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Subject: Journal Entry 254 / 0264  [ P'nyssa's Child, Birthday ]
Date: 19 Feb 1996 13:18:39 GMT
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Erwer, Hiss 11, 0264

    There was a knock at my door, and I turned.  "What?" I shouted, 
somewhat annoyed.

    Jill, a young Centaur stood in the doorway, panting.  "I just 
came from the Arc, Ken.  Kurt told me to run over and tell you that 
P'nyssa's just gone into labor."

    "What?" I asked.  "Okay, I'll be right there."  Why, in our 
infinitely networked world, do people insist on using messengers?  
Still, it seemed right.  Labor?  That...

    It suddenly dawned on me what Jill had just told me.  Set, I 
wasn't ready!  I grabbed my windbreaker and slung it around my 
shoulders, heading out to the grav-tube that led to the roof.  I 
ran down the hallway that led to the stairs that finally led to the 
roof, and as I careened off the side of the roof to a tractored 
fall to the ground, it clicked what Jill had said.  "At the Arc?" I 
said to myself.  "Why there?"

    Jill had been well ahead of me and had already programmed the 
SDisk for us.  I leapt onto it, and she joined me.  We vanished.

    And reappeared inside the Arc.  I began another crazy race down 
the hallways towards Arcology medical, where I ran into old 
friends.  "Kurt, Kris!" I said.

    "Ken!," Kurt said.  "You got my message, good.  Kami, Rhys, and 
Utne are inside with her; I waited for you.  Go on in."

    I went in through the sliding doors. Inside the lighting was 
dimmed, and everybody seemed calm.  I wondered who 'Utne' was when 
I saw the Ssphynx nurse off to the side with a couple of towels.  
P'nyssa's face was slightly screwed up with the contractions, but 
she was breathing regularly.  "Hi, sweetheart," I said.

    "You came," she said between gasps.

    "Not like I'm going to miss this."

    "I didn't think you would."  She groaned.  I greeted Rhys and 
Kami, both of whom seemed relaxed.  Apparently Rhys anticipated no 
problems; there wasn't a medical instrument in sight.  Just a tub 
of warm water and the towels.   And the chair, which allowed for 
birth to be aided by gravity.  Why birth in the supine position was 
ever considered correct seems weird to me; must be that 
Judeo-Christian thing about "born in blood and pain," accompanied 
by knives and sutures.  No way.  Not here.

    I'm not going to describe the birthing;  suffice it to say it 
was both typical and wonderful, from my point of view.  But then I 
wasn't doing anything except watching.

              -               -              -

    We had finally settled on names the old-fashioned way; she 
named the boys and I named the girls.  With one caveat; the girls 
would all get her family's traditional silent 'P' at the beginning.  
You know, according to my records, the card over her tank read 
"Nyssa" when I was making her.  I shrugged.  I will never 
understand her fully, and maybe that's for the best.  The boy was 
named Richard, and the girl P'raine.

              -               -              -

    P'nyssa was asleep, the two children as well, when I walked 
into her room.  As it turned out, she had agreed with Kris that she 
would birth the children in daylight, so she went to the Arc, where 
it was still day out, instead of Cutter's where it was still dark 
when she went into labor.  I shook my head.  Silly.

    She stirred and her eyes opened.  "Hi," she said, weakly.

    "Hi yourself.  How y' feeling?"

    She grimaced.  "Dunno.  You know all those awful expression for 
how painful birth is?"  I nodded.  "They don't come anywhere close 
to describing it.  On the other hand," she added, "none of the 
expression describing how wonderful it is come close, either."  She 
lay her head back down on the bed and closed her eyes.

    "Tired?" I asked.

    "Not really.  I don't feel like getting out of bed, but I've 
gotten at least ten hours, maybe more, since the birth."

    "Then stay.  We'll get you... and them... home real soon."

    There must have been a broad smile on my face because she said, 
"You like the idea of being a father, don't you?"

    "I've been doing it all my life.  The difference is now I've 
got to deal with children instead of emotionally crippled adults 
like yourself."

    "I was not- " She stopped.

    "P'nyssa, when y'all come out of the tanks you are ALL 
emotionally crippled.  You're just people, but in your heads is 
nothing but a series of memories installed by a computer that knows 
nothing about you, and except for a base set of concepts, you all 
get completely random data bases to start with.  And neither 
Halloran nor I could predict the reactions between your design, 
environment, and programming.  Ever wonder why there are only 72 
Tleil Centaurs?  Let me tell you some time.

    "This is different," I continued.  "This time we do it the 
old-fashioned way."

    She smiled.  "I love you," she said.

    "I love you too."  I leaned over to kiss her, and her reply was 
deep and warm and wonderful and I enjoyed it while it lasted.

    I walked around to the other side of the bed and looked into 
the crib.  They were both sleeping peacefully, both covered in blue 
fur.  Richard stirred a little and turned over, his tens waving 
about slowly.  I smiled.

    "Hey, you," P'nyssa whispered.

    "Hmm?" I said, looking up.

    "Wanna make love?"

    I walked back to the bed and looked down at her.  "Are you 
kidding?" I asked.

    "No, seriously.  Rhys said that he countered the stretching 
well enough with a little polyac and a little psi.  I wanna see if 
he was kidding."

    "You are kidding."

    "No, really," she said.  "I wanna try out my new cunt."

    I laughed.  "You're really serious."

    "Yes!"

    I walked to the door and locked it and then I rejoined her.   
Before I could crawl into bed with her, she said "Open the window."

    I gave her a questioning look, then walked over to the window, 
opening it fully.  Fully included the skylights, which meant that 
the entire wall and about a third of her ceiling was open to the 
outside.  This side of the Arc faced away from Abornia plain 
towards the Vassalo mountain range, and the eternal snow glistened 
and glittered and reflected into the room.  "They gave you the best 
room in the entire arcology, didn't they?"

    "Just about," she said.

    The bed, a wonderfully sturdy-looking wooden bed that still 
could adjust when necessary, creaked and groaned under my weight. 
She growled slightly as she pulled off the less-than-effective 
hospital gown, and I laughed as I pulled off my clothes and boots.

    Naked, we cuddled close, pulling the one light sheet over us.  
The room was warm and we didn't need any sort of covering, but it 
seemed right.  I put an arm over her body and snuggled close to 
her.  She sighed contentedly.

    "Do you just want a hug, or are you really gung-ho to make love 
right now?" I said.

    "We'll see.  But I do want to make love to you."

    "Just to me?" I said.

    "Right now, just to you," she said quietly.  I hugged her a 
little tighter.

    I began to stroke her quietly, scratching her through her fur; 
she likes that.  After a few minutes she said, "I've got a surprise 
for you."

    "What kind?" I asked.

    "One you've been waiting for," she replied.  I could guess.  
"Go ahead," she said, answering the question.

    I slid down the bed a little and leaned over her, taking one of 
her nipples into my mouth.  I bit down just a touch and sucked 
experimentally.  I was rewarded with her warm milk, sweeter and 
heavier than what I was used to.  But it was hers, and so I suckled 
her gently.  I felt her legs part and I knew she was gently 
fondling herself.  

    I suckled for a little while, rising and getting between her 
legs so I could reach her other breast without crushing her.  I 
alternated back and forth, and she whimpered slightly as she came 
from her masturbating.  "Don't stop," she said.  "I want to come 
again."  I kept on suckling, but lightened up on the pressure a 
little.  The heaviness of her milk was very filling, and I was 
starting to fill.

    She came a second time, and I crawled down between her legs to 
lick her cunt.  There was musky scent, heavy and slightly stale, 
and I recognized it as blood from the birth; she hadn't had a bath 
yet.  I didn't object; there's something about a woman's blood that 
turns me on.  I love to go down on P'nyssa during her period.

    I licked in deep and soft, tasting and almost dutifully 
cleaning.  I felt... well, let's say I felt like a Felinzi, licking 
my lover clean like that.  It was a neat sensation.  As I licked 
her, her juices flowed light and sweet again, almost like they had 
been before her pregnancy.  Almost; there were some new tastes 
stirred in among the old; new scents, pheromones and hormones that 
marked her as a new mother.  The idea turned me on, and I licked 
her all the more fervently.  She groaned in response and said "Yes, 
oh, yes," as she came again.  I didn't stop, and she didn't argue.  
We went on, trying to get her to come again, and her fourth orgasm 
ran through her violently, a soft, high-pitched coo escaping her.

    She whispered softly, "That was wonderful."

    "Like that, huh?" I said.

    "Yeah."  She looked into my eyes, her face very serious 
suddenly, and said, "Make love to me, Ken.  Please."

    I nodded, and her mits slowly stroked my cock to full life.  
She held onto my cock as I lay down on top of her and she guided me 
into her.  She was wet, but she was also surprisingly tight; I was 
actually having trouble getting into her, and she had been dripping 
just a few seconds ago.

    "Okay?" I asked.

    "Mm-hmm," she said.  "Just... Just let me get used to it."

    "How does it feel?"

    "I can't say.  It... It doesn't really feel like me, you know 
what I mean?  I guess I'll have to get used to it."

    "It's like you really have a new cunt, huh?"

    "Yeah, it is."  She smiled, a big wide smile.  I slowly pulled 
out, and she said "easy, easy."  I slowed down even further, until 
I was just crawling, easing in and out of her.  She smiled again 
and said "You can speed up a little."

    I did so gratefully.  She groaned as we began to make love.  
She wrapped her legs around me and slowly we began to put a little 
effort into it, her hips rising up to meet mine as I stroked down.

    I slowed down, and then stopped, my hard and demanding cock 
inside her.  "What were you going to do if you were still loose?" I 
asked.

    "Well, I would have complained to Rhys."  I stroked my cock out 
and in, once.

    "I mean, right at this moment." Stroke.

    "I would have let you have my ass." Stroke.

    "You're kidding." Stroke.  "I should have complained." Stroke.

    "You can have me there later.  Right now, I want you fuck my 
pussy until you come."

    I complied with her desire, speeding up until we were again 
meeting thrust-for thrust.  Open-mouthed and panting, I began to 
feel my orgasm rising, and she was responding to that.  I began to 
push on, ignoring her, ignoring everything in my headlong desire to 
come.  I came with a groan, shooting into her, feeling everything 
give way with pleasure and relief.

    I rose up and supported myself, then leaned over and fell onto 
my side, up against her body.  After a few minutes she said, 
"Well?"

    "Well, what?"

    "What was it like?"

    I blinked a few times, then said "P'nyssa, what are you worried 
about?  That was great."

    She smiled, a little wanly, and said, "I was worried that you 
might not like... making love to me anymore."

    "What?  Why not?"

    "Because... Well, because yesterday you saw two babies come 
down that very same cunt."

    "Oh, you're being silly.  I love you.  And it's not as if I 
haven't made love to mothers before.  Did you know I helped birth 
Ress's third?"

    "You...  You midwifed for M'Rann?"

    "Yeah... and it didn't slow down my desire to fuck her any more 
than watching you give birth slowed down my desire for you.  I 
don't think that's an issue."

    She smiled and said, "I guess I was being silly."

    "Well, it is a legitimate concern, I guess.  Besides, it was 
different."

    "Different, how?"

    "Well, it was a lot tighter, almost like anal sex in a way.  
Except it was also the same wonderful texture your cunt has always 
had."

    "Thanks."  Her smile was sweet and honest.

    "For what?  The truth?  P'nyssa, if you're worried about my 
ever getting bored with you, forget it now.  I thought that we 
never got bored with each other was part of the agreement that we 
were never jealous of each other."

    "I know... I guess..."

    "I guess that your hormones are all screwed up with maternal 
drives running through you.  Come on-" I was interrupted by crying.  
Little Richard had awoken.

    She sighed.  I got out of bed and picked him up, cradling him 
carefully in the crux of my arm.  P'raine slept through it all.  I 
got the feeling she was going to be a lot less troublesome than he 
was.  I handed him to P'nyssa, who led him to her nipple, where he 
suckled his dinner.

    "How does that feel?" I asked.

    "It feels nice," she said.  "It feels very nice."

    "Just wait until he gets teeth."

    "Don't remind me." She smiled, and I laughed aloud.

    "It really feels good, huh?"

    "Wonderful."  I smiled, and found the controls for the bed.  I 
pushed the head-up button, bringing that part of the bed to about a 
sixty-degree angle.  "What are you doing?"

    "Lean back," I said, pushing against her shoulder gently.  She 
leaned back, looking up at me with a dubious expression.  I pulled 
the sheet off of her again and spread her legs.  Richard continued 
to nurse quietly and she stroked his fur absentmindedly with one 
mitt while she watched me.

    I got onto the bed and lay between her legs, gently licking 
around her cunt.  She moaned as I did so and spread her legs a 
little wider.  Her clit responded to my licking, and I returned the 
favor by responding
       to her clit, licking it directly.  She groaned.  Looking up, 
which also meant looking up through my long hair, I could see her 
holding Richard in both tens against her nipple.  He looked very 
contended with his mouth around one of her hot spots, and she 
looked contented with my mouth around another.  I licked her softly 
and directly, and when she came, it was a quiet little shudder and 
a whimper of pleasure.  Richard picked his head up for a moment, 
looking confused (are newborns ever anything but confused?), then 
leaned back against her swollen breast as she stroked his head and 
cooed "It's okay, Richard, mommy alright, go back to what you were 
doing."  I smiled, and leaning over our son, kissed her.  Her 
tongue reached out to lick her juices from off my chin, and I 
laughed.  Small suckling noises came from Richard, and we both 
laughed again.

    "Happy?" I asked her.

    "Very," was all she said.

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