Queen Muz-Ra #8
#9 of Queen Muz-Ra
A Day in the Life of a Skyrim Courier
or
Distractions
| Ubergard was up on the balcony, doing martial exercises with her blade the following morning when she heard someone approaching below. Looking over the parapet, she called to the man below.
"Hello! What do you need?"
"I have a message for someone named 'Muz-Ra'. Does she live here?"
"Yes. I'll deliver it for her. Wait a minute and I'll be right down." |
"Yes?" Ubergard said, jolting him out of his stasis."You have a message for Muz-Ra?"
"Er... oh! Yes. Right here. From the Jarl himself."
"Thank you. I'll see that she gets it right away."
"Um... If you don't mind, he requested I deliver it to her personally. It's for her eyes only."
"Oh. Well, come on in. She's probably still sleeping, but follow me." |
"Oh. I don't really have a name. Mostly I'm just called 'courier'."
"No name? That's odd. Well, I'll just call you Mr. Courier."
"Mr. Courier? I like that! And you are?"
"I'm known as Ubergard."
"Naturally."
"Well, wait here a minute Mr. Courier. I'll let her know you're here. I'm sure she'll be right out." |
"Yes?" Muz-Ra greeted the little man groggily. "You have something for me?"
The courier's eyes grew as large as saucers at the scantily clad Argonian's appearance and for a moment he stood transfixed with his eyes glued to her breasts. |
"Buuh buhh..." stammered the messenger.
The Argonian smiled broadly. |
The poor courier drew a gold embossed envelope from his pouch as if in a trance and handed it to Muz-Ra, somehow never taking his eyes off her chest.
The Argonian's eyes went as wide as the couriers' own when she saw the envelope and the smile that spread over her face was no less than radiant. She opened it rapidly and scanned the neatly folded parchment within, then let out a scream of joy and started jumping up and down. |
"My god Red, what_is_ it?"
Muz-Ra looked at Ubergard in rapture. "It's an invitation to dinner tonight at Dragonsreach!"
"Oh no," Ubergard sighed. "It begins." |
"Apparently Red has been invited to Dragonsreach by the Jarl himself," Ubergard stated unenthusiastically.
"Oh Kitty, he said he'd invite me! I thought he'd forgotten all about me!"
"The Jarl? Red, that's wonderful!" Kitty laughed.
Muz-Ra leapt off the bed, picked up Kitty and spun her around in an expression of pure excitement before she suddenly stopped cold. |
Kitty looked down at the nude form before her.
"Apparently you don't have anything at all!"
Muz-Ra looked down at herself too and realized she was naked.
"Ack! Sorry. I was just having fun with the messenger. Wait a sec." |
"I guess you can't go in that. Come on to the armory, let's see what I've got."
Ubergard sighed. "Let me help. I've a pretty good idea of what's acceptable in such company."
Upon entering the armory, Muz-Ra was struck by how realistic the Khajiit mannequins were.
"Wow. Your mannequins are very lifelike!" Ubergard noted.
"Yeah, I had them custom made to my body."
"They're anatomically very_very_ accurate, aren't they?" Muz-Ra mused, looking at one wearing exceptionally sheer lingerie. |
"Kitty, I'm afraid this isn't going to work. These clothes are all custom tailored to you," Ubergard said as she looked at some other outfits.
Meanwhile Muz-Ra had gone on to another lingerie-clad model and was touching it's breast.
"Wow! It's even soft and squishy! "
"Red... um... can you not do that? Please?" Kitty said, her tail now fully fluffed out in a Khajiitish blush.
"Oh, sure Kitty! Shall we go to the Tails? They have a wider variety of sizes you know."
"Yes, let's do that. Right now!" Kitty said, somewhat relieved. |