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Subject: Journal Entry 020 / 0672 [ Remember ]
Date: 4 Apr 1996 13:18:38 GMT
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Seren, Narrin 19, 0672
From The Journals of AI David Majors Shardik
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The door to the apartment slid open with only the slightest
whisper, but Ember heard that whisper and slammed the book in her
lap shut quickly, looking up to see who had entered.
Her guilt at being caught intensified. "P'raine!" she said.
P'raine walked in silently, shaking her head. "What are you
doing in here?" she asked.
"I was just... I mean... I just... Oh, damn. I was feeling
lonely, so I decided to come in here and just... be alone."
"That's not a very good cure for loneliness, kiddo. Wha'cha
readin?"
"It's just a book. I thought I'd get caught up."
"Let me see."
"It's just a book."
"Bawr, you may well be five hundred years old, but I'm still
your friend. I know better than that. Give it here."
Ember's muzzle fell, her nose flaring with more than a little
embarrassment as she turned over the gray hardcover to P'raine.
P'raine turned it over and read the title. "The Journal Entries of
Kennet R'yal Shardik, Personal Threads, 148."
She put the book down on the mildly dusty coffee table and sat
next to Ember. "Still hurts, doesn't it?"
Ember nodded, miserably. Tears welled in her eyes and she
said, "He's not dead. He can't be dead."
"They've been missing for nearly fifty years, sweetheart. If
they're out there, it'll be a long time before we find them. The
last report we had was of a Sinox attack on their location, but Ian
told me they swept that area pretty hard."
"Rainy, you can't kill someone like Kennet Shardik. It just
doesn't happen. Not by some sub-adolescent species with oversized
nostrils. The Sinox did not kill my grandfather, and I know it!"
Rainy put her tens around her best friend's shoulders and said
"I know, Bawr, I know. They're my parents, trust me, I know."
Ember buried her head in Rainy's chest and began crying. She cried
for a long time, loud sobs shuddering through her every once in a
while, sometimes accompanied by a little peal, a little prayer.
"I want him to come home," Ember said in her little voice. "I
want him to come home and hold me, take me to bed and play with me
again. I want to touch him and hold him and kiss him and bite
him." P'raine grinned gently. "I want to feel his tongue against
my clit, and his cock inside my pussy again. I miss him, and it's
not fucking fair!"
P'raine stroked Ember's fur. "No, it isn't. Over there on
that wall is Dad's proof that life isn't fair," she said, pointing
to the picture of Donna. "Sometimes people die. Sometimes they
just leave."
"But not Ken, not Ken, he couldn't just leave without saying
good-bye. He couldn't just die somewhere out there, among the
stars. Why'd he want to leave Pendor anyway?"
P'raine shrugged slightly. "He liked the stars, and he liked
to travel. He once joked that the was the ultimate tourist, and he
had built the ultimate place to see." She smiled.
Ember smiled through her tears, still crying gently. "It's
still not fair."
"No, it isn't. But maybe he'll come back. Maybe it'll be
soon. You could wake up tomorrow and find him and mom and Aaden
and maybe even Rowan moving right back in."
"Probably not," Ember said.
"No, probably not," Rainy agreed. "But it could happen."
Ember smiled slightly and said, "I know." She brushed at the
tears that had flowed down onto her fur and said, "I just wish.
Why'd you come here?"
"I grew up in here," Rainy said. "This is my home. Remember
when you used to baby-sit me?"
Ember nodded, her face cheering just a little. "And I remember
you throwing up all over me when you were fur."
P'raine stuck out her tongue at Ember and said, "I told you I
didn't feel good that night." They sat on the couch and laughed.
"You know," Rainy said, "you're very privileged. Or we are, I
guess."
"What do you mean?"
"Nobody knows these are here," P'raine said, tapping the cover
of the Journal Entry. "Castle Shardik people can read these all
they want, but the ones in the public domain are all five hundred
years old or so."
"That one's in the public domain," Ember said.
"Yeah, but not this one," Rainy replied, leaning over to the
bookshelf and pulling down '477. She flipped through it to
Shardik's birthday, finding the day before and the day after. She
showed it to Bawr, who quickly scanned the pages with her eyes.
She laughed a little at some of it, and said, "I didn't know that
was in there."
Rainy shrugged. "I'm glad some people don't know, too. But
it's okay if you do."
"Thanks."
"Hey," Rainy said, "what are friends for?" She was silent for
a few seconds. "Actually, I came back because I wanted to visit."
Ember looked up. "Visit who?" she asked.
"Ghosts, I guess. Dead or alive, he's missing, but my home
hasn't changed. It's still the same. The rug's a little faded,
the walls a little dusty. I got used to all the plants, and now
Aaden's moved. He isn't at Rhysh; nobody seems to know where he
is. The door to my old bedroom's closed shut again, but the living
room's the same. New bookshelf next to the old ones." She sighed.
"You know, I miss him, too. But not the way you do. I've read
'The Kitten'n,' sweetheart." Bawr's fur crested with
embarrassment. "So I know how well you and Dad got along. But I
miss other things about him. I miss the scratchy beard he had when
I was growing up. I miss watching him turn the crank to make ice
cream. I miss his fission chili."
Ember smiled a little wider. "I know. I miss those things
too. I miss throwing him into the pool. I mean, I threw Maha in
the other day, but it just wasn't the same."
"Isn't Maha your father?"
"Yeah, but he wasn't the one who I grew up with. I grew up
with your dad, with Ken. Dad, my dad, was always busy, always out
doing things. Now that I'm grown up, he's just another mel,
really."
Rainy nodded. "That was before Mom and he moved in together."
Ember jumped up and said, "I'm gonna go talk to some of your
ghosts." She walked to the bedroom portal and jumped. The
gravitics lowered her quickly to the bed, and she grabbed the
pillows, wrapping herself in them. Ken had always had large
pillows on the bed, and if she concentrated real hard, she could
just barely make out his scent on them, mingled with others.
The scent just deepened her depression, making it hurt all the
more. She barely noticed when Rainy landed on the bed. "That's
not going to make you feel any better," Rainy said.
"I know," Ember said, her voice cracking. "But I need to feel
this. I need him."
Rainy knelt on the bed next to her curled-up friend. "Ember,"
she said. "Close your eyes." Ember did so, and Rainy slowly
placed her mitt against the back of Rainy's back. "Close your eyes
and dream."
Ember sobbed gently, her eyes closed and her head buried into
the pillow. "Think about Ken, Ember. Try to remember him. Think
of his long hair. Brown eyes. Strong chin and nose. Remember?"
"Uh-huh" Ember said.
"Just imagine his hands, touching you, like this," Rainy spoke
slowly, running her mittens down her back. "You remember how he
used to like to scratch you?" Ember nodded. "And remember how he
used to tickle you?" Rainy circled her mitt lightly over Ember's
sides, trying to tickle her friend. Ember giggled and squirmed.
"Do you remember his kiss?"
Rainy bent over and kissed Ember lightly, just behind the ear,
making it flicker gently, just as a cat's will. Ember sighed
softly. "And sometimes he'd move a little further down.
Remember... He used to love to kiss your neck." She moved down and
kissed the back of Ember's neck, baring her teeth just a little to
get through the fur. "Do you remember?"
"Uh-huh," Ember said again, this time a little more
breathlessly.
Rainy pushed herself away just a little and put her mittens on
Ember's shoulders. "He used to love to rub your shoulders, just
like this." Rainy smiled as Ember's sighed broke. "You miss him,
I know, but he's still here, still alive." She eased her way down
Ember's back, carefully trying to touch every knot and care.
Although she lacked her mother's psionic talent for knowing exactly
what was wrong where, she knew where her friend hurt; she could
feel it, and she sometimes thought she could see it.
And as her mittens reached Ember's butt, Rainy realized she was
going to have to go through with her intentions. She took a deep
breath and said, "Remember how annoying he could be, waking you up
at ten lome' because he couldn't sleep and his hands would wander,
and where would they wander to?" Her mittens slid along the furry
cleft of Ember's ass, easing their way towards Ember's cunny.
Ember moaned as Rainy's palm slid over her pussy.
"I rrememberrrrr," Ember said, her voice falling into a deep
and pronounce Felin accent. "But he wasn't always annoying," she
said.
"No, he wasn't," Rainy agreed, her smile broadening.
"Sometimes, you would wake up from a great dream, remember? A hot
and sexy dream, and there he was, touching you, and he was so much
better than a dream, wasn't he?"
"Yeahhhhh..." Ember purred. "So much betterrr. He was so
sweet."
Rainy's mitten slid down, caressing Ember's cunt where it
pouted out from between her legs. "And his hands would go
everywhere," she said, reaching over Ember to stroke her nipples.
"You remember what he called you, didn't he? 'My Kitten.' My
kitten." She flexed her palm between Ember's labia, sliding it
deeper against the flesh. Ember mewled a low moan of pleasure,
turning over onto her back. "It meant everything to you, didn't
it, to be possessed by him. More than his silly friends, he owned
you, didn't he?"
"Yessss..." Ember moaned, the confession startling even her.
Rainy continued her explorations, rubbing the soft fur of Ember's
belly. Ember spread her legs a little wider, and Rainy accepted
the invitation, laying down between her friend's legs and taking
her first, tentative licks of Ember's pussy. Ember's purr was loud
and soulful, and Rainy accepted it for the permission it was,
licking a little deeper, using both mittens to spread Ember's vulva
just a little wider, taking a careful look before sliding her
tongue into the tiny pink slit of flesh.
Ember put her paws on Rainy's head gently, urging her on. "I
rememberrrrr..." she purred, her body tensing with pleasure as
Rainy dove in deeper, feeling the pleasure course up her spine and
down her legs. She felt her toes curl. She could see the deep
blue fur of the top of Rainy's head between her thighs, but it
mattered little to her... It felt so good!
Rainy had a little fight with the muscles of her smile, trying
to concentrate them on Ember and having trouble marshaling them.
She shook her head there between Ember's thighs, laughing gently
into the warm and delicious cunny before her, licking the tiny
labia of her best friend, working her way towards Ember's hooded
clitoris, pressing gently above it with her lips, exposing the
little pink-white nub to her. Ember yowled aloud like a soul found
as she slid her tongue over that nub ever-so-gently, caressing her
evermore carefully, evermore urgently.
Rainy began gently grazing Ember's clit up and down, savoring
the juices that dripped in tiny pulses from her cunny, and Ember
growled softly, "just a little harderrr, pleaserrrr.." Rainy
pressed down with a little more force, but just as slowly, and
Ember breathing grew strong as she dug in just a little more.
"Morrrrre." Rainy sped up just a little, and Ember shuddered, her
legs pressing against Rainy suddenly, and Rainy knew Ember had just
come.
But that was no reason to stop, and she simply backed off,
nipping at Ember's outer lips with her teeth, eliciting little
growls as she did. The smile returned, and she fought it back- her
lips had more interesting things to do. The mottled
black-and-white of Ember's fur reached between her legs and ran
down the left side of her groin, except for the labia itself, the
fur of which was white on one side and a tawny orange on the other-
the only place on Ember's body that showed her mother's fur color.
Rainy admired the view of her friend's beautiful cunt for a
short time before diving in again, slowly licking around and
closing in on the clitoris again, driving Ember slowly towards her
second orgasm.
And Rainy decided to tease this time, pushing even slower.
"Faster," Ember breathed, and Rainy slowed down. "Slower," Ember
said, and Rainy slowed down.
"Stop teasing me..." Ember moaned, mournfully, groaning. Rainy
slid one of her tens down between her own legs and into the silk
pants she wore, stroking her own cunt, not at all surprised to find
it dripping and soaked. She smiled, playing with herself but
concentrating entirely on Ember, and finally she relented, speeding
up as Ember wished, kissing and licking until Ember yowled aloud,
climaxing with tiny thrashes on the bed.
Rainy pulled her mitten out of her pants and crawled up to
hover over Ember. "Do you remember?" she asked, the smile
returning.
Ember nodded, her eyes fluttering open. "I remember. I also
remember how much of a tease he was!" She threw her arms up and
wrapped them around Rainy, hauling her friend down onto the bed
with her. "Thank you so much," she said.
"Anything for you," Rainy said. "You're family, and don't you
ever forget it."
"I won't," Ember sighed. The two of them curled up for one
more night in Shardik's bed.
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"Journal Entry 020 / 0672 [ Remember ]"
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