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Subject: Journal Entry 200 / 0681 [ Fleabitten ]
Date: 8 Apr 1996 14:23:37 GMT
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Erwer, Yavar 5, 0681
"Priss, stop squirming," I said, trying to keep my frustration
at bay. "I can't do this if you keep moving."
"But it hurts," she complained. I sighed and took the comb
once again to her back. Ember smiled at me said, "Want me to do
it?"
"No, that's okay." I sighed, remembering just how the present
problem had started.
- - -
"So what's the problem?" Rhys asked patiently. I had asked him
because P'nyssa couldn't figure it out.
"We've got something weird in the castle, Rhys. The kids are
all scratching, the skins are starting to have these weird rashes.
Everybody's itching. Sometimes they bleed, they scratch so hard."
"Where are the rashes appearing?"
"Mostly on the legs of skins, but the furries are all over."
Rhys thought for a moment, then smiled. Then he began to
laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked.
"You don't need a doctor, Ken. What you need is an
exterminator. You've got fleas!"
- - -
So here I am, tiny comb in hand, trying to get the single fleas
out of Priss's fur before we dunk her in the flea dip. To my left
Kimmie is running a similar tiny-toothed comb over Mitch's fur.
Although technically Kimmie had agreed only to stay until Mitch and
his brother and sister were two, four years later she was still
here. And for that I was happy. Kimmie is a playful woman, and I
respect her immensely.
This was my third grooming today. I had one more to do after
this, an adult, which wasn't so bad, but already I had done David
and Michelle, and now Ember's sister, Priss. This was not the high
point of my day. I love Priss, dearly I do. But we've got seven
children in the house ranging from ten to six years old and they're
going to drive me crazy, and I really did not need to do a complete
de-fleaing of the household right about now.
What was worse was that I was desperately trying to keep my
emotions in check. David was only a six-year-old Pamthreat, and
Michelle a seven-year-old Centaur, but Priss, at ten years old, was
just starting to show in her Felinzi body the hints of beauty that
were hers to inherit from her mother and father. Her fur pattern
was more symmetrical than Ember's. There was also more black to
it, small diamonds of white streaking down from her ears around the
tops of her eyes, a large white patch along her spine, losing
symmetry around her buttocks- only one was whited. Both her feet
were white. It looked like she was wearing socks.
But what kept bothering me was the irrational desires that I
had to constantly fight down. As I ran the comb over her tight,
youthful buttocks, I gritted my teeth and concentrated, grabbing
the little blood-suckers as they climbed over the comb and crushing
them between thumb and forefinger. When I was finished, I sighed a
sigh of relief; at least she had no prominent breasts yet, and it
was time to do her front. Her chest and belly were easy to do-
straightforward and relatively smooth. It was when I was between
her legs and doing her pubic region that was truly hell.
Dammit, I am not going to even think those thoughts! But of
course, I did anyway. Why was I cursed with such a good sense of
smell?
"Uncle Ken?" Priss asked.
"Yeah, Empress?" I replied, using her nickname. I got the
feeling that, unlike 'Ember,' Priss would always be known just as
'Priss.'
"Are you okay?"
"Just concentrating, sweetheart. Now hush."
"'Kay," she replied. Temptation is a bitch, and every flick of
the comb brought maddening temptation to my vision. My hands, my
fingers were mere millimeters away from her womanhood. Girlhood.
Dammit!
"Ember?" I said.
"Want me to take over?" she asked.
"Please?" I said. She took the comb from my hands and took my
place, finishing what I had started and then working her way down
her sister's thighs. I walked over to the wall Ember had been
leaning against and sat on the floor. Other than the two grooming
tables, the room had no furniture. It was one of the last rooms in
the Castle to not undergo decontamination procedures. It and my
apartment, which held most of the adults of Castle Shardik,
grooming each other, pairing down to the point where Kimmie and I
would do the last pair. Not being furred (at least, not much), we
wouldn't have to take the dip.
"Okay, Priss, up and out," Ember said. I looked up just in
time to see Priss walk to the far end of the room and jump on the
portable SDisk we had set up in one corner to take the ones we were
done with to the beach and a date with flea dip. I smiled.
Ember looked over at me and said, "You okay?"
I blew a long, whistling breath and said, "I will be. I'm
sorry, Ember, but I just had to get out of there."
"What's wrong?" she asked, standing up from the grooming bench
and walking over to me. She crouched down, still on her feet, her
hand on my knee.
My face flushed hot, and I said, "Ember, I hope you won't get
mad at me, but I needed you to take over or else I was going to
start touching Priss in a less than fatherly way. I don't know why
I feel this way, either, and that bothers me."
Ember lowered her voice until it was just barely above a
whisper. "You mean you wanted to touch her sexually." No
question, no accusation. Just fact. And the whisper was more for
Mitch's benefit than Kimmie's.
I nodded, my face feeling hotter. "I'm sorry," I said.
She put her paw on my shoulder and said, "For what? You did
what you always taught me to do- weigh your choices and decide when
it's time to get out. Isn't that right, Father?" Her voice took
on a tinge of growl, just like she had had when she was much
younger herself.
I smiled and nodded. "I know, I did the right thing." I waved
a hand in the air and said, "Dammit, Ember, I like touching people.
I'm a very sensual person. But I can't do that without
permission. So I like to be sure I have permission." She watched
me intently as I spoke. "So here I am, with your sister, who's not
old enough to understand what her sexuality really is, who's not
old enough to understand what that permission is, and I was having
trouble keeping from crossing the line. Dammit, I can wait five
years, can't I, and let her make her own decisions? What's wrong
with me?"
From the other side of the room I heard Kimmie say, "Okay,
Mitch, out you go." The little six-legged cub leapt across the
floor for the SDisk. Actually, Mitch isn't so little anymore. Of
Karen's three kids, he's the biggest. I can barely carry him.
Kimmie rose from the grooming couch and walked over to where
Ember and I sat. "You gonna be okay?" she asked.
"I thought Ember just asked that. Yeah, I'm gonna be okay."
Ember rose, walked over to the couches and picked up the grooming
combs to dunk them into the sterilizer.
As she did, Kimmie put her hand on my knee and said, "I
understand how you feel."
"Do you?" I asked.
"Sure I do. I understand lust." Her voice held an amused
tint. "It's okay to feel the way you do. Children are different,
and if there's one thing you're enamored of, it's differences. Why
else do you chase after me?" She smiled and her teeth were
beautifully white. Kimmie's short, only 145 cents, and she's
overweight. Blonde, deeply tanned, her skin is perfectly smooth,
and I think she's gorgeous. Her face is cherubic, but more than
that, she's rounded and soft and squeezable and the only way I can
ever think to describe is that she's one of the smallest, sexiest
examples of human womanhood I've had the pleasure of crawling into
bed with. Both her breasts and her ass are oversized, but they're
still perfectly smooth, squeezable. Okay, enough. She's perfect
just the way she is.
"But if there's one thing I shouldn't be attracted to, it's
them! I mean, they're children."
"And as long as you remember that, you're going to be okay."
"Besides," Ember said, returning with a glass in hand, "You've
raised dozens of children in here. Hundreds, I think. Have you
had these feelings before?"
"Sure, but never like... like that!" I said.
"Situation, Ken. You've been in the lagoon swimming with the
children lots of times, and they're naked then. But that's a
playful and public situation. Temptation doesn't get to you then.
You're under a lot of stress today. It hasn't been a great day,
Father, you of all people should know. And the total concentration
you were putting on Sis probably put a Hell of a strain on you.
Forget about it. You had a normal reaction and took responsible
steps."
I sighed. "I wish I could forget that easily."
Kimmie wiggled a little closer to me, pressing herself against
my side, and whispered, "I'll help you forget."
"Oh, you will, will you?" I said in a low reply.
"Uh-huh," she said. I was so busy staring into her sweet green
eyes that I didn't know what Ember was up to until I felt her paw
run along the seam of my shorts. "Look, Kimmie, he's still hard."
"I'm not surprised," she said, leaning over and nibbling on my
ear.
I hissed and said, "We've got a lot to do. Salta and Aaden are
waiting for us."
"So?" Ember said, looking at me. Her slitted eyes were
positively glowing with laughter. "We need a break. And you're
going to help." She reached down and pulled one of the strings on
my shorts. The knot gave way and my fly opened. Actually,
considering how hard I was, that was something of a relief.
"How long a break?" I asked.
"Long as it takes," Ember replied, pulling the lacing off of my
shorts and freeing my erection. She lay down between my legs and
in one smooth motion swallowed my cock. The sudden warmth
surrounding my sex made me inhale sharply with pleasure.
"I suppose a break isn't a bad idea," I said in one long
breath. "Hmm?" I said to Kim, wiggling my eyebrows. Ember's
Felinzi muzzle wrapped around my cock was as talented as ever. I
leaned over to kiss Kimmie, biting her lower lip softly. Kimmie's
always claimed that she could never visit Rhysh, but I swear she's
got the makings of a wonderful bottom in her.
Kimmie's doesn't open her mouth very far when she kisses, and
that's something I've always found frustrating. But I do adore
her. I kissed her well-tanned cheeks, my right hand stroking
Ember's head, my left hand around Kimmie's shoulder and reaching
into the collar of her loosely-fitted and oversized T-shirt to
pinch her nipples between my fingers.
Ember sucked my cock as Kimmie and I got further into a serious
kissing match, both my hand reaching under her shirt to play with
her firm breasts.
"Kimmie," Ember said, raising off of my waving erection.
Kimmie stopped kissing me and looked down. Ember shook her head as
if to suggest something silently, but I had no idea what, and
Kimmie smiled and nodded.
"Okay, Ken," she said, "Onto the grooming bench."
"What?"
"Over there. Now." My, my, I thought. Never thought I'd see
Kimmie giving orders. At least not to adults.
"By your command," I said with a smile, rising and sitting on
the grooming bench closest to the door. It was a low, long bench
covered in an ugly greenish vinyl, wide enough to hold an Uncia.
"Lie down on your back," she said. I complied, lying down on
the bench as if I were preparing for a grooming myself. Ember
crawled onto the bench with me, a big smile playing over her
muzzle. She straddled my hips, grabbed my cock and with one slow
motion sank down onto my erection. I sighed, closing my eyes with
pleasure. I reached forward and placed my hands on her furry
thighs, enjoying the soft sensations of her black-and-white fur
against my hips, legs, body. She smiled down at me, not moving,
just holding my cock inside her.
The bench creaked gently, and I felt the thin padding deform
slightly as Kimmie climbed onto the bench by my head. I looked up
through my already sweaty hair and said "Hello."
"Hi," she said with that beautiful smile. She crawled up and
straddled my head, not quite in reach. I raised my head to reach
her cunny and she pushed me down. "Ah,ah," she said. "You've got
two choices, Ken. Either you can leave your hands where they are,
and you won't be able to move them much, or you can put them over
your head."
I thought about it for a few seconds. The distraction made my
cock soften slightly. Ember gave me one mercy stroke, and that got
my attention again. "I'll leave them where they are."
"Good," Kimmie said impishly. She slowly eased herself down,
bending over to put at least some of her weight on her arms, until
her cunt was easily in reach of my tongue. She pushed her hips
back a little further until she had almost literally shoved her
pussy in my face. I dug in, quickly burying myself in her
womanhood, tasting and smelling. I concentrated on her clitoris,
but in the position I was in I also found myself digging deep
between her lips, tasting her juices fresh from her. Ember began
stroking my cock again with surprising speed.
Kimmie pushed herself up, her hips pivoting, sliding her cunny
over my lips and chin and out of reach. I strained for it as
Kimmie settled herself further down onto my face, pushing her
asshole against my lips.
If that's what she wanted, I was willing to give. I had little
choice in the matter, anyway. She settled back a little further,
her substantial buttocks blocking most of my sight. All I could
see was the cleft of her ass and her hair hanging down. I slid my
tongue against her anus and she sighed, "That's it, Kenny, keep it
up."
It was then that I realized I couldn't breathe! I moaned
against her ass, trying to get her attention. "Just noticed, huh?
I'm not getting up until you come, Ken." I moaned again, realized
they both had me where they wanted me. I closed my eyes and
concentrated on what was happening to me, sliding my tongue around
Kimmie's anus in tiny circles.
Ember began stroking harder. They had to know if I passed out,
didn't they? They had to. I hoped they did. "Stick it in,"
Kimmie ordered. I obeyed her, pressing my tongue harder against
her asshole. "That's it, Kenny. Eat my asshole, just like that."
I groaned silently into her flesh, sliding my tongue around the
wrinkled flesh. "Deeper," she ordered. I tried to follow her
orders.
Ember was slamming against me. I reached up with my hands to
touch Kimmie's teats, holding onto them.
"You like playing with my teats, don't you? Well, you better
come soon, Kenny. Must be running out of air, aren't you?"
I was. My head was swimming without air. Stars raced across
my vision. I was losing it, and Ember's strength was going to be
for nothing. I was passing out, I was, I was...
I was coming! Moaning again against Kimmie's skin, then
gasping for air as she nearly leapt off of me, the oxygen striking
my brain with almost as much force as my orgasm. My Felinzi
daughter gave me a few more finishing strokes, then came to a stop,
sitting atop my hips, a huge smile across her muzzle. Kimmie sat
on the floor next to me. I turned my head to my left and looked
her in the eyes. "What," I gasped, "What was that?"
"You didn't like it?" she asked.
"I haven't decided yet," I said. I lay back on the bench and
said,
"That's the sort of thing they do in Rhysh."
"I know," she said. "I thought you might be intrigued. What
was it like?"
"It felt... dangerous. I was worried you might not know if I
passed out."
"I thought I'd know. When you stopped playing with my teats or
my ass I'd know."
I nodded, still staring at the ceiling. The world was coming
to a stop. There was a quick, sharp strike of near-pain as Ember
rose off my cock. "Awww," she purred. "We would never do anything
to hurt you."
I reached up and scratched her behind her ears. She mewled
softly. "I know," I said. "I know." She lay down against me on
the bench. Kimmie leaned over the two of us and hugged us both. I
reached up and wrapped my arms around them.
We lay there for a few seconds when a new voice interrupted us.
"Here we are, working and scratching ourselves to death, and the
three of you are making love!"
I looked up and saw the Mustela contingent of Shardik Castle
standing there, paws on his hips. "Sorry, Salta. We needed a
break," I said.
He was unimpressed. "Hmph. Come on, come on. Break's over,
then."
I looked at Ember, who covered her mouth to keep Salta from
seeing her smile. Kimmie giggled blatantly. "Okay," I groaned,
righting myself into a sitting position. "Up you go." Salta leapt
up onto the bench. "Can I dress, first?" I asked.
"Feel free," Salta asked.
I grabbed my shorts and pulled them on. "We really needed to
take a pause, Salta. For more than just work reasons."
"I didn't mean to sound curt, Shardik. But this really hurts,
and I'd really like to get it over with. Remember the time with
your ear?"
"Who can forget it?" Aaden asked sardonically, looking in
around the corner. I waved.
"Who can forget?" I agreed. "As quick as we can." I retrieved
the comb and set to work on Aaden's fur. I was thankful to whoever
had decided that Salta should be one of the last people to get
groomed. At 105 cents the Mustela are the smallest species on
Pendor. Less to comb. And that would mean that Aaden, who was
already purring under my brush, would be left alone with me.
Kimmie set to work finishing him as Ember excused herself and
teleported to the beach.
- - -
When we were finished, Aaden and I teleported to the beach with
the rest of them. I ran for the ocean and dove in headfirst; Aaden
had to hit the dip first. Whatever fleas were still on me
retreated to the air. At least, that's what I hoped.
I stayed underwater for a few seconds, hoping the beasties
would get lost and leave me alone, although I knew the second I
surfaced I was a warm target in a cold sea and therefore fair game.
But the salt burning on the flea bites I already had and the feel
of the ring's grit beneath my toes as I pushed off the bottom felt
wonderful, cleansing.
As I got out of the water I was immediately surrounded by a
small swarm of bumblebee-sized robots. 'Azzies' are usually used
for crop pest-control, but I'd had Josh send a few over to help
with the Castle decontamination. They were brutal little things,
grabbing fleas from the air and, lacking any sort of storage space
of their own, simply shredding them.
"Hey, Ken," Paul called from over by the barbecue we had set
up. I figured an impromptu beach barbecue was the easiest way to
keep the kids occupied until the azzies were finished.
"Yeah?"
"How do you like your hamburger?"
"Rare!" I shouted back. He nodded. He wore a centaur-length
apron that said "You may KISS the cook, but do NOT pinch, fondle,
or molest." I smiled.
"Unca Ken!" a shout interrupted my musing. I was being charged
my Priss again. She jumped as she closed the distance and I caught
her in my arms. Her furry buttocks settled easily into the
familiar crux of my arm. Despite my earlier misgivings, I felt
very comfortable holding her like that.
"How ya doin, kiddo? No more itches?"
"Nope!" she smiled. "Are you gonna play Frisbee with the rest
of us?"
"In a second. Go on," I said, putting her down. "I've gotta
talk to your sister."
"Okay," she said, running off down the beach.
Ember walked over to me easily and said, "See, that wasn't so
bad, was it?"
"Nope," I said, picking up Priss's speech pattern. It's an
annoying habit I have. "All it takes is the right perspective."
She kissed me on the cheek. "That's all it takes," she said
quietly.
"Thanks," I said, smiling. Despite the fleas, it was going to
be a good day after all.
--
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