From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Rowan (scifi) [1/2]
Date: 27 May 1996 18:12:07 GMT

				Rowan
			       Part One

	Rowan ate with a gusto I found immensely refreshing. It meant
that there was something about her I could influence, something I
could work with. And I needed that something, since today I was going
to present demands. Mine and Aadens'.

	"How was your trip?" she asked quietly.

	"Not bad," I replied. "Did you manage to keep busy while we
were gone?"

	"Uh-huh," she said around a mouthful of cornflakes.

	"Rowan," I said. She looked up at me, swallowing. "We need to
talk. I had a long conversation with Ember before I left, and
something came up that we need to discuss.

	"I don't like the way you do business. Ember said that you
basically blackmailed your way into getting the positerminal work
done, and what she said was pretty much an accurate description of
what you did to get into this house."

	Rowan put her spoon down and said, "Then... you don't want me
to... "

	"Rowan, why do you want children?"

	"I DON'T KNOW!" she shouted so loudly I heard Dave snap the
privacy field over the portal to keep from waking my loves downstairs.
"Oh, Ken, please, I wish I did, I really do. I've tried since the day
I was born to figure that out. It's crazy... something's seriously
wrong with my circuitry. When the AI comms started discussing you, and
Aaden, and I put two and two together, I jumped at it, I really did. I
could have had any body, and any father. But to have yours... and
his... and to be in Shardik's house... It was too much to pass up. To
have babies, to really make something like that. To create life."

	"It's really a very simple process."

	"But you understand it as Vatare', Ken, not as a mother. The
creative thrill you get is intellectual, not physical. I want to know,
I need to know what it's like. Making babies is unskilled labor, sure,
but not raising children. It's all I've thought about. But when I
think about it from here, all I get is confused. I'm in over my head."
She smiled at the imagery. "It really is crazy for an AI to want
children, isn't it?"

	I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Maybe. I don't know if
you're aware of this, but I took Halloran with me on our trip to
Earth."

	She looked up at me. "Why?"

	"Because I was doing some design work, and I needed his help.
I also needed to be as far away from the AI net as possible." I
reached into the pocket of the robe I wore and handed her a rack of
about thirty crystal-memory chips. "We came up with this."

	"What is it?"

	"It's the pointer specs for a Mephit girl. Looks exactly like
you, has a neuron pattern that could support Rowan Majors' thought
process."

	She looked at the box with wide, staring eyes for a second,
then said, "You want me to go full organic."

	"You've been spending more time as Rowan the Mephit than you
have as Rowan the AI. I had Hal send me statistics on down time and
interrupt time at Rhysh. I haven't seen numbers that ugly since we
took down Luccas."

	She smiled wanly and said, "You really want it."

	"Paul's agreed to do the work. If I'm asking too much of you,
it's okay to back out now. But Aaden and I agree on this. We don't
want someone who's going to be in two places at once, and I can't
stand the thought of you not being here for your children. I want you
here, Rowan, not here and at Rhysh."

	She looked thoughtful for a second. "You said once that you
either wanted someone who would bear your children and then never be
heard from again, or someone who would stay and love them as you do. I
didn't believe the first one."

	"You were smarter than I was," I replied. "I honestly thought
I could get the first."

	"Not in your lifetime," she said. I laughed.

	"You're all agreed?" she asked. I nodded. "It'll mean that
your project goes on hold for a while."

	"A year or so," I said. "Plus the learning time, all over
again."

	She stared off at the wall behind me for a few minutes, then
took the box in hand. "No turning back," she said.

	"Some people," I said, "believe they were born the wrong
species or the wrong sex. You were born into the wrong element. You
were never meant to be a silicon life form, Rowan, any more than your
sister was. When we're done with the transfer, AI zero-zero-two-six-
six is going to be decomissioned and destroyed, and no new persona
will be installed. It's not fair. There's something in the physical
design of your cybernetic brain that inspires you towards becoming
organic."

	"Then I'm broken," she said.

	"No," I said. "Your body - that big steel closet in the Castle
Rhysh basement - is just inappropriate for the type of mind that
naturally inhabits it. This is just a way of avoiding that type of
habitation. We'll put someone else in there, a new design. There's no
telling if it'll have any more or less the same tendencies that you
and your sister did, but at least we'll be sure it won't be because of
a known hardware design."

	"Flaw," she said.

	That made me just a little angry. "You keep making it sound
like you want to be broken and that's just plain silly. It's like
suggesting Aaden's broken because he doesn't find females worthy of
his lecherous attentions."

	"Isn't there something wrong with that?"

	"No. And it's not worth arguing about. We could argue that
someone who enjoys homicide was just born that way, too. It's a moot
point... the homicidal maniacs tend to get shot. What Aaden wants, and
what you want, and even what everyone in Rhysh wants, is
unquestionable as to its `rightness' or `wrongness'; it simply is."

	She smiled. "Somehow, I think you knew I wanted to go all the
way."

	"The PT's a half-step, Rowan. You like being organic, I've
noticed. You said it yourself, even being fat would be fun because it
would be different from the electronic isolation of being AI." I rose
from my chair and walked around behind her. "I love your sister
dearly, Rowan. She's a good friend, and a good protector when I, and
Aaden, and Borodir, needed her. I want to love you just as much, as
the mother of my children, even by proxy." I bent over and hugged her
close. "Take the whole step."

	She nodded, turning her head slightly to lick my cheek. "I
will."

	"Good," I said.

	"Now?" she asked. The unsurety crept back into her voice.

	"Paul said he'd take you as soon as you were ready. His whole
team's on standby. They can be in the office as quick as it takes
getting to a SDisk."

	She nodded and said, "Then I'm going."

	"No hard feelings?"

	"I'm not a Mephit yet. I'm not sure what feelings I'll have
afterwards. Ask me then."

	I nodded, releasing her. She rose and kissed me gently on the
throat. "You'll tell Aaden and P'nyssa?"

	"I will. Goodbye, Rowan. And, Hello, as always," I said,
quoting the last sentence of one of my favorite books.

	She laughed and said, "I'm going to keep that book in memory."

	After she had left, I was sat back down in the chair she had
vacated, her cornflakes getting soggy. I realized then that I hadn't
had the heart to tell her the truth, that the body we'd been
discussing was already underway, accelerated with our new UFN
techniques to they're maximum potential, and that she'd be ready for
the actual transfer in less than six weeks, not twelve months. Paul
would tell her.

	I bit my lip, feeling melancholy. It hurt, actually, to have
had to put it to her that way. Didn't I do that with every Terran,
though, who stepped into The Great Hall and came out the other side as
something else, someone else? The two halves of the argument raged
inside me for a while. I barely noticed when Dave turned off the
privacy field.

	"Come on Aaden," I heard float up through the portal.
P'nyssa's voice.

	"P'nyssa... "

	"It's not like I'm asking you to have sex with me, werren. I
mean, you have been sleeping with me for almost three months now. I
think it's safe for you to shower with me without Ken around."

	There was a long pause. "All right," I heard him say in a
half- amused, half-resigned voice. The door to the shower opened, then
closed, and I heard water running.

	As I descended the portal I heard P'nyssa say, "Besides, it's
nice to have someone to do my back, especially someone with fingers.
You have no idea how hard it can be to shower sometimes with these
things." I presumed she was indicating her mittens.

	"Glad I could help," Aaden responded with a perfunctory yet
amused tone. I snuck my way to the bathroom door, looking in. The
glass had steamed up completely... both of them like the shower very
hot, as do I. I could barely make out their moving forms, P'nyssa's
blue-furred one, Aaden's black-and-white fur contrasting. The most
obvious details were P'nyssa's tens, Aaden's muzzle and his upright
tail. But what I could see was actually somewhat interesting. Aaden
was indeed working his paws into P'nyssa's back, slowly working his
way down.

	"Go on," she said, encouraging him as he knelt down, massaging
the soap into her legs. I took a seat in the bedroom, leaning against
the frame of the bed, watching. I figured that if I held very still
they wouldn't be able to differentiate me against the hazy background.
And I needed something to get my mind off of Rowan.

	P'nyssa turned around as Aaden stood. "Now stand still," she
said, holding something in her mittens. The soap, I realized. She put
the bottle down and began to wash Aaden slowly, her mitts working
their way down his chest towards his crotch.

	"P'nyssa... "

	"Aaden, I hope you realize that at least twice in the past
weeks you've woken up with your arms around me and not Ken."

	"True. But I got there in my sleep," he protested.

	"Does that matter?" she asked, kneeling down to do his legs
the way he had for her.

	He didn't answer. She worked her way down to his feet, which
he dutifully picked up and I watched her wash each one carefully.
"Turn around," she said. He turned. Even through the steam, he was
gorgeous. So was she.

	She rose and began to soap his back, stroking the suds in with
long, careful strokes. Although I couldn't make out any details, I
knew for sure that she was working her mittens between the cheeks of
his ass, because I heard him hiss in that eminently satisfied way that
I do when either one does that to me. "Shhh... " she said, quietly.

	I suddenly realized that she had every intention of seducing
him in the shower. "Well, throw that theory out the window," I thought
to myself. "Next thing I know, Ress'll be visiting Rhysh."

	Aaden didn't protest, and I recalled him telling her once that
she was the only female he'd been close enough to interest him. I
could see her tens wrapped around his body, reaching for his cock,
stroking him very slowly. "Pretend... " was all she said.

	A Sinox warship could have parked itself outside the bedroom
glass and I would never have noticed. P'nyssa walked around him, still
stroking his beautiful shaft. She knelt in front of him and I saw her
take the head into her mouth. I shook my head gently... Aaden's cock
is almost impossibly large, there was no way she was going to do
anything with it. It takes me a lot of effort to get it into my mouth.

	I heard him groan and I saw his hands on her head. She was
trying, getting more than the head into her mouth, getting some of the
shaft as well. That warship could open fire now and I'd still be
oblivious. All I saw was the steam-hazed tableau going on before me.
P'nyssa worked his cock with enthusiasm, sucking hard, both mittens
around the shaft, sometimes tugging on his balls, sometimes
disappearing between his legs.

	I heard Aaden groan, "I'm close," and she worked even harder,
going after him with even more strength. I was fascinated, and oddly
enough, jealous of both of them. I wished that was my cock she was
sucking, and I wished that was my mouth wrapped around Aaden's cock. I
watched as her head bobbed back and forth, whipping left and right
with frenzy, and Aaden let out a soft, plaintive groan, his knees
buckling under him as he came. P'nyssa caught him and helped him to
the padded floor as well as she could, trying to keep him from falling
over and hitting his head.

	I shook my head, trying to recover from what I'd just seen. I
had trouble believing it all.

	"P'nyssa... " I heard Aaden's voice. "Oh, to hell with it.
Thank you."

	I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "You're welcome," she
replied. She leaned over, but I couldn't tell how she was kissing him
through the steam. It struck me as being something important for me to
know. Lips, forehead, cheek, or throat... each meant something
different.

	I stayed where I was as I watched the two of them wash up for
a second. My own erection, ignored in my fascination, subsided, and I
only noticed it when I felt it flop back down against my leg. I
chuckled softly. "Sorry," I apologized to it.

	The door to the shower opened and Aaden stepped out. The look
on his face went horror/surprise/embarrassment in quick succession. I
smiled and stood up. "Uh, P'nyssa," he said.

	"Hmm?" she replied.

	"You should see this." She poked her head out from behind the
glass and looked where he pointed.

	Her face went through the same sequence his had. "Ohmifa... "
she said, "You saw everything, didn't you?"

	"No," I replied with a wide smile, "the steam mostly got in my
way. But I did hear everything."

	She looked at me and said, "Well... You may as get your butt
in here and I can explain."

	"You don't have to explain," I said, dropping my robe and
tossing it on the bed. I acknowledged that there was indeed a spare
towel for me before I walked up to Aaden and wrapped my arms around
him. "Good morning, Coimelin." Just hugging him close like that makes
me feel good. P'nyssa joined us, and we made room for her, a happy
triangle. I looked at him and said, "Come back in for a minute?"

	"Anything for you," he said, smiling. His eyes are so
beautiful.

	I closed the glass door and sat down on the bench set against
the far wall. "Actually, I want you," I said, pointing to Aaden, "to
tell me why."

	He shrugged. "It's not something I'd go after." He paused.
"But she's right, Ken, I do spend my nights with her as much as I do
you. It's no longer a... condition... of my love for you. I guess I
trust her enough." He turned to P'nyssa and said, "A few weeks ago, I
made Ken admit something. Well, fair is apparently fair and he's doing
it to me.

	"P'nyssa... I love you."

	She hugged him close and said, "Gods, I've waited to hear you
say that. I love you too."

	"But don't expect me to chasing after... uhm... `babes?'"

	I nearly died laughing. P'nyssa rolled one mitt into as much
of a fist as she can manage and hit his arm. "I expect no such thing!"
Then she joined us in laughter.

	After the giggles subsided, she looked up at him and said,
"Given the right reasons, I've always thought one person could enjoy
another, no matter what the mix of species, sex, whatever." Her voice
dropped a little, and I had to strain to catch the words. "I've wanted
you to... admit that the right reasons exist, between you and me, as
much as they do between us and him," she said, pointing at me.

	"Gee, thanks," I said. "Exhibit Number One, Kennet Shardik."
They both smiled. "Uhm, I have news. Rowan's gone to talk to Paul."

	"Then she accepted?" Aaden asked.

	"I think so. She could back out at any moment, though."

	"Then we wait," P'nyssa said.

	"Yes," Aaden said. "That's all we can do. I think we can do
that for her."

	I nodded. "Paul'll tell us in a few days. Until then, well,
life goes on. Now, you two go dry off. I've got to get clean."

	They left me alone. Not having fur, mittens, a tail, or a
partner, showers tend to be short affairs for me.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Rowan (scifi) [2/2]
Date: 27 May 1996 18:28:46 GMT

				Rowan
			       Part Two

	"Nervous?" I asked Wilshas. He had been pacing the length of
the living room for half and hour already.

	"Yeah," he said. "A little. I mean, until today, I'd just been
Nyss's playmate, her friend. Now, I mean, I'm being asked to sire
hers... and yours, sir, if you don't mind my saying so... child. It's
a bit of surprise when Vatare' comes to you and says `Be the father to
my mate's children.'"

	I chuckled and shook my head. "You'll do fine. And stop
worrying about my reaction to the whole thing; In this regard think of
it as just another cross-species family."

	"I know, I know; I've sired three children, and raised two of
them. I've done this before. It's just... Do me a favor and don't
tell anyone who I am."

	I raised an eyebrow and said, "Why not?"

	"Well, if word got out that Vatare' Shardik and the first lead
of Cutter's agreed that I was the best choice to sire their
children... My Fa, I won't be able to keep the women off of me."

	I laughed and said, "Is that a problem?"

	"It is during competition season."

	"Oh. Okay, I see your point. Speaking of which, when is your
next?"

	"Well, the next one is going to be at Stirrangold in ten days.
I blipped out there to see the `incredible' waves they have there. You
know, I didn't get one good curl all day."

	"Well, maybe that's part of its charm."

	"Sure you couldn't ask for a good storm out to sea the day of
the competition? I only really do well on high seas."

	"Learn," I said. "It takes skill to look good on meter waves."

	The door opened just as he was about to respond and Rowan
walked in, followed by the silly stuffed-pillow dragondroid Paul had
assigned to her for the duration. "Hi!" I said as she came in.

	She returned the greeting and sat down wearily on the couch.
"I'm tired."

	"Tired?" I asked. "But tonight's the big night. Top of the
cycle for both you and P'nyssa. Better not be tired."

	"Well, let me relax first. That smells great, what is it?"

	"What, in the kitchen? Baked salmon. Aaden's request." She
nodded. "Why are you so tired."

	"Paul is trying to get me into shape; the UFT system left me
with pretty atrophied muscles when I was decanted. He's trying to turn
me into Aaden."

	"It is for her own good; Doctor Lewis explained that to her,"
the `droid said peevishly. Whoever had programmed this incredibly
silly- looking green `droid with that nasal, sycophantic accent... Of
course, I know damn well who it was. David.

	I laughed and said, "I bet." I walked over to her and said,
"Don't I get a hug?"

	"Of course you get a hug. Just don't ask me to stand up." I
leaned over and hugged her close, scratching her back gently as I did
so. She sighed and said, "Oh, that feels good. Don't you dare stop."

	I followed her orders carefully, scratching and rubbing her
furry back softly, concentrating on her shoulders and on the tight
knot of muscles at the base of her tail. "You know, Rowan, you don't
need to hold your tail up all the time."

	"My tail drags on the ground if I don't." Which was true; she
did have a long tail for a Mephit. "Besides, people tell me that I
look sexier when I do."

	"Yeah, but that's because Mephits are based on a skunk-image;
I don't think that without that cultural reference you'd be thought
any less of because you didn't hold your tail high thirty hours a
day."

	She shrugged against me as I rubbed and said, "So? People
still think it's prettier when I do."

	"I suppose." I backed away from her and said, "Better?"

	"Much, thank you."

	"You're welcome." The door opened and Aaden and P'nyssa
wandered in together. I rose to hug him, but he put his hand up and
said, "I'm all sweaty and dusty," so I hugged P'nyssa instead. She
melded her body against me and I sighed with pleasure. "Love you," I
said.

	"I love you too," she laughed. "How was your day?"

	"Not bad, not bad."

	"And yours?" she asked Wilshas.

	"Oh, the usual," he said. "Working out, swimming in the pond,
making arrangements with my crew for the big compete next week."

	"The usual," she said, smiling. I liked Wilshas, but I had yet
to see what it was P'nyssa saw in the professional surfer.

	"Shall we eat?" I said, walking back into the kitchen and
checking the oven.

	"Can I shower first?" Aaden complained, sniffing himself
delicately.

	I looked under the lid and said, "You've got six minutes,
tops."

	"Done," he said.

	When he had returned we sat down and ate; conversation was
light and casual. Aaden rose to clear off the table by first putting a
tray on his upright tail, then placing glasses on it. "How are you
doing that?" I asked.

	"Doing what?" he asked innocently.

	"Balancing that tray on your tail. Your tail doesn't have that
kind of strength. At least, I don't think it does."

	"I'll show you when I get back." He walked into the kitchen,
holding his tail a little to the right, put the dishware in the sink
and came back with the empty tray. "Reach up to the tip of my tail,"
he said. I did, and felt something about a cent thick coiled under his
fur. "Feel that?" he asked.

	"Yeah?"

	"Controlled pressor module. It makes a cute effect in
restaurants and bars. I saw someone using one in Rhysh and just had to
know the trick."

	"Cute," I agreed, shaking my head slowly. What some people
will do just for the appearance. Still, it made a good visual.

	After the table had been cleared off, the five of us sat
around, looking at one another, waiting for the cue. P'nyssa finally
broke the silence by saying, "If you three will excuse me, I'm taking
this handsome young melTindal into the bedroom and making love to him
until his eyes drop out."

	"Sounds wonderful," Wilshas said, sarcastic but smiling.

	P'nyssa laughed and held out her mitt. "Come on, gorgeous."

	He rose and followed her down into the bedroom. I watched them
go with a mixture of envy and hope; I love P'nyssa too much not to be
at least a little bit jealous, and a little bit worried, and I also
wanted very much for them to succeed.

	I turned back to Aaden and Rowan, who were now staring at me.
"Well," I said, a little uncomfortably, "Do you two want to be alone?"

	Aaden turned to Rowan and said, "I wouldn't mind if he
stayed."

	"He better stay," Rowan returned. "On the count of three.
One." What the? "Two."

	"Okay, what are you two thinking?" I asked suspiciously.

	"Three!" Rowan said, leaping from her chair. Aaden and she
simultaneously grabbed me by the shoulders and tipped my chair back,
easing me down to the floor as fast as safely possible before they
descended on me, tickling me mercilessly. "Aaden! Stop!"

	"Oh, no," he said, smiling. "I like watching you squirm in
helpless giggles." He dug his fingers under my arm to make the point,
pulling my shirt up in the process. I did indeed dissolve, helplessly,
laughing out loud and squirming against their assaulting paws.
"Dammit!" I screamed. "Stop!"

	And they did. I sat up and swept a lock of hair out from my
eyes, glaring at them both. Aaden leaned over and kissed my cheek
softly. "Just getting your attention, lover," he said gently.

	"Well, you've got it," I said angrily. But as I look into his
face the anger melted, and I touched his throat gently with the back
of my hand, stroking his fur. "I love you," I said.

	"I know. That's why we're here. All of us."

	I smiled, turned to Rowan and said, "Come here." She leaned in
slowly and I kissed her on the nose. "And I love you too. I'm glad you
decided to stay with us."

	"Me too," she said, sighing. She opened her mouth to speak,
closed it again, then said, "You know, Ken, that when I came out of
that tank the second time, I hated you." I nodded, not at all
surprised at her statement. "All that I was, was gone. Everything I
had been, all the power and the speed that had been Rowan Masters was
gone, like it had never been."

	"And then you came to visit me, and I saw you, through these
eyes, and then you touched me, like Ember touched me the first time,
and the sensation, the thought, was so... I don't know. `Powerful'
doesn't describe it. `Profound,' I guess." She smiled tightly and
said, "I like what I am, this small, personal thing that I am. That
you two are. If I never thank you for it, it's just because I can
still feel what I was. But I'm ready for tonight; I've never wanted
what we're going to do tonight more."

	I nodded again and leaned over to kiss her again. "Thank you,"
I said. "For that admission."

	"It's the truth." She smiled and leaned over to kiss Aaden. He
closed his eyes; the expression on his face forced me to stifle a
laugh- halfway between anticipation and reservation, he looked as if
he was ready for it, but not ready for her.

	I eased myself behind him, careful not to sit on his tail, and
reached around him to feel his nipples under his fur. "I love you," I
said, whispering into his ear. I must have tickled his fur slightly;
his ear flicked against my nose.

	He reached up behind himself and put his hand on my head,
ruffling my hair. "I love you too."

	I reached down to his side and tugged on the drawstring that
kept his sweatpants closed. It came free with an easy pull, and I
pulled loose the strands that crossed over the tail-hole, making it
easy for Rowan to pull them off. He raised his hips to make it easier.

	Rowan gasped. "'rix, Ken, he's big."

	"I warned you."

	"I know, but you didn't warn me enough."

	I smiled and said, "And he's not even hard yet."

	"I can change that," she smiled, leaning over and nibbling
softly at the opening of his thick sheath. He groaned and whispered to
me, "I don't know... "

	Somehow, it came to me right then, the perfect response. "Do I
have to blindfold you so you won't know the difference, cub?" I
answered him, with a cold edge to my voice.

	"No, my Lord," he said, looking down. The way he said, "My
Lord" sent chills down my spine. And the threat had an obvious effect
on him; Rowan smiled up at the both of us as his cock hardened
slightly, the pink tip sliding out of his sheath. "Rowan," I
whispered, "bite him a little."

	He whimpered, a high-pitched whine, and I said, "Hush, cub."
He was silent until Rowan began gently abusing his sheath with her
teeth, running her tongue in tight circles around the head of his
cock. He squirmed, his cock hardening. Small whines came from his
throat again as I put my hands over his eyes; I know how much he hates
being blindfolded, but I also know how much he trusts me. I encircled
his waist with my other hand and grabbed his balls, squeezing and
twisting them slightly. He began to squirm even more, his cock coming
to full flare.

	Rowan smiled and stood up, dropping the robe she wore. Her
breasts were large, her hips wide; her body is magnificent. Her fur is
thick and expansive; rolling around with her in bed is a joy forever
if you don't mind having a hair ball in the morning. And she's well-
built for what she was about to put herself through: pregnancy. As I
slid my hand up to stroke Aaden's shaft, she knelt down again over
him. "Ready?" I asked.

	She nodded. I'd asked her not to say anything during the
evening; probably a silly precaution. I watched in fascination as she
slid her paws between her thighs, stroking between her lips. I grabbed
Aaden's cock and pushed it away from his belly, aiming it towards her.
She crawled forward a step and nuzzled her cunt up against his
proferred cock. I heard him whimper again as she slid his thick penis
into her, and the whimper was joined by her sigh.

	"Hush, cub," I reminded him as she began to stroke up and
down. For balance she put her hands on his shoulders. She wasn't
quite able to get all of him into her, and I don't think she would
have wanted to try. As it was, she was doing a ring of a job.

	"I bet," I whispered into his ear, "I bet you'd love to be on
the receiving end tonight. I bet you'd rather have me turn you over
and fuck you hard, right cub?"

	He whimpered, a high-pitched "Mm-hmm" of acknowledgment. "I
bet you'd like me to follow this up by my sliding a hand into you... "
I let the pause go on for an evil length of time while Rowan stroked
his thick cock. "I bet you'd like two hands tonight."

	There was no coherence behind his whimper this time; I could
feel his eyes flickering back and forth under my palm, searching
desperately for a point of light, a sign that might tell him what was
happening that he could not feel. With my other hand I reached around
his chest and began stroking his nipples, hard. As I played with his
chest I could feel his ribs under muscle under skin, and with an evil
grin I pressed inwards and rolled my fingers up; he squealed and
squirmed harder. That hurts, and I should know. I looked up at Rowan,
who had opened her eyes momentarily upon hearing his muffled scream. I
smiled at her; she shook her head and went back to stroking his cock
with her sex, pressing down deep with every stroke. I could see her
shuddering with the effort of pressing the head of his huge shaft
against the back wall of her cervix.

	"Want me to do that again, cub?" I asked.

	"No, my Lord," he replied, breathing hard.

	"Then you're going to come for me, aren't you?"

	"Yes, my Lord."

	"How soon?"

	"Very soon, my Lord."

	"Better make is soon, cub," I said, grabbing a nipple and
twisting it again, a little harder this time. He squirmed in response;
Rowan was slamming downward. I was covering Aaden's eyes so he
couldn't see it, but I wanted to watch her reaction when he came. I
didn't have to wait a long time. Aaden's body tensed, and tensed more.
I'd never seen him fight so hard for his orgasm before. Rowan was
staring into his face, and I could see her reactions as he got closer,
tenser, tighter. Suddenly, he threw his head back and screamed, his
whole body quaking as he came into her. I lost my grip on his eyes.

	I was quick in my response too, sliding to his left and
letting him lie down slowly, his head into my lap. He waited a few
seconds before opening his eyes and blinking a few times. "Feel
better?" I asked.

	"Much," he said. I reached down to run my hand along his
cheekruffs, soothing him. Rowan walked up and said, "That wasn't bad."

	"I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you, Rowan," Aaden said.

	"Don't worry about it," she said, smiling. "I understand. And
there are other people who can take care of me if that's what I want."

	I laughed and said, "But not tonight."

	She thought about that and said, "Right. Not tonight."

	"Why not?" Aaden asked, bewildered.

	"Combative Spermatothanosis."

	"What?" he asked again.

	"When two men come inside the same woman, for some reason the
sperm fight among themselves and her chance of pregnancy actually goes
down. It's not really a big drop; I wouldn't recommend it as a method
of birth control. But I don't want to risk it for 30 hours. And even
though we're not the same species, if CS is triggered by chemical
tracers in semen, we might be similar enough to cause it."

	"Especially if we really are what we eat," he said.

	"That's awful!" I said, grabbing one of the cushions and
swatting at him with it; he blocked it easily.

	"Actually," Rowan said, "I wouldn't mind watching you two make
love."

	I looked over at Aaden, who had a huge smile on his face. "I
can see you like the idea," I said. He nodded again, even more
enthusiastically. I grabbed him by the shoulder and quickly manhandled
him to the ground, rolling him over onto his stomach.

	He whimpered again. "Didn't think it was going to be that
easy, did you?"

	"No, my Lord."

	I smiled. I looked around for a few seconds and realized we
didn't have any lubricant. "Well," I said, "It seems we are without
anything to make my entrance easier. Maybe we'll just have to do this
dry," I said, nudging my cock between his buttocks. He whimpered
again. "Or should I ask Rowan to help?"

	A glance in her direction told me everything I wanted to know;
she nodded and smiled like a schoolgirl, but she also had one hand
over her mouth, stifling a laugh.

	"Please, my Lord, please don't fuck me dry."

	"But it might be fun," I said. "No, I'll be nice. Would you
like to do the honors, lady Rowan?"

	She smiled wider and leaned over, taking my cock into her
mouth with one swift swallow. I was immediately vaulted into paradise;
she's good! Her mouth closed around my cock and the warmth just seemed
to pervade my entire body; I could feel it slowly spreading into my
chest, my legs. Weird.

	I could also see from where we were situated, my straddling
Aaden's legs and her to his side, that she was holding his tail out of
the way with her left paw, grasping it at the base. Then I realized
she was squeezing it gently, rhythmically, with her strokes on my sex.
And her index finger was extended down the cleft of his ass, playing
with the tight ring of muscle around his anus. She let loose my cock
and looked up at me. "I think you're ready."

	"I'm definitely sensitive enough," I said. I leaned over and
ran my tongue over his asshole a few times, sliding in a little deeper
with ever lick. He moaned loudly; he loves being rimmed. I aimed my
cock and slowly pushed my cock into him; once the head was in, I took
a deep breath, pulled up a little so my cock was aimed further
downward, and plunged in viciously.

	He bit into his arm to muffle his scream. "Too hard, cub?" I
asked.

	"No... No, my Lord." But as I began to stroke him slowly, the
grunts and groans coming from him told me I might be doing it a little
too hard. Still, he had a safeword, so until he called it I wasn't
going to stop.

	I began pounding him a little harder. Why not? He groaned,
crossing his arms over his head to wait it out. I looked over to
Rowan, who was staring at us with a mixture of fascination and
concern. I smiled to her, shifted weight to get a better angle; the
angle I was attacking him with was great for hitting his prostate, but
not for my friction, and what I wanted right now was my friction.

	My strokes got even faster; normally, I'd've preferred to do
this with him on his knees, but for some reason I was having a lot of
fun fucking him like this, with him on his stomach. He was moaning,
panting into the rug, as my hips collided with his butt over and over.
He would sometimes tense his muscles, almost succeeding in holding me.

	But I was in a sadistic mood with him for some reason, and I
would simply break free, fucking him harder still, until I could feel
my release growing inside me, tightening. I was positively snarling
with every stroke as I rose to my climax, and with one savage impact
with his body I _came_ inside him, shooting into his poor, tortured
gut.

	As the world stopped spinning, I slowly slid out of him and
rolled off to my right. He groaned in gentle pain as he turned over
and sat up, carefully. "You okay?" I asked.

	"I'm going to walking bowlegged for a week!" he exclaimed,
leaning over and kissing me. "Thank you."

	"Uh, Ken, Aaden?" I turned my head to look to Rowan. "There's
blood on your cock."

	"Yeah, so?" we both responded, almost simultaneously. Blood
was nothing new to Aaden and I, not when we were enjoying the sort of
ungentle lovemaking that strikes us every once in a while.

	She shivered gently. I shuffled over to her and put my arms
around her, holding her close. "You okay?" I asked.

	She nodded. "It's just I'm not used to seeing that. I guess I
asked for it, huh?"

	I squeezed her shoulders gently. "No, you asked to watch us
make love. I don't know why that sort of lovemaking came out of that
scene, it just did. Sometimes we get out of hand."

	"And you like it?"

	"I'd be lying if I said `no.' I'd also be lying if I said it
was pleasurable."

	"Then why do you like it?"

	"For the same reason Aaden and I do a lot of the things we do.
Trust."

	"Power," Aaden offered.

	"Love," I countered. "You should know about those things. You
did run Rhysh for a while, love."

	"I know," she said. "But now that I'm... dependent on this
delicate body to keep me going, I guess I'm a little more sensitive."

	I nodded. I reached out an arm to Aaden and pulled him over,
hugging both of them close. "I love both you, you know," I said.

	"Love you too," Aaden whispered. Rowan merely said, "Mm-hmm,"
and snuggled closer. I was suddenly fascinated with this enormous
expanse of black-and-white fur surrounding me. Gods, they are both so
beautiful, and to think that they're both my children.

	"Come on," I said after a minute or so. "Let's go to bed."

	"Let's clean up first," Aaden said. I agreed. As he stood up,
he groaned and grasped his belly.

	"You okay?" I asked.

	"You always ask that. I'm fine."

	"I know. C'mon." I reached down and helped Rowan stand. "How
are you doing?"

	"We'll know tomorrow, won't we?"

	"We could always do a little cheerleading. Go Sperm! Go
Sperm!" I mimed a few pom-poms.

	"He's silly," she said, looking at Aaden and hooking a thumb
in my direction.

	"This is news?" Aaden said. "Can we take that shower now?"

	"Okay, okay," I said. We retired into the master bedroom and
the shower.