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Makari narrates:

My dear special friend thinks it's cute, but he only knows the Thalmor as an occasional nuisance, like in Skyrim where every few days they parade Talos worshipers down the road. His success at avoid the dungeon has made him cocky, though perhaps screwing a tiger has something to do with it as well. I dart off after him, scoffing at his clumsy leaps as my agile legs send me bouncing across alleys while he hesitates and lumbers about. It only takes a few minutes to find a way down, and we join the traffic in the street. Enough Khajiit are taking similar unconventional paths that we don't stand out, and meet the others at the stables. As we walk on down the road, he tells them what happened, and after we're far from the walls, I drift back with him to talk quietly. "So, husband, did you enjoy it?" He shrugs, mixed emotions fighting across his face. "It was something." "You do remember my uncle Radirr?" I glance at him sideways, waiting for it, like waiting for rain to soak into dry ground, as his face flashes from puzzled to comprehending. "Ah, yes. He's been nice to me. Took me hunting. I, uh..." "You were nervous and unsure about having sex with a quadruped?" He smiles, looking young and foolish, but grateful of my patience. "Yes, my love, I am still... used to... you know. Adjusting to the idea of sentient four legged cats..." "We are insecure as well... but that's another conversation, it's too hot and dusty to talk." He grunts in agreement, and we remain silent until we reach mother's tent.

The flap is open, and mother is outside under an awning, weaving another carpet. "How are you two? Still together I see. You know trouble between a couple is trouble for the whole clan." she says to him more than me. "It went well mother, it was illuminating." "Ah, good, meditate on what you have learned. Weaving is good for that, daughter, if you wish to help me. Your male friends will wish to relax and chat about your adventures, dear friend, you don't need to sit around bored waiting on us women." she says, not very subtly chasing Hrothmund off so she can talk privately, but he has noticed and slyly squeezes my bottom before agreeing and going to find my cousins. I sit with her, helping to sort the many colors of wool threads as I recount details. She is interested, as she was always concerned with my choices regarding sex, worried I'd turn into a sex maniac from those years of limited experience, in spite of our flexible ways. Individual relationships vary, some are strictly monogamous, some are completely open, it all depends on personality... our culture isn't biased in favor of ANY one form, but equally accepting of ALL, just like Khajiiti come in many forms, but all are one people, each with a role to fill. Just as when we are born the Lunar Lattice determines our shape, when we hit puberty and are born into adulthood, we are allowed to choose our sexual shape. It was frustrating to be entangled in the madness that follows, teenage hormones and stupidity, and so I chose to avoid things that can make babies, until I found someone who would love me in spite of not giving that favor. It was romantic, and frustrating, and perhaps foolish, but I have what I wanted now. I explain this well enough she nods and appears to relax behind her mask of sublime serenity. I ask her about tapestries, trying to pry more secrets from her. Carpets are very important for nomads, they are the floors of our tents, covering the bare sands and rocks. Even if we live in a stone house for a while, I will insist on taking my children out in the traditional way... I'm getting ahead of myself though. I still feel like a kitten in spite of all the sex I have now!

Thread after thread slowly accumlates, weft piling on top of warp, until we smell food and quickly finish a few more steps before running in to eat. Hrothmund is back, and quickly tells me they plan to go to Bath in the morning. "Already! Well, negotiations went well then." "Yes, I'll need to get started on draining the mines so they can inspect them for suitability... it's going to take some time, but you like it there right?" "Oh, yes!" I am not a city cat, but it is part of our lands, and the idea of tree lined streets and a cool stream is amazing to a desert nomad. We share a small watermelon he insists on cutting up for me, and after hacking off another slice he says "We might spend the whole winter there..." "That long!? I knew it would take some time, but..." "Well, we don't need to be there nonstop, we can come visit here, or go off on side quests." "Oh, good, that is good... hmmph, sneaky! Trying to keep yourself with me as long as possible!" "Of course, I love you." he says quietly, and I freeze, feeling all warm and squishy in places. "I love you too."

We spend days with Hrothmund supervising, everyone is helping because they are curious what he will build. They assemble the pumps at the mines. The actual mechanism is small, with pipes running out either side, and he instructs them on making a giant wheel. "It's Khajiit powered! It's the best I could do... You just walk inside it, and it spins the thingy that sucks up the water. You can use a horse or something but I thought people would be easier to keep from wrecking it. I know it sounds dull but we can get several people doing it, so you can talk... and it's easier than smashing rocks." Nobody was excited by the idea, but he made it palatable. I watched as they started at the first mine. He sent the outlet pipe into a little dry channel lined with withered trees, and as the first spinner started, it rattled and farted until clear water spurted out, not gushing but enough that we could wet our feet and it slowly began to flow down instead of just soak in. It took a few days and three pumps but soon the miners were going down, and brought back small nuggets with copper and turquoise. Some of the old timbers they used to hold up the ceiling were embedded with copper, which was strange to me, but they told of wood that had petrified and grown crystals, which apparently can grow quickly in certain conditions.

Encouraged if impatient, they left one pump to keep it dry and a team of miners while they moved on to the next, and a week later were proudly revealing a nice pile of silver ore and topaz. That night we went back to Bath, escorting the loot to the new smithy he was building there, spending the night in the Mayor's House as all had decided we should stay there to be easy to find. After all, I'm the closest to being a clan mother, and with uncle Radirr there being the chief warrior, the two of us talked to Hrothmund about security. "I am glad you are helping us dear, but we need you to think about defense as well." "Yes, smooth shaft, our enemies must know already, and be planning raids." Hrothmund thinks a bit- "I'm trying to think in Khajiit terms instead of Nord- do you mean they'll kill, or just steal? I know your clan is small, but don't you have allies? What will the Miner's Guild do if we are attacked?" I tell him "Clans fight and form alliances based on minor events, changes in weather and fortune, and so on. It was bad after the Oblivion Crisis, but eventually ran out of steam. Now peace has brought population growth, and strain on resources- the cities are hungry for water, food, wood, and in the dry lands they are scarce. "We are remote from our neighbors, but they will soon look this way. We have marriages with the clan to our north- Radirr's wife is one, and his daughter married one of her cousins there- but the one to our south has been our enemy since generations ago." Radirr growls "Yes, Tuzluq'qash Clan is cruel, and attacked us during the Great War. Our clan had supported the Mane long enough to make the Thalmor suspicious, so when the war came, some of us thought to show loyalty by volunteering, but while we were gone they clans attacked us. It was different in those days, fifty or more cats together at meals, so many cousins to play with, when the clan hadn't scattered..." I interrupt his nostalgia- "As long as we were scattered, they didn't bother with us, but if we have productive mines and settle this town again they will raid us." Uncle is quiet, and Hrothmund says "I am thinking of how to keep a Khajiit from stealing..." "Everyone says we steal, but that is not quite right. We have clan ownership. Individuals matter, but not like in your wandering tribes of men, where a nucelar family lived in their hut on their little plot of land. Our entire clan shares territory- we have to share to survive. If you have five fish and I have none, you should give me one for lunch." "Unless I have four kittens to feed, or tell you not to." "However if someone is your friend, then they should share things you need, like this cooking pot or that blanket." "And then later they will borrow something from you." "Because we are all one thing. That is why we say this one and that one." I know he understands this much, and he says- "Well then, if someone is your enemy, you have no reason to be nice about taking things, when you need it... the main difference is methods, not reasons..." "Oh? What are you thinking of, sugar?" "Markarth... but no matter. How did you handle things before, Radirr?" Uncle grumbles- "Water has no shape, and Khajiit have many. Great cats that can sneak and pounce, little cats that cat use magic, bipeds that can use bows and hand weapons..." "I know that- you're avoiding theory." "All is deception. If strong, appear weak; if smart appear stupid; if brave, appear cowardly; if many, appear few. If the enemy sees a handful of crying kittens peeing themselves, he is more likely to foolishly run out, letting you ambush him. When he is strong, do not fight. When he attacks, flee. When his army is scattered and tired, pick them off. Do not follow foolishly. One live fighter on your side is worth ten dead on theirs." "Harrass, encircle, annihilate." Hrothmund summarizes. "How can a Nord understand Khajiit so well?" Uncle grumbles. "The Forsworn are similar, although more reckless... but you're rambling on about war instead of burglars." "It is inseparable." he shrugs. "I think perhaps," I interrupt, "that our smith here should see how we guard things, and think of things that Khajiit would not think of." I can tell Uncle is hesitant, since he is technically not family, but Hrothmund immediately agrees. "Alright, and I can think of some traps and things... certainly seen enough in ancient ruins."

I know he can't see me in the dark, even night eye can barely help- only a thin stream of starlight slips through the gaps in the shutters. Dawn is hours away, and the chill has awoken us again, but neither wants to go stir the fire. We adjust ourselves on the down mattress (the sole luxury item in our house) and our naked bodies rub together, and we start play-fighting over the quilts, until I roll over on him, paws rubbing his rippling smooth belly, toned from months of blacksmith work, and feel his morning wood poking at the wrong hole. I shift and let the tip slip in between my lips, teasing him as I pull the covers over us in a big tent, and squeeze his thighs between my knees, crouched over nose to nose. I feel myself getting aroused, craving him inside me, and work myself down onto him, taking his manhood into my pussy, appropriately enough, and gently riding him. I am not entirely awake but have plenty of energy, and before long am rolling my hips and hearing the floorboards creak under us. He really needs to fix that... I try not to make too much noise when we finish, but it's so quiet you could hear bugs fucking, and hope that whoever else crashed here is sound asleep. As soon as the last shudders die down, I start falling asleep...