Murder of the Dinosaur Eggs
From Create Your Own Story
Note: Unfinished
You are Detective Chief Inspector Daniel, a Docodontidae, of the most effecient police force at this time, Jurrasic-Mammalia Precinct. It is, regretfully and extremely obviously, made of mammals, and dinosaurian crimes are of the highest priority.
You have a tent fit for a commander. It is spherical and large. There is a large table in the middle with a whiteboard in front of it for discussing plans and such. At the end there is a small screen, set there for video and photographic presentations like this one so the superintendent, Sally, a Shuotherium, takes her place there, to give you your latest task. Your desk is also here, on it lies an exotic computer for research during the nights, its memory so much larger than the normal computers for other inspectors. Other than that, along the sides of your team's discussion room and your office lies various equipments and weapons that you might need, and lower medals that you don't use.
DCI Jaliyah, a Juramaia, enters the tent, flanked by her two bodyguards. Instantly the two of you make eye contact, narrowing your eyes like fiendish cats about to fight over territory. Both of you see each other as a hated rival. Higher command was to be granted to one of you, not shared like some trivial ceremony. But your mutual hatred stretched back even before the announcement of the raid. You are the firstborn son of the most powerful clan in your region, having a large stronghold of food that people pledged loyalty to harvest from, she is the firstborn daughter of the second most powerful clan in the region, rivalry and hatred is only natural. You always thought she'd bribed her way into the force. You'd asked your parents but they wouldn't hear of it.
"Very well, I have come. Let's hear of this assignment and be done with it," Jaliyah says disdainfully at your superintendent.
Jaliyah stands about your size but is a bit slimmer with more fitting land-tailored feet. Her thick brown fur flowed together, as one, like a river all over her body. She makes herself at home on one of the seats at the table.
"Yes, DCI Jaliyah, I shall inform you of the crime issued between the two of you," your superintendent says ceremonially despite the disdain in Jaliyah's voice, further confirming your suspicions.
"During this crime you shall both be tasked with solving the case and bringing your reports back to the mother-land Jurrasia-Homius. Each aspect of the report shall be judged and valued by the tribunal dinosaur council."
As your superintendent speaks you and Jaliyah resume eye contact, neither one of you blink, staring at each other with unquestionable hatred.
"In each aspectof the report a winner shall be decided. The one who brings the most logical reasoning before the tribunal shall be awarded one point. If both your answers are deemed to be of the same value then no points shall be awarded to either of you." Sally says and then makes a small pause.
"So the maximum points either of you can get is three, if the whole reasoning is deemed superior to your opponents items that is. Depending on how many points you acquire different prizes for the winner will be issued. If the contest ends in a draw then the both of you shall be deemed equals, co-commanders in every sense of the word."
"That will never happen!" Jaliyah spits out.
"I concur!" you quickly reply, "all the answers you bring in shall seem like blatant contradictions next to mine."
"Insolent Docondi!" She spits back. The both of you take a step forward but are quickly stopped by your respective entourage. Minvir holds you firmly, "remember the rules Detective, they come from the Tribunal, we cannot disobey on threat of being eaten."
You take a step back, Jaliyah´s bodyguard says something similar so she too falters. Sally resumes as both of you go back to staring menacingly at each other. You enclose your fist and feel the rage burning inside you, just standing in the same room as this particular mammal is enough for you to become enraged.
"If however one of you win by one points advantage, then the winner shall be considered the superior co-commander. Nothing shall happen to the loser, and thus shall not the penalized in any way except accepting the title inferior co-commander, but still a commander none the less."
Your sister takes a big breath before continuing. "If one of you wins by two points, then the established rules of Jurrasia Penaltia II shall rule."
Both of you instantly break eye contact and stare with surprise and worry at the superintendent. Jurrasia Penaltia II is an often used prize for the victor, but it's often the most severe one for the loser. It involves the loser giving away all glory to the winner, falling to Corporal, and serving as servant to the Jurassic Lords for a year. In the context of the would mean that the loser would relinquish the title of co-commander, and subscribe all glory and leadership to the winner. It´s not the severity of the act that unsettles you, both you and Jaliyah knew it was coming, you just expected it to be the most severe one. If JPII is awarded at two points then that must mean a three points win is more severe.
You both watch the superintendent up on the podium, staring at her anxiously for the information.
"If a victory of three points is to be achieved, the loser is to face total and unrestricted enslavement to the victor, for the rest of her life."
Both of you stare blankly forward. Chills run down your spine, and you imagine that Jaliyah feels the same. Enslavement, unrestricted access, what fatal victory. Suffering a Humiliation loss would easily have been the most shameful act you´d ever be forced to perform but enslavement, to Jaliyah, the thought cannot even be considered.
But Jaliyah crawling at your feet, shaved and chained, and eventually trained to service your every need. Teaching that arrogant animal her proper place at your feet. Food rights! The thought makes you salivate. It would be glory far beyond that you´ve ever experienced, the firstborn daughter of the Jurainmaia clan serving you as a slave!
Jaliyah seem to have similar thoughts of her own. After a moment of fear and hesitation both your eyes quickly narrow again as you stare at each other with new and tremendous hatred.
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"I shall enjoy training and castrating you Daine of Char, that cock of yours has made you far to prideful. Once you're on your knees, servicing my clit and asshole, you´ll find your true place in life SLAVE."
You growl at her before responding. "Hrmm, there´s a lot of things I can do that you can´t Solaria. You have never been penetrated before no? Good, save that sweet pussy for me, I bet you are a loud screamer."
"Commanders there is still the question of the items themselves." Your sister points out, her voice not affected by the tense moment at all.
"The items are the following. First; a trophy, the skull of a slain foe, elf, beast, or other, the nature of it doesn't matter just its prestige."
"Second; the most valuable artifact, again the nature of it doesn't matter just its prestige."
"And last; the most valuable slave. Here the person in question does matter. Matriarch Mecinia of the House of Char has strongly specified the Queen of Heartwood forest Faylin and her two twin daughters Isis and Iris as the most valuable items. It has also been declared that since the Queen´s daughters are twins, they shall be judged as one item. That is all."
As your sister stops talking silence fills the room.
Solaria then speaks, "Well, let the competition commence then. But if you´ll excuse me and my sisters, this tent looks like the mating grounds of an entire goblin tribe. I must take my leave before my latest meal escapes me."
She walks silently out of the room and leave you alone with your allies.
Minvir, Rainye, and your sister Treccia gather around you.
"I´m sorry sister-superior that I could not inform you earlier, my relig..."
"It´s fine Treccia. I understand what even children do."
"What now High-Huntress?" Rainye asks.
You think. The competition is top priority, you cannot bear to lose to that woman. Faylin and the Heartwood elves must be subdued, at any cost. But at the moment you feel angry, and more annoyingly, frustrated. You need relief. The night has come, homely darkness sweep the land. It´s time to have coitus with someone.
What do you tell your loyal huntresses?
MOTDE: "Kris the huntress questioned my rights as High-Huntress, let´s make an example of her"
MOTDE: "Solaria of Valon, that shiteater doesn´t know her place, let´s disgrace that bitch´s clan!"
