{"sf1_id":389354,"sf2_id":"AnKp051E","title":"Shadowrun: Shadows of Salt Lake -- An interlude","author":"Hermes12","words":2564,"posted_at":"2012-06-12T14:51:00.000Z","tags":["Dinosaur","Human","Husky","M/F","Nudism","Shadowrun","Story Progression"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/389354-shadowrun-shadows-of-salt-lake-an-interlude","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKp051E","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/82/b2/82b205a4-8d08-4294-a406-5e5c41f09b67","description":"#8 of Shadowrun: Shadows of Salt Lake\n\nAn interlude to my Shadowrun story, while I work out the Impact character.","content":"_I better do this right. \u0026nbsp;This is an interlude, before I get to storyforming the real story. \u0026nbsp;I have problems with Illustrating the Impact Character for the first story. No, it doesn't mean that I'm actually doing her art up, it just means that I don't have her role correct. \u0026nbsp;I know she will challenge my main character's prejudice against Shamanism and the other traditions. \u0026nbsp;I just don't have her background right yet._\n\n_So, we are interluding . . .:)_\n\n-----------------------------------------\n\nI made it from the hospital to the safe house that Mike set aside for us, in crutches. \u0026nbsp;Mike, my childhood friend since Elementary School, is helping me into our apartment. \u0026nbsp;He's a true friend, I'll have to say that. \u0026nbsp;He's also quite the charmer, he can charm the birds from the trees with his honey tongue. \u0026nbsp;Most of the time, best friends break up friendships over time as a man changes through life, but Mike stuck by me thick through thin. \u0026nbsp;After I read love from his being, I wasn't surprised with why he stuck with me. \u0026nbsp;Some friendships are meant to last a long time.\n\nAlso helping me was Franz. \u0026nbsp;The fearsome humanoid dinosaur from Düsseldorf. \u0026nbsp;Before you accuse me of scanning his thoughts and probing his inner mind, I didn't. \u0026nbsp;If we are going to be friends, I better not push it by probing for his inner demons, if you want me to be poetic. \u0026nbsp;One thing I'll say about the \"lizard man,\" he looks like a _Dienonychus_. \u0026nbsp;He had the muzzle, head, and lower raptor legs -- but instead of being cyber they were as real as they came. \u0026nbsp;The energy from Franz was all the same, not different like a chromed human being would have. \u0026nbsp;Plus, he had his muscular, thick tail that helped with his balance. \u0026nbsp;Franz was dressed in a coat and his fundoshi. \u0026nbsp;The dino-man reveled in his fearsome appearance, which I can tell he laughs at himself for suffering SURGE.\n\nI can't speak a word of German. \u0026nbsp;I have to communicate with him through either augmented reality, or through direct telepathic communication. \u0026nbsp;But the silence was so unbearable that Mike broke the silence.\n\n\"Ashdautas vrasubatlat, Robby,\" said Mike as he helped me to do the door. \u0026nbsp;Someday, I will kill you --\u0026nbsp;Mike said this in Or'zet. \u0026nbsp;I still don't understand why he insists on having me learn the lingo when I don't have the tusks for the sound to resonate.\n\n\"Nar udantas, Michael,\" I replied back. \u0026nbsp;True to form, i can't pronounce it as well as he could. \u0026nbsp;My reply -- not today.\u0026nbsp;\n\nMike laughed, knowing that I don't have the resonating tusks. \u0026nbsp;He lets me speak Or'zet anyhow. \u0026nbsp;\"It's good to be home, my good friend.\"\n\n\"This is where we are living?\" I asked. \u0026nbsp;\"You got us a house in Park City? \u0026nbsp;Among the affluent and wealthy here?\"\n\n\"Best place to hide right now,\" said Mike. \u0026nbsp;\"This is one the low cost houses I bought. \u0026nbsp;Living the life as a Police Face certainly has given me some advantages.\"\n\nI looked at the home. \u0026nbsp;It was . . . HUGE! \u0026nbsp;Bigger than the home I grew up with, and even though I live in a upscale apartment in the Salt Lake sprawl, this sleepy hamlet has room for houses like this. \u0026nbsp;It was wider than I thought, I estimated it to be about fifty thousand square feet. \u0026nbsp;Well, maybe I was off.\n\n\"But a mansion, Mike,\" I said.\n\nHe shook his head. \u0026nbsp;\"Not a mansion, but room for you, Silvara, Franz, and I,\" he replied. \"This is just a small house in an out of the way sleepy town.\" \u0026nbsp;I hobbled along, and Mike opened the door with his electronic key. \u0026nbsp;The door was opened and I stepped into the lobby, and then into the hall, where Silvara was waiting for me. \u0026nbsp;She was wearing nothing but those tight shorts that seemed to have a 5 inch inseam; and a shirt with a high enough midriff to bear the bottom of those furred breasts of hers.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Willkommen zu hause, meister. Es ist eine ziemliche Überraschung, nicht wahr?\" Franz asked in German.\n\nSilvara wagged her tail when she saw me coming in. \u0026nbsp;\"Welcome home, Master!\" she said. \"What would this girl do for you?\"\n\nFranz's big toe claws clicked against the carpet. \u0026nbsp;But he was careful not to let them snag. \u0026nbsp;When we closed the door, he took off the coat and put it in the cloak room and walked about with just the fundoshi underwear. \u0026nbsp;Good thing he still has manners. \u0026nbsp;I didn't notice how strong he is, but then, he must have worked out a lot. \u0026nbsp;I turned my attention to Silvara.\n\n\"Nothing right now, thank you,\" I said.\n\nShe gave a pouty face. \u0026nbsp;\"Please, there must be something this girl can do for you?\" she asked.\n\nI thought of something as I sat down in a chair. \u0026nbsp;My shoulder ached, all over and I was in a sling. \u0026nbsp;The crutches were Mike's idea. \u0026nbsp;I replied, \"You can get me some ice.\"\n\n\"Oh, at once, Master!\" and the husky girl sprang to life. \u0026nbsp;She went to the freezer and got an ice bag. \u0026nbsp;She came over and put it on my sore shoulder, and her breasts fell out in front of my eyes so naturally. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Franz, I can't speak german but, whoa -- HELLO!\" I said in reaction to the breasts falling out. \u0026nbsp;The ice felt very, very cold and numbed the ache. \u0026nbsp;Wait a sec, wasn't it heat for aching mucles?\n\nI sat there and cursed myself -- why me? \u0026nbsp;I asked. \u0026nbsp;Why did I have to buy a girl and she actually liked what she was doing? \u0026nbsp;It makes me shudder to think of all the pain and suffering she went through in training. I said in reaction to the breasts falling out.\n\n\"Oh, sorry, Master,\" she said. \u0026nbsp;\"I'm only dressed to please you.\"\n\n\"Just take the shirt off,\" I said.\n\nShe laughed and discarded the really short shirt, going topless. \u0026nbsp;\"Thank you, Master!\"\n\nYep, those nice ample breasts were free. \u0026nbsp;And she felt free. \u0026nbsp;She had the white fur cover her breasts except for where the areolas and nipples were exposed. \u0026nbsp;She walked with a sexy kind of natural gait. \u0026nbsp;And I wondered, am I cursed or blessed, or both? \u0026nbsp;I noticed the distinctive red \"k\" on her thigh as she stripped off the shirt. \u0026nbsp;A tattoo? \u0026nbsp;Or is it just a coloring of the fur? \u0026nbsp;What did this girl go through in her training, anyhow?\n\n\"You think I could get a collar, Master?\" she asked. \u0026nbsp;Well, she was a dog -- wait, she's a human being.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No,\" I said. \u0026nbsp;\"Actually, I don't know.\"\n\nShe said, \"I just want everyone to know that this girl is owned to the best Master in the whole world!\"\n\nShe sauntered back into the kitchen. \u0026nbsp;\"Is she going to be like this everyday?\" I asked.\n\nMike said, \"Yep.\"\n\nI looked up at Franz. \u0026nbsp;\"I know you can speak English, Franz. \u0026nbsp;You can trust us here.\"\n\nFranz then started to speak English with a thick accent. \u0026nbsp;\"I'm sorry,\" he said. \u0026nbsp;\"My English isn't at all gut.\" \u0026nbsp;He pronounced gut that time as _gute_.\n\n\"I don't speak English here in the \u0026nbsp;. . . New World . . . because I feel . . . that I am no good at it,\" he continued to explain. \u0026nbsp;\"Besides . . . Deutsch adds to my . . . scariness . . . here.\"\n\n\"You can trust us not to laugh at you,\" said Michael. \u0026nbsp;\"You can speak English here.\"\n\n\"Do you . . . mind . . . if I take off . . . my under-wear?\" asked Franz. \u0026nbsp;\"It's . . . bothering me . . . a little.\"\n\nI looked at Mike, and then he both said, \"No.\"\n\n\"Das ist gut.\"\n\nFranz sat down on the couch and pulled off his Fundoshi, and soon he was all there. \u0026nbsp;The full monte. \u0026nbsp;He stood up and walked up stairs to put his fundoshi where his room was located, his strong muscular tail also waving through the air. \u0026nbsp;I sensed a slight surprise, and then a rise in temperature in Mike. \u0026nbsp;Given Mike's sexual orientation, I wouldn't find it a bit surprising. \u0026nbsp;I put the crutches away and massaged my shoulder. \u0026nbsp;Tomorrow, I should be fine. \u0026nbsp;I caught a little of the thoughts that Franz was broadcasting.\n\n\"Don't think of it, Mike,\" I said. \u0026nbsp;\"In his heart, he's still a married man.\"\n\n\"I didn't know that,\" said Mike.\n\nI replied, \"Just do yourself a favor, okay? \u0026nbsp;He thinks strongly of his wife. \u0026nbsp;Don't tempt this man.\"\n\n\"Robby, I stopped hoping for a strong relationship a long time ago,\" he deeply said. \u0026nbsp;\"You were right, relationships among my kind don't often last forever.\"\n\n\"I am just glad you aren't dead,\" I said.\n\n\"Well, to get on another subject, how about some news via the Matrix?\"\n\nI shook my head no. \u0026nbsp;I still will not check the news reports on the Matrix. \u0026nbsp;\"I just want to find out where I sleep.\"\n\nMike grinned as he leaned on my chair. \u0026nbsp;Yes, this was my chair, although I didn't have time to tell you everything on how we furnished our old apartment. \u0026nbsp;\"You've got the best room in the house, Robby boy,\" those tusks and his smiles -- you can't help it -- orks and trolls always smiled grotesquely.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What?\" I asked.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You have the Master bedroom!\"\n\nI was surprised. \u0026nbsp;Usually, Mike always charmed his way in getting the best bedrooms. \u0026nbsp;Plus, I didn't need much. \u0026nbsp;Just a room big enough to attune my library to the Universe. \u0026nbsp;I usually did the whole appartment. \u0026nbsp;But this? \u0026nbsp;This was too much. \u0026nbsp;I get the Master Bedroom this time, and I looked at Silvara, who was wagging her tail while dressed in just those cargo short shorts. \u0026nbsp;Suddenly my second question was answered. \u0026nbsp;I had the sickening feeling that I'm not sleeping alone.\n\n~ ? ~\n\nI woke up with Silvara over the sheets, hugging me. And of course, my shoulder was sore. \u0026nbsp;I also had the strangest dream, though. \u0026nbsp;I dreamed that I had a harem like you see in those old 2D movies of the fabled Middle East. \u0026nbsp; Now, being a Mormon, I see nothing wrong with a harem. \u0026nbsp;However, it was filled with many girls of the human persuasion, all dressed in harem costumes like you see Jeanie wear in _I dream of Jeanie_.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I was wearing a traditional Persian outfit. \u0026nbsp;\n\nThey were all swarming me and touching me and piling exotic furs on me. \u0026nbsp;I felt covered in fur, and then, I woke up -- covered in dog fur. \u0026nbsp;Don't get me wrong, Silvara's a dog but not that kind of dog. \u0026nbsp;She is actually very nice and very amicable. \u0026nbsp;However, I'm not formally married to her and even though I do \"own\" her -- the thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth -- i quickly got out of bed quietly and let her sleep. \u0026nbsp;I put on a robe, so as to not let temptation get to me.\n\nI looked around the Master Bedroom. \u0026nbsp;I have my beautiful bed, a futon. \u0026nbsp;But the room was painted white. \u0026nbsp;I actually had two potted trees,\u0026nbsp;[star pines](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Araucaria_heterophylla), in the room. \u0026nbsp;I checked the closet, yes they are walk in closets. \u0026nbsp;But where is my library? \u0026nbsp;I walked out of my room and down the stairs. \u0026nbsp;I opened a door and I saw Franz working with some excercise equipment.\n\nThe naked dinosaur looked like he was doing bench presses. \u0026nbsp;He looked at me, and I waved, and he started doing bench presses again. \u0026nbsp;I walked through the halls and opened a door and . . . I found it.\n\nThe study had all of my books on shelves arranged neatly. \u0026nbsp;Unlike a Hermetic library, a psion's library has a lot of physics books. \u0026nbsp;Books on Quantum Physics, Relativity -- which isn't vogue in the Twenty-first Century; Plasma space physics -- which is vogue; and we also have books from Abraham Hicks, John Asaraf, and Doctor Robert Anthony. \u0026nbsp;I also had copies of _the Secret_\u0026nbsp;and _Down the Rabbit Hole_. I had a few of the books I written on how we can manipulate our reality with our thoughts.\n\nThis is the Psion's library and psionic lodge. \u0026nbsp;The books are about self powerment and physics. \u0026nbsp;Everything was here, even all of my materials. \u0026nbsp;All it took was attuning the room to the paths of the Universe.\n\n\"How do you like it?\" asked Mike in Or'zet, who was standing behind me.\n\n\"Impressive,\" I said in awe and in English. \u0026nbsp;\"You moved everything here?\"\n\n\"I had too,\" he said, also in Or'zet. \u0026nbsp;\"I had to leave no trace while you were in the hospital, recovering. \u0026nbsp;Our Japanese Friend has no doubt is frustrated in finding out our apartment is cleaned out. \u0026nbsp;And that he will have a hard time tracing us here.\"\n\n\"But what about you?\" I asked.\n\n\"I think it's time to start the Michael Clarke Private Detective Agency.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"It's a good front for Shadowrunners.\"\n\n\"I'm not a Shadowrunner.\"\n\n\"How are you going to eat?\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"You don't exist, I had your records erased by the best Hacker we know, and as a result you have no job. \u0026nbsp;How are you going to eat?\"\n\n\"I'm not a Shadowrunner. \u0026nbsp;They live on the streets or in a lowcost apartment, doing criminal things.\"\n\n\"How are you going to eat?\" Michael asked again. \u0026nbsp;He was talking in Or'zet. \u0026nbsp;Through this whole time, he's talking in Or'zet. \u0026nbsp;\"After all, _mabaj bot ob armauk!_\"\n\nI have a world of enemies, a common Or'zet exclaimation. \u0026nbsp;I sighed, he was right. \u0026nbsp;We need to eat, even real food. \u0026nbsp;And yes, we do seem to have a world full of enemies. \u0026nbsp;\"Okay, lets do some Shadowrunning.\"\n\nMike hit me on the back. \u0026nbsp;Orks don't pat you on the back, they hit you on the back. \u0026nbsp;It's a show of affection. \"That's the spirit, Robby!\" Mike exclaimed in English. \u0026nbsp;I was wondering when or how this was going to happen. \u0026nbsp;Running the darkness and fighting the Man. \u0026nbsp;Still, I needed to banish such thoughts.\n\nAs a Mormon, I would dedicate the house to the Father. \u0026nbsp;As a psion, I had to make sure that the house was in harmony with it's environment, first. \u0026nbsp;The Chinese called this Feng Shui -- and they often build everything according to Feng Shui. \u0026nbsp;Other magicians called this empowering the lodge. \u0026nbsp;However, Buddha and Yahushua were often right, a ritual is often not needed only the intent.\n\nBut still, I needed to make sure each part of the house resonated correctly. \u0026nbsp;I'm not a Feng Shui expert. \u0026nbsp;But I do know that I had to make sure every vibration of the house vibrated in harmony. \u0026nbsp;I left the study and headed into the Great Room. \u0026nbsp;I sat down, in Lotus position and began to make myself in tune with the vibrations of the house. \u0026nbsp;I wanted the house to be a house where Yahushua would be pleased and happy to visit. \u0026nbsp;So I felt for each and every nook and cranny. \u0026nbsp;Attuning myself to the vibrations and the songs of the house.\n\nJust when I started to hear the songs of the house, Silvara came down and asked, \"what would you like to eat, Master?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Shadowrun: Shadows of Salt Lake","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/387516-shadowrun-the-changeling-escort-service-chapter-1-cont.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/391619-shadowrun-shadows-of-salt-lake.json"}}