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Telling Her
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
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Farid paused and ears swiveled as a voice said, “Well, looks like someone’s going to have fun.” The four Naval officers looked past the mare to see a reptilian figure lounging against the side of the alley entrance. He was average height and build, with dark hide and an inquisitively flicking tongue. He was wearing shorts, shoes, and a vest that seemed to be all pockets. “Is that Warp? I’ve heard about it, but never saw it in person before.”
“Phase out, scaly,” one of the canines said. He tightened his grip on Meredith as the mare tried to fight free, yelling something indistinct around her improvised gag. “Private party.”
“Oh yeah?” the Komodo monitor asked, his tail swishing back and forth idly. He straightened and took a few steps into the alley as Meredith struggled. “Doesn’t look like she wants to play.”
The squirrel waved the finger that had the blue paste on it. “Not for long.”
“Shut up,” the big stallion growled. “Get that shit in her mouth and make it fast, or you don’t get any.”
The rodent took a step forward and paused again as the monitor said, “You know that’s illegal, and so’s rape.”
“Shut it!” Tariano said. “Or we’ll hunt you down and do the same thing to you.”
Fuji shrugged. “Just making sure you knew,” and he stepped aside, flattening against the wall as Christina charged.
The Hereford cow lowered her head at the last instant, driving the top of her skull into the stallion’s right kidney. Tariano howled and went to his knees, and Farid tried to run out of the alley. Fuji caught him by the collar as his tail swept up, catching the squirrel behind the knees and driving him flat on his back onto the floor.
The two canines holding Meredith hesitated; she kneed one in the crotch and the other broke and ran for the opening at the far end of the alley.
He yelled and fell back, clutching his bleeding nose as a burly skunk stepped in, massaging one fist. “Haven’t punched an officer in years,” Kwinton said. “Feels good.” The junior lieutenant tried to hit Mikhal, only to have the mephit grab him by the neck and start pummeling him in the face while Meredith and Christina took turns kicking the other canine and Tariano in their ribs.
A high-pitched squall caused everyone to pause and a loud voice called out, “Station Security. Stop what you’re doing now.” Tariano screamed as Meredith stamped her hoof down on his crotch as hard as she could, and the voice shouted, “Stop!”
Furs in white Security uniforms entered the alley. One, a mink, walked up to Fuji. “You Castro?”
The monitor was holding Farid down, a booted foot on the squirrel’s wrist. “That’s me. You may want to take a look at this,” and he pointed his muzzle at the blue paste on the man’s finger.
The mink’s eyes widened and he hit his communicator. “Sarge, get a hazard team down here. One of these vacbrains has Warp on him.” He took a plastic bag from his belt, fitted it over the paw down to the wrist, and sealed it closed.
“It’s not mine!” Farid said.
“Yeah, right,” the constable said as he pawcuffed the squirrel behind his back. Another officer waved a scanner over the floor, and then bagged the container. The other Navy furs were pawcuffed and dragged to their feet or hooves.
Tariano spit in Meredith’s direction and said to the officer escorting him, “We’ll be back out in an hour.”
“We’ll just take our time with your processing, then. Get moving,” and the goat tapped the stallion on the rear with his stunbaton. Tariano got the hint and limped out of the alley.
The constable leading the detail walked up to Meredith, who was hugging Christina and snuffling back tears. “Are you hurt? Did he manage to drug you?”
Meredith shook her head and choked, “They roughed me up . . . they were go – going (ulp!) to r-rape me . . . after they dr-drugged me.” She clung to Christina while the cow hugged her tightly.
“We’ll have you checked out medically,” and the constable glanced at all of the others, “but I must get reports from all of you – you especially,” he said to Castro.
Fuji nodded as he stepped past him and walked up to Meredith. “Are you all right?”
“H-How did you - ?”
The monitor smiled. “Your padd.”
“My padd?”
“Yes. You left your locator on. I was going to ask you to come have a drink with me when I saw them push you in here. I called Kwinton and the others, then Security.” He smiled again. “I waited until Christina got here before I went in. I would have moved faster if you hadn’t fought them like you did.”
“Good job, Fuji,” Christina said. The cow helped the mare out of the alley, and a constable escorted them to the Security station while more personnel gathered evidence.
A medical technician scanned Meredith, revealing that apart from bruises the palomino mare was not injured. Christina smirked when the tabby femme offered to scan her; “I didn’t hit any bone or anything like that,” the Hereford cow laughed as she rapped the top of her head with her knuckles. “Felt great to hear that he liked it.” The burly femme gave an astonishingly girlish giggle.
The mare soon found herself in a room with a caracal femme who asked her questions while instruments recorded her breathing and heartbeat as well as her voice and image. The feline barely flicked an ear as Meredith told her why Tariano and his three companions wanted to attack her.
When she was finished, the caracal shut off the recorders. “May I ask a personal question?”
Meredith thought it over. “Sure.”
“What’s it like? Sex with a shlan, I mean.”
The palomino smiled, and the feline chuckled and held up a paw. “I can guess. Lucky femme, you are.” She stood and ushered Meredith out of the interview room in time to see a Naval officer, a cougar wearing commander’s rank and an expression of disapproval seemingly surgically affixed to his face, coming toward her.
“Meredith d’Estcourt?” At her nod he said, “I’m Commander Xi, these persons’ superior. I want to apologize on behalf of the Navy.”
A snort caused him turn to glance behind him at Mikhal Kwinton. “Just make sure you charge those little shits. Don’t drop the case out the airlock like you usually do,” the skunk said.
If anything, the cougar’s expression grew more disapproving. “Possession of Warp is a serious felony.”
“Yeah, right.” The skunk nodded and that seemed to irritate the officer further. The cougar went to see about his subordinates.
The mink who had led the arrest detail spoke up. “Captain Kwinton, I want to thank you and your crew for your help. When is your ship leaving?”
“Two more days,” the skunk replied.
“If we have any more questions, we’ll contact you. You’re all free to go.” Meredith and the others took the hint and left.
“Hey, Fuji, wait up,” and Meredith walked up to the Komodo monitor. “You wanted to ask me to go get a drink with you?”
Castro nodded. “Just wanted to have a talk, you know – “ Whatever he was going to say was cut short as Meredith grabbed him by the lapels of his vest, jerked him toward her and kissed him. He tensed only for a moment before slipping his arms around her and returning the kiss.
His lips felt like polished leather and tasted a bit sweet, as if he’d been eating fruit before setting off after her. His grip on her was strong, and she needed that right after the danger she’d been in.
She broke the kiss and said, “Thank you.” Christina was applauding and the palomino mare blushed.
“Anything for a friend,” Fuji said. “Now, about that drink? We could discuss the latest episode of Monsoon Poultry Hospital.”
“Yeah, I’m ready for a drink – several drinks,” Meredith said. She glanced at Christina. “Want to come along?”
“Sure,” the cow replied, and they set off for a popular bar on the station’s main concourse.
“You know, Nurse Dara on the show usually ends up getting kissed at least once an episode,” Fuji remarked.
Meredith eyed him. “You’re a lot prettier than he is.”
***
“ . . . and that’s the whole story, Varan. I find myself hoping that Tariano and his friends will end up getting whipped before being kicked out of the Navy and sent to prison, but I know it probably won’t happen. They’re probably all from influential families in the Confed or in the coreworlds, so they might be able to talk the Navy out of it.
Station Security didn’t have any other questions for us, and we left Sol Station on schedule. I told Mikhal pretty definitely that if we have to go coreward again I’ll stay right here on the ship. I was surprised when he agreed with me. It’s not like I can’t have things delivered to the ship.
Fuji and I spent a lot of time talking over drinks, and then dinner. By the time the ship left Sol I think you could say that we were friends. It might turn into something deeper, so please don’t feel jealous, my love.
I miss you.
Love, Meredith
Transmission Ends
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rabbi-tomFarid paused and ears swiveled as a voice said, “Well, looks like someone’s going to have fun.” The four Naval officers looked past the mare to see a reptilian figure lounging against the side of the alley entrance. He was average height and build, with dark hide and an inquisitively flicking tongue. He was wearing shorts, shoes, and a vest that seemed to be all pockets. “Is that Warp? I’ve heard about it, but never saw it in person before.”
“Phase out, scaly,” one of the canines said. He tightened his grip on Meredith as the mare tried to fight free, yelling something indistinct around her improvised gag. “Private party.”
“Oh yeah?” the Komodo monitor asked, his tail swishing back and forth idly. He straightened and took a few steps into the alley as Meredith struggled. “Doesn’t look like she wants to play.”
The squirrel waved the finger that had the blue paste on it. “Not for long.”
“Shut up,” the big stallion growled. “Get that shit in her mouth and make it fast, or you don’t get any.”
The rodent took a step forward and paused again as the monitor said, “You know that’s illegal, and so’s rape.”
“Shut it!” Tariano said. “Or we’ll hunt you down and do the same thing to you.”
Fuji shrugged. “Just making sure you knew,” and he stepped aside, flattening against the wall as Christina charged.
The Hereford cow lowered her head at the last instant, driving the top of her skull into the stallion’s right kidney. Tariano howled and went to his knees, and Farid tried to run out of the alley. Fuji caught him by the collar as his tail swept up, catching the squirrel behind the knees and driving him flat on his back onto the floor.
The two canines holding Meredith hesitated; she kneed one in the crotch and the other broke and ran for the opening at the far end of the alley.
He yelled and fell back, clutching his bleeding nose as a burly skunk stepped in, massaging one fist. “Haven’t punched an officer in years,” Kwinton said. “Feels good.” The junior lieutenant tried to hit Mikhal, only to have the mephit grab him by the neck and start pummeling him in the face while Meredith and Christina took turns kicking the other canine and Tariano in their ribs.
A high-pitched squall caused everyone to pause and a loud voice called out, “Station Security. Stop what you’re doing now.” Tariano screamed as Meredith stamped her hoof down on his crotch as hard as she could, and the voice shouted, “Stop!”
Furs in white Security uniforms entered the alley. One, a mink, walked up to Fuji. “You Castro?”
The monitor was holding Farid down, a booted foot on the squirrel’s wrist. “That’s me. You may want to take a look at this,” and he pointed his muzzle at the blue paste on the man’s finger.
The mink’s eyes widened and he hit his communicator. “Sarge, get a hazard team down here. One of these vacbrains has Warp on him.” He took a plastic bag from his belt, fitted it over the paw down to the wrist, and sealed it closed.
“It’s not mine!” Farid said.
“Yeah, right,” the constable said as he pawcuffed the squirrel behind his back. Another officer waved a scanner over the floor, and then bagged the container. The other Navy furs were pawcuffed and dragged to their feet or hooves.
Tariano spit in Meredith’s direction and said to the officer escorting him, “We’ll be back out in an hour.”
“We’ll just take our time with your processing, then. Get moving,” and the goat tapped the stallion on the rear with his stunbaton. Tariano got the hint and limped out of the alley.
The constable leading the detail walked up to Meredith, who was hugging Christina and snuffling back tears. “Are you hurt? Did he manage to drug you?”
Meredith shook her head and choked, “They roughed me up . . . they were go – going (ulp!) to r-rape me . . . after they dr-drugged me.” She clung to Christina while the cow hugged her tightly.
“We’ll have you checked out medically,” and the constable glanced at all of the others, “but I must get reports from all of you – you especially,” he said to Castro.
Fuji nodded as he stepped past him and walked up to Meredith. “Are you all right?”
“H-How did you - ?”
The monitor smiled. “Your padd.”
“My padd?”
“Yes. You left your locator on. I was going to ask you to come have a drink with me when I saw them push you in here. I called Kwinton and the others, then Security.” He smiled again. “I waited until Christina got here before I went in. I would have moved faster if you hadn’t fought them like you did.”
“Good job, Fuji,” Christina said. The cow helped the mare out of the alley, and a constable escorted them to the Security station while more personnel gathered evidence.
A medical technician scanned Meredith, revealing that apart from bruises the palomino mare was not injured. Christina smirked when the tabby femme offered to scan her; “I didn’t hit any bone or anything like that,” the Hereford cow laughed as she rapped the top of her head with her knuckles. “Felt great to hear that he liked it.” The burly femme gave an astonishingly girlish giggle.
The mare soon found herself in a room with a caracal femme who asked her questions while instruments recorded her breathing and heartbeat as well as her voice and image. The feline barely flicked an ear as Meredith told her why Tariano and his three companions wanted to attack her.
When she was finished, the caracal shut off the recorders. “May I ask a personal question?”
Meredith thought it over. “Sure.”
“What’s it like? Sex with a shlan, I mean.”
The palomino smiled, and the feline chuckled and held up a paw. “I can guess. Lucky femme, you are.” She stood and ushered Meredith out of the interview room in time to see a Naval officer, a cougar wearing commander’s rank and an expression of disapproval seemingly surgically affixed to his face, coming toward her.
“Meredith d’Estcourt?” At her nod he said, “I’m Commander Xi, these persons’ superior. I want to apologize on behalf of the Navy.”
A snort caused him turn to glance behind him at Mikhal Kwinton. “Just make sure you charge those little shits. Don’t drop the case out the airlock like you usually do,” the skunk said.
If anything, the cougar’s expression grew more disapproving. “Possession of Warp is a serious felony.”
“Yeah, right.” The skunk nodded and that seemed to irritate the officer further. The cougar went to see about his subordinates.
The mink who had led the arrest detail spoke up. “Captain Kwinton, I want to thank you and your crew for your help. When is your ship leaving?”
“Two more days,” the skunk replied.
“If we have any more questions, we’ll contact you. You’re all free to go.” Meredith and the others took the hint and left.
“Hey, Fuji, wait up,” and Meredith walked up to the Komodo monitor. “You wanted to ask me to go get a drink with you?”
Castro nodded. “Just wanted to have a talk, you know – “ Whatever he was going to say was cut short as Meredith grabbed him by the lapels of his vest, jerked him toward her and kissed him. He tensed only for a moment before slipping his arms around her and returning the kiss.
His lips felt like polished leather and tasted a bit sweet, as if he’d been eating fruit before setting off after her. His grip on her was strong, and she needed that right after the danger she’d been in.
She broke the kiss and said, “Thank you.” Christina was applauding and the palomino mare blushed.
“Anything for a friend,” Fuji said. “Now, about that drink? We could discuss the latest episode of Monsoon Poultry Hospital.”
“Yeah, I’m ready for a drink – several drinks,” Meredith said. She glanced at Christina. “Want to come along?”
“Sure,” the cow replied, and they set off for a popular bar on the station’s main concourse.
“You know, Nurse Dara on the show usually ends up getting kissed at least once an episode,” Fuji remarked.
Meredith eyed him. “You’re a lot prettier than he is.”
***
“ . . . and that’s the whole story, Varan. I find myself hoping that Tariano and his friends will end up getting whipped before being kicked out of the Navy and sent to prison, but I know it probably won’t happen. They’re probably all from influential families in the Confed or in the coreworlds, so they might be able to talk the Navy out of it.
Station Security didn’t have any other questions for us, and we left Sol Station on schedule. I told Mikhal pretty definitely that if we have to go coreward again I’ll stay right here on the ship. I was surprised when he agreed with me. It’s not like I can’t have things delivered to the ship.
Fuji and I spent a lot of time talking over drinks, and then dinner. By the time the ship left Sol I think you could say that we were friends. It might turn into something deeper, so please don’t feel jealous, my love.
I miss you.
Love, Meredith
Transmission Ends
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Meredith really needed some aftercare after that incident.
Also...no...I don't think the story's resolution was a deus ex machina, Meredith may be sorta new to the Kiss Me in the Dark, but she's family.
The particular standout in this story was Kwinton's interaction with the Navy commander.
I don't think it's the last of we've seen of Tariano though...but I'm ok with the "short term" consequences.
Also...no...I don't think the story's resolution was a deus ex machina, Meredith may be sorta new to the Kiss Me in the Dark, but she's family.
The particular standout in this story was Kwinton's interaction with the Navy commander.
I don't think it's the last of we've seen of Tariano though...but I'm ok with the "short term" consequences.
Many drinks, with friends.
I did my best to avoid the deus ex machina, and I feel that I succeeded. With a few exceptions, they were the ship's first crew, so they've grown to know each other pretty well.
You can tell that Kwinton's got a larger back story than I initially gave him.
I did my best to avoid the deus ex machina, and I feel that I succeeded. With a few exceptions, they were the ship's first crew, so they've grown to know each other pretty well.
You can tell that Kwinton's got a larger back story than I initially gave him.
And it's not deus ex machina at all, except that literally there was a machine involved. I assumed that the evolution of the smart phone would have locators as a feature. All logical and reasonable. You just left a very very evil cliffhanger in the middle.
Influential families might keep them out of prison and unwhipped, but I suspect the Navy will get rid of them. Assault's one thing, but a drug like that? You don't need officers that stupid.
Influential families might keep them out of prison and unwhipped, but I suspect the Navy will get rid of them. Assault's one thing, but a drug like that? You don't need officers that stupid.
Your crew was much more gentle than my captain would have been - he would have seen to it they each got a dose of the very drug they were trying to force on her. Good save, I'm working on one where they're rescued by someone that 'doesn't' like them - but doesn't want to have to take on the extra shifts if they end up a crew-member down.
Understood, I just meant my captain is more the type to make sure that type of evil never gets the chance to try to hurt anyone else ever again. In my story it's Firefuzz, you feel really great until it wears off - and then the pain starts ... In this case that navy type may remember what he had planned - but not what happened - only that 'he' is now the one hooked on his own shit. Another thought is how often he and his friends have done this to have it ready and worked out when she just happens to be in port.
All four are going to be spending a bit time in regeneration modules before disciplinary actions are brought up.
Tariano: shattered right kidney, crushed testes, broken ribs
Canine #1: broken ribs
Canine #2: broken nose, broken lower jaw
Farid: two cracked cervical vertebrae
Tariano: shattered right kidney, crushed testes, broken ribs
Canine #1: broken ribs
Canine #2: broken nose, broken lower jaw
Farid: two cracked cervical vertebrae
I've touched on what the Confederate Navy uses for disciplinary punishments. They're lucky that the XO showed up; they might get away with degradation to enlisted ranks, with loss of pay and benefits. The Captain has the discretion to order them whipped, the lashes stipulated to be permanent.
You're quite correct; they're getting off light compared to what was planned for Meredith.
You're quite correct; they're getting off light compared to what was planned for Meredith.
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