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“I cannot go anywhere if I don’t get my ident card back,” he calls after me. “I’ll be stranded here.”
Two
HRRRUSEK
I’d betten credits that the female isn’t coming back.
If she was smart, she’d race back home and call the port authorities on me. I know I’m not supposed to be on private land. That was one thing that was made very clear to the contractors that set foot in tiny Port on equally tiny Risda III—it’s a human reserve and we’re to leave them alone at all costs, or the contract could be revoked. And if my keffing brother hadn’t gotten wasted on ooli brew and gone joyriding with an air-sled rental, I wouldn’t have left Port.
But he did, and tossed everything in the cab out into the water in a drunken spree, and now I’m standing waist-deep in water that smells like a fish tank and hoping that a curvy human female takes leave of her senses and returns.
Most of the humans are terrified of us. I don’t blame them. I’ve seen some of the terrible shit that goes down in the slave rings. I’ve never had a slave of my own because the thought is distasteful, but I know lots of praxiians that keep them. Never gave it much thought until now. Now, I’m picturing the smiling female with the ample cleavage in a slave collar and wearing a chain, dragged around behind some unfeeling master, and I’m glad she’s here and not elsewhere in the universe.
Even if she doesn’t come back.
I run my claws through the murky water again and peer down into it. She mentioned there were fish in this stream, and the thought is vaguely alarming. Do fish bite, I wonder? My tail goes still and presses against my leg.
“I’m back,” a voice calls cheerfully. Sure enough, the female returned. She must have more guts than sense, but I’m glad for it. I’m trapped here if I lose my ident card. Not that this is the worst place to be trapped, but they’re protective of the humans here and won’t look kindly on me if I cause problems.
I don’t blame them for being protective of the humans. If they’re anything like the sweet creature that climbs down the bank, her teats bouncing as she slides into the water, they’d be wise to be protective. Most of the locals are tiny things, built like twigs and look as if they’d snap under a praxiian’s paws. Not this one. She’s an average height, I think, but her curves are bountiful, her thighs thick, and her ass as abundant as her magnificent teats.
She moves to my side, holding out the net as if I should somehow know what to do with it. I take the thing from her and study it, but I’m a dock contractor, not a fisherman. I know how to read a schematic and how to operate welding bots. A fishing net is out of my domain. “Do I just…drop it in the water?”
“Only if you want to lose it,” she says with a laugh. That delightful laugh makes her teats jiggle, which is also rather delightful, and I want to stare desperately, but I know I don’t have permission. “Here, I’ll show you how it works.”
She takes the net back from me and then toggles a switch. Immediately, the edges stiffen and form an oval as wide as I am tall, and she holds it out. “We drag this through the mud on the bottom and it’ll act like a sieve. If your card is down here, that should help us find it. You’re sure it’s in this shallow part?”
“Do I look sure?”
She chuckles again, and I love the sound of it. I’m thinking about things other than my keffing ident badge now. I’m thinking about those magnificent, jiggling teats and if she makes those breathy chuckles when she’s got a cock inside her. Kef me, I need to calm down. The last thing I need to do is scare one of the locals with a raging hard-on.
“The water’s only waist high here, so if it’s in this area, it shouldn’t be too hard to find,” she says, and leans over to drag the net. When she bends over, the neck of her tunic dips and shows me a delightful expanse of creamy cleavage, and I’m utterly distracted.
Kef me. I hope this female doesn’t have a mate, because I want to claim her as mine. “I’m Hrrrusek, by the way.”
“I’m Chelsea,” she replies, and tilts her head, her long mane spilling into the water. “And I think I just stepped on your badge.” She reaches under the surface and a moment later, pulls it out. “Aha!”
I’m both relieved and utterly disappointed. Now I can leave the planet when my job is done, but there’s no point in me staying out here in the stream.
And things just got so very interesting, too.
Chelsea straightens, her tunic dripping water and clinging to her magnificent chest. “Bit chilly for a swim but I’ve had worse.” She beams at me, proud that she’s found my ident card. “Told you we could find it.”
“You are very clever.” I take it from her wet hands, and wish I could touch her strange, small fingers for longer without seeming like I’m attacking her. A female alone out here would take it the wrong way, and I wouldn’t blame her. “You have my thanks, Chelsea.”
“Think nothing of it. I was coming out here to fish anyhow.”
“And now you have your net.”
Her smile grows broader. “Oh, using the net is no fun. I’m going to use a pole and try to catch one of the big daddies at the deep end of the stream.” She gestures behind us, where the stream widens and grows darker. “I could eat for several days on one of them.”
“Big…daddies?” I’m uneasy at the thought of something alive slinking around my ankles, and my tail practically draws between my thighs. “Exactly how big?”
She gestures with her hands, indicating arm length.
I scoff at that. “You jest. There is no fish here that big.”
“There is! I saw one at dawn once. Can’t catch him, though. He’s too tricky for me.” She pulls up her net and folds it into a tiny pouch once more. “I’d say I’d show you, but I can’t catch him. He’s too smart.”
