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serious drinking.
"Don't over do it Jotun," warned Azelett.
"Why not?"
"Well, ummm." She thought a moment. "I guess you're a big boy," she sighed.
"Right!" I tipped my glass her way in a salute. "So drink up, let's cut loose for a while."
We sat back and started enjoying ourselves. I flirted shamelessly with the barmaid, who obviously enjoyed the attention. I was feeling no pain to say the least, and watched with interest as the bar filled up.
It was quite a crowd. This was obviously the local spot to go, as I saw a good representation of all the species. A few more barmaids joined the crowd, but none were as young as ours. I suspect they were moonlighting, so could only be here during nights.
I watched as the divisions started to become apparent in the crowd. It didn't take long to see what the different groups were, or their pecking orders. I suspect that our staking out the center table was intruding on somebody else's prime real estate. We did get quite a few looks from the regulars, I just grinned toothily at them and laughed a lot.
It was about midnight when our barmaid came over and sat in my lap.
"Yes?" I asked raising an eyebrow and looking at her.
"It's time for my break, so I though I'd check you folks out," she grinned foxily, which in her case was quite apropos.
"Where you folks from?" She asked running her hands through my chest fur.
"Our ship docked this afternoon," Growled Azelett.
"Oh," she looked at me. "You mated?" she asked quietly.
"Not yet," I smiled.
"Oh, okay," and she went back to tickling my chest.
It felt good too, I let my eyes half close. I could see Azelett was unhappy with it, so I rubbed my foot against hers for a moment. She calmed down a little bit then, I guess she realized that I wasn't serious about the Fox.
"What's your name by the way?" She asked. "I'm Sil," and she gave her hips a shameless little twist that got a rather loud inadvertent purr from me, and started Azelett back to looking daggers at her.
"I'm Jotun, that's Shotoon and Rieselle. The one planning your dismemberment is Azelett."
"Hi folks," she grinned and gave me another of those twists.
"Aren't you a little young yet?" I asked. My hands were safely on her back kneading her shoulders.
"Nope I'm thirteen," she replied, and kissed me.
For my part I kissed her back. Thirteen was old enough, about comparable to eighteen for a human. Animen were designed to mature early, hitting full adult growth at sixteen, I was fourteen when I had graduated from training and started working for the corporation.
"Trouble!" Hissed Rieselle suddenly.
I broke off the kiss and got my feet flat on the floor. From the corner of my eye I saw a very large Weasel approaching with several friends in tow. He was almost as tall as me.
He came up in front of me, with his three friends flanking me. They were two Coyotes and a Badger. Sil stiffened when she noticed them and tried to get up, but my arms had already tightened and she couldn't move.
I hated Weasels.
Rule three simply stated: I will kill all Weasels on sight. The company quickly learned that was true. Nobody liked them, you couldn't trust them worth a damn, and they enjoyed killing and inflicting pain. They were just too Human.
"It's bad enough you come here and take our table," He started. "But now you're messin' with my girl!" He growled threateningly.
Shotoon and Rieselle were already on their feet, hands on their knives. Azelett got the point and stood up too. I could feel Sil shaking now.
"I won't hurt him if you don't want me too," I whispered quietly in her ear.
"I'm not his and I hate him!" She hissed, "I wish I was rid of the bastard!"
I carefully picked her up and set her on the table. I then looked up from my chair at the Weasel and his friends.
"You and your friends better leave!" He growled again.
"I'm not going anywhere," I grinned ears perking up.
By this time a space was clearing around the table.
"The police don't come here kitty, so you can
"Don't over do it Jotun," warned Azelett.
"Why not?"
"Well, ummm." She thought a moment. "I guess you're a big boy," she sighed.
"Right!" I tipped my glass her way in a salute. "So drink up, let's cut loose for a while."
We sat back and started enjoying ourselves. I flirted shamelessly with the barmaid, who obviously enjoyed the attention. I was feeling no pain to say the least, and watched with interest as the bar filled up.
It was quite a crowd. This was obviously the local spot to go, as I saw a good representation of all the species. A few more barmaids joined the crowd, but none were as young as ours. I suspect they were moonlighting, so could only be here during nights.
I watched as the divisions started to become apparent in the crowd. It didn't take long to see what the different groups were, or their pecking orders. I suspect that our staking out the center table was intruding on somebody else's prime real estate. We did get quite a few looks from the regulars, I just grinned toothily at them and laughed a lot.
It was about midnight when our barmaid came over and sat in my lap.
"Yes?" I asked raising an eyebrow and looking at her.
"It's time for my break, so I though I'd check you folks out," she grinned foxily, which in her case was quite apropos.
"Where you folks from?" She asked running her hands through my chest fur.
"Our ship docked this afternoon," Growled Azelett.
"Oh," she looked at me. "You mated?" she asked quietly.
"Not yet," I smiled.
"Oh, okay," and she went back to tickling my chest.
It felt good too, I let my eyes half close. I could see Azelett was unhappy with it, so I rubbed my foot against hers for a moment. She calmed down a little bit then, I guess she realized that I wasn't serious about the Fox.
"What's your name by the way?" She asked. "I'm Sil," and she gave her hips a shameless little twist that got a rather loud inadvertent purr from me, and started Azelett back to looking daggers at her.
"I'm Jotun, that's Shotoon and Rieselle. The one planning your dismemberment is Azelett."
"Hi folks," she grinned and gave me another of those twists.
"Aren't you a little young yet?" I asked. My hands were safely on her back kneading her shoulders.
"Nope I'm thirteen," she replied, and kissed me.
For my part I kissed her back. Thirteen was old enough, about comparable to eighteen for a human. Animen were designed to mature early, hitting full adult growth at sixteen, I was fourteen when I had graduated from training and started working for the corporation.
"Trouble!" Hissed Rieselle suddenly.
I broke off the kiss and got my feet flat on the floor. From the corner of my eye I saw a very large Weasel approaching with several friends in tow. He was almost as tall as me.
He came up in front of me, with his three friends flanking me. They were two Coyotes and a Badger. Sil stiffened when she noticed them and tried to get up, but my arms had already tightened and she couldn't move.
I hated Weasels.
Rule three simply stated: I will kill all Weasels on sight. The company quickly learned that was true. Nobody liked them, you couldn't trust them worth a damn, and they enjoyed killing and inflicting pain. They were just too Human.
"It's bad enough you come here and take our table," He started. "But now you're messin' with my girl!" He growled threateningly.
Shotoon and Rieselle were already on their feet, hands on their knives. Azelett got the point and stood up too. I could feel Sil shaking now.
"I won't hurt him if you don't want me too," I whispered quietly in her ear.
"I'm not his and I hate him!" She hissed, "I wish I was rid of the bastard!"
I carefully picked her up and set her on the table. I then looked up from my chair at the Weasel and his friends.
"You and your friends better leave!" He growled again.
"I'm not going anywhere," I grinned ears perking up.
By this time a space was clearing around the table.
"The police don't come here kitty, so you can
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