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© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Liberty Morgenstern, Songmark and Red Dorm are courtesy of Simon Barber. Thanks!
Spontoon Island settings courtesy of Ken Fletcher. Thanks!
New Haven courtesy of Eric Costello. Thanks!
Based on Chapter 228 of Luck of the Dragon
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They had all graduated.
Although she had been confident most of the time that at least she would prevail against every trial and problem and obstacle thrown their way by the Tutors and staff of the Songmark Aeronautical School for Young Ladies, the half-breed coyote was still somewhat stunned. Judging by their expressions, the rest of the quartet of young women that had been named Red Dorm were equally surprised.
The dorm name applied to the fur of two of them, a red panda and an Irish setter, and to the politics of the two others, a Russian sable – and Liberty. Unlike Tatiana, who was Stalinist, Liberty was from the People’s Republic of New Haven, which espoused Comrade Trotsky’s ideals.
It made interpersonal relations more than a bit difficult over the past three years, even more with Shin, a criminal boss’s daughter from the infamous Krupmark Island, and Brigit, a third-generation Fenian, added to the mix.
“Um,” Shin said, the others looked at her.
Liberty stirred, tearing her gaze away from the diploma. “I’ll,” she started, then her voice trailed off before she resumed, “I’ll have to tell Walking Fox – and Comrade Wakefield.” Walking Fox was a full-blooded coyote who lived on Spontoon Main Island. She’d been spending a great deal of time with him and his family outside of school, especially when she was working on his village’s fishing fleet over the summer. He’d helped her learn Spontoonie.
Among other things.
Comrade Wakefield was New Haven’s envoy to Spontoon. He would be pleased to hear the news and would swiftly send word to the Committee of Nine.
Of course, she would also have to leave for home shortly thereafter. She had a plan to execute, and a destiny to fulfill as a true Daughter of the Revolution.
Shin had given her an envelope, sealed with her family’s chop and containing a letter from the red panda’s father. Ni Hei had fairly good paw-writing in English, and he expressed his gratitude for her help over the past Easter holiday. The man also told her that she could call upon him for “anything.”
Recalling Ni Hei’s resources, she had a good idea of what anything might entail.
There was also a message for Comrade Wakefield, to be relayed to the Nine. She memorized it before folding up the letter and putting it back in its envelope.
Liberty suddenly blinked as a light burst of spray dampened her nose, and she realized that she was aboard a water taxi. Somehow, she’d left the dorm and Songmark without fully realizing it.
I guess I was more surprised than I had thought, and she chided herself for her weakness. There were many people in dark places who would pay any price for a Songmark girl, and she and the others had been taught hard lessons about staying alert.
The water taxi was currently moving across the lagoon and past Meeting Island, the seat of Spontoon’s government and the location of the People’s Embassy. It was headed for Main Island.
What was I thinking? She asked herself. My duty was clear; to tell Comrade Wakefield . . .
Despite her ideology, Liberty Morgenstern was a clear-minded thinker. Her parents had taught her well.
But the greater part of me wanted to see Walking Fox first, she concluded, and wondered if it was something deeper than merely informing a comrade who had helped her.
She found herself thinking about him. He was tall and well-built, quite a lot unlike the hordes of fat tourists who descended on the island nation like locusts every year. She also had to admit that, aesthetically, he was very pleasant to look at.
And when it came to satisfying certain physical needs, he was very good.
Her duty briefly warred with her body, and she spent the rest of the trip arguing thesis and antithesis with herself until the taxi pulled alongside the Main Village dock.
“Canine with russet fur outlander need guide?” the taxi driver asked in Spontoonie.
She replied in the same language, with a Main Island North accent, “Negative-requiring, although sincere thanks-mine.” She paid him for the journey, adding a tip as Shin had taught her to do. New Haven still didn’t believe in money, but Spontoon very obviously did.
It was a warm day, so she set a decent pace, eyes and ears open and looking for any potential trap while she still worked through her feelings.
The word almost made her stop short.
Ugh, feelings.
She was supposed to be above those, her will and intellect honed like knives to achieve the goal of worldwide revolution.
But, she reminded herself, there had been Dan, a canine who’d been nice to her back in New Haven City. The dockworker had a musical bent, and had serenaded her with a song he’d composed about her, and before she’d had to depart, he admitted that he loved her. She’d returned his affections and surrendered her virginity to him before leaving to return to Songmark.
Suddenly a voice surfaced in her memories.
It was an older male’s voice, English with a Russian accent; the voice of Comrade Trotsky himself. The memory had the stallion laugh before saying, “But the Revolution needs more stalwart young people like yourself, Liberty.”
The two combatants within her, heart and brain, paused to consider this.
And a synthesis was achieved.
“Greetings, Fox-Seen-Walking,” and the coyote turned and grinned when he saw Liberty standing at the gate of his family’s longhouse.
“Liberty! Hello!” he said in accented English. He was wearing only a pair of cotton shorts, and Liberty felt suddenly rather warmer than the weather and her walk warranted. “How are you?”
“I’m very well,” she said. “I came up here to tell you some news.”
“Oh? Come inside out of the sun,” and she loped up the walk and he ushered her into the longhouse.
After he got her some water he waited until she’d seated herself on the mats before sitting down facing her. “What news?”
“I graduated today.”
His ears went straight up. “That’s wonderful news! I’ll tell Mother and Father, and I’m sure they’ll want you to stay for dinner.”
She smiled. His happiness for her made her feel good. “There’s something else – “
“Liberty.” He shushed her with a fingertip to her lips. “I know. You will be leaving Spontoon shortly. But,” and he smiled again, leaning in closer to her, “you’re not leaving now, are you?”
Their lips met.
She had lost track of time again when they finally parted. “I suppose not.”
“Would you like to – “ He nodded toward the curtains that marked off his bedroom.
Liberty grinned. “I’d like that,” and the pair stood up and slipped behind the curtains.
“Oh! Getting a little eager, Liberty?”
She chuckled. “I have seized the means of production.”
“With both paws,” he said, and after a brief moment the laughter started.
Laughter that soon evolved into soft sounds and low-voiced endearments in two languages.
end
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Liberty Morgenstern, Songmark and Red Dorm are courtesy of Simon Barber. Thanks!
Spontoon Island settings courtesy of Ken Fletcher. Thanks!
New Haven courtesy of Eric Costello. Thanks!
Based on Chapter 228 of Luck of the Dragon
Thumbnail art by
stormdogstudiosThey had all graduated.
Although she had been confident most of the time that at least she would prevail against every trial and problem and obstacle thrown their way by the Tutors and staff of the Songmark Aeronautical School for Young Ladies, the half-breed coyote was still somewhat stunned. Judging by their expressions, the rest of the quartet of young women that had been named Red Dorm were equally surprised.
The dorm name applied to the fur of two of them, a red panda and an Irish setter, and to the politics of the two others, a Russian sable – and Liberty. Unlike Tatiana, who was Stalinist, Liberty was from the People’s Republic of New Haven, which espoused Comrade Trotsky’s ideals.
It made interpersonal relations more than a bit difficult over the past three years, even more with Shin, a criminal boss’s daughter from the infamous Krupmark Island, and Brigit, a third-generation Fenian, added to the mix.
“Um,” Shin said, the others looked at her.
Liberty stirred, tearing her gaze away from the diploma. “I’ll,” she started, then her voice trailed off before she resumed, “I’ll have to tell Walking Fox – and Comrade Wakefield.” Walking Fox was a full-blooded coyote who lived on Spontoon Main Island. She’d been spending a great deal of time with him and his family outside of school, especially when she was working on his village’s fishing fleet over the summer. He’d helped her learn Spontoonie.
Among other things.
Comrade Wakefield was New Haven’s envoy to Spontoon. He would be pleased to hear the news and would swiftly send word to the Committee of Nine.
Of course, she would also have to leave for home shortly thereafter. She had a plan to execute, and a destiny to fulfill as a true Daughter of the Revolution.
Shin had given her an envelope, sealed with her family’s chop and containing a letter from the red panda’s father. Ni Hei had fairly good paw-writing in English, and he expressed his gratitude for her help over the past Easter holiday. The man also told her that she could call upon him for “anything.”
Recalling Ni Hei’s resources, she had a good idea of what anything might entail.
There was also a message for Comrade Wakefield, to be relayed to the Nine. She memorized it before folding up the letter and putting it back in its envelope.
Liberty suddenly blinked as a light burst of spray dampened her nose, and she realized that she was aboard a water taxi. Somehow, she’d left the dorm and Songmark without fully realizing it.
I guess I was more surprised than I had thought, and she chided herself for her weakness. There were many people in dark places who would pay any price for a Songmark girl, and she and the others had been taught hard lessons about staying alert.
The water taxi was currently moving across the lagoon and past Meeting Island, the seat of Spontoon’s government and the location of the People’s Embassy. It was headed for Main Island.
What was I thinking? She asked herself. My duty was clear; to tell Comrade Wakefield . . .
Despite her ideology, Liberty Morgenstern was a clear-minded thinker. Her parents had taught her well.
But the greater part of me wanted to see Walking Fox first, she concluded, and wondered if it was something deeper than merely informing a comrade who had helped her.
She found herself thinking about him. He was tall and well-built, quite a lot unlike the hordes of fat tourists who descended on the island nation like locusts every year. She also had to admit that, aesthetically, he was very pleasant to look at.
And when it came to satisfying certain physical needs, he was very good.
Her duty briefly warred with her body, and she spent the rest of the trip arguing thesis and antithesis with herself until the taxi pulled alongside the Main Village dock.
“Canine with russet fur outlander need guide?” the taxi driver asked in Spontoonie.
She replied in the same language, with a Main Island North accent, “Negative-requiring, although sincere thanks-mine.” She paid him for the journey, adding a tip as Shin had taught her to do. New Haven still didn’t believe in money, but Spontoon very obviously did.
It was a warm day, so she set a decent pace, eyes and ears open and looking for any potential trap while she still worked through her feelings.
The word almost made her stop short.
Ugh, feelings.
She was supposed to be above those, her will and intellect honed like knives to achieve the goal of worldwide revolution.
But, she reminded herself, there had been Dan, a canine who’d been nice to her back in New Haven City. The dockworker had a musical bent, and had serenaded her with a song he’d composed about her, and before she’d had to depart, he admitted that he loved her. She’d returned his affections and surrendered her virginity to him before leaving to return to Songmark.
Suddenly a voice surfaced in her memories.
It was an older male’s voice, English with a Russian accent; the voice of Comrade Trotsky himself. The memory had the stallion laugh before saying, “But the Revolution needs more stalwart young people like yourself, Liberty.”
The two combatants within her, heart and brain, paused to consider this.
And a synthesis was achieved.
“Greetings, Fox-Seen-Walking,” and the coyote turned and grinned when he saw Liberty standing at the gate of his family’s longhouse.
“Liberty! Hello!” he said in accented English. He was wearing only a pair of cotton shorts, and Liberty felt suddenly rather warmer than the weather and her walk warranted. “How are you?”
“I’m very well,” she said. “I came up here to tell you some news.”
“Oh? Come inside out of the sun,” and she loped up the walk and he ushered her into the longhouse.
After he got her some water he waited until she’d seated herself on the mats before sitting down facing her. “What news?”
“I graduated today.”
His ears went straight up. “That’s wonderful news! I’ll tell Mother and Father, and I’m sure they’ll want you to stay for dinner.”
She smiled. His happiness for her made her feel good. “There’s something else – “
“Liberty.” He shushed her with a fingertip to her lips. “I know. You will be leaving Spontoon shortly. But,” and he smiled again, leaning in closer to her, “you’re not leaving now, are you?”
Their lips met.
She had lost track of time again when they finally parted. “I suppose not.”
“Would you like to – “ He nodded toward the curtains that marked off his bedroom.
Liberty grinned. “I’d like that,” and the pair stood up and slipped behind the curtains.
“Oh! Getting a little eager, Liberty?”
She chuckled. “I have seized the means of production.”
“With both paws,” he said, and after a brief moment the laughter started.
Laughter that soon evolved into soft sounds and low-voiced endearments in two languages.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Coyote
Size 88 x 120px
File Size 53.5 kB
Listed in Folders
“Liberty.” He shushed her with a fingertip to her lips. “I know. You will be leaving Spontoon shortly. But,” and he smiled again, leaning in closer to her, “you’re not leaving now, are you?”
This resonated with me for some reason. I'm guessing it's to do with all of the second guessing (there's that word again) that normally happens with me echoing the argument that was going on in Liberty's head. Great show.
This resonated with me for some reason. I'm guessing it's to do with all of the second guessing (there's that word again) that normally happens with me echoing the argument that was going on in Liberty's head. Great show.
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