Other Khajiit Like, Too
What better way to celebrate the moons' embrace and the power they hold over Khajiit?
Other Khajiit Like, Too
"Will Nasha go to be in the Tails competition?" the suave Khajiit asked. "This one would love to have even more reason to go there soon."
"You would go there even without Nasha being in it," Nasha chided him.
"True," he admitted. "But Khajiit would quite like to guess which Nasha is."
"Nasha does not have a very distinctive tail and you have not seen much of it. This one thinks you would be embarrassed to maybe be wrong."
"Ahh, well, then only to hope," he said. "This one is going to the Tails challenge anyway. Much to see and many to do there. Cool breeze, Nasha!" He waved to her with a cheeky grin and headed off to the huge tent.
Since coming to the Gentle Moons Plantation, life had been good for Nasha. One of the more prominent sugarcane plantations along the Southern shores of the Topal Sea, the matron of the plantation found that her people worked better when happy than when forced. A controlled supply of Moon Sugar in the freely-available food for the Khajiit and a pleasant working environment went a long way toward making this one of the more popular plantations to work for and one of the best-producing plantations in Elsweyr. And while they did not get Moon Sugar in their food, humans from all lands, Argonians, and Mer were also welcome and enjoyed working here with the cats as well.
The strict lack of plantation trade with Skooma distillers also earned it favor with the Empire. The plantation instead finding its wealth from a combination of normal crops as well as processed blessed sugar items from which the sugar could not be extracted for nefarious purposes. And of course this earned subsidies from the Imperials who saw the value in happy Khajiit who were not Skooma addicts.
Now it was the Moons Festival on the plantation. A month of celebrating the blessings from the moons and the culture of the plantation during work with decorations and gifts to friends. This culminated in a three-day faire put on by the plantation and for the plantation with widespread revelry, crafts and gifts made by all to show off, and much-needed relaxation from the daily work on the plantation.
This relaxation was just getting one's energy up for the third day, where all who were of eligible age were able to participate in the often-sensual, always-fun, and frequently-messy debauchery that brought the celebration to a close under the light of the twin moons that night.
Nasha was a small, Suthay phase Khajiit, very lithe - though one could almost say scrawny if they didn't know her. Those who knew her knew she was all muscle beneath her silky, spotted fur. Like other Suthay, her legs were digitigrade. Due to her upbringing, she carried nearly a foot less height than even a normal Suthay, standing well below the height of a Bosmer. Her head topped out just above the belly of most humans.
Now with the final day of the festival, Nasha was looking forward to the interesting things she could get and the people she could meet. She'd been to the festivals in the city, but none were as friendly as she found on the plantation. The hands and bodies that met during the festivities would leave a heady scent that lasted weeks, they said.
The local supply of nibbleweed was thankfully good as females were well-prepared for the festival. Nibbleweed was a relic of a war gone wrong. In an attempt to simply keep Khajiit from breeding and thus exhaust their numbers, some mages long ago created a plant that Khajiit would greatly want to eat and that rendered them infertile for a duration after doing so. Enough of it in the belly would also attract suitors by scent, so as to encourage fruitless activities.
Of course the Khajiit mages found out about this soon enough and advised others, so no unknowing felines would eat it and expect kittens. At the same time, it made for an excellent way to avoid kittens in this time of peace. So what was once a weaponized attempt to starve Khajiit of their young became a useful tool instead.
Nasha was an instructor for the younglings who were just coming of age, teaching them important things about the plantation and their soon-to-come self-reliance, where they would choose whether to stay and work for the plantation or head off to find their own way in the world. While the majority of her pupils were Khajiit, there were a number of humans and Mer and Argonians amongst them as well.
Being such an instructor, she made sure to take her nibbleweed sparingly, keeping herself kitten-free but trying to avoid so much in her system that it would entice her male pupils more than their own normal hormones would. It was one of the things that went along with her position, whether a male or female be in it. The students were of age to have urges and enjoy each other and yet still young enough to want to cling to their elders. Combining the two meant they would cling and give in to the urges if they had the chance. She didn't need extra nibbleweed scent to encourage them even more.
This festival was the time to have fun more than just the casual encounters that could be found between friends on the plantation. Nasha had already had fun finding teasing clothing from the various booths, covering only places that were not important to cover while leaving the exciting places bare. She'd seen folks mating right out in the open, sometimes subtly, like a seat on a stiff lap, sometimes not so subtle. As she walked along the path, she saw an Altmer bent over a picnic table and kissing an Argonian as a big Pahmer phase fourpawed Khajiit enjoyed her bare ass quite deeply. That kind of scene was normally very infrequent and usually only in private here on the plantation, and not to be seen at all elsewhere, but for the festival it was difficult to look anywhere without seeing a passionate embrace of some type.
Her attention turned toward the big tent her friend had gone to. She'd heard some about the tails challenge, but never experienced it before. She knew that anybody who wanted to compete could show off their rear for admiration and use and votes were counted for which tail end was best-liked. She also knew that somehow, contestants were not identifiable for the most part, just anonymous tails. She didn't know the details beyond that.
Curiosity finally overcame her and she headed to the tent, walking in and around the small partition inside to see what this was about.
"Is the lovely small one here to see the tails?" a Khajiit asked as she entered. He held out a small pouch of tokens. "You may view only unless you have voting tokens. With tokens, you may vote, so you may touch and more." He pointed to the rules sign.
The sign advised that any touching or doing anything else would require a vote of at least one token. This was to discourage people hanging around and doing things without any intent to vote on the tail and it effectively limited how much a person could do so the tent didn't get too backed up with people. The tent was big though and a pouch of thirty voting tokens meant that somebody could have quite a lot of fun. Depending on how crowded things were, a time limit might be enforced on touching, though extra pre-votes could garner a person extra time unless the tent got super-crowded. Otherwise a voter could drop as many tokens into a tail's jar as they liked to say how much they liked that tail.
"Nasha will just peek for now, wants to see what this is about," she said with a smile.
"Ahhh, yes. Come back if you decide you want to touch."
Her ears perked as she entered the building. The scent of many excited people filled the air despite the openings in the ceiling of the tent that allowed natural sunlight to help the magelights that kept the place bright inside. When she rounded the partition, she saw better what was going on.
Frames to carry all body sizes lined the sections in the tent, from the housecat-sized, fourpawed Alfiq to the normal human-sized bipeds to the massive bodies of Senche-raht. The frames were made to be laid on by the rider and hold one up at the waist, their legs then going forward again below them and held comfortably. Helpful padding to allow a tilt of the hips meant that from behind, everything was shown off very well, regardless of whether the person on the frame was male or female. Then a heavy shroud hid the occupant above the waist, tucked in around the frame and leaving nothing but a bent-over-double rear end exposed.
On the other side of the frames, referees made sure the participants did not say anything, lest they be disqualified and lose all their tokens. The refs also kept time for the hour each participant was allowed to spend and checked on them on occasion to make sure they were doing fine.
Looking around, she spotted many, many fluffy Khajiit tails, as well as a small number of thick, scaled Argonian tails. There were more humans and Mer than she'd have expected, this being a 'tails' competition, but since a tail was not needed for a rear end to be appreciated, nobody was left out. Some of the rumps were being wiggled by their owners, some had tails high, some had tails held coquettishly off to the side, and some had them coyly down. All the competitors wanted to have their rear be liked the best so they got the most tokens in their hour there.
Wandering amongst the exposed ends, mostly males but also some females of all types were looking for sights that caught their attention and sometimes voting only on appearance or softness of fur beneath their hand, but more often on the results of a quick test of the accommodations of the rears in question. The frames put things at a good height for an average bipedal stance, while adjustable steps helped the shorter phases of Khajiit and stable platforms allowed the larger fourpaws like Senche and Pahmer to partake of delights without putting weight on the occupant of the frame.
Males on the frames were mostly those who did not mind taking another male beneath the tail, since that was a good way to get votes. She did see some masculine rear ends that had a little no-use sign beside them as those males felt they could get votes based on appearance and outside feel alone. With some of those tails carrying spectacular fur patterns, or touchably-soft fur, or just being very appealing to look at, they did get votes. With their legs spread by the frame and anatomy exposed below, she did see many that were on the receiving end of licks from voters, and evidence that some had made several messes.
Nasha was amazed by the number of happy tails here and the majority of them looked well used. Though the fact that she'd seen some grooming licks from various cats to clean up messier tails meant likely most of them were well-used if they didn't have a sign against it. Just the sight and scent was enough to make anybody excited. The thought of being a participant just added to the dampness she was feeling between her legs.
With her tail waving and lifting further with excitement at each sight she took in, she finally spun and headed out of the tent. Her tongue graced her lips as she walked around the tent to the back side where the staging area was. This was where the back sides were prepared for perusal by the voters and after seeing how nicely all the tails were attended to, she's made up her mind that she'd take her friend's advice and compete.
The area was curtained in but exposed to the warm sun above, with numerous baths and cleaning cloths for contestants to use after their time in the tent. She also noticed that there were two openings to the main tent back here and asked about the second one.
"Ah, as long as the frames are available, competitors can chose to stay for no voting and unlimited use time in the second section," one of the prep refs told her. "Just for fun, rather than for the contest."
She grinned at this thought and said nothing as she stripped off the clothing and bangles from her waist area that might otherwise give her away. She would not be able to say anything, but she knew some folks on display in the tent from their fur patterns. She didn't have a very distinctive pattern, so she should be fine. If her presence were known there, the tent would fill with many of her students and ex-students in short order. Not that this would be a bad thing necessarily. Just she couldn't actively seek them or allow them even at the festival. But there was no rule against them enjoying her when she was supposed to be anonymous.
With her belongings tucked in a pouch at the base of the frame beneath her head, she gave an excited wiggle and climbed onto the frame, hugging the padded surface for support as she drew first one leg, then the other up to rest her shanks on the spaces below. She tilted her hips, stretching her tummy to get both more comfortable and to give a better view as well as better access to her nether region.
"If you need to get a referee's attention, pull this lever," the assisting Khajiit told her. "Is anything bad happens, emergency or person misbehaving, pull this lever on the other side." She touched the levers to make sure she could reach them, then nodded.
The dark drape went over her and soon her eyes adjusted to the dim light. The levers were glowing softly with magelight so it wasn't solid black beneath the shroud. Sounds were somewhat muffled by the cloth, but she could hear them discussing where they would place her in the tent.
Her tail swayed in excitement as they wheeled the frame into the tent and she could hear the low murmur and happy exclamations of people inside as she had when she was just looking. But now it was different. She could see nothing, sounds were muffled, and nothing but her shapely rear and tail were exposed to touch. This was very exciting!
The movement stopped and she felt a touch on her shoulder, then an Argonian voice near her ear. "Hi, I'll be your referee. I attend several people, so I won't be hovering over you, but I'll be nearby and check in with you on occasion. Remember to not say anything, though moans and sounds are fine."
Nasha's tail swayed lightly and she was almost enticed to whip it about in excitement, but she didn't want to whap any potential voters unwittingly. She felt a touch on the side of her tail and then a light grip feeling along it. Her first voter?
The hand ran lightly along the side of her tail, pushing it away from her bottom as another hand found her lithe rump. The kneading made her start to purr and she was already quite excited.
"Look at how wet and inviting she is," a voice said behind her. At the same moment, a finger stroked up the length of her lips, enticing a deeper purr from her as she lifted her tail higher. "Even more of an invitation," the male said with a purr in his own voice.
"Does she taste as good?"
Nasha bit her lip as the fingers left her nether region and sure enough, there was the caress of a tongue. She barely held back the moan she wanted to let out. Just the few licks she got had her even wetter, despite the licks drawing away some of her slickness.
The feel and the taste was all these two males wanted and left her knowing she got at least two votes from them. She took a deep breath, now wondering how much she could take without making a noise. She didn't have to stay silent, but it was a personal challenge for her.
Another hand touched her rear somewhat timidly. "This one?" It sounded like a human by the voice.
"Yep, remember, you only get a little while, so you don't have to hold out too long. Concentrate on the spots, not on the feel." Interesting, that was a female human.
"Okay, I'll try. She looks small."
"Some Khajiit are small, remember? You look all excited for the idea."
The male made a squeak of agreement and his other hand found her hip as the first one slid off her rump to catch her hip on the other side.
She drew in a breath as he tugged himself close and his tip touched her wet flesh. Then he started to push in.
"Oh divines, she's tight, I don't think I'll be able to last," he murmured.
She savored the feeling as his smooth flesh slipped deeper. Trying to last the limit of his time in her? She could see about helping him not do so. His balls rocked against her as he hilted himself, then she gave a pleased purr and waited to see.
"Time is slipping, you should be too," the female said.
His resolve strengthened and he gripped her hips tighter. She could feel him throbbing inside her already. Then he started rocking his hips and she got the delightful feel of his body sliding inside. She bit her lip again and enjoyed.
"Not easy," he said shakily.
"You only have a few more thrusts to go," his female companion said.
Nasha grinned to herself in the dark. A quick popping human trying not to? Yeah, she'd get him. His movements were already shaky and his resolve was slipping as he pushed harder into her. When she felt it was the right moment, she gave a mighty squeeze around him as he was pushing in.
"Son of a...!" he exclaimed and she could feel his hands tremble against her hips, then the buck of his cock inside her. He pulled out after one spurt within her depths and she was graced with another two on her hot lips before he turned away.
"Huh... Guess you couldn't hold back," the woman said.
"Gnuh," the man agreed.
Nasha grinned. Success! And it felt delicious.
She only waited a short time before somebody was kind enough to lick the mess off her. Pretty sure she'd figured out the telltale tap on the frame when tokens went into her jar. She wasn't doing horribly, but it wasn't like she was racking up the tokens either. This was just a fun thing anyway. She had no ideas about winning. She just wanted to enjoy the thrill of being in the dark with nothing but butt out for all to see.
It wasn't the best of timing though. Many other attractions were competing with this tent for attention. Though there was an intermittent stream of strokes and caresses and pats and clinks of tokens, the short limits for touching left her wanting and wetter than ever when the referee let her know that her time was up. She'd had a male inside her five times, and fingers about seven, but now she was just slippery and needy.
"There are many frames free," a voice told her as they were wheeling her out. "Did you want to go into the other section for fun or stop now? Though the second section has gotten a large crowd recently because it is cool compared to the hot outside. Very busy in there, so you would not be left any rest at all. We limit to one doing and one waiting and pulling the normal lever is to leave, so even once you pull it, you may have one more person to handle. The emergency lever is still an emergency, so is quick out."
She squirmed at the idea. She could go to the swings and get plenty of action to quench her needs there, but she'd see them coming and the mystery would be missing. She found the current situation absolutely delightful. Even just being wheeled out into the air and sun outside, she was very aware of her exposure.
"This one would love to be in the extra area." She took a deep breath. It could be anyone and balls to buns until they were satisfied there. No quick dip and done. Males went there to let off their pent up loads with no idea who they were filling and no care as long as it felt good.
"Okay. We will let you know about things as they happen." She felt the direction change and the sun was soon off her fur and off the thick blackness covering her. The sudden chill of the new tent spoke of magic to keep it comfortable. Given the extra exercise folks in this side were getting, that was likely a good thing. The chill was delicious on her lips though.
"There, see? I told you one would arrive eventually," somebody said.
Then from much closer behind, "Fresh too."
Her senses strained and she tried to get some hint from the hand that carefully but quickly pushed her tail aside, but Nasha didn't know what or who was there. A hand on her hip and the tickle of claws. Khajiit? The cooler tip that touched her lips below made her bite her other lip under the shroud. Was it a...?
The male sunk in full length at once with a delighted groan and the cool feel and distinct shape brought a squeak from Nasha's lips. Argonian! Each one had a different shape, she'd learned long ago, but never really had a chance to find out personally. This one had a pad of knobby bumps along his underside and was wide at the tip, making the fit tight at depth.
She sucked in a breath as he got a grip on her hips and began to thrust. He was actually a bit long for her, but he didn't pummel her insides, having a good feel for where to stop as he rocked steadily. This was soooo much better than just the contest, where he'd have run out of time long ago.
The only downside was that the males were all quite more pent up than she, so with a last push, she felt him unload into her depths before she reached her peak. But this was fine, because it wasn't a quick pull out like the first human male had done. She got to relish as he unloaded deeply into her, the larger tip flaring even further as he did. He didn't finish there though, pulling out halfway and spurting the last of his spunk under her tail on her tight pucker.
Nasha gave her ass a wiggle, purring deeply and hoping that there would be somebody waiting, and sure enough there was. The lack of touch seemed to be forever even though it was only a few seconds. Another hand found her hip and this time its partner lifted her tail for the tip that touched her to find the hole the lizard had so kindly slickened up with his juices.
Then pressure and his tip pushed forward, invading her depths with a delicious heat. Feline spines tickled at her innards, telling of a Khajiit enjoying her now, and once he found his depth, he couldn't help but take it hard and fast in her tight ass.
Even her toes curled at the rocking pounding he gave her and she was close to considering it to be too much when he leaned forward and drove in for the home shot. His balls mashed against her lips and fluffed her clit and that was soothing and nice enough to let her enjoy his spurting and twitching inside.
With both holes properly juicy now, each male to come had an easier time sliding into the hole of their choice. She found herself shivering in delight and her mind racing in the scant seconds between each cock unloading in her and the next taking its place. Would it be a Khajiit? A human? Argonian? Mer? She wasn't paying attention to the vast majority of her body. All her senses were focused on just her rear end, her tail held up and out of the way eagerly between males and the feelings that they brought deep inside her loins. Time was difficult to comprehend, but she knew she'd cum at least five, maybe six times so far.
She even got to enjoy little Alfiq, housecat-sized Khajiit who were happy to add their seed to the mess that was dribbling down her legs. Small paws on her back were an interesting sensation and added to the whole event.
A pause made her wonder if the crowd had thinned, but then she felt a soft, bulbous head press against her tail hole. Human most likely. His angle was interesting and she felt pressure at her hips, taking a moment to realize that he had himself up on steps to be very high on her. Then his weight fell on the shelf above her back and he rocked into her, the soft, smooth flesh a nice change from the spined Khajiit shafts that had been filling that hole recently.
"Enough space?" his voice came from above her.
There was a growl purr of agreement before a lithe, panther-like fourpaw Khajiit got atop the two stack and found her pussy with his tip, then powerful hips pushed and planted the cat deep into her. The feline belly left the human nowhere to go but in as well and in a heartbeat, she had both holes filled.
This was the best part of it so far! With a choked mrowl, she came again, squeezing on the Khajiit as he thrust rapidly, not giving the human a chance to move much at all. But the texture and filling flesh beneath her tail made it a delightful ride for her as that tail whipped around, held off to the side by the bodies atop her. She felt a shudder from the big cat and the heat of his seed inside, but he didn't stop thrusting anyway. Fourpaws had no trouble with keeping it up through numerous orgasms, and she was loving the results. Her full ass and the pounding and spines of the bigger cat milked another peak from her in short order, the two in quick succession a new, tiring thing for her.
Just enough of a pause for a questioning prrrrumble sound from the fourpaw after her squeezing from the second climax abated. The human answered, "No, I felt her squeeze, but I can barely move."
"This one sees that. You're keeping him pressed in," a female voice said from the side. Ooooo! Being watched too.
The big cat huffed and drew out of Nasha, leaving her panting as the human made a questioning sound. Then the man was distinctly startled and pulled halfway out of her.
Nasha tried to figure out what was going on. She felt the backs of big forepaw toes against her rump and the human yelped, then moaned as he was pressed back into her. Then, despite laying over her, he began to be thrust into her with much more strength than a human should have.
"Ha!" the female exclaimed. "Take him good! Extra push to help him pop inside! Oooooo... I see something that would like attention..."
Nasha nearly broke down in a fit of giggles. The fourpaw was dominating the human! No wonder the man was pushing so nicely, though she missed the other cock in her. That missing wasn't long lived though before a proper Khajiit tongue slid up her lips and then promptly pinpointed her clit.
All the other times had been from things inside her, but with the electric shock of a tongue on that sensitive spot, this blew them out of the water quite well. The squeeze she gave probably made a mess of somebody's face back there. It also did an excellent job of milking the stuffing out of the human and getting him to shudder and unload with shaking bucks inside her. The cat atop him joined in and she could feel the twitch of the paws that gripped the man's hips as she was pretty sure the human just took a kitty load as well. His first? Tough to say at the festival.
"I... Wow... Hoooo... you just came in me?!"
There was a happy snarl of agreement.
"Ooooo... Okay, why didn't either of you tell me it was that nice?"
The female laughed, her licking stopped now that Nasha was exhausted. "We tried. What better way to convince you than to just load you up with him at the festival?"
Yup, must have been his first. Nasha was all warm and fuzzy feeling. Well, above and beyond her exhausted form and soft fur. Her ass just got the first load from a human getting his first load in the ass. So much fun for everyone.
Speaking of exhausted, she reached out and pulled on the non-emergency lever. She didn't know how long she'd been in here, but she didn't want to get numb. There was so much more of the festival to see and so much more to do. She swore she heard a few sad awww's from folks who knew her tight rump was leaving. Well, if they wanted some of this, they could find her outside. When she'd had a chance to rest some. Maybe on a nice Mer's lap. They were soothing inside and fine with discrete, slow fun.
With the three treating her at once, there hadn't been space for somebody to wait, and she was actually thankful as she was wheeled out into the warm sun again. The blast of light shrunk her pupils to slits in a heartbeat as they took the hot shroud off her and she wobbled as she climbed off the frame, helpful hands steadying her. A thorough rinse at the basin and she was wet, but no longer gooey. She tingled in places that looked forward to more. Only as she was out from under the shroud did her attention finally stop focusing so wholly on one part of herself did she get the wash of satisfaction across her whole frame.
This was a great festival.
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