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Joining the Fighters Guild

by Kendo Kawabata

The realms of Oblivion were tearing apart.

There was literally no other way for him to describe it. Lightning was flashing across the sky, more frequently and with more power then it normally did. The seas of molten fire and magma were churning, waves of pitch red crashing onto the shored of the blackened lands, burning all that they collapsed on.

The winds howled across the red and black skies, with such velocity that the rocks on the cliffs tumbled down and crashed onto the splitting earth, while the towers that stood proudly erect were forced over, crashing upong whatever lay beneath them.

And the Dremora were running around as fast as they could, each one not knowing which way was safe, only knowing that they daren't stop. A scream filled the air as one Dremora was crushed by a large boulder that seemed to fly out of nowhere, while anothers scream was cut off as the earth trembled underneath him, causing him to fall into the burning magma.

A large group ran across a bridge from one tower to another, braving the fierce winds that tried to knock them over. The stone underneath them trembled and crunched before it gave way, and the group screamed as they found themselves plummeting. One by one they landed on the ground and rocks below, the crunching of their bodies barely audible amongst the already noise filled world.

The Xivilai was scared.

Death and destruction was all around him as he himself ran, not knowing where to run. This had not been what he had hoped for. He had hoped to invade the realm of the mortals, the realm of Cyrrodiil, and bring their own death and destruction with them.

He panted as he ran, his bare feet thudding on the ground as the screams and roars of destruction echoed behind him. His demonic heart thudded painfully under his muscled chest as he fought for air. The sweat ran down his deeply purple skin as he felt the flames of the magma erupt around him.

"This...this cannot happen" he cried out as he continued to run. His legs grew heavier as he pumped them forward, each step made his muscles scream in agony and his heart felt as if was in a vice as he fought harder and harder for each breath to his lungs.

"Cannot.....can't.....can't die......like this...." He panted out as the ground trembled and roared under him. He chanced a look down and his heart and mind almost froze as he saw the huge crack in the ground split right underneath his feet. The crack grew as it flew along the ground, the crevice grew larger and larger and Xivilai almost fell over as the ground convulsed one last time before it settled down.

The demon could not run any further. Not just mentally, but he had reached the end of the border. He skidded to a halt as he gaped in disbelief at the sea of churning fire and magma in front of him.

"No....no, it can't end like this" he cried out as he sank to his knees, his legs unable to hold him up any further as he gasped for air. His throat convulsed and he grabbed it with his hand as he drew in not air, but the thick smoke that burned from behind and in front of him.

He felt the air starting to get thinner and thinner as the smoke grew thicker all around him. He opened his eyes and looked out onto the sea, but saw no smoke coming from there. Coughing as hard as he could to clear his lungs the Xivilai stood up on rubbery legs and turned around.

Fire.

Flames had consumed the realm of oblivion and the land itself was on fire. The grass, the boulders, the rock, and the Dremora and beasts were all on fire. The howls of the fires and the smoke roared around him as the sky thundered above him. The realm was tearing apart, and any moment, it would just blink out of existence.

Then he saw it. He saw the wall of fire rise up in the distance. The pitch black flames rose into the sky, the clouds themselves burned and the sky was alight with the darkest flames he had ever seen. The Xivilai fought for breath as he covered his eyes with his hand and watched as the wall of death flew towards him.

"By Lord Dagon...this cannot happen" he cried out as he felt the heat burn around him. His flesh began to sizzle and steam on his muscles, bubbles appeared on his fingers and down his arms before they spread across his body. The Xivilai screamed in agony as his flesh bubbled and burst open, blood splattering onto the scorched earth before the wall of fire struck him.

He had never known such agony before. His entire body, even his very being was burning. He watched as the flesh burned from his body, the skin turned black and crispy before it shattered into dust and blew away, leaving the muscles on his body exposed for just an instant before they started to melt.

The Xivilai screamed in agony as his body was slowly burning up and he cried out for anything, anyone to help him. He forced his eyes open as his flesh burned around him, and he saw...he saw rips. Rips in the fire. Rips of light that tore around him through the flames. He cried out and saw one rip right beside him, like it was ripping right through the barrier between that plane and the mortal realm.

The light touched his burning body and the flesh caught on fire. The flames spread across his body and he cried out in fresh agony as his being burned even more.

"NO.....I ....I WILL NOT END LIKE THIS" the Xivilai roared into the chaos around him as he stretched his flaming arm towards the rip. He roared again as the light touched his fingers and the flesh dissolved around his bones. He scrunched his face into a mask of rage and agony as he forced his body towards the rip.

He could see something through it. A room....a room in a house....someone was there...someone was there....just beyond his reach....With a final howl of agony the Xivilai touched the rip with the remains of his hand and the light burst through. The light surrounded the darkness around him and enveloped him. And then he knew nothing.

He slowly opened his eyes. His body ached all over. There was a softenss underneath him, but it felt out of place. His eyes did not focus right away as he slowly turned his head from left to right, trying to see what was around him.

Brown. There was the colour brown all around him. And blue. Where was blue coming from? Brown and Blue...he knew the colours, but had rarely seen them. Why were they there? And why was it so soft underneath him?

He blinked and the fuzziness in his eyes vanished and he could see again. He could see a ceiling above him. A ceiling? There was a ceiling above him? And it looked like it was made out of wood. Wood? Where did they get wood in Oblivion?

Oblivion....

He suddenly sat upright, his heart thudded like crazy. The world was ending around him. He had to get out. He was on fire. He was burning. He was dying....

He was on a bed.

A bed? He slowly looked down and saw the sheets that covered his body. They was soft and warmish. But once he realised they were sheets he realised they were itchy too. And the mattress was soft indeed, but it was lumpy. Like it was cheap.

"What by the Dark Lords grace happened?" he said out loud as he looked around. He was in a cramped wooden little room. That explained the brown. And there was a window beside him. It was open. Curious for a moment, he peeked through it. It was daylight outside. But most of his view was obscured by what looked like a river and a very high wall.

"Where in hells name am I?" he wondered to himself as he drew the blankets from ontop of him. But his skin prickled as he saw what laid underneath the itchy material.

His legs had fur.

"What the fuck?" he shouted out loud. His heart resumed its frantic frightened beating as he leapt out of the bed and ran from the room. He found himself in the room over. It was a cramped little room, barely enough room to swing a cat, but for the moment he didn't care. Something was seriously wrong here and he had to know what was going on.

"What the fuck is going on?" he shouted out loud as he tore at his hair. "What the fuck happened? What the fuck has happened to me?" he screamed as he clawed painfully at his hair and his face.

A loud thudding noise above him stopped him in his tracks, which was followed by a loud voice.

"Would you keep it down in there you stupid cat? Stop making all that noise or I'll call the guard."

"Oh shit, I've pissed her off again" he thought almost at once...and his heart skipped a beat.

"Wait...how did I know it's a she?" he thought to himself as he slowly brought his hands down from his head and stood there for a moment. "That's my neighbour upstairs" he said quietly to himself. "But how do I know that?"

He took a moment to look around as he tried to figure it out. The room was cramped and small. A few pieces of furniture, but nothing special. A fireplace that wasn't going, a couple of empty bookcases, a cupboard, and a table set for two. The table was set with clay bowls and plates, and some wrenched looking cutlery. There really wasn't all that much to the house.

"I've always been poor, and this was all I could afford" he said quietly to himself. But how did he know that? How could he know that about a house he had never been into before?

And what the heck was he doing in fur anyway?

He walked back into the bedroom, but he stopped when he felt something slap against his thigh. He looked down and for the first time he realised he was naked. And he had a tail. A thick looking tail that swung around the back of his legs. Could he possibly be......

He went into the bedroom and grabbed the glass window and pulled it back so the window closed. He peered into the glass and he saw his reflection.

A Kahjiit stared back at him. He was tawny gold, and his face as squarish, but very handsome. He had clear green eyes that looked like bottled glass, and his hair was long and wavy, almost a pur gold.

"What happened to me?" he wondered out loud, and saw the cats lips move in time to his own. He blinked, and so did the reflection. He brought a clawed hand up and waved it. The reflection raised ah and and waved it back. Yep, there was no doubt that the kahjiit in the glass was himself.

"So, I'm a cat. How did that happen?" he wondered to himself as he turned around and sat his naked butt on the bed. He placed his head in his hands and closed his eyes.

"Remember...try and remember" he though to himself.

He remember the flames. He had been in the Oblivion realm and it had been tearing down around him. The fires had burned everything before consuming him and tried to burn him to death....

But he had also been brushing his teeth in the bowl on the porch outside, and had also washed his hair too. Then he had gotten undressed to get some sleep before heading out tomorrow.

He screwed his eyes closed more and thought again.

Three days ago he had been in the Oblivion Realm, eagerly awaiting the opening of the gate with the rest of the dremora, knowing that any day now they would be able to enter the human realm and conquer everything they saw.

But he had also been swimming in the canal, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of an argonian female that everyone called City Swimmer. He had swum up and down the canal in just his underwear, but had failed to see her at all.

"What about yesterday?" he thought as he shook his head a little. "What happened yesterday?" he thought as he dug his claws into his scalp.

Yesterday, they had received the news that the Lord Dahgon had been destroyed by the mortal Emporer, Uriel Septim. The news had been met with disbelief and much dismay, but no-one could believe it had been true at all. That when they had received word that the planes of Oblivion were falling, with no ruler to hold them.

But he remembered going to the Fighters Guild chapter in the city. That's right, he lived in Bravil, the asshole of Cyrrodiil. He had been so bored with being poor and nothing happening, that he had gone to the guild chapter to seek employment, but he had been enraged with told to travel all the way to Anvil to see someone named Azzan, or go to Cheydinhal and see someone called Burz gro-Kash.

HE slowly sank onto his back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Why could he not remember what happened in his life without remembering things about this life? Why was he in this life, as a Kahjiit now? What was happening?

The rip... The rip had to do with it. He looked up the ceiling as he thought about it. The rip had opened between the planes of existence, and he had reached for it. He had reached into this world.....and had been put into a Kahjiit.

"I asked for help....and I was given someone elses life to live" he thought to himself as he idly ran a hand across his chest. It felt funny having fur, but it felt even funnier to consider having a mortal life.

Mortall....

"Oh fuck. This is not what I wanted" He swore out loud. "I didn't want to die, yes, but not have a fucked up life like this" he said out loud. "Man, this is some weird shit" he said as he shook his head.

"I said keep it down in there" came the voice from upstairs, plus some more banging of whatever she was hitting the floor with.

"Oh shut up you bloated old gas bag" he shouted up at her, angry at her constant interruption everytime he did something. He was in no mood to be pissed off with an old bag like her.

"This is just too freaking crazy" he thought to himself. With every passing moment, more of his old life as a Xivilai was fading, and more of his life as a Kahjiit was becoming more clearer. But only parts of his past life were disappearing.

The loyalty to the Lord Dagon. The hatred for mortalkind. The pure evil inside his heart. Wanting nothing but pain and destruction and death to be his only reasons to live.

Just factors like that were disappearing. He thought about his powers as he ran a hand along his thigh. He thought about the strength he used to have. He didn't feel all that strong anymore. And he didn't remember ever carrying anything like a weapon around Bravil.

He thought about his powers. Like the ability to summon the lizard runts known as Clanfear, and the fiery steel beings called the Flame Atronachs. But, the Kahjiit didn't know any usefull spells. All he really knew was a fireball spell to get the fireplace going.

"So this is my mortal life" he thought to himself as he stroked his furry thigh idly. This was what it was like to be mortal. It didn't feel right to him, not at first. But each time he ran his fingers through his new fur, the more he felt in the right place. The more he thought that Oblivion was wrong, and the more he thought that Cyrrodiil was his homeland.

Gradually, as he stroked his thigh, he forgot what it was like to be a demon. But he knew he used to be one. That part would not go away. That fact and that fact alone refused to budge. But that seemed all that he was able to hold onto. That he used to be a Xivilai.

"So what do I do now?" he asked himself. He sounded so calm to himself now, when just a few minutes ago he had been pulling his hair out, and around half an hour ago he had been in agony.

"What am I supposed to do now?" he asked aloud. When he was a demon, he knew his purpose. It had been to follow the Lord Dagon and bring death to everything he knew. But now...now it seemed so pointless.

His ears perked up a little as his fingers found something new to stroke. He looked down and saw that his fingers were now pressed against his cock.

He knew what cocks were, and what they were for. After all, when waiting for the next invasion, the Dremora had to pass the time somehow. And usuallly it ended up with everyone and everything in a large orgy out on the plains, where demons, dremora and the beasts would convulse and writhe in a large pile of sweating flesh and hot juices.

But now, as a Kahjiit, he knew that he had never had sex before. His cock, although stroked many times, had yet to penetrate anything. Likewise, his tailhole had yet to be deflowered.

A slight smirk crawled across his face as he thought of that fact. He had been reborn as a virgin kitty. What were the odds?

He slowly wrapped his fingers around his new kittyhood and gave it a squeeze. It was pretty average. Of course, as a Xivilai he had been used to feeling the equivalent of a club swinging under his loincloth as he walked, but now he was barely more then a handful. He closed his fingers around his shaft as he felt it start to fill and it just covered to under the head.

"By the Nine, I've really lucked out" he said to himself as he squeezed his sex organ. By the Nine? First time he had ever said that in a positive way, but it felt normal now....

He felt something. Something had twitched inside him and he had felt something...change?

Something felt different on him now. He gave his cock another squeeze and slipped his other hand down to his balls and felt them. They were normal for a cock this size, nothing really special. They could be a little bigger....

There it was again. It was another twitch. Another twitch inside him, but now his fingers felt warm. Like they had been near a flame. And they continued to be warm as he rubbed his balls. But now his balls felt different. They felt...bigger.

"What the hell?" he said as he spread his legs and bent over to look more closely. He was able to bend pretty far down, thanks being to Kahjiit being nice and flezible. He moved his cock away and looked down at his balls.

"Are they getting bigger?" he said as he peered at his furry sack. At first, they looked nothing special, but when he thought about them getting bigger, he saw them bulge a little. His eyes grew wide as his fingers were spread as he watched his balls literally swell up right in front of his nose.

"Fuck...." He whispered as he watched them grow. In only a matter of moments, they had gone from the size of eggs to the size of the apples on the table in the next room. His fingers were spread apart as a moment later they both barely fit in his palm, and then only one could fit. And they felt so heavy too.

"Ok.... You can stop now" he said aloud, but they obviously didn't listen as they continued to swell further.

"STOP" he shouted in his mind and he felt the twitch and his fingers grew warm. Then his balls stopped. He let them fall out of his hand and they hung so heavily between his legs, over the edge of the bed.

"Oh god" he moaned as he felt them dangle, sending a surge of pleasure through his loins. Ohh, it felt so good to have such huge balls again. Then he thought. He had managed to change them simply by thinking about it.

No, not that simple. He let go of his cock and stared at it. It looked so miniscule beside those huge cum filled orbs.

"Grow" he thought as he started at his cock. But nothing happened. No twitched, no warmth, and no growth. "Hmmm" he thought for a moment.

He then wrapped his fingers around his cock again and held it as he rethought the command. A twitch, a rush of warmth to his fingers and his cock swelled

He had to bring his head back as he watched his cock grow like a python through his fingers. His fingers were again stretched as the thick organ swirled in girth and became thicker then before, and his cock continued to lengthen as it pulsed with newly found blood. And it felt soo good too.

"Oh fuck" he moaned as he began to slide his hand up and down the rapidly growing shaft. Each squeeze and stroke made his cock throb in pleasure as he closed his eyes for a moment.

He opened them again as he thought for the growth to stop and he looked down at his newly grown cock.

It was as hard as steel and laid across his stomach, the head just poking at his chest. He could barely touch his fingertips with his fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, and it throbbed with blood as he squeezed.

He shuddered all over as he moaned in pleasure as he reached down with his other hand and rubbed his balls as he dragged his hand slowly up and down the thick shaft.

"Ohh..so good" he moaned as he shivered all over. He looked at the cockhead and saw the slit open and a dribble of thick pre dripped down onto the fur on his chest. He found himself purring, a delightful noise he found as he leaned his head forward and licked slowly at the top.

"Mmmm" he purred out loud as he found himself liking the taste of his clear seed. He was no stranger to a males cum, having had it many times in the Oblivion planes. But his own seed always had tasted the best. And now it really was the best.

He opened his mouth and sank his head down on the thick cockhead in front of him. He suckled firmly as he ran his tongue over the smooth skinned head, purring al lthe while as he felt the pre leak steadily into his mouth. He gulped it down and purred even harder as he enjoyed his taste.

His hand continued to stroke the thick shaft as he fed himself. He could feel each pulse of the mighty tool as it pumped his mouth full of sweet pre. His other hand fondled the huge nuts that dangled over the edge of the bed. He could feel them churn against the furry sac as he rolled them around in his palm.

"By the gods..." he thought to himself as he bent down a bit further, a few more inches sank into his mouth and the head of his cock tickled at the back of his throat. He closed his eyes and moaned even harder as he strokd the thick shaft more firmly. He moaned and purred around the hard shaft as he bobbed his head slowly up and down, feeding himself on his thick pre.

His hand let go of his balls and wandered more down south, between and under his legs. He spread his legs more firmly and laid down on the bed with his legs in the air. His fingers slipped into the crack of his ass and he moaned and writhed on the bed as he felt his tailhole.

"OH FUCK" he moaned out loud as he penetrated himself. He felt soo tight against his fingers and his tail bristled as he slid a finger all the way inside of him. He quivered all over as his balls churned and his mighty shaft throbbed in his mouth as his seed erupted.

His eyes and cheeks bulged as he felt himself cumming. He was surprised for a moment before his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the enormous wave of pleasure that ran through his body. His cheeks bulged as the seed flooded into his mouth. His mouth reached capacity and the thick white cream began to leak from the cornors of his mouth before he gulped it down.

But it still came. He felt himself receive a second full mouthful that he gulped down eagerly, and then he almost received a third , but it was more managable as he drank it down. The fourth was barely a mouthful itself and the fifth was just a slow trickle of what was left.

"Fuck....me" he panted as he let go of his cock. The thick shaft began to slowly soften up as it shrank against his stomach, a small drop of two leaked from the shaft as it rested against his fur.

"Man....mortals have it so good" he moaned as he slid the finger from his rear and moaned from the sudden emptiness he felt.

His ears perked as he heard the knocking on his front door. For a moment he wondered who could possibly be wanting to visit. And why they had to pick now.

"Open this door in name of the Bravil Guard" came the voice from the front door.

Oh shit. He quickly jumped out of the bed and started to search for his clothes. He racked his newfound memories and remembered stashing some under the bed. He knelt on the floor and reached under, finding a pair of sack cloth pants and a cheap looking shirt and clogs.

"Man, I'm dirt poor in this realm" he thought to himself as he pulled the pants over his legs. He managed to get them on as the knocking continued. He suddenly realised he wasn't wearing underwear, and his new cock and balls were bulging obscenely in the pants. In fact, it looked almost like a third leg that reached halfway down his thigh.

"Open up, or I'll force the door" came the voice.

"I'm coming, I'm coming" He shouted as he pulled the shirt over his head and yanked it down over his torso. He pulled it down as far as he could to cover up his bulge, and figured it would have to do.

"Can I help you?" He asked as he opened the door to the house. Standing there was an Imperial man, one of the Bravil Guards. His memories told him that Imperials were always the guards of the cities, since that was all they ever seemed to do.

"I have a complaint of the residant upstairs, Mr Kai" the Imperial said as he stood in the doorway. Kai? Oh, so that was what his name was. Funny, he had not thought to check his memories for that detail. But then again, Xivilai never really cared for names. Names were something you put on a tombstone.

"A complaint? What for?" Kai asked as he searched the memories again. He couldn't find any formal warning or dispution over the last few days.

"Your neighbour complained of noises today. She apparently warned you" the guard said. It was amazing how his face never changed expression.

"She's always complaining. I have had a bit of a rough day, that is all" Kai said as he made to close the door.

"I'm afraid that isn't all" the redguard said. "I'm going to have to fine you for noise pollution, and bring you in to charge you."

Kai said nothing as he stared at the Imperial. Fine him for shouting? If his memories served him right, the bitch upstairs was always screaming, and he rarely did. 'What are you really thinking?' he thought to himself as he stared at the guard in the doorway.

"I'm gonna bring your bitch ass in and make you my bitch kitty" the Imperial thought.

Thought? Kai raised his eyebrows a little. He had not seen the Imperial move his lips at all, nor had he even spoke. But Kai had heard the voice in the back of his mind. He had just read the Imperials thought.

'Tell me the truth' he thought as he continued to stare at the Imperial.

"I'm not going to fine you. I'm going to rape your ass in the jail cell and make you the jailhouse bitch for every recruit we have" was what he heard as he read the Imperials thoughts.

Kais' eyes grew wide as his tail bristled in anger to what he heard.

"Your going to make me the jailhouse bitch?" he said angrily as he stared at the imperial. The guard gaped in shock, having him just hear what the Kahjiit told him. The shock on his face was all that was needed to convince Kai that it wasn't his imagination.

'DIE" he thought as he hissed at the Imperial.

The Imperial went to speak, but his voice caught in his throat for a moment. He reached up to clutch at his chest through his chainmail tunic, but took a few steps backwards. His legs hit the guard rail in front of the house and he toppled over backwards without another word.

'That's right, I live at the waterfront' Kai thought as he remembered where his house was, but the splash from below startled him as he went to the railing and leaned over.

The Imperial floated briefly in the water, his face a permanent expression of shock horror before the weight of his clothing sank him like a stone to the rivers bottom. Kai slowly stood up and looked around, thinking for just a moment that he had been seen.

But no-one else was there. There was no other guard, no spectators, not even the bitch upstairs had bothered to check to see if he had been dealt with.

Kai turned around slowly and walked back into the house. He shut the door behind him and made his way to the table in the middle of the house. Kai picked up the cracked clay goblet from the table and looked at it.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the colour began to change, turning from brown to a shinier colour of metal. The cracks vanished and it grew heavier as the clay became a dazzling silver.

"So, I can change myself, and other things, if I'm touching it" he said as he set down the silver goblet and placed his hand back on the bulge in his pants and began to rub it slowly. He could feel the thick length pulse through the material .

"I can read peoples thoughts if I wanted to, and I can kill them, all by thinking about it" he said with a smile as he purred softly from the pleasure in his loins. He closed his eyes and rubbed himself as he knew what he was going to do next.

He was going to join the Fighters Guild, and have some fun along the way.