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"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.

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"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."

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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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..."

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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."

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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?"

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