| Hiding In New Hampshire
Journal Entry 218 / 00164
Seren, Narquel 07, 00164
September 29, 2048
I sat down in the driver's seat of the car painfully, laying my head
against the steering wheel. "Oh, rings, have I got a headache."
"I take it we lost?" K'meh asked.
"By a lot," I mumbled, still unmoving. I thought about it for a moment.
"Still, that's not a bad thing... As a species, they're immature when
it comes to their own collective reproductive destiny. It's probably
for the best that they have more time to think about the offer."
She smiled. "You think they're immature. They think you're imperial and
fascist, you know."
"I know," I said, sitting back in my chair, patting the letter from
Professor King, still in my pocket, which echoed my thoughts exactly. I
punched the radio to the Pendor Embassy in Geneva. "Hera?"
"I'm here, Ken. Whatcha need?"
"Clearance to ORD-US."
"I'll put it through. You'll want customs?"
"As per," I said.
There was a delay of several minutes until Hera said "Done," and I
lifted the small four-person vehicle into the air and we set off across
the Atlantic, doing Mach 3 for most of it. We arrived in Chicago three
hours later. My passport identified me as a junior staff member of the
Pendorian Embassy To The United Nations. Customs treated us as such.
As I pulled out onto the freeway, K'meh laughed sharply. "They never
knew who you were!"
"Illusionware is great, isn't it?" I said, smiling and considering my
course of action. I plotted a course to New Hampshire and settled back
for the long drive, letting the computer drive. I closed my eyes and
tried to sleep. But K'meh interrupted me. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Depends," I sighed, not opening my eyes.
"Why do you want to buy Earth?"
I opened my eyes and looked at her, smiling. "Because I think it's
I turned my head to look at her, also watching the beautiful scenery
go by outside. It had been literal centuries since I had been free to
drive along a U.S. Interstate, especially in the northeast where the
terrain flows and ebbs like water frozen in a strobe photograph. "Terran
Humans have spent a relatively short part of their existence figuring out
how to get off their own world. But in the eight thousand years since
they figured out how to iconify their communication, the most powerful
among them have created enormous, wonderful monuments to themselves,
their gods, their people, their ideals. I want to preserve that. I
think that, in the human crush, a lot of those wondrous testaments to
how they got from being hunter-gatherers to citizens of the stars will
be destroyed. It's time they got off their rotten little mudball, and
turned their eyes towards honoring the drive that got them there."
She smiled and leaned over, kissing my cheek. "You would do that with
Terra... " She was silent for a moment. "But, be honest. When we meet
another interstellar species, will you make the same offer?"
I closed my eyes. "I don't know. I really don't. I'd like to think that
I will. There's something special about Terra, although nobody else must
She sighed; I couldn't see the expression on her face, but I assumed it
was something of a smile. "Ken," she said quietly, "It's not a surprise
that you love Terra. It is the world of your birth."
She was right, of course. It bothered me that it was that obvious,
but then I had asked that my pilot and security companion (I smiled at
that word, 'companion'; she had become more than that over the course
of the trip) be one of the best, and the best security people are by
nature observant. K'meh had so far proven to be observant in everything
she did. She was also excruciatingly dedicated to her job. I told her
that if the time ever came for her to be my body shield, that she was
to ignore orders and let me take the damn bullet; I regarded myself as
no more important than she.
I dozed on the trip until the chime in the car alerted me that we were
approaching our destination. I took manual control, easing the car off
the Interstate for another hour-long drive through gently rolling hills
and green forested lands after nightfall. We passed a sign reading
"Clarke's Lake Recreation Area," and I looked around, waiting to see a
sign for lodging available. After nearly two centuries of self-imposed
isolation from Terran culture, my knowledge of how things were done
around here hadn't become as rusty as I had feared. A 'VACANCY' sign
presented itself, and I turned into the parking lot, banking the fusion
plant down and turning off the major electric systems. The motor came
to a soft whine-down.
The door opened easily enough as I stepped out, groaning at even so short
a trip as the past four hours, mentally dreading the 120-hour trip back
home in the Kangas, a week from now. I had two days free before I had
to return to New York, and then again to Geneva, and I fully intended
to spend at least one day here, in the middle of nowhere.
Finding the innkeeper was no easy task; it was, after all, three in
the morning here, and the innkeeper was sound asleep. He was an elderly
gentleman, and encountering him reminded me painfully of Victoria for
a moment. "What can I do for you?" he asked sleepily. I found myself
stifling my amusement at his pajamas.
"I need a room for two. Two nights. Until Sunday morning."
He smiled that mischievous smile all merchants seem to get when they've
got some sort of windfall on their hands. I was willing to be a windfall
for this man; after all, it was only money. He said, "Well, sure I can
do that. I'm afraid that I only got one room left, and it's a triple
with a kitchen."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means it's got a small second bed, a 'fridge, and a stove. The bed's
for children an' all. You got any kids with you?"
"Nope," I said. "Just me and Meh."
"May, eh?" he said, smiling. "That's a pretty name. She a pretty girl?"
"I think so," I said, smiling in kind. He returned my grin by widening
his, handed over the keys. "Thirty nine dollars," he announced,
punching it up on a small personal computer. Like most Americans, he
rather pointedly avoided calling it the "u-dollar." "How you gonna pay
for that?" he asked.
"Cash do? I can do in advance, if you like."
"I'd appreciate that. Let me put the deposit in the bank before the
weekend." I thought about that, curious. Most banks had been never-close
affairs on Terra for nearly fifty years. It was either his age or
an eccentric bank talking. Then again, Clarkesburg was in the middle
of rural New Hampshire, as close to the Middle Of Nowhere as you can
get; that's why I'd come here. Maybe his bank really was closed for
the weekend. Couldn't he use a bank machine? A deposit box? It didn't
matter. I considered how I was to proceed, pulled out a small leather
folder in which I normally kept my embassy identification papers (more
an affectation for the locals... it was the AI who maintained security
at our embassies) and pulled out two twenty unified-dollar bills and
handed them over. "You can keep the one. Consider it a deposit on the
key," I said, remembering a time when getting a motel room had meant
paranoia of a kind. Maybe it still did.
I took the keys and returned to the car, finding an empty parking space.
We grabbed our flight packs from the back seats and found our room. I
opened the door and followed K'meh in, closing and latching the door
behind us and snapping the air conditioner on. The room was warm when we
entered, but the air from the 'conditioner was positively cryogenic. It
wouldn't be long before we would need the covers. I smiled at the thought.
Even Geneva had been unbelievably warm for summertime, and the idea of
having independent control over my own heating and cooling again appealed
to me. I was amazed at how such a small thing as being able to turn the
air conditioner on myself pleased me.
I laughed at the thoughts whirling in my head and turned to look at
K'meh, who had collapsed onto the large double bed and was staring up
at the ceiling. "Hey," I said, "All we've done all day is sit in the car."
"I'm dead," she said.
I walked over to where she lay on the bed, her legs dangling over the
side. Her arms were relaxed at her sides, her eyes were closed. I reached
down for the small flap of stiff cloth that covered over and concealed
the zipper, grabbed it and tugged downwards, opening her flight suit from
throat to crotch. She didn't even move as I pulled the two sides apart,
exposing her to the cooling air. Her nipples responded to the
cooler air, crinkling slightly and pointing upwards towards the ceiling.
"Mmrrrr?" she asked, not opening her eyes in the slightest.
"Are you really that tired?"
Her paw came up and, in the quiet dark of the motel room, with her
eyes closed, she felt her way up my chest to my shoulder. "Not tired,
but stiff. I could use a bath."
I nodded, looking down at her soft body with it's well-trimmed and
cared-for fur. "Don't let me stop you," I said.
"I'm not," she said tiredly. "I just don't want to move to do it."
I laughed loudly. "Tell you what," I said. "I'll go start your bath, and
while you're in it I'll go get some supplies. What do you say to that?"
"I say it sounds wonderful. I like my baths..."
"Cool, I know." I smiled and walked into the bathroom, noting with
satisfaction that the tub was quite large for what I had perceived to be
a rather run-down motel. I started the water running, trying to judge the
temperatures she liked with how much heat the porcelain of the tub would
absorb in the process; it's actually something of a science. I laughed
at the silliness of my thoughts and watched the tub fill up. When it was
about two-thirds full, I walked back into the living room and pulled K'meh
into a sitting position. "You want me to get up now, don't you?" she said,
peering up at me with one eye open.
"You wanted a bath. Go take," I said, pointing towards the bathroom. She
rose with a groan and disappeared through the open door. I rummaged about
in her bag for her soap and for a fur-trap; I was quite certain the motel
showers didn't come with one as standard equipment. She smiled tiredly
as I dropped them by the tub; I gave her a kiss on the muzzle, pulled
my jacket back on and left the motel room, locking the door behind me.
I looked up at the night sky as I drove down the road, grateful to a
species that had finally collected its wits and decided that grey was not
the color the sky was meant to be. I found a small convenience store,
helmed at this time of night by a lovely Caucasian femHuman who
was occupying her mostly-free time by watching the television. Still,
she didn't seem to resent the fact that I'd intruded on her private
little world. "Whatcha watching?" I asked as I walked in, hoping my
accent wouldn't give me away.
"News right now," she said. She was chewing gum.
"Anything exciting?" I asked.
"A few things," she offered. "They decided not to sell Earth to Pendor."
"Do you think that's a good thing or not?" I shouted from back behind a
stand of paper cartons filled with preprocessed unleavened bread products,
most of which were artificially colored and flavored. The ones that
weren't proudly attested to that fact.
"I don't see why they didn't," she replied, her voice rising and falling
in an unconscious cadence. "I mean, it's only real estate, and what
they're offering is hellacious, y'know?"
"I guess," I said. I looked over the limited selection and picked up a
loaf of whole-wheat bread, a tin of peanut butter, some packaged meats,
a few other things. Although part of me craved it, I avoided the sugared
products as much as I could; I knew this would keep K'meh and I going
for a while, but we're still Pendorii, and we both needed more food than
the average human. Sugar would only confuse our systems.
"You know what?" she said, looking at me as I walked up the aisle.
"What?" I asked, smiling.
"You look a lot like him." She began ringing up my purchase on a cash
register that had to be than she was. Still, it had a card slot,
so I handed my covert copy over. "Stephen Ryan Embers," she read aloud.
"Guess you aren't Ken Shardik."
I laughed. "You know how often I get told that?"
"Well, you do look a lot like him!" she said, laughing back.
"I know. It's annoying." I gave her my best smile. She smiled back;
I took a small string bag out a jacket pocket and put my purchases
into it, giving her a friendly wave. As the door was closed on creaky,
ancient springs, I heard her shout "Hey!"
I poked my head back in. "Huh?" I asked.
"Do you know 'Ryan' is a sexy name?"
I smiled. "Yeah, I've been told that. G'night!" I eased back out into
the cool New Hampshire night and drove back to the motel.
I opened the door quietly; K'meh stirred only enough to register that
it was me, a 'friendly,' and she was unconscious again. I put most of
the food into the refrigerator and joined her.
When morning came, I stirred in bed, finding her lying on her side,
facing away from me. I snuggled up against her under the covers and
draped my arm over her side. She shifted, groaning softly before lifting
her head. "What time is it?" she said.
"About two hours after dawn," I said.
"That late?" she asked, picking her head up to scan the room suddenly.
I put my hand to the side of her head and pushed it down to the pillow
"It's not that late," I said. "We're on recreation, remember? We're not
supposed to move until at least 3 lome', remember?"
She laughed and settled back down, giving my arm a brief, acknowledging
hug between her arm and her body. I was playing gently with the fur
between her breasts, sliding my fingers along the fur, feeling the
texture and resiliency of her with my hands. She purred softly
as I touched her here and there, sliding my palm along her curves. She
grabbed my hand with hers suddenly and closed her hand around it, holding
my fist within hers, tightly. She slid away, turning to face me. "So,"
she smiled, "What are we going to do with our spare hour?"
"Good question," I replied, leaning close to give her a proper, morning
kiss. I wondered how bad my morning breath was; hers wasn't unpleasant
Apparently she didn't think mine all that bad, because she wouldn't let
me get away from it. When I tried to move away, she wrapped her arms
around my shoulders and pulled me on top of her, our tongues wrestling
I'll admit to something-- I sometimes kiss with my eyes open, just to
get a look at faces. K'meh's was lost in abandonment as we kissed, and I
closed my eyes again to lose myself in the sensuality of tongue against
tongue, lips to muzzle, nose to nose, listening to her breathing. She
was a wonderful kisser, and that she indulged me in my desire to kiss
was sheer bliss. Not to mention that it gave me an erection.
But there was something else down at my groin demanding my attention.
"K'meh," I said softly as I backed off, "let me go."
"Aww..." she said.
"K'meh, if you don't let me go, there's going to be a warm, wet feeling
between us, and it won't be love."
There was a moment's look of puzzlement, followed by comprehension. She
let me go, saying "I'll need the head after you." I stood up and walked
into the bathroom, relieving myself. I noted with another kind of relief
that she had remembered to use the furtrap. "Your turn," I said as I
walked back out.
"Thanks," she said, tossing the sheets aside to get out of bed and follow
my lead. She returned two minutes later, smiling. "I feel much better
now," she announced, easing into bed. I seized her shoulder and pulled
her into bed, throwing the covers back over her as I did so; the air
conditioner (why do they call it that? It only cools the air after all)
was still putting out a nearly sub-arctic breeze. She giggled as we rolled
over so that now she was on top of me. We returned to kissing as we had
been before, this time taking it a little more slowly and carefully. She
moaned softly as I caressed her breasts, playing carefully with her
nipples, feeling the flesh around them crinkle in the cooling air of
the motel room.
She gasped softly as I touched her belly; for me, there are few pleasures
more sensual than the fur of a sentient, willing female. And few more
enticing. I avoided her mons to caress her thighs, coming close with
every pass of my hand, but never quite getting there.
I could clearly feel my erection; it took less than a tenth of a second
to register that it was there before my attention returned to my fingers,
and my mouth.
"That feels so good," she sighed as I stroked and petted her gently. "But
there's something we haven't done yet, and I want to see."
"What's that?" I asked, looking up at her.
"Stay where you are. In fact, put your hands behind your back."
I leaned back in bed, against the array of pillows we had, and put my
hands behind my head, lacing my fingers together. "That good enough?" I
"Mm-hmm," she smiled. "Now, just lie still," she said, wrapping her
fingers around my cock and starting to stroke it slowly. "I want to
watch you climax from this."
"From just your hand?" I said, looking into her eyes. She nodded. "I
hope you have strong arms," I said, laughing.
She smiled. "We'll see, won't we?"
She began pumping my cock slowly, sliding the skin up and over the head
and back down. "You know how to do it well," I said, sighing.
Without a reply, she began stroking my cock surely; her fingers were
soft, padded almost as much as an Uncia's paws would be, and she knew
how to keep pace. She also didn't seem to get tired at all, her paw
I started squirming in the bed, trying to encourage my orgasm closer,
without any success; I always take a long time to come when P'nyssa plays
with me this way, and there didn't seem to be any difference with K'meh.
I gasped and tried to lie still, whimpering as my pleasure, and my
frustration, increased. The impulse to have it done and over with was
strong, as was my desire to show her how good it felt, and that impulse
was being translated in the muscles from my calves to my shoulders
straining against the building tension in my groin. I was so close,
so damned close, for so long...
Finally, I came! Better yet, I exploded, shouting out a loud "Yeah!" as I
shot my semen into the air. "Oh, yeah," I gasped again before opening my
eyes to look at her. She was grinning like, well, like a Cheshire Felinzi.
I reached for her, grabbing her behind the neck and pulling us together,
kissing her hard.
She didn't seem to be paying that much attention to the kiss, and soft
whimpers were coming from her throat as I settled back onto the bed. From
her kneeling position she had her left paw between her legs, and I had
a bedside view of her masturbating furiously, her fingers tugging and
sliding over her clitoris with such speed that I wondered it hadn't burned
off from the friction yet. Her body tensed as she threw her head back,
but still didn't stop, pressing the ball of her paw against her groin,
grinding it back and forth and finally she let out a loud gasp and
collapsed forward onto the bed, right next to me, her ass still wildly
pumping into the air, her hand against her still pushing her. I
just watched, amazed, as she put herself through one, and then another
orgasm before finally settling down and holding still.
I laughed softly. "It's supposed to be morning, Mehran. What are you
doing tiring yourself out this early?"
"I'm not tired," she said. "Just sated."
I stroked the top of her head as she lay there, catching her breath. "You
are one incredible fem," I said, smiling.
"As you are an incredible mel," she replied. "Now go get cleaned up;
you didn't wash last night, and honestly Ken, you need a bath."
I nodded and optioned for a shower instead, enjoying the warm water and
the clean feeling once I was out; living with furries I had come to enjoy
the joys of shaking water out of my hair, and I indulged myself here,
being careful to make sure the shower curtain was drawn before doing so.
"So," she said as we dressed. "What are we here for?" On my advice, she
chose to dress in a provocative manner; I took a pair of denim pants
and made them into shorts with a knife. Her was two sizes too
large for her; it draped over her large bosom and hung down her front,
blatantly exposing the tops of her as they swelled through the
bright white fabric.
"Well, you were complaining earlier that humans just saw you as my
fucktoy, and not as a person in your own right. I can't guarantee you
won't get the same treatment here, but I can guarantee that there'll be
more people here of the kind not likely to do that."
"In America?" she asked, surprised.
"Not exactly. This kind of people can be found almost anywhere;
Clarkesburg's just familiar to me as a sort of meeting ground for them,
and it's well isolated. It would take a few hours from realizing we're
here to calling the newsies. Hopefully, we'll get a full day without much
undue attention from the authorities." I found it amusing that I lumped
the information media in with the generic 'authorities.' But they were
nowadays, as far as I was concerned.
"So what kind of people is that?" she asked.
There was a pause while she stared at me, and then a slow smile crossed
her face. "You bastard," she announced.
"Clarkesburg has one of the largest, oldest and most eclectic collections
of games, virtual reality games, and the like to be found anywhere
on Terra. Not to mention a large, clean lake to swim in and a water-based
theme park on the other side of town. There's no way you can't connect
with some of the people here. You'll be more of a than I'm
ever seen as!"
She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'd have to wear some sort of
modesty suit to go swimming, wouldn't I?"
I looked at her carefully. "'Fraid so," I said. "No matter how feline you
look, there's no way to hide the fact that you're a woman, too." I smiled.
"We should be grateful for small favors."
She grinned back at me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "You're wonderful.
And I'm hungry."
No surprise there, I thought. "There's probably a greasy spoon somewhere
up the road; let's walk, it's less than a mile to where the 'action'
is, so to speak."
"Walk... that means I have to..."
"That's right. You and I are going out in public together. That's okay,
I've already been spotted."
"How?" she asked. "When you traveled last night for supplies?"
"Well, the behind the counter told me I looked a lot like Ken
She laughed. "I hope she's not disappointed when she finds out you really
are!" I nodded and opened the door to the motel room, putting the keys
in a zippered pocket of the bulky leather jacket I was wearing. I also
grabbed what identifying papers I would need later. We started down the
graveled road, staying close to each other.
I realized that I was going to regret the jacket later; although it
was a chill New Hampshire morning, complete with overcast sky and fog,
my senses told me that by midday it was going to be a scorcher. And
I was going to have to lug this two-kilo monster with me. Oh, well,
I'd survive the experience.
As we wandered down the road, kicking loose gravel as we did so, she said,
"Uh... Ken? What's a 'greasy spoon?'"
I laughed. "Sorry. It's an expression I used a long long time ago. I'm
not sure what the origin is, but I think you'll have as good a guess as
I do once we get there. Trust me, the food is usually good."
She nodded as I found the place I remembered, a small wooden building,
painted white with trim. Pappa Joe's Kountry Kookin' it said on the
sign, and the little plastic sign, illustrated in black ink, probably
laid with a wide, cloth-tip pen, read "Open ALL THE TIME!" I opened the
door and led her in.
And everything seemed to come to a stop. Not all at once, but slowly,
the entire restaurant ground to a dead halt. The patrons, the waitresses,
finally even the cook looked up to stare at her... and me. Finally,
a waitress came over and said, "Can... can I get you folks a table?"
I smiled, trying to put her at ease. "Sure. Two for breakfast," I said,
holding up two fingers and talking at a 'chatty' pace.
The waitress gave me a sidelong glance; the diner still had not come
back up to speed as she said, "You folks... don't need anything special,
I looked left, then right, my eyebrows raised in amusement only
half-feigned. "Food?" I said.
Finally, the waitress, who had probably been subjected to all kinds of
weirdness in her life, regained her composure enough to guide us to
a table. "Next thing you know," K'meh said, "she'll bring me milk in
I grinned and opened my menu. "What are you looking for, K'meh? Meat?
Carbs? Uh... can you read Anglic?"
"Of course I can read Anglic!" she hissed me. "You mean you haven't
noticed by now?"
"Didn't think to ask," I said. "I think I'm going to have the pancakes."
"Sounds good," she said, "but I want meat." When the waitress returned,
I ordered for both of us. People in place around the room kept staring
at us, some openly, some covertly, but they were all at least stealing
a glance. "You're popular," I observed.
"Must be you," she said.
"I just look like a human. You, dear, are probably the first
alien they've ever had in here. Besides, you have, um, nice attributes."
She smiled as we waited for our meals. "I see what you mean by 'greasy
spoon,'" she observed. Still, by the time we paid our bill (again, with
the 'Embers' card), she had downed half a dozen eggs and two side-orders
of ham, along with four glasses of milk.
As I turned to leave, the waitress said, "Hey." Just like the at
the convenience store did. "Are you really Ken Shardik?"
I turned and smiled, shaking my head. "Actually, no," I said. "We're his
bodyguards." Which was half true. "I get paid to look like him." Which
was also, in an way, half true.
"Uh-huh," the waitress said. I gave her a wave and left her a healthy tip
before we headed out the door and up the road. We spent the next two hours
wandering around somewhat aimlessly; by the time noon had rolled around,
though, the strip that was alight with games had become a noisy,
rollicking center of youthful attention.
That was when K'meh found her niche in the world of Clarkesburg, NH:
a projection-based VR game called F-25 Space Interceptor. There were
already a dozen kids gathered around the thing. I gave her a handful
of tokens and told her to go have fun. She walked right up to the crowd
and said "Is there a line?"
"Yeah, sure," one of the said before turning to look at her. "Holy
shi... Hey, Dickie! Turn around."
K'meh instantly went from trying to get to the center of attention to
being the center of attention. I laughed to myself as she waited her turn
in line (they all wanted to watch her first anyway, but she insisted they
go), finally got in and adjusted everything the way she liked it. "So,
what's the purpose of this game?"
"You have to kill the bad guys?"
"That's it? How's it fly?" Four men, ages eleven to fifteen,
started tripping over themselves to explain it to her. Finally she nodded,
dropped in a few tokens and took off.
Not surprisingly, she did badly. On her first game.
By her third game she was getting the hang of it.
By her sixth game, she was placing eighth in the top ten of the day. There
was an alternate "Top ten of all time" list. She was nowhere near that
but, I reflected, the day was very early.
I checked to make sure my g-cell phone was where I had left it, in my
pocket, and wandered off by myself. I had come here often when I was
younger, about the age of the K'meh was currently entertaining. It
hadn't changed much in seventy years; the amusement center that had been
built out over the lake on pylons had been rebuilt, but the construction
still had that cheery wooden (probably plastic, I reflected) look to it,
covered over in blue-white paint, flat white on the roof. A candy-apple
red trimmed the two open doors, giving the building the look of a clown
if you stood far enough back.
I looked in and around, amazed at the eclectic experiences to be found
among Terra's game collection. Most of these games are a power
trip of one sort or another, I noted, a carefully balanced approach of
exaggerating some human or mechanistic capability, and then finding a
way to interface with that exaggeration via a joystick, buttons, a glove,
a helmet, whatever the control mechanism was for that particular game.
But more interesting to me was watching the children at play with those
machines. Although there were apparent everywhere, it seemed
that games were still the universe of boys. The concept of equal
rights hadn't caught up with the realities of adolescence. I watched a
collection of three clustered around an enclosed and padded circular
pit; a fourth stood in the middle, bright strips of velcro attached
to his wrists, ankles, and a lightweight VR helmet around his head; there
were two other helmets by the machine, apparently more for different size
heads than for any sort of direct confrontation. The fourth kicked and
punched at air, sometimes seemingly head-butting his imaginary opponent;
he never spoke a word aside from a few effort- filled grunts. Twice he
fell down. In general, he looked like an awkward, unseeing idiot.
On the holotank his companions were watching, however, he was transformed
into a martial artist that would put Bruce Lee to shame. (Where in Hell
did I drag that name up from?) It wasn't the accuracy of his kick that was
important, it was the timing; as long as he kicked at the right speed,
his opponent was dead, or at least took damage. The character that was
'him' mowed down his enemies with a violence that I would have found
either cathartic or appalling, depending on the situation.
As I watched others about the room indulging in their favorite forms
of competition, I wondered about the martial artist. In a Terra
that had almost come to grips with its capacity for violence, I wondered
just how intimate one could be with the electronic version of violence
before finding the real version attractive. Especially when he was being
rewarded for his skill at delivering violence with a high score and the
adoration of his fellows.
I shook my head; ultimately it came down to a decision, I knew. I'm very
fond of that thought, that we decide what to do and say. But sometimes
I still wonder how much harder that decision is when we're influenced
by games such as those. Yes, rugby is a more violent game, in that bones
are broken and teeth are knocked out, but in rugby it's still considered
"wrong" to deliberately do those things.
I shook my head; this thinking was getting me nowhere. After all, I could
go back one more level and say that I decide to play such games. That
the market shouldn't tolerate such games, that the producers should
find more productive expressions to put into their machines. I sighed
softly. It would be a long time before anyone really knew the answers.
I walked back outside onto the midway, looking left and right and almost
being run over by rollerskaters before crossing into the open-air but
covered-over arcade, where I'd left K'meh and her small gaggle of fans.
The gaggle had doubled to a mob; there were about twenty people watching
her, at least three of which were adult. They were almost all male,
especially the three I classed as distinctly 'adult'. Probably fathers
watching their sons as an excuse to watch K'meh. I stood with them,
watching intently as she finally turned the machine over at a million
points before climbing out of the cockpit to look around. "Ken!"
"Not bad, Mehran. I see you have an audience."
"Yeah," she said. "This is Bill, and Jerry, and Richard," she said,
pointing out three of the who had been part of the original troop.
"We've been competing."
"Nothin' to it," Jerry said. "She's a hot ace; I can't believe she'd
never played the game before."
"Believe it," I said. "She just flies the real thing in real life."
"You didn't say nothin' about that!" Jerry said accusingly, looking
"You didn't ask," K'meh replied. "Right now I'm playing driver for an
interstellar transport, but usually I like to fly the little twoflits
we have back home."
"Really," K'meh responded.
"Wow. What's it like in space?"
K'meh smiled. "It's long, long periods of intense boredom punctuated by
seconds of sheer terror. Namely, launch and landing. But it's fun. You
think you'll go into space when you're older?"
"I already did," the one she'd identified as 'Richard' said. "With my
parents; it wasn't anything special."
"You didn't say that when you came back," Jerry said, hitting his friend
on the arm. "You were blabbin' for months about how cool it was."
Richard blushed, trapped in his own nonchalance. "Yeah, well..."
"Look," I said, "Can I take my girlfriend over to the waterslides,
like we'd meant to do?" I said.
"She's your girlfriend?" Jerry asked, looking up at me. "Hey, you're
that Ken Shardik guy!"
"Am I?" I said; the adults reacted to that pretty visibly. "Well," I said,
getting down close and whispering conspiratorially, "don't tell anyone."
"Okay," he said. I handed him a few token, a hopeless bribe, and led
K'meh down the midway, laughing. "You seemed to make a few friends back
there," I said.
"They seemed to like me a lot," she said, straightening out her fur idly.
"You're different. You're someone else here, not just another pilot,
not just another Pendorian. I figured I'd drop you into the middle of a
room full of people who know better than to have expectations, and what
do you know? They liked you."
She smiled and leaned over, kissing my cheek. "Thank you." I blushed and
stopped to buy some ice cream from a streetside vendor. We were attracting
stares; more than that, we were attracting followers; people were coming
out of their stores to watch us walk by. When I reached the water slide,
the guy at the booth had to call the manager to okay K'meh's using the
facilities. I could understand that; her fur was something their hardware
was not prepared to handle.
"So what's this like?" she asked.
"It's just a slide. You get up to the top, you get wet and you slide down.
Watch the tunnels." I grabbed my plastic foam mat and headed up the
stairs, watching the water shoot out of hoses and head down the slides.
"We should go change."
"I have to wear those damn things, don't I?"
"You'll knock 'em dead, K'meh." She smiled as we found our sex-specific
bathrooms and I changed into my trunks, she into her one- piece. I had
selected a one-piece for her not because she would look bad in a bikini
(she wouldn't, although maybe she wasn't thin enough for one), but because
it was an easier article of clothing for her to figure out how to put on.
When she came out, she looked lovely. The black suit accentuated the
white fur, and the teardrop-shaped spotting seemed to flow into the suit
at strategic locations on her arms and legs. "I feel silly," she said.
"You look great!" I said. "Come on." We assaulted the stairs together,
and by the time we got to the top she again had the attention of much
of the male population extant. I laughed and dove head-first down a
twisting, curving tube, ignoring any sense of decorum and enjoying myself
thoroughly. When I hit the lake at the bottom, I waited patiently, and
sure enough K'meh came out moments later. I stepped on something cold,
hard, and plastic, and remembered that Clarke's Lake was once spring-fed,
but the spring had been capped to supply the town with water and the
water I was feeling now was being pumped from the spring after treatment.
She was giggling as hard as I was. "Remember to stay in your suit,"
I chided her. "Don't want to shock the locals any more than we already
She laughed, lunged, and dunked me under the water. I came back up
sputtering and splashed at her. Completely forgetting that I was over
200 years old, we played with the abandon of twelve-year-olds. "Come on,
another trip!" I shouted, and she agreed. The next time we took a tube
together, this one with a tunnel.
We rolled about in the water tubes for at least two hours. People were,
if not getting used to it, at least getting over the novelty of having
a Felinzi playing in their park. Children wanted to ride with her;
half the males over the age of thirteen were staring at her so that
I worried about their tongues' tread-factor. There were a few stares
of outright resentment or hatred, but these were few and far between,
and for that I was grateful.
But the peace couldn't last forever. I sighed to see a truck clearly
labeled WUVR New Hampshire, with a big read '7' in a circle, pull up in
the parking lot and a crew get out. "K'meh," I said. "Company."
"What kind?" she asked, going into security officer mode.
"Media. There's only one comfortable way out of this park, and that's
"What's the plan?"
"We're close enough to depend on remote control." I dug in my pocket
for my communicator, grateful for the convention that dictated the damn
thing had to be waterproof. "Hera?"
"I need my car in the parking lot of my present edifice. Can do?"
There was a pause of a few seconds. "You've got light cloud cover, so
I can't get reliable satellite coverage in your location. But I know
where you are, and I think I can manage."
"Ten minutes, Terran."
"Thanks, Hera," I said, putting the radio away. We stayed in the lake,
eyeing the newsies closely. The one with the kept pointing it in
our direction, and I earnestly wished for a way to short it out at range
that didn't involve gunfire. Oh, well. The car arrived well before ten
minutes, and I said "Let's get going."
She nodded. We retreated into the dressing rooms, still under the watchful
eye of the newsies. Inside, I dressed quickly and stepped out, waiting
for K'meh. She was out a few seconds later. "Ready?" I asked.
"When you are," she said.
I nodded and we headed for the gate; once through we started walking
toward the car when the newscrew hurried over to us. "Vatare' Shardik!"
the femHuman newscaster shouted.
I turned around; I now had a good feel for how I was going to handle
this encounter, and that was... angrily. "Miss... ?"
"Miss Steppford. Vatare', in my language, mean 'Father' and is used
strictly in a biological sense, unlike your own origin for 'father,'
'dominus,' which also means 'master,' which is why 'Father' has come
to mean something else to those of your species who still believe in
mythologies. Now, to answer your next question, I came to Clarkesburg to
relax, something I am now not capable of with your sudden intrusion. My
companion is my security officer and bodyguard. If you have any questions
regarding the negotiations in Geneva, I suggest you contact our Foreign
Office in Washington or New York. If you're going to ask am I upset by
the lost vote, my answer is 'No.' That will be all." I smiled, turned and
walked over to the car, which K'meh had already slid behind the wheel of,
and got in. We drove off, leaving the newsies behind.
When we got back to the motel, I had the color scheme on the car change
to white, then we hustled back into the motel room, slamming the door
shut behind us and sighed.
She looked up at me, an angry grimace crossing her face, which immediately
softened into a smile, followed by a giggle. "I can't STAND those people!"
she shouted, lunging across the room to hug me, hauling me down onto the
bed. We giggled together; her fur was still wet underneath and the water
was soaking through her T-shirt. "You should get dryer," I laughed softly.
"I don't want to! Let's get you wet instead," she purred.
"Males don't get wet that way, K'meh."
She pulled the off and tossed it aside. "You'll get wet if I rub
my wet fur all over you," she said playfully, proceeding to do just that.
"Ack! K'meh! Stop that!" I shouted, wiping the wet fur and water away
from my face. I have to admit, having this beautiful fem rub herself
against me was definitely turning me on; even through my own clothes
I could feel her stiffening nipples against me, her pressed
between us. I reached up and wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling
her to me and kissing her muzzle.
She was hotter this time than in the morning; her body panted and
shuddered just from the kisses, as I slid my hand up one leg of her very
short cutoffs and against her vulva. She moaned softly as I touched and
probed her cunny, feeling at least one spot on her body that was still
warm while being wet.
Her hands were not idle, either. She reached down and stroked my erection
through the pants I was wearing; every rough rub brushed the material
against my cock, approaching but never quite reaching a pain threshold. I
moaned back against her mouth, our tongues wrestling.
I broke the kiss and slid down her body quickly, tugging aside the
material of her shorts to lick at her cunt. The scent was wonderful,
tainted even as it was with the chlorine embedded in her fur from the
waterslides. It's like trying to describe the scent of a rose; I love
it, but I can't say why. It was a clean, sweet, delicious scent that
encouraged me to press my mouth against her completely, sliding my
tongue against the slippery pink flesh.
She moaned and lay down on the bed, her hands one-by-one opening the
buttons that held her shorts closed. "I'll have to stop to get those off,"
"Then stop now; I won't let you later," she gasped. I pushed myself
up and helped her off with the shorts. I slid back between her legs,
taking a long look at her cunt. She had short, dense but not thick,
strands of pubic fur covering her vulva, and I brushed these away with
the side of my hand as I slid down and licked along the length with my
tongue. She gasped loudly. "Oh..."
I didn't say a word as I pressed my lips and tongue against her cunt. Her
body shuddered repeatedly under my oral caresses. I love a responsive
partner, and K'meh responded wonderfully. Her legs would sometimes
tremble, and when I would shift from an up-down to a circular motion
with my tongue, she would suddenly moan loud for a moment, and moan again
when I would shift back, or shift to a side-to-side motion, after a time.
Peeking up along the length of her body, I could see her hands grabbing
the blankets of the bed and twisting the material, grabbing reflexively
against the cloth. She began to make a high-pitched growling noise,
almost a feline keening, and then suddenly broke out in a loud and violent
"Meeeeeyooowwwwlll!" as she gasped and twisted, almost trying to escape
After a few moments and a few caressing, cool-down licks, I looked up
the length of her body to see her muzzle pointed ceilingward, her chest
heaving as she lay and caught her breath. "Meow?" I said gently. "That's
the first time I've ever heard you meow." I smiled.
She raised her head, gave me what might have been an angry stare if she
didn't seem so disoriented, then dropped it back onto the bed. The pillow
made a soft 'poof!' sound.
"It just seemed like the right thing to say," she said. She crooked one
finger in my direction. "Come lie with me."
I crawled up the bed and her body and lay beside her, cuddling her. She
was still wet, and still felt cold to the touch. I smiled and hugged her.
We were silent together for a while; we may have dozed. Time passed
faster than I would have expected, but shortly thereafter I lifted my
head to look around and it was already eight at night, local time. I did
some quick translation in my head; thirteen Ilye', except by now it would
probably be dark, or nearing dark, outside. It seemed strange, after so
long, to think that the day was only going to be fourteen hours long.
Stranger still to consider that the night was only ten!
K'meh stirred next to me. She looked up at me with a gentle smile and
said, "Did anyone ever tell you you were good in bed?"
"A few people. None of them as important as you."
"Not even P'nyssa?"
"Well, okay, one maybe more important than you."
She laughed and tugged me down again. Our kiss was slow and casual this
time. "You're no slouch in bed either, K'meh."
"It's all in the wrist," she laughed.
"You're a good kisser," I said.
"Thanks," she replied, smiling. "'M cold."
"No wonder; we've been lying here for nearly two hours, and when you
came in your fur was still damp. We have to get some heat into you."
"What does the doctor recommend?" she asked.
"A warm shower, followed by dinner. There's a good steak place at the
other end of town. Good ribs."
"Let's do it," she said. "Want me to get the shower started?"
"I'll do it," I said, rising from the bed and standing straight. I felt
a little dizzy; I was hungry myself. I walked into the bathroom and
started the water running, waiting for the temperature to come up to
where I wanted it.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yup," I said. "Come on." She walked in, still looking incredible despite
the fact that her fur was everywhere. I pulled aside the curtain and
she climbed in with me.
"Something tells me we've been here before," she said.
"I like showers," I said. "Especially with a friend. Besides, it saves
She laughed. "It does not! You usually end up doing things that take
forever anyway, Ken!"
"Guilty as charged," I admitted.
"Do me a favor?" she asked. "Stand there," she said, "and face away from
the shower." The water was now hitting my back and sliding down. It was
hotter than even I usually like it; there was steam collecting in the
bathroom now. "You used your tongue on me before we slept," she said,
kneeling down before me. "I want to return the favor."
I smiled and decided not to argue with her as she took my flaccid cock
into her mouth. It didn't stay that way for long. The sensation of her
warm muzzle sliding back and forth along the length of my cock was more
than enough to coax me to a full erection. Back on Tycho I'd already
found out how good a fellatrix she was, but this-- in the hot shower,
naked, warm, wet-- was enough to drive me out of my mind!
I looked up at the supports for the shower curtainrod, making sure they
were in fact drilled into place before reaching up with my left hand to
steady myself. I was getting weak in the knees, watching her (not to
mention feeling her) suck on my cock. I felt strange... I very rarely
climax from oral sex, and I have, for some reason, difficulty climaxing
in the shower. I was having no trouble getting closer to orgasm today.
She became more sure, her tongue dancing along the underside of my cock,
her muzzle closed and tight and warm around it. She didn't try to it and she didn't have to; she was doing a wonderful job as it was,
and I was getting close. I told her so.
That didn't get any response from her at all; with single-minded
determination she slid back and forth on my cock, one paw gripping the
base while the other gripped my ass. I could feel her claws sheathing
and unsheathing gently against my butt in rhythm with her motions, and
finally I came!... I came so hard my knees did give out, and I let go
of the bar to come to a controlled fall in front of her, grabbing her
shoulders on the way down to steady myself.
"Are you okay?" she asked, lithely dodging the water that I was no
"Oh, K'meh... I'm fine. Really. Just a little.. winded."
She laughed and stood up slowly; I could hear the muscles in her legs
going pop.pop.pop. She helped me to a standing position after her,
and I threw my arms around her and hugged her. "Ken?" she asked quietly.
"You know that insect trap outside the front office porch? The one with
the electrified mesh and the ultraviolet light in it?"
I dimly recalled seeing it when I had checked in. "Yeah?"
"If we don't go eat soon, I'm going to stand under it with my mouth open."
I pushed her back to arm's length. "K'meh! Bleah!" I said, laughing.
"I know," she said, laughing along. "But I'm hungry!"
I nodded, turning the water off and ducking out of the shower while she
shook as much water as she could manage; in my mind's eye I pictured what
her would look like as I heard the water hitting the plastic
sheeting of the curtain. She pushed the plastic aside and stood there,
looking impressive. I handed her a towel.
Ten minutes later, we were dressed in comfortable Terran clothing and
driving down to a restaurant called Dougie's. Despite the somewhat
disarming name, inside the decorum was brass and dark wood, hanging
plants and muted, indirect lighting. "Can I help... you?" the hostess
said as we walked in.
We went through the entire rigamorale we had gone through that morning,
only this time in a less open fashion. I slipped the hostess a fifty
u-dollar bill, saying "Please see to it that none of your staff alert
She nodded her acceptance, smiling when she saw the amount, and led
us to a table along a wall, out of sight of many of the patrons; the
restaurant was not arranged in an open-floor manner, but had lots of
miscellaneous walls, thus creating the nook we were sequestered in.
"So," I said, "ready to go back to New York, and life?"
"I want to go home," K'meh sighed. "As much fun as Terra is, it's not
what I want to live in."
"Not that you could."
"Even if I were human, it's too confusing." I nodded as we were brought
drinks. We ordered.
The meal was as pleasant an arrangement as I could have imagined. We
giggled through much of it; she asked me detailed question about my
childhood, Clarke's Lake and what I knew of the surrounding territory. She
was surprised at the gruesome nature of many of the tales I had picked up
from my childhood around here, but they were part of the local folklore,
both European pioneer and American native. Tales of children being
staked down to the ground, their eyes filled with honey to be eaten
out by stinging ants, made her shiver and ask me not to tell any more,
dinner was coming.
I was surprised when, after dessert, someone wearing a white smock came
into the dining room and approached our table. "Mr. Shardik?"
I'm a lousy actor, and an even worse liar. I decided not to try the same
stunt twice. "Yes?"
"I wanted to know what you and your... friend... thought of the dinner
"What's your name?"
"To be honest, Tracy, I thought it was damn good. What about you, K'meh?"
"I had three orders," she purred softly, smiling at the cook (chef? Never
quite sure in these places). "The ribs were wonderrrrfulll." She caressed
the word 'wonderful' with her voice, her caiss accent, usually completely
under her control, coming out fully right then.
"I just wanted to make sure everything was all right."
"Everything is just perfect. Thanks for coming out."
He smiled nervously, wiping his hands on a free corner of his smock. "My
pleasure," he said, backing out quickly and turning, almost running,
into the kitchen.
"That was nice of him," K'meh said, smiling.
"Yeah," I said, returning the smile wistfully. "So, ready to go?"
"Yes," she nodded.
We paid our bill and headed back to the apartment. If we were followed,
I failed to notice it. Back in the motel room, we slept the sleep of
children; content, peaceful, and quiet. Dawn was coming, and with it the
drive back to New York, then Geneva, then Luna to pick up our scientists,
then finally back to Pendor, home, and our own real lives.
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