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S'naar's sensitive nose twitched and he paused his careful folding and placing of towels and pillows on shelves. The spotted, quadrupedal khajiit had caught a scent he hadn't breathed in years. It was subtle under the other scent that flowed on the air currents from the front of the shop, but definitely there.

The stronger scent was that of somebody who ate nibbleweed. Nibbleweed was very attractive to khajiit as an herb to eat. It was designed that way by the mages who created it, hoping to reduce khajiit reproduction and their will to fight during the old wars. The plant staved off pregnancies at low doses, and with more eaten, also caused the consumer to smell very appealing to other khajiit. The plan was to have it become so common that all the khajiit would be too busy making love to fight the war, and the lack of kittens would mean no more khajiit in time.

The creators sorely underestimated the skill and knowledge of khajiit alchemists and willpower of the cat people as a whole though. They very quickly discerned the purpose and effects and bent the biological weapon to their own will and needs. The herb helped fighting groups take the edge off without risk of a round belly, while it could be avoided at home when families were wanted.

This person had eaten quite a lot though. The scent her body created tugged lightly at his loins even out here. The panther-sized khajiit suspected even S'kala up front was feeling the effects despite being female. It was a sign of desperate neediness. Of somebody wanting a deep pounding from anybody and everybody she could get under her tail.

Which was why the underlying scent was so unusual. Human. Female. And more importantly, somebody he knew. The towels were patted and left as he headed toward the front.

"Excuse me," a soft voice said in the front of the shop. "I was told that you could find out what my medicine is made of so I can get more."

S'naar could see the distaste on S'kala's face as he rounded the corner, then he spotted the human. Still a waif of a woman as she'd been as a girl, but also that open-eyed curiosity and bravery to take on anything. He'd helped Vallia's family when she was growing up and the two of them had been close friends. Though her family didn't know, he was only a few years older than she was. He'd been kidnapped as a kitten and treated as a pet until he was left alone for being too big. That made him have to grow up quickly, and helping the human family kept him fed and sheltered.

Her parents' accidental deaths weighed heavy on his heart even now. He still dreamt of the young girl's face when he delivered her to the only relative that could be found. He had no choice. With four feet on the ground, he was not a suitable guardian for her, according to the humans. The whole trip came with reassurances that everything would be fine. He still may never know how much of that was for her, and how much was for him.

They finally found her aunt, deep in the woods. Vallia obviously didn't want to stay with the old woman, but it was out of S'naar's hold. So he reassured her and comforted her and then turned and walked away, barely able to put one paw in front of the other.

Seeing her here, now, barely recognizable now as a woman from the child she once was, made him extremely happy. Had he not known her scent, she could easily have passed as a noble. But the nibbleweed scent also made him a little happy, and not in a way that he was happy about. It tugged only on the strings of his body - as it would all khajiit males - and made him wonder what had become of his friend.

"This one can easily tell from here what this... MEDICINE is," S'kala said disapprovingly. "Common nibbleweed, and far too much of it."

S'naar tilted his head. The woman held a small open jar, and he could smell its contents now. Herbs. Alchemical. But no nibbleweed. He shook his head and coughed lightly. "S'kala, this one smells no nibbleweed in that jar. Perhaps S'naar's dear friend Vallia is being misjudged on the medicine and deserves a chance."

"Naar?!" the woman exclaimed, her eyes widening and her features starting to find a joy that had been absent a moment ago. "Oh, wow! I thought I'd never see you again!" She set the jar on the counter in front of the female khajiit and ran over to him, hands fluttering as if she was afraid to touch him and find him to be naught but a ghost. Her words were much quieter than her excited voice hinted at.

"Vallia," he purred, bumping his head against her flighty palm.

The woman squeed just as adorably as she'd done as a child and grabbed his head for a hug. She was much taller now, but he was still much stronger, so he was happy to promptly sit and wrap a forepaw around her waist to return the embrace. Didn't help particularly that it put his nose near her groin and the thigh-length dress she was wearing didn't block the nibbleweed scent at all.

He purred a little, then smiled. "Leaving you with your aunt was difficult, even though it had to be done. This one is so glad to see you again, healthy and all grown up. Though strangely smelling so strongly of nibbleweed."

"Oh, that?" She huffed. "Auntie started insisting I eat nibbleweed every day. She said I didn't smell good enough without it. The herb tastes okay, so I'm fine with that. Much better than the medicine."

The two khajiit looked at each other, but both were at a loss about this.

Vallia sighed happily and let S'naar go, but hovered close to him. "Auntie was weird, but she took care of me. She said the medicine is very, very important. Now that is the last I have, and I haven't even taken any since I started traveling, so I need to know what it is so I can get more." Then she stretched and shuddered. "Also, if you have anything for soreness, it'd be nice. I've never ridden a horse before this trip."

The female khajiit took the jar and peered at it, but she was mollified and not angry anymore. More confused and intrigued, just like S'naar was. "Yes, this one will help. S'kala suggests that you get a massage from S'naar, and see if you need pain stopping herbs after that." She glanced at the front door. "It will also help prevent anybody from wanting to find out about the nibbleweed scent if they pass by."

Vallia smiled. "Okay, that works. It'll give me a chance to catch up with you, Naar. Lead the way!" She was much softer-spoken and quieter than she'd been as a child.

S'kala finally smiled, happy that the woman was excited to see the fourpaw. "This one will work on the medicine and let you know when she knows. This looks well-mixed. S'kala will not need a lot to assay, so some will be left if you need to take it when you know what it is." She left the sign on the counter that she'd be working in the back and took the jar into her workroom.

S'naar hmmed and turned to his workspace to the side, the human woman following him happily. It was adjacent, the open doorframe even with the back wall, though the back wall didn't continue from the end of the counter to his work area. A set of stairs led up to his and S'kala's sleeping area. They lived and worked together, though they were not in a relationship aside from work. "This one will of course give his dear friend a massage for free, and if you have no coin, will pay S'kala for assaying your medicine."

"What's that weird text at the bottom?" Vallia asked, pointing to his offerings and price sign as she swung her pack off her back and set it aside. He listed how long and what he would massage - legs, back, arms, shoulders, full body, and so on - and the prices for them.

"That is ta'agra," he said. "Khajiit language." He looked over her size and got a floor pad out for her.

"Oh! It's so swishy, I didn't recognize it after so long! Lessee..." The khajiit got a sinking feeling as she squinted at the glyphs. They were in khajiit script to keep humans from understanding them too often. "Natari duto shaseve zitay... rare... deep... Ooooo."

"Yes, a special massage this one gives, mostly to khajiit, when they really want such a rub, like if they are lonely," he said as he got down oils and towels. "Not requested very often." He'd been packing up for the day, so at least other customers would not interrupt him. He changed the subject since she hadn't reacted poorly to the special menu item. "Where are you sore?" he asked before getting the last towel in his maw.

"Mmm, my upper legs and tummy and lower back," she said, pulling her dress up to point to her thighs and inner thighs and rear and belly and back. She also showed off that she was bare skinned beneath it, something the khajiit understood was rare for humans. She looked at the oils. "I guess I should take this all the way off," she said, pulling the dress off over her head and then sitting on the floor pad to take off her boots and socks.

S'naar paused in mid-step at the view and dropped the towel in front of her. She wasn't hiding anything at all, and even though she was human, not khajiit, certain anatomy was perfectly compatible between the two species for entertainment purposes only. In fact, with her legs spread to remove her footwear, it was more like she was showing off rather than just not hiding anything. This definitely didn't help the poor cat when the scent was still tickling his nose.

"I'm so happy to see you," Vallia told him softly, scooting over to hug him before laying back. "So, do I get rubs, or are you too happy to see me to move?" she asked with a shy smile.

"Oh, yes!" The cat picked up the towel and then sat, carefully catching the corners with his forepaws to spread it, then draped it over her bare chest for her comfort. As he was unfolding a second one to put over her groin, she examined the first.

"What's this for?" she asked.

"To cover you so you can be comfortable," he replied.

She pshawed. "When I was younger, I had to cover myself even in the house because I was not an adult, Auntie said. I get it in public. People are weird. But this is just us and I'm an adult now. I'm fine." She pulled the towel off her chest and took the one he was trying to put over her groin and set them aside. "Do you still use your nose and mouth to massage like you used to do for my shoulder when I pulled it and it was sore?"

"Ah... y-yes," he admitted without thinking as he tried to get his mind together. He realized what he'd said a moment too late, so he focused promptly on her right leg near the knee with his front paws. He was very good at massaging, using his paws and mouth rather effectively to soothe sore muscles.

"Oh good. Horsing for days is way too much, and I'll really need it." She reached out to touch his flank and sift her fingers through his spotted fur as she closed her eyes.

"This one wonders... if your aunt said the medicine is important, why does she not make more for you?" he asked as he worked up her thigh.

"She didn't come back from getting supplies from town. I checked in town and she never made it there," the woman said quietly.

"Oh... oh dear... S'naar is sorry for this."

"It's okay, Naar. She was very old, and I knew it would happen some day. She said she had big plans for me, but now I'll never find out. I took care of the little house until I was short on medicine, then I realized I have to find out what it is, so I went looking, and now I'm here." Her fingers clenched on his flank. "I'm so glad too. You're the most wonderful person I know, and the last person I have in my life."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he kneaded on her other leg. "I'm glad you're here too, though this one does not know how much help he can be for you. But you are a beautiful woman now and you can make a life for yourself. And if it's nearby, S'naar will be very happy to see you often."

They were silent for some time as he kneaded her thighs and belly with his forepaws, and he could hear S'kala working with her alchemical equipment in the other room. It was very relaxing to be with his friend again, even if the nibbleweed tea had him thinking of things that he'd never thought about her before.

"Hey, Naar?" she murmured, and opened her eyes.

"Hmm?"

"You still have to do my back and the backs of my legs, but when you're done with that, can I have a special massage too?"

He was taken aback and stammered, "This... but..."

"I'm very lonely, and I really missed you," she said, playing with the fur on his side.

There was far too much speed in his heartbeat for him to hear the alchemy work bubbling now, but he took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm himself. "Khajiit will do this for you, yes," he purred.

Another deep breath and he went to get a peaked cushion from the shelf that was made for bipeds for this massage. "Sit up," he told her, and he put the pillow behind her when she did. "Now lay with the crook of your hips at the top."

She nodded silently and turned over, aligning her hips with the peak of the cushion so her rump was up at a delightful angle. "Oooo, this helps my back," she said happily, crossing her arms in front of herself to rest her head on.

While it was the nibbleweed scent and fighting back his desires before, now she wanted him to do things, so the feline was quickly starting to be aroused. He began kneading and massaging her lower back though to get the knots out of it as promised, and then down her bottom to the backs of her thighs. She was very quiet, but he heard the shaky breaths and knew she was enjoying his touch.

"You will need to spread your legs wide," he told her softly, nuzzling at the apex of her legs.

"Oh, yes, so you can reach the sore muscles there," she agreed dreamily, spreading her legs and revealing herself to him further.

Well, yes, that first. He realized he'd been lax on using his maw properly. After padding around behind her, he loafed between her legs and opened his muzzle, turning his head to the side to use the rounded fronts of his teeth and his tongue to massage the sore muscles of each inner thigh.

The woman's breaths became more relaxed and he realized that she really did need this for sore legs. He had no experience with riding horses, so it'd not occurred to him. But the closeness of her puss and the little gasps when his whiskers tickled the fine, red fuzz that covered her skin there had him growing more and more distracted, with the special, deep, inside massage high on his mind. A tiny part of him wondered if she was teasing him. Another wondered if perhaps she didn't really understand what the special massage really meant. Only one way to find out.

With the inner thighs soothed, he turned his head to the center, inhaling deeply of her female scent. It was pleasant. More so with their friendship in his mind. He didn't need the nibbleweed in her belly to want this. She was his dear friend. Even though she didn't know as well, they'd grown up together and that was something he held dear. His tongue slipped from his maw and lapped gently along her skin, pressing the fine fuzz flat. This was the moment of truth.

He heard her breath catch and a happy huff from her before she barely wiggled her hips. A second lick pressed between her folds and she let out the tiniest of gasps, lifting her rear to follow the lick. He purred. This was not a misunderstanding. Opening his maw wide, he took her entire groin into his jaws, pressing his tongue to split her lips and caress the sensitive flesh they hid. Especially that tiny little nub. Right. There.

The gasp was unmistakable and she bit back a moan as he continued, relaxing onto his chest and lifting his forepaws to hold her hips. This was not the entire massage itself. This was preparing her for the massage. Soon his tongue was avidly treating her sensitive folds, and somehow, despite the intense, concentrated tension of pleasure he felt in her muscles, she stayed rather still and surprisingly quiet. He'd never had a female get worked up so quickly from this before. She had more wet than his tongue gave her, and he was careful now to keep her from tumbling over the edge before the special part.

When she was panting and biting back her sounds, he realized she was very close to her peak, so he carefully and reluctantly pulled his tongue and maw away.

"Is... more?" she whispered as he purred deeply and carefully stood, stepping over her back and hunching his haunches toward her wet rear. He was more than ready to give her the deep, inside part of the massage now. The pool and dribbled string of precum from where he'd been laying on the mat, tracing to between her legs before a drop fell on the wet skin between her folds was sign enough of this.

S'naar slid his forepaws around her waist and lifted her just enough to line himself up, then he nudged forward. A tapered, feline tip tickled between human folds before lodging at the entry to greater depths. On a khajiit his size, his barbs were cartilage even though they were rather prominent. He could feel them being pressed back against his skin as he started to push and force his way into her hot grip.

Oh, sands, she was absolutely the tightest female he'd ever been in. Her body clenched, squeezing him, demanding that he force her open to delve deeper. She only barely gasped with every squeeze, still staying so very silent as he drove each inch in, but her wet hold on his shaft told everything about how much she loved this. S'naar wasn't sure how long he'd be able to last with how worked up he was and how tightly she stayed around him.

He glanced up at her back and the strands of red hair as his sheath fur tickled her lips. She was his dear friend, not just a customer coming in to scratch an itch. He strained against her inner grip and finished sinking his flesh deep, then slipped one paw from beneath her waist and put it on her shoulder, leaning forward to nose amongst her hair and nuzzle and lick at the back of her neck. This was special, not just work. He wanted her.

The slip out dragged his barbs within her depths, but she only squeaked, so very quiet, and squeezed more. Then he couldn't hold back. His strong haunches lurched and he began to pound her puss, forcing her body to take his in. He didn't hold back when she squeezed even tighter, especially when he realized her body was tensing and trembling, her breath held. Was she that worked up?

Her breath came out in a woosh and she gasped to fill her lungs again as she shuddered, squeezing him rhythmically when she tumbled over the edge. He couldn't take it. His jaws parted to grasp and hold her neck as he hilted a final time and ground against her. Fuzzy balls only made her squeeze and milk him harder as they jerked up with the buck of his shaft and spurt of his seed into her welcoming depths. The wet fur that covered them was smashed by his large balls against her sensitive nub with every pulse of his body as he let loose.

It took a while for them both to calm down and stop milking and pulsing respectively, and soon they were both panting as he slowly released her neck and licked it affectionately.

"That was amazing," she whispered. "I never knew a massage could be so wonderful. It must be your special skill."

The cat chuffed and purred, replying quietly. "Khajiit is honored to share that with you, dearest one. That was amazing sex indeed."

"What's sex?" she asked softly in return. "Can other people do that too?"

He froze and his belly churned in dismay. "Vallia, you are serious? You do not know what sex is?"

She shook her head and took a breath to get some air. "No. But if that's it, I like it a lot."

"You... sex... Breeding? Mating? Fornication? Making kitten... babies? You know none of these? What about rubbing yourself? Using fingers there? Or small things to feel nice?"

The woman shook her head again.

He winced as his shaft involuntarily throbbed and gave her a last, deep dribble of his juices. This just got complicated.

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"This so-called medicine is nearly just poison," S'kala said in a hushed whisper so as to not wake the woman sleeping upstairs.

S'naar looked up from the notebook. "What does it do?"

The female shook her head. "Many things, some that last forever. Serrana berry kills her womb. She will never bear children, nor bleed each moon. That cannot be healed. Karii sap blunts the mind. Anything she was told enough while under its effects became absolute truth and can never be overcome. Often used by cults in the past. Ciantha seeds numb the body to pleasure. Touch, heat, cold, pain, all else still can be felt, but while the ground seeds are in you, nothing can feel good. That fades quickly without dosing. And starflower, which blunts the desire to mate even more strongly than smelling nibbleweed in somebody sharpens it. Also fades over time. This one is not certain why both of the last were used. Both are bad for the body and either one alone would be effective."

The fourpaw winced. "That and this book explain it well then. This one is exhausted, and worried." He pushed the book away from himself and backed up to stretch, then sighed deeply. "S'naar will go upstairs to sleep and thanks you greatly for the help." He turned and padded up the stairs.

S'kala watched him go, then rubbed behind her ear and went to look at the still-open book. A journal, the current page bearing troubling ideas.

The mixture works, and she is nearly ready to be the perfect working woman. Complacent and compliant and kept unknowing, and enough nibbleweed in her to make her irresistible to any khajiit that passes through. Filling her with cat will fill my pockets with coin. It will be perfect.