Nizhoni's Tale

Title: Nizhoni’s Tale
Authors: Stardreamer and Foxfur
Fandom: Traveller Role Playing Game
Rating: NC-17 for violence and sex
Codes: M/F
Summary: This is the background origin story for Foxfur’s Traveller character Nizoni
Disclaimer: Traveller, the Third Imperium and the Vargr belong to Mark Miller and the Game Designers Workshop. They are used here without permission. All characters and locations in this setting belong to me and/or their respective Player Characters. This work is not made for profit and may not be used for such.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where.
POC: Stardreamer_90@yahoo.com

Rory shut off her data terminal and looked out the window. The suns were shining and the tawnee birds were singing. It was too fine a day to be cooped up in the house.
“Enough studying for today,” she said jumping up from her desk.
“Mom, I’m going out!” She said heading towards the door. Her mother called something back that sounded like, “Be careful,” but Rory missed most of it as she rushed out the door.

She wandered down towards the processing plant looking for something to do. The plant was on the West side of the village and consisted of a series of storage silos, automated processing towers 3-5 stories tall, and a compact fusion power plant that operated it all as well as provide the village it’s power. Many years ago Darzak Mining had discovered this mineral rich world on the outer edges Vargr Extents. The world did not fall within the borders of either the Third Imperium or any of the local Vargr governments, which made it a tax windfall for Darzak. They entered into a trade agreement with the local natives before one of the bordering governments realized the advantage of annexing the world.

This agreement had worked well for Rory’s people, as they would certainly have been exterminated by other Vargr as part of that annexation. The Vargr were descended from canines taken from Earth long ago, in the planet’s pre-history, by a mysterious race known only as the Ancients who genetically engineered them into bipedal sentient creatures. The majority of Vargr were created from the ancestors of the wolf. However, the Ancients also experimented with a few other canines. Rory’s people were one of those other experiments, having been created from the ancestors of foxes. To the humans, used to the wide variety of races in the Third Imperium, the difference seemed minor. They had fox colors and averaged 3 feet in height, compared to the other Vargr at 4’8” but otherwise they were still upright canines. The Vargr however had strong racial instincts and the Wolf majority tended to be bigoted towards the smaller variant races.

The trade agreement had established the Foxes as the local planetary government and the presence of Darzak mining personnel discouraged the Vargr neighbors from getting too ambitious for fear of getting on the Imperium’s bad side. In return, the Foxes reaped the benefits of the mining operation, they were employed to provide local labor, were able to bring their tech level up to meet Imperial standards, and the company even allowed them to use the excess power from the mining facilities.

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She found her friend Hunter, at the plant loading an air raft with some boxes as Tenan, one of the humans miners, was talking to one of his Fox assistants.
“Watch the hydrogen pressure on Cracker #4,” Tenan was saying, as she walked up. “A seal rupture during the purge could level half the village.”

Rory ran up to Hunter, her tail wagging, as he loaded the last box on the air raft.
“Hey Hunter, can you come play?”
“Master Tenan, can I go now?” the boy asked the miner.
“Oh, I don’t know,” the human said with a grin. “There so much to do with the start up for the next shift…”

Hunter knew Tenan was playing with him. The plant had been idle while the majority of the miners had returned home to unload the processed ore, take leave time, and recruit new personnel. The annual trip had come to be known as ‘shift change’. While they were gone, the automated mining equipment, under the watchful eye of Tenan and the Foxes, had refilled the ore silos in preparation for their return. They were expected to return in a few days and so Tenan was running up the processing plant in preparation. The start up process was almost completely automated, requiring only monitoring to prevent an explosive accident during some of the purges.

“Please!” The two 17 year old Foxes said in unison, wide eyed and tails wagging.
“Oh alright!” The human said, laughing. “Turn off the puppy dog eyes and go.”
“Yay!” The two ran off bouncing.

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Hunter, excited at getting the rest of the day off, did a cartwheel going down the hill from the plant as Rory laughed and ran after him. All her life, she and Hunter had been best friends and went everywhere together.
“So, what should we do with our new found freedom?” Hunter asked.
Rory thought for a minute.
“I know! Lets explore that cave up on Hanging Rock.”
“Those caves are off-limits.”
“So?” Rory said with a grin.
“Right!” Hunter grinned back.

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Hunter left to get a lantern and some other things from his house. Rory sat in the village square enjoying the sun and the signs of village life. Everywhere was the sound of children playing, food cooking, and Foxes going about their daily business.
Her friend, Candy came by with an armful of chaka fruit.
“Candy,” Rory called out to her. “Hunter and I are going exploring. Want to come along?”
“Oh sorry, Rory. I wish I could, but I have to run home. Mom says she is going to teach me to cook if it yiffing kills her.”
“Oh, well. Good luck,” Rory said grinning. Candy’s house was considered a combat zone by most of the villagers when cooking lessons were going on. The swearing could be heard half way across the village. Everyone knew that it was hopeless, including her mother. Rory secretly thought she just used the cooking lessons as an excuse to swear.

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Hunter came out of his room carrying his pack. He paused to smile at his baby sister, Raney. Raney was sitting in her walker, giggling. and wagging her tail off as the family pet, Slink, ran circles around the walker as he often did when excited. Slink was one the small, six legged mammals common to the planet. And many of the Foxes kept them as pets.
“You’re home early.” Hunter’s mother commented as she came in to see that little Raney wasn’t giggling because she was into mischief.
“Yes, Tanen said he didn’t need me anymore today. Rory and I are going hiking.”
“Alright, you two have fun. Don’t wander too far, I expect you back in an hour when I comm you for dinner.”
“Ok, Mom.” Hunter said, glad his mother hadn’t pressed him on where they were hiking to. She would certainly have forbid them from exploring the caves.”

Hunter’s mother watched the boy leave and grinned. Hunter and Rory were growing up and the childhood friendship between them was developing into a mutual crush. Everyone in the village knew it, except for Hunter and Rory themselves.
‘Some day soon they are going to wake up,’ she thought, ‘and those two are going to come back from ‘a hike’ bearing each other’s mark.’

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An alarm from the main console caught Tanen’s attention.
“Blaze, there is minor hydrogen leak on seal 13C on Cracker #4,” he said, indicating the reading, to his Fox assistant.
Blaze actually wasn’t his actual name. Like most of the Foxes working in the mining communities, he went by an Imperial Galangic nickname which most closely represented his actual Fox Vargr name.
“Hmm,” Blaze said looking at the readings. “It’s not too bad, but it is too risky to leave it. I’ll run up and put a temp patch on it and we’ll replace the seal after the startup is finished.”
“Sounds good,” Tanen agreed. “Remember to turn off your comm. We don’t want any stray sparks around that leak until it is secured.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Blaze said and, grabbing a toolbox, headed out the door.

Another, less urgent, signal drew Tanen’s attention. It was the readout from the automated landing beacon at the landing strip. A ship was coming in for a landing. It looked like the next shift was early.

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Rory followed Hunter through the dark tunnels illuminated only by the light of his lantern. She couldn’t figure out why but she was finding herself fascinated with the silhouette of his ears in the light. She had never noticed before how his head tipped slightly to the left and the left ear twitched when he stopped to examine something.

Rory, lost in these thoughts, missed the hole hidden in the shadows of the tunnel. With a ‘yip’ of surprise, she slipped into the hole and found herself rolling and tumbling down the incline.
“RORY!” Hunter cried and leapt after her, only to find himself tumbling and sliding after her. He came rolling out into a bed of sand at the bottom of the short tunnel. Somewhere along the way he had lost his lantern but he didn’t need it. The small chamber was lit by a shaft of sunlight from an opening somewhere above. Lying in the middle of the light was Rory.

Hunter jumped to her side, grabbed her up in his arms and pulled her close to him.
“Rory! Rory! Are you all right?” He asked anxiously.
She grabbed onto him, trying to recover her balance. She found herself gripping a handful of fur on his back where his jumpsuit had torn open during his fall. It somehow felt good in her hand.
“I’m fine,” she reassured him.
“I was so scared.” Hunter said holding her tighter. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you, Rory.”

All time and thought vanished as Rory tentatively licked at Hunter’s muzzle. They looked into each others eyes, and then she licked his muzzle again. This time he responded in kind. He pulled her closer as their hands began to roam.

“But I thought…” someone whispered.
“So did I,” the other whispered back.

Hunter nuzzled at her neck as she caressed him and pushed herself against him. He found his body responding with a desire he never knew he had for his old friend. A desire she was definitely returning.

He instinctively sampled the scents coming from her body. Desire, lust, and more importantly, her fertility; there could only be one result if they continued.

"Rory, if you want me to stop, if you don't want me as much as I want you, tell me now, tell me to stop.” Hunter moaned.
''Don't stop Hunter. Oh please, don't stop!” Rory whispered back. ‘‘I want this. I want you."

He licked at her muzzle as his hands found and undid the fastening to her clothing. They parted slightly, only long enough to strip the clothing from each other, before embracing each other again.

Hunter tipped his head back with a moan as Rory nuzzled his neck. Her hand reached down and tentatively touched his manhood inside its furry sheath. She watched in fascination as its pink tip extended out in response to her touch. She stroked him with increasing firmness, prompting more and more of the red shaft to emerge.

Hunter’s hand slid between her legs and found her rapidly moistening opening. Rory groaned in pleasure as his fingers sank into her warmth. Their passions swelled and, uncertain what to do or how to proceed, their instincts rose to the fore. As his need grew, Hunter suddenly gripped her neck lightly in his fangs and growled into her neck, awaiting only one thing to find his fulfillment. But Rory controlled the next step. Instinct demanded, particularly when the female was fertile, a submission. He couldn’t take her unless she allowed it.

Hunter’s inexperience caused him to whimper, suspecting a rejection, when she pulled away from his embrace. But the whimper turned into a low growl as she turned, dropped on all fours, and lifted her tail in an age old invitation. Hunter could restrain himself no longer and lowered himself over her. She let out a ‘yiff’ of pain but also fulfillment as he slid into her waiting depths. The pain gave way to pleasure as she adjusted to his fullness.

Hunter wanted to go slow, to have their first time last, but his body was having nothing to do with the idea. He was soon driving hard and fast into the receptive vixen below him. Her moans of pleasure urged him on and he very quickly felt himself starting to swell inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up and back into his chest. His movement inside her was becoming more restricted as his tie formed. With a yelp of pleasure, Rory reached her climax, causing her body to clamp down on his shaft, locking the tie in place. Hunter growled as he emptied the first load of his hot spunk into her fertile womb and, following though on instinct’s demands, lowered his fangs to her neck, marking her as his life mate. As he continued to empty load after load of his seed into her, he lifted his neck for her to mark him in return.

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Tanen saw an air raft approaching from the direction of the landing field. He went out to meet it, shading his eyes against the smaller sun to see it. After a moment, he began to make out the passengers.
“SHIT!”

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Candy's father wandered out into the street to get away from the noise in the house as the cooking lesson proceeded. He always thought it improper for women to use such language, but even he knew that Candy couldn't boil water without it catching fire. Why his mate insisted on trying to teach her what she had no talent for was beyond him. He reached into his pocket for the pipe there and started to fill it. He was distracted by a loud commotion, even louder than the one in the house, coming down the main road into the village. The pipe dropped to the ground, unlit.