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Urim 2, 1028

	The Incredible Thirty Hour Party had just entered its twentieth 
hour when I finally got free of my assignments and started making my 
way down to the forward flight lounge, now filled with all manner of 
sentient beings.  I didn't expect to find any of the primary flight 
crew there; David, Kathy, Tasha and all of them would be sleeping 
right now, trying to shake off the effects of the first six hours of 
the Thirty Hours so that they would be in the kind of shape needed to 
take the ship out of hyperspace at the end of the last six hours.

	As I walked in, I was struck by a wall of noise, an incredible 
blast of conversation and music.  "Kenny!"  I was immediately attack-
hugged from the right by Trianna, only to be followed on the other 
side by Lindsay.  Dao surrounded me, Olivia managed to be underfoot, 
and finally P'nyssa parted the crowd and handed me a party horn.  
"Happy Voyage, beloved," she said.

	I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.  "Protect me 
from all these miscreants!" I said.

	She laughed and wrapped her tentacle around my arm, placing her 
head against my shoulder.  "They're not miscreants, Ken."

	Lindsay approached, Olivia in front of her.  "Yeah, really.  We 
love you, Ken.  You've somehow managed to touch all our lives," 
Lindsay said.  Her hands reached down and mussed my hair.  "You 
managed to spread yourself very thin, and yet keep all of our 
attentions."

	"And taught a few lessons," Dao said.

	"No, I didn't do that," I said.  "You did that, Dao."  I looked 
up at Olivia.  "And you did that.  You were looking for answers to 
questions you had.  Maybe you didn't know how to word them properly, 
but they were there.  I did nothing new, nothing really important.  
Don't attach any importance to me.  I'm just this person, you know?  
A little older, and I know where to find the answers to the kinds of 
questions you all had, and sometimes I know how to word the answers 
so that they make sense."  I smiled.  "It's my technique for getting 
beautiful, wonderful, talented people into bed.  They think I'm some 
guru."  I laughed.  "I'm just a library hound, really."

	"Garbage," Lindsay said.  I looked up into her eyes (an act 
that, if I keep doing it is, is going to giving me a permanent 
crick!).  "Ken, there are 2000 people on this ship, and if any one of 
them managed to change the life of any other, they should both be 
happy for their roles.  You... you changed the lives of more than a 
dozen people, and that's not even counting saving the lives of 37 
very grateful Han."  Her hand caressed my cheek as tears started 
streaming from my eyes.  "Don't fight it."

	"But... But I don't do anything special, Lindsay.  I'm a 
geneticist, that's what I do.  That's where I work to change the 
universe.  Other than that, I'm just another person."

	P'nyssa wrapped her tens around me.  "I think she's trying to 
say that she knows that, Ken.  We know you're just another person.  
Nobody's putting you on a pedestal.  AIs only know how often you've 
stood someone up, ignored their calls and mail, avoided going forward 
with someone who cared for you because you're not quite brave enough 
to tell them you don't have room for them in your life."  She nodded 
her head.  "I know some of it.  I know how much you want to spread 
yourself, and how sometimes you hurt yourself and someone else in the 
process."

	Lindsay nodded.  "But what you do, Ken, is tell the truth in a 
language that the person listening understands."

	"Lindsay," I said, swallowing my tears and at least a little of 
my ego with it, "You do it too.  Forget what Sarah says; without you, 
I could never talk to other Han quite the same way.  I... I need you 
to do that translation for me. You've taken the trouble to understand 
both halves.  I can't think of a way to thank you for that."

	"You don't have to."

	I smiled.  Somehow, the frustration I felt at my sheer inability 
to be part of her life, forever, welled up within me and I buried my 
face in P'nyssa shoulder, crying.  It took a long time to get out and 
I don't know where it all came from.  I was surrounded by a crowd of 
friends and lovers who wrapped themselves around me in a tight knot 
and held me.  P'nyssa and Lindsay and Olivia and Dao and Trianna all 
around me, holding me.  I looked up as the tears started to ease, and 
I looked around.  "I love all of you, and that's so... weak."

	"No, it isn't," Lindsay said.  "It says everything perfectly."

	P'nyssa slowly eased me aside and wrapped her tens around me.  
"You've managed to do it again."

	I nodded, grinning sadly.  "Did I hurt anyone this time?"

	P'nyssa peaked around my shoulder and looked into the crowd.  "I 
don't think so.  I think for once you managed to get away with it."

	I laughed.  "I guess I'm getting better."

	"Or you're managing to pick the right kind of people."  She 
kissed my cheek softly.  "By the way, I really want to thank you for 
Lindsay.  She's everything you could hope for in a... what did you 
call them?"

	"Species friend," I said.  "Liaison?  Representative?  Friend is 
really important to me.  Why are you thanking me?"

	P'nyssa shook her head.  "Because when you introduced her to me, 
it was the first time I'd looked at a Han and not thought about 
height, weight, biology, physiology.  I thought, 'Here is someone Ken 
loves.'  And, you're my *coimelin*.  That made me take a long, hard 
look at her."  She nodded.  "She's special.  They're all special.  
Some are confused, some are even a little racist, some are falling 
headfirst into Pendorian culture and loving every minute of it.  
But... she's got a good head on her shoulders.  She wants to know, 
she wants to learn.  She wants a good world for her children.  And 
she knows what's valuable and what's not.  And she think you're 
valuable."

	I sighed.  "I'm glad you all think so."

	"We'll never stop thinking so," she said.

	Eventually, my mood lifted.  Even sadness is hard to hold onto 
for long.  Out of habit my hand slid down her thighs and up the high 
slit of her skirt, which wasn't designed to hide anything anyway.  
"Ken?"

	"Yes, love?"

	"Would you like to sneak off into one of these rooms and..."

	"Do the wild thing?"

	She giggled.  "Yeah.  Do the wild thing."

	"I'd love to."  I took her hand and led her down to the SDisk 
outside the door.  Like kids, we ran laughing to our bedroom.  We 
both tumbled onto the bed and hands and mittens sought out clothing 
and tossed it aside.  She tossed aside my cuffs and I ditched her 
lovely white bowtie.  We didn't even bother with the buttons on our 
blouses, but just pulled them up over our heads before falling onto 
the bed, hands seeking out the familiar pleasures.

	It hard for me to describe just how much I love and adore 
P'nyssa.  I love the soft swell of her belly, the soft floppiness of 
her breasts, the soft curls of her hair.  Why did I ever give Tindals 
hair?  They're a furry species!  But still in P'nyssa's case it was 
wonderful to stroke and hold and caress.  We kissed, and I loved the 
soft touch of her tongue against mine, the hot warmth of her breath, 
the warm press of her body.  Her tens slithered around me, sliding on 
her layer of blue fur, and she pulled me close as I pulled her close.  
Her breasts pressed against my chest and I dipped down to kiss her 
nipple.  The one I attended to grew hard under my lips.  "Ooohh," she 
sighed.  "You and Aaden are the most important men in my life, and, 
Ken, I absolutely wouldn't have it any other way."

	"And you're the most important fem in my life, P'nyssa.  I don't 
see why that should ever change."

	We turned over in bed, and she kissed my throat, working her way 
down my chest and kissing my nipples, making me shiver and growl.  
"Gods, P'nyssa, I love when you do that."

	"You always have."  Her mittens tugged on the buttons that held 
my pants closed, pulling open the flap of my pants.  My cock sprang 
out, eager and enthusiastic.  She stroked my cock with her hands, 
sending more shivers down my spine.  "Well, well, well," she said.  
"My, Ken, what a hard dick you've got tonight."

	"All the better to fuck you with, my love."

	"Is that all you want?" she giggled, winking.

	"You have a better suggestion?"

	"Yeah," she growled, her voice low and throaty.  "Fuck me in the 
ass."

	"Are you serious?"

	She reached down and began tugging on the zipper of her own 
pants.  She pulled them down and threw them aside.  "Would you refuse 
this ass?" she asked, turning around and wiggling it at me.

	"Not in a million years."  I quickly got behind her as she bent 
over, jutting her ass high into the air, her legs spread far apart to 
put my cock level with her tight little asshole.  I grabbed the 
bottle that stood by the bedstand and poured some into my palm, then 
lubricated my erection.  I poured some of the liquid into the crease 
of her butt, then slowly eased a finger into her tight little hole.  
She let go with a small whimper as my finger probed deeper and deeper 
into her until my finger was sunk deep into her rectum and I could 
feel the grip of her sphincter around the base.  I slid it around in 
slow, careful strokes, feeling the moist bore of her asshole against 
my fingertip as I tried to loosen her up.  

	She squirmed against my touch.  "Come on, Ken.  Get inside me."

	I slipped my finger out of her hole and took my place behind her 
to replace it with my cock.  "Ready?"

	"Yes.  Just... go slow."

	I pressed the head of my erection against her tiny hole.  She 
whimpered, one short "Mmmph... ah!" as the head of my cock slid past 
her anus and into her hot, little ass.  "More?" I asked.

	She nodded, her head pressed against the pillow.  I put my hands 
on her hips and pulled, slowly easing my cock into her asshole until 
the skin of my thighs was warmed by the touch of hers.  She groaned 
softly as my cock burrowed its way into her almost virginal asshole.  
As I rested there, giving her time to relax, I murmured, "We don't do 
this often enough."

	"If we did it more often," she gasped, "You'd get used to it and 
I wouldn't have anything to keep you around!"

	"I have plenty of other reasons to stay around!" I grinned.  
"Besides, this way you stay tight all the way down."  I slowly pulled 
out of her butthole, watching my cock emerge from her butt, 
fascinated by the sight of it.  Then I slid back into her.  "Getting 
better?"

	"Mmm-hmm," she murmured.

	"Good," I said.  Her silky insides stroked over the entire 
length of my cock with every slow thrust; I couldn't imagine getting 
enough of her, ever, not like this.  She grunted softly on every 
downstroke, and on each withdrawal I felt her asshole gripping at my 
skin, pulling me in, trying to keep me buried inside her body.  I ran 
my hands lovingly over her gorgeous, round asscheeks, squeezing the 
hot, soft flesh in my palms.  Looking down, my cock rocked in and out 
of her grasping anus, a soft cone of flesh flexing back and forth 
with the motion of my cock.

	I wasn't going to last long; the very idea of being so deep 
within my beloved's ass turned me on enough that I was going to 
explode at any second.  I stroked her back, feeling her luscious fur 
sliding under my fingertips, trying to stave off orgasm as I felt it 
winding tighter within my belly.  It didn't help.  With a "Yes!" my 
orgasm flew down my spine and out through my cock.  I felt a helpless 
wave of intense, indescribable pleasure slam through me as I shot a 
stream of come up into her grasping asshole.  I had to hold onto her 
gorgeous ass for dear life or fall off the bed in oblivion.

	She slid forward, pulling my cock out of her and sending signals 
of painful intensity up my cock and into my brain.  "Whew," she said 
as she lay down on her back.

	"Yeah," I said.  "How do you feel?"

	"Well... fucked."  She grinned, and I chuckled along, sliding my 
hand up to fondle her breasts again.  "And tired."

	"Tired?" I teased, then yawned at the mere hint of it.  "I guess 
that's what beds are for."  I looked around.  We had mussed up the 
sheets a little bit, but they were still clean enough, especially 
after tossing the coverlet aside.  "Do you want to take a nap?"

	"You've been on duty all day, haven't you?"  I nodded.  "So have 
I.  I think a nap would be fine."

	"Lance?  Wake us up at D-minus-2 hours, would you?"

	"I'll do that," the AI replied calmly.  P'nyssa tossed me a 
small towel and I wiped myself off as well as I could.  She cuddled 
up against me, her hand on my chest.  She lay on my arm in just the 
right way; my hand could cup one cheek of her butt perfectly from 
this angle.  Eventually she'd have to move off, or the reduced 
circulation in the arm she was lying on would become painful.  We 
knew this; after centuries of lying together, we knew everything 
about each other.  And I felt perfect about that.

	"I love you, Nyss."

	She nodded her head slowly.  "I love you, too, Ken.  I always 
will."


	Somewhere, a bell was ringing.  "DING! DING! DING!  Wake up!"

	Cursing, I looked up at the ceiling.  "I'm awake, Lance!"

	"I know," the AI replied.  "But you did ask me to remind you.  
And now that you are awake, may I suggest that you shower before 
presenting yourself to the crowd outside?  Surely they would like you 
to smell better than you do now."

	"Wha?" P'nyssa asked, raising her head.

	"Shower time.  And the party's just getting into high gear."  
She turned over onto her back, grumbling.  I enjoyed watching her, 
but my sense of responsibility took over.  I kissed her nipple.  
"Come on."

	"All right," she groaned.  "We only got five hours."

	"It'll have to do.  We can get more after the party."  I stood 
up and headed into the shower.  Under the warm water, I closed my 
eyes and teetered on the brink of sleep again, but I remembered to 
find soap and clean off my body, especially my cock.  P'nyssa joined 
me eventually and I helped wash her as well.  She moaned softly as my 
hands caressed her back, then shivered as I washed her butt.  "A 
little sore?" I asked.

	"Mm-hmm," she sighed.  "You guys have callouses after all these 
years."

	"No, we're just used to it."  We rinsed off and dried off, then 
dressed and headed back to the party.  As we re-entered, the sound 
washed over us again.  "I'm going to get something to drink," P'nyssa 
said.

	"Do that.  I'll mingle."  She nodded and stepped away.  I found 
Lindsay and Olivia sitting together, holding each other and staring 
out the window.  "Hi," I said.

	"Ken!" she said, waving.  "You came back."

	"I needed a nap."

	"We understand," she said.  "Less than sixty minutes left."

	"Scared, Lindsay?"

	She nodded.  "I've read all the literature and I've learned the 
language some, but... it's not real to me.  I'm re-entering a 
universe my grandparents left because they didn't think it was worthy 
of them."

	"It wasn't.  Their value of worth was unique to them.  I hope 
it's changed.  I think Rheinhardt and Greaves would approve of the 
choice you made, Lindsay.  They chose life over death, children over 
barrenness.  I gave you that choice again, and you took it."  I 
placed my hand on her shoulder.  "I hope it's the right choice."

	"I think it is."  She smiled at me.  "I think I've got a world 
for Maia to grow up in."

	"I think so too-- eep!"  I felt a hand sliding up between my 
thighs, and turned around to see who my groper was.  "Tails!"

	He grinned.  "Sorry, Ken.  I just wanted you to know I was still 
around."

	"Excuse me," I said, holding my hand up to Lindsay and Olivia.  
I turned and hugged Tails tightly.  "I'm going to miss you, dude."

	He chuckled.  "I'm going to miss you too, Ken.  Don't forget me 
when we land, huh?  Remember me the next time you throw a party."

	I kissed him.  He kissed me back.  "I won't forget you.  How 
could I forget these two tails and the gorgeous butt underneath 
them?"  I held him close and felt a solid lump rub against my own.  I 
slid my hand down his butt.  "Nishipo," I whispered, calling him by 
his real name, "You're a little excited."

	"I keep thinkin' I could get you into bed one last time."

	I grinned.  "There's a simaculae next door."

	"Is it in use?"

	"Probably."  I closed my eyes and asked Lance if it was.

	*Yes,* Lance replied.  *As an orgy pit.  Feel free to join.*

	I chuckled.  "Nishipo, if you don't mind putting on a public 
display, the simaculae is just what we're looking for."  I explained.  

	"Let's go," he laughed.

	"Excuse us," I said to Lindsay and Olivia.  "We're off..." I 
tried to think of a good excuse.

	"To fuck like rabbits, yes," Olivia said.  "We're coming to 
watch."

	Tails' grinned.  "Come on, then!"  The four of us made our way 
out.  The crowd parted at the oncoming Lindsay; Han stand out in a 
crowd, being even taller than most Centaurs.  The door opened and the 
four of us tumbled out into the hall, and we walked into the 
Simaculae.

	The noise was less than the party.  So was the lighting; it was 
relatively dim.  But bodies were slithering and sliding back and 
forth, moans and groans of rhythmic lust coming from curious corners.  
Olivia shrank back a little from the crowd.  "Olivia?" Lindsay asked.

	"Sorry," she said.  "I... I'm not used to this kind of sight.  
It's... fascinating."

	Tails grabbed my hand and led me down into the pit.  It 
literally was a pit, or perhaps more like a cone.  The bottom was 
flat, but for three meters it curiously sloped, like stairs leading 
downwards, but where stairs have sharp verticals these were sloped at 
forty-five degrees, and all heavily padded.  In the center a small 
firepit burned, casting light about the room and beautifully organic 
shadows upon the walls.

	We fell upon each other eagerly.  I did want him, one more time.  
Hopefully not the last time, but perhaps the last time for a long 
time to come.  We tore each others' clothes off.  Where I had worn 
stuff appropriate to a party, he had worn his ship uniform.  His 
boots and pants came off easily while we struggled with my own.  
Finally naked, we tumbled onto the floor, he above me.  "Gods, you're 
gorgeous," I gasped.

	"And you, sir, and just the sexiest creature on board!"  His 
hard cock pressed against my groin, but I wanted to feel his cock in 
my throat.  It had been too long since I had tasted his come.  I 
crawled down between his legs until his cock dangled before my eyes.  
I attacked it like it was a well in the desert, a source of life and 
pleasure.  He groaned aloud as I slid my mouth up the length of his 
shaft.  "Easy, Ken, easy!"

	I slowed down a little.  I tasted his gorgeous cock with my 
tongue, swashing over it to taste it.  I wanted to feel ever 
centimeter of it and remember the texture of it afterwards.  I wanted 
to suck up every mil of sweat on his balls.  He groaned as I pitched 
my head back and forth, reach up to grasp his tails by their base and 
hold in, pulling myself up to suck harder.

	"Oh, so that's what you want?" he grinned.  He rose off me and 
turned around, his head in my crotch as his cock against slid into my 
mouth.  But this time, he had control.  His cock fucked my mouth, 
greedily taking his pleasure from my sucking.  His mouth surrounded 
my cock as he sucked me.  We formed a circle of manhood, sucking each 
other, mouth to cock to mouth to cock and around again.  He was hot.  
Better yet, since I had started this he was closer to coming.

	"Ken, I think I'm gonna... gonna..."

	Yes!  His cock shot a hot stream of thick, almost gummy come 
into my mouth.  In the hot lust I felt it only fed my desire.  I 
rolled the salty mess around in my mouth, swallowing it down as if it 
were the nectar of Heaven.

	His head was bobbing on my crotch, trying to get me to come.  I 
stopped him and pushed him to the side.  He fell onto his side in an 
ungainly tangle of arms and legs and tails.  I grabbed his tails by 
their base again and pushed his legs up to his chest.  "Ready?" I 
asked.

	"I'm ready," he said.

	"Good!"  I was gentle with him, like I was with P'nyssa.  I 
pressed my saliva-slick cock against his asshole and pressed inwards.  
And experienced asshole, he flexed it just enough to let me slide in, 
then tightened down as my hips pressed against his butt.  "How's 
that?"

	"Sweet," he sighed. 

	"Good!"  I started to fuck him gently, rocking back and forth on 
my knees, stroking my cock in and out of his asshole, taking him 
gently and surely.  He had his eyes closed, his back slightly twisted 
so he could just lie and enjoy the sensation of being fucked slowly 
and lovingly by someone he trusted.  At least, that's what I would 
have been doing had our positions been reversed.

	My second orgasm took a long time to build.  There was something 
special in being able to just fuck him, to just stroke in and out of 
his sweet asshole with my hard cock, and watch the people around me 
enjoying themselves in all sorts of poses and positions.  
Occasionally, an ecstatic shout of joy would erupt from some couple 
or collection of bodies.

	He looked up at me.  "You're taking long," he mentioned.

	"Getting to be too much?"

	"Don't think so.  Could use some lube," he said.  Fortunately, 
Olivia has good hearing, because I saw her wave to me, then toss me a 
small plastic bottle.  I caught it in flight and just dripped it onto 
my pistoning cock, allowing the motion to carry the slick liquid into 
Tails' body and make our lovemaking a little more gentle.

	My cock moved easily in and out of his body, thanks to the lube.  
He tightened down with his hole and milked my cock as I made love to 
him.  I started to feel the familiar tingle of my climax.  I was 
getting close, or so I thought.

	But just as I reached that point of no return, it subsided.  
Then returned.  Then subsided.  I gripped his hip and held him, just 
watching his eyes flutter as he shuddered at my gentle attack on his 
prostate.  Finally, thought, the tension returned, and I felt it 
building within me.  This time my fucking his beautiful ass and 
asshole took me over the edge and I came inside him, gasping softly.

	We separated, and Olivia was kind enough to toss me a towel.  I 
handed it to Tails so he could use it first, and he cleaned himself 
off.  Then I used it for myself.  We sat, not speaking, just smiling 
and kissing gently.  "I will miss you," I said.

	"I'll miss you, too, Ken.  Good luck.  It's going to be a busy 
century."

	"Tell me about it," I growled.  We kissed again, then slowly 
stood up.  "Now where did you toss my shoes?"

	Lindsay pointed them, then came over and hugged me.  "It's 
funny, but I thought men were, well... a little more mean to each 
other than that."

	I pulled Tails into my arms.  "Usually I am.  Aaden and I can 
vary between than kind of gentleness and the sort of brutality that 
would make you think he was killing me."  I grinned.  "With Nishipo, 
though..."

	"I just like it gentle."  He kissed my cheek.  "And Ken does 
gentle very well."

	"Yeah, sometimes."  I grinned.

	A soft chime rang overhead.  "Attention.  Ten minutes to transit 
and departure from hyperspace on my mark.  Ten minutes... mark!"

	We dressed hurriedly, watching the clock.  Running, the four of 
us piled into the other room, where revellers were waiting, 
anticipating the moment to come.  We watched the clock counting down.  
For some of us, this was the end of a journey.  For others, just the 
beginning.  For me, it was both.  The moment I got home Alpha would 
be running full steam ahead; from the terraforming equipment, now 
millennia dormant, lying in her monstrous vehicle bays that would be 
dedicated to the creation of Terra's new ringworld, to the hundred 
genetanks that would, someday, give rebirth to a species a millennium 
in wait.

	The clock ticked down, minute by minute.  People held their 
breath.  Then the clock hit 00:10.  "Ten!" people chanted.  "Nine!  
Eight!  Seven!  Six!  Five!  Four!  Three!  Two!  One!"  The windows 
blinked, glowed for a moment, and then resolved into the view of a 
star, several hours away even with Corrane.  People still held their 
breath.  Over the speakers we heard, "This is the *Nyano Handele* 
calling llerkin Free Space Control.  Do you copy?"

	There was a short pause, then, "Copy, *Nyano Handele*, this is 
llerkin Free Space Control.  You are on our scopes at six light-hours 
solar, 86 degrees off from llerkin-4.  Welcome home, *Nyano 
Handele.*"

	That's when we cheered.

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