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by Avery
Rated: 18+ · Chapter · Sci-fi · #2157908
In an anthropomorphic world, a female canine tries challenges the life of space trading
Avery hits the screen to her left with her paw, sighing afterwards as the beeping finally stops. She has been yelled at from the computer for not having a profitable run this time either, and she knew it very well. Money was really hard to come by, especially if you are a simple merchant in the Khala'an system. The commodities are boring to the outsiders, and there is little margin. If only she had a bigger ship...but that would need a better profit for her to be able to cover.
After undocking from the almost deserted station of Khala'an V, a screen appeared in front of her. It was the station traffic manager, who was on duty all the time. He was probably the only one who noticed her diligent, hard-working and yet easy going nature, and maybe the gods have given her the reward, or punishment, that he was also one of the same species she was: a canine. The manager, Kyle, looks up from the control panel in front of him and meets eyes with her.
"Ah, I see you're leaving Avery. Don't forget the papers I sent you, the counselor is really-"
"Really looking forward to the reports, I know Kyle." she sighs, pulling the hologram of the report from her right, floating in front of her eyes as the ocean blue color of the hologram makes her deep blue eyes' color seem brighter, widening her pupils.
"Hey, hun..." she murmurs.
"What's up dear, are you missing your canine's touch already?"
"Shove your touch up your tail, we've never even met in person!" she growled, crossing her paws as the autopilot undocking system was already doing the maneuvering for her, there was no need to do it herself.
"Haha, I see that blush forming there" Kyle winked at her, noticeably blushing himself as he is a horribly shy...but he was totally into this daring solo girl.
"Say that to yourself cowboy, you have it right on your muzzle" the canine giggled, poking through the screen, where his nose was on the screen. "How about you stop embarrassing yourself for more than a year and actually get me on a date, huh?"
"Well that...I never really thought about that. So, khmm...are you-" while saying his words, the Rattlesnake was engaging her hyperdrives, interrupting any kinds of communication lines, as Avery kept a devilish grin, leaning back in the captain's chair. The ship disappeared in an instant.
"That one bitch..." Kyle hissed, grabbing at his bulge and biting his lips. That girl always could get the worst out of him. He hated it...but loved it at the same time.

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Khala'an is relatively newly found system, populating around barely around 1'100'000 inhabitants. Most planets are barren, having little to no breathable oxygen but a reasonably good amount of Ellicin, which is the base of any construction for canines. As such, oxigen, food and excavation supplies are always in demand. The only exceptions are Khala'an VI and I. Khala'an VI has the nickname of "Geek's Heaven", populated with the most intelligent yet awkward creatures of their species. The growth of said population is so small, it's almost like a prison for life, even though they think of it as freedom. Avery shakes her head every time she thinks of them, chuckling at their ignorance. The other one is the "Planet of Silence" as they call it. Only those who feel masochoistic enough to live a spiritual life, with no outside communication and relationships either. Roughly every fifth of those monks actually cut their throat, having enough of the self-denial suffering. Nonetheless, they are the only ones who have an idea what the whole purpose of this whole mission is: to get the canine species back on their legs.
Her home world, Maaya is where it all started, dreaming of exploring the stars...who would have thought it's going to take generations to actually get it right.

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Just as the Rattlesnake exits hyperspace, a calm male robotic voice warns Avery that she has manual controls from then on. The regular sight of Maaya welcomes her as she punches in an intercepting course for the docking station. The regular sight of the antelope appears in front of her.
"Welcome back, miss! Please proceed to docking bay number 5. Enjoy your stay." he says in a monotone voice.
Avery cuts the coms, engaging the thrusters to maneuver to her arriving bay.
The landing gears hit the bay as she shuts down all systems, walking out of the rather cramped spaceship and stretch her joints. Just as she was about to leave her ship behind, she runs back for a small device that stored the records.
"Damn, that fool does know me...maybe I should give him a break sometime" she says to herself, putting it in her pocket as she adjusts her dress.
The poor female canine hated the clothing they had to wear all the time. It was to signify the unity and uniqueness of their population, pff... All she had was one dress that was more like a table cloth. The whole dress was black, a golden line at the edges. A diamond shaped slit was visible in the chest area, signifying how big of a bust a female had. The length of the dress was just enough to reach the knees, enough to not reveal anything while running, that was not adequate to see, from front and behind the body. Avery was not lucky around that, as the other females had the natural advantage of having a bigger size, making her jealous real bad. Her bust was almost close to none of theirs, just enough to crease the cloth outwards to signify, she was a female indeed. At least she had a beautiful face and a long hair...Other than that, the dress didn't have any cover around the sides, leaving any female almost naked, making most of the males whistle at a good looking body. Luckily, there are ties around the waist where one could hold the front and back end together, making it less irritating to have it floating as soon as a female would take a step. Revealing some parts wasn't a punishable act, in retrospect, it was highly encouraged.
There was not much to do about it, it was the dressing code that their ancestors had centuries ago to ensure the growth of their species. Besides, there were quite a few cases of gays and lesbians being executed publicly on the galactic television, owned by the so called "Bees", the Beeb-rats as they call themselves. The only thing they care about is selling a good story for profit, doesn't matter if it's the truth or not.

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As she adjusted her dress a bit, pulling it down around her waist as she made her way towards the meeting room, soon she arrived to a huge cylinder shaped trading hub. It was rather crowded as always, filled with the low humm of nonchalant chattering's noise. A flying bug-like creature reached out to her, pointing at some glowing item on their table, buzzing as it opened it's mouth.
"Sorry Dex but I'm in a hurry. I'll buy you a drink later if you're interested" she said, not even looking at the creature.
Passing the main hall, she arrived to the commercial quarters, where the walls were tight, just enough to fit three bipedal creatures next to each other. Projections of all sorts of pleasure hubs, services and products could be seen, waiting for a curious customer to touch the screen. Everyone was dressed in a rather formal outfit, and the corridors weren't smelling of others' smell either, implying that this area of the station was only accessible to a few select ones. She took a turn to the left after an intersection, walking just a few steps to reach her destination. Two guards stood in front of the sliding door, crossing their electric shock spears.
"I have a message for the counselor of the canines."
One of the guards press their ear with a hand, passing her message onto the insiders of the room. After a few moments, they open up their spear, swiping the edge of their palms at the terminals. "You're good to go."
The doors open as she takes two steps forward, the meeting room full of 12 participants fall silent. A male canine in diplomatic outfit looks at her, reaching out a paw. "Ahh, here you are. Thank you for your trouble pilot. Here's your reward.." he murmurs, taking the device and opening his handheld holographic assistant, transferring 100'000 credits onto her wallet. "Now, let's see.."
The device is placed into the table, showing a hologram of an admiral's face camera. He was desperately shouting commands at the crew to flee the scene, as the ship bursted into flames. With a frightened expression, he told the viewers the situation of being attacked by the "common enemy", expressing they are neutral themselves. The signal cuts out just as he finished his speech, the meeting room stays silent.
The counselor removes the device, placing it on the table with a deep sigh.
"Gentlemen...our federation is at war."
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