GOLDPAW Part 2
#2 of GOLDPAW
GOLDPAW.©
Part 2
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!
20th June 2308
Space Station Gamma.
The young chakat cub, 5 days old, was purring and nursing on hir mother's teat.
The mother, Tear Drop, was lying in the communion room on the large mattress. Shi was humming and listening to hir mate via the headset shi was wearing. Tear Drop was a dark furred chakat with a light brown head of hair. Shi would normally have the long mane tied into ponytails, but today, shi decided to leave it unkempt as shi was happily feeding hir firstborn cub. Goldpaw was hir only cub, purple coloured fur with red ears and red tipped tail. The tail was long and prehensile and slightly puffy near the end, due to hir sire's foxtaur inheritance.
One other odd feature, was a gold colour paw print on hir left chest, which earned hir the name Goldpaw. Hir parents have got no clue as too its origin or significance, but they were sure that it must be something special. What that is, time will tell. But for now, they're just lucky to have such a beautiful cub between them.
"So how is it out there sweety?" Tear Drop asked Starburst, listening to hir den mate's heavy breathing, as shi was busy calibrating another sonic array, situated outside of the station. The starwalker foxtaur responded with a growl and a curse.
"Not good, the damn wiring keeps floating and tangling before I can align the connections, twisting around my wrist and preventing me from plugging them in." shi replied through the headset.
"And to make matters worst, just seeing those damn pirate ships hovering in the distance, just out of weapons range, really sets me on edge. Talk about unwanted stress."
"Well you be careful out there hun, I hate too lose you, like my last mate." Shi replied, lightly touching one of the tears on hir cheek.
"Will do, I have a gorgeous mate and beautiful cub to return too. But if I don't have these arrays up and running soon, those ships can launch long range missiles before we know that they have. The only way we would know, is if the station's hull breached from an explosion. Now, you wouldn't wanna wake up floating in space from a hole in the hull, would you?" the foxtaur replied, half joking and half deadly serious.
"No, I would hate that." Shi grimaced, picturing hir and the cub in deep space, lifeless and floating away.
"Now, what do I have to look forward too for dinner when I get back?" Starburst asked, as hir stomach rumbled inside the suit.
"Roast Beef, with potato salad and apple sauce." The chakat mother murred, as shi placed the cub in the crib, humming softly.
"Now hun, stop teasing me. I'll end up drooling and drowning in my suit if you keep this up." Starburst whimpered, trying to concentrate on hir task at hand.
"Ohhh sweety, it gets better. For dessert, is strawberry cheesecake with chocolate cream." Tear Drop purred, kissing their daughter before making hir way to the kitchen, to order the food via replicator.
But just then, hir communicator beeped. Looking at the ID number, shi gave a sigh and answered it.
"Yes Horus?" shi replied, with a slight annoyance. Shi listened intently.
"Can't you handle it?" shi asked the caller.
The sound of breaking glass answered hir question through the earpiece.
"Ok, ok. I'll be right there." Shi replied, hanging up. Hitting a button on the headset, shi informed hir neighbour and cub sitter; Meniska, that shi had to respond to an emergency in the bar.
"And where is Starburst?" Snide the chakat, obviously annoyed at being interrupted, quite enjoying the equine's cock inside hir dripping snatch. The stallion huffing away, close to spilling his seed within the feline's womb.
"Working on the arrays. Look, I wouldn't call if Horus could handle the situation, but it's Scar and Dante. Looks like they're at it again." Tear Drop growled.
Meniska grimaced, recalling the last time those two got into an altercation. Two dead and a week of sober grumbling workers due to the stock of liquor being trashed, and the next shipment was a week away. All in all, a week of hell, with tempers frayed and threats of incarceration for any more fights.
"Ok, but make it quick. Don't keep me away from my purebred stallion." Shi growled, then whimpered with disappointment when Stud pulled out slowly from hir clasping kitty cunt.
"Will do, he had better wait for you. Just the image of his cock is enough too make me wet." Tear Drop teased, then hung up and quickly grabbed hir security gear.
Shi kissed the cub before exiting the apartment, passing Meniska in the hall, who gave hir a dirty look before entering Tear Drops home to look after the cub.
As shi passed Meniska's apartment, shi saw Stud standing with the door open, proudly showing off his erection, still coated in the chakat's juices. He gave a wave before closing the door, oh so very slowly, giving the chakat mother every opportunity to ogle his equipment.
Chuckling too hirself, Tear Drop padded down the corridor, turned left and entered the elevators, hitting the button that would take hir too the level that contained the bar.
As the doors opened shortly after, the sound of raised voices could be heard, definitely Dante and Scar. And it looks like the argument was about the same issue. Scar was burly human and a mercenary, someone nasty and short tempered. Clearly a trouble maker, and someone who loves to get involved in other people's affairs. His real name was Francine Hooker, but only a few on board new this information. The captain of the station, who has everyone's files, dossier's and criminal records, which filled up half of his cabinet. Hirself, and Anvil, his second in command.
Dante was a grizzly bear morph, built like one, but had a demeanour of a kitten. He was wearing the torn and dirty uniform of the Federation. He was dishonourably discharged from the service, but still wore the cloths with pride. He was a pleasant fur to be around, if he wasn't drunk. And between them both, trying too quell the ugly standoff, was Horus.
Standing only 5 foot 8, he was like a child telling his parents to stop fighting. It would almost seem so comical to Tear Drop, except that Scar was welding a nasty looking dagger, with a serrated edge, waving it at the bear. Dante was holding a table in his massive paws, jostling the smaller security officer.
Horus was a weasel morph, and just by looking at him, you would surmise that he was outmatched in this altercation. But never underestimate Horus as weak or unable too handle himself against larger adversaries. Although he is small, he is very quick and agile, and is able to render any opponent unconscious in a matter of seconds.
As part of his training as a security officer, Horus took a long extensive course in martial arts, and one area he excelled at, was pressure point locations.
The broken glass that Tear Drop heard over the communicator was a drinking glass, obviously thrown against the wall, as the liquor stain was evident of. The bar owner was cowering behind the bar, peering over the edge. When he saw Tear Drop enter the room, he let a sigh of relief.
"Ok you two, what seems to be the problem here? As if I can't already guess." Tear Drop asked, letting out a growl of annoyance.
Both Scar and Dante looked at hir and scowled, then backed away from Horus, but kept a careful watch on each other. Scar had lowered the dagger, but it was still clutched tightly with his hand.
"The same usual crap, Scar was disrespecting me for wearing my uniform. Saying that I was cowered, and that I had gone AWOL from service." Dante growled, teeth bared.
"And you think that gives you the right to start a fight? How many more times do I have too throw your sorry butts in the brig too cool down?" shi asked, eyeing Scar with a threatening glance. The human knew that shi would make promise on the threat, as shi had already done so on numerous occasions.
"And you? Why do you insist on harassing Dante? What pleasure do you possibly get for goading him into a fight? Remember last time? Two dead?" shi asked, giving him an even nastier look.
"I- I don't know... It's just that he wears that damn uniform, day in and day out, without washing it. It stinks, like the federation that he use too represent. I hate it." Scar growled, but sighed with exhaustion.
"Ok, so will this end peacefully? Or will I need too get involved?" Tear Drop asked, hand out for the dagger. "Least I remind you, that pirates are just within striking distance, and my mate is busy fixing the long range array. Wanna spend the time in the brig when they attack? Or help us divert their attack?" shi asked calmly, using hir ability to project calm and peace into both human and fur.
Scar reluctantly handed the dagger over to the chakat, then grumbled and sat down. Dante lowered the table, right side up, before sitting himself down as well.
"Good, now pay for the broken glass, who ever threw it. Then I want both of you too follow Horus to the captains office to await his punishment. Now go!" Tear Drop ordered, tucking the dagger in hir belt. Hir tail was twitching with adrenaline as shi watch them both. Dante paid for the glass, then he and Scar left with Horus following close behind.
Once they had left, Tear Drop let out a deep sigh and sat at the bar.
"I don't know how you do that, but you're good. Glad that you're back on duty." Maurice replied, pouring a glass with whiskey and handed it too hir. Tear Drop thanked the canine bar tender before downing the entire drink in one gulp. Given the chakat's immunity to poisons and alcohol, the drink had no effect, other than warm hir throat and stomach.
"Thanks for the drink, and I am not on duty, yet. Still have two weeks of maternity leave too go. It's just that, I didn't want another incident like last time." Shi replied, handing the glass back.
"Another?" Maurice offered.
"No thanks, I really need to get back to my little one." Tear Drop replied, getting up and padding towards the entrance of the bar.
"You have chosen a great mate, and an interesting place too call home."
"Well, you make the most of what life has too give you, I guess." Shi smiled, before disappearing through the door and back too hir apartment and newborn cub.
To Be Continued...