"Mew." Dao-Lin H'ay let out a silent sigh.
She and Tekener were lying in their beds in their
double cabin. Split beds. They were now sort of a pair
for over a year, but their relationship was still platonic.
Surely, cross-species sex had a bad reputation, even in
the oh so tolerant 239th century. (Kartanin calendar.)
In fact one of her own species tried to attack her,
just because of his own bigoted fantasies.
Not a brilliant idea, because Dao-Lin was still a Kartanin
heroine, and being together with a hairless ape was seen
as a strictly private matter, so this was against the
Kartanin codex and the perpetrator seen as a loon.
Daos paw and her thoughts began to wander. Maybe
Tekener had run into a similar event? Humans had a
reputation of loathing everything off the beaten path.
But Tek surely wouldn't give a flying meow about what
other people thought. Maybe his fellows would even
cheer him for catching his newest prey.
Dao-Lin wouldn't even need her weak telepathic
abilities to find out what really kept him from going
further. Further than her paw which found the point
of prrrr.
He was afraid. Angst in the pants. Mellow yellow.
This would sound absurd talking about Tekener,
the Galactic Gamer, who surely stood on the wrong
side of a Big Fragging Gun of all sorts more than once.
But male Earthlings were used to being the stronger sex.
His mere thought of putting his me-owwww
into a female with claws and a dental set that could
bite his head off in one fell swoop probably rendered
selfsame me-owwww inoperable.
Such a biiig me-owwww. And even without
spikes. And this tasty fish smell...She purred as her
lust began to grow.
Dao-Lin Hay wouldn't have been a feline when she
didn't already have an idea to catch this lil mouse.
Oh, how she would catch him. Oh! Oh! Oooooh!
Tekener wouldn't have been a top agent when he
wouldn't have awoken from sleep and drawn an
Even Bigger Fragging Gun a mere seconds after
Dao-Lin let out a roar that would have scared a
Halut giant.
False alarm.
"I just had a dream", commented Dao-Lin. "Well,
dream pianissimo next time," Ron retorted.
"Or I have to gag you, my sweet furball."
Dao-Lin snickered. "You would have to shackle
me first! I guess you have some rusty chains in
your assorted weapon collection?"
Ron laid away his gun and drew a tooth brush
instead which he pointed at Dao-Lin. "Paws up,
Kartanin spy, and no false move! This secret
weapon would reduce you to a door mat!"
Obidiently, Dao marched into Tekeners "Chamber
of Terror", where Tekener tied her spread-eagled
to a med-bed, her head clamped down so her
fangs bit thin air.
"You can torture me as long as you want, I won't
talk to you about the Orgon collector, Terran scum!
I'll rather die!"
"Ah, everybody talks when subjected to
my exquisite tool." Ron held something behind
his back that made a well-known humming noise.
"NO! NO! NO!" YES! YES! YES!
Dao-Lin H'ay really began to scream when
Ronald Tekener produced...his Lady-Shave.
Che-Shi R'e made a gasp when she met her girlfriend.
"Dao, what's the meaning of this?"
"Oh, haven't you read the Cosmo-Vogue?
Ertrusian Iroquois haircuts are so totally in this
year!"
Dao wondered how long it would take the ACME
Qik-Gro Anti-Baldness formula to work.
Especially the part she smuggled into Tekeners
breakfast.
Cosmo-Vogue would soon have to run a special
about the Yeti look for males...
The End