A Little Diversion (2 of 2)

“Well, hey, I didn’t say I didn’t have a bathing suit!” she laughed while Lydia just looked down at her own unadorned body in embarrassment.

“I want one next time!” she complained after helping Slutcat down off the rock.

They went to the waters edge and Lydia leaped in, allowing the shock of the cool water to brace her. But when she came up for air, she saw Slutcat was blowing into a tube affixed to something large and red.

“What’s that?” she asked.

Sworddog spoke up for Slutcat since she was busy blowing into the thing.

“Air mattress,” the dog said, as if that explained anything. “You blow it up and it floats on top of the water. Also lore-breaking as hell,” she ended, growling in Slutcat’s direction.

“Don mak me thmile” Slutcat said as she tried to continue inflating the little raft.

Finally she finished and she set the thing in the water and climbed aboard, relaxing as the air mattress undulated with the slight waves.

“Looks… nice!” Lydia said enviously.

“It’s great. Really relaxing. You should try it sometime,” Slutcat said.

Lydia said nothing for some minutes, watching the khajiit bob on the water, her face the picture of serenity.

“Slutcat,” Sworddog whispered, none too quietly.

“Hmm?” said the khajiit, opening her eyes.

“Let Lydia try for a little bit!” the dog said. “Jeeze, how dense are you?”

“Oh! You want to try it?” Slutcat said, rolling over and seeing Lydia practically salivating.

“If… you don’t mind,” she managed, obviously withholding her excitement as best she could.

Slutcat rolled off and watched Lydia struggle to try and climb atop the little raft.

“No,” she tried to explain. You’ve gotta get your… Like… Shove it…“

"But it won’t go, The thing keeps moving away. This is tricky!”

“Hold on. Let me give you a push. You gotta get your center of mass on top of it first, and your center of mass is your ass.”

Suddenly Slutcat grabbed her in a way that is normally associated with the most intimate of acts, and even then considered awfully kinky.

Lydia let out a ‘yelp’ that could be heard for miles, but Slutcat managed to heave her ‘center of mass’ atop the raft.

“Slutcat!” Lydia shouted once she’d recovered her dignity a little.

“Well… we are lovers aren’t we?” the khajiit smiled innocently.

“Yeah, but… Give me some notice before you go doing that again!”

The khajiit licked her fingers. “Maybe…” she smiled.

Lydia managed to straddle the raft now that she was on top, riding it something like a horse.

“There you go! Now you’ve got it! Now just lay back and put your feet up.”

“Oh! Yeah! This is great! Do tell me how to steer it though,” Lydia said as she lay back and closed her eyes, letting the sun’s warmth bathe her entire body in a way she’d long wished she could do, but had never been brave enough till now. Something about this khajiit brought out the libido in her like never before. She knew she was hot, and now she was brave enough to show herself off to the world for a change!

“I am going to need to steer it eventually though,” she said as she felt the sun upon her closed eyelids. “This is no lake, you know.”

“Oh-oh,” Slutcat said, looking at Sworddog guiltily.

Sworddog spoke quietly as they watched the little raft bob away.

“I’ll get the clothes, Slutcat. You go after her.”

“I can’t swim very well,” she admitted.

“Well then run down the bank alongside her! The sooner the better! GO!” Sworddog commanded. Slutcat took off running in the general direction of the raft.

A Little Diversion (1 of 2)

Tumbler has fits if there’s more than 10 images in a Text post so I’m splitting this one in two. Sorry for the delay. I dive back into Slutcat when I’m bored and don’t want to do anything more serious.

“Well alright then,” said Slutcat in the morning. “I think we’ve taunted those Greybeards enough. They were probably up all night whacking away, so we might as well head out.”

They gathered their things and headed towards the front door.

“Hold on, before we go out, maybe we should take a quick look at the map. See where we’re heading?” Lydia suggested.

“Good idea! So… where are we and where are we heading?” Slutcat said, suddenly interested.

“So we’re here, at High Hrothgar. And that blue arrow is where we need to go.”

“Oh, that’s not so far. So we just go this way, right?”

Lydia looked up at Slutcat. “If you want to jump off the side of the Throat of the World, sure! But us mortals have to take the Seven Thousands Steps all the way back to here.”

She pointed at Ivarstead, almost the dead opposite direction.

“Oh crap. And then we have to go all the way back around the mountain…”

“Now you get it.”

Oh well, such is life for the Dragonborn, I guess. I might as well get used to it. Let’s get started!“

Lydia packed away the map and they were off again.

"Sure would be nice if there were some way to travel faster,” Slutcat said as they began the arduous climb back down the mountain.

“Well… there’s always… Fast Travel,” Lydia suggested.

“Fast travel!? That sounds like just the thing! Why don’t we do that?”

“Er… Slutcat,” Sworddog said.

“Mmm?”

The dog motioned to where the camera lurked pointing straight at her and Lydia’s butts.

“Oh. Sorry. Forgot about that.”

“What’s the problem?” Lydia asked, not understanding.

“Fan service,” Slutcat said. “Don’t worry about it. It’s another thing that comes with being the Dragonborn.”

“Ah…” Lydia said, though obviously not comprehending.

“Just… Lydia. Can you walk more feminine? You know… Like this… Really get those hips swaying!”

Finally they made it back to the base of the mountain around mid-morning, and crossed the bridge into Ivarstead.

“I don’t know about you, Lydia, but I’m getting a little ripe,” Slutcat said, looking at the rushing water below.

“What do you mean?”

“Lydia. I stink., You stink. First chance we find some still water, we’re taking a bath!”

They stopped into the Vilemyr Inn for a quick breakfast, but were out on the road again quickly. As they continued, they crossed another bridge when Slutcat put her hand out.

“There! That looks beautiful! You can stand here and sweat yourself clean, Lydia, but I’m going in!

"I don’t have a bathing suit,” Lydia complained, but Slutcat just looked at her.

“Really? Like, we’re supposed to be surprised?” Sworddog spoke up. “Look Lydia, as long as you’re travelling with Slutcat you might as well know you’re going to be naked or semi-naked most of the time. It’s just the way the universe works around her. So get used to it.”

Lydia nodded, “I’m learning! Well, okay then! Skinnydipping is always fun!”

Lydia stripped off while Slutcat removed her clothes on a small outcropping near the water.

“Hey!” Lydia complained when she saw that Slutcat now wore a small but serviceable bikini.

Greybeards

“You rang?” Slutcat said as she strolled into High Hrothgar, for all the world the essence of confidence.

The four old men lived up to their namesakes. The beards they sported were indeed grey and the wrinkled eyes above them watched as Slutcat, Lydia and Sworddog entered the main room of High Hrothgar.

“Are you the Dragonborn!?” said their spokesperson, who introduced himself as Master Arngeir.

“I am. Apparently.”

“We… did not expect one so…”

“Furry?” Slutcat said, fully expecting these old men to be as racist as the Nords below.

“Naked,” he corrected her.

“Oh. Well, hey. A girl’s gotta show off a little, you know? Just tell your buddy over there that’s staring at my ass so much that in some places it costs extra to get a view like he’s getting!”

“Sorry, we’re a rather lonely bunch up here. You must excuse our… interest.”

“I’m surprised you have any interest left. But if any of you want to prove me wrong, let me know! Lydia here is my Housecarl and lover, but I’d love a good dicking if any of you have it left in you.”

Lydia laughed and slapped her own ass. “Hell, I’ll take you all on if you’re up for it!”

Slutcat eyed Lydia approvingly. “I knew you were right for this job!”

Two of the others began to approach, but Arngeir waved them back.

“Wait! First we must be sure you are truly Dragonborn. Show us your Voice.”

After some instruction, Slutcat was soon able to use a Shout they had given her that forces people away.

“Hey! This would have come in real handy at the last place I worked, Sworddog!”

“Ah,” the dog responded, secretly happy to be back on speaking terms with her old friend. “But remember, don’t do it until after you’ve got their money!”

“Oh! Good point. So, just the four of you then Arny?”

Arngeir frowned at the nickname. “There is another. Our leader Paarthurnax. But you must prove yourself worthy to meet him. Come. The Shout you just used is instinctive in the Dragonborn. But let us see if you can learn a whole new Shout. Outside…

They followed the Greybeards, but as they walked Lydia whispered to her, somewhat in awe.

"You really are the Dragonborn Slutcat! Do you know what this means?!”

“You’ve been licking the pussy of a future Hero?”

“Yes! Exactly!”

“Well, that’s more like it. Next time I expect an orgasm of HEROIC proportions!”

“I live to serve, my Lord!” Lydia giggled.

Outside in the Courtyard, one of the Greybeards cast some sort of spell on the ground, and Arngeir asked if she could learn it. She looked at the word inscribed in the snow, but try as she might she couldn’t make heads-or-tails of it. But then suddenly it began to glow.

She backed off as something entered her mind and, just as suddenly, she now understood this new Shout.

“Wuld!” she said, turning back to Arngeir.

“Very good indeed! Yes! Now, we need to test this new shout. Borri will open this gate. Use the Shout to pass through before it closes. Stand here beside me.”

Oddly she understood not only the word, but what it would do. When the gate opened, it was nothing to Shout the word and suddenly she was running faster than should be possible! She was through the gate easily before it closed.

Arngeir was surprised and elated by her ability to master a new Shout so quickly, but there was apparently one more ‘test’ she must pass before the Greybeards would consider her mission complete and be officially acknowledged as the true Dragonborn.

“You must retreive the horn of Jurgen Windcaller from the ruin known as Ustengrav,” Arngeir explained.

Slutcat looked worried. “I’m sorry, Master Arny. But I’m kinda new here. I don’t know where that is!”

Lydia spoke up then, “I know of it. It is on our map. But Slutcat, you don’t have to accept this quest, you know. Ustengrav is haunted, to say the least!”

Slutcat looked back to Arngeir. Though she didn’t quite know why, she liked this old hermit, living up here with his three boyfriends, doing who knows what perverted things in their off hours. But still, he seemed nice and really wanted to help her learn this whole Way of the Voice thing.

“No problem. I made it through Bleakfalls Barrow, didn’t I Slutdog? With you two along to help, I’m sure we can find this Horn. But… Arny. It’s getting late. Can we stay overnight?”

“Of course, Dragonborn! High Hrothgar welcomes you to stay the night with us. Though I’m afraid we haven’t much but books in the way of entertainment.”

Slutcat looked back at Lydia and smiled evilly. “No worry, we brought our own.”

Later, Slutcat and Lydia were engaged in some lovemaking in one of the small single-person beds that was offered them while Sworddog tried her best to ignore the sloppy sounds coming from the two..

“…I’m sure they’ll let you take a bed, Sworddog. I think they just didn’t understand that you’re not a, you know, regular dog. I’ll ask them later.”

“I appreciate it. It’s not that I’m a spoiled, pampered dog, you know. But really – I risked my neck as much as either of you did!”

“Yes you did, Sworddog, and I’ll…. OH! MMMmmmMM!”

“You’ll what?” Sworddog asked the distracted khajiit.

“Kiss my ass!”

“WHAT?” Sworddog asked, swinging her head around to see what had pissed off Slutcat suddenly.

“N… no… Lydia… Kiss…. my… YEAAAAAAH!”

Sworddog rolled her eyes and turned back around as the Housecarl buried her face between the khajiit’s butt cheeks.

“And they make fun of us dogs for doing the EXACT SAME THING! There is no justice…”

Another 15 minutes later and Slutcat was finally able to talk coherently again, as her and Lydia swapped places so she could return the favor.

“I don’t know how you do it, really,” Sworddog said, looking away.

“Well, it’s pretty simple really. I just take my tongue… like this… and put it on her…”

“Not that. But… Here? Now?”

“Why not mmmmfffflr…” Slutcat said, her words slurred as she applied her tongue to other duties.

Lydia replied, but not in intelligible words.

“But,” Sworddog said, knowing full well no one was listening to her, “With the old men watching?! You really are a Slut-Cat.”

Slutcat tore herself away from Lydia’s crotch long enough to protest, “Hey! I invited them to join in! Is it my fault they don’t have any private bedrooms?”