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Subject: Journal Entry 147 / 1028 [ Planetfall: Conceived Purpose ]
Date: 15 Jul 1996 14:02:22 GMT
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Loende 1028
David looked over the bridge one last time before heading to
bed. It had been another typical day in hyperspace; nothing
exciting ever happened here because the crew was just too
competent. For that, he was grateful. But now that he had come
off his second accustomed five-hour shift, he realized he wanted to
get some sleep. As he walked slowly through the curving halls of
the residential section of the *Nyano Handele*, he had one of those
brief moments where he felt completely in control; he was captain
of this vessel, strange as it was, and everything was right with
his world.
His musing were interrupted as a very young child came
careening around the hallway chased by a Pamthreat kitten. Their
giggling interrupted his thoughts and made him look up. The one in
front was one of the oldest Han children on board; she had to be
almost three years old. The one behind was definitely one of Fari
Trahn and Niaro Argent's triplets. "Ca-cathain!" the little girl
giggled as she gave him a mock salute.
He knelt. "Hi," he said. "What's your name?"
"Dorfy!" the girl replied.
"Dorothy?" he asked.
"Uh-huh!" she giggled again.
"Dorothy? Penny? Where are you?" A distinctively melfeline
voice came from around the curve of the hallway.
"I believe these are the children you're looking for!" David
replied.
"Captain Elohim," said a tall Felinzi as he walked into view.
"Thank you for slowing them down for me. They're supposed to be in
the learning center. Somehow they escaped."
"I see," David replied smiling. "Do you have problems with
escaping children?"
"More often than you can imagine." The Felinzi, his bars
signifying him as a specialist in child care, gathered the Han into
his arms. "Oof. Come on. Yes, you too, Penny." The Pamthreat
gave him a look of puzzlement, and he snarled something to her in
clear Felinzi. The Pamthreat's face changed to one of exasperation
such as only children can manage, then followed behind the Felinzi
as he walked off. David watched the retreating trio with
amusement, then proceeded down on his way to his cabin.
"Lance, where is my wife?" he asked as he walked in.
"I'm in the bath, David!" Denni replied through the open door.
"I figured I'd wait for you and we'd go to the rear lounge for
dinner."
"I'd like that," he said. "When do you plan on going?"
"How about now?" she replied, standing out of the tub. David's
chest tightened as he watched her, and he felt something else
tighten as she bent over to pull the plug on the drain. She stood
up and noticed him staring at her, smiled and beckoned him into the
bathroom. "Would you like to fluff my fur?" she giggled.
"I'd love to," he replied. As the warming winds swirled around
the two of them, he rubbed the small towel over her body, pushing
moisture out into the open where it was quickly whisked away by the
dry air. He took special pleasure in running the towel over her
large and bountiful breasts and between her legs. He also loved
playing with her tail, and she loved it when he did.
"David!" she finally objected. "We'll never get to dinner."
He laughed and tossed the towel aside as the winds died down
again. "Oh, we'll eat eventually. But, you're right." He stepped
out of the tub. "Get dressed. I'll wait for you in the front."
"Be there in a flash."
A ten-minute flash later, she joined him and they walked down
the length of the ship, taking the long route and avoiding SDisks.
It was something of a ritual with David; he wanted to see his ship
in operation, and unlike the *Rat's Asking*, on this ship that
could be avoided by SDisking everyplace. David and Denni had
agreed a long time ago that they'd rather walk.
They reached the rear lounge nearly fifteen minutes later. The
mel who ran the place pulled them up a table by the rear window,
the computer-generated 'view' of redshifting stars whizzing by
outside. When not in hyperspace, these were real windows, but in
hyperspace, with nothing to see, people preferred these illusions.
David ordered a hearty stew with lots of peppers that he was
familiar with, while Denni preferred 'fresh' sashimi. As soon as
they had finished their orders to the table's menu screen, David
said, "I'm not kissing you until you brush your teeth tonight."
Denni giggled. "I was about to say the same thing."
They waited for dinner to arrive. David spent his time staring
out the window, watching the stars go by. "David?" Denni finally
asked.
"Yes?"
"You seem unusually quiet tonight. I mean, you're not usually
the talkative kind, but is there something on your mind that you'd
maybe want to talk about?"
David smiled. "I can never hide anything from you." He
nodded. "Sweetheart, have we ever talked about having children?"
"What brought this on?"
"Oh, on the way home I ran into a small Han and Pamthreat
playing together, and I couldn't help wondering. We've been
married almost a century now, and I'm really starting to think
that, well, maybe it's time."
As he watched, she seemed to squirm in her chair and then shook
her head in a brief, violent shudder. "Denni?"
"David," she gasped, her eyes alight, "I think I just came."
"What?"
She lunged out with both hands and grabbed his. "David, I've
been wanting children for so long you can't begin to imagine it!
I've just been afraid to bring it up around you; I didn't know how
you would react."
"I don't know how I would have reacted, either. But I was
thinking that it was so unfair of me to not at least give you the
option. And... it's something I want now." He smiled sadly.
"Tomorrow begins the countdown before we reach llerkin. Etta and I
were talking last night, and at one point she said, 'So ends one
adventure. We're just coasting into home. I wonder what will
replace it?'"
"Dad calls having children an adventure."
"I was thinking the same thing," David replied. "Denni,
perhaps this is a lousy time to mention it, but there are other
people we need to talk to first."
"Like?"
David held up his fingers. "Tasha. Patricia. Chico. We
could start with them."
- - -
"Wait a minute, man. You mean to tell me you're asking *me*
for permission to have a kid, but you haven't talked Denni's pop
yet?"
"Chico, you're gonna have to live with her. As ship's medical,
that's a big deal. So I'm asking you and Pat if you object."
"Man, if I objected I could go get a job somewhere else. Hell
no I don't object. I just can't believe you interrupted my
vacation to ask me if you could knock up your wife."
David laughed. "What about you, Pat?"
"I think it's wonderful, David. Life with you has always been
long stretches of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror."
She paused. "I know that ancient quote is true of all space
travel, but in your case those moments can sometimes become... odd.
I'll just write this off as another one of those."
"Thanks, Pat."
"What does Tasha say?"
The Katckin stepped into the camera's angle of view. "I told
him to go for it."
"Then it's settled. The crew has so decided. The First
Officer should have a baby." Pat laughed.
David did too. "Thanks, guys. We really appreciate it."
- - -
Shaking his head, David climbed into bed next to his beloved
wife. "Why a syringe?"
"Because, handsome," she purred softly, "I've picked up all of
your bad habits." Her hands caressed his chest gently. "David, I
could never imagine going to bed with anyone but you. Not even to
get pregnant." He shivered as she sidled up to him. "Besides,
this way you never have to put up with a day you can't make love to
me." Her hands brushed along the insides of his thighs, passing up
along the skin of his scrotum and making him want her even more.
"And you do want to make love to me, right?"
"Denni," he gasped, "You have no idea." His hand crept over
her thighs, touching her private center, caressing her densely
furred mound and sliding up the length of her soft belly and
substantial breasts. She moaned softly as both of them touched and
explored. David reached up and licked her cheeks, and her tongue
reached out to find his tongue and kiss and lick.
In David's mind, the knowledge that within her body a child was
growing, 'his' child even if not his progeny, meant a lot to him
and fired his imagination. "David?" Denni cooed. "I want to taste
you."
"Then go do it," he smiled.
Denni pulled aside the covers and exposed his hard cock. She
smiled. "That looks delicious." She took in her hands and pulled
it up from his belly so that it stuck straight in the air, her eyes
staring at it directly as if entranced. Then she lowered her head
to it and teasingly gave him a long, slow lick along the underside,
her pink tongue slathering it with her saliva.
"You look like you're watering at the mouth," David said.
"I am," she sighed. "I'm rabid for you, beloved." She let him
watch as she touched her nose to the purple head of his erection,
then moved down slowly to take just the first centimeter in her
mouth, pursing her lips and tongue to it. She eased down just a
little more until the head was in her mouth, then gave him a glance
with her eyes before sliding the rest of it into her muzzle and
down her throat.
"Oh, yeah...." David sighed. "Oh, Denni."
She pressed down, taking almost all of it into her mouth, but
she had never learned to take that last inch, and David had never
minded. The fact that she adored and appreciated his cock so much
that she would swallow it all and take his semen made him love her
more, if that was possible.
She slowly sucked on his cock, her head sliding back and forth
against his cock, tugging against the skin of his shaft, letting
the length of his cock slide against her lips. Her tongue washed
back and forth against the underside of his cock.
David's hands reached down to touch the back of her head, to
hold her shoulders and head and let her know, even though she must
surely know, that he really appreciated her attentions and her
love.
"Den-ni-i," he sighed, "I think I'm going to, going to... ah!"
He felt his climax explode out of him and felt an intense rapture
as her tongue coaxed every last drop of come out him. "Oh, Denni."
She raised her head, a tiny droplet of come dripping off her
muzzle. She wiped it away, the crawled up the length of his body
slowly. "Like that?"
"Perfect," he groaned.
"Good," she grinned, rolling over onto her back. "David? Eat
me?"
Smiling wide himself, he jumped at the opportunity and climbed
between her legs, looking down at the dark-pink, almost brown color
of her labia. He leaned down, but just before his tongue touched,
he looked up and said, "Denni? Is it safe?"
She nodded. "I asked."
"Good!" he said, burying his muzzle between her lips and
wrapping his flexible tongue around her covered clitoris.
She hissed, her back arching. "David! Not so fast!"
He grinned and slowed down, giving her cunt soft, painting
licks, caressing her honey sweet lips and burrowing down into her
opening before sliding back out to kiss her labia. Her breathing
picked up as his licking did, kissing and caressing around her
vagina. A gentle moan broke out with her breathing and he smiled.
Her hands reached down and parted her lips, directing his
tongue to her now exposed clitoris, and he responded with eager
licks over the small white center of her pleasure. Her moans grew
louder. After years together, he knew that just meant he would
have to work harder.
His tongue flickered over her clit with rhythmic precision, his
jaw opened wide to give him as much free play as possible. Her
hands repositioned themselves as her wet flesh slipped out from
underneath her fingerpads. Her moans dissipated into quiet and
David's heart recognized the last few tense seconds before her
climax.
He poured on the strength. His jaw ached slightly, but he
didn't care. Pressing his tongue to her clit as hard as he could
manage he waited, then felt the tension in her thighs and her
belly. She almost lifted her shoulders off the bed before
collapsing back completely. Her back was arched as she moaned, her
climax shaking her body violently.
"Whew," she gasped.
"I love watching you do that," David said.
"I couldn't do it without you," she said, holding out her arms,
hands splayed, waiting for him. He fell into those arms eagerly,
laying his small, rodentine body over her lush, feminine one. "I
love you, David."
"I love you too, Denni."
She giggled, and one hand left his back to slide between his
legs. "What's this? Hard again?"
He grinned and kissed her nose. "Yeah." Without another word,
he repositioned his cock right up against her cunt and slid into
her.
"Good," she sighed lustfully. "I love you, David."
He smiled and held her close, his head turned just enough to
press his muzzle against the luscious, thick fur of her breasts as
they made love, his cock slowly moving in, out, in, out. She
purred softly as he kept on loving her, never slowing down or
speeding up. Just making love, the two of them. He felt so right
in her arms, holding her. Nothing could ever make him give her up,
not even the lull of space, but since he had found her there, he
was sure neither she nor space would ever ask him to make that
decision. They made love for what seemed like forever before he
shook gently and came inside her.
She giggled softly as his softening cock shrunk and dropped out
of her. "Time to clean up?" David asked.
"No," she sighed. "Wait a few minutes. I'm not done holding
you yet."
"Hopefully you never will be."
"No, hopefully not. But, for tonight, your pregnant wife would
like to hold you just a little longer before we both try and get
some sleep."
David nodded.
A few minutes later, Denni finally nudged him and said, "You're
right. I'm getting cold, time to wash up."
David roused himself; he hadn't even noticed it, but he was
sure he had been asleep for at least a few minutes there. They
staggered into the bathroom, wincing against the noisome bright
light.
Denni took longer to clean up than David, and joined him in bed
a few minutes later. "David?" she said.
"Yeah?"
"I will love you forever."
He slid an arm around her midsection and pulled himself closer
to her. "And I will love you just as long."
--
"Journal Entry 147 / 1028 [ Planetfall: Conceived Purpose ]"
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