Challenge #01811-D350: Special Classification — Steemit
Human Steev had a pet, which was also Stiiv. It was a bird. A Terran parrot known as an African Grey for reasons that were clearly obvious. And, like most parrots, it was the devil incarnate.
Terran Parrots are officially classed as weapons of mass destruction for reasons that quickly become obvious the more time one actually spends in the presence of one. They gnaw at anything within range with their sharp, hard beaks and contain enough intelligence to think of the worst possible thing to do. They also contain enough mischief to go do it. Immediately.
Terrans who trust these malevolent dinosaurs on their shoulder are forces to be reckoned with. And Human Steev is one of the reasons why.
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Challenge #01810-D349: Who's A Pretty Boy? — Steemit
It had to be a human ship. Ugly. Functional. Battle-scarred and pitted with a million micrometeor impacts. But there was frozen precipitation and high winds incoming. Nothing could survive it better than a Deathworlder ship. So Tikkotz scurried inside and hoped that the human would be benevolent.
It was a huge space. Mostly made of metal, but there were softer areas. Seating. Bedding. Hangings, for some reason. There was no trace of the human, beyond that which they had left behind. And an avian sitting calmly on a perch. Actively in the process of destroying a nut.
“Fuk dis shit,” said the avian. “Shaddup, Cocky.”
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Challenge #01786-D325: No Pets! — Steemit
“Oozagoo’ critter? Oozagoo’ critter?” Baz continued chucking the alien life form under its chin. Its hind leg waved vaguely in self-scratching motions. “You is! Essoo'iz! Essoo'iz! Esso'iz such'a good critter…” Baz paused from adoring the alien beastie to check on her team of alleged xenobiologists.
They were all hiding behind a rock and some had their stunners drawn. Lots of them were taking their survival meds.
“Guys?” said Baz. “What the flakk?”
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Challenge #01774-D313: Tiny New Friend
Giant sapient space spiders meet tiny Earth spiders – TheDragonsFlame
You need a great amount of arachnophilia to deal with the H'nuff'ruff. The mere sight of having a gigantic spider sneak up on one is not for the faint of heart. Fortunately, Sally thought they were cute, and wore a speech-to-palp-sign translator almost permanently on her brow. She also had a palp-sign-to-text translator permanently running on her eyescreen.
So she definitely did not jump when tapped delicately on the shoulder by a claw attached to a gigantic, hairy, spider arm. She even knew who it was. “Yes, Filestra?” That was not, strictly speaking, her name, but it was as close as she can get.
“Human Sally, I have found a baby,” said Filestra via the translator app. Another raised limb had a very small spider dangling from its own thread. “It needs medical care, it’s so tiny.”
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Challenge #01759-D298: Hazardous Associations
An unknowing (group of) alien(s) tries to take a human as a pet, thinking ‘It’s small and cool-looking.’ Problem is, Humans are to them as velociraptors are to humans. – TheDragonsFlame
It was quadrupedal and had no bowel control. It had to be an animal. That was the reasoning that lead to Heatstone becoming a pet in the first place. Cho'nish frequently bragged to her friends that Heatstone was a rescue pet. They had hir in simply terrible conditions. And the training was going so well. It was so cute. Heatstone thought ze was people.
Ze was such a cuddler. Which was great when the nest heater failed. Heck, they saved so much on the power bill. Just snuggle up to Heatstone on the awful, chilly, stormy days. But it was weird, Cho'nish said. Heatstone was starting to imitate her. Walking on two legs. Doing hir business in the bio-pit. Ze was even… babbling.
Heatstone was such a curious pet, too. Into everything. Cho'nish had to make locks for the storage arenas where the hazardous things were. And she had to put guards on all the power outlets. But all the other maintenance tasks were so… enjoyable. And Heatstone keeps… growing.
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Challenge #01451-C356: Nice Doggy
“Aww! Whose a cute little puppy- poo!”
“I have seen dogs. That is definitely no where near a dog,”
“Oh, leave the little cutie alone,”
“I’m serious, are you blind?” – OohLookShiny
Gorqax sighed. “Look. I can tell you’re going to be pedantic about this. A dog is a non-cogniscent deathworlder mammal of Terran origin that is quadrupedal, fur-bearing, and carnivorous.”
“Yes, that is the definition.” Plegg rolled hir eyes.
“This creature that I am currently grooming is also a non-cogniscent deathworlder mammal of Terran origin that is quadrupedal, fur-bearing, and carnivorous.”
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Challenge #01412-C317: To Sleep…
At around 3am she discovered the neighbours had a rooster – OohLookShiny
It was the worst night of her life. And it started in the airport.
Her flight had to sit in a holding pattern for so long that she worried that it would fall out of the sky from lack of fuel. Then the TSA “randomly selected” her because she looked brown enough to be a terrorist, and insisted on searching both her and her things while she verbally catalogued everything in her suitcase.
Then she had to run like hell in order to catch the last courtesy bus of the evening or face having to wait two hours for the next one.