Tawny's journal

After examining the page, you looked up to see Tawny looking at you expectantly. "Thank you. This is amazingly detailed," you replied. "Did you draw it?"

"Yes," she answered. "Tawny draw what happen each day." She pointed toward a shelf that had several stacks of similarly-sized pages. Based on their height, each stack must have contained hundreds of sheets.

"May I see some of them?" you asked. She nodded and handed you a few from the top of one stack. The first one was from yesterday, and it prominently featured Tawny's encounters with you and Ginger. The first thing you noticed was that the figures appeared larger than in the previous drawing, perhaps as a trade-off from featuring significantly fewer characters. Despite the simplistic art style, it managed to illustrate Tawny's normal cleaning activities very clearly. However, the artistic emphasis was clearly on the sexual activities which were captured in greater detail. It candidly depicted the incident in the hallway that culminated in you ass-fucking Tawny, and then the later rendezvous where you pumped massive loads of semen down Tawny's and Ginger's throats resulting in their bulging bellies.

Meanwhile, Ginger was looking at the drawing from over your shoulder, and you noticed that she'd begun to touch her crotch with her right hand, while gently squeezing her right breast with her left hand. Apparently, she was getting aroused just from looking at Tawny's drawings. When you finished viewing it, you slid the sheet in front of her to let her get a closer look. She showed her appreciation by briefly nuzzling her head against your shoulder, and her long ears tickled your neck.

As you looked at earlier drawings, you saw a few graphic depictions of sexual interactions between Tawny and Ginger, but otherwise the scenes were mostly mundane activities featuring Tawny doing her cleaning duties aboard the Starpoint. In fact, some of the pages were nearly identical, day after day. You began to feel sorry that her life was filled with such tedium. "Tawny, couldn't you just write that you cleaned rather than draw the same scenes day after day?"

"Cunis not write, just speak," she replied. "But Tawny also draw."

You were shocked to discover that the Cunis had no form of written language. However, given that their average intelligence seemed lower than other species and their short lifespans were largely dominated by sex, eating and sleeping, perhaps it was understandable that their species had never developed any form of written language. Had the Greys ever attempted to teach them one? Was it simply too difficult for them? Without a written language, whatever history they knew was probably handed down verbally from one generation to another, unless others had recorded images like these. "Do other Cunis draw?" you asked.

Tawny shrugged slightly, then motioned toward her cousin. Ginger turned slightly and mumbled,"Ginger try, but drawing look bad."

"Not that bad," countered Tawny. After a slight pause she added, "Ginger also help get sheets and colors."

It was possible that Tawny might be the first Cuni that ever learned to draw. If so, that could mean she was the first Cuni artist. By documenting her life, she might also be the first Cuni autobiographer, and perhaps even the first Cuni historian. Spending her days learning how to clean seemed like a waste of her talent and potential.