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     The next day brought a clearing of the weather, and wearily we
trudged up the side of Piter's ridge.  She grumbled less this time, and
we talked cheerfully.  My arm was useless slung as it was, and I needed
her help.  I was fortunate that she'd torn up my left arm since I'm
mostly right handed, although if I'd been flying I usually pilot with my
left hand, since it's the one that's most dextrous.  We passed my cave
and headed for the last peak in the ridge, up into the cold heights.
The ridge is not very big, but the temperature change can be dramatic.
     That night we stopped and made camp.  This time, with the cold and
the drier weather, we made a substantial fire, trying to warm up.
     "Did you and Nyss get along?" I asked.
     She shrugged.  "Yes and no.  She's more het than you are, I think.
She really prefers your company anyway.  Besides, sometimes I'm just a
little too butch for her."
     "After last night, I can't imagine why."
     She chuckled.  She has magnificent eyes.
     A short while later, she walked around and slowly peeled off my
shirt.  "Your wounds didn't bleed, thanks to the nb's.  But that repair
should still be corrected by a healer when you get to your campsite."
Her fingers were delicate and gentle against my ravaged back, and I
cooed with the pleasure of her gentler touch.
     "Like that?" she said with an amused voice.
     "Very much.  I'm very ticklish on my back."
     Her response was to slowly wrap her arms around me form behind,
taking my nipples in between her fingers and slowly twisting them.  My
response was instantaneous; I groaned aloud and closed my eyes, feeling
the small electric jabs that that does to me course between them.  My
erection swelled to it's full length, and one of her paws slid down to
stroke it through the material of my jeans.  I leaned back against her,
very aware of my tender back, but enjoying what she was doing far too
much to give a damn.
     She laughed quietly and said, "You're very excitable."
     "Very," I whispered.
     She laughed again, and said "Give me your hand."
     I gave her my right hand, and she looked at it closely.  I looked
over my shoulder at her, and she said, "Stay right here."  She rose and
walked out of the immediate firelight to her backpack, retrieved
something from a small pouch, and returned.  She sat to my immediate
right and took my hand again.  She produced a nail clipper and a file,
and proceeded to give me a manicure.  I guessed what she had in mind,
and chuckled.  "You really want to do what I'm thinking?"
     She said, "You had your last night."
     "And you didn't enjoy it?"
     "I didn't say that."  She released my hand and said, "You know what
I want."
     I did at that.  I leaned over to her and unzipped the denim
jumpsuit she wore down to her groin.  She smiled as her furry belly was
exposed, and I pulled aside the material to expose her small, soft
breasts.  I bent down and took her nipple between my teeth, biting down
gently, then a little sharper.  Her body went rigid, little mewls
escaping her.  My smile went to a full leer.
     I pulled the suit off of her shoulders, then down.  She raised her
hips... I paused for a second, ran back and got my sleeping bag, opened
it and placed it next to the fire.  She scooted onto it, wiped her palms
together to clear off the sand, and I helped her shimmy the rest of the
way out of her jumpsuit.  Naked, she was gorgeous; her thick golden fur
barely obscured those well-defined muscles.  Her legs were striking,
like bands of wire cable, shigawire, sliding and rippling under fur.  I
placed my backpack and her bag behind her, and she leaned back, her legs
spread.
     I sat cross-legged between her legs and began to gently tickle her
belly, and she mewled again in pleasure.  "Want it straight," I said,
almost a question.
     "Mm, hmm..." she said with an almost answering tone of
acknowledgment.  I felt my smile return as I trailed my fingers down to
her cunt, her lips full and pouting.  I laughed, running my thumb down
her slit, parting her lips.  She was wet, anticipating.  I touched her
with my weak left hand to maintain contact; her eyes were closed, and my
style says never let them think you've gone unless you mean it.  So I
stayed in touch with her while I brought my right hand to her muzzle and
slid my index finger into her mouth.  "Lick it," I said,
     She did.  "Get it wet, kittykat," I urged.  When she had done a
good job, I placed my right hand back between her thighs and slid my
finger into her cunt.  She groaned aloud again as I stroked my finger in
and out.  I pulled out all the way and slid a second finger.
     Her juices were flowing freely and that was one of the reasons I'd
chosen my sleeping bag;  I wanted the scent of her pussy imbedded in the
cloth to keep me warm at night.  I slid in a third finger.
     Three legs make a table, and three fingers make an opening.  With a
few simple flexes I made room for my pinky.  She groaned as I fucked her
slowly with all four fingers, her vagina opening up and sometimes try to
suck me in, and the crux of my palm was next, the widest part of my hand
until my thumb.
     I rocked my hand back and forth, going deeper, and with one
surprisingly gentle push my palm slid in up to the thumb.  She
shuddered, a loud growl escaping her.  Her chest rose and fell with
huge, deep, relaxing breaths as I slid my hand back out and folded the
thumb against the palm.  I began to fuck her gently again, feeling her
flesh expand around my hand.
     Each push got another millimeter in, another millimeter wet, and
once I felt the cool wetness on the back of my hand, I had it, and I
slid my entire hand into her cunt, folding my finger back as I did so,
canting the wrist so that the thumb led.  I rotated it gently around the
nubbin I felt to be her cervix, and she groaned.  I held my fist there,
inside her;  the sight of my wrist leading into her body fascinated me.
     "Ken," she said.  "Fuck me."  I began to pump slightly, and her
fingers sought her clit as I fucked her, caressing her vagina with my
fingers, exploring every expanded nook, roiling about inside her body.
Her fingers twisted and tortured her clit, and I leaned over and took a
nipple between my teeth.  The two of us worked to take her teetering to
the edge of ecstacy, my fist rocking back and forth inside her, my
tongue and teeth abusing her nipples as she did gentle violence to her
clitoris, and I knew she had finally come when she let out a howl that
must have scared off every bit of wildlife in a hundred klicks.
     She turned on her side and slid off of my hand.  I raised my hand
to my lips and began to lick it quietly.  She watched me with an intent
expression as I cleaned my hand off, tasting her sweet cunt juices that
had inundated me and my bedding.  Halfway through, she took my hand by
the wrist and pulled it away from me, towards her.  We shared and the
feeling of our two tongues roaming over my hand tickled.  I laughed.
     There's wasn't anything else to say.  Tomorrow we would return to
the my side's gamesite and she would be put in the stocks until the game
ended or one side won.  I encouraged the fire to burn hotter, quicker,
rearranging the wood to encourage more airflow.  After a while, she sat
next to me and said "Thanks."
     I shrugged with a grin on my face.  "I liked it."
     She nodded.  After a while the fire had fallen low enough I felt
safe going to sleep with it, and we cuddled together under our blankets.
Although I could smell her sex all night long, her presence kept me warm
enough.

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p.s.   Just posted "Journal Entry 136 / 0086" ("The Kittenin') To
rec.arts.erotica, and "Journal Entry 026 / 0512" ("Aaden's Revenge") to
soc.motss.  Oh, and those of you with indexes, move "Sundiver Accidents"
into the "erotic" column.       :-)