From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg)
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Subject: Journal Entry 153 / 0918 [ Reunion, Part 8 ]
Date: 17 May 1996 13:39:40 GMT
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Elenya, Cerim 6, 0918
Garth awoke slowly to light filtering in through the thin
material of his tent. The sounds of birds accompanied the morning
insects in a light if chaotic sort of sonata. He rolled over,
taking care not to disturb... who was it today? Kiza. She moved,
very slightly, as he eased himself out of his sleeping sack and
crawled out into the morning air.
Looking across the small, rocky clearing he saw that Skii's
tent was still closed and it's occupant still enclosed. He felt
the urgent need of his bladder and stepped down the slope a couple
of meters off the trail and relieved himself. Then, walking back
to collect his boots, he stopped to look around.
From where he stood two geological features were most apparent.
The first was Marbletop Ridge, a low hill, projecting at most
twenty meters above sea level, that ran the shore of the Vinyare'
Sea for as long as his eyes could make out features. The other was
the Rocchodain Mountain Ridge, the geologically young and dramatic
collection of mountains that, less then thirty kilometers from
Marbletop, ran the same path from Pendor North to Pendor South.
Garth had learned early on that Pendorians thought of North and
South in terms of their sun because on a ringworld, especially one
so electromagnetically maintained as Pendor was, such "magnetic"
terms were pointless.
Garth had been shocked to learn that Pendor was not
"geologically stable." But his reading on the spaceflight had said
as much; while Pendor did not possess "lava" in its understructure,
the ferrofluidic (it really used suspended neodymuim crystals, but
the "iron" technical term for a magnetically susceptible fluid
stuck, much like the phrase "surgical steel" is used for substances
which are these days primarily ceramic) 'base' of Pendor, which
among other things provided large-scale climate control, also
provided a constant, geological 'ebb and flow' to the surface of
Pendor, in some places causes land masses to shift as much as a
centimeter a year! The book he had been reading explained that the
measure was necessary to prevent Pendor from becoming "a flat land
of eroded sand" during it's many millions of years of evolutionary
control.
But as he looked out over the beautiful, mist-shrouded valley,
even as the mist broke up under the hammer of summer sunlight
overhead, he appreciated this massive construction effort for what
it was... an effort to keep mountains young and beautiful. Old
mountains had their place in a world, but once he knew what they
were, they even looked worn and old. Spectacular constructions
like the American Rockies, which were relatively young, held his
attention.
A birdcry made him jerk his head around, and he saw what was
either an eagle or a falcon carrying some small rodent in its beak.
He smiled, wondering if a Neorat would feel any empathy. As a
Katckin, he was pleased to be able to say that he had no prejudice
against Neorats, no matter what the popular literature might imply
on the subject.
"Good morning!" Skii's voice interrupted him, and he turned
and smiled at the naked Felinzi. Skii was completely shameless,
more then anyone else he had ever met. While at times Skii's
antics had made his whiskers droop, at other times, he admitted, it
made his erection rise. He had never been serious about playing
with males before; the last two times had really been moments of
convenience, not attraction, and while he still found himself much
more attracted to Kiza (or any female, for that matter), repeated
contact with Skii's gleeful mannerisms and skilled sexuality had
made him appreciate males more then ever before.
"Good morning!" he replied in kind. "You sound alive this
morning!"
"Oh, I am! I am!" Skii scratched at his chest and then,
almost unconsciously, at his crotch. "It's a beautiful day out,
not a cloud in the sky. We should be home by eleven or so. What
do you think? A good time to get home?"
"Fine with me."
"Well, let's wake Kiza up and get rolling," Skii said.
"I'm awake! Don't you dare do anything, you two!"
Skii laughed. "Well, I guess that takes care of that little
problem. In any event, we really should get moving. So come on,
Kiza, get out and take your leak and eat your breakfast bar.
There's a lot of mountain and fifteen klick of road ahead of you
today."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Kiza crawled out of her tent and
blinked into the summer sunlight. "It's bright."
"It's summer. You said so yourself just a week ago, and every
day since," Skii pointed out. "If you want winter, well, there are
other sections of the ring you can travel to where the insulation
is much thinner."
Kiza shook her head. "That's okay. I keep forgetting that PST
is aligned not only with GMT but also with Terra's Northern
Hemisphere in terms of seasonal climate."
"Used to be," Skii pointed out. "We lose a second or two every
year. It's finally caught up with us. We're almost half an hour
behind."
Garth nodded, then shrugged. "Makes no difference. Has
Shardik thought about altering the rotational speed of the ring to
make up the difference?"
"Are you nuts?" Skii asked. "Well, I imagine he's thought
about it. But think about the sheer number of pendular and other
mechanisms that would be altered by even a minuscule change. No,
Pendor's rotational speed has not altered by one hundred thousandth
in over six million years. And there's a reason for that."
Garth nodded. "I kinda figured."
"Now, altering Terra's speed, that's different."
"What?"
"Just kidding." Skii laughed as Kiza returned from wherever
she had disappeared to. Together the three of them picked up their
tents and supplies and packed them away. "This way!" the Felinzi
shouted, and down the mountainside he went in leaps and bounds.
"Idiot," Kiza said. "He'll burn up kilocalories doing that,
and if he hurts himself the Shatha will probably kill him trying to
put him back together again." She took a bite of the fourth highly
dense breakfast bar she had dug into that morning. Garth was
starting to appreciate just how much food it took to keep a
Pendorian "running." Most of the ones who led any sort of active
life seemed to eat almost constantly, or at least voraciously when
they had an opportunity. It seemed to be a major, or at least
significant, drawback.
But the lovely day drew his attention back and he wished, idly,
that he could whistle as humans did as he walked down the
meandering but always-headed-downwards path that eventually
bottomed out in a small gutter, on the other side of which was the
Spinward March. To his left would be Rocchodain, and on his right,
Shardik Castle. He knew that this range and the accompanying
primordial forests were not the oldest in Pendor, but that didn't
matter. Nothing on Terra conveyed the sense of antiquity and
isolation that this narrow ribbon of green of stone managed to say.
Skii leaned over and whispered in Garth's ear, "They say that
sometimes Pardalets come down from the southern part of the
mountain range, especially when they learn to enjoy the taste of
sentient flesh."
"Wha... What's a Pardalet?"
"It's a small feline. They don't get much bigger then around
15 kilograms. But they hunt in packs of six or more, and like the
Pamthreats, they make telepathic hunting gestalts." He grinned,
then hit Garth on the arm playfully. "I'm just giving you a hard
time, Garth. There's been only one Pardalet attack on a sentient
in all of recorded history."
Garth nodded, swallowing his fear. "But that means that they
have attacked. And there's always room for a second occasion."
Skii shrugged and laughed. "You're paranoid. Don't worry
about it. They attacked a child."
Much to Skii's amusement, Garth spend most of the day scanning
the treeline, fearful of an attack. Just as the trees parted and
the rising wall of the eastern face of Marbleridge came into view,
Skii said "You know, there's a better chance of a wolfpack
attacking a walker along this part of the march then there is of
pardalets." He laughed. "We get wolf reports about once a year."
"And you didn't warn me?"
"Come on. Once a year is nothing. Nobody ever actually gets
killed by those things. Usually the wolves have just had the bad
sense to set up a pack's perimeter within reach of the road, and
the sentients and the wolves get to alpha each other around." He
laughed as if enjoying the idea.
They walked through the long, dark tunnel that led into the
Lagoon area of Shardik Castle. Garth recognized the two people
lying on the sand under the shade of one of the peculiar blue palm
trees that lined the southernmost wall of the lagoon crater.
"Furry! Kolya!"
"Garth!" They both jumped up and ran towards him, their arms
wide. Both of them were smiling. "It's so good to see you!"
Nickolai said, hugging his old friend as they collided.
Garth stepped back and examined Nickolai. "You got sunburned."
Nickolai shrugged. "It happens when you walk all day in the
sun."
"Guess you should have worn some sunscreen," Garth laughed.
"You look red. Let's get you into the shade. I don't want to make
your burn any worse."
They retired indoors to the third floor of the Castle, a small
common room that lined the western wall and faced out over the
ocean. Nickolai recounted his tale of his trip through the Hall
and Garth caught Nickolai up on his adventures with Kiza and Skii.
"More like misadventures."
"Something wrong?" Nickolai said.
"Ehhh." Garth waved his hand flat before him. "It's not like
I'm not enjoying myself. It's just that both of them are, well...
It's hard to say. Pushy, I guess."
"I could have told you that about Kiza," Furry admitted. "She
gets like that when she thinks she's got something. And Skii is
just competition."
"He's worse in some ways. He knows he's not going to have me
around for long, so he's trying to get in as much as he can. It's
not such a bad thing. Kinda fun, really. Just wish it didn't all
feel so hectic." Garth sighed. "I guess that's the biggest thing.
I mean, come on, Nickolai, I used to whack off to things like this
back when we were in Redbridge. Now it's real and I'm getting
burned out."
Furry reached over and pulled Garth towards her. He startled,
surprised, then allowed her to hug him tightly. He laughed softly
as he wrapped his arms around hers. "You know, that's the really
surprising part."
"What is?" Furry asked as she let him go.
"You two. I've actually missed you two. I... Kiza and Skii
are just company, you know, just 'fun.' Nickolai's been my
roommate for almost two years now and he's sorta like family. And
he's talked about you so much I think that you're part of the
family too."
Furry nodded. "Thanks."
"So," Nickolai said quietly, "What are you gonna do?"
"I don't know. I mean, I don't want to get into the politics.
It makes sense for me to walk the Hall, Nickolai, it really does.
But I just don't know."
"Why does it make sense, though?"
"Because it does. I mean, look at this place. As much as I
hate to admit it, this is the center of the universe as far as we
know. We don't have a thing that matches up to the power of
Pendor. It's time we realized that evolution points us in this
direction."
Furry shook her head. "I don't agree. I think Pendor's
solution is one direction for evolution. But at this point to say
it's the direction is foolish." She sat back in her chair.
"Listen. I'm an archeologist and my specialty is end-time
cultures. Well, that's what I'm studying at any rate. But to
classify a cultural period as 'end-time' is a bit unfair because
the culture doesn't just vanish usually; it breaks up into lots of
smaller cultures that don't fall back all the way to the state the
original one was in when it started." She stopped to collect her
thoughts. "All I'm saying is, Terra fell apart about six centuries
ago. You know it and I know it. We live so long, though, that
it's taken us this long to figure it out. Pendor's just one of the
many lines that, culturally, Terra took on it's long, slow rise out
of the gravity well."
"So..." Garth said, looking puzzled. "What are the others?"
"Who knows? Pendor is steeped in rationalism. There are
planets obsessed now with monoculturalism. Take a look at the
'Empire' with its blatant racism. You and I think it's funny, but
really it isn't. That stupid argument about food imports a few
years back is a great example; when they had a famine we offered
them grain support but they refused it. Because, they said, their
stomachs were different and wouldn't accept our food. And all for
their pride they let their population starve." Furry shook her
head. "Of course, they could care less about most of their
population."
Garth knitted his eyebrows together, his whiskers twitching.
"I don't scan. What does this mean to me? Should I walk the Hall
or not?"
"That's still up to you," Furry said, putting her hands in the
air.
"I guess it comes down to, would it be the best thing for you
to do," Nickolai added. "Think about it, Garth. What are the
benefits and disadvantages?"
Garth propped his head up in his hand, chin to palm. "Hmm.
We've been over this before. About the only disadvantages I can
think of are that I would need more to eat. That and I'd lose a
couple of days of vacation time."
Nickolai laughed. "You're always so practical, Garth. Think
about it that way. You were good to me two years ago. I guess
it's time you thought about what was good for yourself."
Garth nodded. "I'm trying not to add in all the little things
about Kiza and Skii and Pendor in general that bother me. From an
external view, I can't see a reason not to."
"Tell Ken," Nickolai said. "He'll want to know. You're his
guest now."
"And what are you?"
Nickolai looked out the window. In the reflection, Garth could
see he was smiling. "I'm family."
"You're what?"
"I guess I'm family. I... " Nickolai sighed, looking abashed
but still smiling. "I'm accepted here. And you know what? It
doesn't mean anything to me. It makes me feel good to have a place
to go to, but it's not really the important part. What is
important is that I have Furry."
She turned and smiled at him as he said it. "Thanks."
"What?" he said. "It's true. I used to think, a long time
ago, that I wanted you. Then I realized Ken Shardik wanted to know
me and I got all starry-eyed and... and it took me a long time to
realize that doesn't matter nearly as much as you do. I love you."
She slid an arm around him and pulled him to her. "I love you
too. And I'm glad you feel that way." She turned to Garth and
held out one hand, gesturing in a 'come hither' sort of way. He
rose and fell into her arms, and she hugged him tightly, holding
him against her and Nickolai, and then she kissed his nose.
"You're neat, Garth. I won't tell you to never change, but when
you do, try and retain your neatness."
Surprised, he took a moment to find something to say. Finally
he settled on the familiar. "Thanks, Furry."
"You're welcome. Now go tell Ken. You still need to tell him."
- - -
"You're serious about this?" Shardik asked him.
He nodded. "I thought about it for a long time, and I got
Nickolai and Jofuran's advice. I... No offense to your household,
Ken, but I don't think Skii's a great adviser for life-changing
decisions."
"No, he isn't," Ken agreed wryly, standing up and looking out
the plate glass windows that formed the doors of his porch.
Beyond, the curving surface of the Vinyare Sea glistened. "You
know," Ken said, "I used to worry that the Vinyare would be black
and unfriendly. From the center, everything in a ring gets
reflected back upwards. I keep forgetting about winds and waves."
He turned around. "You should do that, too, Garth. Remember the
winds and the waves." He pointed out over the ocean. "They make
what could have been lifeless vibrant." He shook his head.
"Sorry, I get strangely philosophical." He sat down in a wooden
chair and crossed his legs. "Garth, no matter which choice you
make, you'll have to live with yourself and your decisions. I
can't make them for you. I try not to make them for anyone."
Garth nodded. "I'm going to do it."
"Morphing off." It was not a question.
"Yes, sir. Morphing off."
"Dave, run Garth through the usual options. See to it that
he's fully prepared for tomorrow."
"Of course," the AI replied calmly.
- - -
"So the decision is done," Nickolai observed calmly, taking a
bite of salad with his fork and chewing thoughtfully. With his
mouth full he said a muffled "Congratulations."
"Don't congratulate me before its done," Garth said. "I might
back out."
"You won't," Furry replied softly. "I have faith in you."
"That sounds weird, coming from you. 'I have faith.'"
"What?" Furry said. "It's true. I don't have religion.
'Faith' may be a religious word, but it's also a personal one. I
have faith in you as a person, Garth."
Garth understood what she meant, but still felt slightly
uneasy. He looked around the Castle rooftop at the assembled
diners for the evening meal. He had learned the names of most of
them in the past couple of days and felt more at ease with the
denizens of Shardik Castle. He wondered if that was a permanent
thing.
"Furry?" Kiza's voice pulled his eyes up until he was looking
at her. She was looking down at Furry however.
"Yeah?"
"Could I... could I talk to you?" Kiza's voice halted and
started, sounding more than a little fitful.
Furry smiled and said "Sure. Be right back, you guys." She
stood up and the two of them walked away, disappearing behind some
of the smaller trees that occupied the eastern face of the rooftop
garden.
"What do you suppose that's all about?" Garth asked.
"Furry mentioned earlier that she felt bad about the way she
and Kiza broke up. It bothers me too." Nickolai put his plate
aside and leaned back against a large rock. Garth thought he
looked oddly peaceful. He felt at ease himself, despite his own
big adventure tomorrow. "I mean, on the one hand I do understand
that they agreed a long time ago that this was a temporary
arrangement. On the other, I don't like the idea of leaving anyone
in a lurch."
Garth nodded. "I haven't been very good for her. I'm going
home soon too."
"We all are, in our own ways. Or, we're already there. In any
case, Kiza feels like she's being left behind."
"How do you feel about her?"
"About Kiza?" Nickolai asked. "Good question. I've never been
jealous of her, and I'm proud of that fact. I believed Jofuran
when she told me where her loyalties lay. God, I hate wording it
that way. There's got to be a better way to describe this."
"Try," Garth urged.
"She's... Well, Kiza's a little less mature than Furry, a
little impetuous. She's very pretty, but I've already got my
interests firmly assigned to Furry." He laughed. "Aside from
that, I don't know. I'd like to know her as a friend. She's
Furry's friend, at any rate."
"They're coming back," Garth said, noticing the two fems
walking down the stone path.
Furry spoke first. "Listen, Garth, tomorrow you're going to be
walking the Great Hall, and almost as soon as you come back you're
leaving for Terra again. Kiza and I are, well, I guess we're
friends again, although I don't see why we ever thought otherwise."
"It's called jealousy and it happens to the best of us," Kiza
said.
"I guess," Furry shrugged. "Anyway, I guess I want to ask you,
both of you, if you wanted to spend the night together. All four
of us, just sorta being friendly and getting along."
"And making love?" Nickolai asked.
"That could happen," Furry admitted, smiling and kissing
Nickolai softly. "If you want it to."
"I want," Nickolai replied. "Garth?"
Garth glanced at Kiza, then at Furry, then at Nickolai. "I...
Sure, I guess."
"Then it's settled," Furry said. "Before we retire for the
night, though, there's a game going on down at the sand. Ken and
someone named Kori put it together. It's called Ultimate, and I
have no idea what it's about. It's apparently the big thing
tonight."
"Sounds good," Nickolai agreed, standing up and brushing off
his pants. "You two coming?"
"In a minute," Garth said. "Kiza, could you stay behind for a
moment?"
She nodded, smiling. When Furry and Nickolai had departed,
Kiza sighed. "Whew. Feel like I'm playing musical chairs."
"What's that?"
"Children's game," Kiza said. "You run around a circle of
chairs, one for every person, and while music plays the referee
removes one chair. When the music stops, everyone rushes to sit
down. The one without a chair is eliminated, until there's only
one person left."
"Oh," Garth said. "Who's been eliminated from this round?"
"I think Skii," Kiza said.
"Huh?"
"He said earlier that he didn't feel comfortable. He
appreciated that you were really not interested in boys all that
much."
"What?" Garth said. "Damn, I was starting to like him."
"You were?"
"Yes!" Garth insisted. "I mean, it took me a while to get
comfortable, but I really did like him. I was really starting to
enjoy being with him, even sleeping with him."
"You should tell him that. He thought you were turning away
from him."
Garth swore under his breath. "I will. Anyway, Kiza... Do you
really want to do this tonight."
She nodded, her head bobbing rapidly. "Why?"
"I... I wondered if you were maybe using this as a chance to
get at Furry one last time. I feel a little useless here, like a
fifth wheel or something."
"You know, Garth, I felt the same way." Garth waited for an
explanation, and so she continued. "There's something about the
way you and Nickolai just sorta walked into this together that, to
me at least, makes it very obvious that both Nickolai and Furry
like you a lot, and I was feeling left out. I'm glad Furry asked
me first. It made me feel better. I feel thought about."
"Wow," Garth admitted.
"They took you into their counsel before they did me," Kiza
pointed out.
"They were giving me advice, not the other way around."
"Still," Kiza said. "It did feel a little strange."
"Come on," Garth said, smiling. "Let's go to that game."
Kiza nodded. Garth stood, then helped Kiza to stand up as
well. As they walked, Garth said, "Kiza... I'm walking the Hall
tomorrow. I know you know that already, but I wanted to let you
know that I really care for you and I'm glad you've been my friend
for the past couple of days."
"My pleasure, Garth."
Ultimate, Garth was to learn, was a Terran-invented game
similar to basketball or soccer, involving a glowing white disc and
glowing team shirts of two different colors so that they could tell
each other apart in the almost-dark. It was an ideal game for
sandy environments like the beach where the average ball would have
neither bounced nor rolled anywhere.
Watching it played by Pendorians was something more dramatic
than he anticipated. From the dodging of Mustelids and Markals to
the dramatic running of Centaurs trying not to crush their friends,
the game's tide turned and turned again with frantic throws and the
occasional need for someone to jump into the ocean and recover the
disc. The rules were few and easily explained, and after watching
only a few minutes he found himself joining Nickolai and the two
fems in the middle of what could only be described as a friendly
brawl. Everyone was mindful of him, being the only Terran and
therefore regarded as somewhat more fragile then the rest of the
combatants.
Still, he was more than a little frightened when Karin, the
six-legged feline beast who had frightened him earlier on the trip,
leapt over his head to snap the disc in her jaws and then toss it
easily to a teammate of hers. More than once he found himself in
the direct path of a hurtling Centaur or Ssphynx, or bowled over
accidentally by an Uncia. By the time the game was called over,
Garth felt that he had collected enough bruises to last himself an
entire lifetime. He mentioned that to Ken.
Ken laughed. "Then count yourself lucky that a new one starts
tomorrow, Garth. Although in your case we don't have to consider
that the old one ends tonight." Placing his hand on Garth's
shoulder he said, "You're a good person, Garth. You have your
place in the world."
"I hope so," Garth admitted.
"I know so," Ken agreed. "Come on, let's head in. I need a
shower and then some sleep."
A few of the people nearby groaned their agreements, and
everyone filtered through the great crack in to rock back towards
the lagoon and Shardik Castle. In threes and fours they jumped
into the water of the lagoon, taking the submerged SDisk back to
Shardik Castle.
Garth found the water invigorating, and swam in the lagoon
casually for a few minutes before heading indoors. He wasn't alone
in this, either. He felt frustrated that he hadn't seen Skii all
night.
After SDisking into Shardik Castle, he walked down the hallway
to Nickolai and Jofuran's room. Feeling a little apprehensive, he
checked his appearance in one of the reflective surfaces of the
dining hall before stepping up to their door. It opened.
"Hi!" The voice was Skii's. He waved from the chair where he
sat. Across from him Nickolai, Furry and Kiza were all cuddled
closely on the
couch. Skii bounced up and hugged him tightly. "I'm glad you told
Kiza what you did. I was feeling a little hurt."
"You did bother me a little with that tale of the pardalet."
"Sorry," Skii said. "I was just having a little fun. I didn't
mean to be cruel about it."
"It's forgotten," Garth agreed, holding his arms out to pull
Skii into a hug. Skii fell in gratefully.
"So," Nickolai said, "Who's in the mood for what?"
"Is this officially an orgy?" Garth asked, laughing.
"I don't think so," Kiza said. "At any rate, I don't want to
have an orgy. I really want to just go to bed and cuddle."
"Skii?"
Skii yawned wide. "Riao. Just mentioning the word 'bed' makes
me tired."
Jofuran agreed. The five of them made their way downstairs,
where they took their turns at the bathroom. Garth suddenly
appreciated that the bed was more than big enough to hold all five
of them. He thought that three more human-sized figures could have
probably slept alongside them; the bed was simply huge. He also
appreciated that Nickolai was the largest among the five of them
and at 170cms he was only of average height for a human.
Having had the privilege of using the bathroom first, he was
also the first to get into that enormous bed. Furry slid in beside
him, her leg brushing his as she kicked her way under the covers.
"Hi," she said, giggling.
"Hi yourself."
"Have you ever done anything like this before?"
"Not in my wildest dreams," Garth admitted.
"Garth?" Furry said softly. "I want to tell you something. I
have had one fantasy since hearing about you in Nickolai's letters.
Well, one that didn't involve only Nickolai. I want you to know
that everyone is going to be wanting our attention. Skii and Kiza
will be wanting you and Nickolai and Kiza will be wanting me, and,
well... I think it would be very... kinky... if this kittyKatckin
made love to this mouse."
Garth's mouth gaped, and Furry reached up and touched his lower
jaw with one finger. She slid forward to him, her chin raised.
Still stunned, Garth barely knew how to react when the tip of her
muzzle touched his. He finally got enough thoughts in line to kiss
her back, letting his tongue touch hers. She whimpered softly, and
he felt his confidence become stronger.
He knew that any second now Nickolai was going to walk out the
bathroom door and find him kissing Furry, and he hoped Furry and
Nickolai had discussed this before hand. As his hands touched
Furry's soft stomach and brushed against the fur covering her small
breasts, he felt the blood rushing in his groin and his erection
extending from its sheath. Furry's hands found it almost
immediately, and the touch of her
hands upon his cock made him suck in breath sharply.
Furry's mouth explored the curve of his neck, her hot breath
spreading and penetrating his thin coating of fur. Her hand cupped
his scrotum as she turned over onto her knees and leaned over to
kiss the head of his erect penis. Garth gasped.
She turned her head to give him a mischievous half-smile, then
slowly took his cock into her mouth. At first she only held the
tip in her muzzle, her tongue swirling about it until Garth
squirmed and moaned in the intensity of pleasure before he finally
groaned "Stop!"
She didn't stop, however; instead, she took the rest of his
cock into her mouth slowly, and he could feel as every millimeter
slid past her teeth and was caressed by her tongue. "Ohhh...."
"That's the first time I've ever seen a mouse eat a cat."
Nickolai's voice cut through his pleasure like a hot knife, and
Garth turned to stare at his roommate. But Nickolai was just
standing there, naked, arms crossed and grinning widely. "I said I
wouldn't mind, Garth. Enjoy as much as she gives you."
"She's wonderful," Garth groaned in agreement. Furry gave no
sign of noticing the discussion, instead concentrating on Garth's
cock, stroking it with her mouth. Her hands caressed his balls
with care, squeezing them just enough to heighten Garth's growing
pleasure, and one finger reached between his buttocks and the base
of his tail to caress his asshole. Although it had hurt the first
time, he had wanted to give back to Skii what Skii did for him, and
the second time had been a surprise for him. He had actually
enjoyed it. And Furry's finger was just the right stimuli to
remind him of that delightful revelation.
As he lay his head back against the pillow and allowed Furry
her complete freedom, she raised one leg and slowly slid it over
his head, coming down. Garth opened his eyes to see her mons only
centimeters from his muzzle. Reaching up with both hands, he
grasped her buttocks with his hands and slowly pulled her down, her
cunny touching his muzzle as tentatively as her kiss had.
Cunnilingus was not among the things Garth counted himself as
doing well, but he gave Furry the best he could, licking her
muskiness and locating her clitoris. Garth knew he had no sense of
rhythm, no sense of timing, but he licked her as patiently and
slowly as he could. As it was, her cocksucking was making it
nearly impossible for him to concentrate.
She stopped. "Garth?" she said, raising her head.
"Yeah?"
She maneuvered away from their head-to-tail position and turned
around, her hips above his. She smiled down at him and said
"Ready?"
"Yes." Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, and he could
feel the lips of her cunt spread apart to permit him entry into
her. Her felt her opening grasp him and slide down the length of
his cock, and what had gone past was surrounded in a warm, wet
glove of flesh.
When they were together, hips to hips, she leaned over and
whispered into his ear, "Turn me over, Garth. Fuck me."
Garth reached up for her shoulders, pulling her to him. With a
kick of his left foot, they turned over and he came out on top of
her, between her legs. "Like that?" he said, his voice low.
"Like that," she agreed. He held himself up by his lanky arms
and began stroking into her cunny, feeling her body shudder with
every downstroke. He fucked her gently but continuously. Her
hands stroked her breasts, a sight that just turned him on more.
Between them his red fur mingled with the grey between her thighs;
he could feel her fur slipping along the length of his cock as they
made love.
Their bodies slapped against each other as he felt his powerful
erection swell in anticipation. He knew he couldn't hold off
forever. He wondered if he shouldn't come at all; what would Skii
and Kiza expect of him? What would Nickolai be expecting of
Jofuran after this? He decided it didn't matter; they would
understand. Furry began pushing her hips up against him with every
push, her hands gripping his shoulders. She began chanting, "Oh,
oh, oh..."
He understood how she felt. His own breathing was coming in
gasps, his hips burning with the effort.
His orgasm surprised him; he was used to being able to gauge
when it was going to happen, and this time it came out of nowhere
with the force of an explosion. One moment he was worrying about
how long he could last, the next he was shouting out her name as
his body exploded with pleasure.
He shuddered and blinked, looking down at her. She was smiling
up at him, and then she languidly tossed her arms above her head
and laughed. Garth followed the line of her arms, and saw that in
one hand she held Nickolai's hand. "Well?" Nickolai asked.
"I'll keep you," she said, then looked up at Garth. "No
offense, Garth."
"None taken at all," Garth said, smiling. A heartbeat pause,
and then all three laughed softly. "Thank you, Furry."
"You're very welcome," she said.
"And thank you, Nickolai."
"What can I say?" Nickolai said. "It's hard to deny someone as
wonderful as she is. When she asked, do you think I could have
said no?"
"You could have," Furry said. "I'm glad you didn't."
"I am too," Nickolai said.
Garth slowly slid himself out of her, the last sensations
making him shiver intensely as he did. "That was wonderful."
"It certainly was something to watch," Skii said, his hand
touching Garth's shoulder and wrapping around his chest. "Enjoy
yourself?"
"Yeah," Garth said. "I hope you don't expect anything of me
after that."
"Give it a while," Skii said. "If you're really out of it for
the night, well, I can be patient."
"Since when?" Nickolai said, tousling Skii's headfur.
Skii looked up at Nickolai sharply, a look of realization on
his face. "Ohmifah..."
"What?"
"Nothing," Skii said quickly. Too quickly, Garth thought.
"Yeah, Skii, what is it?" Nickolai asked.
"Nothing," Skii said, his voice tinting slightly into
frustration. "Really. Maybe I'll tell you later."
"Okay," Nickolai said. "I'll keep it in mind, though."
Skii caressed Garth's chest, touching the root of his cock
sometimes. Garth felt something poking him against the base of his
tail. "Hello."
"What?"
"You want to do something with this?" Garth asked, reaching
around and grabbing Skii's erection with his hand.
Skii shifted left slightly and looked at Garth. "I thought you
said you didn't like that."
"I hadn't tried it. For you, I guess I'll try."
"Really?" Skii sounded surprised, then delighted as he said,
"Well, then," and pitched Garth forward onto his stomach. Garth
waited for what he knew was next, as Skii coated the shaft of his
cock with something slippery and got into position above him.
- - -
He felt Skii's thighs against his as the Felinzi slowly lowered
himself on top of him. Garth reached back to touch Skii's thigh
with his hand, waiting. "Ready?" Skii asked.
"Go gentle."
"I will," Skii said, his cock slowly easing forward to touch
Garth's asshole. Garth took a deep breath and tried to relax as he
felt Skii's cock pressing firmly against his hole. He felt the
muscles there tremble slightly, clenching and relaxing reflexively
to the invasion that threatened to come. Skii pressed more, and in
one of the sudden relaxations the head of his cock slid past
Garth's sphincter. Garth felt it as a dull opening and then sucked
in a deep breath as Skii penetrated deeply into him.
"You okay?" Skii asked.
"Yes," Garth said, nodding. The experience was still new to
him. He felt surprised at how little embarrassment he felt at his
submission to Skii's lust. He was used, just by virtue of being
male, at being in the initiative.
Skii kissed the back of his neck. "Good." He pulled out
slowly, then pressed back in. Garth moaned softly; it actually
felt good. He had been surprised at how gently Skii's cock had
treated him, and slowly he loosened up and felt himself
acclimating to Skii's cock. The thrusting of malehood behind him,
pressing into him, caressing his prostate, made his head spin with
pleasure.
"Skii," he gasped. "Faster."
"Wait," Skii said, sliding out of Garth as he did so. "Turn
over. I want to see you."
Garth turned over, looking up at Skii's grinning muzzle. Skii
grasped him under the knees and pressed his knees up to his chest.
Garth smiled up at Skii and took over, holding his own legs up and
apart, giving Skii easy access to his hole. Skii returned the
smile and pressed down, refilling Garth's emptied hole.
"I like watching you," Skii said as his cock stroked inside
Garth's body, fucking his hole slowly. Garth's hands curled into
the sheets, feeling the surprising pleasure that had invaded his
body at the entrance of Skii's cock.
"I like being watched," Garth said. "You're beautiful."
Skii shook his head, his body shuddering softly as a
pre-orgasmic spasm overtook him. "You're the one who is
beautiful," Skii said. "And I'm going to come soon."
"I'm watching," Garth said.
"Then..." Skii's voice became husky. "Watch." He shuddered
again. "THIS!" He shouted the last word, sliding his cock in
deep, pressing his hips to Garth's buttocks, his eyes clamped tight
as his spasms emptied the content of his balls into Garth's body.
He opened one eye, staring down at Garth. "How was that?"
"Great!" Garth said.
Skii slid out of him, taking a towel from the side of the bed
and wiping both of them off calmly. He then collapsed next to
Garth.
The sounds to their right dragged Garth's attention, and Skii's
as well he noticed. Nickolai and Furry were making love in the
oldest position known to Mammila; she was on her knees, her head
buried between Kiza's legs while Nickolai penetrated her from
behind, her tail in the air, whipping back and forth slowly against
Nickolai's chest. Kiza was whimpering loudly, and Garth thought he
could see tears in the corners of her closed eyes.
Nickolai's thrusting grew harder, and then he gasped loudly,
speeding into a blurred frenzy as he came. Skii pressed closely to
Garth's back, cuddling him as they watched the last three of the
celebrants break apart. Garth watched as Nickolai and Furry pulled
Kiza into a broad and careful hug, accompanied by whispering he
didn't quite catch.
"So," Skii said, looking over the four of them, "What did you
think?"
"Honest opinion?" Nickolai asked. "I don't know if I enjoyed
myself as much as I could have."
Kiza kissed Nickolai's cheek and said, "I understand that. But
I'm glad we did it." She kissed Furry just as strongly. "And I've
come to realize a few things."
"Like?" Furry asked.
Kiza smiled softly. "Like I'm really much more attuned to
living with fems then I am with mels. No offense, Garth."
Garth, surprised, gave her a long stare. Then finally he shook
his head and smiled. "I understand. I don't mind."
"What took you so long?" Furry asked.
"I... " Kiza paused. "I think it was just reluctance. I
didn't want to be a lesbian. Now I know I'm not... just mostly."
She turned to Garth. "And I owe you something of an apology,
Garth. Because a lot
of the... frantic sex we were having was because I wanted to prove
I wasn't a lesbian. I'm sorry if you feel used."
"I don't. I'm not going to throw away the experience because
maybe the motives weren't the greatest. I'm not going to forget
you, Kiza."
She lunged forward and hugged him tightly. "Thank you!"
Garth nodded, noticing Furry nod as well. "And you, Garth?"
Furry asked.
"I'm mostly straight," he said, kissing Skii's cheek while he
was at it. "But I've finally learned to appreciate what I didn't
know I was missing."
"Maybe someday..." Nickolai sighed.
"You'll get your chance if I have anything to say about it,"
Skii leered at him.
Nickolai rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe it'll be you. Anyway,
let's get some sleep."
They all agreed to that sentiment, and after a quick second run
on the bathroom, Nickolai lowered the lights.
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