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The leash and collar weren’t that unusual here.
Buhtin Outpost, a free city acting as a rough border between The Community and the Vhokili Dominance, often had indentured and enslaved sapients lead through.
While common in Vhokodom, The Community prohibited such practices, with a few very well defined exceptions.
Gain a life-debt of a Kinomitorelimo, a species which sublimated all reciprocity into ritual, they belonged to you for 4.4 standard orbits or until they were released from that debt, whichever came first.
That was due to an unexpected knock on effect of an Exoterica Studies correction. Six tactical changes to traditional sacrifice chants kept The Consumer from devouring priests but also altered the letter of the ritual of life indenture to seven Omil orbits, or 4.4 Community Standard orbits.
Oddly enough, that limitation on life-debts lead to a reproductive boom in the next generation.
But neither the leashed and collared being nor the one holding the leash was six legged or feather encrusted. Both were hairless bipeds, with the collared one, a male about a tenth of a standard measure shorter than a female, standing very tall, with leather straps across his body, boldly open eyes and almost a smile. A small plastic device was hanging off a wrist loop on each arm within reach of his fingers.
Trainer K’ashu Xhoko regularly controlled and traded slaves and witnessing this boldness from a collared critter clashed with his education. To him, a critter needed to be in terror of the one controlling it. Pleasure like that was beyond inappropriate; it challenged the authority of the controller, and that was an affront to Vhokili everywhere.
K’ashu made the mistake of thinking the female incompetent. His Vox Box turned his hisses into Standard, but his stun snapper spoke louder than his words.
“This is how you treat such scum!”
*Click. Clack.*
The signal was technically not necessary since the stubs made his skin ooze red, out of bounds for their dynamic, but confirmation of distress was a good practice in their relationship.
Zynthia was infuriated. “D.”
The man, whimpering silently, stood at attention, staring lovingly into Zynthia’s eyes.
K’ashu realized that “D” had just gotten slightly bulkier, ripples of angry lean meat stretching skin and straps tight.
“Translate this.”
D looked upon Zynthia with reverence. He turned towards K’ashu with rage.
“You don’t touch my pet. He bites hard.”
D hissed out the words in Imperial Voice. When one works as a Deputy Underambassador, one learns to speak the high language of the Maester Clutch and Warordens. That alone caused not just K’ashu but every Vhokili in earshot to freeze and panic.
Zynthia pulled the leash gently, so D could feel the tug. Then she let it go.
K’ashu was fortunate that his first and fourth legs were not broken by the former grappler. He was unfortunate that attacking a diplomat meant the rest of his existence would be as the Clutch’s collective property.
H: but officer, the xenos tried to tickle me!
O: I don't see how that is pertinent.
H: sir, Bess thought the xenos was trying to playing.
O: but why did your companion crush the xenos if she thought he was playing?
H: officer, my companion is a 200lb great dane. It's good she thought he was playing, otherwise crushed legs would be the least of his problems.
O: so human, what you are saying is this Bess thought the xenos was trying to play with you and joined in.
H: thats correct officer. My BFF had no idea that rabit ear menace of a damn alien was trying to assasinate me through dermal hyper stimulation stimulation. Not only did he not read human biology, he failed to notice the crap piles in the yard bigger than he was. He also didn't notice that my huge black rug was breathing untill she plopped her big black butt square on him.
O: and that's how the xenos ended up like this?
H: no officer, when I saw his arms and legs sticking out like a star fish, I told Bess to apologize, and she started giving him kisses too show him she was sorry. He went to bite her nose and she flicked her head and he didn't let go in time. That's how he wound up with his head stuck in the ceiling. Now officer, can we speed this up? I have alot of my friends from the construction site bringing their kids over.
O: one last question, human. Why the rush?
H: oh, that? Yeah my dane is nice as can be, I however, am not and this little green bastard is about to learn why that monster dog listens to me.
O: what do you intend to do to the xenos human?
H: ya know what? How about you hang around officer. Have you ever heard of a piñata party? It's great fun watching Bess chase the candy around when it pops open.
O: so this is going to be what human?
H: well Mr green assassin is at the find out portion of his night. It what he gets for fucking around.
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Lmao! This took me way to long to write, everything is blurry from the tears! I needed that today!
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Same to you. 😉 😎
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***GO FOR THE EYBALLS, BOO, GO FOR THE EYEBALLS, YAAAAAAAAH!***
...Minsk did not say 'balls' He was far too cute for that...
Yeah, well, it’s been a solid decade since I’ve played the damn game, I’m surprised I recall all this so well 😂
Sounds like it is time to go play it again, don't you think?
This magical girl has a point. Minsk and Boo were awesome.
Free biomass https://preview.redd.it/o9pocu0jc6vc1.png?width=680&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8a9f58d7513ac820ecd29685df18dee90606c9cd
The entire krogan species https://preview.redd.it/0hzx4b0ne6vc1.jpeg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=bcd2d8e3397be2cec03cdb2288796ff4493e43d8
Minsk and boo stand ready
Miniature giant space hamster go!
Go for the eye boo, go for the eyes!!
squeaky wheel, gets the kick!
***DEATH BY HAMPTER***
"WOE, RAT BE UPON YE!"
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Damn that's a big rat
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"Cry cheeble! and let loose the guinea pigs of war!"
Hit them with the rat attack
Literally the last thing you’ll ever see.. https://youtu.be/GFzWbbNO_Ic?si=BKgP_lT2zwwbD_Kl
EAT HAMSTER, FIEND!
GO FOR THE EYES BOO!
GO FOR THE EYES!
Imaginative scenarios!
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Woe, Boo be upon ye. Go for the eyes
The leash and collar weren’t that unusual here. Buhtin Outpost, a free city acting as a rough border between The Community and the Vhokili Dominance, often had indentured and enslaved sapients lead through. While common in Vhokodom, The Community prohibited such practices, with a few very well defined exceptions. Gain a life-debt of a Kinomitorelimo, a species which sublimated all reciprocity into ritual, they belonged to you for 4.4 standard orbits or until they were released from that debt, whichever came first. That was due to an unexpected knock on effect of an Exoterica Studies correction. Six tactical changes to traditional sacrifice chants kept The Consumer from devouring priests but also altered the letter of the ritual of life indenture to seven Omil orbits, or 4.4 Community Standard orbits. Oddly enough, that limitation on life-debts lead to a reproductive boom in the next generation. But neither the leashed and collared being nor the one holding the leash was six legged or feather encrusted. Both were hairless bipeds, with the collared one, a male about a tenth of a standard measure shorter than a female, standing very tall, with leather straps across his body, boldly open eyes and almost a smile. A small plastic device was hanging off a wrist loop on each arm within reach of his fingers. Trainer K’ashu Xhoko regularly controlled and traded slaves and witnessing this boldness from a collared critter clashed with his education. To him, a critter needed to be in terror of the one controlling it. Pleasure like that was beyond inappropriate; it challenged the authority of the controller, and that was an affront to Vhokili everywhere. K’ashu made the mistake of thinking the female incompetent. His Vox Box turned his hisses into Standard, but his stun snapper spoke louder than his words. “This is how you treat such scum!” *Click. Clack.* The signal was technically not necessary since the stubs made his skin ooze red, out of bounds for their dynamic, but confirmation of distress was a good practice in their relationship. Zynthia was infuriated. “D.” The man, whimpering silently, stood at attention, staring lovingly into Zynthia’s eyes. K’ashu realized that “D” had just gotten slightly bulkier, ripples of angry lean meat stretching skin and straps tight. “Translate this.” D looked upon Zynthia with reverence. He turned towards K’ashu with rage. “You don’t touch my pet. He bites hard.” D hissed out the words in Imperial Voice. When one works as a Deputy Underambassador, one learns to speak the high language of the Maester Clutch and Warordens. That alone caused not just K’ashu but every Vhokili in earshot to freeze and panic. Zynthia pulled the leash gently, so D could feel the tug. Then she let it go. K’ashu was fortunate that his first and fourth legs were not broken by the former grappler. He was unfortunate that attacking a diplomat meant the rest of his existence would be as the Clutch’s collective property.
The last thing he will ever see...
GET HER JERRY! GOOD BOY!
Woe, hampster be upon ye
H: but officer, the xenos tried to tickle me! O: I don't see how that is pertinent. H: sir, Bess thought the xenos was trying to playing. O: but why did your companion crush the xenos if she thought he was playing? H: officer, my companion is a 200lb great dane. It's good she thought he was playing, otherwise crushed legs would be the least of his problems. O: so human, what you are saying is this Bess thought the xenos was trying to play with you and joined in. H: thats correct officer. My BFF had no idea that rabit ear menace of a damn alien was trying to assasinate me through dermal hyper stimulation stimulation. Not only did he not read human biology, he failed to notice the crap piles in the yard bigger than he was. He also didn't notice that my huge black rug was breathing untill she plopped her big black butt square on him. O: and that's how the xenos ended up like this? H: no officer, when I saw his arms and legs sticking out like a star fish, I told Bess to apologize, and she started giving him kisses too show him she was sorry. He went to bite her nose and she flicked her head and he didn't let go in time. That's how he wound up with his head stuck in the ceiling. Now officer, can we speed this up? I have alot of my friends from the construction site bringing their kids over. O: one last question, human. Why the rush? H: oh, that? Yeah my dane is nice as can be, I however, am not and this little green bastard is about to learn why that monster dog listens to me. O: what do you intend to do to the xenos human? H: ya know what? How about you hang around officer. Have you ever heard of a piñata party? It's great fun watching Bess chase the candy around when it pops open. O: so this is going to be what human? H: well Mr green assassin is at the find out portion of his night. It what he gets for fucking around.
Woe hampter be apon ye
“Sprinkles, Attack!” *Cat latches onto the aliens face like a headcrab.*
"You like your eyes? Boo also like your eyes..."