Making ends meet

 

Fuchsann, Falcon and Snowen have now traveled to an early part of the 21st century, USA. Tired of not having any proper beds, they take into the nearest and best hotel they could find. “Cough up a credit card, 20-13,” Snowen orders his multi-sphere. The 20-13 unit spits out a credit card, and Snowen shoves it into his bandolier. They enter the lobby and walk straight to the reception.

Falcon says “Give us a single-room,”

“But, you three are together, right?” the receptionist asks.

“Yeah..."Falcon replies.” “And you three are gonna share one room with only one bed?” she asks. “Uhm...Yeah...” Falcon says again and snags the credit-card from Snowen, and puts it on the counter.

“You do know that that 'Fuzzy-con'-thing ain't before a few months?” the receptionist says and runs the card through the machine. Fuchsann shudders at the word “Fuzzy-con”.

“So what's with the costumes?” Snowen replies: “It's not costumes, it's...”

Falcon interrupts: “...It's a VERY expensive surgical procedure,”

The receptionist rolls her eyes. “Kids today and their fashion, as if piercings and tattoos weren't enough... Ah well, have a nice stay,” the receptionist says and hands them a keycard, then she mumbles: “you fucking group-sex-freaks...”.The furred ones enter the elevator, and exits it on the 3rd floor. Fuchsann unlocks room 69 with the keycard. “Bed!” Fuchsann shouts and dives into the queens-bed. Falcon goes to the bathroom.

Snowen turns on the TV, and starts zapping.

Fuchsann goes into the bathroom and finds Falcon staring at himself in the mirror. “What's wrong, honey?” she asks.

Falcon sighs “Of all the inhabitants of Noo'Rahd, why us? You know...”

Fuchsann puts her arms around Falcon, whispers: “Back there we couldn't have done this...” and kisses him. Falcon smiles: “I'd better check up on Snowen,” and walks out of the room. He sees Snowen watching porn, then Snowen turns around and asks: “How come I never see you two doing that?”

A toilet flushes, and Falcon says: “Turn that off before she sees that. I don't want her getting any ideas,” Fuchsann comes in, sees the TV and says: “Hey, Falcon... How come we've never done that?” She looks at him with a grin. Falcon buries his face in his hands and mumbles: “Oh boy, now she wants reproduction...”

Fuchsann turns to Snowen. “Can't that tin-can produce small things of synthetic materials?” Snowen answers: “Yes, if you're thinking of condoms I think 20-13 should be able to do that,”

Fuchsann's grin widens and she turns to Falcon.

“Don't even think about it, Fuchs, “ Falcon says with a low voice.

“Awww, c'mon! We're gonna share a bed, so let's make something of it...”

Fuchsann makes puppy-eyes at Falcon and walks slowly towards him.

Snowen turns off the porn and says: “Sex looks like fun...so if Falcon doesn't want to, I can give it a shot,”

Falcon slaps Snowen in the back of his head. Falcon says“You, stay away from her...” points at Snowen, “You, are getting lucky tonight...” points at Fuchsann, “I, need to get something custom-made from 20-13,”

“20-13, co-commander; Falcon, transfer.” Snowen orders his equipment unit, and it hops into Falcon's palm. He then enters the bathroom.

“So, Snowy...Is it really true that Sky-Tech actually erased your feelings?” Fuchsann says while getting onto the bed.

“Yes, they replaced my so-called “useless” emotions and filled the cavity with combat knowledge,” Snowen says a bit burdened.

“Is there anything I can do to help that?” Fuchsann says a bit worried.

“No... Only Falcon and my operators are the ones who can help me. Though Wekka helped a bit, there's nothing that can bring her back...” Snowen says saddened and turns to the porn-channel.

A loud, almost girlie-like, scream comes from the bathroom. “What a turn-on...” Fuchsann sarcastically remarks and gets up from the bed. Falcon yells: “I said a little bit tighter! Not castration! You fucking piece of shit!”

Fuchsann opens the bathroom-door unnoticed and sees a lot of blood on the floor. Falcon keeps yelling at the unit.

“Give me back my dick! I'll melt you down if I don't get it back, you hear!”

Snowen pushes Fuchsann aside and walks into the bathroom. “Falcon, you did turn it to medic-mode? It was in weapon-mode last time I checked it...” Snowen grabs 20-13 and presses it on several spots.

Fuchsann listens from the other room, dying of laughter. “Here is your penis back,” Fuchsann hears Snowen say and laughs even harder.

After about 5 minutes, Snowen and Falcon comes out of the bathroom, Falcon rather bloody and Fuchsann lying on the bed.

“Had a good time, boys?” Fuchsann says and starts to laugh. “I'm taking a shower, hopefully my “thing” won't fall off...” Falcon says and Fuchsann laughs so hard she falls off the bed. Falcon slams the door behind him and Fuchsann manages to get a grip on herself and gets back into the bed. Snowen pulls a cable from 20-13 and connects it to the back of the TV. 20-13 transforms into a headset, and Snowen puts it on.

Fuchsann can't remember getting up, but walks slowly towards the bathroom while pulling her top off, smiling. She opens the door slowly and grins, Falcon hears nothing but running water. Fuchsann's shorts drop and she kicks it of her foot. Falcon grabs a bar of soap from a wall-mounted soap dish, turns towards the shower-curtain. Fuchsann pulls the shower-curtain aside, giving Falcon a total brain-shutdown. His mouth hangs open, and the soap pops out of his hand. “See anything you like?” Fuchsann says and looks Falcon up and down. “ai-ai-ai...” Falcon drools, “I lost my soap...” She strokes his chest. “Your wounds have...healed,” she smiles. “Let me pick that up for you,” She bends over to pick up the soap, waving her tail in Falcon's face. She closes her eyes in anticipation of Falcon's next move. Upon reopening them, she finds herself still in bed, dressed. “Dammit!” She exclaims.

Snowen is still watching a porn-channel, and Falcon is still in the shower. Then the sound of running water ceases.

Falcon stares deeply into the mirror as he dries himself off. He rubs the towel in his ears and sighs. “What am I supposed to do? A horny, and utterly foxy fox... A seriously confused warrior... And me...” He gets his shorts on, bearing a sad and confused expression. “I wish I were home, eating blood-plants without worrying about the next day,” Falcon steps out of the bathroom. “Ehm... Snowen?” He asks “Where are you supposed to sleep?” Snowen looks away from the screen for a second. “I don't need to...” He then turns off the TV. “I'll just go and do my kind of sleep in the bathroom,” Falcon picks up his clothes and weapon and dumps it beside the bed. Snowen kills the light as Falcon gets in with Fuchsann. She wriggles out of her clothes, but keeps her underwear on. Falcon lies with his back towards Fuchsann, sad and frustrated, too proud to show his tears. Fuchsann snuggles up to him, knowing he's not happy. “What's the matter?” she asks in a warm, understanding way. He rolls onto his back. “I don't want this...”

“What?!” Fuchsann exclaims. His tears sparkle in the sharp moon-beam from a crack in the curtains. “I want you... But I don't want to live a life like this,” Fuchsann sits up and looks at Falcon. “I know what you mean... But I think you're doing great. So, why stop now?” Falcon sniffles and covers his eyes with his forearm. “I just don't want to be so... so significant,”

Snowen stands alone and firm behind the shower-curtain, in the pitch-black bathroom. His eyes are covered by the metallic blob, which engages him in a chat with his operators.

Star watches over her client, while filling out several forms, and looks forward to her rendezvous with death later this evening, as of it being a big bonus on Falcon's and Snowen's behalf.

Fuchsann can't help but let a tear moisten Falcon's neck, lying snuggled up to his back, worrying about herself, but mostly the gray-furred one.