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Heading Out Again
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
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“Shuttle’s landing for us in twenty minutes,” Fuji remarked. The Komodo monitor glanced over at his lover and saw that she was still reading her padd. “Meredith?”
“Hmm?” the golden palomino mare asked. One ear flicked and she said, “Right, the shuttle.”
“What’s got you so interested?” Fuji asked, craning his neck to look over her shoulder. “New episode of Monsoon Poultry Hospital?”
Meredith snorted a chuckle and flicked her tail against his hip. “If it were that, I’d share.” Her ears went back. “It’s from Varan, sent several days ago. The Kith’s been redeployed to a combat zone.”
“Oh. Why didn’t she say anything earlier?”
“Not allowed.”
“So how is she doing?”
“According to this, she’s fine, and is asking me to please let my parents know that she’s no longer insystem.” The mare smiled happily. “I guess my folks remind her of her own family.” She cleared the message from the padd’s screen. “Meanwhile, we have business to attend to.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Cargo is already being set aside for us. As soon as we and the rest of the crew are aboard, we load up and head for home.”
“What are we carrying?” Fuji asked.
“The usual bulk stuff. Nothing explosive or hazardous, thank Deus – hey, Jax! Over here!” She had spotted the rat walking into the port’s lounge. She was wearing a pink skirt and her Transcosm t-shirt, while Fuji was wearing trousers and a vest-of-pockets. Jax was wearing sandals and a shirt that looked like it was Kashlanin make, with a belt around his waist.
“Hi you two,” Jax said as he sat down facing them, his long naked tail whisking around his ankles. “Have fun?”
The monitor and the mare exchanged glances and Meredith blushed. “A lot of fun,” Fuji replied. “Haven’t seen you for a while, though.”
The rat waggled a paw. “Oh, I found things to do.”
Fuji grinned toothily. “Things, or people?”
“Both, if you want details,” Jax laughed. “There’s a casino near my hotel, so I placed a few bets here and there. Won a little bit more than I lost, which is nice, and met this nice gerbil at one of the dance clubs.”
“Did you and she – “
“He.”
“- He have a good time?” Meredith asked, grinning as the rat nodded with a pleased expression on his face. “I’m glad. We’ve all had a hard time lately and we needed to relax.”
In ones and twos, the rest of the crew filtered into the lounge, the last one showing up as the port’s public address system announced that a shuttle was available for the A Quiet Life’s mooring buoy. Most of the crew was still in mufti, with Christina George wearing nothing but a belt across her ample middle. The cow looked quite pleased with herself, and had regaled a few furs with a story about her idea of leisure activity.
Meredith hadn’t known that the amusement areas included fighting arenas.
Once everyone was ready to go, Meredith waved her crew toward the shuttle, making sure that she was the last one on. Fuji and Jax hung back, however. “Come on, you two,” she urged. “I’m not getting aboard – hey!”
The rat and the monitor grabbed her and Jax helped put her over Fuji’s shoulder, and the trio boarded to the laughter and cheers of her crew.
“You’re mean, you two are,” she said, and the airlock doors cycled closed as the rest of the furs aboard started laughing again.
The shuttle lifted on artigrav after everyone was strapped in, and was soon en route to the freighter’s mooring buoy. As it moved in, Meredith looked out the window at the ship and noted with satisfaction that its name, its registry number, and the Transcosm logo had been placed on the hull.
As soon as the ship docked Jax was out of his seat and he faced the rest of the crew. “Okay, people, they’ll be bringing the cargo alongside, so get changed – or dressed,” and there were a few whistles at Christina; the cow gave them a cheerful middle finger salute, “and all crew at loading stations. Let’s go,” and as the lock opened he led the way.
“He’s certainly cheered up,” Fuji remarked as he and Meredith entered the ship.
“I was hoping he would,” the mare replied, and the two shared a kiss. “I need to go change,” she said, “and so do you.”
He sketched a salute and turned to go.
Only to yelp as her hoof met his backside. “And that’s for you carrying me aboard,” she said. “Did you and Jax arrange that?”
The Komodo monitor winked at her before turning and heading down the corridor, his tail swishing back and forth.
She watched him go for a moment.
Nice ass, she thought.
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
ahro“Shuttle’s landing for us in twenty minutes,” Fuji remarked. The Komodo monitor glanced over at his lover and saw that she was still reading her padd. “Meredith?”
“Hmm?” the golden palomino mare asked. One ear flicked and she said, “Right, the shuttle.”
“What’s got you so interested?” Fuji asked, craning his neck to look over her shoulder. “New episode of Monsoon Poultry Hospital?”
Meredith snorted a chuckle and flicked her tail against his hip. “If it were that, I’d share.” Her ears went back. “It’s from Varan, sent several days ago. The Kith’s been redeployed to a combat zone.”
“Oh. Why didn’t she say anything earlier?”
“Not allowed.”
“So how is she doing?”
“According to this, she’s fine, and is asking me to please let my parents know that she’s no longer insystem.” The mare smiled happily. “I guess my folks remind her of her own family.” She cleared the message from the padd’s screen. “Meanwhile, we have business to attend to.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Cargo is already being set aside for us. As soon as we and the rest of the crew are aboard, we load up and head for home.”
“What are we carrying?” Fuji asked.
“The usual bulk stuff. Nothing explosive or hazardous, thank Deus – hey, Jax! Over here!” She had spotted the rat walking into the port’s lounge. She was wearing a pink skirt and her Transcosm t-shirt, while Fuji was wearing trousers and a vest-of-pockets. Jax was wearing sandals and a shirt that looked like it was Kashlanin make, with a belt around his waist.
“Hi you two,” Jax said as he sat down facing them, his long naked tail whisking around his ankles. “Have fun?”
The monitor and the mare exchanged glances and Meredith blushed. “A lot of fun,” Fuji replied. “Haven’t seen you for a while, though.”
The rat waggled a paw. “Oh, I found things to do.”
Fuji grinned toothily. “Things, or people?”
“Both, if you want details,” Jax laughed. “There’s a casino near my hotel, so I placed a few bets here and there. Won a little bit more than I lost, which is nice, and met this nice gerbil at one of the dance clubs.”
“Did you and she – “
“He.”
“- He have a good time?” Meredith asked, grinning as the rat nodded with a pleased expression on his face. “I’m glad. We’ve all had a hard time lately and we needed to relax.”
In ones and twos, the rest of the crew filtered into the lounge, the last one showing up as the port’s public address system announced that a shuttle was available for the A Quiet Life’s mooring buoy. Most of the crew was still in mufti, with Christina George wearing nothing but a belt across her ample middle. The cow looked quite pleased with herself, and had regaled a few furs with a story about her idea of leisure activity.
Meredith hadn’t known that the amusement areas included fighting arenas.
Once everyone was ready to go, Meredith waved her crew toward the shuttle, making sure that she was the last one on. Fuji and Jax hung back, however. “Come on, you two,” she urged. “I’m not getting aboard – hey!”
The rat and the monitor grabbed her and Jax helped put her over Fuji’s shoulder, and the trio boarded to the laughter and cheers of her crew.
“You’re mean, you two are,” she said, and the airlock doors cycled closed as the rest of the furs aboard started laughing again.
The shuttle lifted on artigrav after everyone was strapped in, and was soon en route to the freighter’s mooring buoy. As it moved in, Meredith looked out the window at the ship and noted with satisfaction that its name, its registry number, and the Transcosm logo had been placed on the hull.
As soon as the ship docked Jax was out of his seat and he faced the rest of the crew. “Okay, people, they’ll be bringing the cargo alongside, so get changed – or dressed,” and there were a few whistles at Christina; the cow gave them a cheerful middle finger salute, “and all crew at loading stations. Let’s go,” and as the lock opened he led the way.
“He’s certainly cheered up,” Fuji remarked as he and Meredith entered the ship.
“I was hoping he would,” the mare replied, and the two shared a kiss. “I need to go change,” she said, “and so do you.”
He sketched a salute and turned to go.
Only to yelp as her hoof met his backside. “And that’s for you carrying me aboard,” she said. “Did you and Jax arrange that?”
The Komodo monitor winked at her before turning and heading down the corridor, his tail swishing back and forth.
She watched him go for a moment.
Nice ass, she thought.
Category Story / General Furry Art
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