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: approaching high clearance zone. g-chip read

: clearance key accepted

 

Junkyard 3

I hear them, the changeling hounds, hungry for a streamlined honey bottom. I’m doused in oil from the bulky rafters I’ve repelled from, flipping through the argon clouds, legs spread eagle as I land on paws, all four. I know there is no out-running the gang so I taunt them with my perky tush still glistening in mineral slather. I clasp onto my bare ass, spreading my cheeks enough to wink at the oncoming hounds, who begin to salivate profusely with an unquenchable appetite for young hairless tail. I know what they want. “Come and get some”, I sass. As they approach, I notice the well-hung leader strutting in a frenzy of arousal, followed by a crew of bulky mongrols who can hardly wait to taste my cream.

The Junkyard

I wandered into a junkyard and started crawling on all fours. I’m a leopard on a chain leash. The changeling hounds chase me into a corner. The service utility droid walking me shines under the fluorescent surveillance lights.  I bend the lights with my bladework, backwards on my heels. The young yard night guard on duty approaches, torn denims exposing his lumber. I scribe my name with my blade into his pistol, and choke his game with my chain.