Chapter 1

The Gold Road in winter is a lonely place to be. Most people stay indoors during that time, so the road is polluted with Beasts and Bandits. Not to mention the surplus number of corrupt imperial watchmen, who wait, hoping for a lone traveller or girl, to rob or rape. And in some extreme cases, both. Nefaria, a Breton Spell-sword for Hire, had had more than enough of the Imperial Legion. Their failure to protect the people was what inspired her to wander the land, looking for wrongs to right and Citizens to avenge. She had gotten this idea as a child. On the estate of her parents sizely mansion. She wasn't a child of poverty, she had an expensive upbringing, being taken to all the best schools, with all the best tutors, and, with time, all the best grades. It was a sunny Loredas morning, and Nefaria had awoken to the sound of excitement. Her father, a mage and a good friend to the Arch-Mage had been invited to a dinner with the count of Skingrad himself. Being a Mage, he had known all to well about the counts... persuasion., and , to his credit, never looked down upon, or feared him for it. He was ecstatic. No-one ever got to meet the count of skingrad. The conversation had gotten louder, as Nefaria had walked down the two flights of stairs, rubbing her eyes as she did so.
As her mother spotted her she shouted “oh! Amelia, you'll never guess, we've been invited to dinner with Count Hassildor, isn't it amazing!” alas, Nefaria was not her real name, she had taken it, because her family were very famous, in the family of a Convict-Turn Adventurer and had something to do with daedric gods and the assassination of the empire, Nefaria, or rather, Amelia, did not know the details, nor did she want to, History had always bored her. “yay.” she said, no emotion in her voice, but a child of 10 and she was already being sarcastic. “this is very important!” he mother said, “now, have breakfast and try not to tire yourself out. This is a very important meeting for your father, and we don't need you falling asleep like you did when we met the count of Cheydinhal.” Amelia did as she asked, not wanting to anger the beast that was her mother. She sat down, and grabbed a sweet roll from the plate in front of her. “AMELIA! That is not how we eat in this house!” her mother screamed. She was clearly stressed about today, and Amelia put the sweet roll back, and picked up her cutlery. Her Father folded the newspaper he was reading, picked the sweet-roll up and put it on Amelia's plate. “oh, let the girl enjoy herself, won't you? Take some food and calm down. And you, Amelia, Don't antagonise your mother. She's very worried that we'll both have fun” he laughed. Amelia giggled and took the sweetroll from her plate, and even her mother couldn't help but crack a smile. After they had finished breakfast, Amelia spent the day in her room, and an hour before dinner, she got ready. Wearing her finest Spider-Daedra Silk dress, she came downstairs. “can we go father, can we, can we?!” she shouted, excitedly. “hush, we'll go soon. Your mother is making sure the count doesn't think Ive trained an ogre in the place of a wife.” her father said, encouraged by Amelia's Beaming smile. Her mother entered the room, and signalled them to go, they left the house and walked to the castle. It was getting dark, and Amelia would look around for thing to stop her from getting bored. As they passed an alleyway, she spotted the outline of a woman, kneeling in front of a man, her head making a certain back and forth motion. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her parents continued on for a few steps, before looking behind. “come along amelia or we'll be-” her mother paused at the sight. “amelia, you shouldn't be looking” her mother said. “why? That woman must've
dropped her change, and needs help, but that man isn't helping her.we should help!” amelia said, not fully sure of what was going on. “now, now, do as your ogre-mother. Says” her father smiled. Amelia giggled as her mother shot daggers at him, with a “we need to talk later” look in her eye. They finally made it to the castle, and were hurried in, sitting at the table, before the count had arrived. Four chairs. Hassildors and her fathers at each end, and her in line with her mothers at the sides. They sat and waited. Finally, the click of locks unbolting and footsteps approaching, her father stood. “Lord Hassildor! A pleasure” her father said, bowing his head. “the pleasure is mine, and please, call me Janus” the count said. They sat for dinner and the finest foods were brought to them. Everyone except Amelia ate, as she was wolfing down her meal. “ha-ha, quite the appetite you have there, my dear” the count said. “thank you?” amelia replied. “you must be very energetic, to run around like that. You remind me of someone I used to know. Did you know, that he cured my wife of Vampirism?!” he glanced to her father, red eyes glinting in the dim light. “i had heard of that, yes.” amelia spoke. “are you an only child my dear?” he asked her, and her father spoke for her “i'm afraid so, we left it too late, and by the time she was born, the divines decided that was enough.” he father spoke, a tone of sadness in her voice. “well, in that case my dear, I have someone you may want to meet” the count smiled.

“T'syia! Come here!” he shouted. Silence, then the pitter patter of foot steps. “yes, daddy?” The white Khajiit with black spots asked. She was a Snow Khajiit. From the mountains of skyrim. Janus looked at Amelia's father “she was the daughter of on of my wives handmaidens. Unfortunately, her mother died during child birth, and she never knew the father. I was hoping that she was magic-born, as her mothers father was a powerful mage. And seeing as her mother wasn't, I assumed it'd skipped a generation. But no, she has no magic. She is, however, as very talented acrobat, and likes to play hide and seek with my things. I've told her, she can only do that here, so she will understand that out in town, she'd be arrested.” he said, looking T'syia and then Amelia. Then back, and forth. “i don't. I don't fully understand what you're getting at” her father said. “what i'm getting at, is” Janus said, irritated “you're child is alone. She has no-one her age. T'syia is alone. She has no-one her age. By the divines, she has no-one. Take. Her.” he contiuned. “i. I. I don't. I don't know that we should.” her father said. “i can't keep her here, eventually, she will get curious, and my gardens will not sate it. She will go around town, and people will start rumours, they will demand to see me, and my true. Nature. Will be revealed..” he said. “but what if she doesn't want to-” he father began, cut off by Janus shouting “i'll pay you 2,000 septims a month.” and without missing a beat, her father grinned and replied “done!”

Amelia's family returned home, this time with a plus one. They moved a second bed into Amelia's room and as night finally fell the two finally started talking. “h-hello.” T'syia said. “hi.” Amelia replied bluntly “how're you?” asked the cat. “i'm great! I finally have someone to play with! I get so bored on my own. I'm relieved that you're here now!!” amelia shouted, hugging T'syia. “I-I like it here too. But i'm kinda tired. Can I sleep?” she replied, slightly blushing. “of course, you silly! I'll talk to you in the morning. Night!!” Amelia said, getting under the covers, and letting sleep wash over
her.

When morning came, T'syia wasn't in her bed. Rubbing her eyes, Amelia decided to go look for her. She was in the Kitchen. Preparing a literal feast. “what are you doing?” amelia asked, mouth agape. “ I wanted to say thank you, for all of you. For letting me stay here.” T'syia said. As she set the table Amelia rushed off. She heard her parents rising. And rushed upstairs. “daddy, daddy, look at what she did!” she shouted. “making trouble already, I see.” her mother muttered. “darling” her father said. “go see what she's on about” her father said. As amelia dragged her mother downstairs, T'syia had finished the meals. “ oh my. This is. Astounding!” her mother said. T'syia blushed, as Amelia's mother called her husband and they settled down to eat. After the meal, Amelia's father said “could you two go to the traders and get us some milk and venison. We appear to have run out.” he said, looking at T'syia. “oh, of course, of course” she said. “come on, let's go. “ she said to amelia. And with that, they left. “ I am so sorry, but i've forgotten your name.” Amelia said to her, as they continued walking. “it's T'syia.” she said. Turning to Amelia. “oh. That's a really pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty kitty. Oh! Pretty kitty! That's what i'll call you!” amelia shouted. “Pretty kitty? Yeah, I could market that.” said a voice from an alley. “who's there?” she shouted, slightly scared. A cloaked man emerged from the alley. You don't need to know. What you do need to know, is that your little pet there, is going to come with me.” he said. “she's going to work for me. Servicing my clients.” he said. “no. i'm not.” T'syia said, confused. “oh, yes you are. And you are going to get fucked. Again and again. And I honestly don't care wheter you like it or not.” the man said. “what?! No!” she screamed. In response, the man drew a steel dagger. T'syia instantly was silent. She started to sob. The man when to grab her, and amelia, who was mostly silent screamed “NO!!!” and tried to push him away. Instead, her rage had consumed her, and in response, lightning shot from her touch, and the man flew down the street and with a sickening crack, fifty feet away he landed on his head, snapping his neck. His body lay there. Spasming. The guard had seen this, and knew the family the two girls belonged two. “by the nine divines! That was amazing! Quickly you two. Let's get you home” they were sat in the living room. In silence. They both had trails of tears down their faces as Amelia's father entered the room. “don't worry you aren't in trouble. But I need to talk to you, amelia. You used a lightning spell on that man. I didn't think you possessed magic. But you do. And you know what that means, don't you?” he said. “it means I have to go away, doesn't it?” amelia said, sobbing. “i'm afraid so child. But not just yet, my dear. When you are eighteen, you will have to go to the arcane university and learn to control your special talent.” he said, solemnly. “oh.” she said, starting to sob.”and that means that T'syia can't come, doesn't it?” I am afraid so. But, not just yet, my dear. Not just yet.” we still have time. But you have to remember. Don't get too angry. If you lose it, you'll be arrested and killed. I'm sorry I have to put it that way. But that's just how it is.” amelia had stopped crying. “i understand” she said. “ok. Good.i'll leave you to it.” said her dad, as he got up and left. “you. You saved me.” said T'syia “i don't want you to go.” she said about to cry. “it's fine. We have 6 years yet. We can still enjoy ourselves. I don't have to go now.” she said. Comforting t'syia. “and don't worry. I'll always remember you and come back for you. You are my pretty kitty” she smiled. Blushing and smiling, T'syia tightly hugged Amelia. The six years until Amelia had to leave went by quickly they had both become very close friends and talked to each other about everything. School. Teachers. Clothes. Boys and then later, on T'syia's behalf, girls too. And eventually, Amelia saw thing from her point of view, and started talking about girls too. And then, as quick as that. Amelia's eighteenth birthday had been and gone, and on the weekend she had her stuff packed and was ready to leave. She had said goodbye to her father, as her mother was sick of her father amusing his daughter at her expense. The ancestor of her father, who was his great, great grandfather, had left the house to her father in his will. He was blessed by the gods to have unbelievably long life, and died when he was nearly two hundred. He died on a run, as he was very, very energetic.

Years had passed. Amelia had become a Master of Destruction magic and all round journeyman of the other areas. T'syia had become a member of the theives guild, and some say a member of the dark brotherhood. She had continued to live with Amelia's Parents, operatining from the basement. Then, one day, Amelia received a letter. “My dearest Amelia, I have been following your progress as a mage and I must say, I am amazed. The little girl I used to know has be come an astounding young woman. That is why I must ask for you to come down to skingrad and become my assisstant. I can teach you much, and you will be paid well. Also, I believe your parents and T'syia would love to see you. I believe she misses you greatly. I look forward to your response, sincerely, Janus Hassildor” she smiled as she read this. And decided to reply. “Janus, I see you are still alive, when are you going to kick it, you old coot? Joking aside, I, frankly, would love to become your assistant. I shall make my way to you post-haste. Yours, Amelia Blackwing” and at that moment, she had an amazing idea. She should deliver the letter herself. That way, she can see his face, and get to see her family and T'syia as quick as possible. She went straight to the archmage and asked to go. She simply said “go, quickly. And have fun” she was beaming all the way to the stables. She got her white horse out of the stable and quickly galloped out the university grounds and down the street. She almost got to the long stretch of the Gold Road when she was met by a barricade. A single Imperial guard was standing there a shouted “stop!” she quickly pulled the reins and the horse halted. “sorry, can't let you go any further. Serious outbreak of horse blight.” he said. “what?” she asked, she'd never heard of that disease before, and had only heard of the Blight in Vvardenfell. “tell you what” the guard said “i'll take your horse back to the stables and get him dosed up on an antidote. Be about 4 hours, can you wait?” he asked. “well, I’d prefer not to. But, I will I have have to.” smiling, the guard said “ok. I'll be back in four hours. You stay here.” he said, mounting the horse and galloping off. Sighing, she sat down, and waiting patiently.

4 hours passed, and just as she was about to get up to leave she heard “where you going, darlin?” in a raspy tone. Sighing once more, and mumbling “horse theives” she turned to see 4 men. 2 argonians a bosmer and an imperial. “ a nice little breton like you shouldn't be out here all alone. Maybe we can protect you.” shouted one of the argonians, an entirely red one with bright green patches over the eyes, with rows of horns moving it's way to the back of it's head. “yeah.” the other argonian said. This one was more orange with lighter green patches to the sides of its mouth. “i'd like to protect you.” the imperial said. He had a goatee and think brown hair tied into a ponytail. “no, you're fine. I'm more than capable of looking after myself.” she said. Annoyed. She knew what they wanted. It's something she'd been dealing with ever since she moved to the imperial city. Men who thought they could get everything. And her fellow mages wondered why she prefered girls. “ I honestly doubt you could be prepared for what will be ahead. It's dangerous.” the imperial said, to nods of the others. “look, I know what you clowns want, and I can tell you. With certainty. That it. Is not. Going. To happen. Now leave, before I fry your eyes, with my mind.” the first argonian nodded. And with that, two men came from behind and grabbed her arms. She struggled and continued to struggle while the argonian talked “this is how it's gonna happen. We are going to take turns in fucking you, and you can't do shit about it. Understood?” he asked. By this point, she had stopped struggling and was smiling on one side of her mouth. “sure. Hell, i'll even show you something I learnt as a kid now if you want.” she laughed. The argonian, confused said “ok..” and as soon as she heard that, she fired lightning from her fingers into the two men holding her. They flew to either side, and landed, spasming. She produced a fireball from between her hands. And launched it. It hit the imperial. It melted through his steel armour and left a gaping hole. He looked down, and dropped. She was about to use an illusion spell to make the bosmer think he was drowning, but when she tried it, a knife flew from behind her shoulder and hit him inbetween the eyes. He dropped like a stone in a pond. She looked behind, and saw a figure cloaked in black. It started sprinting and leapt over Amelia and with a quick flourish cut of the argonians fin, booted him into the second and threw a shortsword. It went through both and the blade became lodged. As they both dropped, the sword stuck. And Then there was one. “who the fuck do you think you are? Ambushing and nearly raping a lonely traveller, just going about her business. You deserve death. no. you deserve worse.” She quickly threw out her arm and a small piece of glass stuck in the argonians throat.he gripped his neck as she withdrew the shard. “that is a debillitating poison. I perfected it over the years so that it slowly kills you. You will be in excruciating agony for the next ten years where your organs will slowly shut down. And on this day, in ten years, you brain will shut off. And that, will be the greatest day of my life.” she said. He gurgled in response, and tried to ran, he fell several times, and retreated into the water.

“I guess I should say thanks.” said amelia. “no need. I enjoy helping others. Despite my line of work.” said the hooded figure. “and what, would that be?” asked amelia. “if I told you. I’d have to- actually, I work for the thieves guild” the hooded figure responded. “those fools were right about something though, this road isn't safe. Especially at night. I tell you what, I have a camp about half a mile up the road. There’s a fire, there’s warm clothes. Especially since it's winter. We can make camp there. You can stay till morning and you can go to wherever you're going. “um. Ok” said amelia, and she followed the hooded figure to it's camp. “so. um. Do you're parents know what you do?” amelia asked, trying to bring life to an otherwise silent camp. “my mother is dead and I don't know my father. I was born in skyrim, I was brought up, in skingrad. By some very nice people.” said the hooded figure, stirring some broth. “oh?!” said amelia, excitedly “who? I might know them!” she paused, waiting for a name from school. Or maybe an old friend. And then the hooded figure removed it's robe revealing stitched black armour. It was a she. And she was a khajiit. She had white-grey skin with black spots. Her ice blue eyes shone in the darkness that circled around her eyes.
Amelia's eyes widened “T'syia!!” she screamed as she ran towards her old friend and embraced her tightly. “it's so nice to see you! I've missed you so much. How've you been, what have you been doing, how's my dad, it's great to see you!!” she screamed, crying with happiness. “it's great to see you too. I've been great, nothing much. He's fine and yeah, you too.” she laughed. “if I had known it was you in that robe, I would have leapt on you i’ve missed you so much!!” Amelia cried. “now that, is an idea I can get behind.” T'syia winked. Confused, Amelia decided to ignore the gesture and said “i was so lonely! I even got a cat and named it after you” Amelia laughed “yeah, I got a human and named it after you too!” T'syia laughed. “quickly, sit! You should eat, you look hungry.” she said, gestering for Amelia to sit down. She sat. and they spoke at length for everything Amelia missed. She even spoke about her time in the thieves guild and hinted at involvement in the dark brotherhood. They ate their meal. And as they were resting T'syia randomly came out with “so, who was your first?” “huh?” amelia asked, once again confused. “who was the first person who did the deed with you?” T'syia asked, suddenly stern. “ oh god. Right. um. That'd be... Burgrak Gro Shamulf” she said. Then assuredly, “yeah. Burgrak” “what was it like?” asked T'syia, oddly curious. “ honestly? Painfull. I didn't think it'd be that, you know, big. But my god. It was as long as your arm. I swear to the gods. It took an hour and a half and he got me off like, 8 times.” t'syia's mouth was open, and she could only utter a “wow.” “well, that's one way of putting it! He tried to go all the way in after the 8th time, but honest to gods, I needed stitches. That was an awkward time at the doctors. So, what about you?” she asked. “me? Oh wow. That's a toughie. Mine was a redgaurd. Can't remember his name. He was a virgin too, so we both had no idea what to do.” she said, slightly embarresed, but looked at Amelia none the less and said “i prefer girls more now though” Amelia blushed. An awkward silence ensued. After about 5 minutes amelia finally decided to confront T'syia “sorry, but jut now, were you, um, flirting with me?” she asked. Slightly embarrsed at the prospect. “wow. You're a sharp one. Yeah. I was. I've just missed you so much, I. I don't know what i'm feeling. I can stop, if you want.” she said, lowering her head. “i never said that” Amelia blurted out quickly. T'syia's ears perked up. “i mean, I just don't know. You were my best friend. I don't wanna ruin that with sex” Amelia said. “ok. Tell you what. I'll do something to you, you tell me if you like it, and we'll see how it goes from there. Ok?” she asked, fingers twitching. T'syia got on all fours, and approached Amelia, tail swishing from side to side playfully. She undid the buttons on her laced leather pants and lowered them to her ankles. “daedric silk panties?” she asked. “i bought you those!” the Tigeress purred. “hehe” amelia giggled timidly. T'syia lowered her panties so they were just past her knees and got to work. She leaned in, her tongue caressing the folds of her soft, breton pussy. She moved it up, down and back again and then moved up. She was quivering, and T'syia used her rough tongue to gently massage her clit. Amelia thought to herself “this is amazing, why didn't I think of this before!!” as unbelievable amounts of pleasure coursed through her body. T'syia lowered her attention, and used her hands to spread the lips of Amelia's pussy. She stuck her tongue out, and proceed to move her head back and forth, using her hands to stabilise herself. The sound of the wet sloshing got to T'syia as she began to rub herself through her leather armor. Amelia, who was already moaning, began to moan louder and with quicker timing, and was gasping for breath. T'syia knew this meant she was close to the end, and moved her tongue back to the clit, and licked it up and down, again and again. She removed one of her hands and forced her finger in. this had torn it for Amelia who had thrown her head back and screamed in pure pleasure as she let out an explosive orgasm. She gripped T'syia's head as her juices flowed into her mouth, with some spilling out the sides. Gulping, T'syia took as much as she could, and looked up, saying “still think this'll ruin it?” and giggling. Amelia simply replied “my turn.” and leapt onto her Khajiit friend.
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So, that was it. My first attempt at sorta- furry writing, and set in the game world of Cyrodiil. Let me know what you think in the comments, and i'll try to reply to as many as I can.