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     Journal Entry 116 / 1026

     P'nyssa straightened up and smoothed out the front of her lab coat.  
She hoped for a quiet day, especially considering that she had helped 
Fari Trahn drop a litter of three yesterday, a rare number for any 
species, but especially so for the Pamthreats, since as a species their 
numbers had grown much slower than others.  

     As she walked into the main of the infirmary she examined her PADD 
thoughtfully.  There didn't seem to be anything pressing.  She had to 
check in on two broken bones today, one relatively serious burn case, a 
delphin poisoning, and one listed as "no reason given."  It was the last 
one on her list, scheduled for six, and the name at the bottom caught 
her eye.  

     "Nance?" she asked.

     "Yeah, Nyss?" he replied, looking up from his table.  He had a 
suture applicator in his hand and a magnifying glass over his eye, 
giving him a strange, sinister look.  

     "Is this accurate?  What does Zaid Kincaid want to see me for?"

     "Dunno," he shrugged.  "She just made an appointment right before 
you came in.  Asked for you specifically.  Said you were a friend."

     "I guess," P'nyssa replied.

     "Why?  Is there something wrong?"  Nance turned back to his work.  
The femHuman he was working on watched him closely, and occasionally she 
would wince.  

     "No, nothing wrong.  It's just weird."

     "I can take her if you need," Nance offered.  

     "No, no, that's okay.  I want to take it."

     "Suture self," Nance said, running the words together in Anglic 
into his favorite pun.


     "Now, then," P'nyssa said, "You promise not to go chasing after 
anything in the Battian sea again?

     "It's hard, Doctor," Intataka replied.  The dolphin hadn't actually 
eaten anything, but instead gotten stung while playing 'tag' with a 
school of fish.  They had turned out to be better armed than he had 
anticipated.  "How was I supposed to know they had stingers on their 
caudal fins?"

     P'nyssa sighed.  The last thing she wanted to do was kill the 
dolphin sense of fun and play.  A species that was almost never serious, 
she enjoyed their company and taking fun away from one of them bothered 
her.  But sometimes fun had to wait.  "I know," P'nyssa sympathized.  
"I'm glad the date has been set for lifting ship now, because I think 
we're all ready to go home.  You'll have to rely on surfing and waiting 
until we get home."

     "It's not easy," Intataka groused.

     "Well, if you want to turn all ugly and purplish again..."

     "I think I can wait," the dolphin sighed.  "Thank you, Doctor 
Traken."

     "You're welcome," she said, stroking his side with her mitten.  
"Take care of yourself."

     "I shall."  The dolphin flicked his tail and maneuvered his way out 
of the tent.  She watched him and his gravity-suspension rigs disappear 
out of sight, then looked down at her PADD.  Time to find out what Zaid 
wanted.

     She walked out into the waiting room.  Zaid walked in from the 
outside at exactly the same moment.  "Oh!" Zaid said.  "Sorry... am I 
late?"

     "Just on time," P'nyssa replied.  "You're my last visit of the day.  
Now, what can I help you with?"

     Zaid blushed.  On the delicate rat it looked lovely, P'nyssa 
thought, and this time she was sober enough to watch and appreciate it 
fully while controlling any outward reaction to it.  Zaid crooked a 
finger in P'nyssa's direction, and P'nyssa bent over.  Zaid whispered in 
her ear, "I want you to trim my fur."

     "What?" P'nyssa asked.

     Zaid blushed.  "I... I remembered reading an article where you 
mentioned that one of your favorite hobbies was trimming people's fur, 
and, well, mine sorta needs doing."  She tugged at loose strands of it 
that peeked out between the spandex top and shorts she wore.  

     Confusion between duty and desire warred inside P'nyssa.  If she 
had to locate that war, it wasn't happening so much in her head as 
between her legs.  "That's not the sort of thing we do at sickbay."

     Zaid grinned.  "That's why I asked your partner to make sure I was 
last.  You're done for the day, right?"

     "Well, yes," P'nyssa replied.  "Remind me that I need to talk to 
him someday."  Her eyes shot daggers through the canvas walls to where 
she thought Nance was standing in the other room.  But when she looked 
inside, Nance was gone, and the second shift was coming onto duty, 
including Marcus Hitoshi.  "Marc, I'm out."

     "Okay, P'nyssa," he replied.  "See you tomorrow."

     Taking a deep breath and completely unsure of what to do now, 
P'nyssa turned around and said, "Where would you like to do this?"

     "What's the best place you can think of?" Zaid asked.

     "Our bedroom on the Handele."

     "Then let's go there."

     Impossible to think of anything else to say, she looked up at the 
ceiling and said, "Lance, make it ready.  Okay, Zaid, let's go."  Zaid 
smiled and turned, leading the way out and around the Mission Control 
tent to the SDisk shuttlecraft.  She waited for P'nyssa to join her, 
mostly because she didn't have the authority to use the SDisk herself.  
They teleported onto the Handele, where P'nyssa took over the role of 
leading Zaid down the hallway and into hers and Ken's and Aaden's cabin.  
Leading Zaid into the bathroom, she pointed to a chair and said, "Sit 
down, Zaid.  We need talk first."

     Zaid's face grew concerned as she sat down.  "Something's not 
right."

     "No," P'nyssa agreed as she pulled up a chair of her own.  "Four 
days ago you turned me down.  Now you're here asking for something that 
only happens between me and some very special people.  What changed?"

     Zaid blushed.  "I thought about it," she said.  "About your offer.  
And I realized that it would be stupid to turn you down without at least 
listening a little more."

     "I was drunk."

     "And a little frustrated, from the way you were talking.  I didn't 
need to be a telepath to recognize that... I've been a bartender on and 
off, but long enough to know what I'm hearing when I'm hearing 
frustration."  She smiled.  "What was bothering you that day?"

     P'nyssa smiled.  "Actually, it was just a stupid day.  For some 
reason I had been knocking over tables and dropping things and 
misplacing my PADD.  It had all added up.  Just one of those days where 
every time I turned around something else was going wrong.  I needed to 
get out."

     Zaid nodded.  "There've been days like that."

     P'nyssa leaned a little closer.  "Listen, about Aldea lome'..."

     Zaid stopped and calculated.  "You mean last Thursday?"

     "Yes," P'nyssa said, hoping they were talking about the same day.  
Pendor's six-day weeks never matched up with Terra's seven-days weeks.  
"I'm sorry about that."

     Zaid shook her head.  "I was being pushy, P'nyssa.  I asked you a 
very personal question you probably didn't want to answer and I told you 
a very personal story you probably didn't want to hear.  I really wanted 
to be your friend because I thought it would be very 'con to befriend 
P'nyssa Shardik, but I didn't realize what I was getting into."

     P'nyssa nodded.  "Zaid, I wanted to get you into bed because, while 
I tend to be more skewed towards mels, I really like the attention of 
women and the alcohol really made me feel how much I'd missed it."  She 
sighed.  "I let myself get out of hand."

     Zaid's hand closed on P'nyssa's tentacle gently.  "If you needed to 
feel that way and say those things, then it's good that you did.  I'm 
just sorry I bugged out on you like that."  P'nyssa nodded.  "Now, why 
do you only trim fur for 'special' people?"

     P'nyssa took a few moments to put her thoughts together.  "Medicine 
is one of the most intimate things you can do with another person.  It 
involves invading their body and predicting their future, easing their 
pains and healing their wounds.  And it becomes very personal, but it's 
not an emotional relationship like the kind between two people in love.  
Cutting someone's fur involves all of the same things, including trust, 
because the trim could come out all wrong and that would be a disaster.  
I would rather do it only for people I feel something romantic for."

     Zaid nodded.  "Would you still want to do mine?"

     P'nyssa grinned.  "Do you trust me?  I mean, I've never cut a 
Neorat's fur before."

     "I guess I'll have to.  All I want is to have it cut down down to 
about 10 mils all over.  It's over twenty now and it's getting into 
everything."

     "That is long," P'nyssa agreed.  "Okay, sit down and get ready."  
She picked up the beginning shears.

     Almost two hours later, she backed away.  Zaid turned and looked in 
the bathroom mirror, scratching gently at her fur.  "Looks good."

     "You're sure?  I left it a little long around the outsides of your 
arms and legs, and cut it below five on the tops of your hands and 
wrists, and your feet."

     Zaid stretched as she stood up.  "It's fine, Nyss.  I need a 
shower, though."

     "Right through there," P'nyssa pointed.

     "Join me?" Zaid asked.  "I figure I have to lose that virginity 
sometime."

     "Are you sure you want to make love with a non-rat, non-male 
person?"

     Zaid reached her hand out.  "Yes."

     P'nyssa smiled and placed the brush in her hand onto the tabletop.  
She took Zaid's hand and allowed the shorter fem to lead her into the 
shower.  "Uhm, you know these controls better than I do," Zaid said.

     Amused, P'nyssa dialed up the temperature to the height she wanted, 
then increased the pressure until it was too her liking.  Zaid placed 
her hand under the spray and nodded her agreement.  "Then get in," 
P'nyssa said.

     Zaid eased past her and under the direct spray.  Small lengths of 
fur began collecting around her feet as she scratched and brushed at 
herself.  "Hope you have furtraps."

     P'nyssa shook her head.  "SDisk filters."  She poured soap into her 
mittens and applied them to Zaid's shoulders, massaging the skin 
underneath as well sudsing the fur above.  Zaid groaned softly, "Oh 
that's so good."

     "Then enjoy it," P'nyssa said.  Her mittens slid down Zaid's arms, 
working the soap into the Neorat's fur by small circles.  Zaid placed 
one of her hand on P'nyssa's, then turned around and raised her head 
slightly, kissing P'nyssa's cheek delicately.

     P'nyssa tilted her head down and kissed Zaid's nose with just as 
much care.  The smaller rat reacted with a slight start as if she hadn't 
expected the gesture to be returned quite so quickly, but soon leaned 
into the kiss, pressing her body against P'nyssa's.

     P'nyssa allowed her hands to roam along Zaid's body, still getting 
soap onto every part of the rat she could reach, then backed away.  "Let 
me finish soaping your front," she said.  "Sit," she said, pointing to 
the tiled bench that jutted out of the wall perpendicular to the spray 
of the shower.  Zaid complied with the request and P'nyssa applied more 
soap to her hands.

     She allowed her hands to stray over Zaid's chest, stroking her 
almost non-existent breasts.  Although they were small, Zaid's reaction 
told her they were much more sensitive than her own.  The brown-furred 
rat's chest rose and fell a little faster with each breath as P'nyssa's 
hands felt their way down her belly.  P'nyssa spread her legs with her 
mittens, then slid her hand between Zaid's thighs, touching her cunt 
gently, washing and cleaning.

     Zaid's legs she finished with just as slow, careful patience.  She 
had no desire to rush her task because she wanted it to last.  Taking 
the showerhead from the wall, she lowered the pressure and rinsed the 
lovely young fem off, watching the soap stream down her body until the 
water ran clear.  She grinned and waited until the last of the soap had 
been rinsed from Zaid's body, then replaced the shower head on the 
water, aiming the water away from them both and dialing the temperature 
higher.

     Zaid watched as P'nyssa parted her legs a little further, lowering 
her head until it was just millimeters from her mound.  P'nyssa looked 
up at her, and she nodded.  Then the Tindal lowered her head until her 
lips barely made contact with the fur of her mound.  Zaid wiggled on the 
seat in anticipation.  As steam filled the shower, P'nyssa's tongue 
touched her between her thickening lips, and she bit her lip to keep 
from crying out.  The electricity running through her was too much 
already, and yet she wanted to feel the touch of P'nyssa's tongue ever 
more.

     P'nyssa pressed the tip of her tongue up into the moistening cleft 
of Zaid's cunny.  P'nyssa regretted that she had cleaned Zaid so well; 
there was little taste left, but a warm flow of wetness from within the 
smaller fem was solving that problem.  P'nyssa's tongue flickered over 
Zaid's cunt, coaxing pleasure from the Neorat.

     Zaid responded loudly, too.  Her moans started soon and she had 
trouble sitting still.  Her hands grasped P'nyssa's head and played with 
her hair until, finally, she exploded in a shuddering climax that 
released a flow of fluid from within her.  P'nyssa's tongue kept licking 
at her lips until finally she had to push the blue-furred fem back.  
"That's too strong, P'nyssa," she gasped.

     "Sorry," P'nyssa replied.  "I didn't know how much you wanted or 
how."

     Zaid nodded.  "I know.  That's okay."

     P'nyssa smiled and took a seat next to Zaid, pulling the Neorat 
into her arms.  "That was hot," she admitted.

     "It was great," Zaid agreed.  "Can I... can I do something for 
you?"

     "Do you want to?"  P'nyssa asked.

     "I... I do.  But I'm not sure how.  And after coming like that, in 
this heat, I feel a little weak."

     P'nyssa nodded.  "Tell you what.  Why don't we get out, get 
dressed, eat, and then go back to wherever you make your home so we can 
talk some more?"

     Zaid nodded, her cheek brushing against P'nyssa's breasts as she 
hugged her tightly.  "I'd like that."

     P'nyssa reached out with her toes; she could just barely reach the 
controls, and pushed the pressure down to 'off.'  "Just rest a minute, 
Zaid.  Then we'll go."

     "Okay."

--
"Planetfall: Resolution of Doubt"
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