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© 2019 by Walter Reimer
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“That . . . was no fun.”
Meredith saved the game and stretched, easing the stiffness in her back and neck. Running a paw through her mane, the palomino mare added, “Wraith-rabbits, the Cathedral of Negotiable Affections, two dragon’s lairs, and that last one - squirrel succubi. Squirrels, for Deus’ sake.”
Varan nodded in Terran fashion, rechecking her character’s inventory. Her kobold mage had not fared quite as well as Meredith’s paladin, and would need several days to recuperate. “Still, you should be grateful that your character isn’t a stallion.”
“Oh?”
“Those squirrels might have been feral ones, searching for nuts,” and the two females started laughing. When she finished laughing the vir said, “But now we have at least a name to search for. The ‘Amulet of Huzn,’ supposedly able to ‘cast an entire realm into depression.’” She closed the inventory. “That should do it, if ‘The Disemvowelled One’ wasn’t misleading us.”
“Hard to tell, really, at this level.” Meredith stretched again. “How long have we been here?” she asked, looking around the simulacrum as the game images faded.
“Ernnh . . . fifteen days.”
The mare’s ears went straight up. “Fifteen days?”
“In game time,” Varan amended, and she smiled as the Terran sighed in relief. “We’ve been in here about three cycles.”
Meredith thought. That was about five hours, give or take. “No wonder I feel stiff,” and her ears flicked, and Varan smiled, as her stomach rumbled. “I suppose we should get something to eat.”
“I suppose. Joe’s, or my room?”
Meredith took her padd out and checked the time. “It’ll have to be Joe’s, I’m afraid.”
“You must leave?” Varan’s ears and tail dipped slightly, the tailspur dragging along the deck.
She tipped the padd toward the vir. “They should be finished loading the ship in another ten hours, and I need to be aboard soon.” The mare managed a gentle smile.
Varan took her in her arms, and held her while the mare clung to her. Meredith’s paws ran over the vir’s back while Varan’s hands stroked the palomino’s mane.
Finally, Varan pulled slightly away and said, “Lir demef.” When Meredith sniffed and met her gaze the vir said, “It’s been wonderful seeing you again, but you have your work, and I have my duty. We have our memories, and we can talk to each other.” Feline eyes twitched and she glanced down as her own stomach gurgled, and she chuckled. “I could use something to eat, as well.”
“Let’s go eat, then.”
There was a delay while they went back to Varan’s room, to clean up and for Meredith to gather up any of her belongings, then they crossed over into the Terran side of the station. They found a table at the edge of the park and ordered.
Several shlani who passed by or were dining at nearby tables noted that the mare’s paws and the vir’s hands were clasped, but none of them made any comment. It wasn’t their business. The pawful of Terrans who understood what the gesture meant looked scandalized, but did nothing but mutter to each other.
Neither Meredith nor Varan paid any attention.
“I – “
“Yes, you do.”
“Heh. I know. I’ll write,” Meredith said as she drew out her padd, accessed their bill and paid it.
“You had better. We have an amulet to search for.”
They both chuckled, and Varan left to return to the Imperial side.
The Kiss Me in the Dark’s day shift helm, Karla Parker, was waiting at the gangway. “Hi, Meredith,” the feline said.
“Hi, Karla. Am I late?”
The cat laughed. “Nope, there’s still a few people not aboard yet. Have you seen Elroy and Ginny?” Meredith shook her head and Karla said, “No one has, although Station Security said that they rented quarters.”
The palomino mare chuckled. “I think they’re seeing each other.”
“No one’s seen them in two days,” Parker said, “so I’d think it’s more than just ‘seeing.’” The two women laughed, and Meredith went aboard the freighter and headed for her quarters to get some rest. Since Parker was on gangway duty, that meant that the ship would leave dock with the night shift helmsfur, Vinzen Garry, running things.
She closed the door and unzipped her jumpsuit, then paused to sniff at her fingertips.
Kiran looked up from a display of his favorite media program as Varan entered their quarters on the Kith. “Aka? Did you two have a good time?”
Varan smiled. “Yes. Are you watching Tell Me What You’re Doing again?” There was a whisper of cloth on fur as she removed her dress and stepped out of the puddle of fabric.
Kiran blinked at the now-unclothed vir, and smiled. “Not any more. You have my attention.”
“Good.” She beckoned to him to follow, and walked to the bedroom, her tail swaying and describing seductive curves in the air.
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
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rabbi-tom“That . . . was no fun.”
Meredith saved the game and stretched, easing the stiffness in her back and neck. Running a paw through her mane, the palomino mare added, “Wraith-rabbits, the Cathedral of Negotiable Affections, two dragon’s lairs, and that last one - squirrel succubi. Squirrels, for Deus’ sake.”
Varan nodded in Terran fashion, rechecking her character’s inventory. Her kobold mage had not fared quite as well as Meredith’s paladin, and would need several days to recuperate. “Still, you should be grateful that your character isn’t a stallion.”
“Oh?”
“Those squirrels might have been feral ones, searching for nuts,” and the two females started laughing. When she finished laughing the vir said, “But now we have at least a name to search for. The ‘Amulet of Huzn,’ supposedly able to ‘cast an entire realm into depression.’” She closed the inventory. “That should do it, if ‘The Disemvowelled One’ wasn’t misleading us.”
“Hard to tell, really, at this level.” Meredith stretched again. “How long have we been here?” she asked, looking around the simulacrum as the game images faded.
“Ernnh . . . fifteen days.”
The mare’s ears went straight up. “Fifteen days?”
“In game time,” Varan amended, and she smiled as the Terran sighed in relief. “We’ve been in here about three cycles.”
Meredith thought. That was about five hours, give or take. “No wonder I feel stiff,” and her ears flicked, and Varan smiled, as her stomach rumbled. “I suppose we should get something to eat.”
“I suppose. Joe’s, or my room?”
Meredith took her padd out and checked the time. “It’ll have to be Joe’s, I’m afraid.”
“You must leave?” Varan’s ears and tail dipped slightly, the tailspur dragging along the deck.
She tipped the padd toward the vir. “They should be finished loading the ship in another ten hours, and I need to be aboard soon.” The mare managed a gentle smile.
Varan took her in her arms, and held her while the mare clung to her. Meredith’s paws ran over the vir’s back while Varan’s hands stroked the palomino’s mane.
Finally, Varan pulled slightly away and said, “Lir demef.” When Meredith sniffed and met her gaze the vir said, “It’s been wonderful seeing you again, but you have your work, and I have my duty. We have our memories, and we can talk to each other.” Feline eyes twitched and she glanced down as her own stomach gurgled, and she chuckled. “I could use something to eat, as well.”
“Let’s go eat, then.”
There was a delay while they went back to Varan’s room, to clean up and for Meredith to gather up any of her belongings, then they crossed over into the Terran side of the station. They found a table at the edge of the park and ordered.
Several shlani who passed by or were dining at nearby tables noted that the mare’s paws and the vir’s hands were clasped, but none of them made any comment. It wasn’t their business. The pawful of Terrans who understood what the gesture meant looked scandalized, but did nothing but mutter to each other.
Neither Meredith nor Varan paid any attention.
“I – “
“Yes, you do.”
“Heh. I know. I’ll write,” Meredith said as she drew out her padd, accessed their bill and paid it.
“You had better. We have an amulet to search for.”
They both chuckled, and Varan left to return to the Imperial side.
The Kiss Me in the Dark’s day shift helm, Karla Parker, was waiting at the gangway. “Hi, Meredith,” the feline said.
“Hi, Karla. Am I late?”
The cat laughed. “Nope, there’s still a few people not aboard yet. Have you seen Elroy and Ginny?” Meredith shook her head and Karla said, “No one has, although Station Security said that they rented quarters.”
The palomino mare chuckled. “I think they’re seeing each other.”
“No one’s seen them in two days,” Parker said, “so I’d think it’s more than just ‘seeing.’” The two women laughed, and Meredith went aboard the freighter and headed for her quarters to get some rest. Since Parker was on gangway duty, that meant that the ship would leave dock with the night shift helmsfur, Vinzen Garry, running things.
She closed the door and unzipped her jumpsuit, then paused to sniff at her fingertips.
Kiran looked up from a display of his favorite media program as Varan entered their quarters on the Kith. “Aka? Did you two have a good time?”
Varan smiled. “Yes. Are you watching Tell Me What You’re Doing again?” There was a whisper of cloth on fur as she removed her dress and stepped out of the puddle of fabric.
Kiran blinked at the now-unclothed vir, and smiled. “Not any more. You have my attention.”
“Good.” She beckoned to him to follow, and walked to the bedroom, her tail swaying and describing seductive curves in the air.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Alien (Other)
Size 71 x 120px
File Size 39.1 kB
Because you bring up the subject in your second sentence: The Imperial Combined Services, which encompasses the Fleet, the Army and the Support for both, is fixed by law at 1/500 of the Kashlanin population of the Empire. That adjective's important, because there are several non-Kashlanin races within the Imperial boundaries.
Meredith would not be allowed to wear Imperial uniform.
Meredith would not be allowed to wear Imperial uniform.
Absolutely! The most chilling thing I recall from the TV-movie The Day After was that you could see the escalating tensions and military moves, but they were all in the background and the characters barely acknowledged the danger.
Until the missiles started to fly.
Until the missiles started to fly.
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