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keaaluHey, Danji, you know you're always saying there's not enough anthropomorphic guinea pigs?
The Egg guinea pigs. :) A big credit card company uses them in their TV adverts here - "tested by guinea pigs". :) Although I liked the one where they weren't speaking, better, but I can't find that one. And here.
Edit: Found it (I think).
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This is from my newer idea - reaaaally rough. Feel halfway like making some sort of MAJOR plot advancement, here - aliens trying to invade Coalition space with "Synth"-type creatures (just nonsentient) and Iios going against his principles to stop them, although granted I don't know what/how/when/where/etc. :P
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Realisation dawned like a sunburst; his belligerently perked ears sagged a few microns. They weren’t going to give her back because-
“You don’t have her at all, do you.” It wasn’t a question – rather just a statement of fact.
“Of course we don’t,” the woman confirmed. “Why go to all that bother abducting an innocent civilian to get to you when you’ll come here of your own accord whether we have her or not?”
The lunge caught him off-balance, teetering over his rear foot, and they slammed him hard into the pole behind him; where a biological being would have been severely winded by the blow he merely used it as a convenient cease of momentum, flung his weight forwards again. It would have worked, too, had they not managed to get a loop of broad, woven quadritanium ribbon around his chest – like contestants in a tug of war, the two burly Usurians hauled back the other way and kept him from running off. The Nyenni female snatched up the loose end of the spool and darted once more around the struggling Kiravai and thrust it at the Yurra male; as though the whole system was a set of pulleys, they dragged him inexorably back to the pole.
Iios snarled and thrashed, like some sort of landed shark, a snared lion, but even his hydraulic strength and iron will was failing him – another few loops around his abdomen and he was well and truly caught.
What they failed to recognise was that he was just as dangerous with his arms pinned – using the pole as a support, he flashed out his feet, using them like the deadly talons of a captured falcon, and snagged the Nyen’s tail in his iron grip. A quick jerk and she fell backward against him with a shriek of fright, allowing him to change his deadly grip – one foot tight around the fleshy tentacles at the back of her head, the other snug around her jawline, claws tight in her flesh.
“You will release me now,” he snarled, softly. “Or she dies.”
The woman gave a casual, one-armed shrug. “Plenty more where she came from,” she replied, idly. “Keeping hold of you is infinitely more important than that silly little whore, so do what the hell you like with her.”
They couldn’t have known about the titanic struggle going on within him, but then they probably didn’t need to. They probably presumed – foolishly – that he was not equipped to kill, and that he was bluffing.
Once more, Iios, and you’re on your own!
The albino hind gazed helplessly up at him out of wide, terrified scarlet eyes, pleading with him through her gaze. Don’t hurt me, oh merciful goddess save me.
I could snap your neck and barely think about it, he thought, feebly. And once I probably would have. But… Eri…
Kill her then. She’s worthless to us.
Who in Alopeia’s name do you think you are, to decide who is and who is not worth letting live?!
One less dirty little whore in the galaxy, it’s no big deal.
You didn’t have to kill them, Iios! That great, powerful brain, you could have done anything except kill! You treat biological life like a commodity to be thrown away on a whim and it has to stop!
He let her go abruptly, as if scared of persuading himself out of it, and gave her a little shove away from him, to where she’d be out of reach of his deadly talons, away from temptation. She tripped and landed on her knees, wheezing miserably for breath, but they ignored her.
This time, they took no chances, and made sure he was secure before turning their backs on him – dragged his lethal feet in to the pole and bound them firmly.
He sagged, beaten – they’d been perfectly prepared, and he’d walked casually into their trap.
(later)
The lights were all off, but there was just enough light trickling around the seam of the window in the door for him to see by, after a little adjustment to his optical sensitivity.
He gazed down at his chest, thoughtfully; the ribbon glittered sullenly back.
He lowered his snout and after a bit of work managed to hook his teeth beneath the top of the closest loop of ribbon. Good, that was good. He closed his jaws, nipping the top of the ribbon between his incisors, and with a little upward jerk of his nose a few of the strands of quadritanium snapped. It might be close to the toughest alloy in the known galaxy, but to be so supple it was also very thin, very fine, and like any fine cloth it yielded to superior force. Good, good… Again he dipped his nose, hooked his teeth and jerked, and another few strands gave way. It took a good half an hour to nibble his way through the first loop of ribbon, but eventually he was through it.
He wriggled, and felt the ribbon slacken marginally. Good, that’s it… just a little more… Broken ribbon would loosen a lot more easily than whole ribbon, after all, and if he got it loose enough then maybe it’d all just… spiral apart, like a broken watch spring. He squirmed his shoulders, enthusiastically, tearing at what he could reach with his teeth, and felt it slacken some more.
…and the door opened.
Oh dear.
Erica looked infuriated – although Iios wasn’t sure whether that was because he’d got so close to making good his escape, that he’d even tried to, or that her associates were so inept they couldn’t keep one solitary male under control.
“You,” she snapped, closing her fingers around his snout and digging her nails in, “will learn to behave if we have to beat it into you.”
“You,” he countered, irritatedly jerking his nose away from her fingers, “will find that I respond to beatings even less than I respond to empty threats.”
Erica smiled, darkly. “Oh, they’re empty threats now, are they?”
She smirked, self-satisfied, as they replaced his bindings, and looked openly amused at his discomfort as they supplemented them with a few dozen loops around his snout and neck, pinning his head in place and his jaws closed.
“Next time,” she whispered, leaning up close to him, “and we use epoxy, too. Having to chip you out would probably not be too great for your physical wellbeing. I mean, it’d be a terrible shame to make holes in you as well, when the chisels slip…”
He turned his face away from her in distaste, and she laughed.
She paused in the doorway. “Oh, but our threats are all empty, aren’t they?” she cooed. “Just… meditate on that, if you will. I mean, if you want to test my resolve, then feel free. I’m quite sure I’d enjoy putting you in your place, bird, but I don’t think you’d enjoy it quite so much.” Another pause, and she let her gaze trail almost seductively back over her shoulder. “Of course, I could be wrong,” she murmured, huskily. “This might be why you keep on trying to escape. Perhaps you like it. Perhaps a nice thick coat of epoxy might, eh…” she licked her lips and grinned, toothily. “…press all the right buttons.”
He shook his head, urgently – he could at least manage that much.
She hmm-ed thoughtfully, waved daintily, and closed the door.
(++ later)
It was dead of night and he had been languishing alone with his thoughts when Alexa reappeared out of the shadows – swift, dainty, her little hoofs wrapped in felt to silence their beats on the deck, cloaked in a dark hooded jersey and long dark trousers.
“Listen,” she hissed, softly. “I’m taking a huge risk to help you, here, so I want an assurance back from you, all right?”
He blinked dumbly down at her, for a moment. “…what sort of assurance?” he asked, dully, at last.
“I let you go? Then you gotta help me get out of here, too. I don’t care how, so long as you just do.”
The Egg guinea pigs. :) A big credit card company uses them in their TV adverts here - "tested by guinea pigs". :) Although I liked the one where they weren't speaking, better, but I can't find that one. And here.
Edit: Found it (I think).
-----
This is from my newer idea - reaaaally rough. Feel halfway like making some sort of MAJOR plot advancement, here - aliens trying to invade Coalition space with "Synth"-type creatures (just nonsentient) and Iios going against his principles to stop them, although granted I don't know what/how/when/where/etc. :P
~~~
Realisation dawned like a sunburst; his belligerently perked ears sagged a few microns. They weren’t going to give her back because-
“You don’t have her at all, do you.” It wasn’t a question – rather just a statement of fact.
“Of course we don’t,” the woman confirmed. “Why go to all that bother abducting an innocent civilian to get to you when you’ll come here of your own accord whether we have her or not?”
The lunge caught him off-balance, teetering over his rear foot, and they slammed him hard into the pole behind him; where a biological being would have been severely winded by the blow he merely used it as a convenient cease of momentum, flung his weight forwards again. It would have worked, too, had they not managed to get a loop of broad, woven quadritanium ribbon around his chest – like contestants in a tug of war, the two burly Usurians hauled back the other way and kept him from running off. The Nyenni female snatched up the loose end of the spool and darted once more around the struggling Kiravai and thrust it at the Yurra male; as though the whole system was a set of pulleys, they dragged him inexorably back to the pole.
Iios snarled and thrashed, like some sort of landed shark, a snared lion, but even his hydraulic strength and iron will was failing him – another few loops around his abdomen and he was well and truly caught.
What they failed to recognise was that he was just as dangerous with his arms pinned – using the pole as a support, he flashed out his feet, using them like the deadly talons of a captured falcon, and snagged the Nyen’s tail in his iron grip. A quick jerk and she fell backward against him with a shriek of fright, allowing him to change his deadly grip – one foot tight around the fleshy tentacles at the back of her head, the other snug around her jawline, claws tight in her flesh.
“You will release me now,” he snarled, softly. “Or she dies.”
The woman gave a casual, one-armed shrug. “Plenty more where she came from,” she replied, idly. “Keeping hold of you is infinitely more important than that silly little whore, so do what the hell you like with her.”
They couldn’t have known about the titanic struggle going on within him, but then they probably didn’t need to. They probably presumed – foolishly – that he was not equipped to kill, and that he was bluffing.
Once more, Iios, and you’re on your own!
The albino hind gazed helplessly up at him out of wide, terrified scarlet eyes, pleading with him through her gaze. Don’t hurt me, oh merciful goddess save me.
I could snap your neck and barely think about it, he thought, feebly. And once I probably would have. But… Eri…
Kill her then. She’s worthless to us.
Who in Alopeia’s name do you think you are, to decide who is and who is not worth letting live?!
One less dirty little whore in the galaxy, it’s no big deal.
You didn’t have to kill them, Iios! That great, powerful brain, you could have done anything except kill! You treat biological life like a commodity to be thrown away on a whim and it has to stop!
He let her go abruptly, as if scared of persuading himself out of it, and gave her a little shove away from him, to where she’d be out of reach of his deadly talons, away from temptation. She tripped and landed on her knees, wheezing miserably for breath, but they ignored her.
This time, they took no chances, and made sure he was secure before turning their backs on him – dragged his lethal feet in to the pole and bound them firmly.
He sagged, beaten – they’d been perfectly prepared, and he’d walked casually into their trap.
(later)
The lights were all off, but there was just enough light trickling around the seam of the window in the door for him to see by, after a little adjustment to his optical sensitivity.
He gazed down at his chest, thoughtfully; the ribbon glittered sullenly back.
He lowered his snout and after a bit of work managed to hook his teeth beneath the top of the closest loop of ribbon. Good, that was good. He closed his jaws, nipping the top of the ribbon between his incisors, and with a little upward jerk of his nose a few of the strands of quadritanium snapped. It might be close to the toughest alloy in the known galaxy, but to be so supple it was also very thin, very fine, and like any fine cloth it yielded to superior force. Good, good… Again he dipped his nose, hooked his teeth and jerked, and another few strands gave way. It took a good half an hour to nibble his way through the first loop of ribbon, but eventually he was through it.
He wriggled, and felt the ribbon slacken marginally. Good, that’s it… just a little more… Broken ribbon would loosen a lot more easily than whole ribbon, after all, and if he got it loose enough then maybe it’d all just… spiral apart, like a broken watch spring. He squirmed his shoulders, enthusiastically, tearing at what he could reach with his teeth, and felt it slacken some more.
…and the door opened.
Oh dear.
Erica looked infuriated – although Iios wasn’t sure whether that was because he’d got so close to making good his escape, that he’d even tried to, or that her associates were so inept they couldn’t keep one solitary male under control.
“You,” she snapped, closing her fingers around his snout and digging her nails in, “will learn to behave if we have to beat it into you.”
“You,” he countered, irritatedly jerking his nose away from her fingers, “will find that I respond to beatings even less than I respond to empty threats.”
Erica smiled, darkly. “Oh, they’re empty threats now, are they?”
She smirked, self-satisfied, as they replaced his bindings, and looked openly amused at his discomfort as they supplemented them with a few dozen loops around his snout and neck, pinning his head in place and his jaws closed.
“Next time,” she whispered, leaning up close to him, “and we use epoxy, too. Having to chip you out would probably not be too great for your physical wellbeing. I mean, it’d be a terrible shame to make holes in you as well, when the chisels slip…”
He turned his face away from her in distaste, and she laughed.
She paused in the doorway. “Oh, but our threats are all empty, aren’t they?” she cooed. “Just… meditate on that, if you will. I mean, if you want to test my resolve, then feel free. I’m quite sure I’d enjoy putting you in your place, bird, but I don’t think you’d enjoy it quite so much.” Another pause, and she let her gaze trail almost seductively back over her shoulder. “Of course, I could be wrong,” she murmured, huskily. “This might be why you keep on trying to escape. Perhaps you like it. Perhaps a nice thick coat of epoxy might, eh…” she licked her lips and grinned, toothily. “…press all the right buttons.”
He shook his head, urgently – he could at least manage that much.
She hmm-ed thoughtfully, waved daintily, and closed the door.
(++ later)
It was dead of night and he had been languishing alone with his thoughts when Alexa reappeared out of the shadows – swift, dainty, her little hoofs wrapped in felt to silence their beats on the deck, cloaked in a dark hooded jersey and long dark trousers.
“Listen,” she hissed, softly. “I’m taking a huge risk to help you, here, so I want an assurance back from you, all right?”
He blinked dumbly down at her, for a moment. “…what sort of assurance?” he asked, dully, at last.
“I let you go? Then you gotta help me get out of here, too. I don’t care how, so long as you just do.”
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Date: 8 Feb 2006 01:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 8 Feb 2006 09:23 am (UTC)And I thought they were cute, as the first ones were VERY guinea-pig-gy.
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Date: 9 Feb 2006 05:41 am (UTC)Tell you what. Next time I write a story with anthro's in it (okay, first time), I'll be sure to include a few guinea's in it.
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Date: 9 Feb 2006 05:35 pm (UTC)