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Subject: Journal Entry 125 / 0090 [ P'nyssa and M'Ress ]
Date: 30 Jan 1996 13:18:43 GMT
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Aldea, Narnya 4, 0090
The doorbell chimed faintly, and P'nyssa looked up and said
"Come in!" She was more than a little surprised when M'Ress walked
in. She found her voice. "Hi."
"Hello," M'Ress replied. "Where's Ken?"
"Asleep. What's up?"
"He's needed over at Cutters. Archer wants him there to look
at something."
"Trouble?"
"Doubtful. More... interesting. Archer wants a better
geneticist to look at it, and-"
"Archer doesn't believe anyone is better than he is, with the
possible exception of God," P'nyssa said. "Ken comes close."
"You know better than that," M'Ress said.
P'nyssa smiled. "Yeah, I do at that." She glanced over at the
clock on the oven and said, "Well, he's gotten about six hours. I
guess you can wake him up."
"Why was he up so late?"
"Baby-sitting Donna again."
M'Ress smiled, the crests of her jaw rising behind her muzzle.
"You know, P'nyssa, I'd've never though he would have fallen so
head over heels into grandfatherhood."
"Was he like this with Ember?" P'nyssa asked.
"Not quite. He was much more subdued, much quieter with her.
He baby-sat her, and took care of her, and played with her as she
grew up, even up until her caissioning-" M'Ress smiled at that-
"But this thing with Donna is really unlike him."
"You can go wake him, if you want," P'nyssa said, walking out
from behind the kitchen counter. M'Ress walked over to the g-tube
and jumped down into it, falling slowly into the bedroom. P'nyssa
followed.
I should add that at this point, I really was quite sound
asleep and totally unaware that P'nyssa and M'Ress were having this
conversation. Dave played it back for me afterwards.
"How should we do this?" P'nyssa asked, still slightly
uncomfortable being in the same room with the female she had
replaced as my roommate. It had been only last year when M'Ress
had walked up to her and said, "Look, you're sleeping with him a
lot more often than I am, why don't you take my apartment and I'll
move to one of the rooms further down? I'm going to need room
eventually anyway."
An impish smile worked it's way into M'Ress expression, and she
said, "I've always wanted to see if this was true," as she started
to unbelt her pants.
"What are you doing?" P'nyssa hissed.
"Watch," M'Ress whispered back, peeling out of her silk pants
and dropping them on the floor. I, still unconscious, was lying on
my back, mouth wide open, with just a small trail of drool leading
down my cheek, at least that's what M'Ress told me afterwards. She
carefully knelt down onto the bed, trying not to disturb me too
much, which wasn't hard as the bed had a pretty firm gelatin
mattress. She eased her way up the bed and straddled my face.
P'nyssa walked around the bed and whispered, "What are you going to
do?"
"Nothing," M'Ress replied. "Ken once told me that his sense of
smell is so strong that this should wake him up without my even
having to touch him." She spread her legs a little further, so
that the tawny fur of her pubic region was a mere centimeter from
my face.
I don't remember the dream I was having, but I do remember its
being invaded by this scent, this wonderful smell filling my
nostrils and invading the very cells of my brain, this scent that
wasn't human and carried none of the human pheromones, yet was very
strongly and distinctly sexy, female, and familiar. I rose to
consciousness quickly, that smell driving me wild. I yawned as I
came to, and as I did so I stretched and felt something furry
against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see M'Ress staring right
down at me, her gorgeous golden fur shining in the morning
sunlight. "Good morning?" I asked.
"I wanted to see to it that you got a good breakfast," M'Ress
intoned. I laughed and gave her cunt a playful lick; may as well,
it was right there in front of me. She purred. "Do that again."
So I gave her another playful lick. She reached down and put one
paw over my head and down the back. Lifting my head to her cunt as
she lowered herself, she said, "Now you've excited me, Ken, may as
well finish me off."
Still not entirely coherent, I needed no urging on that
account, diving in and licking her pulsing little clitoris with all
the enthusiasm I could muster, suckling and caressing her with my
tongue. "P'nyssa," I heard her say. "Why don't you attend to
him?" I felt a paw, definitely M'Ress's (it had fingers), trail
over my cock through the sheets, and I heard her say "He seems to
be ready."
The sheets were pulled back, and the cool air of the room
whisked over my body, only to be replaced by the warm and furry
sensation of P'nyssa lying down between my legs and taking my cock
between her lips.
I sucked on M'Ress's clit a little harder, just the way she
liked it, biting it softly with my canines as I drove her closer.
"That's it, oh, that's it!" she screamed as she came, her wet cunt
gaping and closing around my tongue as she came.
She rose from over my head and said, "You weren't lying."
I tapped P'nyssa on the head gently, and she looked up at me
from under her hair, my cock in her mouth. I shook my head,
saying, "Not now, please. I gotta use the bathroom, bad." She
smiled and backed off, but the expression on her face had been so
forlorn for a moment I had to stifle a laugh. I ran into the
bathroom and emptied my bladder, having a Hell of time aiming with
my dick, as hard as it was. I found my robe and headed out.
"What's this all about?" I asked.
"Archer wants to see you. Some kind of viral code he's found.
Way outside my field."
I nodded. "Have I got time for a shower?"
M'Ress shrugged. "May as well. Can I join you?"
"Nyss?" I asked.
"Huh?" she said, looking up.
"Do you want to join us in the shower?"
She looked at M'Ress, than back at me and said, "Can I?"
"P'nyssa," I said, "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry. I just don't feel comfortable with M'Ress here."
"What?" M'Ress said. "Why not?"
"Because... well because you were his... lover for a long time,
and I feel sometimes when I see you like I kicked you out. I mean,
I know you don't like me."
"What do you mean, I don't like you? Of course I do."
"No, you don't. You even said so. You said that I was the
bitchiest person you'd ever met."
M'Ress's expression became very apologetic. "P'nyssa, when I
first met you, you WERE the bitchiest person I'd ever met. But
then, for Shardik's Castle, you were the bitchiest person anyone
here had ever met. But you've changed. You've been living here
for nine years, and you've been okay. Ken accepts you, I accept
you. Hell, even Paul thinks you're a great person. And it is nice
to have a healer in the house. Now, will you please join us in the
shower?"
P'nyssa nodded. The three of us walked into the shower (which
is big enough to hold a small orgy, or two Centaurs, whichever is
larger), and I adjusted the temperature and surreptitiously slid
the drain valve to the closed position, so that the shower chamber
would fill. To the top and overflow, if I let it.
"Nyss," M'Ress said, handing her the soap bottle, "wash me. I
know you like fems and I'd like you to... touch me."
P'nyssa look at me and I just nodded. I sat down on the tiled
bench and watched as she took a large mittenfull of soap and
pressed it to Ress's chest, slowly smoothing into her fur. It was
rather pleasant to watch those two, the dark-blue Tindal and the
soft-gold Felinzi, as P'nyssa slowly massaged the soap under Ress's
fur, gently caressing her breasts. When it came time do her back
rather than turn her around P'nyssa pulled M'Ress closer to her,
hugging her, and rubbed her back by reaching around. From the look
on Ress's face, the closed eyes and contented smile, P'nyssa
appeared to be doing a good job.
And P'nyssa looked like she was enjoying herself, as a smile
slowly appeared on her face as she directed M'Ress to sit down on
the bench next to me. In the steaming heat of the shower she knelt
at our feet and slowly worked the soap into Ress's legs, gently
massaging as she worked her way down. I leaned over and kissed
M'Ress on the muzzle, and she turned to me, her tongue darting out
into my mouth. I accepted it as the old friend it was, closing
with her and returning the complement, feeling her sharp catteeth
with my tongue. My hand was on my cock and I was slowly stroking
myself when I felt something warm drip onto my crotch; I turned to
see P'nyssa holding the soap bottle. She shooed my hand away and
took my cock in her mitten, slowly stroking back and forth.
"P'nyssa," M'Ress breathed. "I heard about your little
modification to the shower. Gimme."
P'nyssa smiled and rose, her mitt still around my cock, and
grabbed the shower head with the micro-transporter receiver off
it's mounting, handing it to M'Ress. Ress dialed the shower
massage and aimed it at her cunt. P'nyssa pushed her hair out of
the way and moved over slightly to my left, out of range of the
scatter from the massager as M'Ress fumbled with the setting. Nyss
and I exchanged secret smiles; I remember her learning that most of
the settings on the damned thing are far too strong to start out
with.
She settled back to the floor and continued stroking my cock; I
was getting splashed gently from Ress's backblast, but most of my
concentration was on my dick as P'nyssa slowly beat me closer and
closer to orgasm. M'Ress leaned against me for support, one leg
high on the bench, the other draped across mine, the sound of the
shower massage slowly getting stronger as she dialed ever more
intense pressure.
My own pressure was getting even stronger, P'nyssa smile
broadening as she knew my climax was getting closer. Ress let out
a loud growl, her body shuddering next to mine as the muscles in my
legs tightened with the tension, the pressure of the moment.
P'nyssa wrapped both mittens around my cock and became very
insistent, holding my cock tightly and sliding up and down more
swift than ever. I was overcome as the pressure let loose, a loud
shout through clenched teeth as I came, my semen shooting out in
white jets and falling onto P'nyssa's fur, white pearls among the
blue.
I shook my head and looked down at her, then noticed that
M'Ress was still going strong, the shower almost up to full
pressure, the force of the stream visibly dimpling the flesh of her
cunt as she howled in pleasure, her body shaking violently, her
claws flexing as she came yet again.
She dropped the showerhead, and it rolled out of control across
the floor of the shower, the stream hitting me square in the face
as it did; I sputtered in outrage as P'nyssa got it under control
and put it back on the wall where it began. "You okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I said, finally realizing how silly I must have
looked and laughing.
"Sorry," M'Ress said.
"S'okay, Ress," I said. I reached down and picked up the soap
bottle from the floor. "But, just for that, you have to wash my
come from Nyss's pelt."
M'ress looked at me apologetically, took the bottle and said "I
think I can handle that."
P'nyssa just smiled. I think we were going to get along just
fine. It only annoys me that it took a year to reach this point.
--
"Journal Entry 125 / 0090 [ P'nyssa and M'Ress ]"
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