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     "There are," I said, "but there are good, traditional reasons for
enjoying alcohol.  Don't ask me to name them.  Maybe when you're older."
     "'Maybe when I'm older'," Karen said with a smile.  How many times
had I said that to her?
     I decided it was time to stand again, feeling a little better as
the water seeped into my brain and relieved the perceived pain of
dehydration.  "So," I said, "who's up for a shower?"
     "I've already taken mine," P'nyssa said, "so I'm going to head over
to Cutter's."
     "Okay, sweetheart."  I stepped over to her and gave her a close
hug, feeling her soft and furry body against mine.  She wrapped her tens
around me and ran the pads up and down my spine, sending wonderfully
relaxing signals up into my head.  "See ya later," I said.
     She nodded, took a step back and jumped up slightly.  The gravitics
carried her up into the main room of my domicile.
     "So," I said, looking down at Karen, who had curled up around one
of the pillows on the bed, "Would you care to join me in the shower?"
     She smiled and said, "I could use an extra pair of hands while I'm
bathing."
     "Karen, everybody could."  She smiled as I led her into the shower,
opening the glass door for her and closing it behind me.  "How do you
like your water?" I asked.
     "Hot," she replied.
     "Hot it is."  I dialed the pressure up low, then slowly adjusted
the temperature until it was nearly scalding to me.  "How's that?"
     "Fine," she said.  "That's just how I like it."  She dove under the
needles of steam and growled, a deep and satisfied sound, as the water
dug in under her fur.  The downside was that she now looked bedraggled.
I laughed and offered her soap.  She nodded.
      I stood up momentarily to re-direct the stream towards the far
wall.  Pouring some soap onto my fingers, I started at her shoulders as
she lay down on the floor of the shower.  She growled softly as my
fingers dug in deep, massaging the soap into her fur with strong
strokes.  Her muscles bunched and rippled under my touch.  "Eyes
closed," I said as I did the top of her head and under her chin.  In the
back of my mind I remembered scenes from my childhood of watching circus
animal-handlers washing the big cats the same way, feeding them full to
make them tired and then taking the water to them.  But this was
different, because Karen was a sentient and literate individual.
     As I worked my ways along her paws, images of the day Luccas and I
had gone, alone, into the woods to deal with a 'small' pride came into
my head.  What had we been thinking, just two humans against six
Pamthreats?  It had been the rage of the little Centaur girl they'd
mauled to near-death, I guess.  We should have formed a party, we should
have worn powered armor, for Thor's sake.  Still, we had won, but almost
at the expense of my life.  Luccas came away without a scratch.
     I worked my way down the flanks of her torso to her first pair of
hindlegs, working the soap between her toes and under her claws.  She
growled softly.  I made my way to the second pair, admiring the gleam
that water gave her fur.  My hands stroked in small circles over the fur
of her rump, then onto her tail, working my way down it's length to the
small puff-ball at the very end, now a wet and drooping rat of fur.
     "Turn over?  On your side."  She complied, easing over to her
right.  I stroked her neck and between her forelegs, taking care not to
catch her tiny nipples under my fingernails as I did so.  She purred
softly as I slid my fingers over the thinner fur of her belly, and as my
fingers slid between her rear legs the purring grew louder, a distinct
sound over the running water.
     "Ken," she said, "turn the heat up."
     "Up?" I asked.
     "Yeah," she said.  I reached behind me and turned the cold to
'OFF,' which turned the heat up as far as it could go.  The temperature
soared, and I moved out of the stream of water to avoid getting scalded.
I returned to her and said, "Why?"
     "I dunno," she replied, breathlessly.  "I just want to feel the
heat."
     I shrugged and returned to stroking between her hindlegs, working
my way closer and closer to her vulva.  She smiled and stretched, and
the way she did so was so erotic I found my cock responding immediately.
Which as a good sign, as far as I was concerned.
     I was so busy paying attention to her I almost didn't notice her
shifting weight until she had her head in my lap.  Her now less-than-
cold nose nuzzled against my erection, which tickled and I giggled.  Her
tongue slid out of her muzzle and against my cock, and I steeled myself
for a rasp that never came.  Instead, her long, pink tongue wrapped
itself around my cock softly.
     "Karen?"
     "Hmmm?" she said, her mouth closing around my cock.  Her teeth were
as sharp as expected, and the little prickles they sent into me filled
me with lust.
     "What have you done to your tongue?" I asked.
     *Isn't nanotech wonderful?* she 'pathed at me, her mouth too busy
to be a useful form of communication.
     "You variformed your tongue?"
     "Mm-hmm," she growled, adding *I can put it back with just a
thought, too.*
     I sighed and tried to concentrate on what I was doing, but her
tongue was literally wrapped around my cock and rather effectively
stroking me.  I was going to climax real soon if she kept that up, and
said so.
     *That's what I want.*  I laughed and leaned back, accidentally
dropping one hand into the stream of water from the wall to the drain.
I pulled it back quickly.
     I closed my eyes, trying not to imagine what this looked like, then
reveling in the image of this big cat with her head in my lap and my
erection very obviously in her mouth.  I knew I was in no danger from
her but the very illusion thrilled me.  She stroked with her head,
pulling her sharp teeth, designed to take down large animals, over the
head of my cock.  The fibers of my body strained and hummed as she took
me to the edge of ecstasy and I went over, screaming, shooting into her
throat.
     She growled softly and fell into a coughing fit.  "You okay?" I
asked.
     "Uh-huh," she coughed.  "Just... went down the wrong tube."
     I laughed and leaned over further, wrapping my arms around her
head, sighing.  "Thank you," I asked.
     "You're not done, Ken.  Not yet."
     "I know.  But at least you've shown that my dick and my heart are
both in agreement today."
     "I always thought they were," she said.  "Let's get cleaned up."  I
smiled and turned the heat back down to a tolerable level, rinsing off
as she stepped out of the shower to dry off.

     We walked out onto the carefully tended roof of Castle Shardik a
while later.  Ember and Rahan sat around the Oak Ring, the huge table
set against the starboard edge of the garden, playing a game of
backgammon.  "Hiya," I said as I set my tray down.  Breakfast for both
Karen and I consisted of steak and eggs- My eggs scrambled dry and my
steak rare, her steak well-done and her eggs raw.
     "Hi, Dad," Ember said, leaning over and giving me a friendly kiss
on the cheek.  I returned the kiss, laying a hand on her very large and
pregnant belly.  "So how're they doing?"
     "Doing good," she said cheerfully.  "Just four more weeks."
     "Really?" I said.
     "Yep," she replied, smiling widely.  I've started to realize that
Ember likes being pregnant.  Not as much as Rachel, but sometimes it
seems close.
     We ate quickly.  Karen didn't so much eat her food as she did make
it go away.  Under her tongue, restored to it's normal raspiness, the
meat just vanished.  "Ready to go?" I asked Karen.  She assented, and we
rose.  I kissed Ember on the cheek as I left, and she purred and stroked
my cheek.
     "So?" I asked Karen as we leapt off the side of the castle and were
gently lowered to the sand of the lagoon.
     "What?" she asked.
     "Well, what do you want to do?"
     She shrugged.  "I don't know.  That's up to you."
     I sighed.  "You're going to force me to make the decisions, aren't
you?"
     "Sure."  Her eyes smiled mischeviously.
     I thought for a moment, then said, "Have you ever been on a
rollercoaster?"

     High summer brings the midyear holidays, and quite possibly the
biggest is the Lithe Carnival.  The place was a constant explosion of
sound- cheap little bellows-horns, barkers playing roles, seducing
people into the Tunnel of Love or the Chamber of Horrors.  Children
screaming as the eight-armed monster twists and turns, a little box on
the end of it, kids securely strapped in.  "Once you've been to the
Moon, you can't go back to Tilt-O-Whirl," John Glenn once said.  Maybe
so, but even on as spacefaring a planet as Pendor, literally billions of
people have never been anywhere but the surface of our world.  In fact,
with our transporter technologies, most people have never gone much
faster than the speed of their own feet.
     Which is why carnival rides are so popular around here.  Combining
the sheer physical violence so well perfected by Terra with the safety
of Pendorian engineering, the carnival if terrifyingly fun.
     People gave Karen and I a wide berth.  Actually, they gave Karen a
wide berth.  Despite the common knowledge that there was a Tleil of
sentient Pamthreats, there was still the common fear of the big cat.
     "What do we do here?" Karen shouted above the din.
     "We have fun!" I said.  "What do you think we do?  Come here!"  She
followed me over to the rides section at the port end of the place.
"That's a rollercoaster."
     Actually, it was the local equivalent.  It had no rails, just a
cabin.  It was a gravitics-only vehicle, with a pre-programmed course
and no compensation for the passengers.  Same effect.  And it was open-
air.
     "What's it do?"
     "Come on!"  We walked over to the barker.
     The barker, a mephit who had been looking slightly bored, started
up.  "You sir, and the lovely..."
     "Lady," I said.
     "Yes, the lovely young lady, would you care to take a death-defying
ride through the air?"  He opened his mouth a little wider, his tail
shaking with the force of his bellow.  "Who would like to join them?"  A
crowd was growing.  I got the feeling that the graviroll was an
unpopular ride- probably looked too dangerous.  "Come one, come all!
Dare to join these two as they take the thrilling ride!"
     I helped Karen into my lap and held on tight around her belly.
"Ready!" I asked.
     "Sure!" she snarled back.
     We were joined by another couple, two Felinz, behind us.  They
didn't look too comfortable.  I smiled.
     The ride started out traditionally slow.  "Is this all?" Karen
asked.
     "Wait," I whispered into her ear, nipping it gently.  She shivered.
     The car reached the top of the loop and began screaming down in a
long, rollicking dive.  A loop rocked the car up and left.  I shouted a
loud "Wheee!" as the was pulled left and right.  A motor in the car
growled, adding the sensations of vibration and the hum of power to the
motion.  Karen's claws dug into the vinyl covering of the seat, pushing
her back against me.  I gripped her closer, laying my chin on her
shoulder.  The car skimmed the grass set aside for its path, flew in a
violent corkscrew high over the Lithe field, took a few more slow dips
and turns, and slowed to a stop back in the berth next to the Mephit.
     "You okay, sweetheart?" I asked.
     "I... I think so."  She stepped out of the car carefully, wobbling
on all six legs.  The two Felinzi behind us in the car looked liked they
would survive. , I was grateful neither one had gotten sick.
     "So tell me, sir," the barker began again, "another ride?"
     "Naaah," I said casually.  "Get them."  I pointed to the crowd that
had stopped to watch us.  Karen walked down the steps carefully, and
when she reached the slightly tramped grass she stopped and said, "You
really like that?"
     "Are you kidding?" I said, my smile wider than Rael Canyon.  "That
was great!"  I stopped for a second, my smile diminishing.  "Are you
going to be sick?"
     "No..." she said.  "Just want to stop... want the world to stop
spinning so much."
     I bit back a quick joke about ringworlds and the lousy side effects
that would result if one were to stop spinning.  "Take it easy," I said.
"Take deep, slow breaths."
     She took my advice and finally said, "I feel better."
     "You sure?"
     "I thinks so.  What's that?" she asked, pointing to a building
labeled 'The Hall of Mirrors.'
     "Ah, that.  Well, it's the sort of thing that has to be seen to be
believed.  Come on."
     The Hall of Mirrors was patently unfair, especially compared to the
more traditional types.  Holograms, tranporters installed under the
mirrorslats, gessler suggestion fields, the works.  The maze changed
every time we walked through it, the images shifted.  Sometimes I think
the AI in charge of this built image-clean pairs and teleported the
walkers, because at least twice I found myself walking out through the
'in' door.  We went through five times, the last two times playing games
of tag.  "Gotcha," Karen growled as she pounced, rearing up and putting
her paws on my chest, shoving me back against a mirror and licking my
face.  Her tongue was what I had originally expected, hot and raspy, and
after she licked my cheek I checked for blood.
     "You're okay," she insisted.  "Besides, you didn't shave today- I
should check the same for my tongue."
     I laughed.  "Let's find our way out of here."  She agreed.  This
time was easy, more suggestion that the AI was paying close attention to
what was going on in there.
     We had a great day together.  At lunch we had corndogs.  We rode a
few rides and spent the day, talking and getting along better than we
ever had.  I introduced Karen to cotton candy, a serious mistake, as she
fell in love with it instantly and proceeded to spend the better part of
an hour licking the stuff out of the fur of her paws.
     "Having fun?" I asked.
     "The best," she insisted.  Some children came over to us as I sat
under one of the concession tents sipping a pop and said, "Father?"
     There were four of them, a Human boy of about nine, a female
Ssphynx I'd've put a little younger, and two male Mustela.  I looked
them over and said "Can I help you guys?"
     "We was wondering," said the Human, "Can we touch him?"  It
actually took me a few seconds to realize they were talking about Karen.
     "Well, her name is Karen, and why don't you ask her?"
     "I can do that?"  He looked a little surprised.  Karen looked up
with a smile on her face and said, "Why don't you come over here and try
it?"
     Trouble was, she said it in Felin.  But the Ssphynxgirl recognized
it and spoke back.  I had no trouble following the conversation, and
eventually she did reach out and touch Karen on her head.  The others
crowded around, and I smiled as I watched them.  I looked around and
managed to find the parents of the Mustelakins, and the look on their
faces was a classic "Oh-no-but-Father's-there-it-must-be-okay" look, and
I turned my head away to laugh, not wanting to embarrass them.  I was
interrupted from my private musing by a hand being waved over my
shoulder.  "Ken!"
     "Dillion!" I said, looking up.  I wasn't surprised that he'd
managed to sneak up on me like that.  The tent held at least two dozens
strangers, reeking of the fear and excitements of the rides, eating
foods that they would otherwise never have touched in centuries.  "How
are you doing, old man?"
     "Old man," he snorted.  "You're older than I am, by at least a
century."
     "So how have you been?  Still working for Richard?"
     "Of course.  What could be more exciting?  The best engineer on the
planet needs the best robotocist, doesn't he?  And we are the best."
     "Glad to see you still have your ego intact."
     "And good to see yours is still going strong," he laughed, shaking
my hand with that huge, meaty mitten of his.  For a Tindal, Dillion's
strong.  "That one," he said, pointing to Karen, "one of the new ones?"
     "Tliel," I agreed, "just like you."
     Karen wandered over and said, "Hello.  Who's this?  Smells good."
     "She never says that about me," I said.
     Dillion chuckled and knelt down.  "How do you do?"
     I made introductions.  "Dillion, meet Karen Walton.  Karen,
Dillion."
     "It's a pleasure to meet a fellow Tleil, especially one so pretty,"
he said.  "I hate to meet you only to run, but I've got a project to get
to work on, and I promised Fradrake I'd have it done by tomorrow."
     "It was nice to meet you, Dillion."
     "And you, Karen.  Make sure you watch him, though.  A lovely young
lady like yourself running around with Ken Shardik should be careful.
The man's oversexed."
     "That's what I'm hoping," Karen said.
     I must have turned several shades of bring red, because Dillion
looked at me and said, "What was that you said, 'If you can still blush,
your immortal soul is in no particular danger'?"
     "I said that a long time ago.  Besides, I didn't know you believed
in souls, Dillion."
     "Don't, necessarily.  But you do.  Take care."
     "You too."  He gave Karen a half-wink and a wave as he walked out
of the tent.
     "So," I said, "What happened to the children?"
     "Their parents came and took them?"
     "Away from you?"
     "Away from the carnival, I think.  It is getting late."
     "But carnivals are always at their best at night!"
     "I know," she said, yawning.  "But after a whole day, I've also
learned that they're very tiring, and I think I'd like to go home."
     "Sounds good to me," I said.  Truth to tell, my feet were killing
me.   We headed for the nearest SDisk, and Castle Shardik.
     When the lagoon SDisk deposited us on the beach, I said, "Do you
want to take the stairs, or the local SDisk?"
     "The stairs," she said.  "I'm in no mood to go swimming."
     I nodded and summoned the stairway, a force-field construct.  We
climbed up to the roof of the Castle and made our way to the entrance to
the first floor.  From there we descended the grav-tube to the second
floor, where most of the residentials were.  The tube opens up onto the
second-floor commons, where a lone maintenance drone cleaned up the
shattered remains of crayons strewn across the wooden floor.  I shook my
head quietly, thinking that having two three-year-olds in the Castle at
the same time was almost too much for one cranky Shardik to have to bear
in the morning, but I do love them with all my heart.  All the Castle
children are wonderful, and they always have been.
     We passed the bright yellow door to Dave's room, across the hall
from the door that opens up on Rainy and Richard's old bedroom, and
reached my home.  The door opened easily and I said, "Hi, Dave!"
     "Evening, Ken, and you too, Miss Walton."
     "Thank you, Dave," she replied politely.
     "Ken, P'nyssa says that she figured you and Karen would want the
evening to yourselves, so she's going to spend the night with the
Narrones."
     I smiled.  "Well," I said, "I hope the three of them have fun."
Inside, though, there was just a twinge of jealousy; not enough to make
me angry or sad; I'm far too old for that kind of nonsense.  Just enough
to acknowledge that after all these years together I still want to be
the most important person in her life, as she is still in mine.
     I turned to Karen and said, "Can I get you anything?"
     She looked up and said, "Water?"
     "Just water?"  She nodded, and I walked into the kitchen to dig out
a bowl appropriate for her.  I figured the large salad bowl would do for
now, but it occurred to me that if I was regularly going to have
Pamthreats as guests I was going to need some appropriate dishware.  "Do
you want a straw?"
     "No, thanks," she said as she dipped her muzzle into the bowl,
slurping up large gouts of water as she drank.  Some splashed over the
side onto the carpet.  "Sorry."
     "S'Okay," I said.  "The Carpet Monster will take care of it."
     "The Carpet Monster?" she said.
     I laughed.  "When Rainy and Richard were growing up, they used to
spill stuff onto the floor all the time.  At the time, we had a much
thinner, flat carpeting that was easier to clean, not this thick shag.
Anyway, I used to tell them that when they spilled things they were
feeding the carpet monster, and when it was fed enough and had grown
enough, it would get hungry, and would come and eat them!"
     She laughed along, then said, "I wish..."
     I walked around and sat down on the floor next to her.  "Wish
what?"
     "I wish I had children.  I mean, I understand now what you meant
back when you told us to wait, to get to know what it meant to be alive
before adding to the world, but I want kids now."
     I smiled and said, "You'll have to choose a father."
     "Oh, I don't know that that will be that hard.  I have a lot of
males pawing over me."  She rubbed her head gently against my chest, and
I reached up to touch her forehead gently, with just the fingertips.
"Ken," she whispered softly.  "I want this to work."
     "I know," I said in the same low voice.  "Me too."
     She looked up, and I kissed her on her black nose softly.  Her
tongue slid out and licked my chin, rough and feline.  I hugged her
close.  "I love you, Karen."
     She chuckled softly, "Love you, too.  And I'm sorry... you do smell
good, at least, when you don't have alcohol on your breath."  I laughed.
      There was a pause, and then I felt an odd bunching of the muscles
in her legs, as if she were about to pounce.  She shoved me down onto my
back and straddled me, standing over me.  "Karen, what..."
     "Shhh..." she growled, rubbing her nose against mine.  "Lie down."
     I did as she said.  I rarely argue with mischievous carnivores.
She stepped back, walking down my supine body.  She turned around over
my legs and sat down, square over my knees.  "Karen, what are you
doing?"
     Instead of a verbal reply, she attacked my sneakers, pulling at the
laces with her teeth, trying to get a good grip and shredding the canvas
somewhat.  She managed to get it free and with a toss of her head threw
it across the room.  She pulled off the sock, tossed it in the same
direction.  Then she went to work on the other foot.  "If you think I'm
going to kiss you after you've eaten my shoes, you've got another thing
coming!" I said.
     "Not your shoes," she growled around the other sneaker as she threw
it, "your feet."
     "What?"
     "Like this," she said, curling around my feet and opening her jaw
wide.  Her breath was hot and humid as her teeth closed, sharp and
delicate, on my right foot.  Her tongue reached out and ran across the
sole of my foot.
     I exploded with laughter.  "No!" I shouted, and she ignored me,
tickling me mercilessly with her variable and soft tongue, making me
shake and scream.  "Karen! Please!" I begged as she dug in further,
shifting her toothy grip a little so her tongue could get at the very
sensitive parts of my arch, between the toes.
     "KARRRREENNNN!!!!" I screamed.  "DAMN YOU!!!!"  I squirmed,
reaching for her, but what I could reach was unticklish.  I had to find
something to distract her!  She shifted feet, working on the other,
which wasn't quite so numb.  "PLEEAAASSSEE!" I screamed, shaking and
trying to kick, but her massive weight effectively held me down.  I was
half-afraid I was going to wake up the whole household.
     Finally she stopped.  Even without stimulus, my giggles went on for
at least a minute, maybe two.  She looked up over herself and smiled
at me.
     I raised myself up on my elbows and looked her in the eye.  "That
was MEAN!" I said.
     "But it was FUN!" she replied, giving my foot a playful lick.  I
groaned in response.  She stood up and walked over so we were face to
face, nuzzling my cheek with her cold nose.  "It wasn't that bad, was
it?"
     My response was to grab her by the shoulders and wrestle her to the
ground, onto her back, straddling her quickly.  She looked up at me as I
said, "There must be something on this side of you that's ticklish!"
     "I wouldn't do that," she said, waving her left forepaw at me, all
four major claws extended.
     "Aw, you wouldn't claw me, Karen.  After all, who would you find to
do this?" I asked, pushing myself back a little and taking one of her
tiny nipples in my mouth and sucking down, gently.  She growled with
pleasure, the sound thrumming through her body and into my groin.  I
smiled, nipping her gently, playing with the tiny bud of flesh with my
tongue and teeth.  Her growls grew into a deep purr.  I pushed back
further, until my butt hit her first pair of rearlegs.  I realized this
wasn't going to work, and said so.
     "Get those big pillows on your couch," Karen said.  I got up off of
her, walked over to the couch and grabbed all of the pillows, not just
the big ones.  I stuffed them under her, making a small cradle of
cushions for her to lie on.  I kneeled next to her and said, "Now what?"
     "Take off your clothes."  I complied, throwing them aside to join
my sneakers.  "Now," she said, "touch me like you did at the tree."
     I smiled, slowly stroking along the length of her body, from her
throat down between her legs to just short of her cunny.  She growled as
I teased her with my fingertips.  I had to sway my whole torso to reach
down between her rearlegs.
     I cuddled up close to her, my knees and thighs pressing against her
middle, feeling her hard pants and deep growls through my skin.  I
leaned over and found a different nipple this time, pressing my chest
against her as I did so.  Her forepaw awkwardly fell on my back and
caressed me slowly, the pads feeling special and new against my skin.
My right hand explored all the way down between her legs, running over
the ruff of fur that surrounded her vulva, trailing down to her anus and
up the base of her tail.  I couldn't reach much beyond a few cents of
the tail, but on the way back, I stopped over her cunny, just as I had
tried this morning in the shower, sliding my index finger past the
criss-crossed fur and sliding into her almost circular vulva, diving
into her and coming back wet.
     I crawled further up onto her body, working my way down her length,
nipping her gently through the fur as I did so.  She growled louder, as
I slid down, between her four rearlegs, in what would have been a
classic '69' position had we been even remotely proportional.
     As it was, when I ran my tongue over her small and swollen cunt,
her head was at least half a meter from my sex.  But I didn't mind- my
attention was on her, and my intent was to make her growl louder.  Her
body underneath me purred like a motorcycle, the fur and vibration
tickling my balls and sending waves of satisfaction through me.  Her
legs shuddered with every lick, and her breathing sped up as I dove into
her cunny, licking and nibbling.  She growled "Get inside me, please,"
as I licked.  I turned to look down the length of her body and said,
"Now?"
     "Now," she said.  "Like this."
     I slid off of her, crawling around to her butt.  I cupped her rump
with both hands, stroking and caressing her.  My erection was more than
ready this time, and I said, "Ready?"
     "Yeah..." she hissed.  I leaned forward, taking my cock in hand to
correct the aim, and slid forward, pressing the head against her vulva.
She growled as I pressed, and when it slid past her lips and home she
let out a roar that must have awoken the rest of the castle.  I leaned
forward, pressing myself against her, wrapping my arms around her middle
again.  She growled, her body arching, twisting in response to my
thrusts.  Her paws quivered as I pounded her, my sex slick with her
Pamthreat juices, the air thick with Pamthreat growls.
     I was pounding harder, my cock feeling like stone, so hard it
almost hurt as it slid into her tightness.  Her size was so great that
even though I was lying atop her, my knees where on the ground,
providing leverage and force.  She had long since stopped purring,
occasionally letting small growls escape her, mewlings almost, and as I
got closer to my orgasm I could see her head whipping back and forth.
     Her mewls got louder and closer together, until they were one long
whimper of pleasure as I kept my steady rhythm, feeling that familiar
rise in my groin, that pressure.  She let out one long peal and followed
it with a loud roar, her body shuddering ever more violently as she
came.
     That did it for me, and I roared out my success as I came inside
her, feeling my cock pulse into her, against the warm and textured walls
of her cunt.
     I collapsed on top of her.  She rolled to her left, unceremoniously
dumping me onto the carpet.  A thought came to my mind as I lay there,
trying to recover, and I giggled.
     "What's... so... funny?" she asked between pants.
     "Here we are," I said into the shag, "Easy pickin's for the Carpet
Monster."
     She laughed, and I laughed along as I crawled up to her head,
kissing her on the forehead.  Her tongue, raspy and hotter than usual,
licked my throat as I did.  "I did good?" I asked.
     "You were wonderful.  Thank you, father."
     I laughed.  "You're very welcome.  Feel up to moving downstairs?"
     "Grrr.... Yeah," she said, groggily rising to her feet.  "If we're
going to take shower," she said.  "I don't like sleeping with this
sticky feeling, and I've still got cotton candy on my paws!"  The last
part came out in this pitiful mewl, and I laughed.
     "Okay, gorgeous.  Let's go clean up."  She led the way down the
gravwell, to the shower and to bed.

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   On writing erotica, and writing in general:  I've got an electronic
thesaurus that I never use.  I rely on Roget's International.  I do use
my SpellChecker, and I always (always, always!) re-read my stories at
least three times before posting them.  The Holt Handbook is too
useful- I hope you didn't throw yours out.  A notebook with character
notes is useful.  And, since I'm writing a serial, a hardcopy of
everything I've written in this series, for continuity checks.  Even in
postscript, it's 247 pages long!
   Remember: Two spaces after a period or question mark.
   Also, dialog is almost never grammatical.  Do your dialog out loud!
Otherwise, are you sure anyone would say it that way?

   Elf !!!
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