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alt.TXT.fetish.orientals FAQ
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Subject: ASFO FAQ, V2.02
Date: 15 Mar 1995 20:36:41 GMT
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The latest update. Note it is vesion 2.02. I have tried to address
some of the objections people have had.
Constructive criticism is still welcomed!
BEGIN FAQ:
Welcome to the alt.sex.fetish.orientals FAQ! ASFO, perhaps the
most hated and reviled newsgroup on the internet! Abandon all hope
ye who enter!
I wrote this as a guide to the many pitfalls and sheer cliffs that one
might find on ASFO. I will try to update it as often as *I* see fit,
and post it about once a week.
Created by: J.E. DeCobert [email protected]
Version: 2.02
LAST UPDATE: 13 MARCH 1995
The Stuff Inside:
I........Didn't somebody already write a FAQ?
II.......Acronyms and terms
III......Origins
IV.......The Regulars
V........Dissention in the Ranks
VI.......Flamers and 'baiters
VII......What a objectivist, offensive newsgroup!
VIII.....Racism and Sexism, or What's in a name?
IX.......What's a fetish?
X........Asian vs. Oriental, one time only.
XI.......Everything you ever wanted to know about ASFO
XII......Where can I meet my own sassy woman?
XIII.....Where can I buy a wife?
I. Didn't somebody already write a FAQ?
Yeah, Martin Phipps wrote one that was reviled across the
group. I fell asleep *twice* trying to read it. Then, in
response, Deniz Yasar (DSY) wrote a pretty good one, but refused
to update it. This FAQ is a near complete ripoff of his.
So sue me.
II. Acronyms and terms
Well, every good NG has some. These are ours.
Oriental - Deniz said "if you use this term, you deserve to
have your penis cut off". So don't use it if you don't
have to. Try to use asian, it avoids LOTS of trouble.
Asian - Arguably better. But don't. Argue, that is. I have
a personal vendetta against anybody reviving ANY
thread comparing asian v. oriental. It's been done to
death, and I will have to kill you if you bring it up.
TLH - Tight Luscious Honey. Not PC. Pisses PC wannabes off.
HAB - Hot Asian Babe. REALLY not PC. PC'ers go ballistic.
Sassy - A term that can be applied to any woman who comes in
here and talks like an equal, without relying on a bunch
of PC sexist this and objectifying that.
Fark, fark, fark - No one *really* knows, since the now absent
David Tay came up with it. But I think it's
actually Swedish Chef for fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fugly - A contraction for fuckin' ugly.
GF, SO - Girlfriend, or Significant Other.
SCAA - soc.culture.asian.american. If you're interested in culture,
g'wan over there. WE aren't unless it involves sex.
Sometimes, you can hear somebody who's never *read* the
group badmouth this one. I guess they just don't
*have* sex there. Perhaps this will cause them to
die out.
III. Origins
Deniz thought that asfo might have had roots in alt.tasteless, "which
would make sense since it is a newsgroup almost as bad as this one."
The rumor goes that the originator, who may have been named Ed,
wanted to create a NewsGroup title that was tasteless in the extreme.
I have also heard that it was started up in response to pissed-off
people in SCAA not wanting weird sexual fantasies in the group.
Who cares? ASFO just is.
IV. The Regulars
Regular posters who, by virtue of either a dearth of conviction
or a lack of sense keep this NG chuggin'.
Martin Phipps - Guy up at McGill U, in the Great White North.
Posts about 520 lines every so often about a skin
joint up his way. As a result, he became dollar.bill.boy
He also can identify any asian sex star by pussy alone.
Peter F DeMos - peterd, The ASFO 'machine'. Not to be taken seriously,
but don't take lightly. A self proclaimed sexist,
and refuses to use the word 'asian' instead of 'oriental'
It's just too PC. He uses phrases like "Sheesh, what
a maroon!" and "hehehehe" alot. Also *loves* to bait
any asian male that he thinks is racist by calling him a
buttond*ck. Usually works, too.
Karen Ho - The HOOOOOO, or Auntie Ho. Definitely sassy.
Once set up the infamous asfo orgy.
(What, you mean you weren't invited? TOO BAD)
And has dispensed great advice to the lovelorn.
To some, she is just The Ho. To others, she is
the ASFO net.goddess.
Suzie Dai Nim - Recently wrote the ASFO Who's Who that puts this
thing to shame. My favorite thing she said recently:
"To those lame a.s.f.o wannabees on soc.culture.
asian.american: get laid once in a while, it'll improve
your attitude." Sasssssssssy.
Deniz Yasar - The part-time ASFO net.diety. A student sysadmin at
UC Davis. He is inventor of the one-line
Sig (tm) and is famous for single-handedly killing
off the flamer David Tay with the Haiku o' Death. And,
in his own words: "In addition to being a time wasting moron,
I'm also a deprived pervert that gets off on asian girls that
flame me."
Terry Nolley - aka Repoman, or, as R. Lee would have it, Whoreman.
That's because Repo is an ex-military dude who was
stationed over in Korea for awhile, and did some time
with the pro's. Made the PC cadre go *nuclear*.
Hugh Richard Jorgan - Took part in the Annabel Chong gang-bang,
and wrote a post on it. Annabel got up to 251 guys
in the space of 10 hours. *whew*
Chynadoll - One of the sassiest. Chyna is from the West Coast,
where she has an African-American boyfriend. She goes to
school on the East Coast. She is a gangsta type, who takes
no shit from anybody. Says stuff like "hey you dont even
know me, 'k?"
Jed DeCobert - Some 32 year old fool who was upstart enough to
try to write this FAQ. If you want to complain to him,
forget it, he ain't gonna listen anyhow. If you want
to offer some constructive criticism, try [email protected]
The only reason he reads this NG at all is because he is one
horny bastard. In fact, if he didn't have to make a living,
he probably wouldn't get out of bed at all. That, and one
other thing, which unless he knows you reaaaaly well, won't
tell you.
Leo Marihart - Lives in Japan, so he gets to post sooner (later?)
than the rest of us. He teaches English there, but I
think he went there just for the women.
Ming - V.G. Ming is defintely one sassy babe. The best laugh I
think I ever got from this newsgroup was her recollection
of a time a guy lost his gum in her nether hair.
Stephanie Tai - Steph goes to Tufts, and posts from there. She
is into Goth, is really into piercings and is saving for
a set of fangs. Rumored to give great head, but not to
guys.
David Meredith - I include him in the FAQ because he posts a lot
and he wrote this, which is priceless.
There once was an asfo'er named Peter
Who was rumored to be their leader
He said with panache
As he wiped his mustache
That bald korean tang couldn't be sweeter!
Sue Lee Katherine Troutman - a self procalimed peterd-aphile,
we are seriously in doubt of her sanity. As if
posting here weren't enough.
Steve Christansen - Steve "I'm famous for the phrase in
the middle name" Christansen. Also invented
the Scratch 'n' Sniff .sig.
Sarah Thu ha Truong - Where the heck has she GOT to, anyway?
Will flame peterd's butt.
Heavenly King - Recently came back after a hiatus. An asian dude
that has some seriously interesting things to say about
love, attraction, and sex between the races. I dunno,
I guess I just like the guy (No, not *that* way).
V. Dissention in the Ranks
There are some in this group who will only flame if provoked.
Generally, they are gentle dissenters, who might actually engage
in fairly decent debate.
Susan Nakasora - A friend of Stephanie Choi's (see below), but
eminently more lucid. She will actually *talk* to you.
However, she is always on the lookout for sexism
and stereotypes.
Edmund H. Wong - Ed is a lucid guy, but can have some real
PC moments (see below). Until he straightens
up completely, we won't show him the secret ASFO
handshake, or give him his secret decoder ring.
ALSO has a unique definition of racism, which
is prejudice + power = racism. So, while any group
can be prejudiced, only whites are racist, since they
have *all* the power. Pretty neat, huh?
Leo Seto - Leo is actually quite lucid, but will get pissed and
say "fark you G.I". Has very good ascii art.
VI. Flamers and 'baiters
There is a cadre which regularly flames the Group. Sometimes
brought on by a PC fear that we might be having fun. Sometimes
shear ignorance. Some of this group hang around, trying to act
real cool. See, once they are on the group for awhile, they
realize that ASFO is much more fun and intelligent than they could
ever *dream* of being.
Richard Lee - He claims his fetish is to spam
and flame, and since he's asian, he's always on topic.
Perhaps a product of being ignored as a child.
One of his tricks was to post the lyrics to
a Green Day album, one line at a time. Says 'Fuck
You' a lot. He has come up with the idea of
crossposting flamebait to other groups to try to
get them to unknowingly disrupt asfo.
Gregory Scott Rogers - A clear racist baiting fool. Will
call his *wife* a 'chink slut' just to get a
reaction.
Stephanie Choi - sometimes known as Cowwoman, or Biotch.
Steph has brought PC madness to its most radical
end, in that she once said "If you can't accept
PC ideals, you are a bigot." Her ability to
doublethink became apparent one day she got mad
at me and called me a "Honkey asshole". Go figure.
Vivian Chu - aka "Hottie". This is an alter ego of Steph
Choi.
harmon - Don't know much about this guy, except to say that his
only reason for being here at all is to lame flame-bait.
Says things like "What kind of geek posts <whatever>" a
lot. Likes to bait Terry Nolley about his Ranger
credentials.
David Tay - David hasn't been seen since he was dealt a mighty
blow with Deniz's Haiku o' Death. He originally
came up with the term "Fark you G.I."
NOTE: David returned recently and posted a rather
long post boasting about his ability to use, abuse,
and otherwise break white men's hearts.
Justin Greene - A young fellow who is rumored to be suffering
not only a cultural identity crisis, but a sexual
one too. Purports to have a GF Thu who posts every
so often, but may in fact be Justin again. As a result,
he is sometimes referred to as 'Justine'.
Thu Ha Nguyen - Justin's SO. She has posted from his account,
and now goes through anon.penet.fi Many are still
uncertain whether she's for real, or a figment of
Justin's fevered mind. At least s/he is sassy.
Jim Folk - A recent addition to this rogue's gallery, he is
rather simplistic in his race baiting, by simply
putting in one post just about every negative
stereotype you can imagine. Not to clever, really.
Po-Han Lin - A guy that posts a lot, but we can't tell if he's
putting us on. Comes up with marvelous tales involving
many of the male posters sodomizing one another. Tried
to make a Who's Who, but failed.
Don Yee - A SCAA poster that comes over and trys to flame, but
is *really* bad at it. Honest, his structures that are
grammatical, as such, they tend to obfuscatory as to prove
incomprehensible. Hangs around SCAA and trys to get
them to flame us. Since he originally came on and tried
to pass hinself off as female, he is sometimes referred to
as 'Donna'.
VII. Everything you ought to know about ASFO
Mostly, ASFO is a flamefest. Hey, we're talkin' an important
subject here. This could affect world peace, poverty, starvation!
Seriously, since we have sex and race in the same group, it forms
a volitile mix. We do talk about sex, though, and what we like
in our sexual partners and adventures. We clue each other in to
especially tasty TLH's we see in the media and films. We even
try to give advice to people who are having trouble in their
cross cultural and mixed race relationships.
VIII. What a objectivist, offensive newsgroup!
......seriously, though, it's an alt.sex newsgroup. We talk about
sex, how much fun it is, how, when, where we like to do it, etc.
So it gets a little objectivist. But, we like to beleive that we
are equal opportunity objectivist. We *want* to hear from the women,
and asians as well. If there's something you really don't like,
you're free to express your opinion. Just don't use a wide brush.
And prepare for flames.
IX. Racism and sexism, or What's in a name?
Lots of people come on her expecting a certain sort of atmosphere
because the title of the newsgroup. No, we're NOT a bunch of
nerdy white guys thinking that all 'oriental' women exist as
our sex toys, and that there are all subservient geishas who
are put on this earth to satisify our every purient desire.
Well, MOST of us aren't.
Seriously, the het guys really like a sassy asian woman who can
dish it out as well as take it. THAT'S sexy.
We get also get posts from men and women about sexy asian hunks
they like to see. Not enough, IMHO, so delurk!
Besides, the name was made up LONG ago, we can't change it now.
If you wanna complain about names, go picket the NAACP.
Racism is a real touchy issue, natch. WE DO NOT LIKE IT.
If you come on with some sort of racist stereotype, you will
most likely be flamed, and considered a loser. If you blow
onto the group and start throwing racist epithets around, you
will be flamed severely and considered an asshole. JUST DON'T
EVEN TRY. It's NEVER funny, or cute. It NEVER proves a point.
So why is the group named a.s.f.orientals?
Because the guy who created it was clueless. We don't know who he
is so don't blame us.
And, we can't change the name of the group now.
X. What's a fetish?
A fetish is an object without which one cannot acheive sexual
gratification. There are shoe fetishists, car fetishists,
leather fetishists, and some even wilder. Asians are NOT
objects, so cannot be properly called the object of a fetish.
Most of the posters here rather beleive that we simply have a
preference for the Asian archetype (not stereotype). i.e golden
skin, silky black hair, innate folds, etc.
Buuuuuuuut, we can't change the NG name now.
XI. Asian vs. Oriental, one time only.
Invariably, some newbie PC idiot will come on and post something
like "HEY shouldn't it be asian, not oriental?", and we get endless
post on semantics so that I nearly puke. The bottom line is this:
MANY people are offended by the term 'Oriental', because it brings
up images of Western Imperialism and Eurocentrism. So far, NOBODY
has objected to Asian. Well, except peterd, and that is only 'cuz
he reviles PC'dom so much. So Asian it is, if you please.
AND (all together now) WE CAN'T CHANGE THE NAME NOW.
ObWarning: I will hunt you down and shoot you like a rabbit if
you perpetrate ANY thread on A v. O. Worse yet, I *might* make you
read Martin Phipps' treatise "The O-word and other loaded topics"
which has known to put insomniacs into comas.
XII. Where can I meet my own sassy woman, or guy?
NOT HERE. This is a NEWSGROUP, not a meat market. DON'T send
wannafucks to the sassy women. They have seen it all before,
and we don't want them hassled. If you post a personal ad, you
will most likely be flamed and branded forever as being reaaaaly
lame. Beside, there is alt.personals or even alt.sex.wanted.
The guys, on the other hand, since they are all a bunch of pathetic
horndogs, would probably *love* to hear from you.
Other than that, if I knew of a place to pick up on loose asian
women, what the FUCK would I or anyone be wasting time here for?
XIII. Where can I buy a wife?
Deniz says:
"Invariably, every so often some fool wanders in from alt.slaves-R-us and
requests info for where he/she can purchase a sassy asian mate. Can we
save ourselves from this abuse and put an end to it? It's illegal,
therefore contact alt.mafia(it really exists! or at least it did.)."
"nuff said"
Well, if you made it this far, you probably *are* the right person
to post here. So check your sanity at the door, put on your flame-proof
underroos, and enjoy.
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My Tax Audit Attempted humiliation/ Humor
Part 1 of 1
The following has no bondage, discipline, actual humiliation, domination,
showers, scat, diapers, piercing, boa constrictors, or horses. If you
do not care for such a boring tale, hit the N key now. Also do not try
these acts in your own home. You are likely to be dis-owned by your
family. That of coarse is obvious, but I am putting that in for those
morons who attempt to blame others for their own acts.
Additional disclaimer(s): Having just finished up my taxes, I thought
I would write a short story about a mythical audit. I would like to thank
all who sent critiques and encouragements about my Edgewood series.
I hope to get back to it shortly.
Enough disclaimers. On with the tale (or is that tail?)...
My wife is such a worrier. Every time we go anywhere, she always
dreams up many preposterous scenarios. All it was an IRS audit
for Christ's sake. Relax woman. We were patiently waiting for it to start.
When we received the notice that we were selected , I assembled all
relevant papers. We would merely wait for them to ask for a
corresponding document and hand it to them. A robot could perform
these simple tasks. I tried reassuring Gretchin that everything was all
right, but still she worried needlessly.
Just then a female voice rang out, "Drop your pants and grab your
ankles mother fucker". With that a blond amazon entered the room.
She had to be 190 centimeters tall and mass 95 kilos. She stood
there glaring at us wearing a twenty five centimeter by ten centimeter
diameter artificial phallus, and nothing else. The phallus was black .
It even had veins running up its entire length. The way her nipples stood
out, it was obvious she enjoyed her work.
"Sorry", she apologized immediately. "I did not realize there were two
of you. Becker get in here NOW. And both of you fuckers drop your
pants and grab ankles".
Almost immediately another woman entered. She was much smaller.
Not any taller that 175 cems, but her artificial phallus was a twin of the
other. "Ease up Bruntilda will you. It is quality of audits not quantity
which matters. Becker was also blond, but unlike Bruntilda, she was
not natural. I could tell by... Never mind, you know what I mean.
"We are here for an audit", I told them. "Now knock off the kink and
start".
"Who are you calling kinky", Bruntilda demanded. "If you think THIS
is kinky, you do not know the meaning of the word:".
"Look, I know how these things are supposed to go", I responded.
"What I am seeing is highly irregular".
"Oh I see", Bruntilda said. "I did not realize you two suffered from
irregularity. I will get the enema kits".
"NO", I declared. "You demanded to audit us, and we are here.
Now are you going to do your jobs or not".
"Well", she snipped. "Do you believe this Becker. They are
completely refusing to cooperate. We should turn this over to the
courts, don't you think?" Becker agreed totally.
"Piss off", I told them. "If you dare show up in any court, we are
going to have you laughed out of it".
The next week we received a summons to appear in tax court. Of
coarse we acquired counsel.
The interview with him did not go as I expected. "But they told us
to grab our ankles", I assured him.
"You mean you did not go along. Look, considering you are first
time offenders, I can probably get the judge to let Bruntilda and
Becker to give you two a good working over. We will plead ignorance
and get it over with okay. It is either that or tax prison".
"Have you heard a word I have told you", I demanded. "These two
bitches wanted to fuck us in the ass, literally".
"Did you hear a word I said shit head", he shot back. "This is tax
court. Either the ladies work you over, or in tax prison a gentleman
with the nickname Bubba certainly will".
After eight hours of "interviewing" from Becker and Bruntilda,
Gretchin and I could barely walk. "Why didn't you cooperate",
Gretchin hissed.
"Yes you should have", Bruntilda agreed. "By the way, we found
five hundred dollars in disallowed deductions you will have to pay".
"I'll see you in court bitch", I spat back.
"No you won't asshole", Gretchin told me. "We are going to be
fucked one way or the other. I would rather pay the money. Unless
of coarse, you wish to have another round with these two ladies alone",
she finished sweetly.
We paid the money.
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A shout erupted from the laboratory prep room, "Dammit! No!,"
followed almost immediately by the clatter of metal upon a hard
plastic floor. "Nyss?" Nance shouted, running into the lab. "Are
you okay?"
P'nyssa looked up from where she crouched, picking up a small
collection of metallic pointers and tweezers and the like. "Yeah,
I'm okay," she replied. "Dammit, Nance, I'm a total klutz today. I
can't turn around without knocking something over, and I don't even
have a tail as an excuse."
Nance nodded, bending down to help her pick up the tools.
"Nyss, as your personal assistant, as well as your best friend, I
think you've been working too hard. Do us both a favor and go take a
break."
"I appreciate it, Nance, but I don't..."
"Hush," he said, leaning over and kissing her forehead. "Get
out of here, Nyss. Seriously. At the moment, nobody's critical, and
nobody's going to die if you're not here. I understand the Terrans
just opened up a place called 'Rosie's,' some kind of bar. Go rest.
Please?"
She sighed, weighing her choices. "And what if I don't?"
"I'll kick you out of here on your ringdamned ass."
It was the answer she had expected from him. Nodding, she put
down the tray she held and stood up. "Okay, I'll go."
She walked out into the hot, blazing sun of Battia II. So far,
the summer had proven to be very warm, but the breezes that came down
the mountains kept it from being oppressive. The humidity was a
little lower than she was used to, which helped. She found the place
Nance had mentioned.
From the outside, "Rosie's" (the quotes were very visible on
the sign, as if they held some import to the Terran) was built with a
distinctly different architecture from the usual plastic tenting- in-
the-round.
A dark green rectangular tent with an elevated, 'A'-frame roof
was held down in the dusty soil with long, manilla-colored ropes.
The tent billowed in the wind, and the cloth it was made of had a
coarse, visible square weave. Despite the cloth construction, the
door was made of wood, with a metal screen "window" for an insert.
The sounds of loud rock-and-roll came from within. Her assessment
was that this place was a replica of some cultural or historic
artifact, and had obviously been patterned on something that had
existed long before anyone had heard of 'taurs.
Anxiously, P'nyssa approached the door and pulled it open. The
springs creaked noisily, and some of the patrons (not, she gratefully
noted, entirely human) turned to look at her. She shook her head,
wondering where all her courage had vanished too.
The floor was wooden, as was the bar to her left. Also made of
steel piping and wood were the antique-looking tables and chairs
scattered about the room. If a corner of the room had been reserved
for a dance floor, P'nyssa couldn't see it. A box in one corner
blared rock music at a barely tolerable volume and P'nyssa reflected
that had never before heard music so poorly reproduced. She hoped
that the poor reproduction was a deliberate part of the ambience.
She found her way to the bar, looking around at the glass
shelves arranged in front of a mirror and covered with an intriguing
array of exotic liquors and other intoxicants in glass bottles. Some
of the labels were positively lurid.
P'nyssa looked for a bartender, and found her. She was
surprised to find a Terran Neorat instead of a Human. "Hi!" the
Neorat said, meeting her glance, "What'll you have?"
"Uhm..." P'nyssa thought. Unlike Ken, she had never really
had a taste for alcohol. "What's mild?"
"Mild?" the Neorat bartender replied. "Hmm." She rested a
finger against the distinctive, cone-shaped muzzle in a gesture of
concentration. "Depends. We've got wine, which you can mix with
fruit juices or carbonateds to make a cooler." She grinned. "On the
other hand, if you're going to be a while, I make a good margarita."
"I thought those had whiskey in them." P'nyssa didn't have
much experience with intoxicants, and some that she had had been with
somewhat self-destructive intent. She knew enough, however, to know
that the word "whiskey" was reserved for more powerful blends of
liquor.
"Only one shot. It comes with lots of juice and ice, though,
so like I said, if you're going to be a while it's a good thing to
cool you down on such a hot day."
"I'll try one."
"Good choice. You won't regret it." The Neorat vanished down
below the bar for a moment, returning with a large plastic scoop full
of ice. The sounds of pouring, blending, and chopping came from the
rear counter, but P'nyssa's view was obscured by the Neorat's back.
Eventually, though, she turned a dropped a centaur- sized ceramic mug
in front of her. "All that?" P'nyssa asked. "How much is alcohol?"
"This much," the bartender replied, holding up a single shot
glass. P'nyssa had seen Ken down nearly a dozen of those of whiskey
when playing drinking games with Centaurs. He nearly always got sick
after that. Why he thought such games were worthwhile was beyond
her. She could understand his interest in sadomasochism far easier.
"It's very dilute, then," P'nyssa said.
"Yup. Drink it slow and you'll never feel a thing."
The music subsided gently as the hour waned, and it took
P'nyssa slightly more than an hour to finish the drink the Neorat had
poured for her. The crowd, meanwhile, flowed and ebbed. A few
remained as the hour passed, and P'nyssa enjoyed herself watching
them, especially the pair in the corner playing darts.
"You look familiar."
The words came from behind her, which startled her momentarily.
She turned around and found the Neorat leaning on her elbows staring
across the bar at her. "I do?"
"Yep," she replied, nodding briskly. "It's the white."
P'nyssa touched the albino fur that ringed her eyes with one
mitten. "Lots of Tindals have these."
"Not on this trip. Just two that I know of."
P'nyssa decided to take the initiative and introduce herself.
"P'nyssa Traken."
"Zaid Kincaid."
"Zah...?" She hadn't quite caught the name right.
"Zah-eed," the Neorat replied.
"It's very beautiful." The words seemed to startle the Neorat,
and she immediately apologized. "I didn't mean to surprise you."
"You didn't," Zaid replied. P'nyssa was curious as to why Zaid
said something that, even had she not been a telepath, was clearly a
lie.
"Tell me something," P'nyssa said. "What's it like being a...
uhm... a Neorat on Terra?"
Zaid shrugged. "It's not much different from being something
else somewhere else, right?"
"But don't you still get looked down on a lot?"
"You mean, unlike your egalitarian Pendorian system?"
P'nyssa smiled. "Something like that. I understand that
Neorats and Katckins still have some major civil rights problems back
on Terra."
"Nothing we can't handle," Zaid replied. "I suppose it's the
same thing as different races had a millennium ago. They just don't
see the similarities because we're furry. You know, separate but
equal has to be the case when we're talking about furtraps and drying
chambers."
P'nyssa nodded. "We have tried, on Pendor."
"And you've had some interesting failures, too," Zaid replied.
"The Ssphynxes didn't do so well, as I remember."
"I'm too close to Ken Shardik to be an impartial observer. I
think he did everything he could. The fact that it took them a
century or two to feel comfortable in public again was an accident,
and if it happens again, we'll live with it."
Zaid nodded. "My turn to ask a question."
"Feel free," P'nyssa said. Her mind was already calling up the
standard answers to the standard questions of what was it like to be
Ken Shardik's lover, what was it like to be a Telepath, how did she
function with such weak arms.
"Have you ever had to kill someone?"
P'nyssa blinked, surprised. "I don't understand the question."
"It's something about the way Pendorians think that's always
bothered me. I guess the fact that I've got your ear makes me bold
about it. On the one hand, you're all so cautious about your own
lives, constantly updating your cybernetics and all that stuff,
ensuring your longevity, stuff like that. On the other hand, you've
got a social structure that advocates such an absolute sense of
morality. Pendorians are either on or off. Dead or alive. But at
the same time I've never met a Pendorian who's killed. I would think
that by now someone in this party has had an opportunity. Maybe I
should talk to your husband, er, I mean, coimelin."
"No, that's okay," P'nyssa said. "I doubt you'd get much of an
honest answer out of him anyway."
Zaid grinned. "So, have you?"
"I...." P'nyssa sighed. "Yes, but not in the manner you're
looking for. I'm not into emphasizing our cultural morality,
although I could do it if I needed to."
"Come on," Zaid said. "I'm tired of standing up. Let someone
else pour the drinks for a while. Let's find a table and talk.
Wanna beer?"
"Another one of these would be better," P'nyssa said, playing
with the straw in her now empty mug.
Zaid giggled. "You like those, huh?"
"Well, it made me feel warm, but not very drunk."
"That happens if you drink it slow. One more coming up. Find
a seat somewhere."
A few minutes later Zaid joined P'nyssa at the table. "So, you
said 'yes,' but you didn't seem to want to discuss it."
"It's nothing to really discuss," P'nyssa sighed. "It happened
nearly a thousand years ago anyway. I was on Terra, visiting a
hospital as part of some medical seminar. There seemed to be a big
deal about my not being human, something about how could I present
anything of value and why there wasn't a human keynote speaker for
the Pendorian contingent."
"You killed someone in a hospital?"
"More like 'turned off,'" P'nyssa said, sighing and staring off
into the distance. "He was a young boy, about fourteen or so. Far
gone in his illness and couldn't communicate, but as a telepath I
could hear him. And he really wanted to just... let go. Just let it
end. He was in a lot of pain, and I could see a DNR on his status
sheet. So I just..."
"Turned him off."
"Yes," P'nyssa said. "It was probably the most painless moment
he'd had in weeks. I felt bad about it for years afterwards, though.
I wouldn't let Ken take me to Terra." She smiled and sipped at her
drink. "I still hope I did the right thing."
"Only you can judge," Zaid said. The comment sounded more
flippant that P'nyssa would have thought appropriate for the
discussion, and she gave Zaid a curious stare.
Zaid returned the stare, then blushed and turned away. P'nyssa
felt no animosity from her, only a strange blend of confusions.
"Zaid?"
"Sorry," the Neorat replied. "I'm just thinking."
"Why did you ask me that question?"
"Because... I had to kill someone once myself. A human, and it
was the kind of situation Pendorians talk about when they're talking
about their guns."
"Rape?"
"Something like that. I guess I'll never know if he was going
to rape me, or kill me. But I killed him first. Broke his neck,
even."
"Well, I've only heard just a little bit of the story, but it
sounds to me like you did what you had to do."
Zaid nodded, sipping from her beer. The label on the side of
the bottle read "Battia II Beer." P'nyssa gestured towards the
bottle and asked "Who's making that?"
"Oh, one of the technicians from Moscow. Guy named Anthony."
P'nyssa nodded. "Is it good?"
"Not bad," Zaid admitted. "A little full-flavored."
"I wouldn't know. I don't drink beer." She found that the
second margarita had affected her far more than her first. Worse
than that, she was starting to realize that her monogamy was getting
to her. She found herself stealing glances at Zaid and wondering
what this fascinating alien would be like in bed. And, even more,
she felt... entranced by her companion's exotique. "Zaid," she said.
"I was wondering if you have someone who would... miss you tonight."
Surprised, Zaid stuttered, "Um... No, I don't. Not really. I
mean, I don't think so."
"You don't think so?"
Zaid threw her hands up in the air. "I've never had an offer
like that before."
"Never?"
"I mean, I've never had sex with a female. I've never even had
sex with a non-Neorat!" she whispered. Her whiskers drooped
slightly. "I don't know if I could."
"Anyone can," P'nyssa said, smiling. She recognized that her
judgment was slightly impaired, at least as far as her inhibitions
were concerned. "It's if you think you might like it that's
important."
"I don't know..." She looked aside for a moment. "Miss
Traken, I really appreciate the offer, but I don't think I could
right now. I don't want to."
Disappointment swept P'nyssa. She had so wanted to seduce
Zaid, and now she'd blown it. She felt like blaming the alcohol, but
reminded herself that she knew better than that. "Okay," she smiled,
hiding her feelings underneath. "But if you ever change your
mind..."
"Yeah, I know." Zaid took a sip of her beer. "So, can I ask
you another question?"
"Go ahead," P'nyssa replied, girding herself for another weird
question. But this time Zaid asked, "How do you function without
fingers?" And for the rest of the night, she asked all the usual
questions.
P'nyssa walked back into her tent around midnight and proceeded
to pour herself into bed. A figure under the covers already stirred
and looked up, blearily. "Hi."
"Hi, Aaden," P'nyssa said, slumping down against her pillow.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. "Whew," he said.
"What have you been drinking? You smell like Ken after a night at
Rocchodain."
"I feel like it too, only I don't think I'm gonna get sick,"
she giggled. Then she frowned. "Aaden, am I a good person?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Well," she said, "I was with someone earlier. Real pretty
girl named Zaid. And we were sitting in that place called 'Rosies,'
drinking stuff. She had beer, I was having... margaritas, I think
they're called, and I tried to seduce her. I didn't do a good job--"
"Because you were drunk," Aaden interrupted.
P'nyssa nodded. "Because I was drunk, but for a few seconds I
felt really bad because she turned me down. It was like I expected
her to say yes just because I'm, well, P'nyssa Shardik. I just feel
like there's this thing underneath my consciousness, you know, this
egotistical monster that's just as bad as Ken's can be."
"P'nyssa, some people just aren't interested in women." He
chuckled, and she giggled along, at what was quickly becoming a very
important and personal joke between them. "Some aren't interested in
Tindals. Maybe she gets turned off by doctors. I don't know."
"That's not the point, Aaden. I can handle rejection
gracefully. This time, though, I didn't."
"Did you let her know how disappointed you were?"
"No," P'nyssa said. "But..."
"No 'buts,' Nyss," Aaden replied. "Listen, you know alcohol,
along with being an intoxicant is also a depressant. I don't think
you have much to worry about. As for your feelings, well, maybe it's
better that you know they could be there, rather than letting them
sit under the surface forever."
"I know," P'nyssa said. "But I..."
"Come on, Nyss. Come down here and get some sleep."
"Okay," she said, pouting. She slid into bed, curling up into
a little ball. For a moment, the tent was silent. Then, Aaden
turned over, wrapping himself around her, kissing the back of her
neck and throwing his right arm over her midsection, cupping one
breast.
She reached up and touched his hand. "Aaden?" she said.
"Hmm?"
"Thanks. For everything."
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Here is a short story a "slave" of mine wrote for me. No S&M or B&D in here.
I was trying to get her to... well, you'll see. To bad we had to go
our seperate ways before we could do anything about it. I think she is
working on it with her current master...
Untitled
by anonymous
"God, is it hot in here." Elizabeth pushed her way through the undulating
bodies pressed together on the dance floor. Reaching between a couple of empty
glasses, she retrieved her beer and took a long drink. She motioned to her
friends on the dance floor she'd be back in a minute, and then turned and headed
for the ladies room.
There was an ulterior motive in her leaving the floor at just that moment.
Earlier, she and Christine had been scoping out the men in the room and they'd
both agreed that one of the bouncers was the sexiest man there. He was
about 5'11", fairly broad across the shoulders with a narrow waist and an
extremely cute jean-clad butt. His hair was brown with blond highlights and
wavy, blunt cut at his shoulders.
This bouncer had just left the floor as well and she saw him crossing to the
stairs to the upper level where the restrooms were. Following behind him,
she tried to think up something to say, some way to start a conversation with
him.
As she reached the top of the stairs, her heart thudding, she stopped. A
woman had come up behind him and circled her arms around his chest. She stood
up on her toes and kissed his neck. He turned around as if he wasn't quite
sure who was behind him and when he saw her, his face lit up.
No wonder, Elizabeth thought. These two go together. The woman was tall and
thin. Her dress was a beige sheath through which it was fairly easy to make
out that she had no underclothes -- no betraying panty or bra lines and her
tanned legs were bare.
Elizabeth stared as the two began to run their hands over each other,
standing only a little off to the side of the main area, in full view of anyone
comming up the stairs.
She didn't realize how obviously she'd been staring until she heard a voice.
"Can I help you?" It was the bouncer. Elizabeth's face flammed red. She
mumbled an apology and started to walk to the bathrooms.
"Oh Sean, you've embarrassed her!" Elizabeth turned and saw the girl walking
towards her. The girl was smiling as if it was all in fun. She stood in
front of Elizabeth and introduced herself.
"Hi. I'm Margaux. This is my friend, Sean, whom I haven't seen in, oh what
is it now, about six months?"
She turned to the bouncer who had walked up next to her, her eyes teasing
him.
"I was just going to have him buy me a drink. Would you like to join us?"
Elizabeth shook her head, unsure of what to make of these two, except that
she could tell from the way Sean's eyes were fixed on Margaux's hardened
nipples, that he wanted to be alone with her.
As Elizabeth started to back away, her eyes anywhere but on these two, she
heard Sean speak.
"Please, I'm sorry I embarassed you. Really. Come have a drink with us.
What's your name anyway?"
"Elizabeth," she said before she could stop herself. She jumped a bit as she
felt Sean place a hand on her shoulder and Margaux's arm slip around her from
the other side.
She allowed herself to be led to a secluded booth on the corner of the second
floor. Over the balcony, she glimpsed her friends still dancing below.
Sean motioned the cocktail watress over and ordered three beers. Elizabeth
sat between the two of them wishing she had gone to the bathroom as they
reminisced and gossiped about mutual friends.
"So who are you here with, Elizabeth?" She hadn't been paying attention and
didn't know who asked.
"Some friends of mine. They're downstairs dancing."
As she chattered on she felt legs moving around under the table. She assumed
that Sean and Margaux were trying to play footsies with each other. Once
again, embarrassed, she pulled her feet in toward her seat as far as she could.
Instead of moving away from the action, she felt two feet wrap around one of
her legs, pulling it insistently outwards. She glanced quickly at Sean
trying to tell him with her eyes that he had the wrong legs. She saw that he
was smiling at Margaux, not paying any attention to her.
Figuring that he was completely ignoring her, she kicked off her shoes
and began to play back.
She felt his foot slowly inching up her legs as she tried not to look like
anything was going on. Margaux and Sean continued to talk and flirt above
the table. Elizabeth was looking at Margaux when she winked, then kept
talking. Not sure she saw correctly, Elizabeth continued to watch Margaux.
A few moments later, Margaux winked again, smiled, and picked up one of
Elizabeth's hands.
"Dosen't she have lovely hands, Sean?" Elizabeth felt a bit weird with
Margaux holding her hand inspecting it, carressing it. She glanced quickly
at Sean and he just smiled back as if there was nothing out of the ordinary
occurring.
As Elizabeth sat there, Sean put his hand on one of her thighs and began to
lightly caress her. She was getting really turned on by this situation, but
had no idea what to expect, how it would proceed and whether Margaux was going
to leave.
Her palms were sweating. Sean's hand began to move higher on her leg, and
grip her flesh through her jeans more firmly. Afraid to look at Margaux, she
could feel the other girl massaging her hands, her fingers. Elizabeth gasped
as she felt Margaux begin to suck on her fingers, one at a time. At first, the
sucking was very gentle, tentative, but when Elizabeth made no move to pull
away, she began to suck harder, using her tounge.
Sean's hand reached her crotch and her eyes shot open.
"Let's go to my office for some more drinks." Sean and Margaux rose, moving
out of the booth. Elizabeth scrambled for her shoes with her face burning red,
she met their questioning looks with as much confidence as she could muster.
Rising to her feet, she asked, "Well, where's the office?"
Sean lead them upstairs to a large lounge scattered around which which was
several doors. Walking straight forward, he opened one of the doors, turned on
the light and motioned for them to come in.
The two girls looked at each other, and went in. Sean shut the door and
locked it.
"To keep anyone nosy out."
Elizabeth sat down on the small sofa, unsure of what to do. She wasn't
suprised when Margaux sat down next to her.
"So, would you like a drink?" Sean asked.
"Vodka tonic"
"Gin & tonic"
Once they had their drinks, Sean sat down on the floor in front of them.
Slowly, he removed their shoes and socks, then began to massage Margaux's feet.
Margaux streched langorously, her breasts jutting upward in the tight dress.
Elizabeth could see Sean's dick, hard in his pants.
Elizabeth continued to watch Sean. He whispered something she couldn't she
couldn't quite understand, so he whispered again.
"Kiss her." Elizabeth's heart started to pound and she shook her head `no`,
keeping her eyes fixed firmly on Sean.
"Kiss her," he whispered again. This time, Elizabeth turned slowly and
looked at Margaux. She was completely relaxed, her drink almost falling from
her hand, her eyes closed. Elizabeth leaned across her, careful not to rub up
against her and took the glass. As she moved back across to her side of the
couch, she felt Margaux stretch. The brief moment during which their breasts
touched, Elizabeth froze. She looked at Margaux whose eyes had opened, and the
two burst out in nervous laughter. Elizabeth leaned back, set the glass down,
then turned her body towards Margaux, one arm flung behind the couch.
Elizabeth sensed that Sean wasn't moving, that it was just the two women for a
moment.
They stared at each other, the laughter gone. Tension grew. Sean moved up
on the couch behind Elizabeth and put his arms around her, his hand seeking her
breasts.
"Kiss her," he whispered in her ear. Elizabeth began to lean forward, her
entire attention focused on the inviting lips, the partially open mouth. Very
gently she pressed her lips on Margaux's cheek, then on her lips. She moved
back, embarrassed again, not sure what Margaux would think of her.
Margaux reached up and pulled Elizabeth's lips back to hers. The kissing
started out very gently and tender, their tounges beginning to move in and
out.
Sean pulled Elizabeth's shirt untucked and lifted it over her head,
unsnapping her bra and removing it. Only when he moved up against her did she
realize he had his shirt off as well. His fingers found her nipples and began
to play with them, pinching, twisting,and pulling, all the while kissing,
biting, and sucking on her neck and back.
Margaux's hands clasped Elizabeth's and pulled them to her breasts. She
caressed the backs of Elizabeth's hands until they lost their tenseness
and began to move on their own. Elizabeth brushed her fingers over the hard
nipples and tugged gently eliciting a groan from Margaux. Encouraged, she
decided that Margaux shouldn't be the only one with a top on and pulled upward
on the dress.
Realizing what Elizabeth wanted Margaux stood and looked at Sean & Elizabeth,
then started dancing to the music they could hear from below. Slowly she began
to strip, the dress coming up inch by inch until Elizabeth could see she had
correctly guessed that the girl had on no underclothes.
Sean got off the couch and joined her, the two grinding their pelvises
together, their hands holding each others' asses. Sean pulled up Margaux's
dress so that his hands were on her bare ass. Margaux, not to be out done,
stripped Sean the rest of the way grabbing his cheeks and pulling him back to
her. The two continued their dance, their hands sliding all over each other.
Margaux turned around and Sean's hands went to her breasts, his hard penis
sliding back and forth between her clenched legs.
Elizabeth sat watching them, getting more wet and horney by the minute, but
not sure what to do. Margaux turned, as if realizing for the first time that
Elizabeth was still there.
"Come on. Strip and we'll make a Sean sandwich." Feeling a bit silly,
Elizabeth removed her jeans, socks, and panties. She stood here for a minute
watching. Sean motioned her over. He let Margaux go and turned to Elizabeth,
his arms going around her, pulling her to him. Holding her tight against his
body, his penus between her legs, he started kissing her hard. Margaux moved
around behind Sean, her fingers running up and down his back, then between his
legs. She tickled his balls, then began to play with his asshole. Margaux
knelt between him and began to kiss his cheeks.
Sean groaned and spread his legs as Margaux spread his cheeks and began to
lick around his asshole. He pushed on Elizabeth's shoulders forcing her to her
knees.
Elizabeth licked the end of his penis with her tongue. She saw Margaux peek
around from behind and the two grinned at each other, then both went to work.
Margaux slowly began to work her finger up into Sean's ass, keeping it well
moistened with her tongue. Elizabeth licked up and down his dick, lickng his
balls so far back her tongue encountered Margaux's more than once. She rubbed
his hard wet dick while she sucked his balls then tickled the tip with her
tongue.
Sean grabbed Elizabeth's head and began to fuck her mouth, gagging her.
Trying not to cry and jerk back, Elizabeth didn't see Margaux shift around so
that she was behind Elizabeth.
Margaux started playing with Elizabeth's breasts, tugging on her nipples,
playing more roughly as she realized Elizabeth wasn't complaining. It was only
when she felt Margaux's fingers between her legs, gently prying her sex open
that Elizabeth jerked away. She stood up and backed away from the other two.
After a short silent stillness, Sean pushed Margaux backward and rammed his
dick into her. He fucked her so hard, they scooted across the carpet until
Margaux hit the wall.
Elizabeth stood watching, her sex almost dripping she was so wet. Finally
she walked over and knelt down next to the fucking pair. Sean noticed her
first and stopped moving.
"Kiss her," he said to Elizabeth. She didn't move for a minute, her gaze
locked with his. Then she slowly bent over Margaux and kissed her. It was a
quick peck and Elizabeth started to get up and Margaux grabbed her, held her
and began to really kiss her hard. After a minute, Elizabeth started to get
into it, she felt Sean grab her hair and pull her head back.
"Touch yourself." Again, Elizabeth hesitated, but as his hand tightened on
her head, she moved her hand slowly to her sex. With two fingers, she opened
her lips and with a theird, began to rub up and down over her soaking clit.
Sean jerked her head again, and she froze waiting to see what he would tell
her next.
"Give your finger to Margaux." Elizabeth didn't move.
"Give your finger to Margaux!" Still she didn't move. She felt a sharp
crack on her ass.
"Ouch!" she yelled. Again Sean's hand slapped her ass.
"Shut up and give your finger to Magaux."
This time, Elizabeth did. Margaux took her finger and slowly licked and
sucked until it was clean.
Sean pulled out of Margaux and pushed Elizabeth backward until she was lying
on the floor.
"Now, clean me." He put his dick to her mouth but she didn't open her lips.
"Margaux." She knew what to do. Before Elizabeth could clench, Margaux had
Elizabeth's leg up and slapped her ass hard. Opening her mouth to yell again,
Sean stuck his dick in covered with Margaux's wetness. Elizabeth tried to push
it out of her mouth, but couldn't. As she struggled, she felt-fingers playing
in her sex. Realizing it was Margaux she tried to shut her legs, but
Margaux had anticipated her reaction and Elizabeth couldn't close her legs.
Margaux kept moving her fingers, sometimes sinking them deep into Elizabeth's
sex, soumetimes gently rubbing her clit, then flicking it hard.
Elizabeth's whole mouth was filled with the taste of Margaux. The musky
taste, the hard dick, and the fingers in her pussy made her wild.
Her hips began moving, aching to be fucked. Margaux slid a very wet finger
into Elizabeth's ass and covered her slit with her mouth. Elizabeth groaned.
She was going crazy with all the sensation. Completely lost in the pleasure,
she was shocked when Sean pulled out of her mouth, flipped her over and pulled
her ass up sinking his dick deeper into her cunt. He pounded her a few times,
pulled out and started to enter her ass. She jerked forward, pulling away from
him and immediately recieved two good slaps on the ass.
"Hold still!" she was commanded. Gritting her teeth, she losed her eyes and
complied.
His dick went in slowly stretching her ass wide. Elizabeth was glad to feel
Margaux's lips on hers, and began kissing the other girl. Sean slowly began
moving in and out of her ass making sure she stayed wet. Margaux moved around
so that she was kneeling next to her and started to rub her as Sean fucked her
in the ass.
Finally, Margaux moved around in front of Elizabeth and spread her legs
pushing the girl's face into her wet pussy. Elizabeth pulled back, licking the
wetness from her lips between the grunts. She watched Margaux as the girl
began to touch herself, her lips spread wide for Elizabeth to see the wet
swollen clit. Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth leaned forward and flicked the
hard clit with her tongue and was rewarded as she felt Margaux jerk. Sean
drove his dick deep in her ass, forcing her face into Margaux. This time
Elizabeth began exploring with her lips, tongue, and teeth guided by Margaux's
gasps and the clenching muscles.
She sucked the little clit, rubbing with her tongue, gently bitting,
driving her tongue deep as it would go into Margaux's sex.
Sean grabbed Elizabeth's shoulders, pulling her mouth away from Margaux.
Margaux immediately began masterbating herself while Sean pounded Elizabeth so
hard she had to push to keep from falling forward. Sean pulled out and came
all over Elizabeth's back, rubbing it in, then laying on the foor next to
her, the two of them watching Margaux rub herself until she came. Margaux
rested
for a moment then pushed Elizabeth over, and attacked her breasts while Sean
went down and began sucking her off, using several of his fingers in her ass
and cunt. Margaux bit, pinched, pulled and sucked while Sean did much the
same. Elizabeth came almost immediately.
The three collapsed in a heap, all three worn out. Sean was the first to
rouse himself and got the other two up. When they were dressed again, Margaux
kissed Sean, then Elizabeth.
"It was lovely to meet you," and turning to Sean, "and as always wonderful to
see you."
With that she took Elizabeth's hand and they walked downstairs.
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Lothess 19, 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."
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Article #66562 (67540 is last):
From: [email protected] (Peter Stephen Thomas III)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Re: !!! ALT.SEX.FAGGOT !!!
Date: Mon May 15 00:11:45 1995
Steve Breeding ([email protected]) wrote:
: Lee Blevins ([email protected].com) wrote:
: : This newsgroup is improperly named. It should be changed to alt.sex.faggot
: I agree. This newsgroup should be titled "HEY, YOU GUYS!! Come and look at
: what a total DIPSHIT Lee Blevins is making of himself! And I'll bet he's
: fucking that Joseph Matthews guy from a few posts back! He's just trying to
: hide the hickeys on his little weenie from us! And isn't it neat that such a
: raving closeted queen should post from a place called 'Pipeline.com'?"
: ******************************************************************************
Nope, it's not too long a name, but I've a better idea.
Try sending mail to postmaster@pipeline.com and send copy of the eloquent
Mr. Blevins's post. I'm sure if enough of us write, the Sysadmins there
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