The Station
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charisstomaTitle: The Station
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 700
Follows from The Crime Too blame this on Meridae because she gave the initial prompt.
“Listen Pussy, if you’d been called in you’d have left in the middle of things too,” Fen growled. “Don’t go pulling the Captain into what happens between you and me.”
In his comfy office chair Horace rolled his eyes reaching up to remove Maurice from his shoulder. The cat could do his spitting from the desk top just as easily as from atop his commanding officer’s back. More in fact and he’d be spared claws sinking into his skin when Maurice really got going. Humans didn’t heal as fast as familiars and werefolk and who knew where Maurice had had those claws recently… other than in Fen. A paw whapped his extended hand away from its mission of cat removal.
With an outraged cry of, “Hey,” and a loud roar of, “Enough,” Horace exerted his authority. “Get your furry butt down and out of my office and take your werefox with you. I will not be made into a battlefield as foreplay to your perverted love life. I’ve got a wife and kids, who by the way do not turn furry by choice or by full moon light, and I’m not trying to explain to Tessie again why there are claw marks on my back. The couch is lumpy. I will drag you both by the scruff of your necks before her and have her hex the shit out of you.” Horace growled, “Knowing you, at least one of you anyway, would like to be spitted on the other’s cock until the knot goes down. You might not like it if it doesn’t and I still order the two of you out on patrol in the red light district over near the campus. Now get the hell out of my office!”
“Excitable,” Maurice conversationally mentioned to Fen.
Sighing, “Understandable,” Fen said back. “He is human,” as if this explained everything.
“Yeah,” Maurice agreed. “You don’t suppose that Tessie really would hex us, do you?”
“You want to find out?” Fen raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Only one of us can knot the other,” he said a glint appearing in his eyes, “might be fun walking down the street buried deep inside you, you shuffling along with your pants on backwards to spare the modesty of the innocent,” he paused grimacing , “or so not innocent.” Full on grinning now, “we should practice.”
“In the bedroom in front of the mirrored closet wall,” Maurice added with a nod. Grabbing Fen’s hand, “Come on!” he urged, “before the Captain calls one of us in again while we’re off duty. Evil human.”
“Not his fault, I’m thinking,” Fen argued. “His wife, Tessie, is in charge of the 911 Emergency Oracle switchboard and she is a witch. If you could have heard her giggling after she called Leon in and she knew he was on a date with Micah hoping to get him preggers. Word is they were right at the first couple of thrusts when she portaled his ass off Micah and to the station.”
“Cold,” Maurice shivered horrified.
Fen nodded, “so cut me some slack next time I get called in, will yah. You don’t want me pulled out of your ass without any warning by a certain person.”
As they stepped out of the portal that landed them both in the front hallway, the distinctive ringtone of the precinct switchboard rang. Maurice gingerly answered.
Tessie’s voice, you could hear the malicious grin, “Better listen to Fen, dearie. I’d turn on the CCTV and record the two of you on that patrol beat.” Steel entered her voice, “iffing my Horace has any more claw marks on his back, not of my making. And we know who’ll be the one with the knotted cock up his ass.” The phone disconnected.
Maurice’s eyes were rounded in fear. Fen decided to take him to bed to cuddle. It was too dangerous to take up where they’d planned. Tessie would be too apt to be watching for her chance to give them a small preview as warning. Best to let her get bored. The Captain might be ‘Head of the Station’ but everyone knew who controlled the sensitive smaller head of ‘The Head of the Station’.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 700
Follows from The Crime Too blame this on Meridae because she gave the initial prompt.
“Listen Pussy, if you’d been called in you’d have left in the middle of things too,” Fen growled. “Don’t go pulling the Captain into what happens between you and me.”
In his comfy office chair Horace rolled his eyes reaching up to remove Maurice from his shoulder. The cat could do his spitting from the desk top just as easily as from atop his commanding officer’s back. More in fact and he’d be spared claws sinking into his skin when Maurice really got going. Humans didn’t heal as fast as familiars and werefolk and who knew where Maurice had had those claws recently… other than in Fen. A paw whapped his extended hand away from its mission of cat removal.
With an outraged cry of, “Hey,” and a loud roar of, “Enough,” Horace exerted his authority. “Get your furry butt down and out of my office and take your werefox with you. I will not be made into a battlefield as foreplay to your perverted love life. I’ve got a wife and kids, who by the way do not turn furry by choice or by full moon light, and I’m not trying to explain to Tessie again why there are claw marks on my back. The couch is lumpy. I will drag you both by the scruff of your necks before her and have her hex the shit out of you.” Horace growled, “Knowing you, at least one of you anyway, would like to be spitted on the other’s cock until the knot goes down. You might not like it if it doesn’t and I still order the two of you out on patrol in the red light district over near the campus. Now get the hell out of my office!”
“Excitable,” Maurice conversationally mentioned to Fen.
Sighing, “Understandable,” Fen said back. “He is human,” as if this explained everything.
“Yeah,” Maurice agreed. “You don’t suppose that Tessie really would hex us, do you?”
“You want to find out?” Fen raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Only one of us can knot the other,” he said a glint appearing in his eyes, “might be fun walking down the street buried deep inside you, you shuffling along with your pants on backwards to spare the modesty of the innocent,” he paused grimacing , “or so not innocent.” Full on grinning now, “we should practice.”
“In the bedroom in front of the mirrored closet wall,” Maurice added with a nod. Grabbing Fen’s hand, “Come on!” he urged, “before the Captain calls one of us in again while we’re off duty. Evil human.”
“Not his fault, I’m thinking,” Fen argued. “His wife, Tessie, is in charge of the 911 Emergency Oracle switchboard and she is a witch. If you could have heard her giggling after she called Leon in and she knew he was on a date with Micah hoping to get him preggers. Word is they were right at the first couple of thrusts when she portaled his ass off Micah and to the station.”
“Cold,” Maurice shivered horrified.
Fen nodded, “so cut me some slack next time I get called in, will yah. You don’t want me pulled out of your ass without any warning by a certain person.”
As they stepped out of the portal that landed them both in the front hallway, the distinctive ringtone of the precinct switchboard rang. Maurice gingerly answered.
Tessie’s voice, you could hear the malicious grin, “Better listen to Fen, dearie. I’d turn on the CCTV and record the two of you on that patrol beat.” Steel entered her voice, “iffing my Horace has any more claw marks on his back, not of my making. And we know who’ll be the one with the knotted cock up his ass.” The phone disconnected.
Maurice’s eyes were rounded in fear. Fen decided to take him to bed to cuddle. It was too dangerous to take up where they’d planned. Tessie would be too apt to be watching for her chance to give them a small preview as warning. Best to let her get bored. The Captain might be ‘Head of the Station’ but everyone knew who controlled the sensitive smaller head of ‘The Head of the Station’.
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