Thirty Days of Drabbles - Day Fourteen
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mjkj 's prompt of "Something concerning the Red Vixen ." Also featuring lilfluff 's Madeline and Charles.
"I think we'll be doing the full kit for you this evening," Melika declared.
"Yes, ma'am," Rolas answered. He slipped out of his uniform jacket and pants and into what he'd mentally dubbed his "Cabin Boy" outfit. A Romanesque kilt of red linen overlaid with strips of brown leather the same shade as his fur first, then his gun belt. At his wrists and forelegs she locked the heavy, gold plated cuffs, each with two golden links dangling and jangling as he walked. Then of course she clipped the thick golden chain to his collar, the lead wrapped around her wrist, her bare arm emerging from the crimson silk cheongsam she wore.
The effect was nicely calculated, and he saw the result when the eyebrows of the two humans shot up as they entered the conference room. He was a pet on a leash, held by the beautiful roan furred vixen beside him. But Rolas' chest was bare, revealing the definition of his muscles under his fur, the dangling links from his cuffs suggesting broken chains, the heavy stunner at his hip a promise of contained violence. The ignorant see the leash and assume you're a slave, Melika had once explained. The brighter ones look further and see I hold your loyalty though will, not coercion.
It was politer than, I let her dress me like this because she's got me wrapped around her thumbclaw, he thought to himself. He nodded to his opposite number, the human male standing beside his own lady captain, who lowered his brow and nodded back carefully.
Later, after pleasantries had been exchanged and drinks consumed, Rolas found himself leaning against the wall beside the human male as the two women chatted and laughed. "Do you think this plan has a prayer of working?" he asked Charles, as Captain Madeline's bodyguard was named.
"The League of Pirate Warlords isn't exactly going to be happy about a rival organization being started up. Especially one that prohibits the usual outright murder and slave trading they like to indulge in," Charles replied. He shrugged and looked Rolas over again. "I've got a question for you. How much does the Red Vixen pay you to dress up like that?"
"Not a thing," Rolas admitted. At Charles' discomfited look he added, "I'm a not a slave, we're husband and wife."
"Must have been an interesting courtship."
"Of sorts. She captured my ship and held my for ransom, then was at loss as to what to do with me when my family refused to pay. Fortunately the situation was resolved to our mutual satisfaction."
"Ah," Charles said, then smiled wryly. "Madeline is my wife as well."
Rolas nodded. "And how did you meet?"
"Well, I was trying to arrest her..."
mjkj 's prompt of "Something concerning the Red Vixen ." Also featuring lilfluff 's Madeline and Charles."I think we'll be doing the full kit for you this evening," Melika declared.
"Yes, ma'am," Rolas answered. He slipped out of his uniform jacket and pants and into what he'd mentally dubbed his "Cabin Boy" outfit. A Romanesque kilt of red linen overlaid with strips of brown leather the same shade as his fur first, then his gun belt. At his wrists and forelegs she locked the heavy, gold plated cuffs, each with two golden links dangling and jangling as he walked. Then of course she clipped the thick golden chain to his collar, the lead wrapped around her wrist, her bare arm emerging from the crimson silk cheongsam she wore.
The effect was nicely calculated, and he saw the result when the eyebrows of the two humans shot up as they entered the conference room. He was a pet on a leash, held by the beautiful roan furred vixen beside him. But Rolas' chest was bare, revealing the definition of his muscles under his fur, the dangling links from his cuffs suggesting broken chains, the heavy stunner at his hip a promise of contained violence. The ignorant see the leash and assume you're a slave, Melika had once explained. The brighter ones look further and see I hold your loyalty though will, not coercion.
It was politer than, I let her dress me like this because she's got me wrapped around her thumbclaw, he thought to himself. He nodded to his opposite number, the human male standing beside his own lady captain, who lowered his brow and nodded back carefully.
Later, after pleasantries had been exchanged and drinks consumed, Rolas found himself leaning against the wall beside the human male as the two women chatted and laughed. "Do you think this plan has a prayer of working?" he asked Charles, as Captain Madeline's bodyguard was named.
"The League of Pirate Warlords isn't exactly going to be happy about a rival organization being started up. Especially one that prohibits the usual outright murder and slave trading they like to indulge in," Charles replied. He shrugged and looked Rolas over again. "I've got a question for you. How much does the Red Vixen pay you to dress up like that?"
"Not a thing," Rolas admitted. At Charles' discomfited look he added, "I'm a not a slave, we're husband and wife."
"Must have been an interesting courtship."
"Of sorts. She captured my ship and held my for ransom, then was at loss as to what to do with me when my family refused to pay. Fortunately the situation was resolved to our mutual satisfaction."
"Ah," Charles said, then smiled wryly. "Madeline is my wife as well."
Rolas nodded. "And how did you meet?"
"Well, I was trying to arrest her..."
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