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Planetfall: Homespace
Erwer, Urim 23, 1028
The Incredible Thirty Hour Party had just entered its twentieth hour
when I finally got free of my assignments and started making my way down
to the forward flight lounge, now filled with all manner of sentient
beings. I didn't expect to find any of the primary flight crew there;
David, Kathy, Tasha and all of them would be sleeping right now, trying
to shake off the effects of the first six hours of the Thirty Hours so
that they would be in the kind of shape needed to take the ship out of
hyperspace at the end of the last six hours.

As I walked in, I was struck by a wall of noise, an incredible blast of
conversation and music. "Kenny!" I was immediately attack-hugged from
the right by Trianna, only to be followed on the other side by Lindsay.
Dao surrounded me, Olivia managed to be underfoot, and finally P'nyssa
parted the crowd and handed me a party horn. "Happy Voyage, beloved,"
she said.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. "Protect me from all
these miscreants!" I said.

She laughed and wrapped her tentacle around my arm, placing her head
against my shoulder. "They're not miscreants, Ken."

Lindsay approached, Olivia in front of her. "Yeah, really. We love you,
Ken. You've somehow managed to touch all our lives," Lindsay said. Her
hands reached down and mussed my hair. "You managed to spread yourself
very thin, and yet keep all of our attentions."

"And taught a few lessons," Dao said.

"No, I didn't do that," I said. "You did that, Dao." I looked up at
Olivia. "And you did that. You were looking for answers to questions you
had. Maybe you didn't know how to word them properly, but they were
there. I did nothing new, nothing really important. Don't attach any
importance to me. I'm just this person, you know? A little older, and I
know where to find the answers to the kinds of questions you all had,
and sometimes I know how to word the answers so that they make sense." I
smiled. "It's my technique for getting beautiful, wonderful, talented
people into bed. They think I'm some guru." I laughed. "I'm just a
library hound, really."

"Garbage," Lindsay said. I looked up into her eyes (an act that, if I
keep doing it is, is going to giving me a permanent crick!). "Ken, there
are 2000 people on this ship, and if any one of them managed to change
the life of any other, they should both be happy for their roles. You...
you changed the lives of more than a dozen people, and that's not even
counting saving the lives of 37 very grateful Han." Her hand caressed my
cheek as tears started streaming from my eyes. "Don't fight it."

"But... But I don't do anything special, Lindsay. I'm a geneticist,
that's what I do. That's where I work to change the universe. Other than
that, I'm just another person."

P'nyssa wrapped her tens around me. "I think she's trying to say that
she knows that, Ken. We know you're just another person. Nobody's
putting you on a pedestal. AIs only know how often you've stood someone
up, ignored their calls and mail, avoided going forward with someone who
cared for you because you're not quite brave enough to tell them you
don't have room for them in your life." She nodded her head. "I know
some of it. I know how much you want to spread yourself, and how
sometimes you hurt yourself and someone else in the process."

Lindsay nodded. "But what you do, Ken, is tell the truth in a language
that the person listening understands."

"Lindsay," I said, swallowing my tears and at least a little of my ego
with it, "You do it too. Forget what Sarah says; without you, I could
never talk to other Han quite the same way. I... I need you to do that
translation for me. You've taken the trouble to understand both halves.
I can't think of a way to thank you for that."

"You don't have to."

I smiled. Somehow, the frustration I felt at my sheer inability to be
part of her life, forever, welled up within me and I buried my face in
P'nyssa shoulder, crying. It took a long time to get out and I don't
know where it all came from. I was surrounded by a crowd of friends and
lovers who wrapped themselves around me in a tight knot and held me.
P'nyssa and Lindsay and Olivia and Dao and Trianna all around me,
holding me. I looked up as the tears started to ease, and I looked
around. "I love all of you, and that's so... weak."

"No, it isn't," Lindsay said. "It says everything perfectly."

P'nyssa slowly eased me aside and wrapped her tens around me. "You've
managed to do it again."

I nodded, grinning sadly. "Did I hurt anyone this time?"

P'nyssa peaked around my shoulder and looked into the crowd. "I don't
think so. I think for once you managed to get away with it."

I laughed. "I guess I'm getting better."

"Or you're managing to pick the right kind of people." She kissed my
cheek softly. "By the way, I really want to thank you for Lindsay. She's
everything you could hope for in a... what did you call them?"

"Species friend," I said. "Liaison? Representative? Friend is really
important to me. Why are you thanking me?"

P'nyssa shook her head. "Because when you introduced her to me, it was
the first time I'd looked at a Han and not thought about height, weight,
biology, physiology. I thought, 'Here is someone Ken loves.' And, you're
my *coimelin*. That made me take a long, hard look at her." She nodded.
"She's special. They're all special. Some are confused, some are even a
little racist, some are falling headfirst into Pendorian culture and
loving every minute of it. But... she's got a good head on her
shoulders. She wants to know, she wants to learn. She wants a good world
for her children. And she knows what's valuable and what's not. And she
think you're valuable."

I sighed. "I'm glad you all think so."

"We'll never stop thinking so," she said.

Eventually, my mood lifted. Even sadness is hard to hold onto for long.
Out of habit my hand slid down her thighs and up the high slit of her
skirt, which wasn't designed to hide anything anyway. "Ken?"

"Yes, love?"

"Would you like to sneak off into one of these rooms and..."

"Do the wild thing?"

She giggled. "Yeah. Do the wild thing."

"I'd love to." I took her hand and led her down to the SDisk outside the
door. Like kids, we ran laughing to our bedroom. We both tumbled onto
the bed and hands and mittens sought out clothing and tossed it aside.
She tossed aside my cuffs and I ditched her lovely white bowtie. We
didn't even bother with the buttons on our blouses, but just pulled them
up over our heads before falling onto the bed, hands seeking out the
familiar pleasures.

It hard for me to describe just how much I love and adore P'nyssa. I
love the soft swell of her belly, the soft floppiness of her breasts,
the soft curls of her hair. Why did I ever give Tindals hair? They're a
furry species! But still in P'nyssa's case it was wonderful to stroke
and hold and caress. We kissed, and I loved the soft touch of her tongue
against mine, the hot warmth of her breath, the warm press of her body.
Her tens slithered around me, sliding on her layer of blue fur, and she
pulled me close as I pulled her close. Her breasts pressed against my
chest and I dipped down to kiss her nipple. The one I attended to grew
hard under my lips. "Ooohh," she sighed. "You and Aaden are the most
important men in my life, and, Ken, I absolutely wouldn't have it any
other way."

"And you're the most important fem in my life, P'nyssa. I don't see why
that should ever change."

We turned over in bed, and she kissed my throat, working her way down my
chest and kissing my nipples, making me shiver and growl. "Gods,
P'nyssa, I love when you do that."

"You always have." Her mittens tugged on the buttons that held my pants
closed, pulling open the flap of my pants. My cock sprang out, eager and
enthusiastic. She stroked my cock with her hands, sending more shivers
down my spine. "Well, well, well," she said. "My, Ken, what a hard dick
you've got tonight."

"All the better to fuck you with, my love."

"Is that all you want?" she giggled, winking.

"You have a better suggestion?"

"Yeah," she growled, her voice low and throaty. "Fuck me in the ass."

"Are you serious?"

She reached down and began tugging on the zipper of her own pants. She
pulled them down and threw them aside. "Would you refuse this ass?" she
asked, turning around and wiggling it at me.

"Not in a million years." I quickly got behind her as she bent over,
jutting her ass high into the air, her legs spread far apart to put my
cock level with her tight little asshole. I grabbed the bottle that
stood by the bedstand and poured some into my palm, then lubricated my
erection. I poured some of the liquid into the crease of her butt, then
slowly eased a finger into her tight little hole. She let go with a
small whimper as my finger probed deeper and deeper into her until my
finger was sunk deep into her rectum and I could feel the grip of her
sphincter around the base. I slid it around in slow, careful strokes,
feeling the moist bore of her asshole against my fingertip as I tried to
loosen her up.

She squirmed against my touch. "Come on, Ken. Get inside me."

I slipped my finger out of her hole and took my place behind her to
replace it with my cock. "Ready?"

"Yes. Just... go slow."

I pressed the head of my erection against her tiny hole. She whimpered,
one short "Mmmph... ah!" as the head of my cock slid past her anus and
into her hot, little ass. "More?" I asked.

She nodded, her head pressed against the pillow. I put my hands on her
hips and pulled, slowly easing my cock into her asshole until the skin
of my thighs was warmed by the touch of hers. She groaned softly as my
cock burrowed its way into her almost virginal asshole. As I rested
there, giving her time to relax, I murmured, "We don't do this often
enough."

"If we did it more often," she gasped, "You'd get used to it and I
wouldn't have anything to keep you around!"

"I have plenty of other reasons to stay around!" I grinned. "Besides,
this way you stay tight all the way down." I slowly pulled out of her
butthole, watching my cock emerge from her butt, fascinated by the sight
of it. Then I slid back into her. "Getting better?"

"Mmm-hmm," she murmured.

"Good," I said. Her silky insides stroked over the entire length of my
cock with every slow thrust; I couldn't imagine getting enough of her,
ever, not like this. She grunted softly on every downstroke, and on each
withdrawal I felt her asshole gripping at my skin, pulling me in, trying
to keep me buried inside her body. I ran my hands lovingly over her
gorgeous, round asscheeks, squeezing the hot, soft flesh in my palms.
Looking down, my cock rocked in and out of her grasping anus, a soft
cone of flesh flexing back and forth with the motion of my cock.

I wasn't going to last long; the very idea of being so deep within my
beloved's ass turned me on enough that I was going to explode at any
second. I stroked her back, feeling her luscious fur sliding under my
fingertips, trying to stave off orgasm as I felt it winding tighter
within my belly. It didn't help. With a "Yes!" my orgasm flew down my
spine and out through my cock. I felt a helpless wave of intense,
indescribable pleasure slam through me as I shot a stream of come up
into her grasping asshole. I had to hold onto her gorgeous ass for dear
life or fall off the bed in oblivion.

She slid forward, pulling my cock out of her and sending signals of
painful intensity up my cock and into my brain. "Whew," she said as she
lay down on her back.

"Yeah," I said. "How do you feel?"

"Well... fucked." She grinned, and I chuckled along, sliding my hand up
to fondle her breasts again. "And tired."

"Tired?" I teased, then yawned at the mere hint of it. "I guess that's
what beds are for." I looked around. We had mussed up the sheets a
little bit, but they were still clean enough, especially after tossing
the coverlet aside. "Do you want to take a nap?"

"You've been on duty all day, haven't you?" I nodded. "So have I. I
think a nap would be fine."

"Lance? Wake us up at D-minus-2 hours, would you?"

"I'll do that," the AI replied calmly. P'nyssa tossed me a small towel
and I wiped myself off as well as I could. She cuddled up against me,
her hand on my chest. She lay on my arm in just the right way; my hand
could cup one cheek of her butt perfectly from this angle. Eventually
she'd have to move off, or the reduced circulation in the arm she was
lying on would become painful. We knew this; after centuries of lying
together, we knew everything about each other. And I felt perfect about
that.

"I love you, Nyss."

She nodded her head slowly. "I love you, too, Ken. I always will."

            *            *            *

Somewhere, a bell was ringing. "DING! DING! DING! Wake up!"

Cursing, I looked up at the ceiling. "I'm awake, Lance!"

"I know," the AI replied. "But you did ask me to remind you. And now
that you are awake, may I suggest that you shower before presenting
yourself to the crowd outside? Surely they would like you to smell
better than you do now."

"Wha?" P'nyssa asked, raising her head.

"Shower time. And the party's just getting into high gear." She turned
over onto her back, grumbling. I enjoyed watching her, but my sense of
responsibility took over. I kissed her nipple. "Come on."

"All right," she groaned. "We only got five hours."

"It'll have to do. We can get more after the party." I stood up and
headed into the shower. Under the warm water, I closed my eyes and
teetered on the brink of sleep again, but I remembered to find soap and
clean off my body, especially my cock. P'nyssa joined me eventually and
I helped wash her as well. She moaned softly as my hands caressed her
back, then shivered as I washed her butt. "A little sore?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm," she sighed. "You guys have calluses after all these years."

"No, we're just used to it." We rinsed off and dried off, then dressed
and headed back to the party. As we re-entered, the sound washed over us
again. "I'm going to get something to drink," P'nyssa said.

"Do that. I'll mingle." She nodded and stepped away. I found Lindsay and
Olivia sitting together, holding each other and staring out the window.
"Hi," I said.

"Ken!" she said, waving. "You came back."

"I needed a nap."

"We understand," she said. "Less than sixty minutes left."

"Scared, Lindsay?"

She nodded. "I've read all the literature and I've learned the language
some, but... it's not real to me. I'm re-entering a universe my
grandparents left because they didn't think it was worthy of them."

"It wasn't. Their value of worth was unique to them. I hope it's
changed. I think Rheinhardt and Greaves would approve of the choice you
made, Lindsay. They chose life over death, children over barrenness. I
gave you that choice again, and you took it." I placed my hand on her
shoulder. "I hope it's the right choice."

"I think it is." She smiled at me. "I think I've got a world for Maia to
grow up in."

"I think so too-- eep!" I felt a hand sliding up between my thighs, and
turned around to see who my groper was. "Tails!"

He grinned. "Sorry, Ken. I just wanted you to know I was still around."

"Excuse me," I said, holding my hand up to Lindsay and Olivia. I turned
and hugged Tails tightly. "I'm going to miss you, dude."

He chuckled. "I'm going to miss you too, Ken. Don't forget me when we
land, huh? Remember me the next time you throw a party."

I kissed him. He kissed me back. "I won't forget you. How could I forget
these two tails and the gorgeous butt underneath them?" I held him close
and felt a solid lump rub against my own. I slid my hand down his butt.
"Nishipo," I whispered, calling him by his real name, "You're a little
excited."

"I keep thinkin' I could get you into bed one last time."

I grinned. "There's a simaculae next door."

"Is it in use?"

"Probably." I closed my eyes and asked Lance if it was.

*Yes,* Lance replied. *As an orgy pit. Feel free to join.*

I chuckled. "Nishipo, if you don't mind putting on a public display, the
simaculae is just what we're looking for." I explained.

"Let's go," he laughed.

"Excuse us," I said to Lindsay and Olivia. "We're off..." I tried to
think of a good excuse.

"To fuck like rabbits, yes," Olivia said. "We're coming to watch."

Tails' grinned. "Come on, then!" The four of us made our way out. The
crowd parted at the oncoming Lindsay; Han stand out in a crowd, being
even taller than most Centaurs. The door opened and the four of us
tumbled out into the hall, and we walked into the Simaculae.

The noise was less than the party. So was the lighting; it was
relatively dim. But bodies were slithering and sliding back and forth,
moans and groans of rhythmic lust coming from curious corners. Olivia
shrank back a little from the crowd. "Olivia?" Lindsay asked.

"Sorry," she said. "I... I'm not used to this kind of sight. It's...
fascinating."

Tails grabbed my hand and led me down into the pit. It literally was a
pit, or perhaps more like a cone. The bottom was flat, but for three
meters it curiously sloped, like stairs leading downwards, but where
stairs have sharp verticals these were sloped at forty-five degrees, and
all heavily padded. In the center a small firepit burned, casting light
about the room and beautifully organic shadows upon the walls.

We fell upon each other eagerly. I did want him, one more time.
Hopefully not the last time, but perhaps the last time for a long time
to come. We tore each others' clothes off. Where I had worn stuff
appropriate to a party, he had worn his ship uniform. His boots and
pants came off easily while we struggled with my own. Finally naked, we
tumbled onto the floor, he above me. "Gods, you're gorgeous," I gasped.

"And you, sir, are just the sexiest creature on board!" His hard cock
pressed against my groin, but I wanted to feel his cock in my throat. It
had been too long since I had tasted his come. I crawled down between
his legs until his cock dangled before my eyes. I attacked it like it
was a well in the desert, a source of life and pleasure. He groaned
aloud as I slid my mouth up the length of his shaft. "Easy, Ken, easy!"

I slowed down a little. I tasted his gorgeous cock with my tongue,
swashing over it to taste it. I wanted to feel ever centimeter of it and
remember the texture of it afterwards. I wanted to suck up every mil of
sweat on his balls. He groaned as I pitched my head back and forth,
reach up to grasp his tails by their base and hold in, pulling myself up
to suck harder.

"Oh, so that's what you want?" he grinned. He rose off me and turned
around, his head in my crotch as his cock against slid into my mouth.
But this time, he had control. His cock fucked my mouth, greedily taking
his pleasure from my sucking. His mouth surrounded my cock as he sucked
me. We formed a circle of manhood, sucking each other, mouth to cock to
mouth to cock and around again. He was hot. Better yet, since I had
started this he was closer to coming.

"Ken, I think I'm gonna... gonna..."

Yes! His cock shot a hot stream of thick, almost gummy come into my
mouth. In the hot lust I felt it only fed my desire. I rolled the salty
mess around in my mouth, swallowing it down as if it were the nectar of
Heaven.

His head was bobbing on my crotch, trying to get me to come. I stopped
him and pushed him to the side. He fell onto his side in an ungainly
tangle of arms and legs and tails. I grabbed his tails by their base
again and pushed his legs up to his chest. "Ready?" I asked.

"I'm ready," he said.

"Good!" I was gentle with him, like I was with P'nyssa. I pressed my
saliva-slick cock against his asshole and pressed inwards. And
experienced asshole, he flexed it just enough to let me slide in, then
tightened down as my hips pressed against his butt. "How's that?"

"Sweet," he sighed.

"Good!" I started to fuck him gently, rocking back and forth on my
knees, stroking my cock in and out of his asshole, taking him gently and
surely. He had his eyes closed, his back slightly twisted so he could
just lie and enjoy the sensation of being fucked slowly and lovingly by
someone he trusted. At least, that's what I would have been doing had
our positions been reversed.

My second orgasm took a long time to build. There was something special
in being able to just fuck him, to just stroke in and out of his sweet
asshole with my hard cock, and watch the people around me enjoying
themselves in all sorts of poses and positions. Occasionally, an
ecstatic shout of joy would erupt from some couple or collection of
bodies.

He looked up at me. "You're taking long," he mentioned.

"Getting to be too much?"

"Don't think so. Could use some lube," he said. Fortunately, Olivia has
good hearing, because I saw her wave to me, then toss me a small plastic
bottle. I caught it in flight and just dripped it onto my pistoning
cock, allowing the motion to carry the slick liquid into Tails' body and
make our lovemaking a little more gentle.

My cock moved easily in and out of his body, thanks to the lube. He
tightened down with his hole and milked my cock as I made love to him. I
started to feel the familiar tingle of my climax. I was getting close,
or so I thought.

But just as I reached that point of no return, it subsided. Then
returned. Then subsided. I gripped his hip and held him, just watching
his eyes flutter as he shuddered at my gentle attack on his prostate.
Finally, thought, the tension returned, and I felt it building within
me. This time my fucking his beautiful ass and asshole took me over the
edge and I came inside him, gasping softly.

We separated, and Olivia was kind enough to toss me a towel. I handed it
to Tails so he could use it first, and he cleaned himself off. Then I
used it for myself. We sat, not speaking, just smiling and kissing
gently. "I will miss you," I said.

"I'll miss you, too, Ken. Good luck. It's going to be a busy century."

"Tell me about it," I growled. We kissed again, then slowly stood up.
"Now where did you toss my shoes?"

Lindsay pointed them, then came over and hugged me. "It's funny, but I
thought men were, well... a little more mean to each other than that."

I pulled Tails into my arms. "Usually I am. Aaden and I can vary between
than kind of gentleness and the sort of brutality that would make you
think he was killing me." I grinned. "With Nishipo, though..."

"I just like it gentle." He kissed my cheek. "And Ken does gentle very
well."

"Yeah, sometimes." I grinned.

A soft chime rang overhead. "Attention. Ten minutes to transit and
departure from hyperspace on my mark. Ten minutes... mark!"

We dressed hurriedly, watching the clock. Running, the four of us piled
into the other room, where revelers were waiting, anticipating the
moment to come. We watched the clock counting down. For some of us, this
was the end of a journey. For others, just the beginning. For me, it was
both. The moment I got home Alpha would be running full steam ahead;
from the terraforming equipment, now millennia dormant, lying in her
monstrous vehicle bays that would be dedicated to the creation of
Terra's new ringworld, to the hundred genetanks that would, someday,
give rebirth to a species a millennium in wait.

The clock ticked down, minute by minute. People held their breath. Then
the clock hit 00:10. "Ten!" people chanted. "Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!
Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" The windows blinked, glowed for a moment,
and then resolved into the view of a star, several hours away even with
Corrane. People still held their breath. Over the speakers we heard,
"This is the *Nyano Handele* calling llerkin Free Space Control. Do you
copy?"

There was a short pause, then, "Copy, *Nyano Handele*, this is llerkin
Free Space Control. You are on our scopes at six light- hours solar, 86
degrees off from llerkin-4. Welcome home, *Nyano Handele.*"

That's when we cheered.

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