Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... her feelings amplifying her words.

Both Agathas very softly said "Yes."

Thinking again about chat rooms, Max considered a dangerous alternative. Trying to get into 'Dark Corners' on the TFN data network was illegal and she could be shot for it, but, she was getting desperate.

Dark corners was a "black" network under the TFN cyber framework: the only reason she even knew about it was because of her job. There was no guarantee she would find anything useful taking this risk.

Opening Commander Yance's go bag, Max retrieved the tiny moleskin notebook. The pass codes and particulars allowed her to check private servers with dark corner access. The account Max was using was Commander Yance's: Ms_Muffit. Max centered her resolve and logged into dark corners.

Chaos.

Hundreds of users talking about battle plans, Kintark force strength, Sol system defenses, Fleet tactics, and strategy. So many users logged in and out that no one paid any attention to Ms_Muffit's lurking. The large chat room was overflowing with classified data.

Max didn't recognize any usernames, so she just watched. Continuous readiness reports rattled off the current fleet's status. Ten users were orchestrating a command net. Various users were correlating supply chain data. In the center were a core of Admirals discussing who was going to command the defenses.

Max slipped out of the chatroom and logged off Dark Corners.

Max sat quietly in her chair: stunned.

Agatha got up from ...

... navigation and crawled into Max's lap, curled up, and began nuzzling her neck for comfort.

Max wrapped her arms around the smaller girl. "It's a madhouse," Max whispered.

The Terran Federation was being invaded by the Kintark Empire. Holding Agatha in her lap, Max was trying to analyze what she had just witnessed. She sub-consciously started running her fingers through Agatha's hair, gently scratching her scalp. Agatha just laid her head against Max's shoulder and started purring. Max was so deep in thought; she didn't even notice.

Max sat there with her 'lap cat' for about an hour. She was terribly conflicted. She wanted to fight for the Federation, but she didn't want to risk Agathas freedom. Max desperately missed Joon. She yearned for her touch. She also missed the sage council of her diminutive wife.

Joon knew how to look at things so they made sense.

Max looked down at Agatha's feet, they were on the arm of the command chair. Max realized she had a half-naked girl in her lap, giving her head skritchens just like she did with the old Agatha.

Max felt better because of it.

The purring, the closeness, her thoughts wandering all over. Max looked at the other Agatha, scrolling through two different screens, still absorbing data, the sensor mirror on the data pad next to her.

She seemed perfectly happy being petted, the low purring more felt than heard.

Max yawned.

Agatha rubbed her cheek on Max's chin, "We should get some rest, Max."

Max nodded, "We ...