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Subject: Journal Entry 147/1023  [ Planetfall: Shardik's Revenge ]
Date: 21 Feb 1995 16:09:16 GMT
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Loende, 1023

	"Hi, honey, I'm home!"

	"I'm sorry, Ken, but your cabin is empty," Lance announced in 
his calm and even tone.  I sighed and tossed my PADD onto a chair, 
walking into the kitchen and pouring myself a glass of milk.  I'd 
been on a milk binge recently, and I wasn't sure why.  It would pass.

	"Oh, well," I said to the AI.  "Lance, can you tell me when 
they'll be getting home?"

	"P'nyssa is on her way.  Aaden has stopped by Viewport and will 
probably be there for quite a while, considering the number of people 
he is associating with right now.  Your children are presently 
attending a play."

	"Thank you," I replied, following it with less of a sigh than a 
simple exhalation of frustration.  I waited quietly for P'nyssa.  
After a few minutes, she arrived, the doors opening to let her in.  
"Hi!" I said.

	She smiled and skipped over to me, giving me a hug and kiss.  
"Hi yourself," she said brightly.  "How was your day?"

	"Can I ask you a question?" I asked, ignoring hers in the 
process.  "Is it just me, or has Aaden been a real jerk recently?"

	"So you've noticed it to, then?" she asked.  "I don't think it's 
just you.  He has been rather annoying the past couple of weeks."

	"Any idea why?" I asked.

	"Actually, yes.  I talked to Aramo about it, even.  I've got a 
very clear idea why," she replied.  "The longest Aaden has ever been 
on a starship is six months, and that was during our rescue.  He 
hates space travel, but he's officially the reason this mission is 
going.  He asked for this.  So here we are, a year into the mission, 
and he's just starting to realize that, even before he gets to do his 
job, we have three times as much time left to go, with very few shore 
leaves in between.  He's feeling very pressured, and I'm not 
surprised.

	"Combine that with his reputation, and with the quality of 
people on this mission.  There are twelve hundred people on this 
ship. The  Alanailen party you two and Kathy threw was incredibly 
successful, Ken.  The people on board are adventurous... they'd 
better be, they're spacefen.  You and Aaden are very good at 
presenting sadomasochism as a form of self-adventure, and some of the 
people on board now seem to see the link between the two.  Aaden has 
a reputation as a successful sadist and as an excellent master.  And 
he's available.  You're rather vocal in your wish to be selective, 
and it's kind of obvious that you have your hands full right now.  
Aaden seems to be free."

	I started to get the picture.  "He's compensating."

	"Exactly," she said.  "He's afraid, he feels claustrophobic and, 
even with you and me here, he feels alone.  He's overblowing his ego 
as 'Mister Big S/m Top,' and he's got the skill to pull it off.  He 
deserves most of his reputation.  He's just getting a swelled head 
about it.  He's got a small contingent of people looking to him for 
advice and for a very personal kind of adventure, and suddenly he 
f„e„e„l„s„ the importance he's always had, and he's not handling it 
well.  Sometimes you don't handle fen very well either, Ken."

	I nodded.  "So," I said, sitting down at the kitchen counter and 
propping my chin up in my palm, "what can we do about it?"

	"I don't know," she said, with a slight smile.  "Wait it out is 
a typical suggestion.  Do you remember when you observed that having 
a regular lover made sex less important?  That you knew that he, and 
I, and you, would all be here tomorrow, and maybe it's okay to put 
off lovemaking for today?"  I nodded.  "Maybe he's doing a bit of 
that.  Aaden's not an idiot, eventually he'll come back to us and 
realize how stupid he's been.  An alternative, and one only you could 
pull off, Ken, is to do a scene with him at your next Alanailen 
party."

	"What do you mean?"

	She leaned over and explained.  She must have seen the smile on 
my face when she was done.  "Nyss... you're getting good at this."

	She kissed my cheek.  I turned my head and kissed her lips in 
return; the kiss lasted longer that way.  Then she laughed softly and 
said "It's the environment."


	"So I can rely on you to help me?"

	"You're sure he won't hate me afterwards?  I mean, because 
I'm..."

	"He'd better not.  It's my damn scene.  I dictate what happens."

	"Then I'll be there.  If she lets me."

	"I'll let you."

	"Then I'll be there."

	"Good."


	The decor was ridiculous.  Someone in the llerkindi contingent 
and someone from David's crew had similar interests in similar 
periods of history for their homeworlds... the age of high-seas 
piracy.  The llerkindi was characterized by bright colors, flowing 
cloth, and mirrors, the Terran by the damned parrot.  Both cultures 
used death symbols on flags and sails, although the llerkindi symbol 
was more stylized than the skull and crossbones.

	Someone had gone through a great deal of trouble to make an 
authentic "pirate" bar, although the llerkindi elements were more 
befitting what I would perceive as a first-millenial Arabian setting.  
That's just my culture showing.

	Still, as an Alanailen party, it was going pretty well.  The 
music was rhythmic but not painfully loud, the play so far was pretty 
light and the atmosphere, although a little weird (who am I to 
judge?) was definitely fitting.  Not to mention that I'd forgotten 
how much I loved full blouse sleeved pirate shirts.

	"Aaden!" I said over the music, closing in on him.  He was 
sitting by the bar, a mug of some orange fruit juice by his hand.

	"Ken!" He replied, stepping forward and giving me a hug.  "Hi!  
Glad you could make it!"

	"Are you kidding?" I said.  "I wouldn't miss my own kind of 
thing for the world.  I'm glad you made it."  I had a channel open in 
my head to Lance; he was giving me a reasonable local awareness of my 
co-conspirators as they, too, closed in on our location.  "Hey, can I 
ask you a question?"

	"Of course you can ask me a question, Ken."

	"Are you ever going to bottom to me again?"

	He blinked, looked away abashedly, then looked back.  "I will.  
I want to, I just don't seem to have the... I don't know."

	"But you want to bottom to me," I replied.

	"Yeah."

	"Soon?"

	"Sure," he smiled, looking enthused.  

	I consulted the map in my head; there were four mels now local 
to me.  I turned around to one sitting at the round, wooden table by 
the bar, tapped his shoulder and said, "Good.  Take him."

	There was a brief flurry of activity as the four people near me 
rose up and grabbed him, mostly by the arms;  I heard chairs slide 
around and tables get pushed out of the way.  I had my back to him as 
it happened, and there was a fast stab of pain at the back of my 
head.  He had grabbed my hair!

	I turned to him; my hair is long enough for that.  "Let go," I 
said, glancing at the four mels holding him.  Two looked concerned; 
the other two had smiles.  "Let go," I repeated, snarling helpfully.

	"I said 'soon,'" Aaden hissed.  "Not now."

	"Let go of my hair," I growled.  "I'll lose the hair before I 
lose to you.  Now let go."  I think I convinced him; I felt 
completely sure that my will was stronger.  I w„a„s„ ready to lose my 
hair, which is a personal treasure to me, before I let him squirm out 
of this scene.

	He let go slowly, taking his arm back.  "That table," I said, 
pointing the square one apart from the rest.  "Put him over it, now."  
The four mels hauled him to the table and threw him down on top of 
it; although he struggled, it wasn't doing him much good as we fixed 
leather shackles to his wrists and tied them down to the legs of the 
table.  Ropes were fixed around his thighs, and then these were tied 
to the other legs, spreading them apart.  His furry sheath and 
testicles hung down marvelously between them, and I ran my hand 
casually over those small, soft eggs, squeezing them gently.

	I reached out to one of the mels, and he handed me what I had 
prepared earlier; a basic riding crop.  "You know, Aaden," I said 
gently, "You've been a real asshole recently."  He whimpered softly.  
"And I'm tired of it."  The music slowly died down; people were 
paying attention.  Although when he's top and I'm bottom, I like 
doing public scenes, the other way around is usually much more 
private.  People very rarely see me in the role of dominant.  So 
there was a lot attention suddenly.

	"You've ignored me, you've ignored P'nyssa," I said.  I slammed 
the riding crop down hard on his upper back.  He started, rattling 
the table.  "And I'm not going to take it anymore."  I hit him again.

	"Ken!" he snarled.  "Please!"

	"Please WHAT?" I asked him, walking around to the front of the 
table and kneeling to look in his eye.  "Who said this had to be 
erotic?  Who said you had to enjoy yourself?"  I stood up.  "Now shut 
up and Take. What. I. Give. You!" I growled, emphasizing every last 
word with a noisy, painful strike of the riding crop.
	 "Your clothes are in the way.  Knife," I said, pointing to one 
of the people I'd asked to help me.  A small, beautiful leaf of a 
blade was soon in my hand, a maneuver Aaden *must* have appreciated 
since he knows had afraid I am of knives.  "So I'm going to cut them 
off."  He whimpered.  "Don't move, or I'll make a mistake."  Cutting 
the soft silken cloth off of his torso and legs wasn't difficult, 
although he did tremble a lot as I did so.  "There," I said.  "That's 
better."
	 I walked around behind him, ran my hands over his now-naked 
ass, and then dropped two slashing strikes to each calf.  He moaned, 
throwing himself at the limits of his restraints.

	"Stop squirming!" I barked.  Two more to his thighs.  "Okay, 
that's it," I said.  "Blindfold and collar him."

	"No..." he whimpered pitifully.  I hit him on the shoulder, a 
powerful triple-tap.  "Shut up," I said.

	I have to admit, he looked really cute tied up like that.  And I 
hadn't drawn blood yet, which was something I have to watch out for, 
since I can't actually see his fell through his thick fur.  "You 
know, my favorite skunk love, I was going through my old diaries and 
journals, and I noticed a few things.  I still owe you, dear, I owe 
you lots.  I never did get back at you for that first scene, back at 
Michael's Underground."  I turned to make sure the one person I most 
needed for this scene, other than Aaden of course, was really here.  
"I know what you hate, Aaden.  And I know what you fear."  I smiled, 
then snapped my fingers.  "Rope."

	A length of rope was placed in my hands by a tall, smiling 
Felinzi.   
 I reached down in front of Aaden's throat and threaded the rope 
through a small D-ring.  I pulled his huge, bushy tail up and out of 
the way, making access to his anus much easier to reach, tied three 
loops of rope around it and secure the two ends of the rope together 
with a half-hitch knot and panic loop.

	The four mels who had helped me secure him in the first place 
now slid a wide, square platform up behind Aaden, and then he 
whimpered loudly as he felt two broad, feline feet land to each side 
of his shoulders.  Then he felt the warm, broad body lay against his 
back.  He whimpered louder, crying almost.  "We all have our fears, 
Aaden."

	"Not a 'taur," he whispered.  "Please, Ken, not a 'taur."

	"It's only a Ssphynx, Aaden," I replied.  I looked down under 
the length of their bodies.  "Where it counts, a small one even.  
It's not like I asked full-sized Centaur."  I chuckled.

	"Please, no."

	"Give me a good reason," I demanded.

	"They're so... big, and... powerful.  Please, Ken, it's too 
much, he's going to be too much."  Although I couldn't see them, I 
knew there were tears behind that blindfold.

	I looked down at him, grabbed his muzzle and pulled up roughly.  
Even blindfolded, he had to know I was staring at him.  "You listen, 
and you listen good.  I take 'taurs all the time.  You're just weak, 
Aaden."

	"I am not!"  He shouted.  "I have..."

	"You have what?" I snarled.  "That's it," I said, looking up at 
Ssphynx.  "You," I said, pointing to the Felinzi male who had handed 
me the rope and the knife, now standing at the other end of the 
table, "do the aiming.  And you," I said to the Ssphynx, "Take him."

	The Felinzi reached underneath the Ssphynx, and there was a 
moment of silence.  The Ssphynx backed up slightly, and then with 
cautious thrust pushed into Aaden.  Aaden bucked, thrashing and 
screaming.  "Were you... unready, Aaden?" I chided him.  "That's 
quite a bludgeon you've got inside you."  

	"It hurts," he moaned.  "Please, Ken, take him out.  Order him 
out."

	"Order him out?" I asked loudly, dropping to me knees until I 
was a cent from his nose.  "Are you going to make it?" I whispered, 
concerned.  "You have a safeword, you know."

	"I don't... I don't know..." he said.  "It's not... not too far.  
I've taken more," he whispered back.  "This is just so... unlike 
you."

	I stood up and smiled, smoothing the fur on the top of his head.  
"Benefit of good training," I said, returning to a volume the 
audience could hear.  "Fuck him harder," I said to the Ssphynx.

	I slid a hand under his throat, feeling the table move with each 
thrust, feeling his howls and moans slide past underneath my palm, 
feeling his heart beat faster and his veins pulse harder.  Feeling 
his body react to the obscene, indignant violation.  I smiled, and 
tapped the Ssphynx on the forepaw.  "Hold up," I said.

	"Aaden," I smiled, "You are in a public space, tied down naked 
with 80 people staring at you."  He moaned softly.  "A Ssphynx is 
perched above and fills your asshole.  And I'll let you in on a 
little secret.  Your Ssphynx friend is female, and wearing a dildo."

	He raised his head slowly, as if to stare at me through the 
leather blind, and shook it, stunned.  All he could manage was a 
whisper, "No..."

	"Yes!" Trianna growled, bucking her haunches once to drive the 
dildo deeper into Aaden's tortured guts.  He howled and threw himself 
about with such force the oaken table creaked under his efforts.

	"That's right, Aaden," I snarled, grabbing his jaw again.  
"You're getting fucked by a fem, dear, and for her pleasure.  Like I 
said, you don't have to like it, you just have to take it."

	"Please... Ken... "

	"Uh-uh," I said.  "Trianna, put him in his place."

	"No!" he shouted hoarsely, screaming and shaking the walls as 
Trianna put her hips into it, fucking his ass mercilessly.  This went 
on for a while;  I stood back to appreciate the sight of her soft, 
feminine body, outlined in grey and yellow fur, bucking against his 
very solid and masculine one, his skunk's pattern of black and white 
fur waving back and forth with every stroke.  Around her hips were 
the black straps of the harness, and from the sides I could see the 
dildo dangling from it and sliding between his solid, furry buttocks.  
I wished for photographs.  They were beautiful together.

	I tapped Trianna on the paw again.  "Out," I said simply, 
smiling at her.  She nodded, grinning back, and slid out of him.  
Aaden shuddered as the dildo slid out and dropped down.  I smiled and 
stepped into place behind his trembling body, slowly pulling the 
zipper down on my pants and tugging out my own erection.  With enough 
lubricant from Trianna's dildo already coating his entire butt and 
matting down his fur, I had no trouble sliding into him.  He 
whimpered gently, but I stretched out over him and whispered, "It's 
okay, lover... It's just me." 

	He nodded briefly, whimpering softly as I fucked him; his 
asshole was already quite stretched out from Trianna's dildo, and I 
wasn't getting much friction.  But for both of us, being on the 
receiving end of one another is strictly pleasure.  I wasn't going to 
lose my hardness, and he wasn't going to tell me to stop.  I looked 
down to see my cock sliding into his hole, my hips getting as slick 
as his cheeks with the overdose of lubricant sliding between us.  He 
was wonderfully warm, wonderfully sweet.

	I was surprised that my orgasm came at all, but there it was.  
Growing within me, alive and awake.  I was a little angry at him 
still, and I think even that fed my growing climax.  I grasped his 
hips and began slamming him hard; the audience seemed to fade into 
the background, going further and further away until finally I buried 
my cock inside him and I *came*, feeling not just my sex but my 
entire body pulse in time with him, his fears and his heartbeat.  I 
sighed gently, laying down atop him and holding him, wrapping my arms 
around him.

	From lying atop him, I looked up at one of the many people 
watching and said, "Untie him."

	People moved in from all angles to do as I had asked; it took 
less than a minute for him to be free.  I stood up, feeling my cock 
slide out of him; I put it back in my pants and pulled up the zipper, 
pretending as if nothing had just happened.  He was lying atop the 
table, unmoving.

	It was almost over.  I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and 
hauled him viciously off the table, dropping him to his knees on the 
floor in front of me.  He seemed barely able to move.  "Kiss my boot, 
Aaden," I said helpfully.

	He was still unmoving.  I slammed two painful strikes against 
his ass, then pressed the tip of the crop to the back of his neck and 
growled, "Kiss my boot, Aaden, or so help me I'll give you a reason 
to fear."  I shoved one forward under his nose.

	He moved, then, slowly leaning forward.  His thick, pink tongue 
reached out from his muzzle to slide along the toe of my boot, 
cleaning the hard black leather with his spit.  He seemed to get into 
it, wrapping his arms around my legs; I had to grab the table for 
balance as he leaned over and worshipped at my feet, kissing and 
licking my boots.  I smiled and pressed my boot forward, under his 
chin, and lifted his face to look at me.  With a smile I reached down 
and pulled off the blindfold.  He looked up at me; there was wetness 
staining the lambswool  within the blindfold, and more on the fur 
about his eyes.  "Thank me," I said gently.

	His muzzle moved to form the words "Thank you," but no sounds 
came out.

	"Thank me correctly," I said.  This was the end of the scene, 
and my voice lost it's 'toppish' quality.  I was just me again.

	He found his voice then.  "What more do you want?" he asked, 
reaching up and grabbing for my belt; I let him pull me to the 
ground, into his lap.  "Oh, Ken, thank you so much.  Thank you so 
much; I love you so much."  I wrapped my arms around him as he began 
laughing and crying at the same time.  He was no longer my 
submissive, no longer my bottom... he was just my friend, my lover.  
I held him tight until he got most of the crying out of his system, 
then slowly stood up, reaching down a hand to help him up as well.  
He took it, and together we pulled him into a standing position.  I 
gave him a hug, and then we turned to face the people watching us. 

	A completely spontaneous explosion of applause broke out, a 
seemingly honest expression of admiration and respect for what we had 
just done.  I beamed a wide smile, and so did Aaden; then he seemed 
to lose balance, and sagged back to sit on the table.  "Trianna!  Get 
me some water."

	She responded quickly, and I pressed the flagon into his hands.  
He downed it quickly, and from a large wooden pitcher Trianna 
refilled it.  He half-drained that one too, then looked up me, water 
dripping off his muzzle.  "You look silly, lover," I said.

	He laughed.  "No thanks to you," he said.  "You've got lube all 
over your silks," he said, touching my shirt.

	"Oh, well... they needed to be cleaned anyway."

	Kathy had been one of the many observers, obviously as we'd been 
using "her little girl" as one of the major props in tonight's scene.  
She walked over and said "That was incredible."

	"Thank you," I said, reaching out to beep her nose playfully.  
For some reason, that seemed to have become the gesture of affection 
on board.

	"It really was.  But, uhm, Aaden?  Are you up for something?"

	"Depends.  What is it?"

	"Think you can give Trianna a hug?" she asked, leaning in 
quietly to whisper, "And when you've got her, don't let go."

	He nodded.  "I think I can do that.  Gimme a few minutes, 
though?"

	She smiled "Thanks."

	"Just let me recover some more," he said, finishing off the 
water he had and holding his flagon out for a refill, which Trianna 
carefully gave him.

	"Trianna," I said after a time when I thought Aaden looked good 
enough to go on, "Come here."

	"Yes, Master," she addressed me correctly.

	"Give Aaden a hug, and thank him for the evening."

	She smiled wide and reached out her arms.  Aaden hopped off the 
table to wrap his muscular arms around her, locked his wrists 
together behind her humanoid half and held her in place.  "Don't 
move, child," Kathy snarled gently in her ear.

	"D... Daddy?"

	Kathy ran her hand gently down Tria's humanoid back, then along 
the more animal 'taur half until she reached her croup, stroking her 
tail softly.  People were pointing at them, noticing that something 
had started up again by our table.  "You made a mistake, Trianna.  
Ken told you to be silent for the scene."

	"I... I thought..."

	"Yes, Trianna?"

	"I thought that was so he wouldn't know it was me."

	I chuckled darkly and answered her unspoken question.  "It was 
so he wouldn't know it was a female.  But your order was to stay 
silent through the whole thing unless told otherwise.  Ken didn't say 
you could speak after he knew who you were."

	Kathy continued, "You made a mistake.  And mistakes need to be 
punished."

	"Yes... Daddy."

	Kathy reached up to scratch her gently between her ears.  
"You're learning.  Now then, Trianna, you've only been my child for 
four weeks now.  So we're going to be gentle tonight.  Two 
punishments.  Are you ready to hear them?"

	She didn't turn to look, which was good.  She just nodded 
silently, then said, "Yes, Ma'am."

	"Your first punishment is that you will take ten swats from me, 
right here, and right now.  That is why Aaden is holding you."  She 
walked around behind Tria and took careful aim at her croup, then 
brought the riding crop down with all the strength she could muster.  
Tria yelped.

	She took each blow slowly, carefully, and very forcefully.  I 
guess she wanted Tria to absorb each one, to feel each one; a common 
enough rhythm of punishment.  By her fourth Trianna's four feet were 
prancing with pain and avoidance.  By the sixth she was openly 
sobbing, and by the tenth she couldn't help her screaming.

	Kathy straddled her body from behind, tapping Aaden on the 
shoulder to give her room; he backed away.  She held her up, nuzzling 
her soft ears and kissing the back of her neck.  "Good girl," she 
whispered softly.  "You took your punishment like a good girl."

	"D... Daddy?" she moaned back softly.

	"Yes, Trianna?"

	"What is my second punishment, Daddy?"

	"There is no second punishment, Trianna.  I've decided one is 
enough tonight."

	"Thank you, thank you, Daddy," she said, nuzzling Kathy as she 
said it.

	"To home with you, then, Trianna.  I'll see you when I get 
there."  Kathy got off of Trianna's back and swatted her behind with 
her hand.  "Go."

	She nodded, walking slowly and with head bowed out the door.

	Aaden whistled low.  "You've only been with her four weeks?  
Wow.  I'm impressed."

	Kathy nodded.  "She a remarkable person.  It's rare I meet 
someone as tough as she is.  Or as fragile."

	Aaden nodded, wrapping his arms around me as he talked.  "I know 
I was never that strong, in the beginning."  He laid his muzzle on my 
shoulder and sighed, "I love you, Ken.  Thank you."

	"Promise you won't ignore me quite so much?"

	"I promise," he said softly.  Then his paw slid up under my hair 
and closed.  Not enough to make me fall to a kneel, but enough to 
remind me of which the energy in our relationship usually flowed.  
"Next time, though..." he growled gently, letting go.

	I laughed.  "Next time, lover."  
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