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Two Steps Forward
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
Prompt word: drawing
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Meredith recoiled a half step as her ears flicked to catch Mikhal’s growl, “Come the fuck in or fuck the fuck – oh, it’s you,” the skunk growled as the door opened to reveal the palomino mare. “What’s up, d’Estcourt?”
“Why does your door annunciator use a fart sound?”
Kwinton shrugged and pointed at himself. “Skunk,” as if that explained things. “Now, what brings you here?” She stepped further into the cabin and the door closed behind her.
The skunk’s quarters were slightly larger than her own, one of the perks of being the captain of the freighter. Defying her expectations, the place was almost painfully neat, with everything in its place. He was sitting in a chair naked, with what appeared to be porn on his padd’s screen.
He had an erection.
She avoided looking lower than his neck. “You remember what we discussed, about me checking company policy?”
“Yeah, I remember. I don’t need cyberware for my memory yet.” He sat back. “What’d you find?”
The mare explained quickly before adding, “I want to send a recorded message to the head office. I figure that the head of personnel – “
“Add the director of corporate operations, too,” the mephit said. “If you’re thinking of setting up another office, that’s who you’ll need to talk to. ‘Course, with Transcosm expanding like it is, they might already be thinking of it.” He eyed her up and down. “Let me ask you a question.”
“Sure, Boss.”
He glanced at the porn on his padd and blanked it. When he looked back up at her, his tail twitched. “Why?”
Meredith blinked. “Why what?”
“Why the fuck do you want to get yourself pregnant, d’Estcourt?” he asked. “You’ve been aboard for months now – why do you want to cut your pay, cut out your bonuses, and stay dirtbound for however long it takes?”
“Can I sit down?”
“No.”
She stood up straight, her paws clasped loosely in front of her at her waist. “My mothers are pregnant,” Meredith said, “and they’re asking whether I’m going to give them grandchildren.”
To her surprise, the skunk chuckled. “Sounds like my last wife.” He looked up at her, and sighed. “Well, I can’t stop you from going if you want to. I’ll have a hard time replacing you, d’Estcourt.” He glanced down and scowled. “You can leave now.”
Meredith nodded. “Thanks for the advice, Captain,” and she left his cabin.
As she walked back to her own quarters she reflected on what she was planning, and what Kwinton had said to her. She wasn’t quite thirty yet; still plenty of time, and if she worked hard she might even become a captain herself, retire with a pension, and raise a family then.
On the other paw, if her plan was successful, she’d have a child – maybe two; and If the idea of a company office on Downtime was too far to go for Transcosm, there was an office on This Far, where her father and mothers could help her raise the child. She’d planned on getting inseminated there anyway, and that made her wonder what to look for in a likely sperm donor.
But, first things first, and she decided to get all of her ideas and plans in order before recording the message she wanted to send.
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2019 by Walter Reimer
Prompt word: drawing
Thumbnail art by
technicolorpiePHHRRRT
Meredith recoiled a half step as her ears flicked to catch Mikhal’s growl, “Come the fuck in or fuck the fuck – oh, it’s you,” the skunk growled as the door opened to reveal the palomino mare. “What’s up, d’Estcourt?”
“Why does your door annunciator use a fart sound?”
Kwinton shrugged and pointed at himself. “Skunk,” as if that explained things. “Now, what brings you here?” She stepped further into the cabin and the door closed behind her.
The skunk’s quarters were slightly larger than her own, one of the perks of being the captain of the freighter. Defying her expectations, the place was almost painfully neat, with everything in its place. He was sitting in a chair naked, with what appeared to be porn on his padd’s screen.
He had an erection.
She avoided looking lower than his neck. “You remember what we discussed, about me checking company policy?”
“Yeah, I remember. I don’t need cyberware for my memory yet.” He sat back. “What’d you find?”
The mare explained quickly before adding, “I want to send a recorded message to the head office. I figure that the head of personnel – “
“Add the director of corporate operations, too,” the mephit said. “If you’re thinking of setting up another office, that’s who you’ll need to talk to. ‘Course, with Transcosm expanding like it is, they might already be thinking of it.” He eyed her up and down. “Let me ask you a question.”
“Sure, Boss.”
He glanced at the porn on his padd and blanked it. When he looked back up at her, his tail twitched. “Why?”
Meredith blinked. “Why what?”
“Why the fuck do you want to get yourself pregnant, d’Estcourt?” he asked. “You’ve been aboard for months now – why do you want to cut your pay, cut out your bonuses, and stay dirtbound for however long it takes?”
“Can I sit down?”
“No.”
She stood up straight, her paws clasped loosely in front of her at her waist. “My mothers are pregnant,” Meredith said, “and they’re asking whether I’m going to give them grandchildren.”
To her surprise, the skunk chuckled. “Sounds like my last wife.” He looked up at her, and sighed. “Well, I can’t stop you from going if you want to. I’ll have a hard time replacing you, d’Estcourt.” He glanced down and scowled. “You can leave now.”
Meredith nodded. “Thanks for the advice, Captain,” and she left his cabin.
As she walked back to her own quarters she reflected on what she was planning, and what Kwinton had said to her. She wasn’t quite thirty yet; still plenty of time, and if she worked hard she might even become a captain herself, retire with a pension, and raise a family then.
On the other paw, if her plan was successful, she’d have a child – maybe two; and If the idea of a company office on Downtime was too far to go for Transcosm, there was an office on This Far, where her father and mothers could help her raise the child. She’d planned on getting inseminated there anyway, and that made her wonder what to look for in a likely sperm donor.
But, first things first, and she decided to get all of her ideas and plans in order before recording the message she wanted to send.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
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File Size 38.8 kB
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Ooo, ironic for there be a couple of skunks that hangs out on the other side of the field right across from my front door. Someone needs to tell them to be careful for I just stopped in time and almost ran one over. Thankfully they're on the other side, don't like nasty surprises getting out of my car from a 12 hours shift. I much prefer the ginger kitty cat that hangs out sometimes and is pretty friendly.
Awesome story though. I am seriously getting a sneak peek ahead with these but my reading list is hopelessly full I don't have the time to catch up. I'm sorry.
Awesome story though. I am seriously getting a sneak peek ahead with these but my reading list is hopelessly full I don't have the time to catch up. I'm sorry.
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