Dreamgod

I gazed at the tall, xenomorph cradling a small stone figure in her wings. "It's a relic of Teyn, an ancient Q'oohn dreamgod."

"I guess it's worth 20, maybe 30 credits. Primitive art just isn't selling much anymore." I reached out my hand to touch the dreamgod.

There was a flash of light and I was falling....then stretching my wings and soaring. Flash, and I tasting the fresh blood of my first kill. Flash, and I was nipping at the soft fur of my first love. I pulled back my hand.

"5000 Credits." She smiled. We sealed the bargain in the ancient Q'oohn fashion, making love until the sun rose.

Years later, I still think its the best deal I ever made. I touch the dreamgod and hear the flutter of her wings, smell the scent of her fur.

[Toast's Homepage] [Toast's Furry Art] [Short Short Story Index] [The Mayor of FurryMUCK]

Space for this page provided by PPSI Educational Software