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And On That Note
A Spontoon Island story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
(Various characters are copyright their respective owners.)
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TheTiedTigress
Eleven.
“I haven’t seen you around here before.”
The spotted skunk glanced at the swimsuit-clad vixen who walked beside him. After he had guessed the time, she had suggested a drink because it was a very hot day, and it looked like he hadn’t had anything since breakfast. He had agreed, on the condition that he pay for the drinks.
Kara was pleased with this. Whoever he was, he had some manners.
“Well, I’m new here. First time on Spontoon.”
“Welcome, then. I’m Kara.”
“Milo.”
“Pleased to meet you, Milo. Where . . . is home for you?” she asked, barely avoiding asking “Where are you staying?”
He had an easy grin. “Tualatin, in Sea Bear Republic.” He scuffed a sandal at a patch of sand as they headed up to the hotel’s veranda. He held out her chair for her before taking his own seat. “Been here a few days. You were born here?”
Kara nodded. “Yes, up on Main Island.” The waiter walked over, and the vixen looked away from Milo to address the feline. “Nootnops Red, please, with ice.”
The waiter nodded and looked at Milo, who said, “Orca-Cola. With ice.”
The feline’s expression barely altered, but his displeasure seemed to radiate from him. “Of course, Sir,” and he walked off.
Kara looked at Milo. “I thought about asking for a Nootnops,” he said, “but someone back home told me not to try it.”
“Oh? Why?”
The skunk looked a little nervous. “Well, they said that they tried it, and they were caught running around naked.”
Kara grinned. “That’s not so bad. Public nudity’s not a big – “
“Through a church.”
“ – Yeah, that would be illegal,” and she couldn’t help laughing. He laughed along with her before she said, “But this is Nootnops Red; perfectly safe. It’s Nootnops Blue your friend probably got into.” She winked. “It’s a little potent, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh.” He shrugged. “Better the devil you know.” He looked up as the waiter approached with their drinks.
“Allow me,” Kara said as the waiter set the glasses down, and she switched to Spontoonie. “Pardon-requesting, vendor-of-drinks, that creature-with-bushy-tail-outlander chose known-home beverage. Creature-with-bushy-tail-outlander thought Red beverage was Blue.”
Milo glanced from the waiter to Kara and back, and his ears perked as the waiter said in English, “My apologies, Sir. The young lady has explained. Would you like to try some Nootnops Red?”
“Well, I already have this,” and the skunk gestured at the fizzy brown soda.
“A small sample,” the feline said. “On the house.”
“Oh! Okay, sure! Thank you.” The waiter left.
“So,” Kara asked, “what do you do at home, Milo?”
“I sing.”
“Really? How nice!”
“Yeah, pays well too, but you have to look after yourself.” He smiled and took a sip of his drink. “It’s the reason I came here.”
“Oh, so you sing professionally.”
“That’s right.” He looked up as the waiter returned and placed a shot glass half full of red liquid on the table. “Thank you,” the spotted skunk said, and he reached for the glass.
“Careful!” Kara said, and as he glanced at her warily she said with a grin, “It’s a bunch of different fruit juices. Try not to spill it, or you’ll have to throw away your shirt.”
She privately hoped that he’d shed the shirt anyway.
“Thanks,” Milo said, and he leaned well over the table, picked up the shot glass, and sipped the liquid. He licked his lips as he set the shot glass down and sat back. “That tastes great. Thank you, Kara.”
She grinned and raised her own glass in a toast.
***
“Mister Buckhorn, Mrs. Buckhorn, welcome back to Shepherd’s.”
Reggie glanced up as he finished signing the hotel’s guest register and he smiled widely. “Mister Lupino!” He laid the pen down and extended his paw to the wolf. “Jolly good to see you! Taking a turn on the front desk today?”
The hotel’s manager shook paws with the whitetail buck and glanced back at the desk clerk. That worthy, a tall canine who was a retired soldier, stood stolidly nearby. “Not at all, Mister Buckhorn – “
“Reggie, as you know, Dan.”
“Pleased to see you here again, Reggie. I was told that you would be staying here over Speed Week, and I wanted to make sure – “
“Not to worry, Dan,” Reggie declared. “I assure you that neither I nor my wife,” and he paused to smile at Willow, “are going to get up to any mischief, inadvertent or . . .” His voice trailed off and he snapped his fingers a few times. “Blast, what is the opposite of ‘inadvertent?’ Lodge?” The buck did a double take as the beaver seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “There you are, Lodge!”
“The word you may be looking for, Sir, is ‘advertent,’” Lodge said. “Or ‘intentional,’ or ‘planned.’”
“’Advertent?’ Really?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you, Lodge.” Turning back to the wolf Reggie smiled. “Smart as a whip, he is. So, um, what he said.”
Lupino chuckled and offered the room key. “Enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you.” Reggie and Willow, paw in paw, headed for the elevator.
Once they got to the room, with Lodge and Sophia supervising the bellhops bringing in the luggage, Willow gave Reggie a kiss. “Should I call Rosie and Da now, Reggie, or wait till later?”
“What a question!” Her buck returned the kiss enthusiastically. “No time like the present, my dear, so carpe that old diem.” He chuckled as Willow grinned and went to the phone.
***
“Did you say you had the day off?” Milo asked.
“Huh?” Did he just proposition her? Kara looked back toward the hotel, and the vixen’s ears went flat when she focused on the clock. The sun had been nice and warm, and the breeze was doing things to his tailfur that had her tail twitching. “Oh Lord, I’ll be late,” she groaned. She turned back to Milo and said, “I’m really sorry that we have to cut this short, Milo, but I absolutely have to get back to work.”
He smiled. “It’s no problem. I’ll look after the check.” He half-rose as Kara stood up. “It was very nice meeting you.”
“Same here,” she said, a little breathlessly. “Welcome again, and I hope you have a good stay.”
As she headed back to the cabana, she thought, “Nice tailfur.”
As he settled the check, giving the waiter a larger than normal tip, the spotted skunk thought, “Nice bottom.”
***
“Luchow’s.”
“Hi, Mom!”
Rosie grinned and her tail started to swish. “Hiya, Willow! Have you two got here yet?”
“Sure thing!” the whitetail doe assured the cheetah. “Just got checked in. How are you and Da?”
“Oh, we’re fine, and looking forward to seeing the grandchildren.”
“Perfect. I can’t wait to see my brother and sister,” and the two femmes giggled for a moment before Willow asked, “So, what do you think for dinner, Luchow’s or Shepherd’s?”
“Luchow’s,” Rosie said firmly. “That way we don’t have to worry about some idiot kvetching if any of the Kinder act up. Say, six?”
“Perfect.”
***
“Ladies and gentlemen, the Grand gives you – Michelle!”
It had taken a while for B’onss to get back to his family’s longhouse on Main Island after Rosie had let him and K’nutt off from work for the night. Following Mouchoir’s guidance, the tod-fox had bought a ticket to another performance at the Grand during his lunch break.
Attired now in his brand new suit, B’onss sat in the front row near the stage, gazing raptly up at the skunk femme as she swayed slightly to the rhythm of the song she sang. He’d given the guy at the door a note for her, one that Mooch had written for him.
Also in accordance with the feline’s instructions, he had a white flower in his lapel so she could see him among the other furs in the audience.
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A Spontoon Island story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
(Various characters are copyright their respective owners.)
Thumbnail art by
TheTiedTigressEleven.
“I haven’t seen you around here before.”
The spotted skunk glanced at the swimsuit-clad vixen who walked beside him. After he had guessed the time, she had suggested a drink because it was a very hot day, and it looked like he hadn’t had anything since breakfast. He had agreed, on the condition that he pay for the drinks.
Kara was pleased with this. Whoever he was, he had some manners.
“Well, I’m new here. First time on Spontoon.”
“Welcome, then. I’m Kara.”
“Milo.”
“Pleased to meet you, Milo. Where . . . is home for you?” she asked, barely avoiding asking “Where are you staying?”
He had an easy grin. “Tualatin, in Sea Bear Republic.” He scuffed a sandal at a patch of sand as they headed up to the hotel’s veranda. He held out her chair for her before taking his own seat. “Been here a few days. You were born here?”
Kara nodded. “Yes, up on Main Island.” The waiter walked over, and the vixen looked away from Milo to address the feline. “Nootnops Red, please, with ice.”
The waiter nodded and looked at Milo, who said, “Orca-Cola. With ice.”
The feline’s expression barely altered, but his displeasure seemed to radiate from him. “Of course, Sir,” and he walked off.
Kara looked at Milo. “I thought about asking for a Nootnops,” he said, “but someone back home told me not to try it.”
“Oh? Why?”
The skunk looked a little nervous. “Well, they said that they tried it, and they were caught running around naked.”
Kara grinned. “That’s not so bad. Public nudity’s not a big – “
“Through a church.”
“ – Yeah, that would be illegal,” and she couldn’t help laughing. He laughed along with her before she said, “But this is Nootnops Red; perfectly safe. It’s Nootnops Blue your friend probably got into.” She winked. “It’s a little potent, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh.” He shrugged. “Better the devil you know.” He looked up as the waiter approached with their drinks.
“Allow me,” Kara said as the waiter set the glasses down, and she switched to Spontoonie. “Pardon-requesting, vendor-of-drinks, that creature-with-bushy-tail-outlander chose known-home beverage. Creature-with-bushy-tail-outlander thought Red beverage was Blue.”
Milo glanced from the waiter to Kara and back, and his ears perked as the waiter said in English, “My apologies, Sir. The young lady has explained. Would you like to try some Nootnops Red?”
“Well, I already have this,” and the skunk gestured at the fizzy brown soda.
“A small sample,” the feline said. “On the house.”
“Oh! Okay, sure! Thank you.” The waiter left.
“So,” Kara asked, “what do you do at home, Milo?”
“I sing.”
“Really? How nice!”
“Yeah, pays well too, but you have to look after yourself.” He smiled and took a sip of his drink. “It’s the reason I came here.”
“Oh, so you sing professionally.”
“That’s right.” He looked up as the waiter returned and placed a shot glass half full of red liquid on the table. “Thank you,” the spotted skunk said, and he reached for the glass.
“Careful!” Kara said, and as he glanced at her warily she said with a grin, “It’s a bunch of different fruit juices. Try not to spill it, or you’ll have to throw away your shirt.”
She privately hoped that he’d shed the shirt anyway.
“Thanks,” Milo said, and he leaned well over the table, picked up the shot glass, and sipped the liquid. He licked his lips as he set the shot glass down and sat back. “That tastes great. Thank you, Kara.”
She grinned and raised her own glass in a toast.
***
“Mister Buckhorn, Mrs. Buckhorn, welcome back to Shepherd’s.”
Reggie glanced up as he finished signing the hotel’s guest register and he smiled widely. “Mister Lupino!” He laid the pen down and extended his paw to the wolf. “Jolly good to see you! Taking a turn on the front desk today?”
The hotel’s manager shook paws with the whitetail buck and glanced back at the desk clerk. That worthy, a tall canine who was a retired soldier, stood stolidly nearby. “Not at all, Mister Buckhorn – “
“Reggie, as you know, Dan.”
“Pleased to see you here again, Reggie. I was told that you would be staying here over Speed Week, and I wanted to make sure – “
“Not to worry, Dan,” Reggie declared. “I assure you that neither I nor my wife,” and he paused to smile at Willow, “are going to get up to any mischief, inadvertent or . . .” His voice trailed off and he snapped his fingers a few times. “Blast, what is the opposite of ‘inadvertent?’ Lodge?” The buck did a double take as the beaver seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “There you are, Lodge!”
“The word you may be looking for, Sir, is ‘advertent,’” Lodge said. “Or ‘intentional,’ or ‘planned.’”
“’Advertent?’ Really?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you, Lodge.” Turning back to the wolf Reggie smiled. “Smart as a whip, he is. So, um, what he said.”
Lupino chuckled and offered the room key. “Enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you.” Reggie and Willow, paw in paw, headed for the elevator.
Once they got to the room, with Lodge and Sophia supervising the bellhops bringing in the luggage, Willow gave Reggie a kiss. “Should I call Rosie and Da now, Reggie, or wait till later?”
“What a question!” Her buck returned the kiss enthusiastically. “No time like the present, my dear, so carpe that old diem.” He chuckled as Willow grinned and went to the phone.
***
“Did you say you had the day off?” Milo asked.
“Huh?” Did he just proposition her? Kara looked back toward the hotel, and the vixen’s ears went flat when she focused on the clock. The sun had been nice and warm, and the breeze was doing things to his tailfur that had her tail twitching. “Oh Lord, I’ll be late,” she groaned. She turned back to Milo and said, “I’m really sorry that we have to cut this short, Milo, but I absolutely have to get back to work.”
He smiled. “It’s no problem. I’ll look after the check.” He half-rose as Kara stood up. “It was very nice meeting you.”
“Same here,” she said, a little breathlessly. “Welcome again, and I hope you have a good stay.”
As she headed back to the cabana, she thought, “Nice tailfur.”
As he settled the check, giving the waiter a larger than normal tip, the spotted skunk thought, “Nice bottom.”
***
“Luchow’s.”
“Hi, Mom!”
Rosie grinned and her tail started to swish. “Hiya, Willow! Have you two got here yet?”
“Sure thing!” the whitetail doe assured the cheetah. “Just got checked in. How are you and Da?”
“Oh, we’re fine, and looking forward to seeing the grandchildren.”
“Perfect. I can’t wait to see my brother and sister,” and the two femmes giggled for a moment before Willow asked, “So, what do you think for dinner, Luchow’s or Shepherd’s?”
“Luchow’s,” Rosie said firmly. “That way we don’t have to worry about some idiot kvetching if any of the Kinder act up. Say, six?”
“Perfect.”
***
“Ladies and gentlemen, the Grand gives you – Michelle!”
It had taken a while for B’onss to get back to his family’s longhouse on Main Island after Rosie had let him and K’nutt off from work for the night. Following Mouchoir’s guidance, the tod-fox had bought a ticket to another performance at the Grand during his lunch break.
Attired now in his brand new suit, B’onss sat in the front row near the stage, gazing raptly up at the skunk femme as she swayed slightly to the rhythm of the song she sang. He’d given the guy at the door a note for her, one that Mooch had written for him.
Also in accordance with the feline’s instructions, he had a white flower in his lapel so she could see him among the other furs in the audience.
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Category Story / General Furry Art
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