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Xodiac yawned again and turned his attention back to the computer. The forms displayed on the screen wavered like they were underwater – not from a bad video card, but because it was just so damn late. I shouldn't have left this until the last minute, the coyote-dragon told himself for the thousandth time that night. Unfortunately, the hybrid had a bad habit of procrastinating, and he'd left this paperwork until the deadline loomed large. If these forms weren't turned in within the next few hours, he wouldn't be able to go on his trip.
Which would be a disaster. This was the dragote's dream vacation, a trip around the world to eight different countries. The tour company he'd signed up with even offered a neat feature for some of them, events the tourists could not just enjoy as part of the audience, but would participate in. "Don't just attend the festival, join the parade!" they advertised.
Damn it, focus! His eyes hurt from the strain of keeping them open. Xodiac stretched, his wings spreading wide before folding back behind him before returning his attention to the forms. Some were for things like a passport, but others had been sent by the tour company. "Why do they need my clothing sizes?" He frowned and dutifully filled in the blanks, trying to stay awake.
Xodiac sighed with relief as he finished the last page. There. Done. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I'll give it one last review and send it off. Just gonna rest my eyes a moment...
About an hour later, another dragote poked her head in the door, attracted by the soft snoring. "Sleeping in a chair is gonna kill your back, bro," Rille said quietly, shaking her head as she tiptoed into the room. "Did you even finish that paperwork?" A quick check of the screen showed that he had, but hadn't managed to send it off before he fell asleep.
For just a moment, she had the overwhelming urge to delete it all. But, no. She enjoyed a good prank, to be sure, but that would be over the line. He was looking forward to this way too much for that. Besides, it was already paid for. Xodiac had finally managed to get a decent job and hold it long enough to fund this little expedition, and she wasn't about to screw him over quite that badly.
"I'll just send this off for you," she said instead, and reached for the mouse. Then she paused. I might as well double-check what he put in there, she thought. Make sure it was all filled out and correct.
A few minutes later there was an enormous grin on her muzzle as she finished. "Enjoy your trip, bro." She hit SEND. Good, well under the deadline.
"I think you're definitely going to remember it for a while."
Germany had been fascinating. For two weeks their guide, a collie named Eileen, had led the group of about twenty tourists to various monuments, battlefields, and castles. They'd visited a BMW factory, checked out the Black Forest, and looked at World War Two bunkers and the last remnants of the Wall. This morning they'd visited a shop where they hand-made sausages and other traditional fare, then a chocolate factory.
And now it was time for the highlight of the tour: the "Local Experience" that had been so prominent in all the company's advertising. The site had been rather vague about exactly what that would entail, promising only that "most" stops on the tour would have something but noting that exactly what it would be varied by season and availability.
"All right, everyone," Eileen yelled cheerfully from the front of the small private bus. Like most collies, their guide was a ball of fur and sheer enthusiasm. "You get to Experience one of the most famous German celebrations: Oktoberfest!"
The announcement elicited a few cheers, but mostly puzzled murmurs. "Now, I know what you're thinking – and you're right. This is the wrong time of year for it. But that doesn't matter! You may not have come to us in October, but we can bring October to you! There are establishments where you can enjoy it anyway, no matter the time of year."
Xodiac cheered along with the rest at the news. Even if it was just for the tourists, it would still be great fun with great food. But the group quieted once more when Eileen explained that, in order to truly give them a Local Experience, they'd be helping out at the festival, serving food and drink along with the employees. Some of the others were looking pretty pissed, in fact, but the dragote just shrugged. He hadn't expected to have to work on this vacation, but he was plenty familiar with service jobs. This was nothing he hadn't done before, and it was only for a few hours.
And afterwards, Eileen promised, their food – and, more importantly, their drinks – would all be free!
As the group filed off the bus, someone began reading names and handing out bundles of clothing wrapped in plastic. "What's this?" one of the tourists asked.
"Your uniforms," Eileen said, " to help make your Local Experience more complete. The men get lederhosen, the ladies get dirndl. To the left, down the hallway, there are some rooms where you can change."
Well, that explained why they'd needed his clothing sizes, anyway.
Xodiac listened for his name and took the package he was handed. In the little room he tore the plastic open and pulled out the clothing. He wasn't really looking forward to wearing lederhosen – he thought they looked kind of silly – but what he found himself holding instead was even worse. It was a dress, black and gray and white, with a lace-up front and ruffled all around the bottom of the skirt, around the neckline, and at ends of the sleeves. A red apron completed the ensemble.
"What. The. Fuck?" the dragote whispered, and practically ran back to the bus, the dress clutched in his claws. "Why did you give me this?" he demanded.
"Vhat's your name?" the wolf there asked in a thick accent as she handed out the last of the bundles. When he told her, she looked at a little clipboard and ran her finger down it. "Yes, zat is correct. Xodiac, dirndl," she said, then read off his measurements. They were exactly correct, proving they had the right entry.
"But... I'm a male," Xodiac protested weakly. "Can't you just get me some lederhosen?" Better to look a little silly than a lot.
"I just gave out ze last of zose," the wolf said in a bored tone of voice. "You haff what you are meant to haff. Please go inside und change, und zen you can get to verk."
"Suppose I refuse?"
"You signed contract vhen you joined zis tour. Agree to, ah, participate. Besides, no verk, no beer."
Back in the changing room, Xodiac looked at the dress – the dirndl – and sighed. Why did this sort of mix-up always seem to happen to him? Then he began stripping down.
It might be only a couple of hours, but the hybrid had the feeling it would nevertheless be an awfully long shift. He just hoped the patrons wouldn't pinch his butt as much as they did last time he'd played waitress.
Unfortunately, they did.
Tourists!
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This is the first of a bunch of pictures of Xodiac dressed in iconic garb from various countries around the world. All the art was done by
crazymelimelo, and the story to explain why the heck he's wearing all this is done by me.
You have my sincere apologies for any misrepresentations of the countries and cultures involved. I did only the minimum amount of research necessary to get rid of the most blatant of plot holes. But, to be fair, this isn't exactly a serious work of literature. If you like, consider this necessarily an alternate history, since I'm pretty sure dragotes and other anthros don't actually exist in this world.
Unfortunately.
1,237 words (this part)
Xodiac yawned again and turned his attention back to the computer. The forms displayed on the screen wavered like they were underwater – not from a bad video card, but because it was just so damn late. I shouldn't have left this until the last minute, the coyote-dragon told himself for the thousandth time that night. Unfortunately, the hybrid had a bad habit of procrastinating, and he'd left this paperwork until the deadline loomed large. If these forms weren't turned in within the next few hours, he wouldn't be able to go on his trip.
Which would be a disaster. This was the dragote's dream vacation, a trip around the world to eight different countries. The tour company he'd signed up with even offered a neat feature for some of them, events the tourists could not just enjoy as part of the audience, but would participate in. "Don't just attend the festival, join the parade!" they advertised.
Damn it, focus! His eyes hurt from the strain of keeping them open. Xodiac stretched, his wings spreading wide before folding back behind him before returning his attention to the forms. Some were for things like a passport, but others had been sent by the tour company. "Why do they need my clothing sizes?" He frowned and dutifully filled in the blanks, trying to stay awake.
Xodiac sighed with relief as he finished the last page. There. Done. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I'll give it one last review and send it off. Just gonna rest my eyes a moment...
About an hour later, another dragote poked her head in the door, attracted by the soft snoring. "Sleeping in a chair is gonna kill your back, bro," Rille said quietly, shaking her head as she tiptoed into the room. "Did you even finish that paperwork?" A quick check of the screen showed that he had, but hadn't managed to send it off before he fell asleep.
For just a moment, she had the overwhelming urge to delete it all. But, no. She enjoyed a good prank, to be sure, but that would be over the line. He was looking forward to this way too much for that. Besides, it was already paid for. Xodiac had finally managed to get a decent job and hold it long enough to fund this little expedition, and she wasn't about to screw him over quite that badly.
"I'll just send this off for you," she said instead, and reached for the mouse. Then she paused. I might as well double-check what he put in there, she thought. Make sure it was all filled out and correct.
A few minutes later there was an enormous grin on her muzzle as she finished. "Enjoy your trip, bro." She hit SEND. Good, well under the deadline.
"I think you're definitely going to remember it for a while."
— * x * —Germany had been fascinating. For two weeks their guide, a collie named Eileen, had led the group of about twenty tourists to various monuments, battlefields, and castles. They'd visited a BMW factory, checked out the Black Forest, and looked at World War Two bunkers and the last remnants of the Wall. This morning they'd visited a shop where they hand-made sausages and other traditional fare, then a chocolate factory.
And now it was time for the highlight of the tour: the "Local Experience" that had been so prominent in all the company's advertising. The site had been rather vague about exactly what that would entail, promising only that "most" stops on the tour would have something but noting that exactly what it would be varied by season and availability.
"All right, everyone," Eileen yelled cheerfully from the front of the small private bus. Like most collies, their guide was a ball of fur and sheer enthusiasm. "You get to Experience one of the most famous German celebrations: Oktoberfest!"
The announcement elicited a few cheers, but mostly puzzled murmurs. "Now, I know what you're thinking – and you're right. This is the wrong time of year for it. But that doesn't matter! You may not have come to us in October, but we can bring October to you! There are establishments where you can enjoy it anyway, no matter the time of year."
Xodiac cheered along with the rest at the news. Even if it was just for the tourists, it would still be great fun with great food. But the group quieted once more when Eileen explained that, in order to truly give them a Local Experience, they'd be helping out at the festival, serving food and drink along with the employees. Some of the others were looking pretty pissed, in fact, but the dragote just shrugged. He hadn't expected to have to work on this vacation, but he was plenty familiar with service jobs. This was nothing he hadn't done before, and it was only for a few hours.
And afterwards, Eileen promised, their food – and, more importantly, their drinks – would all be free!
As the group filed off the bus, someone began reading names and handing out bundles of clothing wrapped in plastic. "What's this?" one of the tourists asked.
"Your uniforms," Eileen said, " to help make your Local Experience more complete. The men get lederhosen, the ladies get dirndl. To the left, down the hallway, there are some rooms where you can change."
Well, that explained why they'd needed his clothing sizes, anyway.
Xodiac listened for his name and took the package he was handed. In the little room he tore the plastic open and pulled out the clothing. He wasn't really looking forward to wearing lederhosen – he thought they looked kind of silly – but what he found himself holding instead was even worse. It was a dress, black and gray and white, with a lace-up front and ruffled all around the bottom of the skirt, around the neckline, and at ends of the sleeves. A red apron completed the ensemble.
"What. The. Fuck?" the dragote whispered, and practically ran back to the bus, the dress clutched in his claws. "Why did you give me this?" he demanded.
"Vhat's your name?" the wolf there asked in a thick accent as she handed out the last of the bundles. When he told her, she looked at a little clipboard and ran her finger down it. "Yes, zat is correct. Xodiac, dirndl," she said, then read off his measurements. They were exactly correct, proving they had the right entry.
"But... I'm a male," Xodiac protested weakly. "Can't you just get me some lederhosen?" Better to look a little silly than a lot.
"I just gave out ze last of zose," the wolf said in a bored tone of voice. "You haff what you are meant to haff. Please go inside und change, und zen you can get to verk."
"Suppose I refuse?"
"You signed contract vhen you joined zis tour. Agree to, ah, participate. Besides, no verk, no beer."
Back in the changing room, Xodiac looked at the dress – the dirndl – and sighed. Why did this sort of mix-up always seem to happen to him? Then he began stripping down.
It might be only a couple of hours, but the hybrid had the feeling it would nevertheless be an awfully long shift. He just hoped the patrons wouldn't pinch his butt as much as they did last time he'd played waitress.
Unfortunately, they did.
Tourists!
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
This is the first of a bunch of pictures of Xodiac dressed in iconic garb from various countries around the world. All the art was done by
crazymelimelo, and the story to explain why the heck he's wearing all this is done by me.You have my sincere apologies for any misrepresentations of the countries and cultures involved. I did only the minimum amount of research necessary to get rid of the most blatant of plot holes. But, to be fair, this isn't exactly a serious work of literature. If you like, consider this necessarily an alternate history, since I'm pretty sure dragotes and other anthros don't actually exist in this world.
Unfortunately.
1,237 words (this part)
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 459 x 892px
File Size 125.4 kB
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