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Subject: Journal Entry 125 / 0090  [ P'nyssa and M'Ress ]
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                           P'nyssa and M'Ress
                                    
Aldea, Narnya 4, 0090

The doorbell chimed faintly, and P'nyssa looked up and said "Come in!"
She was more than a little surprised when M'Ress walked in. She found
her voice. "Hi."

"Hello," M'Ress replied. "Where's Ken?"

"Asleep. What's up?"

"He's needed over at Cutters. Archer wants him there to look at
something."

"Trouble?"

"Doubtful. More... interesting. Archer wants a better geneticist to
look at it, and-"

"Archer doesn't believe anyone is better than he is, with the possible
exception of God," P'nyssa said. "Ken comes close."

"You know better than that," M'Ress said.

P'nyssa smiled. "Yeah, I do at that." She glanced over at the clock on
the oven and said, "Well, he's gotten about six hours. I guess you can
wake him up."

"Why was he up so late?"

"Baby-sitting Donna again."

M'Ress smiled, the crests of her jaw rising behind her muzzle. "You
know, P'nyssa, I'd've never though he would have fallen so head over
heels into grandfatherhood."

"Was he like this with Ember?" P'nyssa asked.

"Not quite. He was much more subdued, much quieter with her. He
baby-sat her, and took care of her, and played with her as she grew
up, even up until her caissioning-" M'Ress smiled at that- "But this
thing with Donna is really unlike him."

"You can go wake him, if you want," P'nyssa said, walking out from
behind the kitchen counter. M'Ress walked over to the g-tube and
jumped down into it, falling slowly into the bedroom. P'nyssa
followed.

I should add that at this point, I really was quite sound asleep and
totally unaware that P'nyssa and M'Ress were having this conversation.
Dave played it back for me afterwards.

"How should we do this?" P'nyssa asked, still slightly uncomfortable
being in the same room with the female she had replaced as my
roommate. It had been only last year when M'Ress had walked up to her
and said, "Look, you're sleeping with him a lot more often than I am,
why don't you take my apartment and I'll move to one of the rooms
further down? I'm going to need room eventually anyway."

An impish smile worked it's way into M'Ress expression, and she said,
"I've always wanted to see if this was true," as she started to unbelt
her pants.

"What are you doing?" P'nyssa hissed.

"Watch," M'Ress whispered back, peeling out of her silk pants and
dropping them on the floor. I, still unconscious, was lying on my
back, mouth wide open, with just a small trail of drool leading down
my cheek, at least that's what M'Ress told me afterwards. She
carefully knelt down onto the bed, trying not to disturb me too much,
which wasn't hard as the bed had a pretty firm gelatin mattress. She
eased her way up the bed and straddled my face. P'nyssa walked around
the bed and whispered, "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing," M'Ress replied. "Ken once told me that his sense of smell
is so strong that this should wake him up without my even having to
touch him." She spread her legs a little further, so that the tawny
fur of her pubic region was a mere centimeter from my face.

I don't remember the dream I was having, but I do remember its being
invaded by this scent, this wonderful smell filling my nostrils and
invading the very cells of my brain, this scent that wasn't human and
carried none of the human pheromones, yet was very strongly and
distinctly sexy, female, and familiar. I rose to consciousness
quickly, that smell driving me wild. I yawned as I came to, and as I
did so I stretched and felt something furry against my cheek. I opened
my eyes to see M'Ress staring right down at me, her gorgeous golden
fur shining in the morning sunlight. "Good morning?" I asked.

"I wanted to see to it that you got a good breakfast," M'Ress intoned.
I laughed and gave her cunt a playful lick; may as well, it was right
there in front of me. She purred. "Do that again." So I gave her
another playful lick. She reached down and put one paw over my head
and down the back. Lifting my head to her cunt as she lowered herself,
she said, "Now you've excited me, Ken, may as well finish me off."

Still not entirely coherent, I needed no urging on that account,
diving in and licking her pulsing little clitoris with all the
enthusiasm I could muster, suckling and caressing her with my tongue.
"P'nyssa," I heard her say. "Why don't you attend to him?" I felt a
paw, definitely M'Ress's (it had fingers), trail over my cock through
the sheets, and I heard her say "He seems to be ready."

The sheets were pulled back, and the cool air of the room whisked over
my body, only to be replaced by the warm and furry sensation of
P'nyssa lying down between my legs and taking my cock between her
lips.

I sucked on M'Ress's clit a little harder, just the way she liked it,
biting it softly with my canines as I drove her closer. "That's it,
oh, that's it!" she screamed as she came, her wet cunt gaping and
closing around my tongue as she came.

She rose from over my head and said, "You weren't lying."

I tapped P'nyssa on the head gently, and she looked up at me from
under her hair, my cock in her mouth. I shook my head, saying, "Not
now, please. I gotta use the bathroom, bad." She smiled and backed
off, but the expression on her face had been so forlorn for a moment I
had to stifle a laugh. I ran into the bathroom and emptied my bladder,
having a Hell of time aiming with my dick, as hard as it was. I found
my robe and headed out.

"What's this all about?" I asked.

"Archer wants to see you. Some kind of viral code he's found. Way
outside my field."

I nodded. "Have I got time for a shower?"

M'Ress shrugged. "May as well. Can I join you?"

"Nyss?" I asked.

"Huh?" she said, looking up.

"Do you want to join us in the shower?"

She looked at M'Ress, than back at me and said, "Can I?"

"P'nyssa," I said, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I just don't feel comfortable with M'Ress here."

"What?" M'Ress said. "Why not?"

"Because... well because you were his... lover for a long time, and I
feel sometimes when I see you like I kicked you out. I mean, I know
you don't like me."

"What do you mean, I don't like you? Of course I do."

"No, you don't. You even said so. You said that I was the bitchiest
person you'd ever met."

M'Ress's expression became very apologetic. "P'nyssa, when I first met
you, you WERE the bitchiest person I'd ever met. But then, for
Shardik's Castle, you were the bitchiest person anyone here had ever
met. But you've changed. You've been living here for nine years, and
you've been okay. Ken accepts you, I accept you. Hell, even Paul
thinks you're a great person. And it is nice to have a healer in the
house. Now, will you please join us in the shower?"

P'nyssa nodded. The three of us walked into the shower (which is big
enough to hold a small orgy, or two Centaurs, whichever is larger),
and I adjusted the temperature and surreptitiously slid the drain
valve to the closed position, so that the shower chamber would fill.
To the top and overflow, if I let it.

"Nyss," M'Ress said, handing her the soap bottle, "wash me. I know you
like fems and I'd like you to... touch me."

P'nyssa look at me and I just nodded. I sat down on the tiled bench
and watched as she took a large mittenfull of soap and pressed it to
Ress's chest, slowly smoothing into her fur. It was rather pleasant to
watch those two, the dark-blue Tindal and the soft-gold Felinzi, as
P'nyssa slowly massaged the soap under Ress's fur, gently caressing
her breasts. When it came time do her back rather than turn her around
P'nyssa pulled M'Ress closer to her, hugging her, and rubbed her back
by reaching around. From the look on Ress's face, the closed eyes and
contented smile, P'nyssa appeared to be doing a good job.

And P'nyssa looked like she was enjoying herself, as a smile slowly
appeared on her face as she directed M'Ress to sit down on the bench
next to me. In the steaming heat of the shower she knelt at our feet
and slowly worked the soap into Ress's legs, gently massaging as she
worked her way down. I leaned over and kissed M'Ress on the muzzle,
and she turned to me, her tongue darting out into my mouth. I accepted
it as the old friend it was, closing with her and returning the
complement, feeling her sharp catteeth with my tongue. My hand was on
my cock and I was slowly stroking myself when I felt something warm
drip onto my crotch; I turned to see P'nyssa holding the soap bottle.
She shooed my hand away and took my cock in her mitten, slowly
stroking back and forth.

"P'nyssa," M'Ress breathed. "I heard about your little modification to
the shower. Gimme."

P'nyssa smiled and rose, her mitt still around my cock, and grabbed
the shower head with the micro-transporter receiver off it's mounting,
handing it to M'Ress. Ress dialed the shower massage and aimed it at
her cunt. P'nyssa pushed her hair out of the way and moved over
slightly to my left, out of range of the scatter from the massager as
M'Ress fumbled with the setting. Nyss and I exchanged secret smiles; I
remember her learning that most of the settings on the damned thing
are far too strong to start out with.

She settled back to the floor and continued stroking my cock; I was
getting splashed gently from Ress's backblast, but most of my
concentration was on my dick as P'nyssa slowly beat me closer and
closer to orgasm. M'Ress leaned against me for support, one leg high
on the bench, the other draped across mine, the sound of the shower
massage slowly getting stronger as she dialed ever more intense
pressure.

My own pressure was getting even stronger, P'nyssa smile broadening as
she knew my climax was getting closer. Ress let out a loud growl, her
body shuddering next to mine as the muscles in my legs tightened with
the tension, the pressure of the moment. P'nyssa wrapped both mittens
around my cock and became very insistent, holding my cock tightly and
sliding up and down more swift than ever. I was overcome as the
pressure let loose, a loud shout through clenched teeth as I came, my
semen shooting out in white jets and falling onto P'nyssa's fur, white
pearls among the blue.

I shook my head and looked down at her, then noticed that M'Ress was
still going strong, the shower almost up to full pressure, the force
of the stream visibly dimpling the flesh of her cunt as she howled in
pleasure, her body shaking violently, her claws flexing as she came
yet again.

She dropped the showerhead, and it rolled out of control across the
floor of the shower, the stream hitting me square in the face as it
did; I sputtered in outrage as P'nyssa got it under control and put it
back on the wall where it began. "You okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I said, finally realizing how silly I must have looked and
laughing.

"Sorry," M'Ress said.

"S'okay, Ress," I said. I reached down and picked up the soap bottle
from the floor. "But, just for that, you have to wash my come from
Nyss's pelt."

M'ress looked at me apologetically, took the bottle and said "I think
I can handle that."

P'nyssa just smiled. I think we were going to get along just fine. It
only annoys me that it took a year to reach this point.

  _________________________________________________________________
                                   
Journal Entry 125 / 0090
"_P'nyssa and M'Ress_"
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