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TITLE: AFRICAN NIGHTMARE


ABSTRACT:
Five white couples from Ohio go a long awaited cruise only to be
kidnapped and captured by rebel forces in the tiny African
country of Gyeria. The ordeal they endure is told by one of the
husbands Philip. This is his story of how his and the other
wives are forced into providing sex for hundreds of horny African
rebel troops. Since the wives lost all their luggage which
contained their birth control pills, the husbands end up
providing their wives an interesting form of oral birth control.
At first Philip and the other husbands are only made to be
maidservants to their wives and the troops. Philip tells how
later in their captivity, he and one of the other husbands
functioned as much more for the troops. Eventually, the couples
escape and return home. However, Philip discovers a change in
his wife's attitude and has to cope with the changes she
dictates. Just when he's learn to accept his place into his
wife's new marital order, up pops an intriguing surprise from the
past.







NOTICE! THE CHARACTERS, NAMES, INCIDENTS, SCENES, STORY LINE DEPICTED,
ETC., HEREIN ARE PURELY FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PERSONS OR
PLACES, LIVING OR DEAD, WAS NEVER INTENDED AND IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.





TITLE: AFRICAN NIGHTMARE

CAST OF MAIN CHARACTERS:
PHILIP/PHILLYS WHITE HUSBAND FORCED INTO TRANSVESTITISM AND
MADE TO RESPOND TO THE FEMININE VERSION OF HIS NAME

RITA: PHILIP'S WIFE
MOJITTU: BLACK REBEL COLONEL
NOGUTU: BLACK REBEL CAPTAIN
SERETA: NOGUTU'S AFRICAN GIRL FRIEND




The African soldier was humping away while he made me stand
in the corner and look. As he got closer to coming, he suddenly
stopped and asked "You want me to knock her up or do you wanna be
a rubber for my load". I stood there dumfounded. My wife,
panting heavily from his fucking her, spoke as best she could.
"Gasp! ... I told him ... Gasp! ... about you sucking ...
Gasp! ... pussy clean before... Gasp! ... to keep ... Gasp! ...
me from getting ... Gasp! ... pregnant... Gasp! ... Sucking him
off ... Gasp! ... will make it ... Gasp! ... easier for you ...
Gasp! ... get it all ... Gasp! ... do it honey ... Gasp! ... suck
him for me."
I wasn't thrilled about becoming a cock sucker for this
rugged looking muscle laden black soldier, but I couldn't fault
my wife's logic. I slowly walked over. He warned that he
couldn't hold back much longer. My wife urged me on and reminded
me for the hundreth time I was her only birth control. His big
long jutting black cock was all wet with her cunt juices and was
palpitating. Once again I knew I had no choice. I had to do
what had to be done to protect my wife. He pushed me to my knees
and held a knife before my face warning me about biting him as he
pushed his mammoth swollen dick between my lips. He started
working it back and forth deeper into my mouth. As I totally
submitted to him, and followed his instructions on how he wanted
to be sucked, out the corner of my eye, my wife beamed a broad
smile and uttered for me to grab his ass. The feel of his taunt
muscular rear and hard bone between my sucking lips made me feel
so humiliated and submissive, but yet excited as I knelt there in
full view of her. Later he placed one of my hands on his huge
balls. I was fondling his bull size nuts as he shot off. He
spurted several forceful gushers of his pent up hot sperm. There
was so much to swallow, but I managed to get it all down. He held
me to his semihard pole for a while and had me milk it
thoroughly.
As the Black soldier was getting dressed, my wife reminded
me to thank him for being so considerate and kind. I meekly did
as she requested. Later she congratulated me.
"You were a good rubber for him darling. I'm proud of the
way you took every bit of his load. Isn't that nice of him to
spread the word to see if the other soldiers might want to let
you do the same for them?"
I could only say yes under the circumstances. It was about
ten minutes later when another soldier came in for a fuck. Rita
asked if he wanted to use me as a dump for his wad after he
started fucking her. He agreed to my rubber act but only if I
asked him. It was embarrassing to do so, but I did so with
encouragement from my wife. Seven more soldiers came but only
four agreed to me being their sucking condom. They said I'd just
have to do a good suck job on my wife to keep her from getting
knocked up. The very last fellow agreed to let me take his load
but changed his mind. He told me my wife's cunt was too good not
to come in when he got ready to shoot. However he still wanted
and demanded that I milk his cum smeared wet dick. I was in no
condition to argue with him. I did as he demanded.
After the last soldier left, Rita didn't waste a moment in
smothering my face with her reeking sloppy slimy cunt.
"That's it honey! ... Suck me out good! ...OOOOH! ... Get
all those spermies out! .... Stick your tongue deep up there! ...
That's it, eat up their cum! ... Show them you know how to fight
back for them fucking your wife! ... OOOOH! That's so gooood!"
With her literally riding and grinding her wet slimy hairy cunt
all over my face, there was nothing I could do but do as she
demanded.
After she got her jollies for the eighteenth time that
night, we got ready for bed. But instead of her letting me have
her like the 11 big black soldiers had enjoyed her, she jerked me
off and smilingly wished her little cock sucker and cunt eater
good night. This was the eighth time she had done this since
we'd been hijacked from our cruise ship and captured by this
group of guerrillas. I began to get the feeling that she reveled
in the heavy sexing by our captors and wasn't that thrilled with
my much smaller prick anymore.
As I laid there trying to sleep, I wondered if we'd ever get
out of this living hell. This was our tenth day in captivity to
these rebel soldiers, but it seemed almost like ten months.
We were one of five white couples who'd been kidnapped and
held as hostages by the group. We were all from the same
hometown in Ohio.
The black rebels had taken us back to their camp and put
each couple in a guarded cabin and sexually abused our wives from
the first day there, since there were no other women in the camp.
Like me, all the other husbands were white and humiliated the
same as I was. To make matters even worse, the other husbands
were noticing the same thing about their wives. They seemed to
be not only enjoying the relentless sex they were being subjected
too, but also the abject humiliation we husbands were being put
through.
The soldiers treated us husbands like slaves and had us
doing all sorts of womanly chores, like washing their clothes and
being maids to our wives, who they'd made whores for their
troops, both at this camp and for other troops passing through.
To further humiliate us, we had to wear dresses and respond to
the feminine versions of our names.
Like me, the other husband's mouths were their wives only
birth control too.
As we did our daily camp chores, we husbands shared
experiences and exchanged tips on how best to handle our
situation. One of the favorite places was at the stream where we
five gathered to wash clothes, of course under the watchful eye
of two armed guards.
This was our eleventh day in captivity, and while doing the
morning wash, we husbands exchanged news. One of the daily
topics was always how many soldiers our wives had been fucked by
the previous night and how we were coping with eating all that
spent jism from their well used cunts. As the reader can readily
see, such discussion helped us form a bond of the type that never
existed before between us as neighbors.
One of the husbands named Sam, dubbed Samantha by the
rebels, finally gathered the courage to tell the group that he
gave in to one of the rebel sergeant's demands and let the horny
rebel fuck him up the ass as his wife watched. Samantha went on
to let us know that he soon had other soldiers wanting to do this
to him too, once they saw him in his mandatory drag attire. He
then told us of how this gave his wife a break from the
relentless fucking she'd been experiencing, and that we other
husbands may want to consider doing the same for our wives to
give them a break from at least some of those big black dicks
that might want to fuck us up the ass.
While we all had experienced forced cock sucking at one time
or another since being captured, none of us to date had been
forced to get ass fucked. There was a silence in the group as he
spoke. When he finished, there was sort a general agreement,
that we loved our wives but we didn't know if we could willingly
go that far.
Samantha acknowledged he understood, but went on to tell us
things to do to make taking the rebels huge pricks easier as
well as how he found being fucked unexpectedly pleasurable.
It turned out the camp doctor had given Samantha an enema
solution to enlarge himself for the doctor's big rod, since he
was the one that first fucked Samantha.
It wasn't a week later before every one of us husbands had
our ass cherries busted by a black soldier. It seemed that our
wives liked the help that Samantha's wife was getting and also
brought it to the attention of the other husbands. From there
word sort of spread around the camp that all the husbands were
fuckable. In no time the pressure was too great for us not to
give our wives such help or to submit to the soldiers who wanted
us that way.
It was not been uncommon for us husbands to watch helplessly
as our wives were sexed by as many as three or four men at a
time. However, after we husbands started being male "pussies"
for the troops, we too found our selves being grouped banged the
same as our wives. The typical arrangement when there were a
large group of troops coming through and they had to be
"pleasured" quickly, we husbands found a line of troops standing
to fuck our rears while another standing to unload their large
lusty wads between our sucking lips.
It was after one such occasion after my wife and I had
serviced 60 troops together in our little shack. In six hours
she'd handled 36 rock hard giant coal black cocks and I 24. That
was a new record for me. After the last troops had finished with
us and I had "tongue douched" her for the umpteenth time that
night, we laid back and assessed what we'd been through
something that'd become a common thing in our current situation
she hugged and praised me on my new record. We cuddled and
kissed, each of us reeking of the smell of the troop's abundant
jism they'd left behind.
This particular night I was filled to the brim with jism.
Not only had I swallowed 15 heavy loads from all the dicks I
sucked, but also having slurped up all the spent semen from her
sloppy gloppy hairy gash really had me full.
"Honey, while it has been horrifying, this experience has
been good for us. It's brought us closer, and I think this has
made you a more sensitive caring husband." My wife said as she
embraced me tighter. She went on to add how she was thrilled at
seeing me suck off those big blue black dicks and swallowing all
they had to give without missing a drop. She had equal praise
for all the pricks I'd taken in my "ass pussy".
We were at the camp for three more months before it was
overrun by another rebel faction. We just went from one master
to another. Because this new group continued using us for their
pleasure too.

THE NEW MASTERS

The leader of this new group was Colonel Mojittu. He and his
aid, Captain Nogutu, seem to take a liking to my wife and I.
To make matters worse for me, Nogutu was bisexual and
frequently kept me busy as his boss did my wife. She became the
Colonel's woman and I their maid. In addition, I essentially
became Nogutu's "woman" too. However, they did share us with
other ranking officers when they came through the camp. My wife
and I were used like chattel, but to my terror, she expressed
glee in being ordered to bed with strange horny men.
The other couples had to handle pleasuring the hordes of
troops as they came through for sexual relaxation before going on
to another battle. My wife and I felt a certain guilt at not
being there with them. However, it appeared that they understood
that we had no control over things.
I could tell my wife enjoyed the power of being the
Colonel's pride and joy, as well as Mistress of the house.
My man, Nogutu, had me doing all the things a woman would do
for him. Even though in servitude to him, I found myself
admiring his strength and military manner. This also made it
easier for me to submit to him when he wanted me in bed. He
would sex me about three times a week, more at other times. A
pattern was set up and I began to prepare myself for those times
when I knew he'd be looking forward to being amorous. He gave
me several outfits to wear for him that belonged to his
girlfriend who lived in another town. Her name was Sereta.
He was the man. His pleasure was all that he was concerned
about. It was up to me to handle my own needs. It was odd, but
I found this acceptable and lost no respect for him. Since we'd
been in captivity, this was the same situation with my wife, so
it didn't take matter that much.
Doing this time, my wife conversed like we were two women as
we shared experiences on how we took care of "our men". However,
I still was her "oral" birth control.
The camp was overruned again by regular government forces.
Colonel Mogittu and his forces deserted us and all five couples
were detained at another town. The troops did not abuse us,
detain us, but we husbands were still dressed in drag as men's
clothes were hard to come by.
My wife and I as well as the other couples, because we were
penniless, ended up doing a little whoring to get money and food.
At my wife's insistence, one time I eneded up hawking men on
the street to fuck my wife as she laid on a dirty discarded
mattress in an alley. As an enticement for our customers, she
demanded I offer the men free milking and tongue cleaning of
their big black pricks and balls after they fucked her. This was
in addition to my regular tongue douching of her slimy gash. The
only solace I had was that at least I was eating free. She liked
to be sucked out by me and thoroughly enjoyed each time I did so.
Finally our wives got exits visas for us to leave the
country. The only problem is that only women and children could
depart because of all the fighting. Therefore, still
being in drag ended up being a blessing in disguise for us men.

THE ESCAPE

We managed to escape, however since only women and children
were allowed to leave, I left Gyeria disguised as a woman.
The authorities made me up another passport of the phony
woman's identity that I'd assumed. I thought I was ensuring our
escape when my wife told the authorities that her husband was
dead.
Later I found out that her actions ensured my continued
transvestitism more than anything else. The same happened to the
other husbands.
I was hoping our lives and marriage would return to normal
once we arrived home. I was wrong.
To my surprise, my wife never got pregnant after all the
seemingly endless sexing she'd been through with literally
hundreds of horny black soldiers.

BACK HOME

"Fuck you and your idea about some damn therapy! I want
black dicks and that's that! Do you understand that! You wimpy
cock sucker?"
When she shouted at me like that I was afraid and cringed
before her. Every since we returned, she like the other wives in
our group too had become more assertive and bossy. She, like
them, always wanted things her way. Sensing that my feelings
were hurt, she walked over and hugged me. She spoke in a
consoling softer tone.
"Honey pie, I know you meant well, but like I told you
before, things won't be like they were before. After being laid
hundred of times by real men on that island, your little shrimpy
prick doesn't do anything for me anymore. You know how we both
got use to all those big black dicks. Well, I don't want to
switch. I like being a slut for Black studs. You'll have to
accept that dear. There's no other way. Now lets stop all this
arguing and kiss and make up."
Being wrapped in her arms felt good. Her breath reeked of
semen. She stuck her tongue deep in my mouth forcing me to suck
it. It was still slick from all the apparent cock sucking she'd
done just before I walked in on her and some strange black man.
I knew it was perverted, but I couldn't help it as my prick
hardened. I mentally pictured her blowing one big black dick
after another. We kissed for a long time. She was right. I too
had gotten acclimated to big black dicks too, even though my fear
of emasculation kept getting in the way.
"Did that make you feel better?" I sheepishly nodded my
head.
"I thought it would. I know you like my cum flavored kisses.
Now if you promise to be a good little boy and behave, I might
let you suck my pussy. Its nice and juicy. Just the way I know
you like my hair pie when it's scummy and full of sweet dick
cream from the brothers."
She stripped as she spoke. Her thick bush loomed out as she
pulled off her skimpy panties. I could see the pussy plug she
used to contain jism and cunt juices. Her pussy hair were in
total disarray. She smelled of strong sex. One whiff of her and
I knew she must have quite a load in her. I was helpless, I was
hungry to be intimate with her and wanted to eat her lusty treat.
That excited me more. She had me kneel and place my face right up
to her crotch. But as I started to remove the pussy plug she
stopped me.
"Just savor it for a while darling. Think of the nine Black
men ... Nine real men that have put there big dicks in me today.
Tell me you're proud of me and that you're so thankful for being
able to suck out their jism."
I hee and hawed, but she got me to say what she wanted to
hear. She also made me promise to dress up all the time when they
came over and to always say sir to them. Only after that did she
let me tongue lash her moist cum loaded pussy. It seemed to be
extra tasty this time. After I had gotten her off, she made me
keep my face pressed to her still moist cunt.
"That was good wasn't it honey? I think I want some more.
How about you?"
Before I could answer either question, she had picked up the
phone and dialed one of her many Black men friends. As she
talked, she reached down and pressed my face back to her hairy
cunt and threw a leg over my shoulder and back ensuring that I
stayed put. Not knowing what else to do, I pushed my tongue back
between her reddened soft warm fat hairy cunt lips. I knew they
were puffy and inflamed from the friction of all the dicks that
had been in and out of her in the last few hours.
"Rufus! Whatcha doing? ... No he's here ... Got his face
between my legs ... he knows his place, you don't have to worry
about that ... Yeah! Just got back from the pool room ... there
were only six there, I took care of 'em all ... When I found
out that the door opened up to the alley, I peeked out and
saw a big dude come by. I offered him some free pussy. After
he left, I decided to look out again before I put my panties back
on. Sure enough, there was another dude coming to the door as I
opened it. He told me that someone told him there was free pussy
down the alley ... of course I fucked him as well as well as
another dude that came a little while later ... Well the reason I
called to see if you wanted to come over and do the same
thing ... so what, bring them too ... I'll have him make some
sandwiches and put some beer on ice ... Y'all can sleep over too
... see you in an hour."
I was morbid at what I'd heard. However I knew it was
useless to get upset.

SETTLING DOWN

I quickly settled into our new arrangement. I no longer
have any say so or control in the household. She even has me
openly display videotapes she had made at different parties and
gang bangs. She had fourteen on display. They each have about
three hours of viewing.
When I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I threatened to
leave, she threw her trump card on the table. She showed me a
copy of my death certificate. She explained how I was no longer
legally alive and that I had nothing, unless I did as she
wanted. Sickened by all she told me, I knew I was totally under
her control now. She also admitted that the CAMP doctor also
provided her and the other wives with birth control pills too.
"We knew you husbands wouldn't act near as sweet as you did
if you'd know that."
I just stood there looking totally dumbfounded as she
confessed.
"Honey I know all this may come as a shock to you, but I'm
ecstatic at all we've been through. It really has made our
marriage stronger. You don't have the prick power of my real
men, but your tongue is wonderful and I dearly love you for the
sweet obedient petticoated husband you've become."
She had plans to sell our house. She wanted to move us
near the black section of town so she could be nearer her black
studs, and them her. I was helpless to do anything. Everything
was in her name. However another unexpected event occurred.
Colonel Mojittu showed up along with Captain Nogutu and two
of their soldiers. They'd escaped the revolution and were able
to get political asylum.
I was very resentful at the way the colonel acted around my
wife, but she welcomed his amorous attention. I could only stand
by and watch, as he swept her up in his strong arms and
passionately kissed her. She returned his embrace in kind.
Nogutu and the two body guards stood by looking at me smirking.
They brought us both presents.
Mogittu first removed my wife's wedding rings and tossed
them to me. I barley made the catch and was puzzled at his
action.
He then opened her present and presented her with a huge
three or four carat replacement diamond ring set.
I stood up to protest, but as the words began to come out,
they were drowned out by my wife's cries of glee and joy at
getting such a nice present.
Before I could say anything else, Nogutu shoved a bigger box
in my hands.
I opened the big box and found it was a very
ornate French Maid's uniform. It was very much like the one I
wore when I'd been Mogittu's maid in captivity. I looked up at
him intending to say I would never planning to wear such a thing
again. I froze. The Colonel looked at me in a way that let me
know that my place was to continue from where I left off in
Gyeria. The same look was in my wife's eyes also. The silence
was overwhelming as I looked at them.
"Aren't you going to thank your master for his lovely
gift?" My wife said softly with a smirk on her face as she
snuggled up to him and his big black hand groped her luscious
white tits.
On the spot and nervous, I did so, with a less than joyous
look on my face.
"C'mon Phillys, let me help you put it on." Said Nogutu as
he led me by the hand back to the bedroom. I welcomed the
excuse for leaving the room, but I should've know what Nogutu
wanted when he got me alone. He was on me in no time. He kissed
and groped me furiously.
He overwhelmed me both physically and mentally. I liked the
closeness and the strength of this strong black man, but at the
same time, I didn't want the lifestyle they wanted of me. I
whispered my thoughts to him as he embraced me tightly.
"Forget that Phillys honey, this is your future." He said
as he took out his huge swollen ebony cock and guided my
small soft white hand to it. His member was so stiff and
warm. I couldn't help but caress and stroke him. I hated to
admit it to myself, but it felt good to handle his hard meat
again. I hated to admit it, but I'd been forced to adore big black dicks.
"What ... What do you ..."
"What do I mean? I want you to be my bride."
I was speechless as he explained that he wanted me to be his
wife.
"You see, Sereta, the girl I left behind didn't turn me on
like you. You really excite me when you take my cum. You really
seem to like it. I like that. It makes me feel so
appreciated. Plus I like all the little extras things you do to
make me feel like a king."
I thought of how excited he became when I sucked on his big
blue black nuts. I knew that was the kind of thing he was
referring too.
In a strange way, even though forced and subjugated,I had come
to admire and adore him a lot, but becoming his wife?
That was another question.
Nogutu proposed taking my wife's old rings and having them
sized for me. I continued to be speechless as one proposal after
another by these surprised visitors and invaders overwhelmed me.
I was just getting over the shock of what my wife had done
to me, and now these men were coming back into my life our
lives. It was strange, but I was glad to see they had escaped
the revolution without harm. Even though Mojittu had beaten and
rapped me and took over my wife in Gyeria, I still couldn't help
but respect his strong dominant personality.
The Colonel had escaped with a considerable amount of money. He
bought a big house. He and my wife now live as husband and wife.
I have become their maidservant and nanny to their
children.
Nogutu and I were married as he wanted. While I work as a
servant for the Colonel and my former wife, my loving black
husband manages the estate for Mogittu.
While things didn't turn out as expected, I've never the
less accepted my situation and have found happiness in being of
service to my new husband and the others in the household.
My new husband has several women real women on the side.
Some of which he brings home and has sex with in our bed, and
even has me suck their cunts clean afterwards. I, of course, as
his obedient and dutiful wife does whatever it takes to make and
keep him happy.

THE END

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The Courage Of My Convictions

Journal Entry 222 / 00019

Erwer, Narquel 11, 00019

I can stare at weather charts all day and examine the underlying,
artificial principles surrounding the seasonal cycles Pendor goes through
on a 292day period. I can review charts of the amount of insulation
being effected by the ebb and flow of weather vanes and the compressed
fluids that carry the heat from the surface to the outer limits of
space. I can look at a thermometer.

But none of that really carries the weight of capitulation to the elements
that making my first cup of hot cocoa for the winter does. It means I'm
giving in, recognizing that I need to find an alternative way of pumping
more heat into my body. It means that the logic that "I can survive this"
doesn't help because it doesn't comfort.

I thought about the weather, and about giving in, as I sat in my newly
built home, just outside Rocchodain. It's a nice house, even if the
bedroom door has the annoying habit of not locking properly, so that if
the windows are open the wind will continuously open it and then slam
it shut. I haven't got any furniture, but then I rarely use furniture;
a floor does just as good for me.

Right now the floor is strewn about with notes on the construction of
Shardik Castle, now in its seventh week. The gravitics structures are
coming along well, and we'll probably have it floating loose a few
weeks later. M'Ress told me just today that the AI will be ready for
installation on schedule. I asked her to program the name 'David' into it.

I was fumbling with a pencil, looking to make a few changes in the
placement of the public address speakers on the roof, when someone knocked
on my door. "Come in," I said, a little annoyed with the interruption
but trying to be my usual, accessible self.

A young Uncia male walked in, one I did not recognize. "Hello?" I said.

He bowed and said, "Good evening, Father. May I sit?"

"Provided you call me 'Ken,' or 'Kennet,' at the very least. And what
is your name?"

"Jhan," he answered. "I... I've come to ask you a question."

"What kind of question?"

"Well... It's hard to say." He swallowed, his ears lying flat against
his head. "Father Ken, is it possible that you can make a mistake?"

"Well," I said, "I tried not to. I did everything in my power to go over
everybody's genecode as often as possible, to make sure that there were
no programming errors. I had Halloran check everything every day. Why? Do
you think there's something wrong with you?"

He nodded.

"What?" I asked.

"Father... I'm sorry. Ken, I don't know how to say this, but I do not
want to... mate... with females of my kind."

"Do you want to mate with any other species' females?" I asked.

"No." He shook his head.

"Would you, if you could, mate with males of your own species?"

"Father?"

"Would you?" I asked, a little more confidently than before.

He nodded. There was a streak of shame across his face; his ears lay
back, and his nose darkened. I reached out to touch his face. "Would you,
if you could, mate with males of other species?"

He nodded again. "Jhan, there's a word for what you are. 'Erolie.'"

He smiled a wan and unsuccessful smile. "Wants for the same sex?" he
asked. I nodded. "I guess that does describe me. Can it be fixed?"

"I'm not sure anything's broken."

"Father... I am. I'm miserable. Everyone around me is asking when I'm
going to start siring children, and I don't want to."

"Do you want children?"

"Not right now. But that's not the point. I should be able to mate with
femUncia, I just can't. I don't feel interest at all."

"But the males, they excite you."

He nodded again, that blush washing across his face again. "Halloran,"
I said, addressing the local AI, "give me a breakdown of Uncia by sex
and estimated orientation."

"Without violating the privacy code, there are 8,323 Uncia, of which 497
are too young to do any estimates about. Of the remaining, I estimate
that of 3960 females, 281 show completely erolie behavior, and of the
3866 males, 390 show erolie behavior."

"There are 389 Uncia like you, Jhan."

"Where?" he asked. "Father, there can't be anybody like me."

"Ah, but there can. The problem is that they're hiding. Because they,
like you, think that they're the only ones."

"Father," he said, then stopped. That "Father" was getting on my nerves.
Oh, well, I'll live. "I need to know..."

"I..." I stopped, getting lost in my confusion. "Jhan, I wish I knew
how to help you, but I can't find these people without their consent,
and if they're hiding, they aren't consenting to be found. At least,
thank space, you came to me. All I can tell you is that there are more
like you. Hell, I tend to think people who stick exclusively to one sex
or the other are kind of silly anyway."

"Sir?"

"I mean," I said, "Isn't it kind of silly to exclude half the people
you know from loveplay just because they're this or that?"

"Then you would..."

I shrugged and said, "Not really. The problem lies in that I am only
attracted to females." Like M'Ress.

"Then you can't help me."

I shook my head. "Not really."

"Then I wasted our time," he said. "Excuse me." Without much pause he
walked out into the cold, clear night.

Halloran spoke next. "He's going to commit suicide. I predict within
the next 60 hours."

"Not tonight?" I asked, worried. If he did, he would be the first.

"Doubtful. It is in his nature to consider a problem completely before
choosing a course of action."

I looked down at the papers scattered about the living room. With a sigh I
palmed the light switch and dimmed the room, walking back to the bedroom.
"I'm going to sleep, Hal."

"Do you have a course of action for Jhan?"

"Not yet."



I had a lousy night. Restless, sleepless, nightmares. I was going to
lose one of my children unless I took the appropriate course of action.

I got up and jumped into the shower, looking at my reflection in the
mirror opposite the showerhead. I stared at it as the steam began to
fill the bathroom. "Well, Shardik," I said quietly to my reflection,
"This is a big one. Do I have the courage of my convictions, or do I
let despair take Jhan?"

"Do you have an answer?" Halloran asked.

"Yes. Please ask Jhan to come to my home tonight, an hour after
shadowfall. Will he show up?"

"I predict it is unlikely that Jhan will not show up."

"In other words, you think he will."

"In other words, yes."



The knock came at the door. I opened the door slowly. Jhan stood there,
looking a little befuddled. "Come in."

"Thank you." He walked in slowly and looked around. I had turned off
all the lights; the large living room was entirely lit with several
dozen candles, all longburning. I had arranged cushions everywhere,
and a small, low table for eating while kneeling was in one corner.

"I wanted to try a little experiment," I said. "I hope you don't mind."

He smiled wanly and said, "What kind of experiment?"

"We'll see," I said. "Come, sit down, over there," I said, pointing to
one end of the table. "Take what you like from the table, and eat as
much as you want. That kettle holds tea, and that glass there hold sake',
a traditional drink back on Terra. It is slightly intoxicating."

He smiled and said, "How?"

"Well, take these," I said, holding up my pair of chopsticks. "If you
want, you can just stab most of these things, or you could pick them up."
I demonstrated. "Like this."

He tried a few times. "Here," I said, "hold your hand like this, with
this stick here..." Eventually he got it good enough that he could get
most of the dim sum to his mouth.

I watched him as he ate. One never normally thinks of Uncia as "pretty."
They are, as a species, quite large, averaging 2.4 metres in height and
massing about 160 Kilograms. They're entirely furry, from their ears to
the tips of their tails, with a mottling of black rings and spots over
their mostly grey bodies.

Jhan was pretty. He wasn't as tall as the usual example of his species,
and his fur was white. Not grey, but white, with his spots being entirely
short stripes of black against the background. He was also well groomed,
and his teeth were clean and straight.

"You're hungry," I observed as he downed yet another plateful of food.

"Of course," he said. "I'm always hungry."

"Well, I'm stuffed," I said, taking a sip of sake' and watching him eat.
The alcohol suffused rapidly through my body, making me feel warmer and,
if I needed, more ready for what I was about to put myself through. Did
I really want to do this?

I rose and walked around the table, kneeling down behind him. "Father..."

"Shh..." I whispered. "This is as much for me as it is for you." I put my
hands on his shoulders and slowly pressed down with my thumbs, rubbing
gently. He sighed. "I know where every single muscle in your body is,
Jhan. Just relax."

He tried, but his muscles tensed up against my touch. "Ken," he said,
finally getting my attention by addressing me the way I had asked him to.
"Please."

"Please what?" I asked.

"Please don't do this. You're going to make it harder."

Awful puns crossed my mind. I ignored all of them. "Jhan, look at me." He
turned slowly and stared. "I'm not going to lose you just because I can't
do something as simple as kiss you. I'm not going to let oneeighth of
my children live in despair because I can't lead them. And I'm damned
if I'm going to let Terra's programming stand between me and what's
right." I reached out touched his chest, scratched slowly, feeling his
nipples under my fingers through the fur.

"But, what can we do?"

"Jhan, do you really think entalie' I guess that's the word, the
opposite of erolie' only do one thing? There are a lot of things we
can do together." I put my hand to his chest and slowly pushed him down
to the cushions. "I mean, how do you think we should start?"

"I don't know," he admitted honestly.

"Well," I said, "Let's start with this." I felt through his fur for one
of his six nipples, finding one on his right side and lowering my head
to it, taking it in my teeth and playing with it. His whole body went
rigid, a deep growl emanating from his throat. "Did that work?"

"It... felt good," he admitted.

"Then do the same for me."

"Father?"

"Ken," I said, chastising him gently.

"Ken..." he said. "May I?"

"I've got nipples, Jhan, just like you do, and I just said you could."

He pushed me to my side and rolled me onto my back, his rough tongue
playing over my nipples. "Careful," I said.

"Something wrong?" he asked hurriedly.

"You're heavy... A lot heavier than I am." And his center of mass is
lower, his wide hips built up from a species designed for rearleg power.
"I just don't want you to crush the breath out of me."

"I won't," he promised.

I scratched against his fur lightly, pleasurably. He purred and growled,
and oddly enough I found myself enjoying it. Maybe it was because I had
gotten used to sleeping with Chelsea, who has a deep growl; it's almost
impossible to tell the sexes of Uncia apart by the sound of their voice.

Then I felt something hard pressing against my leg; his cock. I thought
about it for a few seconds, then pressed my hand against his shoulder,
pushing him down onto the cushions. "Don't move," I said.

He nodded. Gods, but his body was huge; I worried for a moment that his
penis might follow, but it was actually a little smaller than mine. "Let's
see how far my oral fixation goes." I leaned over and kissed the pink
tip of it slowly; it had no definitive head, as a human's does, but was
a single shaft of wet pink running down to a long, furcovered sheath. I
kissed it again, opening my mouth and tasting it. It tasted like... well,
it's hard to say what it tasted like. There was a complicated, almost
plastic, smell to him, but the taste was more wrapped up in texture and
motion than in any actual sense of taste.

I tried to concentrate on not biting him. There was a wonderfully deep and
satisfied purr coming from him, and I tried a few experimental strokes.
The purring was interrupted by a groan, and I felt a stab of my own
pride as I worked on his cock.

What really amazed me was that I was enjoying myself; I had gone all the
way from doing this for him to doing this for me. I loved the feeling of
his cock in my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat, threatening
to choke me. Even as the underside of my jaw began to ache and hurt from
the exertion, I knew I had him. He was going to come in my mouth if it
was the last thing we ever did. And I knew it was going to happen.

"Ken..." He whispered.

"I'm not stopping," I said, pausing for a moment before diving headfirst
onto his cock again. He began to thrust his hips gently, and I worried
he might try and force it down my throat; I didn't want to gag on it. I
knew that, with practice, I would lose my reflex, but I didn't want to
take the time tonight. I wanted him to come.

With a roar he did! A stream of thin, salty semen erupted into my mouth,
choking me. I swallowed some of it, stroking the last of his orgasm out
of him before unceremoniously grabbing a towel and wiping the rest of
it out of my mouth. Actually, it didn't taste that bad.

I looked up at him, and he lay back and smiled at me, one massive paw
coming to rest against my back. "Thank you," he said.

"You're not tired already, are you?" I said.

"Why?"

"Well, I just did all that work for you, kiddo. Better return the favor."

"You want me to..."

"You've got about as much experience at it as I do, Jhan. Go ahead."

I lay down and he nuzzled my balls with his nose, slowly licking them. The
sensation made me squirm slightly. And then he opened his muzzle and
took my cock into his mouth.

"Careful," I whispered, images of his huge teeth against my cock running
through my brain. But his mouth was hot and surprisingly soft; I lay
back and just let the sensations roll through my body. It was wonderful,
even if he was not nearly as experienced as M'Ress (and I was any better
for him?). I closed my eyes and let my orgasm build, but as I got close
he stopped!

"Sorry," he said. "My jaw is tired." He rubbed at his throat gently.

"Then finish me, please," I said. "With a hand if you must."

"You mean, like this?" he asked, wrapping one paw around it and stroking
me gently.

"Yes," I said, laying back down.

He smiled and continued, his other paw reaching down to caress my
testicles. I groaned, my body tensing. It was my turn to moan, to get
close, to feel the pressure, to finally come in his hands, shooting over
my belly, moaning. He laughed.

"Like that?" he asked.

"I'm a mess," I replied. "Of course I liked it!"

He smiled and leaned over, licking up the semen he had helped spill. He
rose, and the expression on his face in candlelight made me bite back
a laugh; it was almost as if he were judging a fine wine. "I could get
used to it," he finally announced. He grabbed the towel I had used and
wiped me clean. I pulled him down to me, kissing the underside of his
muzzle joyfully, enjoying the feeling of his fur against mine. "Do you
feel better?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Jhan?" He looked over at me. "Lick my cheeks."

"Sir?" he asked.

"Kiss me, dammit." He nodded and closed the distance, his tongue licking
my cheeks softly before he pressed his muzzle against my mouth, our
tongues wrestling gently. It felt wonderful; there was a difference,
a mental difference, from kissing him to kissing Chelsea, or M'Ress for
that matter.

"Better," I said. "Do you think you could do that tomorrow?"

"I don't see why not."

"In Rocchodain?"

"Wait a minute" he said.

"No, you wait, Jhan. I'm willing to bet that there are a lot more than
Hal's estimates walking around who would benefit from the knowledge that
the 'opposite' sex is not the only valid sex partner. And the complete
entalia need a role model. If you're going to do it to me, I'm going to
do it to you. Face up to the courage of your convictions. Come with me
to Rocchodain. We'll go sit in Mickey's and make out. We'll go swimming
together in the spring just to the north, where everyone goes when it
gets this cold, and cuddle. We have to show them; I have to be an example,
and so do you."

He smiled sheepishly and said, "Yesterday you didn't want to; now you
want to in public."

"It's my job. And I liked it!" A thought ran through my mind. He looked
at me curiously, so I looked back at him and said, "The only thing that
bothers me is how much I liked it."

"Why?"

"Have I been lying to myself? Maybe I really am erolie, and just didn't
know it."

He shook his head and said, "Is there a word for someone who's both?"

"Not that I know of. Hal?"

"The correct word, using Fawn Eldar's guidelines, is Yolie'," the AI
responded with perfunctory efficiency.

"There you have it. But that's not the point. Do I really like women?"

"Do you?" he asked. "You have associated with them for many years, Ken.
There's no reason for you to suddenly change that association."

"I guess I'll have to wait for morning."

"That would be the correct decision," he said. "I should be going."

"What? Oh, no you don't. I want you to spend the night in my bed.

"I may?" he asked, surprised.

"You may not do otherwise," I responded with mock formality.

He lunged for me, hugging me close. "That's what I wanted," he breathed.
"Just to be with you, to wake up next to a mel and feel him there."

"With a mel, or with Vatare'."

"With a mel," he repeated. "There is something special in your acceptance,
Father, but it is only because you are male that I feel this joy."

"Then let's get some sleep."



The next morning I was awoken by M'Ress kissing my cheek gently. I
responded to her kiss with a familiarity borne of the decade we had spent
together, and when I reached up to fondle her breasts my erection was
as on schedule as ever. Yolie'. I like that word. If there was a way to
describe her reaction to Jhan, it was simple amusement. And Jhan isn't so
uninterested in women that he refused to help me tickle her mercilessly.




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