Commission for
SnepKayz and
Jay1550!!!
It came with an exerpt, written by Kayz!
Kayz glanced over at the arrangement of crates currently strapped down in her cargo bay. Every single one had a ribbon wrapped around the outside that spanned both the length and width of the box, and each one even came complete with a bow.“This is stupid.” Kayz muttered to the orca standing behind her, also admiring the unique decorations on their cargo. “Ooh, look, this week the guns you’ll need to violently overthrow your democratically elected leaders now come wrapped up with a pretty bow! Nothing says “Christmas spirit” like toppling your local government!” The feline mocked, throwing her hands up in the air.
“It isn’t that bad.” Jay shrugged, crossing his arms and letting out a chuckle in response to Kayz’ exasperation. “It’s a fun twist to break up the monotony, right? You gotta love your work.”
“I do love my work. I love smuggling contraband without being dressed up in a stupid costume is all.” Kayz hissed back, glaring daggers at the orca. "I'm not going to pretend I'm the personification of good will and holiday cheer for selling someone chems they're probably gonna OD on."
“Aww, well I think it’s cute.” Jay chuckled, shaking his head and trying to ignore the leopard’s dreary comment.
“Oh, you do? Well then it’s a good thing I picked up one for you, too.” She shot back, quickly turning to open up a small box near the cargo bay’s exit.
“Ha, well I think I could play Kris Kringle with a little more cheer than you, anyway, so-” He was cut off by Kayz throwing a bundle folded up inside a plastic bag at him. He caught the package with a grunt, quickly turning it around in his hands. “It’s green…”
“Yeah, you can be Santa when you get your own ship. You’re my little helper, so either put on the tights or shut the fuck up about my holiday spirit.”
Jay emerged from behind a crate a few minutes later, clad in his new attire. “You got a size too small on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What gave it away?” She grinned, eyes exploring the humiliating costume.
“Well laugh it up, because I’m not wearing this. You win. I’ll get rid of all the decorations and we’ll pretend it didn’t happen.” The orca replied, his own holiday spirit being sapped away remarkably fast.
“Absolutely fuckin’ not!” Kayz laughed, “You wanted this! You don’t get to back out now that I’m not the only one in a stupid costume.”
“But-”
“Not happening. If you even take that hat off to scratch your head, I’m leaving you planetside. And do you really want to be left behind with the type of people that buy guns and drugs in quantities like this?” She asked, spreading her arms and gesturing around the hangar. “Who the fuck knows what they’re even going after? I don’t, because I don’t ask questions! But if you want to find out and then die shortly after in a drug-fueled rage, take that damn outfit off! Who knows, maybe they won't make you a soldier? Maybe they’ll just keep you at their base and bend that cute elf-ass over whenever they-”
“I get it! Christ! I’ll keep the costume on!” He cut her off, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Goddamn.”
“See, that’s the spirit. You suffer with me.” The snow leopardess purred as she glanced down at the screen mounted on her wrist. “We’re dropping out of FTL in about two minutes. Take inventory one more time before we land. I’m going to go make sure we don’t crash. I’ll be watching you on the camera feeds, so remember: take anything off and I throw you in as an extra gift with the rest of the cargo!” She called with a suddenly cheerful tone, the metal door sliding shut a second later.
Jay grabbed the small tablet and booted it up, grumbling all the while. This was the last time he ever tried to promote any holiday festivities at work.
Artist:
KittyDee
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