This choice: Zafirah's parents, the gracious warriors who keep watch over mankind. • Go Back... No matter how many times you'd seen the dining room, the grandure always amazed you. The walls and floor were spotless, and cast from a gleaming white metal that looked sleek and inviting, and seemed to reflect the sunlight in such a way that every corner of the room seemed to be glowing (that metal didn't exist anywhere on Earth--the Anthros mined it en masse on their homeworld and built their ships from it; only now was it starting to be imported). The long tables, as big as stadiums to you, were also made from a sort of pitch-black marble that looked like solid shadows against the white room. There was even a hologram projector by the table's end--one of the Anthros' science fiction imports--by the counter; a small podium about hip-height for Zafirah, glowing blue but not projecting anything.
You felt yourself gulp when you say who was seated at the far end of the table. Two alligators, older and larger than your mistress and covered in black scales; wearing grey uniforms. Her parents, Kara and Tycho: veterans of Earth's conquest and the Anthro Imperium's appointed governors on Earth. They both perk up as Zafirah takes her seat, a fresh plate of pancakes already there.
Kara gives her daughter a fanged smile from across. Like Zafirah, she had a slim figure with just a bit of pudge in the chest and rear...and an athlete's muscles rippling under her uniform; every bit a warrior. "Still a hard sleeper, eh my daughter? For a moment I thought we'd have to pull you out of bed before your breakfast got cold." Her icy-blue eyes flicked to you and you flinch. "And be sure to save some scraps for your human; he needs to eat as well...even if his stomach can't hold as much as ours." Her forked tongue flicks out and licks at some stray syrup on her muzzle...you briefly imagine a tank and its crew going into her maw, and shudder.
As Zafirah reaches up a gentle claw to pet you, Tycho gives a low snort from his seat next to her. "Kara my dear, sometimes I think you enjoy our superior size too much." If his wife was built like a warrior, he had the figure of a stone wall: standing a head taller than his daughter, with broad shoulders, barrel-chested, and every muscle bulging even under his clothes. You'd heard he'd once picked up an oil tanker and swung it like a club during the war. "The humans may be tiny, but they're Imperium citizens now."
"And he's already afraid of you..." Zafirah mumbled, still petting you. "No need to keep scaring him...thanks, Father."
Kara gives a musical chuckle, her car-sized fangs showing. "Oh, dear; am I really that sinister? I guess I could behave better around the humans...alright, Zafirah. I'll try not to scare your human so much."
"Thanks, Mother," your mistress says as she lowers you to the table, by her plate. She lowers her head and nuzzles your form. "Sit tight, little guy. I'll save you some pancakes!"
After a filling breakfast, Zafirah and you....
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