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Daena

A Quack, Two Cats, and a Drug Ring (Prologue)

(Here's a little crossover Kansas, Prell, and I are working on. This is the first of about 4 logs. Daena and Aaron are both from Arcadia.)

 

 

Westler stalked down the corridors of Outpost 718, growling like a Klingon. He smacked a wall. "I can't BELIEVE that deal fell through! That IDIOT Benzenite...." He stormed into his quarters, which were WAY too tiny, even though there was only one other Imperial Fleet officer assigned to the outpost.

 

The light from the hall spilled into the darkened room. Two pairs of glowing eyes shown from the dim lighting. One of the pairs began growling as it moved away. It stopped when it caught the scent of its master. Something that was in-between the two figures began to stir within a pile of cushions on the floor. "Mmmm..." a soft voice moaned, sounding as if it just woke up. "Lights," said the feminine voice.

 

As the lights came to full strength, the pairs of eyes each took a form. One was a black panther, named Cozy. She was the one that had growled. The other was a white tiger named Fluffy. She remained near the lump of moving cushions, protecting it. Once the covers were removed, they revealed a beautiful young woman with dark purple hair, wearing a skimpy slave girl outfit. A long cat tail surfaced from the young women as she sat up, looking towards the door. She was a Mithraan, the last of her kind. Her cat ears perked up as she stretched out.

 

Aaron looked at her. "You'd better be a good mood for a massage."

 

Daena was startled when she realized her master was standing in the door. She quickly removed herself from her bedding and scurried over to him, kneeling at his feet. "I'm sorry Master. Yes of course. Would you like me to use some oils?" The Mithraan's maroon eyes remain constantly fixed on the floor.

 

"What else would you rub with, Little Flower? Cat litter?"

 

Her ears drooped at the sound of that name. It was once the nickname her grandparents called her, which she had mistakenly told to Aaron. "I'm sorry Master."

 

He stroked her ear. "You'd better be...." He moved off to the side, and began taking off his uniform.

 

Daena flinched at first, but allowed him to touch her. When he walked away, she moved over to a counter top, retrieving a bottle of oil. The Mithraan then went to the bed, but did not touch it until her master came to her. The two large cats, Fluffy and Cozy both laid in the corner, watching.

 

Aaron flopped onto the bed, on his stomach. He sighed, scowling. "Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky Benzenite flopped the deal."

 

She followed him onto the bed, lightly pouring some of the fragrant oil onto his back. "I'm sorry to hear that, Master." The purple headed woman began her massage.

 

"I'm sure you are..." he muttered sarcastically into the pillow.

 

Daena was careful not to scratch him with her nails. Instead, she leaned in close and began to purr as she continued the massage. The vibrations of her body were to help him relax.

 

Indeed, it did relax him...."Mmmm, I'm glad I decided to keep you…"

 

She sighed quietly to herself. He was of course referring to the destruction of her homeworld. Her current master had some involvement in it.

 

He turned over, and looked at her. "What are you thinking?"

 

The Mithraan rested herself on top of him, her maroon eyes focusing on his chest. "Nothing, Master..."

 

"You may look into my eyes, my pet."

 

Her eyes warily wandered up, meeting his.

 

He smiled. "A little more to the left."

 

Nodding, she shifted a little. Her purring intensified as she resumed her massage on his chest.

 

He sighed. "I can't even relax now, after that stupid lug."

 

Daena tried her best to relax him, for he would just take it out on her if he didn't. "You have other business deals, Master. Why is this one so important?" She leaned in, gently licking the base of his neck.

 

He let his neck muscles loose. "Not that it's any of YOUR business mind you, but my partner and I really needed that deal to go through for the money. It would have been just enough to start buying and selling Foraxian Shrooms."

 

"I'm sorry." She rested her entire body onto his as she continued to purr.

 

He smiled, and looked at her. "I believe there's only one thing that could cheer me up."

 

"Yes Master..."

Edited by Daena

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