Reunion, Part 11
Journal Entry 163 / 00918
Aldea, Cerim 16, 00918
"No!" Garth came to consciousness with a start, the nightmare of drowning
fresh in his mind. He ran his hands over his body, checking to make
sure it was indeed his body. He found his chest, stomach, groin... all
familiar, all the same. He was still himself, still a Katckin.
He was lying in a bed, which filled most of the bedroom he found himself
in. A desk against the opposite wall was made of some dark wood, stained
cherry perhaps. The walls were papered in a faded off-white color with
small flowers printed in rhythms down the walls. He rose out of bed and
looked in the mirror that hung over the desk. "I'm still me."
Someone had apparently heard his shout, because a knock on his door
caught his attention. "Garth?"
"Hello?" he replied. The voice sounded familiar. "Who's there?"
The door opened and a short femMarten looked up at him. "Are you okay?"
"Kiza!" he said, rolling out of bed onto his feet and crossing the room.
He pulled her close, using her as a brace against the sudden exhaustion
and dizziness he felt. He finally managed to say, "What are you doing
here?"
"Mom and Dad found you!" She grinned at him. "Guess the Hall works in
pretty strange ways sometimes."
"But... where am I?"
"You're in my home town of Callinbar. found you yesterday by the
river, unconscious. The doctor thought you might have drowned. We were
really scared." She shook her head. "But he said there was no water in
your lungs."
"I... The Hall tried to drown me."
"No, I think that was really just your test. Sometimes the tests the
Hall gives are a little extreme."
"A little," Garth agreed. "I think I need to sit down."
"You okay?"
"Just, just a little dizzy." He rubbed his stomach. "I think I'm hungry."
"I hope you do more than 'think,' Garth, 'cause makes pretty huge
meals."
"What time is it?"
"Sometime in the late afternoon. Almost time for supper." Her black eyes
smiled at him. "I'm just glad you came back."
"Does... does Skii know where I am?"
"He should. The AIs were told to inform us when you surfaced again.
Nickolai too, but he got away with it by coming out somewhere beyond
the AInet."
Garth nodded.
A new voice came through the door. "Kiza?"
"In here, Mom!"
Another Marten poked her head around the door. A little thicker in the
middle than Kiza, whiskers slightly droopy but the same bright eyes. "Ah,
he is awake. You perhaps would like dinner with us, then? Kiza tells me
your name is Garth."
"Yes, Miss..."
"Ah, I am Naiza," the Marten said. "My mate is named How. And you already
know my daughter."
Garth nodded. "Thank you."
"It's nothing," Naiza said, looking away. "We are not used to finding
handsome washed up on the side of our aqueducts."
"Still, thank you for a place to recover."
"You are hungry?" Naiza asked. "Kiza, get your friend some clothes.
I am sure he must feel terrible being naked; humans are so much used
to dressing."
"I'm fine, really," Garth replied, embarrassed by the sudden attention
of two Martens, even if one of them was interested only in seeing to
his more mundane needs. He grinned sheepishly as Kiza reached into
a curiously shaped pack and handed him suitable clothing. He put on a
loose pullover and then a kilt held in place with velcro. Kiza found
the idea of easy-tear clothing entertaining.
"Come," Naiza said, interrupting Kiza's teasings. "We have food
downstairs." Garth enjoyed the sound of her voice as it lifted up and
dipped downwards with the progression of her sentences, as if her pitch
followed a slow sine curve.
He followed them down stairs that were too small for him; he felt like
he teetered on the brink of falling down with every step. Fortunately,
the downstairs was built more to his scale, and the door was positively
enormous. Like much of Pendor, it had apparently been built to the scale
of the largest species that used the 'indoors,' Centaurs.
Garth found his hunger as she set down a plate of food before him. Meat,
potatoes, corn... real food. The meat stunned him; he had almost never
seen that much meat in one place. He ate with gusto while Naiza and
Kiza did the same, but they also watched him closely. Another Marten
with a deeper voice came into the room behind Garth. "How, he is awake."
"I see, I see, Naiza," the other Marten said. "It is good to see you
moving again, mel. We were worried about you."
"His name is Garth," Naiza said.
"Hush, Naiza. Let him speak."
"I'm glad someone was worried about me. My last memories were of drowning
in the Great Hall."
"Yes," How said. "Kiza here told us you were walking the great Hall." He
examined Garth closely. "I thought people didn't do that any more."
"Most people don't," Garth agreed.
"You are still a Katckin," How observed.
"Yeah, the Hall has changed. No more changes for people going through."
"Really?" How asked, surprised. "That's interesting. I have not read
news in months. When did this happen?"
"About three weeks ago."
"Hmm. After the time I stopped reading, too. Interesting. I wonder if it
will affect the political balance between Pendor and Terra. Not that I
care much; there is no reason for us to fear. Pendor is strong, and we
here in the outback care little for the ways of politics. My here, she wants to be an engineer; she lives back in the civilized zones.
Goes to school."
"Garth?" Kiza asked, blushing slightly under the reminders her tossed in her direction, "Can you ride a horse?"
"Ride a...? I've never ridden one before."
"Then getting you home is going to be interesting. Horses are our most
common method of getting around out here. The SDisk is far out in the
FTS grain fields."
FTS! Garth realized he was in the midst of one of the largest charity
organizations in the galaxy. Feed The Stars had a reputation for being
as much a political tool as a humanitarian effort, but its effect could
not be denied; whole colonies existed solely off the efforts of FTS. And
Kiza grew up as a farmer for FTS? "I guess I'll have to learn," he said.
"Naiza, How, thank you for being so kind."
"We like having visitors," Naiza said. "They are so rare."
"That is because most Pendorians are lazy, Naiza. They have no
appreciation of a real day's work."
"Now, How," Naiza said. "You know that is not true."
How didn't reply, and Garth got the feeling he was listening to a very
old argument. He finished the dinner and Naiza placed another plate in
front of him, and within a short while he had finished that off too. "Oh,
my fah! At that rate, I should slaughter more sheep," How observed.
"Sorry," Garth said, abashed.
"Pfah!" How laughed. "Eat as much as you need, Garth. I don't slaughter
my just so that they may rot and not feed your stomach. Eat!"
Garth blushed and finished off the second plate. "No more, Naiza, thank
you. Just one more roll."
"You like my cooking?"
"Delicious," Garth agreed.
Kiza touched the back of his hand. "Kolya is climbing the walls. He loves
you, you know. We've been trying to keep ourselves occupied, but we were
so worried. Even Shardik commented that you had been gone a long time."
"Friends in such high places," How muttered. "She talks to Shardik. Kiza,
where do you meet such people?"
"I don't know, Daddy," she said solemnly. "I just sort of fell in with
the right crowd." She turned back to Garth. "I missed you too."
"I... I haven't had enough time to miss you, except the first day of
the walk. I hope you don't think that's awful."
"No," Kiza said. "Not awful at all." She looked over his shoulder. "Daddy,
do you think we can spend the night here and go in the morning?"
"Of course!" How said. "Why not? It is good to have you in the farmhouse again, Kiza."
Kiza started asking questions about the condition of the and the
animals. Garth found keeping up with her hardgoing; there was something to
her life here that he, as a Londoner, was just not privy to. It bothered
him a little. And the more he thought about it, the more it bothered him.
It had nothing to do with her, really; more that her life and his weren't
meant to be compatible. Even when she was an engineer, she was an earthy
female with her own, grounded life.
"Come," How said. "Kiza, would you like to do a reading?"
"Yes!" she said. "Oh, yes!"
Garth was surprised at what happened next as How, Naiza, and Kiza led
him into the living room. "What will you have?" How asked.
Kiza walked to one wall that was with books. "Oof!" she grunted
softly as she pulled a huge tome down from the wall and opened it
until she was nearly at the back. Garth's surprise grew when she began
reading from Shakespeare's sonnets.
Her voice carried across the room, and Garth found himself listening first
with idle boredom, then with rapt fascination. Her reading touched him;
sometimes she seemed to be talking right at him, and sometimes she seemed
to be wishing for someone not here.
Time flew as she read, and Garth found himself suppressing yawns. He
felt exhausted. And the last straw came when he awoke suddenly to find
Kiza shaking him on the shoulder. "Garth?"
"Huh?" he said, looking up.
"You want to go to bed? You look exhausted."
Garth nodded slowly. "Yeah, I think I should go to bed." She led him up
the stairs into the room he had awakened in just a short time earlier,
then turned around and pulled on the rope holding his tunic shut. "You
look good," she said.
"I feel tired," he sighed. "I don't think I'm up for this."
"Nonsense," she said. "Here, pull that thing off." She reached down and
tugged at the velcro; his kilt fell to the floor. "I knew I was going
to like that feature." She discarded the kilt into a corner. "Now, sit
down on the bed." Garth obeyed. She stood before him and stripped off
her jumpsuit, looking at him. "Garth?"
"Hmm?"
"You're not bothered because I... I think I'm gay, are you? I don't know
what to call it. I've had one relationship that lasted, you know? It
was with Furry, and now she's got someone more important to her than I
am, and I understand that. I understood it even when our relationship
began. But I still like mels, only just as friends and... I just can't
imagine living with you."
At a loss for words, Garth just stared at her. He found his tongue fast
enough to say, "I, um, I don't..."
"Do you want me to stay?" she said. "There's another room. I could
go there."
"No," he said. "I... wanted to tell you that I don't think you're what
I'm looking for either. And it has nothing to do with your being gay. You
just aren't." She nodded, her face flat and unmoving. "I still think it
was nice that we spent those nights together in bed."
"Yay!" she said, jumping next to him and making the bed creak slightly.
She pushed him back onto the bed, and they tumbled together onto the
sheets. "Kiza, wha?"
"Shhh..." she said, her hands reaching between his thighs. Her fingers
caressed his ballsac softly, and he squirmed and whimpered slightly
at the ticklish sensations she created. "I want to show you how much I
appreciate your being here."
"But you... you just said..."
"Garth," she whispered, kissing his neck. "When I said I thought I was
a lesbian, I meant to say that I can only imagine myself settling down
with a fem, living with one. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate
your company. I do."
"Oh... okay..." he said. Experimentally, a little put-off by her
confession, he ran his fingers over the fur of her side, touching
her. She moaned softly. "Yes, I like when you touch me like that,"
she said. "Press a little harder.
His hands rubbed against her fur, pressing down against the flesh. He
could feel her ribs underneath as his hands caressed her chest. She
didn't have visible breasts, and he felt a little abashed as he touched
her flat chest, as if he were caressing someone who was either too young,
or of the wrong gender. In any event, it felt peculiar to him. But she
seemed to like it.
Her hands stroked up along the length of his shaft, touching the tip and
playing with the head of his penis within. He squirmed, giggling more.
"Dammit, Kiza!" he breathed.
"You're ticklish there?" she asked, surprised. "Oooh!" Her finger stirred
in his foreskin playfully, and he giggled at her merciless intrusion.
"Stop!" he demanded.
"Okay," she said. "But I can see it got you excited for me to do that."
Her fingers stroked his erection, not half out of its sheath, and it
surged more fully to life. Her hands pulled and tugged on his sheath,
pulling it up over the head of his penis, then letting it go. He moaned
softly; she was starting to pull so hard it almost felt like it hurt.
He returned the favor, reaching down between her thighs and finding a
pair of tiny ridges, the lips of her vulva. They were so small he had
first wondered if she would be able to take his cock. He knew now that
she could.
He rose up on one arm, pushing her down to the bed on her back, then
slid down the length of the bed until he lay with his head between her
legs. He wanted to lick her but he also wanted to look at her cunt,
to see the soft pink of it.
His arms rested on her thighs as his hands gently pried her lips apart.
From this angle she looked impossibly small, but he had seen his cock
go in there before. He lowered his head to her vulva and ran his most
unfeline tongue along the length. Kiza moaned softly as he made small
circles around her clitoris. Her breathing became short as he licked
her, tasting her juices. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as if she were
fighting something. He wondered if her tension came because he was male,
or because she was already close to climax. Unable to tell and with
no clear word from her, he continued licking her tiny cunt, his tongue
brushing against the top of the hood and tugging it up, exposing but not
quite touching the clitoris underneath. She groaned softly as he licked
at her. "Against my clit."
He lowered his tongue against her clitoris and immediately she went
into a frenzy. "Oh, yes! Garth, ohhhhh yes. Harder. HARDER!" Garth
pressed down with his muzzle, licking until his jaw ached. It began to
burn harder, and just when he thought he had no more strength to give,
her body tensed irrevocably and she came, moaning, her legs thrashing.
She smiled up at him. "Your turn," she said.
"My turn for what?"
"Your turn to come," she replied. "Fuck me, Garth."
Garth rose to his knees and unsurely positioned himself between hers. She
reached up with both arms, a big smile on her face. "Go ahead," she said.
"I don't bite."
"I don't know that," he smiled.
"I haven't yet," she said. He slid forwards, his cock nudging up against
her vulva. He pushed downwards, and suddenly slid into her.
He gasped. She was tight, so tight he could barely move. He felt her
body shiver under him as he slid deep into her. Her hands pulled him
down until his chest touched hers. She licked his cheeks softly as he
buried his cock deep within her, fucking her softly.
"Harder," she whispered. His hips complained as he slid into her deeper.
He pushed himself up on his arms and began making love to her with more
intent, stroking harder. He looked down; he could see her tiny lips
gripping his cock as he buried himself completely into her and his
sheath was pulled back to the root of his cock. "Like that?"
"Yessss..." she hissed. "Like that." He began to push harder and faster,
speeding up as his cock slid in and out of her. Her was incredibly
slick as well as tight, and only that slickness kept him from being held
to a standstill within her. His body felt tight and he began panting as
his cock insisted he was about to explode. He felt it coming, felt so
close, and...
He came! He felt himself coming within her, could feel the walls of her
cunt holding his cock as his semen into her cunt. "Yes!" he growled,
pushing against her. Then it was over.
He blinked, smiling down at her. "Hi," he said.
"Hi," she replied back. She reached up and pulled him down again,
and again they tumbled on the bed, rolling. In the course of things,
he slipped out of her. "That was nice."
"Just nice?" he asked.
"Just nice," she agreed. The she registered the look on his face. "I
hope you're not upset with me because I'm glad you were nice to me."
He shook his head. "No, it's just a little weird. Usually people treat
sex as if it means something."
"It does mean something! It means you like me, and I like you, and I
was nice to you, and you were nice to me. Does it have to mean more
than that?"
Garth smiled, embarrassed again. "I guess not."
"See? Now, are you tired?"
"I'm exhausted, Kiza. I was exhausted even before we started."
"Then lets get some sleep. Turn over, close your eyes, that's it. You'll
be asleep in no time."
Garth did turn over onto his side, and she was right. His memory of the
day stopped there.
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