From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg)
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Subject: Journal Entry 141 / 0918 [ Reunion, Part 1 ]
Date: 10 May 1996 13:40:40 GMT
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Anar, Narnya 20, 0918
"Nervous?" Garth asked him.
"No."
"Liar." Garth shot Nickolai a grin. Nickolai thought it was
the first he'd seen on his friend in nearly a week. "You told me
how good you were at hiding your nervousness a year ago.
Remember?"
Nickolai nodded. "I remember." He took a deep breath, held it
for a second, then released it. "Okay, yes, I'm scared out of my
wits. I'm shaking in my plastic boots. I'm also exhausted."
"You should have slept," Garth suggested.
"I tried, but I couldn't." Nickolai fidgeted. "I mean, I know
it's late, but..."
Garth nodded and shouldered his carry-on bag, heading for the
door. Nickolai did the same. Garth palmed the control; the door
slid open for them and closed just as efficiently behind them. The
hallways of the Off-Centaur were the same muted blue they had been
for the past two weeks. Nickolai found the color oppressive,
although he couldn't really say why.
They made their way to the elevator and down to the forward
boarding bay. The crowd waiting for the doors to open amassed
about half of the tourist traffic on the Off-Centaur. Nickolai
looked around, feeling annoyed at the press of Terrans with their
four-lens cameras and their ugly outfits. In defiance of their
"comfortable clothes," he had worn denim, boots, and the T-shirt
Shardik had given him two years ago, printed with a matrix of
gene-compatibility lists and percentages; the lowest percentage
compared Dolphins and Dragons; that was 94%. Over that he wore a
leather jacket, and the feel of animal hide against his skin was
one of those pleasures he enjoyed with obscene indifference to the
discomfort of his fellow Terrans. With the banning of beef herding
centuries earlier, few Terrans had even heard of leather, much less
seen it.
The doors opened with a mechanical hum that reverberated
through the deckplates under Nickolai's feet. His heart beat
faster as he remembered two years ago when he had walked through
this gateway, or one just like it, going the other way, leaving
Jofuran behind, separating them both until he could come back,
could really consummate the love he felt for her. It had been too
long since he had seen her or heard her voice.
Garth nudged him. "Doors are open, Nickolai."
He looked up as the crowd shifted forward, walking out the
door. Outside he heard a voice repeat the welcoming introduction
he had heard two years ago. "Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.
As you have been informed, this is now late in our nighttime cycle,
and we would appreciate if you would move towards your hotels and
become situated. My name is Illyana, and I am your tourguide."
Nickolai found the guide's presence reassuring. She emphasized
for him that Pendor really did start right outside those doors, and
he was ready for whatever happened once he was there. He stepped
forward, pushing his way with the rest of the crowd through the
four-by-four meter portal onto Parma Space Station. As the crowd
flowed leftwards, another voice, this one ringing even louder bells
in his memory, whispered "Nickolai, turn right." He looked around,
wondering who said that. "Sean?"
"Yes. Turn right and walk through the crowd. Step over the
barrier when you get to it."
Nickolai grabbed Garth by the upper arm. "Come on!"
"Where are we going?"
"Following instructions!" He pulled the bewildered Felinzi
until they found a barrier of rope supported on posts. He stepped
over the barrier and walked out onto bare carpet of a presently
unused portion of the concourse. Garth followed. Suddenly free of
the crush of humanity, he looked around. Two figures were
approaching them, and his chest grew tight; the taller one was
Jofuran. She still dressed much the same; a loose-fitting blouse
with a soft collar, desert-yellow dress and boots. Still an
archeologist and archeologists' daughter, and still the rodentine
Markal. He dropped his bags and walked, then broke into a run; she
did the same. They crashed into each other. "Furry!"
"Kolya!" she shouted as he hugged her tight. They laughed
together. "Oh, I missed you!"
"I missed you too!" he shouted, picking her up off the floor.
He held her in his arms as she peered down at him, then bent to
kiss him. He craned his neck to kiss her back.
Finally, she lifted her head and he lowered her back to the
floor. "I saw you in my dreams" he said.
"Uh-huh!" Furry's reply made Nickolai smile. That particular
pair of syllables had been the first thing about her that he had
found attractive. "I saw you there, too," she continued. She
smoothed out her skirt and turned. Nickolai watched her as all of
his feelings, all of his dreams of the past four years flowed
through him. Like so much that had happened in the past ten
minutes, just staring at her felt perfectly right. She was still
the same humanoid he had left, her hips a little wider than the
human frame, just a head shorter than he was, with lovely rounded
ears and a long furry tail. Her fur was the same grey (he had
learned from one of her letters that the polite term was 'steel')
he remembered from two years back. Her short muzzle and whiteless
eyes completed the mouse-like design of her species.
She gestured to the shorter fem standing next to her. "I guess
I'd better introduce you since I've talked so much about you both.
Kiza, this is Kolya. Nickolai, meet Kiza."
"Hi," the shorter fem said. She was as Furry had described
her; a marten, or weasel-variant, with bright black eyes and quick,
nervous movements of her head. Her fur was deep red and very long;
she wore a complimentary black shirt and baggy pants over it. He
reached out a hand, and she shook it.
Then he turned around, gesturing to the tall melKatkin to walk
up and join them. "I guess I'd better do the same. Kiza, Jofuran,
this is Garth, my roommate. Garth, this is Furry, and this is her
roommate, Kiza."
Garth shook hands with Kiza first, then with Furry. "I've
heard so much about you. It's like I know you."
Furry giggled. "I don't know if you know me, but I'm flattered
that Kolya talked about me."
"I don't think I could have talked about much else for a few
months after leaving back in 2800," Nickolai interjected. He
smiled as Furry blushed visibly, the tips of her ears reddening, as
did the edge of her muzzle about her whiskers.
Garth laughed. "No, you couldn't." He turned to Furry.
"Don't worry, he was just depressed. I forced him into the fencing
class and the local video game tourney. That got him out of his
depression. I haven't seen him quite like this in a while,
though."
Nickolai slid his arm around Furry. "What do you want, Garth?
I've been feeling like a part of me has been..." Nickolai stopped;
an urge he had been desperately trying to suppress just would not
stay down anymore and he yawned. "Oh! Sorry... Like a part of me
was many light years away." He said to Furry, "And I did miss you
so."
"You look tired," Furry observed, stating the obvious.
"I am," Nickolai replied with exasperation. "Exhausted even."
He looked at his watch. "Shiptime, it's nearly 2400 hours, and
I've been so nervous I couldn't take a nap all day."
"Let's get you to bed, then." She took his hand and smiled.
"That's the best invitation I've had all year."
Garth, on the other hand, had reservations looking for
expression. "Um, shouldn't I be finding the tour and getting my
hotel room ready?"
"You don't want to stay with me?" Furry asked, breaking her
starry-eyed mutual stare with Nickolai. "I've got two spare rooms
right now. Mom and Dad are off-world for the next decade or so."
"Um..."
"Come on," Furry encouraged him. "It'll be fun. You don't
have to go with the tour." She reached out and took Garth's hand
in hers. "You won't get into any trouble, okay? Look, it's just
what I did with Nickolai two years ago, and he didn't get into any
trouble. I mean, other than that he got stabbed and fell in love
with me."
"That second part was very troubling," Nickolai added,
laughing.
"You're sure I won't get into trouble?" Garth didn't sound
convinced.
"Positive," Furry said. "It's perfectly legal. I'll even
teach you how to use the SDisk system. Or maybe Kiza will. I
dunno. It's late. Come on."
Garth looked around, took a deep breath to mirror one of
Nickolai's, and nodded. "Lead me to my doom," he smiled.
"Wonderful!" Furry said. "This way!" She lead them down a
corridor that widened after about two minutes of walking; along one
wall six white circles, each about five meters across, waited for
passengers. Nickolai smiled and leapt onto one. "I'm ready," he
announced.
"Good!" Furry said. "You navigate, then."
"Gladly. Sean, I want to get as close to her house as
possible."
"As easily done as said," the AI's voice said as it teleported
them to the blue-carpeted corridor that lead to Jofuran's home.
"Lex?"
"Welcome back, Nickolai. Here to stay this time?"
"I certainly hope so. Blue line to Jofuran's house please."
"It's yellow these days." A line of light appeared at
Nickolai's feet.
"They recarpeted," Jofuran explained. "And Lex needed a new
color."
"I can live with that. Follow me!" Nickolai broke into a run
and Furry chased after him, leaving Garth and Kiza behind.
She chased him down the hallway and when she finally did catch
him,
he was waiting at the door to her home, grinning. "You!" she
gasped, catching her breath.
He pulled her close as she palmed the door open. "What about
me?"
"I love you," she sighed. She led him by the hand through the
thematically white living room, with its high arches and broad
glassed walls looking out over the plain, and into her bedroom.
As the door closed behind him, he said, "I missed you, Furry."
She wheeled around and pulled him close to her. Sobbing
through tears that he hoped were joy, she managed to say "Kolya,
oh, I missed you too." She looked up into his face, and he smiled
down, dropping down slightly and kissing her nose. They closed the
gap and mouth met muzzle, tongue met tongue. Her hands roamed
along his back and butt freely; his hands did the same with her.
They walked almost in synch to Furry's bed, which was now
appropriately sized for an adult Pendorian. Two years ago they had
both been coming from Earth, and her bed had been a leftover from
her early childhood, a little girl's bed complete with cartoon
bedspread. They had made love in that bed, and he had gotten a
perverse pleasure from doing so, but he much preferred tonight to
have a real bed in which to make their reunion.
She pushed against him, and he let himself fall to the bed with
an unceremonious "whoops!" He giggled and she fell upon him,
pulling at his shirt where it tucked into his pants, kissing his
stomach as she exposed more and more of it. "Oh, Kolya," she
gasped, "I've dreamed of this day over and over and over. I can't
believe you're really here, with me. I missed you so much, I've
needed you so much."
He stopped her with his hands, picked her head up and looked
into her eyes. "Furry, I did too. I missed you; I hung your
picture over my bed, over my desk; I kept an image of you in my
notebook at all times so I could look at it. I love you."
"I love you too!" She struggled with his jacket, which she now
realized was stopping her from removing his T-shirt. He laughed
and sat up, helping her with both, then flopped back down onto the
bed. She fell to kissing his chest, his belly.
But Nickolai had other plans; with a quick shift of his weight,
they rolled over on the bed and he found himself on top. Her shirt
was a simple loose pullover, and he tugged it up. She raised her
arms above her head, and he soon had it off of her, struggling with
his own to take it off at the same time. He fell onto her as she
had him, kissing her nipples, then nipping his way around her
breasts, grazing on her fur. She tilted his head and let her fur
run along his cheek, closing his eyes and sighing. "You know,
Furry, nothing really reminded me of what you were like. Nothing.
I needed this; I need to touch you to know just how wonderful
making love to you can be."
She stroked his hair. "I know," she whispered. "I know. I've
missed you too. Now come on, take those pants off and let's really
remind ourselves of what we've been missing."
He smiled and stood up, unbuckling his pants; they fell to the
floor and he stepped out of them while she undid the loose cotton
skirt she had been wearing and tossed it aside. She looked at him,
her eyes ablaze with lust and desire as his cock jutted out from
his body at a ninety degree angle. She slid off the bed and onto
her knees, her head just a millimeter away from his erection, her
eyes glued to it rapturously. "I don't even need to do anything to
get it hard," she said. "Just be here."
"Penises are the lightest things in the world," Nickolai said,
laughing. "Even fantasies can make them rise."
Jofuran laughed, then opened her muzzle and engulfed Nickolai's
cock in her mouth. "Oh, Furry," he gasped.
She slowly opened her mouth in slow, easy steps, taking as much
of his length as she could manage without choking into her mouth.
He reached down and placed his hands atop her head and felt her
slowly stroking along the length of his shaft with her wet tongue.
"Furry," he whispered. She didn't change. "Furry!" he said
aloud.
"Hrmmm?" she said, her mouth full.
"If you keep doing that I'm not going to be able to stay
standing much longer. Can we move somewhere more comfortable?"
"Umm-hmm!" she said, slipping his cock out of her mouth and
grabbing it with one hand instead. "Onto the bed, then."
He smiled and jumped onto the bed, like she suggested, laying
down on his back. He fluffed her pillow up behind him so he could
watch as she lay down on the bed next to him and, her hand still
around the base of his cock, leaned over and again sucked his cock
deep into her mouth. He sighed, his hands stroking her back.
"Furry, what's gotten into you?"
"One thing I missed about you, Nickolai," she said, raising her
head just enough to talk, "Is your beautiful cock. I've dreamed
about having you, and it, with me again. I just want to get all of
you into me at once, and..." She stopped, sliding up to kiss his
mouth again. "I... I want to swallow all of you, make you a part
of me."
While she talked, while they kissed, her legs straddled his
body and with one hand she aimed his cock towards her sex and slid
downwards. Nickolai arched his back as the incredible pleasure of
her warm, wet cunt slid down over his erection.
Jofuran whimpered softly as they hit bottom, her buttock
pressed hard against his hips. "Oh, Nickolai," she moaned.
He pressed up deep within her, and she raised her head,
gasping, as his cock reached into her and pressed against her
cervix. "Yes," she gasped. "That's beautiful."
"You're beautiful," Nickolai countered. She smiled down at him
and began stroking with her body slowly, stroking his cock with her
cunt. He hissed at the soft grip of her sex and the feeling of her
weight above his, at the silky feel of her beautiful grey fur
against the palms of his hands as he stroked her breasts and belly.
She stroked him slowly, never rising in speed or in strength.
She seemed to be able to go on forever, and Nickolai found the
slow, painful rise to orgasm frustrating, but he wasn't about to
complain. "I forgot how much stamina you have," he said instead,
laughing.
"I know," she smiled down at him. "I'm going to make this last
a long time, Nickolai, because I know that it'll be another couple
of hours before you can do it again."
He laughed. "We can try for twice in a row," he said, clamping
down on the thought that Liz had often managed to get him to go
twice in a row.
"We can," she agreed. He looked up at her and he knew for sure
that he loved her. Her wide hips, her soft waist, her small
breasts were all his for the playing. He wanted to play with her
rounded Markal ears, but he couldn't quite reach them. He found
himself staring at her diamond-shaped face with her huge eyes, and
she stared right back, panting slowly. "Getting closer?" she
asked.
"Yes," he gasped. "Oh, yeah."
"Good," she said. "Because I am, too." She smiled down at him
and he began pushing back with her every downstroke, adding force
to their lovemaking. "Hey," she said. "Maybe I should tie you
down and do this someday."
"Someday," he agreed, smiling up at her. His vision of her was
hazy, his eyelids fluttering halfway between climax and exhaustion.
"Kolya..." she gasped, and a small shiver ran through her.
"Yes!" she gasped, stopping her motion.
She shook her head, her fur waving wildly, then started moving
again. "Your turn," she said, grinning. He nodded, smiling back
into her beautiful eyes, and they began a quicker, more demanding
motion. He could feel her cunny gripping his shaft like they
belonged to one another. Maybe, he thought, they did. Slowly his
orgasm rose inside his groin. He could feel his balls tightening
as he got closer. As she began to just fall onto his hips with
every downstroke he thrust back, making love with passion and
abandon. He could feel his whole body tightening, and she reached
down and grasped his hands in her own as suddenly he came! He
cried out her name as he shot his come into her body, "Oh, Furry!"
The final spasms flowed through his body, and then he rested again
on the wide bed..
"Oh, Furry," he said again, looking up. He released one hand
from hers and stroked her cheek. "I love you."
"I know," she said. Between them, he felt his erection
subsiding, and decided to do something about it. He reached up and
slowly turned her over, settling her down on her back and himself
between her legs. He began stroking her cunny slowly with his
semihard erection. "Two?" she giggled.
"Why not?" he said. But despite his efforts, his manhood never
returned to full hardness, and after a few minutes he gave up
trying. "It doesn't seem to want to, though. Sorry."
"It's okay," she said, kissing his throat gently. "I didn't
expect to be able to go twice so soon," she said. "Come on, let's
get some rest. You said it was nearing your sleep cycle when you
got off the ship."
"What about... Um, what about our roommates?"
"OhMiFah. I forgot all about them. Lex?"
"I have arranged something," the AI assured them.
"Thank you," Furry said. She scooted off the bed and began to
pull the covers off. Nickolai stirred and realized what she was
trying to do; he got off the bed just long enough to allow her to
pull the sheets up, then crawled under them with her. She was
right; he was feeling physically exhausted. She had drained him.
Everything about her felt satisfying; her body was warm next to
his, her fur was soft. This was Jofuran, and his heart was lost to
her utterly. "I love you," she murmured softly.
"Mmm-hmm," Nickolai said. But as he fell asleep, something
nagged at the back of his mind. Why hadn't he been able to get it
up a second time?
--
"Journal Entry 141 / 0918 [ Reunion, Part 1 ]"
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