Of Selene, My Moon Goddess
Of Selene, My Moon Goddess
By: Lostwriter
The omnicient patter of rain mixed in with the wind chimes atop Chase's skydeck. He was the overly rich, drastically important, and down-to-earth Co-President of Moon&Chase Mecha Production Company. And as the main supplier of military equipment to every country that had money, Chase was enjoying a high point in his career. At the ripe age of sixty-one his father had died and left him the company. The twenty-nine year old panther was to attend his first staff meeting as co-president tommorrow.
So as an honor to a passing stage in his life, and to celebrate the coming pay raise(twelve figures), Chase had retreated to his top floor penthouse in Miami, he would be flying to Montana the next morning.
For now he played his harp, his hobby, and listened to the rain. He enjoyed trying to play with the rain, match his tune to accommidate the sound, play with it. But he couldn't find the right sounds, so he gave up and played a light tune. He fancied it was the tune Nero played while Rome burned, but now Chase had come in behind the crazzed ruler to sooth the fires, weilding rain against Miami.
Chase set his harp aside and grabbed a glass of wine that appeared next to his arm. He knew well that Selene had been standing in the rain next to him, drenched to the bone probably, waiting for him to take the drink from the tray. She stood straight(she had to cover the glass from the rain with her body) after he grabbed his drink, and her front was soon drenched.
"Selene," sighed Chase. "I hate it when you do that, you know that I like my servants to be comfortable." Selene bowed her head bashfully, and made to leave. Chase looked pleasantly frustrated, "What I ment was pull up a chair under the umbrella." She, in mid step, changed course and grabbed a chair. She quietly sat beside him. Chase then looked content and went back to playing.
He truely injoyed Selene's company, but he was pained by her silence. She couldn't utter a word. Her tounge just didn't work, even after surgery and therapy, no sound could be summoned. Chase himself had paid for the best doctors on the planet, and a few off the planet from the lunar colonies, but not a soul could fix her. Chase had, after a year of working to bring a voice to her, stopped on her request. And so he took her from his father's house, where she had tended the garden, to Miami, where she tended his garden.
So Chase supplimented music. His deft panther hands bringing a unique melody forth. He would often look up to make sure that the music was pleasing, she had closed her eyes, her head moving ever so slightly, and he would keep playing.
So he went for almost and hour, the rain almost dying by noon.
"It's almost like the day in Vermont." said Chase.
Chase had just gotten done watching a horse race with his father at the estate in Vermont, and the party, comprised of executives and their packs, strode into the garden. They were trailed by wine bearing servants and slowly made there way to the garden, where Chase's father would settle a deal with the executives after getting them in a more lucrative mood. Just a little wine and the right pheremones released in the air from the genetically enchanced flora in the garden, and in no time, they'd sign their lifes away.
But today was simply to get them under Chase's command. His father wanted the company to change smoothly from father to son, and so the higher-ups would spend the day with the panther in the garden. And they would talk politics and stuff them with wine, then send them home, thinking for all the world that Chase was a great guy.
So Chase did, and spent the afternoon chatting away, and after he sent the intoxicated men and women home, he returned to the garden to relax.
Chase saw, through a break in the bushes, a uniformed servant working the earth. Chase couldn't get a complete view, and switched position among as many bushes as possible. Finally, because he had been raised paranoid, he caught a glimps of her. She was no double agent. She was an elegantly built dragon, silvery-blue scales, and a mane of deep purple hair. Chase eyed her up like any red blooded man would, and admired the view. Her face was a masterpiece, working just so with the rest of her body, which was well perportioned. Chase took a glass of wine from the table and sipped in while thinking. He wondered if his immunity catalyst to the flower's drug was wearing down, or if he just went insane, but he approached her.
Selene, though he knew not her name at the time, had been planting an arrangment around a clump of sculpted bushes. Chase came up behind her. "You ought to take a break. You've been at that for a while."
Selene jumped, then looked up at him. She smiled a small smile, then nodded and made to leave. Chase sighed.
"What I meant was come sit down, I like my servants comfortable."
Distrubingly similar, no? Chase soon found out that she couldn't speak, but that didn't stop him. He brought a laugh from her, a shaking of shoulders and smiles, and he felt pretty good about it. So he left her, glad he had made someones day enjoyable without the drug flowers. All the servants were immune.
His harp was still now, Chase had layed his chair back and looked ready to take a nap. He yawned and flexed his claws, then put his hands behind his head.
"Only one more afternoon."
Chase got off the plane and shook Ralph Moon's paw. The old lion was still bouncing about.
"Ralph, good to see you!" shouted Chase to compensate for his friends bad hearing and the roar of the jet. The lion grinned back.
"All the same, listen, the board is assembling in an hour, emotions are good. They have seen your work before, and are content that the company will still be running smoothly."
Chase, who was indeed Chase Ben Omori VI, would be the third Omori to take up the company. Ralph was the second Moon to co-president, and his son, a quiet bookish kid, was in no way interested in the company. Soon, Chase guessed, he'd be running the show.
The two presidents arrived in the Meeting Hall.
It surpassed the name, hall was an understatement. The massive, forty story, seven building complexe that made up the heart of the company was topped by a hollow three floors. The Meeting Hall was encased in glass, and the actual meeting table was suspended thirty feet off the ground by anti-grav floaters. From the table one could see out the glass walls to the surrounding landscape. The largest open plain in Montana. Hundreds of smaller complexes and testing bunkers dotted the expance.
Chase climbed the single clear, green tinted set of stairs that wound about the room, and finally onto the Floor.
The Floor was made of a black substance mined off the lunar colonies. The desk was carved from the same substance, but was covered in hand done, gold and synthivory patterns.
Topping all this were two identical emerald colored chairs at both ends of the table. The room was sometimes called the Throne Room.
Selene was already there, and had a glass of ice water ready for him, and extra padding in Moon's chair. The old lion refused to admit he had any problem with his age, so Chase refused to admit he had the pillows placed there. The rest of the executives soon arrived, all ten of them, and took seats.
"Moon&Chase has lost a great man. My father poured a great deal into this company, an I assure you, I will give no less." their was a general murmer of agreement, and Chase turned to the Manager of Design, a fox with seven degrees and twenty years of experince designing mecha for war. "Have you prepared the slides?" asked Chase. The fox nodded, and the rest of the board sat attentivly, wishing to see what secret was to be revealed. "Ladies and Gentlemen, with some help from Mr. Geophic here, I present the newest design of uni-mech, The Phalanx." A laser display of a powerful looking mech appeared over the table. "With extrodinary multi-mech managment, doll-and-master control interface, and lunaric plating, the Phalanx shows the pinnicale of what a defensive guard mech can, and should be. I have talked with buyers, kudos to Mrs. Rolins, and we have found a market of very worried leaders, who want more than standard Sheild mechs guarding them...."
And thus Chase dipped the board back into the normal movements of the company, setting any worries at ease, and showing them that Moon&Chase would still be selling mechs.
Chase was riding a jet back to Miami when Selene came in and poured herself some wine. Chase knew she disliked flying, and would have let her stay in Miami, but she had gotten across the message that good servants don't let little things like that get in the way. So in comprimise Chase allowed her to drink on the flights.
After drinking a bit of the wine, Selene rested in a chair across from Chase.
"The meeting went well, the Phalanx will give the board something to do while I secure my power. How do you think it went?" he asked. Selene's hands flashed in movement, and Chase chuckled. "Yes they did look surprised that I knew anything about the company. Well, I will show them. I will have Moon&Chase selling out stockpiles of mechs." Chase sipped a little wine, then opened the intercom. "John, swing about Miami and take us over the Keys, low as you can please."
"Yes sir." called the pilot back. Chase nodded. "Selene, I think I shall eat out tonight. Someplace original. Any suggestions?" Chase wanted to keep her mind off the flight. She stayed still a moment, then her hands spelled out the name of a resturant Chase hadn't heard of. "Really, what do they serve?" Everything apparently. "Very well then, when we get to Miami, put on something nice. I want to celebrate." Selene's eyes widened for a moment, then she took another gulp of wine.
The black panther stepped out of his car and handed the keys to a valet. He went around the side and helped Selene out, then shut the door. She slipped her arm into his, and they entered the very spacious entry hall. The Gatsby was new to Miami, and was still attracting press, so Chase skillfully avoided the cameras and walked up to the hostess. The pretty young wolf smiled and lead them to a fine table, just to the right of the band and dance floor, and soon the two were seated.
Selene looked beautiful, her blue and silver scales melted right into her dress, made the same color, and her purple hair was free flowing down her back. Chase himself had slapped a dark green tux on himself and looked very strapping.
"Do you think they take requests?" Chase asked. Selene shrugged, and Chase smiled back. "What do you want to hear?"
Selene simply thought for a moment, then signed out an older song.
"Excelent." Chase waited until the song stopped, then dissappeared with a grin.
Selene hoped he wasn't going to do something drastic, which he was known for. He returned like a racer finally stopping on the finishline. Selene grimaced as he sat down and asked him what he was planning.
"A secret." he glanced back at the bandstand, which was now preparing for another song by switching out sheets of music and instruments. Selene had a sinking feeling, a instinct that she knew, in just about a minute, the music would begin again.
"Ahh, that's the song."
And Chase would rise from his chair.
"Well, Selene,"
And say her name in the most kind, confindent, powerful voice that stayed under reasonable noise levels.
"Shall we dance?"
And then ask her that. Selene looked paniced around the room, seeing other couples were taking their turn at the dance floor, and cursed their choice to make dancing to this song acceptable. She huffed a sigh, which was about the most expressive noise her throat could conjure, and rose, all three inches above Chase, who was tall non-the-less, and stalked with him to the dance floor.
This isn't right, what if someone recognizes us. You would be slandered and butchered, and Selene didn't manage to sign what else the media would do if they caught the richest independant, single, man dancing a slow song with his servant. Chase moved her hand and interlaced his paw with her delicate claws, preventing her from communicating, and took posistion.
"Selene, I'm the richest mystery on the planet, an if they choose to slander me, defile me to the public, then their newspapers and tabloids will be bought out and the workers sent to lunar mining colonies." the song started and Selene was carried away by the practiced and flowing movements of Chase Ben Omori VI.
Selene followed Chase into his penthouse, stepped through the door he opened for her, and with a huff, stalked to her room. Chase grinned as she walked off. "I hope you had a fun time." he called to her.
A blue and silver hand poked out from around the corner, signing some very mean and offensive words at Chase.
"Me too, lovely evening, great band, good food," he paused for effect, "Amazing dance partner. You should have seen her, some dragoness, all beautiful in blue and silver. Pity she doesn't like me though." Chase went into his room and put his tux on the rack, then began to loosen his tie. He was watching himself in the mirror, when into his reversed view came Selene, her face cast in a determinate glare, her eyes red and angry. Her mouth rocked in useless motion while her fingers tried, and failed to communicate inteligable words. Chase turned to her.
"Selene, I'm sorry, I had no intention of offending you. Please, just calm down, I won't say those things anymore." Chase truely felt sorry for angering his one servant, friend, and companion that wasn't hung about him to peek inside his wallet when his back was turned. Selene brought her full height and bearing, which while unmistakably femine, was no less powerful. "Selene, I'm sorry."
She kissed him. Her face was suddenly over his and Chase was lip locked. It was amazing. Chase had never kissed Selene, nor from the feel, had Selene ever kissed anyone, atleast recently. The panther's hand rose to cradle behind her neck and she pushed herself closer to him. Chase felt her slowly softining breath play across his face, and ran his hand over the diamond pure scales of her neck and shoulders.
Selene put her hand into the panther's short black fur and clenched it, feeling the silky fibers slide between the claws she had never considered gentle enough.
Chase broke from the kiss. His breath came to him and he looked at the dragoness. She was paused, perhaps in shock of what she had done, or fear of what he might say. She tried to form apologetic words with her digits, but Chase took up her hand, stopping the choppy flow of sorries, and pulled off his tie. "No need for sorry, I say sorry to you, for anything I've ever done to offend you, harm you, embarass you. I would never want to hurt someone that feels something for me." her hand again attempted to leap into movement, but he stopped it. "Yes, I feel something for you, something that a business man should never feel for a servant. Like you said, it would be slander. But Selene," he brought her hand to his chest, placed it over his heart. "I don't care." Chase brought his head to hers and kissed her again. In the corner of his vision he saw the exit to his balcony, his large deck chair sitting in the night air. "Come." Chase leaded her out and sat her down on the edge of the chair. He went to the wall of the garden, all that was between him and open air, then spread his arms as if to conjure light and music, wine and glasses, all about the balcony, all moving to serve his love, but all he recieved was a breeze that set off the chimes, and he thought it enough.
"Light music will do." he grinned, then moved over to her. She was dazzled as if she had never seen the night air, or been in the presence of the chimes. Chase undid his cuffs and slid down next to her. "Selene, we can have something together." he told her. "Something just you and me, no business, boards, jets, all just for you." Chase had never asked himself why he wanted to give Selene her voice back, but he knew now that he would give fortunes to hear her agree, just a yes, for one moment, an he would be content.
Selene nodded. Just us, she signed, just you and me.
"Yes," said Chase, "Just us."
Selene smiled and kissed him again. Chase undid enough of the tops buttons to his shirt and slid it over his head. His chest was slim from years of breakfast on the go, and toned half-heartedly by breaks when he could find time to jump on a treadmill. All covered in black fur, soft as velvet, kept smooth by designer shampoos, for panthers only.
Selene timidly reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, letting in fall away. Chase then undid the front clasp of her strapless bra, then brought it away from her chest. Small silky scales gave way to a strip of pink flesh down her middle, just beyond her nipples. Chase pulled her dress fully off, then threw his own pants onto the balcony deck.
Selene looked over her chest at Chase's slim form, covered only in a pair of grey boxers. All she had on was a slim pair of panties, and was shaking slightly in the night air. Chase brought his body ontop of hers, and kissed her again.
The dragoness took the inititive and slid off Chase's boxers, revealing his pink member growing from his black furred sheath. Chase smiled and slid off her panties, revealing a pink swath of flesh among the blue scales.
Selene now began to blush amazingly. And Chase releaved her by grasping one of her breast and kneeding it between his paw. Selene enjoyed the feel greatly, and hardly noticed when her folds were parted slightly by Chase's now stiff member.
"Selene, I love you."
Chase slid himself into her, his full member slipping into her large folds. Selene gasped and grabbed him by the hips, pushing him deeper. Chase moaned and clamped down on her breast, while he began to rock back and forth. Selene's head was rolling on the bed as Chase pushed faster.
The dragoness dug her claws into Chase's legs, clenching her body as she cummed prematurely. But between the pain and pleasure, Chase went on anyway. His member burning from the heat inside her. His eyes clenched as he sped faster.
Chase wanted this to be amazing, he had to make this powerfull, so he pushed on, but held back, waiting until he had pushed his limit. Selene took her right hand and placed it on her own breast, trying to lessen the intense pleasure below by pinching her nipples.
Chase's member was about to revolt and explode, but not before Selene reached another orgasm that ripped a scream from her throat, and her hips squeezed together, he was pushed over the edge, and let loose a stream of cum into her.
"Chase."
Three weeks later, Chase and Selene landed the jet in Las Vegas. John must be lost, they lived in Miami, Las Vegas was not between Montana and Florida. Well, guess they might as well take advantage of the ocassion. The two grabbed a cab and headed off into the city.
Again, the driver must have been lost, why were they in the parking lot of a chapel?