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     Journal Entry 021 / 1027

     I adjusted the collar of my uniform.  "Not for the first time-- I 
feel like a parent."

     Kathy grinned at me as I ran my hand over the command panel to 
Trianna's bedroom.  A familiar "b-deep-b-deep" issued from the overhead 
speaker.  "Just a second!" Trianna's voice came from within.  

     The door opened and Trianna stood there, still rubbing the sleep 
out of her eyes.  She had swirled a white robe over her top and was in 
the middle of an incredible yawn, finally ending with a "Whoof!"

     "Good morning, sweetheart."

     "Daddy!" she cried, hugging Kathy tightly.  "Thank you so much!"

     "For what?"

     "For everything!" she replied.

     I chuckled and scratched the back of Trianna's head gently.  "I 
take it your date went well?"

     She nodded, looking up at me.  "It was great.  He took me to the 
gardens, he cooked me dinner, we..."

     "Why don't you come and tell us about it?"

     "Okay."  She padded over to a 'Taur bench and sat down, yawning 
again.  "I'm still tired."

     "Tell us the story."

     "Okay."


     I met Vic'Tahr just a few weeks before we were ready to pack the 
tents and leave.  He was a tall, handsome Uncia with soft facial 
features, a wide nose and big eyes.  He made me laugh because his ears 
never stopped moving.

     Anyway, he and I ended up assigned to the same station aboard ship, 
down in Sensor Engineering.  The same place I met you, Unca' Ken.  He 
introduced himself and said "Hi, I'm Vic'Tahr."  I tried to be friendly 
to him, practicing all those difficult things you're both trying to 
teach me, and... I don't know.  He was very funny, Vic.  Full of jokes.  
And his eyes were so pretty, I just couldn't contain myself and said 
"Vic, could we, like, go on a date?"

     "A date?" I remember him asking me.  He seemed so surprised, like 
it wasn't something I was supposed to ask for.  Then he said, "Aren't 
you a... alanailen?"

     I nodded and said, "I am to Kathy Hawkwind.  But that's different.  
I just want to spend some time with you, off-duty.  Can we do that?"

     He was a little confused about our relationship, Daddy.  "Don't I 
have to ask permission or something?"

     "That's my job," I told him.

     He thought for a long time.  "I don't know, Trianna.  It sounds 
very complicated to me.  And, to be honest, a little weird."  And he let 
it drop at that.

     But the next day, he came back and said, "Trianna, I think I would 
like that date with you.  But I want to know what this means to your... 
mistress?"

     I didn't correct him and tell him I called you "Daddy."  That would 
only have confused him more.  "My reasons for being in Kathy's control 
mean a lot to me.  Kathy's not really my friend or lover-- it's 
something else.  Something much deeper and more important than that.  
But I want friends too, Vic.  I want you to be one of them."

     "But... if she calls..."

     "Then I'll probably acceded to her wishes.  That's why she and I 
are... attached in this way.  You have to accept that, Vic.  You're not 
the person most important to me, and the one who is, is a little 
demanding.  And I accept that.  Can you?"

     He thought for a little while.  "Why don't we just try it once?"

     That night I went to you and got your permission, asking for the 
time Vic had said he could give me.  And you agreed.  

     Three days later, he took me out.  You both were wonderful in 
getting me dressed and ready, because he couldn't stop complimenting me 
on my beauty--


     "Trianna," I interrupted her tale.  "You are very beautiful.  Kathy 
and I just dragged it out of you.  But we started doing that a long time 
ago."

     She nodded.  "I still don't believe it."

     "Well, learn to, child," Kathy said, sliding off the couch and 
kissing Trianna's cheek. 


     He told me I was beautiful, that my fur was lovely and my eyes and 
my clothes and all.  I giggled and blushed and tried not to take it too 
seriously; I felt really strange.  I had never, ever been out on my own 
before, and here I was with this handsome man complimenting me.

     We walked to the ship's garden's where he pointed out birds that I 
had never known had names and we stopped by the stream's edge and talked 
for a long time.  I tried so hard to make him understand why I had given 
you so much control over my life, and why it was so important to me.  I 
think he understands, at least a little, why I love you so much, and why 
I needed to spend some time with him as well.

     He told me all about his life.  He's been a spacer for many years, 
he said, and nothing very much exciting ever happened to him.  But he 
told me about places he had been to and wanted to return to, to see 
beautiful sights and wild sports and the like.  Even if he didn't think 
it was exciting, I did.  He said he was going to hook up with an 
explorer again on his next outward bound mission and try to see new 
places and new peoples.  I might stay on Pendor for a while next time 
and, well, become sociable.

     We walked back to his quarters, where he asked me what I liked to 
eat.  I told him my usual diet and restrictions, and he laughed and said 
"I can make almost anything for you and you'll eat it, then!"  I pretty 
much agreed with him.

     I sat down in his living room.  He said, "Make yourself 
comfortable.  This will take about an hour.  Read, watch media, do 
whatever you like."

     I did as he suggested.  I spent some time reading the news and 
catching up on a short serial that I had been ignoring.  I was surprised 
when he said "Trianna?  Dinner's ready."

     I sat with him on the floor.  He had no furniture, Ken, a lot like 
your space.  Dinner was sliced and fried poultry with a collection of 
spiced vegetables.  It was kinda hot but really good, and he poured 
soured cream over his and I tried that.  It was good too.

     We sat really close together while we ate.  I didn't notice his 
hand until he had touched my face, but I felt it there and looked up.  
"Trianna, you really are beautiful," he said.

     I didn't know what to do, and apparently neither did he.  We 
fumbled for a moment and I felt like I was supposed to kiss him.  The 
moment rose and then died away.  And then I decided, to Hell with it, 
and kissed him anyway.

     Did he seem surprised!  He actually jerked away from me.  "What's 
wrong?"

     "Nothing," he said.  "I just... didn't think you wanted me to do 
that."

     "I didn't think you wanted me to, either," I said.  "I... I'm 
sorry.  I'm confused."

     "So am I," he replied.  He said he didn't know what he was allowed 
to do with me that wouldn't make you mad.  I told him, "Anything that 
doesn't leave permanent marks, which you don't have MY permission to do 
anyway!"

     He laughed at that and, leaving our dinners behind, led me into the 
bedroom.  As the door closed, he pulled me close and kissed me again.  
"Am I allowed to do that?"

     "Yes, and much more," I said.  He smiled as I kissed him back.  
Then I realized I had to tell him something.  "Vic, I have some strange 
jewelry."

     "Like what?" he asked me.

     I stripped off my shirt and showed him my nipple rings.  At first 
he flinched and I thought I had ruined the evening.  But then he looked 
close.  "Do they hurt?" he asked.

     "Actually, they feel really good now that they're healed."

     He seemed to accept that.  We stripped the rest of our clothes off 
and walked onto his bed together.  Like the rest of his quarters, it was 
set into the floor and raised just a few cents above it.  We kissed as 
he slowly dropped to his knees, pulling me down.  He couldn't keep his 
hands off my breasts and the rings, which I really liked, which kinda 
bothered me--


     "Why?" Kathy asked.

     "I don't know," Trianna replied.  "I mean, I know that some fems 
get really tired of the attention of mels putting their hands all over 
their breasts, or just staring at them, but I really liked it and I was 
wondering if something was wrong with me.  I mean, his hands felt good, 
and he was paying me attention, and I just kept shivering and wondering 
if there was something wrong with me."

     "Because you liked being touched?"

     "Because I liked the attention he was giving my tits.  Does that 
make any sense?"

     "A little, in a twisted way," I said.  "Trianna, you enjoy what you 
want to enjoy.  If you liked the sensation of someone's hands all over 
your breasts, then that's your right.  Enjoy it."


     He tugged with the rings, looking at me, and when he realized that 
I was enjoying that he got such an eager, little-boy smile as he lowered 
his head and took one of them into his mouth.  My heart was beating 
loud; I wondered if I should tell him he would be the second mel ever to 
do this to me.  I decided not to; it wasn't important and it wouldn't 
make it any better or worse and it might worry him.

     He slipped away from me lay down on the bed, patting the covers.  I 
joined him and we embraced again.  He caressed my back with his hands.  
It tickled and I squirmed.  But he wasn't deliberately trying to tickle 
me, you know, and it felt good in a strange way.

     He slid around my body and slipped down between my legs.  I knew 
what was coming next and I couldn't wait for it; I wanted him to eat me 
until shipsdawn.  He didn't quite go that long, but what he did was 
wonderful.  He would bury his muzzle in my cunt and shake it back and 
forth, pressing his nose against my clit and his tongue into my vagina.  
The slurping noises he made would have been funny if they didn't feel 
just oh, so good.

     I looked down my body and saw his cock sticking out at me, so I 
grabbed it.  It was about the same size as yours, Ken, although it 
looked very different, all veined and glistening.  I shifted my weight 
so that he could keep licking while I bent down to get it into my mouth.

     It tasted good, too!  A little salty taste was leaking from his tip 
and that was just an addition.  I took it all into my muzzle and sucked 
on it while he buried his face between my thighs.  It was all so 
wonderful I couldn't imagine stopping.  But I did want to feel him 
inside me, to let him in and to take me.  And I told him so.

     And he did, too.  I hadn't come from his licking, but I've noticed 
that it takes me a long time to come from licking.  He instead slid 
around behind me as I eased over onto my fours and leaned my head up 
against the wall.  "Ready?" he asked me.

     I decided to tell him.  "Vic?  I hope you know you'll be the second 
mel to ever get inside me."

     "Really?" he said.  "Then, do you want me to be, you know, more 
gentle?"

     "Do what you like," I said.  "I just have to have you in me, now."

     He pressed his cock against my vulva and into me.  I shuddered 
softly and gasped as it slid all the way.  "How's that?" he asked.

     "Better than perfect," I told him.  I wanted him to be strong with 
me, like you are, Ken.  And I told him what I wanted.  "Vic, I want to 
feel you moving inside me."

     "Then I will," he told me as he began to slid in and out.  Oh, he 
was good.  He took a long time and it felt wonderful as his cock went 
back and forth, and every time it went in I felt his hips press against 
me and push me forward a little.  He never tired and never slowed down, 
and I felt his hands on my shoulders so I reached up and held his hands 
until he finally jabbed deep and came inside me.  I could really feel 
his cock shooting into me.

     After we had rested for a while, he let me up and we went back into 
his living room, where we had dessert and talked a little more.  I 
explained to him that I wasn't allowed to spend that night.

     He said he wanted to see me again sometime.  And he also said this: 
"Trianna, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about your relationship 
with Kathy, but if it's important to you, then I'll respect it for as 
long as I know you."

     I hugged him and thanked him.  And after we cleaned up the mess 
we'd made of dinner and cake, I came back home and went to bed until you 
two woke me up.


     I nodded.  "He sounds like a decent enough fellow," I said.

     "Agreed," Kathy said.  "I just hope he's being honest.  What do you 
think, Trianna?"

     "I don't think Vic is the sort of mel who needs to lie to have 
sex," she said. 

     "Then," I said, raising a glass of juice in a toast, "Here's to 
Vic."

     "To Vic," Kathy agreed.  Trianna just grinned and drank her juice 
down.  

--
"Planetfall: Dependence"
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