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Subject: Journal Entry 136 / 0068  [ The Kittenin' ]
Date: 28 Jan 1996 08:13:34 GMT
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Noren, Narnya 15, 0068

    I was whistling tunelessly, smiling; It had been a hard day at 
the beach, composing hormonal annotes for the latest species I 
intended to introduce to the universe.

    I grinned to myself, too amused at my own sense of superiority.  
Gods! Sometimes I am so cocky!  But how else should a deity feel?

    I scowled, again to myself as I had no witnesses.  I floated 
down the g-tube towards my room, worried that I might someday 
believe my godhead.  A frightening thought.  I am easier to kill, 
they are superior models; I am just a refit of Ma Nature.  Even if 
my kids do look upon me as some sort of father figure.

    I pondered the question of what makes a god when a single scent 
brought a smile to my face and wiped away philosophy.

    Ember!  Bawr Mahn, M'Bawr, was turning 16 tomorrow, the age 
when Felinzi observe silly ceremonies celebrating a 'coming of 
age.'  Silly because most kids were competent by the age of nine 
(and judging by the people who live in my castle, they stay 
childish for 60 years).  But then we are a world of instant 
tradition, being such a young society.  Basically, it amounts to a 
sweet-sixteen party.

    Ember's scent grew stronger as I headed down the corridor, even 
though her rooms were down towards the other end of the castle.  
She might be visiting her mother, or somebody else.

    It continued as I passed Ress' room, which meant... There's 
only one door left down this hallway, and it's mine.

    The door opened and it was dark inside.  I fought down an urge 
to assume a combative posture.  She was functionally my own 
grandchild, for Gods' sake!  Even if her mother was genetically 
incompatible with me and had been born from a tank.

    "Ember?"  Her scent was strong.  She'd been waiting a while.  I 
was tempted to ask Dave how long she'd been here, and to ask him 
why he hadn't called me the moment I'd returned.  But the answer to 
that was kind of obvious.  Ember had been Dave's favorite for a 
long time, even before he'd been installed in the castle.

    "Father?"  She rose from the couch, the term of endearment 
irking me a little as she walked over.  Her scent wafted over me. 
She was... frightened?  Apprehensive?  Something.  She held out her 
hands, in a come-hither gesture that did not go with her present 
behavior.  I walked forward and took her hands.

    "What's wrong, sweetheart?"  I asked.  She knows she can't hide 
anything from me, anymore than I could from her.  She looked up at 
me, her tongue flicking out over her nose, a nervous gesture she'd 
picked up from her mother.

    I raised my eyebrow.  "Hmmm?"

    She looked away, shy, then turned back.  "Ken..."  Now I was 
REALLY confused.  She NEVER called me that.

    "Ember, what's bothering you?"

    "Tomorrow's my birthday.  Tomorrow I won't be a kitten, 
anymore."

    "And you're afraid I'd stop loving you, or change in some way?  
That's silly."

    She shook her head, a firm NO. "I need to ask you for a special 
favor."

    "I'd do anything I could for you, you know that."

    She paused, then, "Tomorrow, I'll be caiss according to 
everybody except... in the most important way.  I'll still be a 
kitten.  You told me a long time ago that the one I gave my 
kittenin' to should be able to appreciate it for the gift that it 
is.  That's how you said it, and I think... you... could appreciate 
it most."

    I looked down at what was to me a very young, very vulnerable 
girl.  "You mean?"

    She nodded.  I was momentarily stunned.  I looked down at her, 
and then I picked her up, gently, one hand under her shoulders, one 
under her knees, and walked slowly over to the hole in the floor 
that leads to my bedroom.  We fell down it, the v-grav systems 
dropping us gently onto the bed, and as we landed I positioned 
myself against her, holding her to me.

    "Ember, are you sure you want to do this?"  Her eyes held me 
clearly, and she nodded, gently, surely.  She wrapped her arms 
around my neck, and I kissed her, her cute pink muzzle, and then I 
moved down, and felt her tongue against mine.  I traveled on, 
nibbling her chin and feeling her fur against my lips and tongue.  
I've always liked Felinzi, one of my favorite species, the humanoid 
Felis Domesticus, all fur and playfulness, but this was something 
else.  "Ember?"

    "Mrrrr?" She said, a little dreamily, but with a curious tone.

    "What do you really want?"

    "I want you to love me.  I want everything."  She leaned into 
me and kissed me hard, her rough/soft tongue entering my mouth.  
She pulled down, nuzzling my neck, licking and kissing and 
sometimes threatening with her sharp teeth.  Her paw found my 
breeches, and undid the clasp.

    A small laugh escaped me.  "You've learned how to make a man 
happy."

    She looked at me quizzically.  "I'm not inexperrienced, 
Fatherrr.  I just saved myselff forr today."

    That made me sit up and take pause.  "Ember... did you just 
tell me that you've been waiting for me for all your years?"

    "Uhrrrr... Yeah.  I've always wanted you to be my firrst 
loverr.  Everr since I was... twelve, I guess, is when I firrst 
thought about it."

    "Ember... I'm touched." Touched? I was fucking stunned!  
"But... why?"

    "Why?" she repeated, her fingers still stroking my chest, her 
claws out just enough to scratch and tickle.  "That's kind of a 
silly question. You're my vaterr, and not just in the usual sense.  
You werre my motherr's companion..." (more like she was mine) " 
...for so long... forty yearrs orr so, and you babysat me so many 
times when I was young.  I grew up arround you, you mean so much to 
me.  You taught me how to tie a knot, how to read, how to fly a 
'cycle!  Frrom you I even learrned how to deal with boys!" Her 
slitted eyes gleamed beautifully, the light reflecting off the back 
of them.  "You'rrre the closest thing I have to a best frrriend, 
and on my birthday I want you to have my best present."  And she 
grinned a little wildly to herself at her little joke, her ears 
flickering back and forth like radar.

    I looked up at her, not quite sure what to say.  Somewhere, I 
heard my rare mechanical clock ticking, and I thought to myself '15 
years, 291 days, and how many hours?'  But looking at her, her 
unbearable beauty in her asymmetrical black and white fur, so 
unlike either of her parents, the black trailing down the white 
between her ears.  Whatever Gods there truly are had had a hand in 
her making, she is so adorably beautiful.  I wanted her.

    I reached up, my hands finding her cloak-pin, and I undid it.  
Wherever she'd been earlier today, it had been raining, the cloak 
was still damp.  But, like most Felinzi, underneath it she was 
naked, and the pattern of her fur continued in a mottling that was 
almost a parody of tiger stripes, but wasn't, not really.  Her tail 
occasionally flicked over my legs, then back, more nervousness.

    Her hands undid my shirt, pushing it back over my shoulders, 
and then I moved to help her take it off.  She started to pull on 
my breeches, and I let her remove them, and we cast aside our 
clothes and stopped in the dim light and we looked at each other.

    I smiled a little, at the absurdity of myself, my gawky human 
frame, even though in the best of human condition, as I compared 
myself to the lithe, sleek power contained in her furry little 
body.  She smiled back, and then she pushed me back, kissing me 
furiously, her mouth then moving, exploring my throat once more, 
and I was sure that this was what we both wanted.  Her tongue raked 
across my nipples, and her sharp catteeth heightened my sensitivity 
with their threats.  I growled, and she purred back, and all the 
while her tail, probably through no thought of her own, tickled my 
balls.  

    Her cool nose found my balls first, her tongue still flicking 
over them, almost painful in the tickling they did, and she slid up 
my erection, and then, giving my cock an almost curious look, she 
plunged downward, taking all of it in one slide into her muzzle, 
closing down and holding it, her tongue bathing it, loving it.  I 
was in heaven, her rough tongue was so good.  Somewhere, something 
told me she'd done this before.  She was slow, taking care as she 
slid up and down it to feel it, to make me feel her, and gods! was 
she good!  And this was once the little kitten I'd raised?

    I touched her shoulder, and her slitted eyes glanced towards 
me, and I slowly pushed her away.  I wanted to wait.  She looked at 
me, afraid that she'd done something wrong, but I just smiled.  I 
slowly turned her over in the lowered gravity of my bed, and I 
began my trek down from her mouth to her cunt, nibbling at the 
little tufts of fur at her shoulders and her small, firm breasts.  
I paused as I flicked over her nipples to listen, just to listen, 
to her heartbeat and her breathing, finding such power and love in 
such simple, living things as her heart and her breath.

    I moved down between her parted legs, where her pink jewel lay, 
moist and waiting, where the fur became thin and fine and soft, and 
I kissed her right above her cunt, slowly, worshipping her.  

    My tongue came alive there, between her legs where her scent 
was heady sweet.  I licked along her outer lips, parting them from 
the inner, slowly wetting the whole of her cunt with my tongue, 
slowly slipping apart her inner lips, so that I could see her clit, 
open, exposed, and her core, where eventually, I would be the first 
to go.  I licked around her clit, mindful of her sensitivity, 
sometimes dipping down into her cunt to taste the fullness of her 
juices, and then returning to her lips, and the hood.  The flesh 
there was smooth and soft as silk, and I wanted to stay forever.  I 
licked her clit, and her legs pulled up a little more and her paws 
found my hair, and I could feel her orgasm approaching, her claws 
extending just a little against my skull.

      Slowly her orgasm built, and I teased her, sometimes pausing 
for whole seconds to let her die down a bit, just to tease her some 
more.  "Pleaserrrrrrr...." her moan died down into a purr that was 
more needful than anything, and I gave, now caressing her clit with 
my tongue directly, fully, giving her the needed pressure, the 
speed, and then her whole body shuddered, silently, the muscles in 
her body contracting in approach, and then, quietly and violently, 
she came, releasing her tension and shaking with pleasure as her 
orgasm crested and dropped, and slowly soothed away.

    She lay there, eyes closed and breathing hard.  I slowly moved 
up along her body and slid down next to her, cuddling next to her, 
and waited.  She turned to look at me, and then she smiled, showing 
teeth.  "That was wonderrrfulll.  Mom was rright, you arre good."  
I grinned back.

    Then I lost that grin.  "Ember, are you sure you want to do 
this?" I asked, still not sure of my answer.  I looked at the 
clock.  She was still fifteen, and would be for at least another 
thirty minutes.

    "Yes." was all she said.

    "Then...do you want to be on top?  Let you control what 
happens, how fast, and all?"  Truth to tell, I'd've preferred that.  
Less guilt if it turned out to hurt a lot.

    But she shook her head.  "No, please.  I want to lie herre, I 
want to feel you on top of me, taking me.  Please, I need it to be 
that way." Her eyes were almost in tears.  "I want it to be like... 
I... surrrenderr myself to you..." and she whispered the last word 
"...Father."

    I looked at her, and whether she meant that word in the sense 
that people sometimes call me "Na'Shardik" or whether she meant it 
as "the guy whose always been there for me since I was born," it 
didn't bother me so much.  I think I understood her, and I loved 
her more than ever before.  I moved over her and knelt between her 
legs, parting them.  Slowly, I looked down at my cock, which in all 
my thought had lost a little stiffness, and she smiled, and slowly 
stroked it to life with her soft paws, and it grew back to its 
hardness, and I pushed back and the head of my cock held still at 
her cunt.  I looked into her eyes, and she stared back into mine, 
and then, very slowly, just once, she nodded.

    I pushed forward, our breath sounding loud in my ears, her eyes 
becoming all that I saw as I felt my cock enter her, pushing past 
that first, virgin ring of resistance and taking her.  Her eyes 
shut, and a little mewl of pain escaped her as I slid into her 
fully, until my hips met hers, and I just held there until she 
opened her eyes.  There were tears there, but she smiled, slowly, 
and in caiss she sniffed "hurts..."

    "I know.  Just take a few breaths, and wait."

    She nodded again, gently.  I waited myself, a little afraid 
that my erection would flag and disappoint her.  But she looked up 
again, and whispered "Fuck me, Father, please.  Let me feel it."

    I looked at her face, then down between our bodies to where we 
were joined, and slowly I began to pull back, until I was almost 
out.  Then slowly back in.  "Faster," she mewled, and I wasn't sure 
whether I pleased her or hurt her, but I obliged, speeding up, my 
hips meeting hers on every stroke, my cock enveloped by her tight 
warm wet soft glove.  Mine.  Mine first.  And I did fuck her, my 
cock going in and out, faster and harder and her arms were around 
me and her claws against my back as I pressed myself lightly 
against her, fucking her warm little body.  My cock had a life of 
its own, and I could feel the tightness in my balls, and I 
whispered in my speed "Ember... I'm going..." and she replied 
"Go..." and with her permission I exploded my come into her, 
filling her for the first time with semen and then feeling my 
orgasm wind down, and slowly my mind returned to me.  I looked up 
at her, and her eyes danced again in the dim light, and she 
laughed.

    I smiled back, tearfully happy, and we laughed together. "Oh, 
gods, Ember, thank you."

    "Thank you, too, Father.  That was the best birthday present I 
ever got."  And her voice was happy and free from pain.  And we 
laughed again as I rolled over and off of her.  She gasped. "Oh, 
no..."

    "What?" I asked, worried all of a sudden.

    "You're bleeding.  I think I clawed your back."

    I put a hand there, and sure enough, it came back red.  
"'Sokay, I heal fast.  Doesn't hurt.  Just remember not to do it 
next time.  Besides, you're bleeding, too, a little," I said, 
glancing down at my cock.  But she just grinned at that, and then 
slowly what I'd said dawned on her.

    "Next time?  You mean, like, you, and me?"

    "Yeah, like next time you and me and this room, or maybe out on 
Abornia plain, where your mother and I first, or who knows?  But if 
you want, there will be next time."

    "Yes! Yes, I want there to be a next time.  I know I can't come 
between you and your work, but..."

    "Ember, beloved grandchild of mine, you were born in my house, 
and you may stay here forever.  I love you, now in... more and 
different ways than before, but love you I do.  Stay around, and I 
guarantee there will be a next time.  Now... let's get some sleep, 
together, here.  Oh, and look, It's still Elenya.  You won't be a 
kitten when you become a caiss."

    "Will you still call me your kitten?"

    "I don't think you could ever stop being my kitten."

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"Journal Entry 136 / 0068  [ The Kittenin' ]"
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