Note: following the destruction of Vvardenfell, my colleagues and I have been tracking down whatever scraps of Dunmeri literature we can find in order to rebuild the Library of Vivec, which was tragically destroyed during the events of the Red Year.
The following is a short excerpt from a children's story written early in the Third Era, titled (roughly translated to Tamrielic), The Boot-Wearing Khajiit and his Adventures as Documented Herein, Or: What Happens When Beastfolk Are Afforded the Right to Wear Proper Footwear: A Cautionary Tail Tale.
Its author is unknown, but given the story's pro-abolitionist leanings (disguised by repeated derogatory remarks regarding the Khajiit), it's possible that it was written by an escaped slave formerly in servitude to a lord of Great House Telvanni.

-Velms Sadryon, former librarian of the Library of Vivec, 4E 7.

Chapter One, In Which the Slave's Master Recieves his Comeuppance.

Long ago, in a village or small city not dissimilar from the one in which you currently live, there lived a powerful Telvanni wizard, who in his youth bore his various wives and concubines three-score sons and daughters. The wizard was very old and very ill, and one day while beating his slaves like he did every day, for the Temple healers believed it kept him in high spirits, he suddenly dropped dead.

To each of his sons and daughters, he left a single magical artefact of his own creation, and one slave. To his youngest and least favourite son, he left a tattered pair of old boots, and an Alfiq. The Alfiq, who as we all know are the smallest and most detestable of all the Khajiit, was only able to speak in mews and purrs, and so the Wizard's son thought at first his father had run out of slaves or had played a cruel trick on him, and had simply left him an ordinary house cat.

Thinking on it for a moment, the Wizard's son came to the conclusion that the Alfiq was simply an ordinary house cat, and took it upon himself to boil the cat for his dinner. The Wizard's son took a metal pot and filled it with water from the creek near his shack (for as the least favourite and youngest son, he had no fortune and was forced to live in squalor).
However, as he brought his water to the boil, the Alfiq realised that his new master wanted to eat stew (for he had to guess, as the Wizard's son hadn't thought to say anything), and plucked a salted guar tail from the cupboard, and did his best to chop it into small, easy to swallow pieces using a chitin dagger.

Realising that his slave was, in fact a slave, the Wizard's son said, “Slave, I want you to chop up some ash yams to go in the stew as well, and make it quick, or I shall beat you to within an inch of your life!”

After the Wizard's son had finished eating (and it wasn't bad, for something made by a cat with no hands), he ordered the Alfiq to polish his father's magic boots while he went out to drink Sujamma and inappropriately touch bar-wenches with his friends.

As the Alfiq had no hands to speak of, he struggled greatly with the task of polishing the boots, and without meaning to, fell into the boots tail-first. As the boots were large and heavy, and he was small and light, he found that the boots forced him to stand upright.

At exactly that moment, the Alfiq felt a shiver go up his spine. He was well-versed in the magickal arts and often assisted the old Telvanni wizard with his experiments, so this he had felt this sensation before. It was the feeling of a powerful enchantment. But, there was something new about it, too. The boots spoke to him.

"Alfiq," said the boots in a regal, booming voice the Alfiq only heard inside his head, "you have been slave to the Dunmer long enough. Take the chitin dagger off the bench. Use it, my little cat, to slit the throats of your oppressors and be free!"

The Alfiq recognised the voice. It was Morraj'bal, the Naughty Cat. He knew that the Naughty Cat tried to trick good Khajiit into doing bad things, but this wasn't a bad thing, was it?

After several minutes of wobbling to and fro across the room, the Alfiq finally got the hang of walking on only two legs, and went over to the kitchen counter, clutched the hilt of the chitin dagger between both of his paws (for he lacked fingers and opposable thumbs and was otherwise unable to hold onto it), and lay in wait near the front door.

Early the next morning, the Wizard's son stumbled home and collapsed on the floor in a drunken stupor, and the Alfiq, seizing his chance, slit the throat of his (now former) master, and escaped into the Grazelands to seek his fortune.

(Your Enchanting skill has increased to 26)

The last sentence needs more punch. But this is fun.

Agreed. Just gotta figure it out first.

I likes it, although I agree about the last sentence.

It does really seem like the Dunmer to have a popular children's book end with someone getting stabbed.

Oh god, I love this. Brilliant idea, and the Abolitionist theme is cool. One piece of advice I'd give would be to think a bit longer on the voice of the author. This could read a bit more like a Children's book, some of the sentence structure is a little complicated for children, and the bit about the inappropriately touched bar-wenches is raunchy for a Dunmeri book isn't it?

It is raunchy, but it's meant to show that this particular Wizard's son doesn't really adhere to traditional Dunmeri ideals, which makes him the bad guy, and no better than an Outlander.
And the complication was intentional. It's not a modern children's book, it's meant to be more like a Brothers Grimm story. The older versions of those are really wordy. But I'll take your advice into consideration.

EDIT: Adjusted the ending a bit. Better or worse?

And then this Alfiq adopted a spanish accent, bought a fancy hat, and went Orgrim-slaying?
What am I saying? Anyway, a very interesting tale...

Actually, if I do more chapters, there is going to be an Ogrim.

Worse. The first last sentence was a good choice for effect, it just needed to be more shocking. But I do like the enchanting skill thing.

I like how he's now being goaded into doing it, but it does need more shock value.

Must svck to be an Alfiq.

Not really. Bethesda changed the Dunmeri image between Daggerfall and Morrowind. Origianolly, the Dunmeri women were very promiscuous (see the book of jokes, the various biographies of Queen Barenziah), so it is not a stretch to say the Dunmeri men were not similar. Also, there is in Morrowind Desele's House of Earthly Delights, and no, it is not talking about ash yams.

The sujamma, then?

Can I ask why there's more and more fan fiction stuff in the lore forum these days?

There had to be one who has to complain?

/sigh

There always is.

I'm just asking why. I mean it's nice and all but as far as I'm aware this is just fan fiction, unless he's someone like MK.

MK posted a bunch of stuff at the start of the year, then Temple Zero posted a few pieces (in one of MK's threads), and others wanted to play.

Well, good enough I guess

I thought that was a clever new view on the same lore. No retconing here. IRL, all cultures are convinced that all the other neighbouring cultures are decadent and sixually promiscuous (to the point of femininity!). The ease is stereotyped as being decadent in the rest, and vice versa. So when we received a view of Morrowind from Daggerfall, it was as the exotic east. When we actually get to Morrowind we find out they are culturally prudes, though at the same time there is the dual nature of their gods (Mephala the six+death god being the anticipation of Vivec). There is no necessary contradiction here.


TLDR; The cultures that seek to put a limit on lewdness and act prudish always tends to be the ones with the seediest underbellies.

It was quite predictable at the end and dropped off much to abruptly, but other then that it was good

I've actually been meaning to go back and improve on some aspects of this story, but I don't really have the time right now. For now, it's just a rough first draft, really.

Someday I'll come back and fix it up...

Some Day... Some Day...

Not Today. Not Tomorrow. Not Next Week, but definitely Some Day.