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Journal Entry 136 / 0086
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Journal Entry 136 / 0086
I was whistling tunelessly, smiling; It had been a hard day at the
beach, composing hormonal annotes for the latest species I intended to
introduce to the universe.
I grinned to myself, too amused at my own sense of superiority.
Gods! I am so cocky! But how else should a deity feel?
I scowled, again to myself as I had no witnesses. I floated down
the g-tube towards my rooms, worrying that I may beleive my godhead. A
frightening thought. I am easier to kill, they are superior models; I
am just a refit of Ma Nature. And even if my kids do look up on me as
some sort of father figure, I did everything I could to base this place
on the Hogan Social Model.
I pondered the question of does make a god when a single scent
brought a smile to my face and wiped away philosophy.
Ember! Bawr Mahn, M'Bawr, was turning 16 tomorrow, the age when
Felinzi observe silly ceremonies celebrating a 'coming of age.' Silly
because most kids were competent by the age of nine (and judging by the
people who live in my castle, they stay childish for 60 years). Only
Kzin make any real violent deal out of it, but then we are a world of
instant tradition, being such a young society. Basically, it amounts to
a sweet-sixteen party.
Ember's scent grew stronger as I headed down the corridor, even
though her rooms were down towards the other end of the castle. She
might be visiting her mother, or somebody else.
It countinued as I passes Ress' room, which meant... There's only
one door left down this hallway, and it's mine.
The door opened and it was dark inside. I fought down an urge to
assume a combative posture. She was functionally my own grandchild, for
gods' sake! Even if her mother was genetically incompatible with me and
had been born from a tank.
"Ember?" Her scent was strong. She'd been waiting a while. I was
tempted to ask Dave how long she'd been here, and to ask him why he
hadn't called me the moment I'd returned. But the answer to that was
kind of obvious. Ember had been Dave's favorite for a long time, even
before he'd been installed in the castle.
"Father?" She rose from the couch, the term of endearment irking
me a little as she walked over. Her scent wafted over me. She
was...frightened? Apprehensive? Something. She held out her hands, in
a come-hither gesture that did not go with her present behavior. I
walked forward and took her hands.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked. She knows she can't hide
anything from me, anymore than I could from her. She looked up at me,
her tongue flicking out over her nose, a nervous gesture she'd picked up
from her mother.
I raised my eyebrow. "Hmmm?"
She looked away, shy, then turned back. "Ken..." Now I was REALLY
confused. She NEVER called me that.
"Ember, what's bothering you?"
"Tomorrow's my birthday. Tomorrow I won't be a kitten, anymore."
"And you're afraid I'd stop loving you, or change in some way?
That's silly."
She shook her head, a firm NO. "I need to ask you for a special
favor."
"I'd do anything I could for you, you know that."
She paused, then, "Tomorrow, I'll be caiss according to everybody
except... in the most important way. I'll still be a kitten. You told
me a long time ago that the one I gave my kittenin' to should be able to
appreciate it for the gift that it is. That's how you said it, and I
think... you... could appreciate it most."
I looked down at what was to me a very young, very vulnerable girl.
"You mean?"
She nodded. I was momentarily stunned, then I looked at her, and
then I picked her up, gently, one hand under her shoulders, one under
her knees, and walked slowly over to the hole in the floor that leads to
my bedroom. We fell down it, the v-grav systems dropping us gently onto
the bed, and as we landed I positioned myself against her, hold her to
me.
"Ember, are you sure you want to do this?" Her eyes held me
clearly, and she nodded, gently, surely. She wrapped her arms around my
neck, and I kissed her, her cute pink muzzle, and then I move down, and
felt her tongue against mine. I travelled on, nibbling her chin and
feeling her fur against my lips and tongue. I've always liked felinzi,
all fur and playfulness, but this was something else. "Ember?"
"Mrrrr?" She said, a little dreamily, but with a curious tone.
"What do you really want?"
"I want you to love me. I want everything." She leaned into me
and kissed me hard, her rough/soft tongue entering my mouth. She pulled
down, nuzzling my neck, licking and kissing and sometimes threatening
with her sharp teeth. Her paw found my breeches, and undid the clasp.
A small laugh escaped me. "You've learned how to make a man
happy."
She looked at me quizzically. "I'm not inexperrienced, Kenn. I
just saved myselff forr today."
That made me sit up and take pause. "Ember... did you just tell me
that you've been waiting for me for all your years?"
"Uhrrrr... Yeah. I've always wanted you to be my firrst loverr.
Everr since I was... twelve, I guess, is when I firrst thought about
it."
"Ember... I'm touched." Tounched? I was fucking stunned! "But...
why?"
"Why?" she repeated, her fingers still stroking my chest, her claws
out just enough to scratch and tickle. "That's kind of a silly
question. You're paterr, and not just in the usual sense. You werre my
motherr's companion..." (more like she was mine) " ...for so long...
forty yearrs orr so, and you babysat me so many times when I was young.
I grew up arround you, you mean so much to me. You taught me how to tie
a knot, how to read, how to fly a 'cycle! Frrom you I even learrned how
to deal with boys!" Her eyes gleamed beautifully, the light reflecting
off the back of them. "You'rrre the closest thing I have to best
frrriend, and on my birthday I want you to have my best present." And
she grinned a little wildly to herself at her little joke.
I looked up at her, not quite sure what to say. Somewhere, I heard
my rare mechanical clock ticking, and I thought to myself '15 years, 291
days, and how many hours?' But looking at her, her unbearable beauty in
her assymmetrical black and white fur, so unlike either of her parents,
the black trailing down the white between her ears. Whatever Gods there
truly are had had a hand in her making, she is so adorably beautiful. I
wanted her.
I reached up, my hands finding her cloak-pin, and I undid it.
Wherever she'd been earlier today, it had been raining, the cloak was
still damp. But, like most felinzi, underneath it she was naked, and
the pattern of her fur continued in a mottling that was almost a parody
of tiger stripes, but wasn't, not really. Her tail occasionally flicked
over my legs, then back, more nervousness.
Her hands undid my shirt, pushing it back over my shoulders, and
then I moved to help her take it off. She started to pull on my
breeches, and I let her remove them, and we cast aside our clothes and
stopped in the dim light and we looked at each other.
I smiled a little, at the absurdity of myself, my gawky human
frame, even though in the best of human condition, as I compared myself
to the lithe, sleek power contained in her furry little body. She
smiled back, and then she pushed me back, kissing me furiously, her
mouth then moving, exploring my throat once more, and I was sure that
this was what we both wanted. Her tongue raked across my nipples, and
her sharp catteeth heightened my sensitivity with their threats. I
growled, and she purred back, and all the while her tail, probably
through no thought of her own, tickled my balls.
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