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Subject: Journal Entry 095 / 0010 [ M'Ress On The Plain ]
Date: 24 Jan 1996 13:18:43 GMT
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Aldea, Virta 22, 0010
M'Ress, and I, out on the plain. I'm always so surprised at
just how far we are from the rest of the Universe, from any
other sentient being. Abornia plain, as we have named it, is a
mere sector away from The Camp, again, as we have named it.
That is still a distance farther than man has ever been from his
home planet. Did I just write that? I am still human; I'd
hate to start thinking of myself otherwise.
And watching her move, just move, is one of the most
pleasant experiences I can think of; her thin, yet well-built
figure, with it's thick golden fur and expressive tail are proof
to me that I did a good job with her and her folk. And I never,
ever thought that the Domesticus muzzle could convey so much
emotion. I still haven't decided if digitigrade was a good
decision for a humanoid form.
"You'rre a verry lonely perrson, arren't you?" she asked,
looking at me. She had stretched out on the ratty old blanket I
had brought.
I looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?"
She replied with another question. "When was the last time
you had sex?"
"Huh? Uhm..." Ohmigod. Never? No, that's not the right
answer... "Not yet, not on Pendor."
She smiled an ironic smile, as if expecting that. "Why not?"
"M'Ress..." This conversation was making me very
uncomfortable.
She suddenly got very angry, as if her Felinzi nature just
flared behind her eyes, and she was almost threatening. "Look,
you..." and just as quickly it sloughed off. "Ken, remember
what you told us? All the little tales and stories about how we
should live our own lives, do our own things? Remember? About
how you told us we should love who we wanted to, as we would?
What about you?"
"What about me?" I asked, a little confused.
"Do you love anybody? You never let anybody get close to
you, except maybe Carroll, and she's, well..."
"She's a Centaur..."
"And you think you're incompatible. I read some of the
entries on her, you know. I know what goes on in your mind when
you see her. Sometimes I think my father is the most screwed-up
person on the Ring, and that may well be true."
I grimaced at her use of the word 'father,' and she caught
it. "Look, Ken... We call you that out of respect. I
personally would hate to refer to you as my engineer. If you
didn't put a better word into our pre-programmed vocabularies,
that's, well... that's the way it goes. It doesn't reduce how we
feel about you."
I looked at her, a little shocked at her forwardness. A
little pleased, too, to see her asserting herself. And a little
confused at where this conversation was going. "And how do you
feel about me?" I asked, curious.
"I love you, damnit! Isn't that what I'm trying to say?
There are so damned many people out here who are trying to get
to know you, but a lot of them are obsequious bastards, and you
know it and I know it. The people you collect around you, you
must have a reason for it." I do? "And some of us are...
curious. About you... about how you make love."
"Like who?" I said, not quite sure I was hearing this.
"Like Raine, Irene, Chazelle, Annie. Like Leara, M'lees,
Chelsea. Like, even..." and her eyes were watching her fingers
playing with a blade of grass under the hot sky, and I could
only see her in profile, but her eyes flickered and a smile
threatened, as if she was unsure of what emotion she should
feel, and her voice dropped down to a murmur, "me?"
"You?"
"Yeah, Me" she said angrily. "What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing, nothing at all, it's just..." Just what? Why
hadn't I made love to any of my creations? Incestuous
avoidance? What? Personal involvement? Avoiding a sense of
favoritism? Separation? What?
"What?" she asked, aloud.
"M'Ress..." I said. I reached for her and she first
recoiled in surprise, but when she realized that yes, this was
what we wanted, she returned my lust and her muzzle licked my
mouth and her tongue came out and attacked mine, and we began to
roll on the grass, our bodies melting to each other. Had it
really been ten years or so?
I stopped and looked down at her feline face, her slitted
eyes, her panting breath, her sharp teeth. Oh, gods, there were
reasons why I shouldn't do this, but she was so beautiful and
she wanted me. The trims of her muzzle crested up in a glorious
Felinzi smile, and I returned it. I fell to her, hugging her
and holding her to me. We rolled over again and she was on top
once more, and her paws swung and stripped off my clothing,
exposing me to her. My cock was erect, hard and needful, and
now it would not be denied. Her fingers stroked my sex and if
it was possible, I got harder.
"M'Ress... please..." I pushed her over, onto her back, and
I slid down her body, my arms taking her open by the knees, my
mouth seeking out her cunt. I opened her with my tongue,
licking her and wetting her. Her cunt was moist and wet and I
was opening her further.
"Ken, now... I want your cock inside me, now." I needed no
other urging. I virtually leapt onto her, and I slid into her
wetness, her tight cunt. Oh, gods, she was so wonderful! I
felt her soft fur against me as I lay on top of her, my hips
pounding her, her claws against my back. Her taut legs were
wrapped around my hips, and she was yowling in pleasure, her
breath gasping with every thrust.
I pounded her for all I was worth, and she chanted me on,
"yes, yes, yes..." I kept on fucking her, taking out in her all
my lust and frustration, pent up, and more, faster, and then I
came, firing my seed into her softness.
I collapsed upon her, my breath coming in hoarse gasps, and
she, too, was breathing hard. We lay there, and I rolled aside
so she wouldn't have to support my weight, and recovered.
"Whew," she breathed. "And I thought Felinzi males were
serious. Must be all the red meat you eat."
I grinned. "Oh, and what made you so hot and bothered?"
She looked at me. "I don't know, something about you, some
mystique you have, at being father and all."
I looked at her, and rather than be angry, I smiled,
laughed. Okay, I thought, I've taken a fated step and joined my
children in their worldly play. I'd consider the ramifications
later.
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"Journal Entry 095 / 0010 [ M'Ress On The Plain ]"
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