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Subject: Journal Entry 079 / 0623 [ Pannel's Picnic ]
Date: 2 Apr 1996 13:18:35 GMT
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Elenya, Virta 6, 0623
I threw Krrain the 'chip Kathy had given me and stepped on the
SDisk platform, nodding. He inserted the 'chip into the control
panel and threw a switch. From my point of view, he vanished.
And was replaced by a small, hilly meadow. The air was warm,
and small insects buzzed about busily, given sound and color to the
air. The grass and trees were green, a welcome change from the
last world we'd stopped at, where the oppressive black had gotten
on my nerves. In the background a large mountain ridge rose, naked
rock towering to the heavens. Funny how I still use that word.
I scanned the meadow for Kathy, and found someone else instead.
Down the hill and to my left I saw a large, grey-furred figure
sitting on what clearly was a picnic blanket, accompanied by a
wicker basket. He waved to me, and I walked down towards him,
wondering where Kathy was.
He stood in that slow, easy manner that comes with being
centuries old. He was an Uncia, the largest of the feline races on
Pendor, but even beyond that he was muscular. His body was
well-proportioned, and I thought he must have spent hours daily to
keep himself that way. He had strong thighs and I could just
barely detect washboard abs under his fur. His fur wasn't the
usual grey of Uncia, but was well-groomed and sun-tinted to the
point where is was a magnificent, shiny steel-blue. His face was
the least of his features; his muzzle was short and wide, his
forehead low. Oh, well, can't have everything, but his ears were
large and sharp and pointed straight up. He was wearing nothing
but a pair of loose gym shorts imprinted with the Ring-and-Star of
the Pendor Fleet, the words 'Engineering / Security' and three gold
rings. That's not a bad rank, and to have two official positions
like that is impressive. I could do it, but it would run me
ragged.
He held out his hand and said "Hi. You must be Kennet. My
name is Thr'pan." What? I thought. No "Pleased to meet you,
Fathers?" I like him already. And his speech pattern was weird...
He spoke slowly, as if he had thought about every word before
letting it past his teeth. His voice was deep and there was a
beautiful growl under it that was apparent with every syllable.
I shook his hand and smiled. "Pleased to meet you, as well.
Kathy said she had a new friend. Guess you're it."
"Aye," he said. "Please, sit down." He gestured wide. "Would
you
like something to eat?"
"What've you got?" I asked, dropping down to the blanket. He
handed me a variety of sandwiches, most of which were very typical
for picnics: tuna, egg, ham, stuff like that. I settled on roast
beef, eating with gusto.
I kept stealing glances at Kathy's friend. "Thr'Pan..." I
said.
"Please, please, call me Pan."
"Okay... Pan. You didn't act surprised when I showed up.
People usually act a little weird around me."
He thought for a few seconds, said "Well I kind of figured you
were a little tired of that. One of my parents was a Tleil, but I
didn't come here early to discuss that. I arranged this so that we
could talk about Kathy."
I think I'm in love. I found myself watching him move about
with his feline assuredness. I had to restrain myself. He was
sitting cross-legged eating as well, and I wanted to touch him,
somewhere, anywhere.
But the funny thing was, despite the intense lust I was
feeling, I managed to keep my mind on the subject. We discussed
Kathy, her introduction into D&S how that accompanied and in fact
complimented her education as an engineer, the logic behind her
piercings and her brand, her safeword. We sat, talking one top to
another, regarding a bottom we had in common. And I wanted to
bottom out to him.
And finally my break came. I had a chance to correct him; our
conversation had drifted away from Kathy and onto the community in
general. I placed my had on his leg.
The moment was sheer electricity. Like a shock running up my
arm and into my head. I looked up into his eyes.
He smiled, and he raised his hand and crooked one finger in my
direction; come hither. I rose and moved closer to him, closing
the distance and sitting next to him. "What?" I asked.
He chuckled, a deep, purring sound, and we kissed, my lips
against his wide slash of a muzzle. His rough tongue entered my
mouth, probing against my teeth. One of my hands held me up; the
other roamed about his chest, finding his nipples and tweaking them
gently. He growled, and his claw pressed against my chest, the
sharp tips just protruding from his fingers against me. I felt
reassured, comfortable. Anyone Kathy trusted this much, I had to
as well.
We grappled slowly, not actually proceeding anywhere, just
playing against each other, contained violence, when I distinctly
heard someone clearing her voice. "A-Hem."
Pan and I broke. "Kathy!" he said cheerfully, not at all
disturbed at her interruption. "Come, sit down. We were getting
aquatinted."
"Yeah, I saw how you two were getting aquatinted," she laughed,
crawling over the blanket to Pan and draping herself against him.
She turned to me and said "Isn't he wonderful."
I took a deep breath before answering. "Where did you find
him?"
"You don't know who he is?"
"Should I?"
"Kathy..." Pan said in a warning tone.
"Oh come on, Sir," she said. "Ken, this is Pannel Throden."
"Waitaminute. You're the guy who did all those martial-arts
films, aren't you?"
Pan blushed. "That was a long time ago."
"Hey, you were great," I said. "My coimelin thinks you've got
a great ass." We all laughed.
He picked up his glass and swirled the juice in it before
taking a drink. "Since then I've decided to do something more
important."
I shrugged. Kathy snuggled herself closer to him, her left
hand stroking him through the cloth of his gym shorts. I could see
his erection standing up through the shorts; my immediate
assessment was that Pan was built just a big all over. Either that
or he had a nunchukau growing in his shorts.
He growled playfully said, "You're being very impertinent,
slave."
"I know," she said.
"Then I suggest you decide how this scene is going to go,
before you go any further."
I lay back on the blanket, laughed and said, "Safeword!"
Pan echoed my laugh and said "Agreed." His paw reached out and
grabbed me by the collar of my jacket, pulling me up towards him.
I turned over, knowing what he wanted, and he pulled me to his
face. "Or maybe you should decide."
"I'd love to go down on you, Sir," I said.
He smiled and said, "Convince me."
My hand roamed down over his crotch, feeling his bludgeon of a
cock throb under the thin nylon. "I want you, Pan. I want to suck
on your cock, Sir, I want to feel it in my throat. I can do a good
job, Sir, please Sir."
He laughed and "Good enough." I dove down to his crotch,
already panting for him. I pulled his shorts off, and I heard
Kathy complain. His cock popped out, large and throbbing. I
licked my lips and took the head into my mouth, sucking down,
feeling it against my. I sucked down further, until my chin
pressed against his belly and I could smell the sweet sweat of his
balls. He growled, a paw in my hair as I sucked down all of him.
I'd long been able to take cock deep into my throat, but my
opportunities to display that little skill were so rare; I loved
this chance to show off, especially to Kathy's new Master.
He groaned loudly, and I was grateful that he didn't buck his
hips to get deeper; I was taking him all the way. His cock was
magnificent, loose skin sliding over firm flesh. But his other paw
did seek out my crotch and stroke me through the material of my
uniform. As his paw caressed my ass I groaned and shook against
him. His growling laugh returned. "You like that?" he said.
Despite the tone, I didn't think it was a question, but I managed
an "mm-hmm" around his cock.
"Kathy, does your old Master enjoy taking it as well as you
do?" I heard him say. Apparently I was getting to him because I
could distinctly hear him gritting his teeth around his words.
"If I recall, he was a regular gamer at Pit."
His paw grabbed under my throat and lifted me off of his cock.
I moaned, my eyes tearing. I wanted him, I wanted more of him.
Please.
"So, would you like to be fucked, Ken?"
I looked at him and said, "Yes, sir." And I did want to be
fucked, by him.
He leapt up, as smooth as always but with a lot of enthusiasm.
He grabbed me by the collar of my jacket and stood me up, turned me
around and leaned me against a tree. "I hope you have a spare
uniform," he growled as his claws seized the seat of my pants and
shredded it easily. "Kathy," he said, "get him ready for me." His
paw wrapped around the back of my neck held me against the tree
while I felt Kathy's two small hands part the cheeks of my ass.
Her tongue probed deeply between the cheeks of my ass and when she
licked over my hole I swooned. Held in place by such strong hands
and caressed by such sweet licks, I was losing my mind, and it was
such a nice feeling.
"That's enough," Pan growled. She withdrew slowly, and I felt
him take place behind me. I felt him position his cock against my
ass, and pressed against my anus.
I felt the flesh of my asshole bow inward, gripping his cock,
and then it began to give way, his firmness slipping past me, going
into me. The sensation ran up my spine straight into the pleasure
centers of my brain as he pressed into me, his chest against my
back, my cheek against the smooth bark of the tree. His cock
filled me utterly, pressed far into me.
"You're very good," he said with a voice that was complete
control.
"Thank you, sir," I breathed. He laughed again and began to
fuck me, stroking in and out. I could feel my guts trying to hold
onto his cock, to move with him as he ravished me slowly.
"Slave," he said. "amuse your former master." He stopped
fucking me for a moment, and I felt Kathy scoot between our legs.
She opened my pants, and as she did so he began fucking me again,
slowly and surely. She took my cock in her mouth, and she did
indeed distract me. It was hard enough, anyway. I closed my eyes,
and Pan's paws grabbed me about the waist and he began to pound
into me. It became hard to breath as he did so; I just wanted him
to keep fucking me, I wanted him to come. My cock was still
hardening in Kathy's mouth as he thrust deeper, harder, and
suddenly he stopped.
He paused for a few seconds, then began to stroke into me,
slowly, and I heard him say "Here I come," and then a loud animal
roar escaped him. I could actually feel his cock throbbing inside
me as he came, shuddering along with the rest of his body. He
panted, growling, animal, and then he said, "Would you like to
come, Ken?"
I could see his face out of the corner of my eye, and I said
"That's not... necessary, sir."
He pulled away, his substantial manhood sliding out of me, and
I shuddered one last time in response to being emptied. "Very
well. Cease, Kathy." She did so, sitting down and rebuckling my
pants. I laughed at the gesture.
"That's not going to do much good, I think," I said. Pan
laughed. We settled down to the blanket again, and I shifted
uncomfortably.
"Are you okay?" Pan asked me.
"Fine, fine. So," I said. "Now that introductions are over,
what's new with you two?"
They both died laughing.
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