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- Journal Entry 095 / 0010@END_FILE_ID.DIZ
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- M'Ress, and I, out on the plain. I'm always so surprised at just
- how far we are from the rest of the Universe, from any other sentient
- being. Abornia plain, as we have named it, is a mere sector away from
- The Camp, again, as we have named it, but that is a distance farther
- than man has ever been from his home planet. Did I just write that? I
- am still human; I'd hate to start thinking of myself otherwise.
-
- "You'rre a verry lonely perrson, arren't you?" she asked, looking
- at me. She lay on the ratty old blanket that I had brought.
-
- I looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?"
-
- She replied with another question. "When was the last time you had
- sex?"
-
- "Huh? Uhm..." Ohmigod. Never? No, that's not the right
- answer... "Not yet, not on Pendor."
-
- She smiled an ironic smile, as if expecting that. "Why not?"
-
- "M'Ress..." This conversation was making me very uncomfortable.
-
- She suddenly got very angry, as if her Felinzi nature just flared
- behind her eyes, and she was almost threatening. "Look, you..." and
- just as quickly it sloughened off. "Ken, remember what you told us?
- All the little tales and stories about how we should live our own lives,
- do our own things? Remember? About how you told us we should love who
- we wanted to, as we would? What about you?"
-
- "What about me?" I asked, a little confused.
-
- "Do you love anybody? You never let anybody get close to you,
- except maybe Carroll, and she's, well..."
-
- "She's a Centaur..."
-
- "And you think you're incompatible. I read some of the entries on
- her, you know. I know what goes on in your mind when you see her.
- Sometimes I think my father is the most screwed-up person on the ring,
- and that may well be true."
-
- I grimaced at her use of the word father, and she caught it.
- "Look, Ken... We call you that out of respect. I personally would hate
- to refer to you as my engineer. If you didn't put a better word into
- our pre-programmed vocabularies, that's, well... that's the way it goes.
- It doesn't reduce how we feel about you."
-
- I looked at her, a little shocked at her forwardness. A little
- pleased, too, to see her asserting herself. And a little confused at
- where this conversation was going. "And how do you feel about me?" I
- asked, curious.
-
- "I love you, damnit! Isn't that what I'm trying to say. There are
- so damned many people out here who are trying to get to know you, but a
- lot of them are obsequious bastards, and you know it and I know it. The
- people you collect around you, you must have a reason for it." I do?
- "And some of us are... curious. About you... about how you make love."
-
- "Like who?" I said, not quite sure I was hearing this.
-
- "Like Raine, Irene, Chazelle, Annie. Like Leara, M'lees, Chelsea.
- Like, even..." and her eyes were watching her fingers playing with a
- blade of grass under the hot sky, and I could only see her in profile,
- but her eyes flickered and a smile threatened, as if she was unsure of
- what emotion she should feel, and her voice dropped down to a murmur,
- "me ?"
-
- "You?"
-
- "Yeah, Me" she said angrily. "What's wrong with me?"
-
- "Nothing, nothing at all, it's just..." Just what? Why hadn't I
- made love to any of my creations? Incestuous avoidance? What?
- Personal involvement? Avoiding a sense of favoritism? Separation?
- What?
-
- "What?" she asked, aloud.
-
- "M'Ress..." I said. I reached for her and she at first recoiled in
- surprise, but when she realized that yes, this was what we wanted, she
- returned my lust and my mouth licked her muzzle and her tongue came out
- and attacked mine, and we began to roll on the grass, our bodies melting
- to each other. Had it really been twenty years or so?
-
- I stopped and looked down at her feline face, her slitted eyes, her
- panting breath, her sharp teeth. Oh, gods, there were reasons why I
- shouldn't do this, but she was so beautiful and she wanted me. The
- trims of her muzzle crested up in a glorious Felinzi smile, and I
- returned it. I fell to her, hugging her and holding her to me. We
- rolled over again and she was atop once more, and her paws swung and
- stripped off my clothing, exposing me to her. My cock was erect, hard
- and needful, and now it would not be denied. Her fingers stroked my sex
- and if it was possible, I got harder.
-
- "M'Ress... please..." I pushed her over, onto her back, and I slid
- down her body, my arms taking her open by the knees, my mouth seeking
- out her cunt. I opened her with my tongue, licking her and wetting her.
- Her cunt was moist and wet and I was opening her further.
-
- "Ken, now... I want your cock inside me, now" and I needed no other
- urging. I virtually leapt onto her, and I slid into her wetness, her
- tight cunt. Oh, gods, she was so wonderful! I felt her soft fur
- against me as I lay atop her, my hips pounding her, her claws against my
- back. Her taut legs were wrapped around my hips, and she was yowling in
- pleasure, her breath gasping with every thrust.
-
- I pounded her for all I was worth, and she chanted me on, "yes,
- yes, yes..." I kept on fucking her, taking out in her all my lust and
- frustration, pent up, and more, faster, and then I came, my seed firing
- into her softness.
-
- I collapsed upon her, my breath coming in hoarse gasps, and she,
- too, was breathing hard. We lay there, and I rolled aside so she
- wouldn't have to support my weight, and recovered. "Whew," she
- breathed. "And I thought Felinzi males were serious. Must be all the
- red meat you eat."
-
- I grinned. "Oh, and what made you so hot on bothered?"
-
- She looked at me. "I don't know, something about you, some
- mystique you have, at being father and all."
-
- I looked at her, and rather than angry, I smiled, laughed. Okay, I
- thought, I've taken a fated step, and joined my children in their
- worldly play. I'd consider the ramifications later.
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