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"It doesn't make sense?" Skii asked. "Think about it. What happens to Pendorian curiosity if the name, genealogy, and identification of every animal, every plant, every landform around you has already been done?"
"Then…" What Skii was telling him hit Garth with surprise. "You're telling me that Ken destroyed that database because it would have made things too easy?"
"That's about right." Skii shrugged again. "I don't know. It makes sense to me. Maybe not to you, but it does to me."
"Oh, it makes sense in a twisted kind of way." Garth sat down, looked at his bowl. "I'm going to get more stew. Anyone want more?"
They both shook their heads. When he returned Kiza was already stretching and yawning. "I'm tired."
"Sailing will do that, especially if you're not experienced," Skii said. "Kiza, I have all these vehicles that we can use while Garth is here, but I don't know if you own any. Do you?"
"Uh…" Kiza blushed a little, wrapping her tail around herself. Garth thought she looked adorable. "Powered armor?"
"You have a suit of powered armor?" Garth asked.
"Yeah. You do?" Skii added, sounding equally surprised.
"Yeah," Kiza replied, blushing more. "It's an experiment we were working on in engineering. I'm part of a development team for high-pressure and caustic atmospheres."
"You should talk to my sister, Molinar. She's really into those experiments."
"I might have something that she's using as a production model now," Kiza admitted. "I know what Molly does; I talked to her at the picnic. Anyway, I can show you my silly suit later. I'm going to bed."
"Goodnight," Skii said. "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier!"
"Thank you!" she said. "Goodnight, Garth!"
"Goodnight, Kiza!" He waved as she disappeared down into the cabin
Skii looked over at Garth. "You know, we didn't make any sleeping arrangements."
"You don't suppose she assumes…" He gestured with his hands between the two of them. "I mean, that you… and me… I…"
Skii smiled. "I wouldn't be surprised," he said. "I told you earlier that I found you handsome."
"But… I…"
"Don't tell me. You don't like boys."
"No, I do!" Garth felt flustered. "I mean, well, I didn't mean to make it sound like that." He threw his hands down into his lap in frustration, then stood up and walked to the edge of the boat, leaning over and looking out over the rapidly darkening sea. Overhead, the stars were coming in one by one, and the arc of the Ring of Pendor filled the sky from dark horizon to dark horizon. It glowed faintly in reflected light like the Moon he was familiar with. He looked around but didn't find Pindam. Finally he found words. "Look, I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but I don't know."
"I don't understand," Skii said. "Was that too quick? Too direct?
"No, no, nothing like that. Look, on Pendor, your species is common, right?"
"Yeah," Skii said. "So?"
"On Terra, Katckin is not a common species. Not even three hundred years after our… 'manufacture.'" Garth nearly spat the last word out. "People always want to sleep with me, just because it'll be something different."
Skii laughed softly. And then he laughed again, louder.
"What?"
"I use that all the time!"
"Use what?"
"That 'being different' bit. One of the places near Shardik Castle is a touristy little village. People live there because it amuses them to deal with Terrans and other offworlders, you know, tourists. It's a 'trap,' as people call it. I go to the hotel there sometimes to pick up Terrans and seduce them."
"Did you think it would work on me?"
"To be honest, I didn't know. Nickolai is very discerning; he sees through things sometimes when other's don't. He caught on very quickly.
"He's also not into males."
"Well, that too," Skii said. "Although he said he might be willing to try with me. Anyway, I figured a roommate of his is either completely dense or as crack as he is. Somehow you fall in between somewhere. You're an okay guy, Garth."
"Thanks," the Katckin smiled. "But I'm not like you, Skii. I sorta resent the fact that people just want me for my body."
"It's going to happen to everyone sometime, you know. Someone is going to want you for your body."
"Yeah, well, it's really rough on the Terran Genenned."
"'Jenenned?' That's a terran word covering Katckins and Neorats?"
"Yeah. It means Genetically Engineered. Gen-En'd. They either hate us or want us, and usually it's a mix of the two."
Garth felt Skii's hand touch his shoulder. "Hey, things are different on Pendor."
"But they're not!" Garth said, turning around. "Or, maybe they're too different. Look at you, Skii. You're everything I could ever hope to be."
Skii put his hand over Garth's muzzle, then closed the distance and kissed Garth's cheek softly. "So?"
Garth shivered slightly. "I have had only two Katckin lovers, Skii, and they were both female. I really lean that way most of the time," he said, his voice breathless.
"And tonight?" Skii slowly slid his hand down Garth's furred chest "I… I don't know." Garth steadied himself holding the jib cable. "I would… I do want to. I just…"
"I'll stop if you ask me to. It'll be that simple. I won't stop liking you. Tell me now, Garth."
"You stuck your tongue out, Skii, when you were talking about Greek plays. Did you ever watch any?"
Caught off-guard by the question, Skii took a second to form an answer. "A few. Why?"
"Imagine a twisted Narcissus making love to his perfect image. Would he be happy afterwards?"
Skii stopped his hand's slow descent. He looked at Garth and Garth felt the stare hit him like warm water. "Listen," Skii said. "You are not Narcissus, you are not twisted, and I am not perfect."
"You're closer to perfect then I'll ever be," Garth said. "Maybe I should walk the Hall with the morphing turned on."
Skii blinked, looked down at Garth, and began laughing again, only this time the laughter was full-strength and unrestrained. "Oh, Garth, do you know what would happen?"
"What?"
"You'd either come out as a Tindal, a 'Taur, or as yourself!"
"What?"
"Seriously!" Skii said. "You would! People who go through the Hall with body image problems always get a species that will give them the same headaches. It's part of the process."
"What process?"
"Learning to live with yourself." Skii sighed for a moment. "Look at me. I'm not perfect, but I've learned to live with it. I'm just this Katckin. I get furknots and a kinked tail and earburrs just like everyone else."
Garth nodded abashedly. "It's so hard."
"Look," Skii said. "All I said was that I wanted you. Can you give me a 'yes,' 'no,' or 'wait' answer?"
"You were getting pretty convincing there," Garth said.
"I was?" Skii replied. "When?"
"Guess," Garth whispered.
Skii smiled, and Garth could see that he was suddenly as much a part of the game as Skii was. Skii reached out a hand and touched Garth's chest. "Was it here?"
"Not quite there." Garth's heart beat faster. He did want this, but his anxiety was beating a loud drum behind his chest.
Skii's hand slid down further. "Then it was here," he asked.
"Actually, that's less convincing."
Skii looked puzzled, and then comprehension dawned in his eyes. Garth knew he had it figured out, and steeled himself for the anticipated moment. "Then…" Ski leaned over and kissed Garth's cheek. "It was here."
Garth didn't speak. Skii moved a little further down Garth's muzzle and kissed him just at the juncture of his jaw. "And if I do this, am I more convincing?"
"Mmm-hmm," Garth whimpered softly. Skii's hands caressed his chestfur, stroking against the grain and making him shiver. He turned his head slightly and kissed Skii's mouth back.
Skii parted his muzzle slightly and his tongue reached out to stroke Garth's lips. Garth did the same thing, tasting Skii's tongue for the first time with his. Skii's breath was warm and sweet in his feline-sensitive nostrils, and he found himself getting turned on by the proximity and closeness he felt with the Felinzi.
"It's warm out," Skii breathed.
"Didn't you say it was going to rain?"
"Later," Skii replied. "Right now I think we should grab a blanket and not bother Kiza."
"Good idea," Garth agreed. "You know where everything is."
"I even know where I've got oil."
"You don't like fucking?"
"I… I just don't know if I could take it."
Skii touched his cheek softly. "Then you can do me. I can."
Garth chuckled. "Go get the stuff."
Skii returned with a small pouch and a heavy sleeping quilt. Between the bows of each of the outer hulls and the center hull on the Succubus someone had strung netting. Each side had a different quality of netting, however; on the starboard side, it was thick rope with twenty to thirty centimeters of space on a side of the holes; on the port side, it was fine mesh, rather like a tight hammock. Skii threw the blanket over that one.
The night held a surprising amount of heat and Garth found himself willingly shedding his clothes as Skii did the same thing. Garth crawled onto the blanket, feeling a little frightened, really, by the sounds of the water lapping so close to him, even if he was at least a meter and half up from it. Skii joined him, crawling over the blanket.
They sat, looking at each other. Then they smiled, simultaneously, and fell upon each other, kissing wildly. Garth's tongue explored Skii's mouth, tasting his tongue and breath. They rolled over, Garth coming out on top, licking Skii's nose playfully. "You're so…"
"Don't say perfect," Skii interrupted quickly.
"No," Garth said, shaking his head., "Just right." He leaned down and kissed Skii's muzzle. They rolled again, pressing furry body to furry body. "I… I've never done this with a furred male."
"I've never done this with a Katckin. We're even, okay?" Skii smiled and pressed in, kissing Garth's throat. "You smell good."
Garth didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't say anything; he just moaned instead. Skii kissed his way down Garth's body, finding all the little ticklish spots that made Garth moan and squirm even more. Skii's muzzle kissed the inside of his thigh, the tip of his nose drawing slowly across his scrotum. Garth's legs trembled with anticipation, but Skii just switched sides and kissed his other thigh.
Garth parted his legs further, and he heard Skii laugh aloud a little. "Don't be so anxious," Skii said. "You'll get what you want." Skii kissed his balls directly, his tongue caressing the light smattering of fur that covered the scrotum, his jaws open slightly and the warm breath passing over the balls and up between Garth's thighs.
Garth's cock was fully erect, poking out of its prepuce and lying firm against his belly. Skii's mouth kissed it at the base, then, one hand on each thigh for support, Skii rose and ran his tongue the length of his cock. Garth whimpered. Skii slowly tilted his head, picking up the tip of Garth's cock with his muzzle, easing down until he took all of it into his mouth and down his throat.
His head swimming, Garth's hands clutched at the comforter covering to their bed. He tried to control his hips; he wanted to thrust into the warmth and wetness that surrounded him. "Skii…"
Skii, his mouth full, didn't have room to talk, and instead slid down Garth's solid shaft, taking the head into the back of his throat and massaging the length of it with his tongue. Garth gasped.
Inside, Garth felt surrounded. That was the only word he could think for it. He couldn't believe that a Pendorian, even a male who called Shardik "Gran," was going down on him; was that close that he could reach out and touch him. He wasn't even on Pendor at the moment, but at the even more remote world of Pandora, where few people lived and even fewer Terrans ever ventured. As he lay there, looking down the length of his body and seeing Skii's head bobbing up and down, feeling the warmth of his mouth around his cock, he felt oddly… protected.
And excited. As Skii's mouth pressed down and swallowed his cock, he realized that he was already close to orgasm. He found the texture of the rope underneath the cloth and pushed against it, pulling his cock out of Skii's mouth. Skii looked up, curious, but Garth just smiled at him. "Now bear with me," he said. "I haven't done this in over a year." He slid between Skii's legs and found his cock. Although it was soft, he took it into a mouth and sucked down on it, feeling the pliable flesh on his tongue. It tasted warm and soft, but he could feel the blood pulsing within it, and as he played with it, running his tongue over it, he felt it grow and become hard. His motion changed from playing with just his tongue until he began stroking it directly, bobbing his head along the length and feeling the head reach until he almost felt like gagging.
Although he preferred females, he knew he liked Skii and he could perform well with males, and he did his best. Skii moaned and said "You're doing just fine."
"Thanks," Garth said, gasping for air and fighting to control his stomach. A few times his enthusiasm had led him to push down a little too far and Skii's cock hit the back of his throat, choking him slightly
As he lowered his head again, Skii stopped him. "Wait. Come here." He reached under Garth's arm and pulled him up until they were lying side by side. "You're trying too hard," he said, kissing Garth's cheek. "I just want to get sexy with you, Garth. You don't have to prove anything."
"I'm not! I like going down on you, Skii."
Skii laughed. "Thanks. But it feels like you're trying too hard anyway."
"Maybe a little. Sorry I'm so inexperienced."
"Don't worry about it. Everybody's inexperienced once in their lives. At something." He chuckled slightly.
Garth could feel Skii's warm body pressed against his own. He sighed. "I know." His own erection lay against his belly and he felt a hand grope for it, then find it.
"I see you're still hard."
"Still horny, you mean," Garth said, nuzzling his newfound friend's throat with his muzzle.
"Fuck me with it," Skii said plainly.
Skii was smiling, but the request was so calm and direct it took Garth off-balance for a moment. "What?"
"Fuck me, Garth," Skii said, this time teasing him a little with his voice. "Come on." He rolled over onto his stomach and jutted his ass slightly into the air. "Come on."
Garth laughed. "Okay… where's that oil you said you had?"
"In the bag over there." Garth looked and found the bottle Skii had mentioned. He sniffed at it, and it smelled of olive oil. He tipped the bottle over above his cock, coating it in a thick, greasy layer, then looked down at Skii's waiting ass. Pulling Skii's tail up and out of the way, he dripped oil down into the crack and smoothed it in with his fingers. "Ready?"
"I've been ready for years," Skii said breathlessly. "Do it."
Garth straddled Skii's thighs and, aiming downwards with one hand, pressed in. Skii whimpered slightly as Garth's cockhead found the hole and he pressed downwards. Garth felt his cock slip past the tightened sphincter and into the depths of Skii's ass. "Wow…"
"What?" Skii moaned.
"Just… feels good. Hot; you're so hot inside."
"Glad you like it."
Garth held still for a minute, then began withdrawing. He looked down between them; in the light of the overhead ring and the stars he could see his cock as a dull shadow between the curve of Skii's cheeks. He slid back in slowly, and Skii sighed, rubbing his head against the blanket in a perverse imitation of feline pleasure. Garth took that as a hint and began a slow, gently rocking of his hips, his cock sliding in and out of Skii's ass with each motion.
"Ohhhhh…." Skii moaned. "That feels so good…"
"It does," Garth agreed. "Harder?"
"No, that's fine," Skii whispered. "Just keep it like that."
"For how long?"
"How long can you last?" Skii turned his head to look at Garth.
Garth laughed. "We'll find out." He continued fucking Skii's wonderfully tight and experienced asshole, feeling the head of his cock slide past the sphincters and then deep into his body, feeling the heat and the soft lining of Skii's rectum stroking his cock. He closed his eyes and just pushed, feeling his hips brush against Skii's boyish buttocks on every downstroke.
"Mmmm…" Skii moaned. "Wonderful."
Garth opened his eyes. "I'm going to come soon."
"I know," Skii replied. "Please… do…"
Garth nodded, stroking at the same rate as always, slowly fucking Skii, feeling his body tighten. His balls rose in their sac, tightening against his body as his climax grew, and suddenly with a soft shudder and moan he came.
He pressed his hips against Skii's butt, his cock buried deep into the young Felinzi. He leaned down and kissed the back of Skii's neck. "How was that?"
"Wonderful," Skii moaned, turning over. Garth slipped out and collapsed to the blanket. Skii pulled him close. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Garth replied. "You won't be upset with me if I tell you I'd rather convince Kiza next time, would you?"
"Ouch," Skii laughed. "No, I understand. You're not upset by my seduction, are you?"
Garth shook his head. "I let it happen." Garth felt a sudden splash of impact against the fur of his thigh and looked down. Another struck his shoulder. "It's starting to rain. Let's get inside."
Skii nodded, and the two of them collected the detrius of their lovemaking and hauled it into the cabin. "Share with me?" Skii whispered.
"Gladly," Garth agreed. They took the port bunk together as the rain came down.
— "Reunion" The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales are (c) 1989, 1993 Elf Matheiu Sternberg. May be freely distributed by cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use.
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