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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Guardbro on 2025-12-10 17:08:58+00:00.

“Come now darling, I think they will look quite nice on the shelf! Plus our lovely daughters could use a little treat, don’t you think?” He said, touching his nose to hers lightly, but still in a loving way.

“... What in the fuck is wrong with your parents?” Mohki said in open horror, watching the change in Tyllia’s mother the same way one would watching someone peel off their skin to expose a new person underneath. “Why is she speaking with a German accent?!”

Lirya smiled in an awkward way, looking towards Tyllia with faltering turns of the head. “W-... Well, she has… a wonderful mastery of English, eh? Don’t you think so, Mohki?”

“Where did she learn it from, a movie villain?” Mohki responded, which pulled a nervous laugh from Lirya in a hope to diffuse the situation.

Tyllia let out a world weary sigh, the dark ring around the bottoms of her eyes coming back with full force. “They uh… they’re… unique. At least they only brought their station staff and left the rest of the crew on the ship.”

Mohki whirled around in outrage to once again look at the crew standing awkwardly beside Tyllia’s parents, as she had assumed that was the entire crew of the ship, not just on-station staff.

“They’re going to call for me soon, and will want to leave the station as soon as they have me so they can go see my sister.” Tyllia said with a groan, watching her mother and father depart the desk. “They’re going to have me cornered.”

The twinge of fear in Tyllia’s voice spurned something inside Lirya’s chest, and she looked towards Tyllia’s parents. She felt like she needed to do something brave, to do something… selfless, like the Humans who had given it their all during their fight against The Pactless.

If no one was there to be Tyllia’s last stand unit…

Lirya looked up at Mohki, who looked back at Lirya… then squinted at the Kafya as she wagged her fluffy, white tail.

“No.” Mohki growled, shaking her head curtly as Lirya began to smile. “Nooo way.”

“Oh come on, Mohki.” Lirya said sweetly as she wrapped her arms around Tyllia’s, who looked around in confusion.

“No and come on what?” Tyllia asked, her fur suddenly hackling as hard as her mothers. “What are you two talking about?”

“We are not going with her!” Mohki shout-whispered. “You saw her mother, that would be like getting into a tarry-lift with a demon!”

Lirya pouted. “We can’t leave her alone, you see how distressed she is! It’s not like you don’t have seven months of leave time you haven’t used, you told me yourself that they have been… marching up your butt about it!”

“I said they were getting up my ass about it, but the answer is still no!” Mohki growled back.

Tyllia, understanding what was going on, whirled her eyes around to Lirya, aghast. “Lirya are you crazy?! My mother would be able to reach escape velocity if you got on her ship! She only hires anili for a reason!”

Lirya just smiled at Tyllia, patting her bicep with a calming, pawed hand. “It’s alright, I have dealt with that kind of stuff all my life! If being alone with your parents leaves you in this state, at least I would take the heat off of you for a while.”

The offered sacrifice caught Tyllia so off guard that, for a moment, she felt a little emotional, a lump budding lightly in her throat.

“You… Lirya, you would be miserable around my mom.” Tyllia whispered, then cracked a smile. “I mean, I was miserable around my mom, even before I got here.”

Lirya shrugged. “Well, better to be miserable together than alone, right Mohki?”

Mohki, resigning herself to the death sentence out of pure entrapment by Lirya’s unwavering loyalty, slowly pulled her data-slate away from her belt. “Yeah… sure. Why not.”

After a few minutes, Mohki was given three months of paid time off by her overjoyed HR department, Lirya and Tyllia got a leave of absence authorization from Miss La, and Tyllia got a message from her mother to meet them at the terminal so they could leave.

Lirya was surprised Miss La approved their leave of absence authorizations so quickly, but just shrugged and tried to keep Tyllia from going to pieces as they slowly walked towards her parents.

Tyllia’s mother and father, more to the case of her mother, chose to simply wait at the terminal than venture further inside the station. Her father was rather keen to look around, but he knew that his wife would throw a fit, and instead decided to do his looky-loo’ing on Earth instead.

When Tyllia arrived with not only a brown furred Kafya, but a white fur standing at her side holding some kind of horrible stuffed animal, the three were surprised that Tyllia’s mother didn’t combust on the spot.

“What in th-?!” Tyllia’s mother had begun, her eyes bulging at the sight of the warrior-clanned Kafya and the curse-fur, but her husband was more keen.

“Tyllia, my sweet child!” Tyllia’s father called out joyfully, wrapping his daughter in a great hug. “You made friends! I always knew you were able to! Darling, look, your daughter made friends!”

Up close, Lirya was further taken aback by Tyllia’s parents; Her father was far more slight than he had appeared, clearly bookish in nature with soft eyes that spoke of a character not normally known to those of the yellow fur. Her mother on the other hand was lean, wiry, and coiled like a beautifully forged spring, her beauty only second to her temper.

“It’s a… you’re socializing with a…” Tyllia’s mother stammered out, her ears pinned and face enraged as she looked Lirya from toe to ear tip.

“Goodness.” Tyllia’s father said, setting down his mentally exhausted daughter and looking over her shoulder. “You have certainly chosen unique companions!”

Tyllia’s mother spat out “Nedwo tra-” but her husband swept in front of her, blocking her hackled fur from view.

“Let’s see now…” Tyllia’s father said, setting his hands on his hips in a friendly manner and leaning back, looking up at the taller Mohki. “Piercings! And you seem to like your black clothing! Goodness, you must be one of the fearsome warriors of the Blackmoon clan!”

Mohki’s ears perked up at this, and she let out a wry smile, offering a spike bracelet-adorned hand to Tyllia’s father. “Uh… yeah! I am, actually. I work here on the station and hang out with these two when I’m not on duty.”

“In the warehouse no doubt! Judging from that muscle tone.” Tyllia’s father said chirpily, nodding his head towards her well muscled arm. 

Mohki let out a girlish, embarrassed laugh, something that made Lirya smile and Tyllia roll her stressed eyes.

“She’s a filthy-!” Tyllia’s mother spat out as she leaned to the side to point at Lirya, but was once again blocked by her husband.

Tyllia’s Father smiled at Lirya in a different way, offering his hand to Lirya with a kindness she had never known a yellow to do. “Anguin adi Lirya, it is good to see you so safe and happy here on this station. Thank you for seeing after my Tyllia, she can be quite the handful.”

Lirya, for lack of words, was starstruck by Tyllia’s father, her eyes wide, ears perked, and tail wagging as she happily shook his hand.

“I am Kohan Rhidi, and this is my wife Icirit.” Kohan said graciously, pulling his wife around to his side with a guiding arm. Despite her clearly over-boiling rage, Icirit behaved within the arm of her husband. “I don’t think you may meet my other daughter, Nam-”

“Lirya and Mohki want to come with me, Dad.” Tyllia said, the words bursting out of her mouth in a rapid onslaught before she passed out from holding them, pointing to the Kafya beside her. “They haven’t been to Earth yet and don’t want me going alone.”

Icirit visibly recoiled at the words and vibrated like the contents of a shaken soda can, while Kohan brightened at the idea like it was an icecream bar.

“Your friends want to come with you?!” Kohan cried out, clapping his pawed hands together. “Smashing! It would be like a girls trip! Darling, I don’t think Tyllia has ever had a girls trip before…”

“On our ship, on our decks!” Icirit hissed, her muscles so flexed that they were visible under her fur, her well cut dress straining at the leg. “On our ship?!”

“Of course, darling.” Kohan said, touching his nose to her cheek and diffusing her rage like an icecube to a burnt finger. “How could we make Tyllia’s friends travel separately? Come, come, let’s all go then!”

Icirit looked positively alarmed, turning to look at her husband in a panic. “Anshuki, no! We can’t allowing a bedamned ned-”

*“*Of course we can, darling, she is the same size as the rest of us!” Kohan said with a kind smile, and his wife pouted at him before glaring over her shoulder at Lirya as he turned her. “Now come, let’s get aboard so we can go down to Earth, we have an express beacon thanks to checking in on station. Don’t worry about clothes now, we’ll buy you all whole new wardrobes down on Earth, fine shops down there so I hear, very fine. Now, great warrior Mohki, was it? I have always wondered why your clan was so very much into Human piercings, would you mind if I asked you a few questions?”

“Er… I suppose, Mr. Rhidi.” Mohki called out as she trotted up beside the yellow furred Kafya, Lirya trotting after her as Tyllia tiredly brought up the rear with the staff. “What exactly were you wanting to know? Before you ask, yes the one on my lips hurt like a bitch and bled, its why a lot of people have fake ones, and you can’t see all the piercings, some are on my-”

“Mohki!” Tyllia cried out as Lirya giggled, slapping her hand to her face and dragging it down her face so her eyelids stretched. “Do not tell my father that!!!”