by Mr. David R. Dorrycott
"She was a dark and stormy knight....." Kena shivered in excitement as the opening words to her favorite video show came on again. They'd picked up a few episodes several months back in a lot of such things and every since she'd been tracking down further episodes at each station they visited. Even now, with over two hundred episodes in her collection she still didn't know where they were filmed or the total number available. Somewhere was a trilogy of stories she deeply desired, the introduction of her favorite skunkette-in-leather on another show. 'Stormy Knight' was a spin off of some forgettable show called ‘Angel Cat.’ Men in togas spouting magical spells didn't interest her.
Now Stormy, in her thin leathers that got shorter as the series progressed... She was something else. As poor Krystal, Kena's lover, had discovered when she'd found all her clothing locked away with only a singly Stormy Knight outfit (just barely in her size) available for wear. Two weeks laundry duty hadn't removed the smile from Kena's face every time she remembered how her sweet kitten had looked in the costume.
Now they were in Tevnok Station. An out of the way little trading post that maybe a dozen ships visited each month. Mainly servicing a few hundred thousand small asteroids, it floated about a cheerful G2 yellow sun (for some reason there were no planets other than three huge gas monsters.) Tevnok wasn't even bothered by the Dark Guild. There just wasn't enough loot to pay the fuel costs to get there and back as the systems export was bulk elements. Tevnok was used mostly as a mail drop off and pickup point for other systems. As most mail was electronic in form even stealing the mail wasn't worth any real effort. But why where they here? Because a certain pair of Patrol agents had specifically requested them. A 'Be there or else well...' type request. Kena had toyed with the idea of making the male agent forget he had a partner and turning that luscious vixen into a pet, until she'd remembered what Mark Ton had done for a living.
She had dropped the thought instantly.
"How’s the show?" Krystal asked as she walked into their cabin, none too delicately munching on a pastry. She tossed one of the sweet treats at Kena, not even bothering to see if the mouse caught it or not. Kena never missed.
"One not last good as" Kena admitted. "Star about something missing. Chipmunk replace they bring her on. Story cast dumb use they production company regular. Moments has."
Krystal leaned back in her chair, studying the screen "Taking shots at themselves. Yah gotta be real popular to do that and keep yer audience." She returned to the papers in front of her. Collage entrance exams. Kena glanced sideways.
"I not college alone enter be again" she warned. Fingering her collar she let it sparkle a moment, ""Week I sold be know you."
"These are by mail colleges mouse, not traditional. Your getting an education or I'm gonna move out. You just don't know the right things I need you to know."
Kena paused her recording. "I not college aware BDSM had" she replied in all innocence.