Skills atrophy when unused. Neither of us has much use for our professional skills in Castle Stapleya. I suppose the correct terminology would be that I am now a retired Warrior and Fitz is a retired computist. It does not appear either of us is coming out of retirement. The Portals remain closed.
We stay in shape with constant training and the harsh stone-age lifestyle demands. We mount regular expeditions against the deadly predators. It has been months since spotting any day-walkers and even the night-stalkers are rarely seen or hear from. Nighttime is not exactly safe on Planet Oz these days, but it's getting there. The roving flocks of Velociraptors are the greatest danger. The T-rex and Deinonychus are rarely seen or heard.
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Well, the how of it should seem rather obvious. Without access to proper pharmacology on Nekomata, well, nature does what nature does. The mystery if there is one, is more like “how come?”
No, I didn't suddenly decide I “like men” after all. No, Fitz's overwhelming masculinity did not magically “cure” me. Please! Give me a break!
I still prefer a distaff lover and here in Castle Stapleya, there's no shortage. One never sleeps alone. Often the challenge lies in keeping the count of bedmates in the single digits. And before you ask, Fitz did not force himself upon me. You should know me better than that by now. Fitz is a big guy, but I am a Warrior.
Watching the Nekomata with their children stirred something in my soul I never knew existed. Some deeply buried maternal instinct I suppose. It just seemed so natural and loving. I thought long and hard before making the decision.
The decision to have a child was mine alone. Fitz was hesitant to agree at first. He made me think about it a full two months before he would consent. He also stipulated a condition that he would not be a mere 'donor.' He even made me marry him. Can you believe that? Not an exclusive deal, as if one could practice monogamy. We live in Castle Stapleya with a bazillion fur-people. It may not be conventional, but it works. I think one reason it does so is the complete lack sexual
We stay in shape with constant training and the harsh stone-age lifestyle demands. We mount regular expeditions against the deadly predators. It has been months since spotting any day-walkers and even the night-stalkers are rarely seen or hear from. Nighttime is not exactly safe on Planet Oz these days, but it's getting there. The roving flocks of Velociraptors are the greatest danger. The T-rex and Deinonychus are rarely seen or heard.
I have taken …show more content…
Well, the how of it should seem rather obvious. Without access to proper pharmacology on Nekomata, well, nature does what nature does. The mystery if there is one, is more like “how come?”
No, I didn't suddenly decide I “like men” after all. No, Fitz's overwhelming masculinity did not magically “cure” me. Please! Give me a break!
I still prefer a distaff lover and here in Castle Stapleya, there's no shortage. One never sleeps alone. Often the challenge lies in keeping the count of bedmates in the single digits. And before you ask, Fitz did not force himself upon me. You should know me better than that by now. Fitz is a big guy, but I am a Warrior.
Watching the Nekomata with their children stirred something in my soul I never knew existed. Some deeply buried maternal instinct I suppose. It just seemed so natural and loving. I thought long and hard before making the decision.
The decision to have a child was mine alone. Fitz was hesitant to agree at first. He made me think about it a full two months before he would consent. He also stipulated a condition that he would not be a mere 'donor.' He even made me marry him. Can you believe that? Not an exclusive deal, as if one could practice monogamy. We live in Castle Stapleya with a bazillion fur-people. It may not be conventional, but it works. I think one reason it does so is the complete lack sexual