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Archive-name: JourEntr/j672-020.txt
Archive-author: Elf Matheiu Sternberg
Archive-title: Remember


From The Journals of A.I. David Majors Shardik 020 / 0672

     The door to the apartment slid open with only the slightest
whisper, but Ember heard that whisper and slammed the book in her lap
shut quickly, looking up to see who had entered.

     Her guilt at being caught intensified.  "P'raine!" she said.

     P'raine walked in silently, shaking her head.  "What are you doing
in here?" she asked.

     "I was just... I mean... I just... Oh, damn.  I was feeling lonely,
so I decided to come in here and just... be alone."

     "That's not a very good cure for loneliness, kiddo.  Wha'cha
readin?"

     "It's just a book.  I thought I'd get caught up."

     "Let me see."

     "It's just a book."

     "Bawr, you may well be five hundred years old, but I'm still your
friend.  I know better than that.  Give it here."

     Ember's muzzle fell, her nose flaring with more than a little
embarrassment as she turned over the gray hardcover to P'raine.  P'raine
turned it over and read the title.  "The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal
Shardik, Personal Threads, 148."  

     She put the book down on the mildly dusty coffee table and sat next
to Ember.  "Still hurts, doesn't it?"

     Ember nodded, miserably.  Tears welled in her eyes and she said,
"He's not dead.  He can't be dead."

     "They've been missing for nearly fifty years, sweetheart.  If
they're out there, it'll be a long time before we find them.  The last
report we had was of a Sinox attack on their location, but Ian told me
they swept that area pretty hard."

     "Rainy, you can't kill someone like Kennet Shardik.  It just
doesn't happen.  Not by some sub-adolescent species with oversized
nostrils.  The Sinox did not kill my grandfather, and I know it!"

     Rainy put her tens around her best friend's shoulders and said "I
know, Bawr, I know.  They're my parents, trust me, I know."  Ember
buried her head in Rainy's chest and began crying.  She cried for a long
time, loud sobs shuddering through her every once in a while, sometimes
accompanied by a little peal, a little prayer.

     "I want him to come home," Ember said in her little voice.  "I want
him to come home and hold me, take me to bed and play with me again.  I
want to touch him and hold him and kiss him and bite him."  P'raine
grinned gently.  "I want to feel his tongue against my clit, and his
cock inside my pussy again.  I miss him, and it's not fucking fair!"

     P'raine stroked Ember's hair.  "No, it isn't.  Over there on that
wall is Dad's proof that life isn't fair," she said, pointing to the
picture of Donna.  "Sometimes people die.  Sometimes they just leave."

     "But not Ken, not Ken, he couldn't just leave without saying
goodbye.  He couldn't just die somewhere out there, among the stars.
Why'd he want to leave Pendor anyway?"

     P'raine shrugged slightly.  "He liked the stars, and he liked to
travel.  He once joked that the was the ultimate tourist, and he had
built the ultimate place to see."  She smiled.

     Ember smiled through her tears, still crying gently.  "It's still
not fair."

     "No, it isn't.  But maybe he'll come back.  Maybe it'll be soon.
You could wake up tomorrow and find him and mom and Aaden and maybe even
Rowan moving right back in."

     "Probably not," Ember said.

     "No, probably not," Rainy agreed.  "But it could happen."

     Ember smiled slightly and said, "I know."  She brushed at the tears
that had flowed down onto her fur and said, "I just wish.  Why'd you
come here?"

     "I grew up in here," Rainy said.  "This is my home.  Remember when
you used to babysit me?"

     Ember nodded, her face cheering just a little.  "And I remember you
throwing up all over me when you were fur."

     P'raine stuck out her tongue at Ember and said, "I told you I
didn't feel good that night."  They sat on the couch and laughed.  "You
know," Rainy said, "you're very privileged.  Or we are, I guess."

     "What do you mean?"

     "Nobody knows these are here," P'raine said, tapping the cover of
the Journal Entry.  "Castle Shardik people can read these all they want,
but the ones in the public domain are all five hundred years old or so."

     "That one's in the public domain," Ember said.

     "Yeah, but not this one," Rainy replied, leaning over to the
bookshelf and pulling down '477.  She flipped through it to Shardik's
birthday, finding the day before and the day after.  She showed it to
Bawr, who quickly scanned the pages with her eyes.  She laughed a little
at some of it, and said, "I didn't know that was in there."

     Rainy shrugged.  "I'm glad some people don't know, too.  But it's
okay if you do."

     "Thanks."

     "Hey," Rainy said, "what are friends for?"  She was silent for a
few seconds.  "Actually, I came back because I wanted to visit."

     Ember looked up.  "Visit who?" she asked.

     "Ghosts, I guess.  Dead or alive, he's missing, but my home hasn't
changed.  It's still the same.  The rug's a little faded, the walls a
little dusty.  I got used to all the plants, and now Aaden's moved.  He
isn't at Rhysh; nobody seems to know where he is.  The door to my old
bedroom's closed shut again, but the living room's the same.  New
bookshelf next to the old ones."  She sighed.  "You know, I miss him,
too.  But not the way you do.  I've read 'The Kitten'n,' sweetheart."
Bawr's fur crested with embarrassment.  "So I know how well you and Dad
got along.  But I miss other things about him.  I miss the scratchy
beard he had when I was growing up.  I miss watching him turn the crank
to make ice cream.  I miss his fission chili."

     Ember smiled a little wider.  "I know.  I miss those things too.  I
miss throwing him into the pool.  I mean, I threw Maha in the other day,
but it just wasn't the same."

     "Isn't Maha your father?"

     "Yeah, but he wasn't the one who I grew up with.  I grew up with
your dad, with Ken.  Dad, my dad, was always busy, always out doing
things.  Now that I'm grown up, he's just another mel, really."

     Rainy nodded.  "That was before Mom and he moved in together."

     Ember jumped up and said, "I'm gonna go talk to some of your
ghosts."  She walked to the bedroom portal and jumped.  The gravitics
lowered her quickly to the bed, and she grabbed the pillows, wrapping
herself in them.  Ken had always had large pillows on the bed, and if
she concentrated real hard, she could just barely make out his scent on
them, mingled with others.

     The scent just deepened her depression, making it hurt all the
more.  She barely noticed when Rainy landed on the bed.  "That's not
going to make you feel any better," Rainy said.

     "I know," Ember said, her voice cracking.  "But I need to feel
this.  I need him."

     Rainy knelt on the bed next to her curled-up friend.  "Ember," she
said.  "Close your eyes."  Ember did so, and Rainy slowly placed her
mitt against the back of Rainy's back.  "Close your eyes and dream."

     Ember sobbed gently, her eyes closed and her head buried into the
pillow.  "Think about Ken, Ember.  Try to remember him.  Think of his
long hair.  Brown eyes.  Strong chin and nose.  Remember?"

     "Uh-huh" Ember said.

     "Just imagine his hands, touching you, like this," Rainy spoke
slowly, running her mittens down her back.  "You remember how he used to
like to scratch you?"  Ember nodded.  "And remember how he used to
tickle you?"  Rainy circled her mitt lightly over Ember's sides, trying
to tickle her friend.  Ember giggled and squirmed.  "Do you remember his
kiss?"

     Rainy bent over and kissed Ember lightly, just behind the ear,
making it flicker gently, just as a cat's will.  Ember sighed softly.
"And sometimes he'd move a little further down.  Remember... He used to
love to kiss your neck."  She moved down and kissed the back of Ember's
neck, baring her teeth just a little to get through the fur.  "Do you
remember?"

     "Uh-huh," Ember said again, this time a little more breathlessly.

     Rainy pushed herself away just a little and put her mittens on
Ember's shoulders.  "He used to love to rub your shoulders, just like
this."  Rainy smiled as Ember's sighed broke.  "You miss him, I know,
but he's still here, still alive."  She eased her way down Ember's back,
carefully trying to touch every knot and care.  Although she lacked her
mother's psionic talent for knowing exactly what was wrong where, she
knew where her friend hurt; she could feel it, and she sometimes thought
she could see it.

     And as her mittens reached Ember's butt, Rainy realized she was
going to have to go through with her intentions.  She took a deep breath
and said, "Remember how annoying he could be, waking you up at ten lome'
because he couldn't sleep and his hands would wander, and where would
they wander to?"  Her mittens slid along the furry cleft of Ember's ass,
easing their way towards Ember's cunny.  Ember moaned as Rainy's palm
slid over her pussy.

     "I rrememberrrrr," Ember said, her voice falling into a deep and
pronounce Felin accent.  "But he wasn't always annoying," she said.

     "No, he wasn't," Rainy agreed, her smile broadening.  "Sometimes,
you would wake up from a great dream, remember?  A hot and sexy dream,
and there he was, touching you, and he was so much better than a dream,
wasn't he?"

     "Yeahhhhh..." Ember purred.  "So much betterrr.  He was so sweet."

     Rainy's mitten slid down, caressing Ember's cunt where it pouted
out from between her legs.  "And his hands would go everywhere," she
said, reaching over Ember to stroke her nipples.  "You remember what he
called you, didn't he?  'My Kitten.'  My kitten."  She flexed her palm
between Ember's labia, sliding it deeper against the flesh.  Ember
mewled a low moan of pleasure, turning over onto her back.  "It meant
everything to you, didn't it, to be possessed by him.  More than his
silly friends, he owned you, didn't he?"

     "Yessss..." Ember moaned, the confession startling even her.  Rainy
continued her explorations, rubbing the soft fur of Ember's belly.
Ember spread her legs a little wider, and Rainy accepted the invitation,
laying down between her friend's legs and taking her first, tentative
licks of Ember's pussy.  Ember's purr was loud and soulful, and Rainy
accepted it for the permission it was, licking a little deeper, using
both mittens to spread Ember's vulva just a little wider, taking a
careful look before sliding her tongue into the tiny pink slit of flesh.

     Ember put her paws on Rainy's head gently, urging her on.  "I
rememberrrrr..." she purred, her body tensing with pleasure as Rainy
dove in deeper, feeling the pleasure course up her spine and down her
legs.  She felt her toes curl.  She could see the deep blue fur of the
top of Rainy's head between her thighs, but it mattered little to her...
It felt so good!

     Rainy had a little fight with the muscles of her smile, trying to
concentrate them on Ember and having trouble marshalling them.  She
shook her head there between Ember's thighs, laughing gently into the
warm and delicious cunny before her, licking the tiny labia of her best
friend, working her way towards Ember's hooded clitoris, pressing gently
above it with her lips, exposing the little pink-white nub to her.
Ember yowled aloud like a soul found as she slid her tongue over that
nub ever-so-gently, caressing her evermore carefully, evermore urgently.

     Rainy began gently grazing Ember's clit up and down, savoring the
juices that dripped in tiny pulses from her cunny, and Ember growled
softly, "just a little harderrr, pleaserrrr.."  Rainy pressed down with
a little more force, but just as slowly, and Ember breathing grew strong
as she dug in just a little more.  "Morrrrre."  Rainy sped up just a
little, and Ember shuddered, her legs pressing against Rainy suddenly,
and Rainy knew Ember had just come.

     But that was no reason to stop, and she simply backed off, nipping
at Ember's outer lips with her teeth, eliciting little growls as she
did.  The smile returned, and she fought it back- her lips had more
interesting things to do.  The mottled black-and-white of Ember's fur
reached between her legs and ran down the left side of her groin, except
for the labia itself, the fur of which was white on one side and a tawny
orange on the other- the only place on Ember's body that showed her
mother's fur color.

     Rainy admired the view of her friend's beautiful cunt for a short
time before diving in again, slowly licking around and closing in on the
clitoris again, driving Ember slowly towards her second orgasm.

     And Rainy decided to tease this time, pushing even slower.
"Faster," Ember breathed, and Rainy slowed down.  "Slower," Ember said,
and Rainy slowed down. 

     "Stop teasing me..." Ember moaned, mournfully, groaning.  Rainy
slid one of her tens down between her own legs and into the silk pants
she wore, stroking her own cunt, not at all surprised to find it
dripping and soaked.  She smiled, playing with herself but concentrating
entirely on Ember, and finally she relented, speeding up as Ember
wished, kissing and licking until Ember yowled aloud, climaxing with
tiny thrashes on the bed.

     Rainy pulled her mitten out of her pants and crawled up to hover
over Ember.  "Do you remember?" she asked, the smile returning.

     Ember nodded, her eyes fluttering open.  "I remember.  I also
remember how much of a tease he was!"  She threw her arms up and wrapped
them around Rainy, hauling her friend down onto the bed with her.
"Thank you so much," she said.

     "Anything for you," Rainy said.  "You're family, and don't you ever
forget it."

     "I won't," Ember sighed.  The two of them curled up for one more
night in Shardik's bed.

--
"Remember"
The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales
are (c) 1989, 1990 Elf Matheiu Sternberg.  May be freely distributed by
cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for
personal use.

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