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Overextended
Erwer, Narnya 23, 1032
I came storming off the Sdisk only to be met by one of the attendants
stationed in the center room for just such an occasion as this. "Where
is she?" I growled at him.

Taken aback by my anger, he swallowed before replying. "Psi, fifth
floor, Intensive Care."

"I know where it is." I started walking in that direction.

"Sir, I have to accompany you."

I didn't pause. "Then come on." I stepped onto one of the internal
Sdisks. It took me to the admitting section of the ICU. I ignored the
nurse who was shouting at me. My path was suddenly blocked by a large
Uncia wearing the uniform of the Psi Guard who stood over me with a
grimace and said, "Sir. I'm afraid you're going to have to calm down
before you go any further."

"Are you standing in my way?" I asked him.

"Yes, Sir, I am. In your current state you would only make matters
worse. Neither you nor I are supposed to have any Psi whatsoever, but I
can already tell you are angry. And anyone with a shred of Psi is going
to know that the moment you walk by. Your coimelin is being looked after
by the best doctors we have. Rhysling is in there right now with her and
is doing the best he can. You will calm down before I let you go any
further."

My anger flared instead, but then finally I realized the wisdom of his
words and it slipped away like water. "You're right. Damn. How did this
happen?"

"We had a trauma case come in-- a low-level hoverbus with tourists was
struck from the side by a vehicle travelling at high speed," the
attendant, a Felinzi, responded to my question. "We think it was a case
of joyriders buzzing the bus and not looking out where they were going.
In any case, we have four fatalities, including the two in the other
vehicle, so far. The bus itself was very seriously damaged and we had
many injuries come in. We're used to trauma here, but so many at once
was overwhelming. P'nyssa did triage and had managed to sort out all the
incoming, or so we had thought. A child was found in the wreckage later
and brought in, and she gave it a T1. We don't know what happened after
that. We know that she tried to locate a surgeon and was told that the
delay could be as many as five minutes. She must have tried to save the
child herself."

"Where was N'nance?" I asked, my anger returning.

"I don't know."

"I'm here, now," said the familiar voice of an old friend.

"So," I asked, turning on him. "Where the fuck were you?"

"I was in surgery with another patient."

"You're her powerpath "

"I'm also a powerpath and when another surgeon tells me he needs me, I
go."

"Leaving her behind?"

"When she says she won't need me, yes! Do you really think I'd leave
someone I love that much alone like that?"

My jaw fell open. I stopped, closed my eyes, swallowed. "Oh, Gods,
Nance, I'm sorry. I... crap."

He put his hand on my shoulder. "I've gone through the
self-recriminations already, Ken, don't let's go through it again. She's
your coimelin, I know. And she knows how I feel. And she loves me too.
Just not as much as she does you." He let me go. "Rhys will get her
through this. It's what he does." In his eyes I could see the pain of
his own guilt and self-doubt. "Let him--"

"Ringdamn one of my best students goes and overextends herself like this
and... Hi, Ken." The voice was Rhysling's.

"Hi, Rhys. How is she?"

"She's been better. She saved that child's life, though." He smiled.
"She'll be fine. But she's to go home, and all three of you-- you, you,
and your other coimelin-- are to take good care of her for at least
three weeks. She's off. Nurse, make a note of that. She is locked out."

"Yes, doctor."

He turned back to Nance and I. "Now, you two, go see her. She's sleeping
right now, so don't wake her up. When she comes around I'm sending her
home."

Nance and I walked back into the ICU and found her, lying in a hospital
bed. She looked so dazed, so helpless like that, on her side, vespine
drones hovering about pointing probes at her. They gave us room.

I reached out and touched her forehead. She didn't respond.

Nance took my place, and he smiled. "She'll be okay." She stirred
slightly at his touch, and I felt my own touch of irrational jealousy
that he could do that for her and I could not. Together, P'nyssa and
Nance could save lives with incredible, ineffable power. Separately,
they were weak and limited, and their relationship, like mine with
Tylia, was outside the woven core of Kennet-P'nyssa-Aaden, never a
threat to it. But unlike my other friendships, and unlike Aaden's,
P'nyssa-and-Nance has survived centuries with its intimate core intact.

I envied them that.

            *            *            *

P'nyssa came home a few hours later, escorted by the tall Uncia nurse
who had unapologetically blocked my way into Psi ICU. "I can walk on my
own, dammit," she swore as I rushed to help her and led her back into
our home. Aaden and Nance were there, waiting as well, and we guided her
to her favorite chair, where she sighed and settled back, tentacles
draped over its wooden arms. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Nance said. "You did what you thought was important. And you
saved that kid."

She smiled. "I guess I did."

"How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted," she admitted. "I slept seven hours in the ICU they tell me
but I still feel tired."

"I've been reading up on what overextension does. I'm not surprised that
you feel that way."

She looked up at the three of us and smiled, then laughed. "Will you
stop hovering over me? I'm fine!"

"No, you're not," Aaden said. "You are 'exhausted', as you said.
P'nyssa, I'm not going to let you wring a confession of love out of me
only to have you kill yourself afterwards."

"But..."

"No, Nyss. It's the middle of the night. I'm going to fix you a simple
meal of your favorite soup and then we are sending you to bed."

            *            *            *

I awoke sometime shortly after dawn. My eyes had that heavy, leaden
feeling, as if they were somehow more solid than eyes should have been,
a sure sign that I didn't get enough sleep in the night. I looked about
our bedroom and had a funny feeling, a premonition of sorts, that
P'nyssa's overextension, the war on Llerkin, and all sorts of other
factors were slowly adding up to a change of sorts, a maturity in which
plain organics like myself and my friends were going to be the
exceptions rather than the rules.

The sensation seemed to pass. I crept out of bed and floated up through
the grav tube into the living room where Nance was asleep on the couch.
He didn't have to sleep here, his own home is just on the other side of
the Castle, a three-minute walk.

He's such a pretty boy. Tawny, almost even, but with hints of gold among
the brown across his back and the lighter tan on his belly and the backs
of his hands. His feline muzzle is more pronounced than most, giving him
a feral look. My first impression upon meeting him many years back was a
combination of prissy and aloof, but among friends he is neither. He
also makes my gaydar go off, but he's absolutely straight. Pity, that.
Really.

I sat and sipped tea, waiting for the rest of the household to awaken.
They did, slowly, P'nyssa last, which was unusual but expected, given
her condition. She had a hollow-eyed look that bothered me as she
shambled into the kitchen. "Nyss?"

"I can't.... " She looked up. "I can't feel you."

Nance reached out and touched her shoulder, and she reacted as if he'd
shocked her, flailing backwards. "Did you feel that?" he asked.

"Yes!" she said. "I didn't... I can't feel Ken or Aaden."

"It'll come back. Rhys said it would."

"What if it doesn't?" P'nyssa said. Her voice was calming. "I'm sorry I
almost hit you, Nance."

"It's okay," he said. "But it will come back. I've been doing research
on overextensions. That's why I fell asleep on the couch. OE's don't do
damage. They can deplete you such that you become comatose for a short
period of time, and there's a recovery period, but there's never been a
noticeable loss of Psi because of it."

"Never?"

"Never," Nance confirmed. I knew he wasn't lying. P'nyssa would do her
own research after this and find out for herself. She would want to know
what possibilities there were in her doing an overextension again.

"Okay." Her shoulders sagged. "It just feels so weird. Like that one
time I got a splinter in my eye and Jayp had to numb the eye to take it
out. Half my senses are missing. It really bothers me. I'm used to
walking through the house and knowing where everyone is and how they're
feeling on some ordinary level. None of that is there. I feel like I'm
floating on a little island in space."

"I can understand that," Nance said gently. He reached out with one
hand, and watching P'nyssa's face light up when he grasped her was
blinding-- and raised my envy again. I shook my head to clear it. This
was silly. "The power still flows," he said.

"It does." She reached out with her other mitten for my hand, and I
accepted it. "It's there," she said, smiling at me. "From you, too.
Just... such a little whisper." She let go of both our hands and reached
out with a tentacle for Aaden's hand. He took it. "And from you."

"The capacity is still there," Aaden said. "Nance is right. You'll be
well again, Nyss. Just give it time."

She nodded. "I don't want to give it time. I want to be a doctor again."

"Rhys told us you're locked out of Cutters for three weeks," I said.

"What?" she said

Nance nodded. "That's how long it'll take for you to be back to your
moderate capabilities without me."

She nodded, her eyes tired and empty as she stared out over the mug
Aaden had pressed into her mitten. Her gaze looked out over the ocean
and into the hot summer day, barely a cloud in the sky, a few sailboats
visible in the distance. It was a terrible contrast with her own
appearance, so cold and alone. She sipped her drink, then put it down.
"The doors are all closed. You've got environmental controls on."

"A storm swept through last night. We didn't want the changes to wake
you or anything like that. Dave closed us up," I said.

She nodded. "That's very thoughtful of you but, I think, I'd rather have
the doors open and the summer in my home."

"Your wish is my command," Dave said gently. I didn't hear the fans go
off, but it was hard to miss the doors opening and the blast of wet
summer heat that followed. I quickly shed the housecoat I was wearing
and was down to passable shorts in quick order. P'nyssa's smile was weak
but real, and I was grateful to see it.

She spent the day doing what she normally does when she's "on vacation";
reading up on the techniques and technologies that she might have missed
recently. She seemed to be the same fem I had lived with for all these
centuries-- a little slower than usual, a little more tired than she
should be, but essentially whole. I gave her her favorite lunch, an
egg-salad sandwich on some home-made bread, and let her work through the
rest of the day. If it kept her mind off her injury and on to her
healing, then I was doing what I intended to do. I called Tylia and
Aanji on Alpha and told them not to expect me for a while, then made
another loaf of bread.

By the end of the day she'd worked her way through four papers, made
more notes than was healthy, sent off half a dozen letters asking for
qualifications, and generally made use of herself even without her
much-vaunted telepathy. She stood up and stretched, and I watched,
amused but happy. "What?" she said.

"You're the sexiest fem in the whole universe," I said.

"You don't believe that," she said, toning her voice down as she walked
over to me. She knelt next to my big, comfortable chair and said, "You
don't believe that at all."

"Oh, but I do." I reached out to stroke her chin, my hand sliding up her
cheek to carress her behind her ears.

She pressed her head against my hand and sighed, contentedly. "I can
just barely feel you," she said. "In my head. The place where you live
is just like tiny echoes now."

"They'll get stronger. Nance said they would. There's never been a loss
of telepathy from over-extension recorded."

"I'd hate to be the first."

I slid off the chair and joined her on the floor. I tried to pull her to
me to kiss her, but we lost out balance and fell to the floor, her on
top of me. "Whoops," I said.

"You always do that," she giggled.

"I love you," I told her.

"I love you too," she said. I pulled her down for a kiss. She gave it
willingly. We were on the floor like that when Aaden and Nance came
home. Aaden held a canvas bag in one hand.

"I see your injuries aren't slowing you down in one important way,"
Aaden said.

"Not likely," I said. "I think she's okay."

P'nyssa straightened herself up and pushed her long black curls out of
her face. "I'll be okay when Rhys says I'm back up to my full
sensitivity and power and you guys let me get back to work." She stood
up and helped me off the floor. "What have you got there?"

"Clams and mussels," Aaden said. "Anyone up for steamed clams with
garlic and melted butter?"

P'nyssa's eyes lit up. "Oh, Aaden, that's so sweet of you to think of
that. I'd love some."

"Good. Ken make bread?"

I pointed to the top of the counter where the bowl was resting. "It
should probably go in soon."

"Get to work," Aaden said.

"Yes, sir."

"What can I do?" Nance said.

Aaden looked left and right as if looking for something. Then his eyes
fixated on P'nyssa and said, "See to her every need. Keep her out of the
kitchen."

"I can do that," Nance said, grinning madly.

I shoved the dough into the oven and then set about making a salad dish
of sorts. I looked up and across the room, and saw P'nyssa in Nance's
arms, her eyes closed, the smile on her face so content and happy that
my jealously returned. I know P'nyssa isn't tempted, but I do ache
sometimes to know that she can only get from others what I cannot give
her. Aaden noticed my pause and followed my gaze. I smiled at him. "I
don't think I've ever had a look on my face that was that happy," I
said.

"Sure you have," he said. He leaned close and said, "I've seen it all
the time. Usually when I have my cock up your ass."

I smiled and kissed his muzzle. What I had intended as a familial peck
became a long, deep kiss that made my toes tap madly inside my slippers
for more. "Better not burn dinner," I said.

"Right," he sighed. "And you're supposed to be taking care of her
tonight."

"I think Nance has that covered."

"He's just using his powerpath talent to let her feel that she's still
'pathic in some sense. She needs reassurance. But she also needs you."

"You, too." Dinner was wonderful. Aaden passed around some white wine
he'd found. I'm not a fan of whites but that was wonderful, whatever it
was. P'nyssa, I think, drank just a little too much. She was giggly by
the time Aaden was offering us a dessert-- egg nog ice cream-- and
laughing at every joke, however bad or badly told.

By the time the table had been cleared away and the couches rendered
from the walls for us to sit down, P'nyssa seemed much calmer than she
had when she had come home that morning. She sat with a glass of wine--
white, in her case, and excessively sweet, a Rheisling I think, curled
up in the couch. I sat across from her, my feet resting against her. She
giggled when I tried to tickle the underside of her foot with my toes.
"You know I'm not ticklish," she said.

"I keep hoping that switch will flip and you'll be ticklish some
morning."

"It'll never happen," she assured me.

"You never know what your brain will do," Nance said.

"I do," I said.

P'nyssa said, "That's only because you've chosen-- with your brain-- to
make sure you know what your brain is up to. That doesn't mean that some
weird event couldn't make you change your mind. I mean, even if you're
backed up somewhere, what happens if you choose not to restore from
backup after some life-changing event?"

I shrugged. "I guess we'll make that decision when we come to it." I
smiled at her, my foot creeping up her thigh and sneaking under her
bathrobe.

"Is that a hint?" she asked.

"It might be," I said. "You're supposed to have our undivided attention
for the next couple of weeks. I'm offering you a guarantee that for, at
least a few minutes, you'll have it without qualifications."

P'nyssa's face creased with consternation. "You're the only person I
know who can make sex sound like work!"

"A joyous undertaking," I insisted, pushing off the arm of the couch to
reach her and kiss her in reassurance. "Hardly a grim task."

"Hmph," she said, then kissed me back. "Besides, what if you had both
Nance and I as dedicated, helpful attendees?"

She glanced over at Nance. He said, "I'd peel grapes for you, Nyss."

"Mmm," she said. "Such heroics."

"Would you prefer that we didn't go to such lengths in the interest of
our favorite patient?"

"Aaden?" P'nyssa asked.

"I have a date."

"Of course," P'nyssa said. "Have fun."

"I will," he said, rising from his chair and grabbing his coat. "I love
you, P'nyssa."

"Love you, too, you lug." Aaden waved on his way out the door, leaving
Nance and I alone with her.

Nance rolled out of his chair and crossed the floor with all the grace
only a Felinzi can manange, even on all fours, and curled up next to
her, his head against the back of her mitten. "When you touch me," he
said, "I can feel the pull. I know you're there. I know you're there
like nobody else, Nyss. I don't believe you're going to be damaged from
this. I really don't."

She pulled her mitten free and stroked his head, making his ears flicker
gently against her palms while she touched them. Whatever she was doing
made him squirm, then gasp. "Still there," he moaned.

"Yes," she said. She glanced over at me, then tilted her head in a
come-hither gesture. I leaned down and kissed her, hard, her tongue
matching mine in the perfect ballet that we had mastered over the many,
many years-- centuries-- that we had had together.

I let her go. "Are you really intersted in this? In your shape? We seem
to be heading to the three of us in bed, doing things to you."

She nodded. "Yes. I ''feel'' the two of you. Yes, even you' although you
say you don't feel anythig. And I need this. I need to know that I still
feel, you know, the other thing, even without the telepathy."

Nance and I took her mittens and gently helped her to her feet. Without
another word, the two of us pulled off the thick white bathrobe. It fell
to the floor with a sigh and P'nyssa stood up, looking as wonderful
today as she did a thousand years ago. Her breasts were still large and
firm, her shoulders strong. Only her eyes betrayed the centuries behind
her, slow in their paitence and concentration. Nance and I each led her
to the bedroom and to bed.

There, she and I fell upon one another, kissing gently. Nance crawled
into bed beside us and began stroking her body with his hands, following
and ocassionally colliding with mine. My feelings changed from concern
to desire as I looked down the indigo blue length of her body to her
mound, highlighted as it was in an irregular ellipse of white fur.
"Would you like me to eat you?" I said.

"You can do whatever you like."

"What I like is ''you''." I slid down the length of the bed to between
her legs, where her neatly trimmed cunt waited for me. She was still a
bit dry as I slipped my tongue between her labia, but that was okay. I
knew that soon enough she'd be soaking wet and climaxing hard.

I flicked my tongue over her clit, licking her gently at first. I worry
sometimes that the reliable methods are also boring, that we've done
this ten thousand times and she's tired of it, but she never says she is
and I know I'm not. I licked at her until I felt her wetness grow a
little, then slipped two fingers up into her cunt. The warm walls of her
body gripped at my fingers, the strong opening clamping down as waves
growing pleasure swept through her. I heard slupring sounds and looked
up to see her sucking on Nance's handsome cock, his balls hanging back
and forth with each stroke. Her eyes were close as she tried to
concentrate on two things at the same time.

I doubled my efforts, paying more attention to her clit, licking her all
over. There are few things I find more pleasureable than licking pussy--
the smell, the closeness of it, the surety that I'm going to drive the
girl mad with pleasure. Being so close to such a vulnerable, special
part of her anatomy-- with my teeth no less.

P'nyssa's cunt kept tightening and relaxing about my fingers even as I
stroked her insides, playing with her cervix and hunting still for the
elusive points of pleausre within her, when suddenly her whole body
tensed and she came, moaning low, her eyes clamped shut. I licked and
licked, steadily, doing what had got her here in the first place, not
changing until her moans began to die away and she relaxed, spent.

"Mmm, that was good," I said.

She giggled. Nance said, "I think she's supposed to say that." His cock,
now fully aroused from P'nyssa's excellent oral skills, hovered in
mid-air, and I had to remind my self that Nance was effectively straight
and not interested in me at all.

I had my own erection underneath me, painful and ready for P'nyssa. She
looked back and forth between the two of us, then said, "Nance, I want
you inside me."

His eager eyes trailed down the length of her body as she lifted her
legs into the air. She reached down and pulled her labia apart, exposing
herself for him. He positioned himself between her thighs and with one
hand guided himself into her. I lay next to them, watching, wondering if
I would ever understand the intimacy of telepaths. From the outside, it
looked much the same as any other fuck, bodies gently stroking or
powerfully heaving, depending on the mood. But there was something else,
something that even I in my "psychically deaf" state could appreciate.

I enjoyed watching them, my own erection still waiting for its turn,
when P'nyssa said, "I think I want Ken in my ass."

Nance paused, then said, "I should get on the bottom, then?"

"That would work," I said. "Unles you want me to slide in underneath
you, but that would be awkward."

Nance rolled off onto his back, and P'nyssa had soon mounted him, her
ass tempting me now. I ran my hands through the thick fur that covered
her ass and back, taking the bottle of lubricant off the dresser where
we always keep it and slathering the stuff all over my cock. I slipped
one finger up into her ass. She was tight, but in a minute I had two
fingers inside her. Through the thin membrane that separates the vagina
from the anus I could feel the round shape of Nance's cock. I idly
stroked him as I stroked P'nyssa.

She moaned as I replaced my fingers with my cock. "Slowly, slowly."

"I know," I whispered. "Believe me."

"You take it harder than I do," she said. "I've watched you and Aaden."

"I still know..." I slipped the head of my cock against her asshole and
gently, pushed. She moaned softly, and then I was all the way inside
her, up to the hilt, my hips pushed against her butt. We began in slow
motion, each body sliding against the other, skin and fur and fur, all
pressing and moaning. Nance's hands were on P'nyssa's breasts. I could
still feel his cock inside her, next to mine, separated by that thin
tissue.

The slow motion grew faster, acheiving a kind of normal pace. The angle
was awkward but tolerable, and after I found a comfortable angle the
three of us began a strange climb. Both Nance and I were familiar with
P'nyssa in our own way, but those two were working without their usual
connection, and Nance and I were struggling to come to terms with one
another.

Still, as my cock slid in and out of P'nyssa's ass, I couldn't help but
have a jumble of feelings all amplified by the pleasure of her insides,
the overwhelming love I had for her and the feeling that having her in
my life was the most special thing that had ever happened to me. I
stroked her back even as Nance played with her breasts, and suddenly she
moaned. She was coming! She almost never comes from fucking, but she was
now, and it was a loud, powerful climax, stronger than most. I almost
broke my rhythm, but the feel of her coming caused her body to tighten
about my cock, and with a few more strokes I was coming up her ass.
Nance followed right behind.

I slipped out of her to maneuver around to one side, gathering her in my
arms and holding her, sharing her with Nance who took her other side. We
held onto the three of us, and P'nyssa gasped, "Thank you, thank you,
thank you. Both of you. I felt that. I ''felt'' that. I..." She looked
up at Nance. "The magic will return."

He nodded. "Yes, it will."

She smiled. The three of us fell to the bed, P'nyssa in the middle,
recovering. After a few minutes, she said, "I think it's time to clean
up."

"I have taken the liberty of starting a shower," Dave said.

I rolled over and stood up, almost falling backwards as a wave of
exhaustion swept over me. "As thoughtful as always."

"Let's go wash."

Afterwards, Nance and P'nyssa made their goodbyes. It took a while. I
went downstairs to let them have some privacy, and fell asleep while
reading a book. P'nyssa came down a while later and joined me; I
remember stirring as she crept in and whispered in my ear, "I love you."

Within three weeks, her telepathy was measurably the same as it had been
before. Within six, she was back to work.

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