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Hooves and Fangs Among the Stars----- (Pazzo x Moon)

Marshmallow-Minnow

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An imperial class star destroyer.

The great triangular thing a sight to behold...and Libi Agana wished she could be 'beholding' it from much farther away...or at the very least, not directly on it.
The cervine appearance female walked with her hands behind the small of her back. She was dressed in modest gray garb, a short sleeved wrap like top that fit snug around her considerable chest before going into the narrow slop of her waist and filling back out at her dense hips, the garment ending in a uneven skirt and some mid-thigh shorts just beneath. A curvaceous appearance for the mostly cream but accented honey pelted one.
Her spotted oval ears that protruded from her shoulder-length layered scarlet hair gave a solid 'flap' every 3 or so minutes and were the only things that hinted at her inner turmoil. Her heart beating so loud as she walked behind the empire-recruiter, she was amazed her ribs were not broken beneath the drumming.


She was not a stranger to a bit of trouble, though usual it was her own mischief that landed her in various pickles, nothing like this though... Now, it was her passion for navigation that put her in the hot seat.

When the recruiter had approached her, having learned about some of her expert steersmanship, it wasn't as though she could simply say 'no', well, perhaps she could have...but she might have ended up with a laser blaster through the chest if she declined in too disrespectful of a way. And with her impish personality at times, she didn't -always- know what was the most 'respectful' way to respond to someone.

So she had said she would be 'up for an interview sometime'...not realizing 'sometime' would translate to him as right after she boarded his pod-craft then and there, and took her to this ship waiting above her temporary-home-planet.
So much for a cagey answer she could weasel her way out of later.


Now she was in the midst of a dangerous fleet and she needed to get the fuck out of there.

The recruiter was reading a pad with some sort of relevant info on it, Libi couldn't be sure as she did not recognize the language, but with his head down she figured, now was a good time? They were finally out of eye shot of anyone else, for a brief second.
She saddled up right next to him, taking a casual exhale as she waved her arms in front and behind herself, letting the other get used to her swaying limbs, be comfortable with the motion and noticing the in his peripheral vision, and as she glided them near his side, she closed her fist tightly and then pressed down with her pinky on a certain button that was hidden beneath her wrist wraps.
A plume of pearl pink wafted right out of the fibers of the garment and upwards, but it dispersed quite quickly so it's bright shade was not too overt unless one was prepared for it.


The mist fluttered up and directly into the head-hunters nose, and for two more steps, he was just fine, but on the third...

He suddenly stopped, his hand against his stomach as it gurgled, "Ugh...w-wha?" He lurched, bending over and still holding his own gut, "Ah...ow."

"You ok there sir?" Libi feigned worry, doing everything in her power not to smirk as she gave the man a gentle pat on the back.

"Y-Yes...just...give me a moment I- ULP!" He placed his fist against his own mouth, dropping the electronic device and eyes widening, the realization hitting him as the bile struck his uvula, "I-I'll be right back, stay here." He rushed forward, searching for the lavatory like his life depended on it.

"Suuuuuure thing, yup yup, waiting -right- here! Uh-huh!" She balanced on her heels with her hands together behind her back, and then rocked forward on her toes, like a child waiting patiently at school, watching with a quirk of her brow until the man turned the corner down the corridor.
The buxom doe reached down, snatching the device he had dropped, before she spun around faster and twice-as-less graceful as a ballerina and speed walked the opposite direction.


Ok, she had 20 minutes while he puked his guts out without end and would therefore be unable to do anything.
Him dropping this official looking gadget was a boon she hadn't expected but was endlessly thankful for. She quickly placed her index finger to the screen and started searching for sigils and words she recognized, zooming through and trying to pause and hide every time she heard footsteps around her.
Oh...shit...how would she get -off- the vessel? She could navigate her way through 30 different systems without a glance at a map or star chart, but figuring out which damn buttons to push or how to guide the controls was as lost a talent on her as flight was to the wingless birds of Zekudao.


She'd need a pilot...but how was she just supposed to go up to a empire pilot for help? 'Uh sir, I'm not supposed to be here can you drop me off at the next planet, hell, even the next moon with a port?'

No no there had to be-

Her finger finally stoped swiping, and she recognized the sigils.

'Prison Sector Roster.'

Who more would want to get out of here than someone who was held captive?

She clicked on a few names, searching and searching until the word 'pilot' like a sign from heaven was etched beside a specific name, and more importantly, a specific jail cell number.

Perfect.

Whether she were divinely blessed or just really good at sneaking, the fawn-woman made it to the bay without being spotted, and she began to tip toe along the passage, holding the gizmo close to her weighty chest to help hide the light emanating from it, her bespectacled jade eyes searching in the dimmer light of the area. Hmm, perhaps they kept it dark to keep the spirit of the occupants nice and bleak...what a dreary thought.

She was just about to make it to the number of her hopefully-savior, in fact she started to see the shape of -someone-...quite colossal within, being in view herself of the occupant, but then she heard a door 'ssshhhhh' open, the mechanical sliding making her oval lobes do an anxious flinch.
She looked directly up and spotted some haphazard pipes and bars that made up the hull. She ran at the bars, jumped, pressed her left foot into one of the rails, and then shot off and up at an angle so as too grab some of the trappings of the chamber. She put the pad in her mouth to hold it as she swung her legs together like a trapeze artist and then folding on on herself like a ball within the ducts. A roller-polly hanging off a big metal pipe.


She didn't look to see who was walking down the hallway below her, eyes clamped shut as her elbows shook in the curled up angle she was dangling, trying to breath as quietly as she possibly could while the sinewy in her arms began to cry from the strain.

Step. step. step. step. step. step. step.. step...

And when the gait was completely gone, she unfurled her knees from her stomach and dropped down, though her feet hit the ground a bit too roughly and she tripped back and onto her peachy rear with a huff, and with the stress of it all for a moment she laid back down completely, 'fwumphing' right onto the floor back-first, her arms spread like a starfish with the important pad over her stomach.


She could hear the blood rushing in her ear, her mound like chest rising and falling faintly with her breath as she muttered in relief, but not too much relief considering she wasn't out of the thick of it yet, "For the love of the fuckin stars. My gods, ugh."
 
"Zarr" as he was called, Just crouched in his tiny cell, feeling his rage build up within him like a furious tide. How in the hells could he have been so stupid? "Oh", trust me." That damn Toydarian had said to him. "Just do this one run, and your debt it paid." And so, the smuggler had reluctantly agreed. His prison room was small even by human standards, and even smaller to an average sized Shistavanen. Zarr however was large even for his race, towering over most people at an even ten feet high, weighing in at roughly six hundred pounds.
He growled low and deep in his chest, rumbling the walls all around him, as if he was absorbing the very darkness of the prison around him.
He would squeeze that damn treacherous Toydarian until the scrubby little hairs on his abdomen bled.

Zarr just shook his head. He had dealt with Ratto numerous times in the past, and after well over a hundred successful runs, had come to trust him.

Never again.
That bastard had set him up, sending him forth on what he thought was a standard issue smuggling run, knowing full well a damn Imperial patrol was in the area. He was used as little more than a distraction. A decoy. Balthazar wanted to stand up and roar as his anger grew, only to fall silent, as he heard what sounded like the pattering of little hooved feet down the hallway.
His jackal-like pointed ears perked up, as his muscular neck turned his huge, lupine head to face the barred door, making his heavy chains rattle a little.
His eyes opened slightly, bathing the area in a dull, reddish glow. The results of one of many invasive experiments that imperial scientists performed upon him. They had discovered a type of creature with symbiotic bacteria in its eyes, that made a creature able to see in the infrared spectrum, in exchange for a safe place to live and thrive.

A painful experience to be sure, having his eyes ripped out by little human hands, and then replaced with the eyes of some other poor unlucky creature.
The huge, black furred wolf man just grunted at the memory, and kept his eyes only partially opened, as the bright lights of his cell caused his light sensitive eyes a small ammount of discomfort. He saw what looked like a small, reindeer like female humanoid running towards his cell, only to jump off of it, and disappear somewhere into the ceiling outside of his cell, outside of his view. His eyes opened a little wider, as he pursed his lips around his fangs.
His muscles creaked as he stood up, slamming his head into the ceiling. He grunted, and swore low under his breath. Had he not been distracted, his keen ears would have picked up the sound of the four storm troopers marching down the hallway, hammering out their steps in mindless, self sacrifice to that accursed human centrist empire.

He though to leap at the bars, and grab one with his mighty muscled claw. Oh how satisfying it would be to rip them to complete shreds while their comrades screamed in terror, but alas, his chains were specially forged for bigger, stronger creatures like him.
He just waited for them to come into view. His great furred cheek's billowed out, as he spat at them in disgust.
His aim however was just as bad as theirs was with their blaster rifles, hitting the bars. He flattened his ears, and let loose another rumbling growl as the ignored him.
A few moments later, after they were out of earshot, he then heard what sounded like a very generous, peachy like behind hit the ground just outside of his cell.

Zarr didn't look in her direction, but chuckled, as he inhaled the air around him, his keen, wolf nose taking in her scent. He found it stimulating his more vestigial neural pathways, awakening his more less evolved desires to hunt down, and chase prey animals for sport.

His voice was low and deep, rumbling and rattling the bars to his cell as he murmured. "And who might you be? Some tender morsel sent to tempt and torment the hungry animal they haven't fed for about a week?"

He was of course exaggerating a little. The scientists insisted on keeping their prized test subject well fed before their arrival in a few days, but it made for good conversation.
 
Libi felt her hackles stand on end and her shoulders lifted off the ground while her curvy form flinched from the guttural noise that graced her elliptic ears.

Ooooh what the fuck was that?

She sat up abruptly, causing the electronic display to topple over herself and 'flop' against her thick lap. Her cherry head whirled around, the fluffy almost curly tresses a bit of a mess around her head like 'fae' creatures from certain planets folklore.

She looked to what the Prisoner Roster had called 'Subject 227, Balthazar' and saw a mountainous Shistaven huddled in a cage much too small for its gigantic self. Like a bear in a dog cage.
For a second, considering she was a Ceruvian, there was that instinctual tension that welled up in her chest, considering the history between their species, almost making her roundness beneath her shirt swell all the more and the inclination to pick herself up and bolt away was enough to make goosebumps litter her flesh from ruby head to hoofed toe.

The speckled maiden was, as inappropriate an expression as it might be, like a 'deer caught in headlights' for a moment, completing fawning beneath the red beam of those eyes and the implication rolling off his tongue.

She swallowed, and, with desperate times and all that junk, she forced down the blip of fear, as she did most negative emotions, snatching the screen from her haunches and coming up to a stand, though she couldn't get herself to get too close to the bars, "Uh, nope, Name's Libi, and I'm more like you're ticket outta here...aaaaas long as you don't say any other creepy shit about eating me, kay?" Her words tumbled out of her little moonlight muzzle too fast to allow him much time to respond yet, because, well, -they- didn't have much time, turning the electric pad in her hands and then his way to show him what she meant, "See? I got the key right here."

The code to unlock the doors, specifically -his- assigned door, was aimed for him to see, "Before you ask 'what's the catch?', here it is;" Despite the trepidation of letting what she couldn't help but view as a literal beast out, her cavalier charming smirk pushed on, despite the fearful flap of her ears and the twitch of her tear-drop shaped tail. She let her index finger hover near the 'unlock' button, "You're a pilot right? Well, I set you free, and then you get us -both- the hell outta here with one of the, I assume dozens of other ships they have cooped up here somewhere on this big ass hunk of metal...deal?"

The heavenly shapely one's finger came achingly close to pushing the button to his freedom, again, ignoring the way her veins were boiling and her natural inclinations wanted to recoil, too used to hiding any non-happy or at least sassy emotion from view to allow such serious responses so she just seemed to be treating this like a, slightly anxiety inducing, game.
 
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Zarr chuckled, with it evolving into a booming, echoing laugh that would be the envy of the Emperor, if only the Sith lord could hear him. "So, you wish to hire me then?" The hulking wolf smuggler said to her, licking his gleaming, exposed fangs. "They prey wants to hire the predator?" He growled through his menacing grin. "Fly you away from this damnable mile long dagger shaped waste of metal?" He continued, trying to stand up, and grasp the bars with his mighty clawed hands. "Steal a ship from their inventory, and cause all manner of mayhem?" He continued, his voice getting a little incredulous, as he chuckled even more, unable to contain he bestial glee. "All in exchange for my freedom, and the promise that I won't say any more creepy shit about eating you?" He roared, laughing at the top of his lungs.

He stopped laughing, and then took a posture of demure professionalism, his long jackal ears twitching.
"You make a stiff offer young lady, but you have me at a disadvantage. Let me out of here, and I promise to help you steal a ship, and fly you away from this damned place." He growled. "I simply ask that you add two Twinkies and a donut to your offer, and you have a deal."

The massive wolf man then fell silent, letting his offer hang in the air before her, the tension so thick you could almost choke on it.
 
Libi's lips flattened into a full straight line, though still trying to smile with her eyes as this lupus like formation released a cackle so deep that it sounded almost more like a growl than his first words had. He looked no less intimidating, and seemed to not be trying to either, as he licked his chops. A bit of surprise welled up and she couldn't stop herself from taking one step backwards as those behemoth hands latched around the beams.

She was surprised he didn't just berserk out and rip himself free, he looked strong enough that was for certain, though, she imagined there were likely mechanical fail safes keeping him at bay.

The voluptuous doe wondered to herself, 'was she -really- going to set this guy free?'

His laugh raked up her spine like he had placed his claw on her shoulder. Her dollop shaped tail twitched, and even though this hulking figure was giving off that might-be-bat-shit crazy vibe, she felt a sort of...heat, emanating from between her thighs.

W-Well, sometimes fear could cause, umm, unintended side effects?

It was...surely it was nothing.

Libi -pointedly- ignored it, and though she was as confused as fuck about his last request, wondering where she was supposed to find a Twinkie and a donut? It could just be figured out at a later date.
She made one last quip, "Well if we're adding things to the list, maybe tone it down on the evil laughter too? That was a -cackle- if I ever heard one. Not subtle, my guy." Her lily finger hesitated as it hovered over the button, and it was like her ancestors were crying directly into her ears from the past, saying things like 'flee', 'stay away', and 'don't free the wolf' and other such things, but with her eyes snapping shut and her shoulders shaking, knowing this was basically her only way to freedom, she muttered, though her voice cracked, "D-Deal!"


She pushed the button.

A ominous 'ch-sssshhhhhh' resonated as the bars of the cell lifted up, and the chain about his neck just, fell open.

The cushy eared cervid could practically feel his -essence- expanding out into the corridor way before he even did. Again, she wanted to hide behind her own comic 'genius', but once the bars were all the way up and there was nothing in-between them, no barrier to stop mountainous ranges from finding the diminutive short-horned one, the little vanilla and cinnamon fawn stumbled backwards, her back bumping into the opposite wall nervously as she sought a bit of distance, her heart pounding in her chest, like it was trying to escape if the rest of her body wasn't going to.

Her breath was a little heavy, her tongue darting from her mouth and swiping over her lips as she attempted to crawl out of the fog that was swirling within her mind. Her prey inclinations all up in arms as it bayed her to run, but she managed to keep herself from doing so, "O-Okay, umm, so, you've been here longer then me so, just," She gestured erratically with her left hand, her wide hips giving a faint quiver, "Just, uh, ya know, umm, l-lead the way. Lets get the hell out of here, right?"
 
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