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     Journal Entry 150 / 1026

     "The arctic caps of this planet are so tiny, it's almost a surprise 
there's any ice at all here," Olivia said, carefully slicing through an 
ice core where she'd found a bug buried.  She extracted the sample with 
tongs and slid the tray into a melting chamber set at 1 above zero and 
no gravity extant.  "But they hold more than a few surprises."

     "This planet is slowing down," I pointed out.  "That's what's 
causing Battia's panic, and she's right.  The core of Battia II is going 
to solidify; this planet is virtually outside the solar temperate zone 
that we normally assume is indicative of sentient life.  Without that 
solar radiation, the systems that keep this planet going are freezing up 
much faster than then would on, say, llerkin or Terra."

     "What keeps it going?"  Lindsay sat on the floor of the tent, 
examining details on a PADD.

     "That should be obvious," I said.  "It spins so fast the friction 
between fluids moving at different speeds within the core generate tons 
of heat.  But this place is going cold quick."

     Visiting a south pole is not my idea of a holiday, but a coring 
team had found a strange pocket of thousands of insects-- excuse me, 
bugs-- and bugs are Olivia's speciality.  She had invited me along.  
Lindsay, keeping with her self-appointed crash-education in things 
Pendorian, especially Shardiks, had asked to come along.

     Olivia removed a sample she had begun thawing a few hours earlier 
and slid it under the microscope.  Watching on the big screen while she 
ran the mouse to various bodily characteristics, labeled them and 
demanded search and match routines, she seemed completely wrapped up in 
her work.

     I stretched and rose from my chair, walking to a terminal on the 
other side of the room and asking for weather and other security 
reports.  Weather: cold, cold, and more cold.  Security risks: What 
security risks?  The bugs weren't even a threat out here.  I occupied my 
time by examining my mail and reading news.  Lindsay eased up and sat 
down on the floor, leaning her back against one of the sample cabinets.  
She wore a silly cap with the Inquiry logo on it to restrain her lovely, 
silly long hair while she stuffed some jerked meat into her mouth.  I 
looked down at her and smiled, shaking my head.  "Ken?" she asked, 
gesturing for me to lean over.

     "Yeah?" I asked, lowering my voice as she apparently wanted.

     "She doesn't like me, does she?"

     "I don't know.  To be honest, that's not something I'm really good 
at noticing.  So I wouldn't know unless she told me."

     "I get this sense that she's not happy to see me sometimes.  I 
mean... it's obvious you and she have some sort of friendship, and 
knowing you that extends to the bedroom, but I'm not here to get in the 
way."

     I nodded.  "You want me to ask her about it?"

     "Could you?  I mean, don't make it sound like I asked, but... ask 
her?"

     "I'll do my best."


     My opportunity to ask didn't come until later that night.  Olivia 
had been working obsessively for the past nine hours while Lindsay and I 
went over Pendor's history lessons.  I guided her through some of the 
basic material, showing her where the writings of Terrans and llerkindi 
could be found so she could read the opinions of the other side.  
Several members of the scouting team wandered through, and at one point 
a handsome Uncia brought us all something to eat, for which I was 
grateful.  "How's the weather?" I asked.

     "Not bad," he replied.  "Cold.  Glad to have a pilot around, 
especially one with medical skill."

     I smiled and shrugged.  "That's what I'm here for.  To patch up the 
minor injuries and fly the major ones home.  It's good that we haven't 
had any."

     "Yeah."

     Motion to my right caught my eye as he walked out the airlock 
again, and I turned just in time to see Olivia shaking her head and 
yawning wide.  I walked over to her and placed my hands on her 
shoulders.  "You should get some sleep, sweetheart."

     "But, these are..."
     

     "I know.  They're significant and important.  Let the waldoes 
finish the storage, and you can do the classifications later."

     She nodded.  "Okay."

     "O?  Do you want some company?"

     She looked at me with some surprise.  "You want to sleep with me?"

     "You're the reason I took this shift on the godsforsaken buttside 
of Battia, Olivia.  Of course I want to sleep with you."

     "But--"  She cast a glance at Lindsay.  "What about your friend?"

     "She understands that I came down here for you.  She came down here 
to be with me, and we talked about it.  As long as I'm here, you have 
priority."

     Olivia's eyes widened a little and then she gave me a small smile.  
"I want your company, Ken."

     "Then you have it.  Lindsay, you know where your bedding is, 
right?"

     She nodded, grinning.  "Go get some sleep.  Ken, if something comes 
up I'll wake you."

     "Do that."  I scooted Olivia towards the sleeping quarters and 
closed the door behind us.  As she slumped down onto the sleeping pad, 
she said, "Ken... I'm sorry."

     "Sorry?  For what?"

     "I don't even know her, but... I'm frightened of her."

     I grinned.  "Well, I'm glad for one thing.  When I first met you, 
you dealt with our friendship and our lovemaking better than most 
people.  I couldn't imagine getting jealous now, unless maybe you'd come 
to expect my attention."

     "There's a little of that," she admitted.  "But it's..."  She 
sighed and clasped her hands together.  "Ken, I'm small for my species, 
and my species is the smallest on all of Pendor.  I have a big brain, I 
accept that," she grinned.  "I'm one of those people who actually does 
something and not sit around all day absorbing media created by other 
people to occupy time.  But... I hate feeling intimidated by someone I 
really want to like."

     "Does she really frighten you that much?"

     "Look at her hands, Ken!  Just look at her hands once.  She could 
wrap one of those hands completely around my midsection and just... 
squeeze, and I'd be done for!  She's a giant.  And I'm afraid that, 
unlike Centaurs and the like, her kind's not used to looking down and 
not stepping on us Mustela."  She also lowered her voice.  "The other 
thing is that I really want to like her, and, well, if I liked her the 
way I really wanted to, I'm afraid I'd never be able to satisfy her."
     

     "We could find out."

     She froze, staring at the bed, then snapped her head in my 
direction.  "You mean that?"

     "Sure, why not?" I asked, spreading my arms wide.  "We can always 
ask.  There's no harm in asking, is there?"

     "What if she says no?"

     "If she says no there are 36 other Han to ask, and more on the 
way," I laughed, standing and walking towards the door.  "You want I 
should... ?"

     "Wait," she said.  "What are you going to do?"

     "I'm going to go ask her if she would come in and talk to you.  
We're going to talk about sex.  If we can't agree on sex, we'll 
negotiate at least getting some rest together, all three of us.  We'll 
see if we can't work something out."

     Olivia stuck her pointer finger into her muzzle and gnawed on her 
clawtip for a moment.  "Okay," she nodded.  "Go ask."

     I crept back into the main room; Lindsay was sitting and reading a 
book.  I tried to look at her from Olivia's angle, and I really 
understood what my friend was telling me.  Lindsay doesn't intimidate me 
because I know I can handle her size; there are Centaurs and Ssphynxes 
who outmass her by a good bit.  But from Olivia's perspective, Lindsay 
truly was gigantic.  I shivered just to think of it.

     She must have heard something because she turned around to notice 
me.  "Hi.  I thought you were going to bed."

     I pushed off the doorframe I was leaning against and took a seat at 
her table.  "I talked to Olivia."

     "And?"

     "I think she lusts after you."

     "WHAT?"  Lindsay's face reflected sheer disbelief.

     "We were talking.  She... she really wants to like you, and I think 
part of her adventurous soul is dying to know what you're like as a 
lover, but she's frightened of you."

     "Why?"

     "Why?  Could it be that she weighs around 40 kilograms and you 
weigh, what? 240?"

     "235," Lindsay corrected me.

     "Five kilos is twelve percent of her bodyweight," I pointed out.  I 
smiled to myself, appreciating just how fast I'd done that calculation 
without AI assistance.  I'd always been a lightning calculator.  
"Regardless, you still weight nearly six times her weight.  And you're 
scaled up everywhere, Lindsay, compared to her, no matter how short 
other Han think you are.  Not to mention being magnificently hung even 
for your own species.  Where did a nice little girl like you get such a 
big dick?"

     She shrugged and smiled.  "I guess all my growth went to... other 
things."  

     "I guess," I chuckled.  "So, do you want to join Olivia and I, and 
we can just talk?"

     "That's all?"

     "We'll talk first.  If we come to some sort of agreement, then we 
can talk about having sex."

     She smiled.  "I never imagined myself in this position."

     "Nobody does," I said, grinning.  "Come on."  We stood up, and 
again I tried to see things from Olivia's point of view; I came up to 
about Lindsay's navel; Olivia came up to just above mine.  From that 
point of view, Olivia was kissing Lindsay's kneecaps.  I shook my head 
and tried to figure how this night was to turn out.  We walked back to 
the bedroom, where Olivia had turned up the heat to keep the room warm 
enough to strip comfortably.  She was lying under the covers, waiting 
for us to return.  Or at least for me to return.  "Olivia?" I asked.

     "Ken?"

     "Come sit.  I brought Lindsay, and we're going to talk."  Lindsay 
sat on the edge of the bed, and Olivia pulled herself out from under the 
covers to sit cross-legged across from her.  "First, say 'Hello.'"

     "Hi," Lindsay said softly.

     "Hi," Olivia replied.  "I'm sorry for being so cold to you 
earlier."

     Lindsay shook her head, her eyes closed.  "That's okay.  Ken, I 
don't know if this is going to work.  She might be right; I can't 
imagine the two of us making love, and..."

     "And nothing," I interrupted.  "I can imagine you two making love.  
I can even direct, but I'd rather not.  There should be nothing that a 
little ingenuity can't cure to keep two sentients from loving one 
another and giving each other pleasure.  You two aren't lovers, but 
Olivia here at least expressed curiosity, saying she wanted to like 
you."

     Lindsay smiled.  "I like that.  You want to like me?"

     Olivia nodded.  "I do.  You're very likeable.  It's hard to 
describe, but... when I first met you this morning, I got the impression 
that you were looking for something, but you couldn't really say what it 
was.  I wanted to be protective of you.  Isn't that silly?  Me, 
protective of you?"

     "You're a lot older than I am," Lindsay replied.  "I know enough to 
defer to people who've been around a lot more than I have.  Besides, you 
know the Pendorian Way better than I do, too."

     Olivia laughed.  "As if there were one."

     "Well," I said, "You two seem to be getting along well.  Should I 
give you two time to talk this out?"

     "Absolutely not," Olivia said.  "You started this, you're going to 
stay around and watch what happens.  Some scientist you are!  Don't you 
even know you're supposed to test your hypotheses?  Besides, we might 
need you for some of those hints."

     Lindsay suddenly reached down and scooped Olivia up into her arms, 
depositing the small reddish-brown weaselmorph into her lap.  "See?" 
Olivia asked.  "I told you she could just scoop me up and have her way 
with me.  I bet you could do that with one hand," she said to Lindsay.

     "Probably," Lindsay agreed.

     "Spoken like a true penisbearer," I said. "Taking the initiative."

     "You want initiative?" Olivia asked.  She turned around in 
Lindsay's lap, stood up (which put her about even with Lindsay's lovely 
breasts), pulled on the collar of Lindsay's shirt until the taller fem 
(I absolutely refuse to call Han 'herms') leaned over, and then kissed 
hard.  Lindsay seemed a bit surprised, but she also warmed to Olivia's 
kiss pretty quickly.  Their size differences meant little to the two of 
them that way, except that Lindsay was probably a lot sloppier than 
Olivia had anticipated.  "How's that for initiative?"

     Lindsay gasped softly.  "It'll do."  She reached down underneath 
Olivia and 'adjusted' herself.  

     I chuckled.  "Getting a little aroused, Lindsay-love?"

     She nodded.  "Yeah, I am."  She pulled Olivia close and hugged her.  
"And it's all your fault."

     "My fault?" Olivia said.  "Well, if I'm to blame already, then I've 
got nothing to lose by making it worse, have I?"  Her hands slid down 
the outside of Lindsay's cloth-covered crotch, but when her hands found 
what she was looking for, her eyes widened.  "My Fah!"

     "I had nothing to do with that!" I insisted.

     "Unbelievable," Olivia said.  "Maybe I agreed to this experiment a 
little too quickly."

     "Now, now," I said.  "Just because she's bigger than most Centaurs 
doesn't mean you should reconsider, Olivia.  There's a lot more to 
lovemaking than someone's dick."

     Lindsay nodded, again scooping Olivia into her hands and slowly 
laying her down on the bed, her head against the pillow.  The gesture 
she used was one she would be using several months later, as a mother.  
Olivia was right; in Lindsay's hands she was little more than a toy, 
physically.  "There's loving someone's pussy," Lindsay said.  Her muzzle 
pressed to Olivia's bellyfur, and Olivia gasped softly.  "Olivia, you'll 
have to forgive me if I'm no good at this.  But I've never made love to 
someone with a clitoris before."

     Olivia looked down the length of her body and into Lindsay's eyes, 
then nodded.  "Just... just do your best."

     Lindsay grinned and slid her massive head between Olivia's 
diminutive thighs, extending her long and sinuous tongue up against 
Olivia's exposed sex.  Olivia gasped and spread her legs wider.

     Lindsay stretched out the length of the bed, which fortunately was 
big enough that only her shins and feet hung over the edge.  She pressed 
her rounded muzzle against Olivia's crotch.  I could see her tongue 
flickering like a snake over Olivia's mound, searching and seeking.

     Lindsay turned her head to me.  "Ken?  This is embarrassing, but 
could you show me where everything is?"

     "I, I could do that," Olivia gasped.

     "I want Ken to," Lindsay insisted.  I uncurled from my perch on the 
edge of the bed and slithered over to where the two beautiful but so 
very different fems lay together.

     "Hold her open, Lindsay," I said.  "Two fingers, right up there.  
Right."  Olivia was squirming, rubbing her furry butt against the rough 
material of the blanket and whimpering.  "You'll get more in a minute."  
I started at the bottom, pointing out to Lindsay where the parts she was 
familiar with were, then starting over the small flap of the inner labia 
I pointed out Olivia's urethra, clit and hood.  "Feel this?" I said, 
cupping my hands over her mons veneris.  "That pad is there to protect 
the pubic bone."

     Lindsay nodded.  I giggled, feeling a little like a coach.  "That's 
it," I said, "Lick around the hood.  Right."  Olivia's hands were 
tearing at the sheets with a combination of lust and frustration, and 
when she finally came her shouts echoed against the plastic walls of our 
inflatable shelter.

     "Sounds like someone had fun," I observed.

     "Yes!" Olivia gasped.  "Yes, I did."

     Lindsay's face was plastered with Olivia's sweet juices, and I 
pulled Lindsay closer to me and licked them off.  She sighed gently at 
the touch of my tongue.

     "You two are still wearing clothes!" the little Mustel said.  "Get 
them off, get them off!"

     "Initiative," I said, wiggling my eyebrows at Lindsay.  She 
giggled.

     "This is initiative," Olivia said, lunging for my body and pulling 
off my sweater.  I struggled for the clasp of my pants, tossing them and 
their powerpack aside.  I hate cold-weather clothing.  My cock sprang 
free, bouncing up against my belly.  Olivia's eyes widened.  "You're 
ready," she said.

     "Guess so," I said, flicking at the head of my cock with my 
fingers.

     Olivia turned her head towards Lindsay, and shook her head.  "I 
can't believe I'm thinking of this."

     "Thinking of what?" Lindsay said.

     "I want you to get inside me, Lindsay."

     "What?"  Both Lindsay and I said that in tandem.

     Olivia nodded.  "I want you to fuck me, Lindsay.  But first," she 
turned to me.  "You're going to warm me up!"

     "My work is never-ending," I chuckled.  "How?"

     Olivia said, "I want you to take me on my knees."

     "A difficult assignment," I laughed, relishing the idea of taking 
my favorite Mustel on the whole planet in my favorite position.  I 
pushed Olivia to the bed, kissing her muzzle, licking her cheeks.  She 
kissed back, her kisses filled with impassioned moans as my hand cupped 
her mound and squeezed gently.

     I rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips into a 
kneeling position.  With one easy push my cock slid into her sopping, 
hungry cunt.  She gasped softly, and then I began fucking her earnestly.  
"Lindsay," I said.  "Get in front of her.  Show her your cock; let her 
know what she's getting herself into."

     The giant Han scuttled around the bed until she was in front of 
Olivia.  "Look up, my little friend," she said.

     Olivia had already started into her first cycle of orgasms, coming 
with almost every deep thrust into her.  Her body was shuddering, but 
she managed to look up-- directly at Lindsay's monster penis.  "My Fah!" 
she gasped, leaning forward with her mouth open.  Her tiny hands could 
barely handle it as Lindsay scooted her hips a little closer, allowing 
Olivia to at least kiss her cock.  But Olivia wasn't satisfied with just 
kisses.  She couldn't even get the head into her mouth, but in her 
orgasmic and lust-driven moans she was doing her best.

     I grabbed her about her waist and thrust my cock into her over and 
over.  She was completely lost to the ecstasy of lovemaking with two 
cocks at her disposal, and I could hardly blame her, having been there 
myself once in a while.  Her cunt was gripping my cock, massaging it 
with muscle spasms each time she came, each and every thrust.  Her lusty 
whimpers slid out from between her lips and Lindsay's cock.  I have 
trouble holding back where Olivia is concerned just because she's so 
wonderful, and when I came I yelled loud enough I hoped the guys in the 
tent next door didn't hear.

     "Lindsay," I said.  "Now."

     Lindsay rose up and took my position.  "Ken," she whispered.  "This 
isn't going to work."

     I tossed a pillow onto the floor at the foot of the bed.  "Sure it 
is."  I seized the still-trembling Olivia by her ankles and pulled her 
to the edge of the bed until her legs were dangling over the edge.  
"Lindsay, get on the floor."

     Lindsay figured out what I meant quickly.  Kneeling on the pillow, 
her cock was just a cent lower than Olivia's already wet cunny.  After 
handing Lindsay a bottle of lubricant, I lay down on the bed, my head 
near Olivia's, and hooked my hands under Olivia's arms to keep her from 
sliding off the bed.  "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

     She didn't even look at me.  Her head just nodded.  I nodded to 
Lindsay, and said "O, when you say stop, everything stops instantly."

     "I know.  Lindsay," she gasped, "Do it."

     Lindsay was stroking her huge shaft, slathering it with lube until 
I could see the stuff dripping off her fingers and her cock and onto the 
floor.  I watched as her cock disappeared out of sight below the curve 
of Olivia's buttocks, and then I felt Olivia jump slightly.  Lindsay 
aimed with her left hand, her right hand around Olivia's waist, and she 
pushed in.  Olivia trembled harder, and then began whipping her head 
back and forth against the bed.  I gave a "little more" gesture with my 
hand, and Lindsay applied a little more pressure.  Olivia whimpered 
softly, again, and then suddenly she let out an ear-splitting "Oh-My-
FAaaaiiieee!" as Lindsay visibly sank into her.  "Oh, Fah, Oh, Fah, I'm 
being SPLIT IN HALF!"

     Lindsay started to slide, but I shook my head.  "That wasn't a 
stop, Lindsay."
     "NO!" Olivia said.  "No, don't stop.  Oh, please, Lindsay, just 
give me a minute.  Don't take it out!"

     "Are you okay?"  Lindsay sounded earnestly worried.

     "I hope so," Olivia replied, making me smile.  "Okay," she said.  
"Go slow."

     Lindsay went very slow, sliding out until the head was tugging at 
the mouth of Olivia's cunt, then slowly pushed back in.  "You can take 
almost all of me!" Lindsay gasped, amazed.

     "That's good," Olivia said.  "More."

     Lindsay reached down and grabbed the base of her cock, measuring 
how much depth Olivia could take.  She began to slowly, easily make love 
to Olivia, taking her time and allowing Olivia to loosen up and take 
more of her.  Her breasts wobbled in time with her thrusts.  And, not 
for the first time, I wondered why I'd never created a hermaphrodite 
species, since these examples were so very beautiful.  Then again, maybe 
fate meant for these beautiful Han, and especially the lovely Lindsay, 
to come my way.

     Lindsay's thrusts were working their way into Olivia's pattern, and 
soon she was moaning.  "Ken!" Olivia groaned between thrusts, her hands 
twisting to point past me.  "Give me that pillow!"  I gave it to her, 
and she slid it under her head.  I wondered why she wanted it, and then 
she gave me her answer.  She began pushing off the edge of her bed with 
her knees, meeting Lindsay's solid thrusts with her own, and her 
whimpers grew to moans and finally full-fledged screams of pleasure 
muffled only by the pillow.  Her hands pounded and punched at the bed, 
and only my holding her under the arms kept her from flying away.  My 
own cock, already well-treated by her beautiful body, was resurging to 
its full length.  Too bad I had my hands full.

     Lindsay's thrusts were powerful and direct, and I smiled up into 
her heavenly, golden eyes.  She smiled at me, and then her face 
contorted with final pleasure as she gasped "Yes!" and climaxed inside 
Olivia's sweet, clasping cunt.

     As she slid out, I slowly pulled Olivia onto the bed; fortunately, 
she was very light.  I eased her between my legs, taking her drool-
sodden pillow and placing it under her back, resting her head against my 
shoulders.  Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head and her 
breathing was ragged.  I let her come down slowly as Lindsay sat down 
next to me and reached out to stroke the back of Olivia's head.  
Olivia's jaw moved slowly, forming words, and I leaned over to hear her 
say "Oh, fah, oh, fah, so good, so good..."  I gave Lindsay a thumbs-up 
and she beamed back at me.

     Slowly her eyelids stopped spasming and her eyes refocused on the 
real world.  "Olivia?" I said.

     "Huh?"  She lifted her head, said, "Oh my Fah," and collapsed back 
against my shoulder.  "Oh, fah," she sighed, and suddenly tears flowed 
from her eyes.  Lindsay gave me a concerned glance, and I shrugged my 
shoulders to say I didn't know.

     Olivia lifted her head again, casting about.  When she found 
Lindsay, she turned in my arms and crawled to Lindsay, grasping her by 
the thick fur about her collarbone and holding her.  "Oh, Lindsay.  Oh, 
Lindsay.  If I can do that with you..." she sighed.  "Anything is 
possible."

     Lindsay hugged Olivia gently, and I reached over and hugged both of 
them, sandwiching Olivia between our two larger bodies.  She moaned and 
kissed my cheek, since I was in range.  "Thank both of you," she sighed.

     "You're very welcome."

     "Ken?" Olivia asked.  "Is that your hard-on poking me in the rear?"

     I chuckled.  "Yeah.  Just watching you two got me going again."

     "I... I don't think I could take more," she said.

     "I'm not asking you to."

     "But I felt like I could go on forever."

     I kissed her throat.  "Ah, the war between reason and desire goes 
on forever.  Maybe someday, sweetheart, we'll line up a dozen people 
bearing penises, real or not, and see where your limits really lie."

     Olivia looked at me with her eyes full of desire.  "Only... Only if 
I get to pick the dozen people."

     "Deal.  Any ideas?"

     "You, Lindsay, Niaro, Prio..."  She stopped.  "Those Ssphynx you 
know, Dao and Tri... Trianna."  Her fingers ticked off some names I 
didn't know.  "But definitely you two."

     Lindsay stroked Olivia's fur and said, "I'd be honored."

     Leaning back and stretching my aching back, I said "We need new 
pillows."

     "How so?"

     "This one is covered in Mustela drool, the one on the floor with 
Mustela juices, Han semen, Human semen, and lubricant.  Biohazards for 
sure.  I've got one in my quarters.  How about you?"

     Lindsay nodded.  "I've got a spare in my bedroom.  Should I get 
them?"

     I nodded.  Lindsay slowly eased Olivia down to the bed, then 
climbed out of bed, cursing softly.  "Stiff muscles?" I asked.

     She nodded, and I chuckled.  "That happens."  I rose from the bed 
and retrieved towels while Lindsay left to get her pillow.  I handed one 
to Olivia, who cleaned herself as well as she could, considering that 
two people had come inside her.  And this was while Lindsay's semen 
production was at an all time-low!  I was amazed.

     Lindsay returned, and the three of us crawled into bed together.  I 
turned down the heat while Olivia got the lights.  We curled up like 
three spoons in a drawer, Olivia on the inside, me in the middle, and 
Lindsay wrapping herself around us like a warm, friendly, and very 
beautiful comforter.

--
"Planetfall: Comfort From The Cold"
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