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     Journal Entry 147 / 1023

     "Hi, honey, I'm home!"

     "I'm sorry, Ken, but your cabin is empty," Lance announced in his 
calm and even tone.  I sighed and tossed my PADD onto a chair, walking 
into the kitchen and pouring myself a glass of milk.  I'd been on a milk 
binge recently, and I wasn't sure why.  It would pass.

     "Oh, well," I said to the AI.  "Lance, can you tell me when they'll 
be getting home?"

     "P'nyssa is on her way.  Aaden has stopped by Viewport and will 
probably be there for quite a while, considering the number of people he 
is associating with right now.  Your children are presently attending a 
play."

     "Thank you," I replied, following it with less of a sigh than a 
simple exhalation of frustration.  I waited quietly for P'nyssa.  After 
a few minutes, she arrived, the doors opening to let her in.  "Hi!" I 
said.

     She smiled and skipped over to me, giving me a hug and kiss.  "Hi 
yourself," she said brightly.  "How was your day?"

     "Can I ask you a question?" I asked, ignoring hers in the process.  
"Is it just me, or has Aaden been a real jerk recently?"

     "So you've noticed it to, then?" she asked.  "I don't think it's 
just you.  He has been rather annoying the past couple of weeks."

     "Any idea why?" I asked.

     "Actually, yes.  I talked to Aramo about it, even.  I've got a very 
clear idea why," she replied.  "The longest Aaden has ever been on a 
starship is six months, and that was during our rescue.  He hates space 
travel, but he's officially the reason this mission is going.  He asked 
for this.  So here we are, a year into the mission, and he's just 
starting to realize that, even before he gets to do his job, we have 
three times as much time left to go, with very few shore leaves in 
between.  He's feeling very pressured, and I'm not surprised.

     "Combine that with his reputation, and with the quality of people 
on this mission.  There are twelve hundred people on this ship. The  
Alanailen party you two and Kathy threw was incredibly successful, Ken.  
The people on board are adventurous... they'd better be, they're 
spacefen.  You and Aaden are very good at presenting sadomasochism as a 
form of self-adventure, and some of the people on board now seem to see 
the link between the two.  Aaden has a reputation as a successful sadist 
and as an excellent master.  And he's available.  You're rather vocal in 
your wish to be selective, and it's kind of obvious that you have your 
hands full right now.  Aaden seems to be free."

     I started to get the picture.  "He's compensating."

     "Exactly," she said.  "He's afraid, he feels claustrophobic and, 
even with you and me here, he feels alone.  He's overblowing his ego as 
'Mister Big S/m Top,' and he's got the skill to pull it off.  He 
deserves most of his reputation.  He's just getting a swelled head about 
it.  He's got a small contingent of people looking to him for advice and 
for a very personal kind of adventure, and suddenly he f e e l s  the 
importance he's always had, and he's not handling it well.  Sometimes 
you don't handle fen very well either, Ken."

     I nodded.  "So," I said, sitting down at the kitchen counter and 
propping my chin up in my palm, "what can we do about it?"

     "I don't know," she said, with a slight smile.  "Wait it out is a 
typical suggestion.  Do you remember when you observed that having a 
regular lover made sex less important?  That you knew that he, and I, 
and you, would all be here tomorrow, and maybe it's okay to put off 
lovemaking for today?"  I nodded.  "Maybe he's doing a bit of that.  
Aaden's not an idiot, eventually he'll come back to us and realize how 
stupid he's been.  An alternative, and one only you could pull off, Ken, 
is to do a scene with him at your next Alanailen party."

     "What do you mean?"

     She leaned over and explained.  She must have seen the smile on my 
face when she was done.  "Nyss... you're getting good at this."

     She kissed my cheek.  I turned my head and kissed her lips in 
return; the kiss lasted longer that way.  Then she laughed softly and 
said "It's the environment."


     "So I can rely on you to help me?"

     "You're sure he won't hate me afterwards?  I mean, because I'm..."

     "He'd better not.  It's my damn scene.  I dictate what happens."

     "Then I'll be there.  If she lets me."

     "I'll let you."

     "Then I'll be there."

     "Good."


     The decor was ridiculous.  Someone in the llerkindi contingent and 
someone from David's crew had similar interests in similar periods of 
history for their homeworlds... the age of high-seas piracy.  The 
llerkindi was characterized by bright colors, flowing cloth, and 
mirrors, the Terran by the damned parrot.  Both cultures used death 
symbols on flags and sails, although the llerkindi symbol was more 
stylized than the skull and crossbones.

     Someone had gone through a great deal of trouble to make an 
authentic "pirate" bar, although the llerkindi elements were more 
befitting what I would perceive as a first-millenial Arabian setting.  
That's just my culture showing.

     Still, as an Alanailen party, it was going pretty well.  The music 
was rhythmic but not painfully loud, the play so far was pretty light 
and the atmosphere, although a little weird (who am I to judge?) was 
definitely fitting.  Not to mention that I'd forgotten how much I loved 
full blouse sleeved pirate shirts.

     "Aaden!" I said over the music, closing in on him.  He was sitting 
by the bar, a mug of some orange fruit juice by his hand.

     "Ken!" He replied, stepping forward and giving me a hug.  "Hi!  
Glad you could make it!"

     "Are you kidding?" I said.  "I wouldn't miss my own kind of thing 
for the world.  I'm glad you made it."  I had a channel open in my head 
to Lance; he was giving me a reasonable local awareness of my co-
conspirators as they, too, closed in on our location.  "Hey, can I ask 
you a question?"

     "Of course you can ask me a question, Ken."

     "Are you ever going to bottom to me again?"

     He blinked, looked away abashedly, then looked back.  "I will.  I 
want to, I just don't seem to have the... I don't know."

     "But you want to bottom to me," I replied.

     "Yeah."

     "Soon?"

     "Sure," he smiled, looking enthused.  

     I consulted the map in my head; there were four mels now local to 
me.  I turned around to one sitting at the round, wooden table by the 
bar, tapped his shoulder and said, "Good.  Take him."

     There was a brief flurry of activity as the four people near me 
rose up and grabbed him, mostly by the arms;  I heard chairs slide 
around and tables get pushed out of the way.  I had my back to him as it 
happened, and there was a fast stab of pain at the back of my head.  He 
had grabbed my hair!

     I turned to him; my hair is long enough for that.  "Let go," I 
said, glancing at the four mels holding him.  Two looked concerned; the 
other two had smiles.  "Let go," I repeated, snarling helpfully.

     "I said 'soon,'" Aaden hissed.  "Not now."

     "Let go of my hair," I growled.  "I'll lose the hair before I lose 
to you.  Now let go."  I think I convinced him; I felt completely sure 
that my will was stronger.  I w a s  ready to lose my hair, which is a 
personal treasure to me, before I let him squirm out of this scene.

     He let go slowly, taking his arm back.  "That table," I said, 
pointing the square one apart from the rest.  "Put him over it, now."  
The four mels hauled him to the table and threw him down on top of it; 
although he struggled, it wasn't doing him much good as we fixed leather 
shackles to his wrists and tied them down to the legs of the table.  
Ropes were fixed around his thighs, and then these were tied to the 
other legs, spreading them apart.  His furry sheath and testicles hung 
down marvelously between them, and I ran my hand casually over those 
small, soft eggs, squeezing them gently.

     I reached out to one of the mels, and he handed me what I had 
prepared earlier; a basic riding crop.  "You know, Aaden," I said 
gently, "You've been a real asshole recently."  He whimpered softly.  
"And I'm tired of it."  The music slowly died down; people were paying 
attention.  Although when he's top and I'm bottom, I like doing public 
scenes, the other way around is usually much more private.  People very 
rarely see me in the role of dominant.  So there was a lot attention 
suddenly.

     "You've ignored me, you've ignored P'nyssa," I said.  I slammed the 
riding crop down hard on his upper back.  He started, rattling the 
table.  "And I'm not going to take it anymore."  I hit him again.

     "Ken!" he snarled.  "Please!"

     "Please WHAT?" I asked him, walking around to the front of the 
table and kneeling to look in his eye.  "Who said this had to be erotic?  
Who said you had to enjoy yourself?"  I stood up.  "Now shut up and 
Take. What. I. Give. You!" I growled, emphasizing every last word with a 
noisy, painful strike of the riding crop.

      "Your clothes are in the way.  Knife," I said, pointing to one of 
the people I'd asked to help me.  A small, beautiful leaf of a blade was 
soon in my hand, a maneuver Aaden must have appreciated since he knows 
had afraid I am of knives.  "So I'm going to cut them off."  He 
whimpered.  "Don't move, or I'll make a mistake."  Cutting the soft 
silken cloth off of his torso and legs wasn't difficult, although he did 
tremble a lot as I did so.  "There," I said.  "That's better."

      I walked around behind him, ran my hands over his now-naked ass, 
and then dropped two slashing strikes to each calf.  He moaned, throwing 
himself at the limits of his restraints.

     "Stop squirming!" I barked.  Two more to his thighs.  "Okay, that's 
it," I said.  "Blindfold and collar him."

     "No..." he whimpered pitifully.  I hit him on the shoulder, a 
powerful triple-tap.  "Shut up," I said.

     I have to admit, he looked really cute tied up like that.  And I 
hadn't drawn blood yet, which was something I have to watch out for, 
since I can't actually see his fell through his thick fur.  "You know, 
my favorite skunk love, I was going through my old diaries and journals, 
and I noticed a few things.  I still owe you, dear, I owe you lots.  I 
never did get back at you for that first scene, back at Michael's 
Underground."  I turned to make sure the one person I most needed for 
this scene, other than Aaden of course, was really here.  "I know what 
you hate, Aaden.  And I know what you fear."  I smiled, then snapped my 
fingers.  "Rope."

     A length of rope was placed in my hands by a tall, smiling Felinzi.   
 I reached down in front of Aaden's throat and threaded the rope through 
a small D-ring.  I pulled his huge, bushy tail up and out of the way, 
making access to his anus much easier to reach, tied three loops of rope 
around it and secure the two ends of the rope together with a half-hitch 
knot and panic loop.

     The four mels who had helped me secure him in the first place now 
slid a wide, square platform up behind Aaden, and then he whimpered 
loudly as he felt two broad, feline feet land to each side of his 
shoulders.  Then he felt the warm, broad body lay against his back.  He 
whimpered louder, crying almost.  "We all have our fears, Aaden."

     "Not a 'taur," he whispered.  "Please, Ken, not a 'taur."

     "It's only a Ssphynx, Aaden," I replied.  I looked down under the 
length of their bodies.  "Where it counts, a small one even.  It's not 
like I asked full-sized Centaur."  I chuckled.

     "Please, no."

     "Give me a good reason," I demanded.

     "They're so... big, and... powerful.  Please, Ken, it's too much, 
he's going to be too much."  Although I couldn't see them, I knew there 
were tears behind that blindfold.

     I looked down at him, grabbed his muzzle and pulled up roughly.  
Even blindfolded, he had to know I was staring at him.  "You listen, and 
you listen good.  I take 'taurs all the time.  You're just weak, Aaden."

     "I am not!"  He shouted.  "I have..."

     "You have what?" I snarled.  "That's it," I said, looking up at 
Ssphynx.  "You," I said, pointing to the Felinzi male who had handed me 
the rope and the knife, now standing at the other end of the table, "do 
the aiming.  And you," I said to the Ssphynx, "Take him."

     The Felinzi reached underneath the Ssphynx, and there was a moment 
of silence.  The Ssphynx backed up slightly, and then with cautious 
thrust pushed into Aaden.  Aaden bucked, thrashing and screaming.  "Were 
you... unready, Aaden?" I chided him.  "That's quite a bludgeon you've 
got inside you."  

     "It hurts," he moaned.  "Please, Ken, take him out.  Order him 
out."

     "Order him out?" I asked loudly, dropping to me knees until I was a 
cent from his nose.  "Are you going to make it?" I whispered, concerned.  
"You have a safeword, you know."

     "I don't... I don't know..." he said.  "It's not... not too far.  
I've taken more," he whispered back.  "This is just so... unlike you."

     I stood up and smiled, smoothing the fur on the top of his head.  
"Benefit of good training," I said, returning to a volume the audience 
could hear.  "Fuck him harder," I said to the Ssphynx.

     I slid a hand under his throat, feeling the table move with each 
thrust, feeling his howls and moans slide past underneath my palm, 
feeling his heart beat faster and his veins pulse harder.  Feeling his 
body react to the obscene, indignant violation.  I smiled, and tapped 
the Ssphynx on the forepaw.  "Hold up," I said.

     "Aaden," I smiled, "You are in a public space, tied down naked with 
80 people staring at you."  He moaned softly.  "A Ssphynx is perched 
above and fills your asshole.  And I'll let you in on a little secret.  
Your Ssphynx friend is female, and wearing a dildo."

     He raised his head slowly, as if to stare at me through the leather 
blind, and shook it, stunned.  All he could manage was a whisper, 
"No..."

     "Yes!" Trianna growled, bucking her haunches once to drive the 
dildo deeper into Aaden's tortured guts.  He howled and threw himself 
about with such force the oaken table creaked under his efforts.

     "That's right, Aaden," I snarled, grabbing his jaw again.  "You're 
getting fucked by a fem, dear, and for her pleasure.  Like I said, you 
don't have to like it, you just have to take it."

     "Please... Ken... "

     "Uh-uh," I said.  "Trianna, put him in his place."

     "No!" he shouted hoarsely, screaming and shaking the walls as 
Trianna put her hips into it, fucking his ass mercilessly.  This went on 
for a while;  I stood back to appreciate the sight of her soft, feminine 
body, outlined in grey and yellow fur, bucking against his very solid 
and masculine one, his skunk's pattern of black and white fur waving 
back and forth with every stroke.  Around her hips were the black straps 
of the harness, and from the sides I could see the dildo dangling from 
it and sliding between his solid, furry buttocks.  I wished for 
photographs.  They were beautiful together.

     I tapped Trianna on the paw again.  "Out," I said simply, smiling 
at her.  She nodded, grinning back, and slid out of him.  Aaden 
shuddered as the dildo slid out and dropped down.  I smiled and stepped 
into place behind his trembling body, slowly pulling the zipper down on 
my pants and tugging out my own erection.  With enough lubricant from 
Trianna's dildo already coating his entire butt and matting down his 
fur, I had no trouble sliding into him.  He whimpered gently, but I 
stretched out over him and whispered, "It's okay, lover... It's just 
me." 

     He nodded briefly, whimpering softly as I fucked him; his asshole 
was already quite stretched out from Trianna's dildo, and I wasn't 
getting much friction.  But for both of us, being on the receiving end 
of one another is strictly pleasure.  I wasn't going to lose my 
hardness, and he wasn't going to tell me to stop.  I looked down to see 
my cock sliding into his hole, my hips getting as slick as his cheeks 
with the overdose of lubricant sliding between us.  He was wonderfully 
warm, wonderfully sweet.

     I was surprised that my orgasm came at all, but there it was.  
Growing within me, alive and awake.  I was a little angry at him still, 
and I think even that fed my growing climax.  I grasped his hips and 
began slamming him hard; the audience seemed to fade into the 
background, going further and further away until finally I buried my 
cock inside him and I came, feeling not just my sex but my entire body 
pulse in time with him, his fears and his heartbeat.  I sighed gently, 
laying down atop him and holding him, wrapping my arms around him.

     From lying atop him, I looked up at one of the many people watching 
and said, "Untie him."

     People moved in from all angles to do as I had asked; it took less 
than a minute for him to be free.  I stood up, feeling my cock slide out 
of him; I put it back in my pants and pulled up the zipper, pretending 
as if nothing had just happened.  He was lying atop the table, unmoving.

     It was almost over.  I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and 
hauled him viciously off the table, dropping him to his knees on the 
floor in front of me.  He seemed barely able to move.  "Kiss my boot, 
Aaden," I said helpfully.

     He was still unmoving.  I slammed two painful strikes against his 
ass, then pressed the tip of the crop to the back of his neck and 
growled, "Kiss my boot, Aaden, or so help me I'll give you a reason to 
fear."  I shoved one forward under his nose.

     He moved, then, slowly leaning forward.  His thick, pink tongue 
reached out from his muzzle to slide along the toe of my boot, cleaning 
the hard black leather with his spit.  He seemed to get into it, 
wrapping his arms around my legs; I had to grab the table for balance as 
he leaned over and worshipped at my feet, kissing and licking my boots.  
I smiled and pressed my boot forward, under his chin, and lifted his 
face to look at me.  With a smile I reached down and pulled off the 
blindfold.  He looked up at me; there was wetness staining the lambswool  
within the blindfold, and more on the fur about his eyes.  "Thank me," I 
said gently.

     His muzzle moved to form the words "Thank you," but no sounds came 
out.

     "Thank me correctly," I said.  This was the end of the scene, and 
my voice lost it's 'toppish' quality.  I was just me again.

     He found his voice then.  "What more do you want?" he asked, 
reaching up and grabbing for my belt; I let him pull me to the ground, 
into his lap.  "Oh, Ken, thank you so much.  Thank you so much; I love 
you so much."  I wrapped my arms around him as he began laughing and 
crying at the same time.  He was no longer my submissive, no longer my 
bottom... he was just my friend, my lover.  I held him tight until he 
got most of the crying out of his system, then slowly stood up, reaching 
down a hand to help him up as well.  He took it, and together we pulled 
him into a standing position.  I gave him a hug, and then we turned to 
face the people watching us. 

     A completely spontaneous explosion of applause broke out, a 
seemingly honest expression of admiration and respect for what we had 
just done.  I beamed a wide smile, and so did Aaden; then he seemed to 
lose balance, and sagged back to sit on the table.  "Trianna!  Get me 
some water."

     She responded quickly, and I pressed the flagon into his hands.  He 
downed it quickly, and from a large wooden pitcher Trianna refilled it.  
He half-drained that one too, then looked up me, water dripping off his 
muzzle.  "You look silly, lover," I said.

     He laughed.  "No thanks to you," he said.  "You've got lube all 
over your silks," he said, touching my shirt.

     "Oh, well... they needed to be cleaned anyway."

     Kathy had been one of the many observers, obviously as we'd been 
using "her little girl" as one of the major props in tonight's scene.  
She walked over and said "That was incredible."

     "Thank you," I said, reaching out to beep her nose playfully.  For 
some reason, that seemed to have become the gesture of affection on 
board.

     "It really was.  But, uhm, Aaden?  Are you up for something?"

     "Depends.  What is it?"

     "Think you can give Trianna a hug?" she asked, leaning in quietly 
to whisper, "And when you've got her, don't let go."

     He nodded.  "I think I can do that.  Gimme a few minutes, though?"

     She smiled "Thanks."

     "Just let me recover some more," he said, finishing off the water 
he had and holding his flagon out for a refill, which Trianna carefully 
gave him.

     "Trianna," I said after a time when I thought Aaden looked good 
enough to go on, "Come here."

     "Yes, Master," she addressed me correctly.

     "Give Aaden a hug, and thank him for the evening."

     She smiled wide and reached out her arms.  Aaden hopped off the 
table to wrap his muscular arms around her, locked his wrists together 
behind her humanoid half and held her in place.  "Don't move, child," 
Kathy snarled gently in her ear.

     "D... Daddy?"

     Kathy ran her hand gently down Tria's humanoid back, then along the 
more animal 'taur half until she reached her croup, stroking her tail 
softly.  People were pointing at them, noticing that something had 
started up again by our table.  "You made a mistake, Trianna.  Ken told 
you to be silent for the scene."

     "I... I thought..."

     "Yes, Trianna?"

     "I thought that was so he wouldn't know it was me."

     I chuckled darkly and answered her unspoken question.  "It was so 
he wouldn't know it was a female.  But your order was to stay silent 
through the whole thing unless told otherwise.  Ken didn't say you could 
speak after he knew who you were."

     Kathy continued, "You made a mistake.  And mistakes need to be 
punished."

     "Yes... Daddy."

     Kathy reached up to scratch her gently between her ears.  "You're 
learning.  Now then, Trianna, you've only been my child for four weeks 
now.  So we're going to be gentle tonight.  Two punishments.  Are you 
ready to hear them?"

     She didn't turn to look, which was good.  She just nodded silently, 
then said, "Yes, Ma'am."

     "Your first punishment is that you will take ten swats from me, 
right here, and right now.  That is why Aaden is holding you."  She 
walked around behind Tria and took careful aim at her croup, then 
brought the riding crop down with all the strength she could muster.  
Tria yelped.

     She took each blow slowly, carefully, and very forcefully.  I guess 
she wanted Tria to absorb each one, to feel each one; a common enough 
rhythm of punishment.  By her fourth Trianna's four feet were prancing 
with pain and avoidance.  By the sixth she was openly sobbing, and by 
the tenth she couldn't help her screaming.

     Kathy straddled her body from behind, tapping Aaden on the shoulder 
to give her room; he backed away.  She held her up, nuzzling her soft 
ears and kissing the back of her neck.  "Good girl," she whispered 
softly.  "You took your punishment like a good girl."

     "D... Daddy?" she moaned back softly.

     "Yes, Trianna?"

     "What is my second punishment, Daddy?"

     "There is no second punishment, Trianna.  I've decided one is 
enough tonight."

     "Thank you, thank you, Daddy," she said, nuzzling Kathy as she said 
it.

     "To home with you, then, Trianna.  I'll see you when I get there."  
Kathy got off of Trianna's back and swatted her behind with her hand.  
"Go."

     She nodded, walking slowly and with head bowed out the door.

     Aaden whistled low.  "You've only been with her four weeks?  Wow.  
I'm impressed."

     Kathy nodded.  "She a remarkable person.  It's rare I meet someone 
as tough as she is.  Or as fragile."

     Aaden nodded, wrapping his arms around me as he talked.  "I know I 
was never that strong, in the beginning."  He laid his muzzle on my 
shoulder and sighed, "I love you, Ken.  Thank you."

     "Promise you won't ignore me quite so much?"

     "I promise," he said softly.  Then his paw slid up under my hair 
and closed.  Not enough to make me fall to a kneel, but enough to remind 
me of which the energy in our relationship usually flowed.  "Next time, 
though..." he growled gently, letting go.

     I laughed.  "Next time, lover."  

--
"Planetfall: Shardik's Revenge"
The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., and Related Tales 
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