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It had started out as a bet.
Keovi wasn't one to usually take them. It was too competitive, which
just wasn't in his nature. He'd much rather not participate at all,
rather than try to prove he could do something he never wanted to in
the first place. Like tag a wall, in broad daylight, with some message
insulting enough to the company to maybe get it reported in the local
daily.
But life in an offworld colony was boring, especially in the urban
center where there wasn't much for a teenager to do. Too young to
work, too old to be in school (or what passed for school out here),
he'd taken to hanging around with other guys his age - something else
he usually didn't like, but it beat out perpetual solitude and the
boredom that came with it.
Which is, indirectly, how he found himself in an alleyway behind the
local company hangout bar, usually populated exclusively by
Weyland-Yutani grunts at least twice his size, age, and meanness.
Some of them worked at the local headquarters, some were offworlders
in town between months-long stints on mining ships. The Company (the
only name by which it was usually called around here) owned
practically everything in the colony, and what they didn't own they at
least kept control over. The provisional stores were all company,
staffed by company employees; the streets were cleaned by company
crews. All transportation, both in-colony and off-world, was through
company transport. Even the local police was just company security,
paid to keep the peace when they weren't out on missions.
He'd forgotten the bar was there, actually, when he'd ducked into the
alley, spraypaint can in paw, while his friends stayed out on the
street to ostensibly keep watch. Now silently thankful it was daytime
- and thus a lot less busy in this part of the town - he'd had no
sooner given the can a shake when he was suddenly yanked backwards and
off his feet, pinwheeling his arms as he was spun around until he
found himself muzzle-to-muzzle with a sneering, grizzled canine. His
ears flattened while he swayed, held aloft by the scruff of his neck
and the back of his shirt hitched up around his armpits.
"Now whaddya we got here," the dog growled around the cigar clamped in
between his teeth. Acrid smoke, strong enough that he wondered how he
couldn't have noticed it before, stung Keovi's nose. The smell mingled
with the heavy scent of alcohol - beer - on the dog's breath.
"I, uh..." he stuttered, still trying to catch up to what was
happening. "I wasn't..." The can dropped out of his paw as if on cue,
rolling with a clatter until it bumped a nearby trashcan and was
still. His eyes dropped to follow it, and caught sight on the way of
exactly what he'd been dreading: The logo of company security
emblazoned across the dog's shirt, bunched up around the straps of the
holster he was wearing. A cop.
"Yeah. You were," the dog grunted, still holding the smaller canid
aloft. He was huge, heavyset with middle age, but with packed arms and
a squat, barrel-chested physique despite being a full head taller than
Keovi - and then some. "You know vandalism's enough to get yer parents
and you shipped outta here on the next transport, yeah?"
Keovi swallowed. The cop... Security dog, whatever, was right. For all
the lawlessness in the colonies, all it took was one officer who
wouldn't take a bribe to get 'fired' - which usually meant a
third-class ticket to one of the central planets with no hope of ever
working for the company again. "Yes."
"Yes *what*?" The dog gave him a rough shake.
"Ow! Yes sir! I know!" He couldn't keep the whine out of his voice,
twisting his head to the side and coughing.
"That what yer lookin' to make happen?"
Keovi shook his head, swallowing hard.
The dog regarded him a few more moments, before grunting under his
breath. "Today's yer lucky day, then, kid. I'm on break, which means I
ain't gotta call you in." He lowered Keovi to the ground, still
holding him by his scruff.
A glimmer of hope shone through Keovi's anxiousness. "You... Aren't
going to report me?"
The dog grunted. "Heh. I didn't say that."
"I don't..." He swallowed again. "I don't have any money." He'd never
tried to offer a bribe before, just knew that's how it was done from
what he'd heard. Only he didn't have anything to offer.
"Didn't figure you did," the cop growled, his paw going to his fly
with his free paw and pulling his jeans open while Keovi's eyes went
wide and his mouth dry.
"I been offworld for six months," the dog growled. "And yer about the
closest thing to pussy I seen since I left." His fly was open now, the
dog reaching inside to heft out the meaty, frighteningly thick snake
of his sheath while Keovi looked on in growing anxiousness.
"I... Don't... I'm not..."
The dog interrupted him with a cuff upside the head, grabbing a pawful
of ears and hair and shoving him to his knees hard.
"I ain't interested. Open up, kid, I got another half hour 'fore my break's up."
Keovi looked up at the dog's scowling muzzle, his ears going even
flatter against his head and his tail tucked. His eyes dropped back to
the dog's crotch, where his paw was skinning the sheath back from the
black, slimy-looking cock inside.
He opened his mouth.
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Was able to snag a friend to write up a little thing for the picture as well, as I've been really enjoying pairing up art with the writings from people who can actually write. ;)