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I fretted over which scene to use for this installment, and decided on one from Applesauce and Moonbeams, because it was the only one I could think of that didn't contain many spoilers. What you need to know before reading this: Our hero, David, is a telepathic psychiatrist from Las Vegas who specializes in teaching people to fit into the uncomfortable niches their futuristic society requires of them. Now his mind has been blasted into the head of one very pampered kitty cat, Jonathan, who lives on the moon. So David is now a moon cat. His owner's niece, Pippin, is an avant-garde artist who has been celibate for far longer than she has wanted. No, there's no bestiality. Sheesh! Pip invites a fellow artist, Sevan, to her studio one day. David's been subconsciously trying to communicate his situation to Pippin, enough so the name "David" comes to her mind. Oh, and the "snake bites" are decorative cosmetic patches that prevent skin wrinkles. The Nineties, Teens, etc. numbers indicate different body types. Let's join the action:
It was all too chummy for David. He’d trotted in
after them, weaving his way between Sevan’s feet until the man had to stop to
let Jonathan lead the way. Instead, David stopped as well, even sat to lick his
shoulder, until Sevan forged ahead. Then it was back to the weaving.
“Davi— I mean, Jonathan, stop that.”
“Nice cat. And this is a great space,” Sevan said
after an awkward pause. “Do you mind—?” He gestured at a table next to the
modeling stage and she began to clear her equipment off it.
“Part of it was a farewell gift from the folks on
Earth,” she told him.
That got them talking about their families back
home. Sevan pulled materials out of his bag: a lazy susan with two blocks of
gray Insta-Klay, a pack of armature wire, and sculpture tools whose edges
looked part kindergarten and part lethal.
David didn’t like this guy. He didn’t like the way
he moved: like a clumsy, well, human. And he smelled funny. David half-listened
to Pip’s story, though it should have fascinated him through enlightenment gained.
Why, when Pip’s family had insisted she study marketing at university, she had
maneuvered them into a deal guaranteeing her a double major that included fine
art. If that didn’t reveal the soul of a true businesswoman, what did?
But Sevan didn’t understand. He was interested in
other things besides saving Pip’s soul and forming her into a useful and
content member of society. At the least he should reiterate what she said and
restate it so that she knew he was hearing what she had to say. He needed to establish
emotional feedback if he was here for what David thought he was here for.
And yet Pip seemed like she was responding to him.
Worse, she smelled like a huntress.
David hated Sevan’s holographic snake bites. They
were too flashy and bespoke a huge ego. Well, Nineties as a rule had ego
problems, didn’t they? The opposite of Teens, Nineties were completely sure of
themselves because of their dominating size and often adopted flashy
accouterments to finalize the business of attracting mates.
Snake bites should be muted so you could focus on
someone’s features. Pip, of course, went all the way with hers. They were
skin-colored. When she smiled, you saw the smile and not the flash of silver or
magenta attached to the flesh.
David blinked at her. On her it worked. Rather
endearing, actually. The snakebites on that low-make face were a way of telling
the world that she was not a woman to fake her way through life.
The two humans wrestled a tapestried chaise from
one of the front rooms up onto the low stage. It was purple with bright daisies
woven into the fabric. As Sevan rotated the stage, Pip took a seat. David
jumped up onto Pip’s lap and nudged her so she’d scratch his chin. He leaned
into the caress. Sevan set up lights whose brightness Pip directed by vocal
control.
“Good enough,” they decided together. Sevan took a
position by his Klay.
Pip set David down on the main floor and stood up.
Then she slowly dropped her robe. Underneath it she was naked.
“How do you want me?” she asked.
“No, no, no!” David yowled.
Sevan took a step back from David. “Does he bite?”
Pippin frowned at David and then turned a warm
smile to Sevan. “He’s just angry because I stopped petting him.”
David stormed to himself as he paced back and
forth. This was not going right!
Pip settled upon the chaise like the Queen of
Sheba, all temptation and womanliness and control.
Sevan made some suggestions as to pose and gesture
and Pip complied, snuggling back into the cushions to get comfortable. Sevan
moved his primary light and stepped back, then—
Don’t
TOUCH her! David wanted to
scream. He trembled where he stood as Sevan arranged Pip’s arm so it haloed her
head, thrown back against the line of the couch.
No! Pip was David’s to use. She was going to learn
from him when he got his body back.
He was going to shape her, not this man.
She shifted slightly and Sevan said, “That’s
great. Right there.” He walked around her, shooting photos from different
angles. Sevan returned to his worktable and quickly began to construct an
armature from his wire. When he applied bits of clay to it and the form grew to
that of a human woman, David seethed.
Through the blackness of his rage he wondered if
he could force Sevan out of his body and jump into it himself.
“Shall I talk to myself to keep awake, then?” Pip
asked.
“Sorry.”
David didn’t like the play in her voice. She was a
lonely woman. A woman who should be well-kept. This man was not a good match
for her; anyone could see that.
David growled low.
After a long while of fiddling with the clay,
Sevan announced, “Break.”
“Thank God.” Pippin reached for her robe and
wrapped it around herself to check the work in progress. Sevan stood back from
it, scowling at the figure.
“Ah, so sculptors feel it too,” she murmured to
him with a sly smile. She moved near him and stroked his arm. When she spoke,
her breath must tickle his ear. “It’s a very strong start. You have real
talent. Can I get you a drink? Or would you like a... longer break?”
At that he turned to her. His head cocked slightly
to the left as he regarded her now robed, as if he hadn’t been studying every
inch of her naked. His gaze darkened from angst to arousal.
“I wouldn’t mind a chance to stretch,” he said.
Pip wrapped her arms around his so-talented
Seventy arm. “I know a great place to do that,” she whispered in his ear.
David sank his claws right into Sevan’s Seventies
calf.
Sevan let out a very feminine shriek. Pippin
jumped back until she saw what had happened.
“Da— Jonathan! Sevan, are you hurt? Jonathan—bad
cat! No! Bad cat!”
David stood up on his hind feet and used Sevan’s
leg as a scratching post.
“Get it off me! OFF ME!!”
“Jonathan! No! No, get down! Sevan, he’s not doing
it in spite. It’s just a cat thing. He thinks you’re a tree or something.
Jonathan!”
David easily avoided Pippin’s swipes as she
simultaneously attempted to soothe her would-be lover and capture David. He had
to release, but he circled around, looking for another opening.
Sevan sank to the chaise and held his lower leg,
howling at the ceiling.
Pip swung David up to her chest. She reached for
Sevan’s shoulder as he bent to cup his wound. Blood dripped from several deep
scratches.
“Is it bad?” Pippin asked. “He’s never done
anything like this before. Nothing at all.” She hovered over him. “Should I
call 911? Can I get you a pain patch? Bad cat!”
Sevan glared at David. “That cat is insane!”
David hissed at him, making sure his spittle found
Sevan’s eyes.
Pip fought the growling, spitting animal in her
arms. “Bad Jonathan!” She ran to the french doors and tossed the cat through
them, snapping them shut before he could get back inside. David threw himself
against the doors, hard enough so they rattled.
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