March Prompt: The Red Vixen and Her Pet
Ormur: A scene showing the dynamic between Alinadar and The Red Vixen in her glory days before they met the Darktails. 866 words.
"Bring your leash, hide your weapons" had been Milady's orders, and Alindar had obeyed. She dressed in her usual gear, a black buttoned up waistcoat over a red silk shirt with wide sleeves, black knee length skirt leggings, her fingerless weighted gloves.
"Do you expect trouble, Milady?" Ali asked her mistress. The Red Vixen was dressed in her usual outfit, a short skirt and bandeau, each in blood red silk, accented by three gold earrings running down her right ear, and golden bangles at her wrists. Ali's only jewelry, all that she needed, were the three braided silver chains around her throat, accented by a single large ruby, which hid the magnetic clasp were the Red Vixen clipped her leash..
"Possibly," her mistress replied. She pointed to the human woman sitting across from them on the small transport shuttle, dressed in an orange prison jumper and shackles, who stared back blearily under the effects of a light hypnotic. "Ms. Clark's employers were a bit insistent on doing a face-to-face transfer of the ransom money. I do hope they won't be difficult."
The shuttle pilot brought the little ship into the docking slot of the abandoned refueling station, and the two vixens exited the airlock. Ali kept a firm grip on Ms. Clark's upper arm, guiding the woman as her Mistress kept a light grip on her leash, two meters of silver chain that showed she was owned by the powerful foxen pirate.
They arrived at the agreed upon rendezvous point, the station's mess hall. A Kinis corporate agent, looking dispeptic and uncomfortable in his coolant suit, stood in the center of the empty room, a large human in a suit next to him. Ali put an empty smile on her face, letting her gaze slide across the human's own without actually focusing there. At the Red Vixen's brief tug at her leash, she let go of their hostage, kneeling and resting her paws palm up on her knees, while her gaze focused on a floor stain in front of the human's toes. The cuffs of his expensive suit's pants weren't able to hide the fact that he was wearing combat boots, she noted.
"What is that?" the Kinis asked, pointing to Ali.
"You brought your assistant, I brought mine, as we agreed," the Red Vixen said amiably. "Ali is my lovely pet. Aren't you, Ali?" Her mistress' fingers stroked Ali's cheek, and she let out a happy churr.
"For sale?" the kinis asked. The felinoid's race were up front about their love of profit and freedom, so long as it were a kinis making the profit, and owning any slaves.
"Oh, she's much too dear to me. Now, let's see your credit chip." Out of the corner of Ali's eye, she saw the kiis hand it across to her Mistress, who slotted into her palm comp, eyes focused for a moment on her screen.
In front her gaze, the right heel of the human's combat boot lifted off the floor a single centimeter, the toe beginning to pivot in the direction of the Red Vixen.
He was just pulling the concealed plasma pistol out from under his coat, when Ali snapped the palm stunner out from her arm holster into her paw, the beam catching him under the chin as she fired, dropping him to the floor. Her thumb stroked the power setting, lowering to half before she fired again, hitting the Kinis in the mid-section. He collapsed beside his minder, legs disabled but still conscious, as Ali rose smoothly to her feet to cover him. Beside the Red Vixen, Ms Clark made a worried noise, aware something had gone wrong, but too drugged up to outright panic.
"The agreement was for no weapons!" the kinis gasped, voice slightly slurred.
"I'd appreciate your complaint more, if you hadn't violated it as well," her mistress noted coolly. "Consider yourself very lucky that your credit chip is legitimate, otherwise the price for Ms. Clark's freedom would have doubled." At her gesture, Ali moved over to release their hostage from her cuffs, which Ali then used to secure the Kinis' paws behind his back, and lock the human bodyguard's ankles together, to keep them both out of trouble. "I'll leave returning to your shuttle as an amusing exercise. Farewell, and pray we do not meet again."
Ali walked ahead of the Red Vixen as they turned away and headed back to their own shuttle, leash jingling as she held her stunner out in front of her, wary of additional traps.
"You did very well today, Pet," the Red Vixen told her as their shuttle undocked and accelerated back to the Scarlet Claw, two of the pirate ship's sub fighters now escorting them.
"If I'd spotted the gun under that minder's coat, I would have fired a lot sooner," Ali disagreed. She was forced to lean forward in her seat, as the Red Vixen abruptly pulled her leash tight, pulling her face close.
"You did well," her mistress repeated, giving her a brief lick between her ears. "Don't argue."
"Yes, Milady," Ali agreed, feeling herself relax as the Red Vixen gripped her leash, still holding her close.
All was well.
"Bring your leash, hide your weapons" had been Milady's orders, and Alindar had obeyed. She dressed in her usual gear, a black buttoned up waistcoat over a red silk shirt with wide sleeves, black knee length skirt leggings, her fingerless weighted gloves.
"Do you expect trouble, Milady?" Ali asked her mistress. The Red Vixen was dressed in her usual outfit, a short skirt and bandeau, each in blood red silk, accented by three gold earrings running down her right ear, and golden bangles at her wrists. Ali's only jewelry, all that she needed, were the three braided silver chains around her throat, accented by a single large ruby, which hid the magnetic clasp were the Red Vixen clipped her leash..
"Possibly," her mistress replied. She pointed to the human woman sitting across from them on the small transport shuttle, dressed in an orange prison jumper and shackles, who stared back blearily under the effects of a light hypnotic. "Ms. Clark's employers were a bit insistent on doing a face-to-face transfer of the ransom money. I do hope they won't be difficult."
The shuttle pilot brought the little ship into the docking slot of the abandoned refueling station, and the two vixens exited the airlock. Ali kept a firm grip on Ms. Clark's upper arm, guiding the woman as her Mistress kept a light grip on her leash, two meters of silver chain that showed she was owned by the powerful foxen pirate.
They arrived at the agreed upon rendezvous point, the station's mess hall. A Kinis corporate agent, looking dispeptic and uncomfortable in his coolant suit, stood in the center of the empty room, a large human in a suit next to him. Ali put an empty smile on her face, letting her gaze slide across the human's own without actually focusing there. At the Red Vixen's brief tug at her leash, she let go of their hostage, kneeling and resting her paws palm up on her knees, while her gaze focused on a floor stain in front of the human's toes. The cuffs of his expensive suit's pants weren't able to hide the fact that he was wearing combat boots, she noted.
"What is that?" the Kinis asked, pointing to Ali.
"You brought your assistant, I brought mine, as we agreed," the Red Vixen said amiably. "Ali is my lovely pet. Aren't you, Ali?" Her mistress' fingers stroked Ali's cheek, and she let out a happy churr.
"For sale?" the kinis asked. The felinoid's race were up front about their love of profit and freedom, so long as it were a kinis making the profit, and owning any slaves.
"Oh, she's much too dear to me. Now, let's see your credit chip." Out of the corner of Ali's eye, she saw the kiis hand it across to her Mistress, who slotted into her palm comp, eyes focused for a moment on her screen.
In front her gaze, the right heel of the human's combat boot lifted off the floor a single centimeter, the toe beginning to pivot in the direction of the Red Vixen.
He was just pulling the concealed plasma pistol out from under his coat, when Ali snapped the palm stunner out from her arm holster into her paw, the beam catching him under the chin as she fired, dropping him to the floor. Her thumb stroked the power setting, lowering to half before she fired again, hitting the Kinis in the mid-section. He collapsed beside his minder, legs disabled but still conscious, as Ali rose smoothly to her feet to cover him. Beside the Red Vixen, Ms Clark made a worried noise, aware something had gone wrong, but too drugged up to outright panic.
"The agreement was for no weapons!" the kinis gasped, voice slightly slurred.
"I'd appreciate your complaint more, if you hadn't violated it as well," her mistress noted coolly. "Consider yourself very lucky that your credit chip is legitimate, otherwise the price for Ms. Clark's freedom would have doubled." At her gesture, Ali moved over to release their hostage from her cuffs, which Ali then used to secure the Kinis' paws behind his back, and lock the human bodyguard's ankles together, to keep them both out of trouble. "I'll leave returning to your shuttle as an amusing exercise. Farewell, and pray we do not meet again."
Ali walked ahead of the Red Vixen as they turned away and headed back to their own shuttle, leash jingling as she held her stunner out in front of her, wary of additional traps.
"You did very well today, Pet," the Red Vixen told her as their shuttle undocked and accelerated back to the Scarlet Claw, two of the pirate ship's sub fighters now escorting them.
"If I'd spotted the gun under that minder's coat, I would have fired a lot sooner," Ali disagreed. She was forced to lean forward in her seat, as the Red Vixen abruptly pulled her leash tight, pulling her face close.
"You did well," her mistress repeated, giving her a brief lick between her ears. "Don't argue."
"Yes, Milady," Ali agreed, feeling herself relax as the Red Vixen gripped her leash, still holding her close.
All was well.