Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica Path: utzoo!telly!erotica From: halcyon!elf@sumax.seattleu.edu (Elf Sternberg) Subject: Journal Entry 136 / 0086 (The Kittenin') Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Date: Mon, 11 Feb 91 06:43:58 GMT Approved: erotica@telly.on.ca Message-ID: Sender: erotica@telly.on.ca (Evan Leibovitch - moderator) 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. -- Mail rec.arts.erotica submissions to erotica@telly.on.ca. Most software will automatically mail your postings to that address.