great, but NOW what am I going to wear? My clothes are ruined.” “THAT is true. No way you’re going to fit in anything Kitty or I brought either. Sorry but I think you’re going to stay naked till we can find you something.” “What on earth are you doing up here anyway?” Kitty asked. "Ubergard said your cabin was way on the other side of the lake!“
"It is. I… I was looking for you to be honest.” “Me? But you had no idea when I’d be coming back this way. Or even IF I would.” “Yeah, I know. I kinda… have been waiting. A long time.” Kitty smiled sadly up at the scaley face. “I’m sorry FarSeer. But you know it could never work.” “I know, but I had to see you again. I couldn’t let you go without talking to you first.” Shabhira looked from one to the other. "We’d best be getting back. We’re going to be late. I’ll lead the way and you can talk privately while we go back.“ "Thanks Shabhira,” Kitty said, not looking away from FarSeer.

Sabhira’s Daughter #47

The conversation turned instead to the life and work of the models at the Tails. “…and there’s really no sex behind the camera?” Shabhira was asking Udaran. “Not at all. I know it seems odd, but when you’ve done it as long as I have, sex seems almost unrelated to the posing. As a professional model, your goal is to please the camera. Sometimes that involves some pretty intense contortions of the body, but fortunately Khajiit and Argonians are good at that.” “I see. But, that’s regrettable.”
“Regrettable? How so?” “It almost seems like a lie. The readers see this sensual, sexy female practically begging for a tumble in the bed. But what they are really seeing is just the end result of a group of people working to present that fantasy. It’s not real.” “Well of COURSE it’s not real. Only the most fanboyish of fanboys think it’s real. But they still BUY it,” Udaran responded, perhaps a bit too emphatically.
“Lighten up Udaran, I’m not trying to put down what you do! But no, I just don’t see it being my future." "That’s too bad,” Muz-Ra interjected, “you’ve got a hell of a body you know!” “Nice of you to notice, Red. But this one is reserved.” “For who? Have you got a boyfriend?” “Or GIRLfriend?” Udaran added. “Oh, no. Nothing like that currently. But I don’t think I’m cut out for sharing myself that way, even if it is just a fantasy.”
“What is it Udie? You look hurt. What did I say?” “I guess I had my own fantasy, that you’d come and live with us. But that’s selfishness. I miss your mother, and you remind me SO much of her. Even without the intimacy I was still hoping you might stay.” “Well, perhaps for a while as a guest. I am hoping to stay till I decide what I want to do next, but I’m just not Tails material. I can still come visit though, or you can visit me wherever I ‘land’”. “That will do fine. I’m sorry, just a little disappointed that my own fantasy isn’t going to come true. But I’ll get over it.”
“You know what I WOULD like though is a bit of training.” “Training? What do you mean?” “Well, someday when I DO settle down, I’d like to know a pose or two for my mate. I mean, I can do the demure, shy girl just fine. It’s my natural state in the bedroom. But the sultry temptress is beyond me. I start giggling.”
“Oh, we can do that! When we stop for the night, I’ll show you a thing or two. But really it’s not so much the posing as the acting. You have to believe you really ARE that person. It’s really IS acting. If you are playing pretend, it’s not going to work. You have to BE the person you’re presenting whoever it is. A Sultry Temptress isn’t going to giggle. But still, there are some technical things to posing too.” “Wow, I guess you really DO have a skill and not just a hot body.”
“Well thank you Shabhira. I do hope after all this time working at the Tails I’ve learned SOMETHING beyond how to keep a diet!” “Oh shit, I’m sorry Udaran! That wasn’t what I meant at all! I don’t mean to be offensive. Really I don’t! I guess I’m a little clueless when it comes to people.”
“It’s getting dark girls. It’s been a long day and we’re all getting tired and irritable, but we’ve done well today. We’re just coming out of the Reach now. It’s time we considered where we’re going to spend the night. FarSeer’s cabin is far south of here across the lake so that’s out. Let’s start looking for likely campsites. We’ll want to be not too far off the road that we can’t find it easily, but far enough that we’re not spotted by any wandering bandits.” “Should we split up and go looking for a place?” Kitty asked.
“That’s not a bad idea – but in pairs. I’ll go by myself. Let’s meet back here in an hour. ONE hour. I’ll go up this way.” “I’ll go with Kitty,” Shabhira said. “But neither of you have weapons,” the Argonian noted. "Kitty’s got her cloak, but you have nothing to defend yourself with.“ "You underestimate me Ubergard. I would surprise you with what some of my little vials can do. There are more methods of defense than a strong offense too. We’ll be fine. Besides, I daresay I’ve spent more time out in the wild than you have!”
“Very well. You two look down that way. Red and Udaran, you head up towards that hill and see if you spot anything. We’re just looking for a protected area, perhaps with a rock wall we can shelter beside. Ideally an unoccupied cave but those are rare and the occupants you find will not be friendly so don’t risk anything. Remember – ONE hour. Once you’ve been gone a half hour, start heading back. And stay together.”

Sabhira’s Daughter #46

And with that, the four were now five, and began the long walk back to Whiterun and home. “So, a herb-witch huh? Does that mean you make potions and stuff like that?” asked Muz-Ra. “Well, yes. I certainly can do that, but the craft is much more than just making potions. It’s really all about learning the properties of different things found in Nature. Old Umbra taught me from when I was little. She died a few years ago, but by then – to be honest – I’d passed her in the art. It’s really fascinating though. Just for instance, those juniper berries there. There’s a mixture you can make with them that helps eyesight which in turn helps archers tremendously!” “Oh? You know, I…” “Yes, the bow on your back gave me a clue,” laughed Shabhira.
“So you know all about plants then?” Udaran asked. “Not all. Not possible. And it’s not just plants by any means! But that’s the idea. It’s really just the study of Nature itself." "Do you do magic then?” “Some people would think of it as a type of magic, but really no. Or at least I don’t MAKE magic. It’s already there in Nature. I just… I guess you could say I condense it and make it useful.”
“What do you think of Mages then? You can’t say THEY don’t make magic!” Muz-Ra went on. “Udaran mentioned there was a Mage back in Helgen. I guess you’d know more than me about them!” “I know enough to stay as far away as possible.” “And THAT… Red? Can I call you Red?” “Sure Shabhira. Nobody calls me Muz-Ra.” “Well, THAT, Red, is knowledge too. That kind of magic is dangerous. I think it’s kind of UN-Natural. It really shouldn’t exist. If I could, I’d abolish it altogether. Too much bad can come from that kind of power. Potions take time and effort to learn. But Mages just pull lightning out of thin air. That’s just not right.”
“What about Dragons?” Kitty asked. "And Vampires?“ "What do I think about them you mean? Again, they’re both really sort of like Mages aren’t they? I don’t think they COULD exist without Un-Natural magic. It’s like the Draugr. Walking dead and skeletons. They really don’t make sense. I mean, a Skeleton is just so much solidified calcium. How can they move? They have no muscles to drive them, no nerves to activate the muscles. You might as well put together so many sticks and ask THEM to walk. Yet they exist. It’s just not a natural state. All I learn about Nature tells me they can’t exist, but they do! They’re fascinating, but they’re also WRONG. Oh, I’m sorry. You got me started. I’m afraid it’s my passion.”
“Ever considered studying THEM?” Kitty asked. “What, Skeltons?” “Yeah… well, the animated kind I mean.” “Hehe. Sorry Kitty, you must think I’m braver than I am. The LAST thing I want to do is to be close to one of them! I’m no hero. My herbs don’t leap out of their containers and attack me!” Kitty nodded. "Good point!“
"Let’s stop here for a minute,” Udaran suggested, at which all agreed. “You know,” Muz-Ra said to Shabhira, “there are those who think WE are un-natural. Argonians and Khajiits I mean.” “Oh, I suppose we are. But so are Elves, Humans and Orcs for that matter. I don’t see how we’re any more un-natural than they are.” “Elves. Talk about UN-Natural!” Muz-Ra spat. “You don’t like Elves?” asked Shabhira. “Oh, they’re ok I guess – but they LOVE their Magic don’t they? I mean, MOST magic-users are elves.” “The one that attacked you at Helgen?” Muz-Ra nodded.
“Well, good and evil come in all shapes I guess." "I’ve never seen a Good skeleton!” “Mmm. But they don’t count. No intelligence. Might as well call a Bear evil.” “How about Vampires? Ever heard of a Good vampire? And they’re intelligent.” “Ok, we’ve gone WAAAAY out of my area of expertise. But no, can’t say I’ve ever heard of a good vampire.” Mus-Ra smiled, satisfied the she’d made a good point. “Let’s get moving again,” Ubergard commanded, “It’s a long walk and we’ve nowhere to stay tonight but out in the wilds. I’d like to get back to familiar territory before dark.”
“We know a good Werewolf.” Muz-Ra pointed out as they continued on. “A good Werewolf? Surely there’s no such thing.” “Sure is. We met him on the way here. He’s Ubergard’s brother in fact. Lives in a shack south of Lake Ilinalta, and he’s as nice a guy as you’d ever dream of meeting.” “REALLY? Now THAT would be fascinating!” Kitty could fairly see the gears turning in Shabhira’s brain. Shabhira went on, more to herself than to her companions, “You could watch him transform. Weigh him! I wonder if the mass changes, or… would Wolfs-bane really have any effect? Oh but this is all idle speculation. He may be as sweet as you please when he’s an Argonian, but you’d not want to be around him after the change I bet!”
“He says he’s fully under control at all times, and Ubergard came to believe him too. And Kitty, he came up to her while he was changed. Didn’t leave a scratch.” “Is that right Kitty?” Shabhira asked, genuinely interested. Kitty had turned sulky though, and just grunted, “I guess so.” Muz-Ra, never one for subtleties, continued rambling on before Kitty cried, “ENOUGH! Can we PLEASE NOT TALK ABOUT FARSEER ANYMORE??” Muz-Ra and Shabhira took the hint only after it was bludgeoned into their ears by this and discussion on the topic stopped.
Shabhira rolled a meaningful eye towards Kitty, indicating her and an unseen Other, at Muz-Ra silently. The Argonian nodded, confirming Shabhira’s unspoken question. “OOOOooohhhh,” she mouthed silently back.

Sabhira’s Daughter #45

Ubergard was snoring loudly when Ashasha came in to wake the travelers in the morning. “Rise and shine girls! It’s a new day and full of possibilities. Breakfast is waiting for you and Shabhira will be here in an hour.”
“Early? It’s halfway to noon! Oh, you’d have a hard time of it here Kitty. Most of the girls have already eaten and are about their chores.” she smiled. “Chores? Last night’s work wasn’t enough?” “That? That’s just Work. But this place doesn’t run itself and we don’t make enough to hire maids.”
“You’re surprisingly upbeat this morning Ashasha!” Udaran noticed from behind Kitty. “Well, I have a right to be. We made good money last night and it turns out S’uzi’s tail is just sprained. She’ll be back on her back in a week.” “Oh, that’s good to hear,” Kitty said, having worked out the odd phrasing. “…I guess.”
“Yes! Shabhira took a look at her last night before she left.” “And you don’t mind Shabhira coming with us anymore?” Udaran asked.
“Of course I do! But we worked out a deal. No matter what happens, she’ll drop by once a month and help J’ara get up to speed to take her place.” “Well that sounds wonderful. Has she given any indication of her own plans… after?” “I don’t think she has a clue herself yet.”
After breakfast, the group had gathered outside the Cathouse when Shabhira came up the hill. “Whoa! Shabhira, you look different today? Your traveling clothes?” asked Udaran. “What? Oh, the gown. I’m sorry, I should have said something. Last night I was meeting with some people in Markarth when Ashasha sent for me. I don’t normally dress like that.” “I see. So, are you ready to go?” “Absolutely! Eager in fact!”
Meanwhile, Kitty and her new friend Cheetah were saying their goodbyes. “Could you do me a favor Kitty?” “Anything Cheetah! What can I do?” “Well, when you get back, can you ask H to stop by here next time he’s recruiting. I think I’m interested.”
“Oh? You don’t like it here?” “It’s not bad. Really it’s not. Ashasha is a good boss to have. And it may be wrong, but I DO love the work SO much! But it seems so… out of the way here. It’s like Markarth is at the edge of everything. Nothing ever happens here, and everything happens in Whiterun. Plus I got K’riss to let me look at a copy of the Tails he has. Very erotic!” “You like it?”
“Once I managed to peel the pages apart, yeah! I think I’d like to do that!” K’riss looked away, somewhat embarrassed.

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