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. That is still 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.
And watching her move, just move, is one of the most pleasant
experiences I can think of; her thin, yet well-built figure, with it’s
thick golden fur and expressive tail are proof to me that I did a good
job with her and her folk. And I never, ever thought that the
Domesticus muzzle could convey so much emotion. I still haven’t
decided if digitigrade was a good decision for a humanoid form.
“You’rre a verry lonely perrson, arren’t you?” she asked, looking at
me. She had stretched out on the ratty old blanket 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 sloughed 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 is. 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 first recoiled in
surprise, but when she realized that yes, this was what we wanted, she
returned my lust and her muzzle licked my mouth 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 ten 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 on top 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.” 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 on top of 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, firing my
seed 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 and 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 be angry, I smiled, laughed.