Saina 1 (Patreon)

@Werer Stritchy requested a scene of Saina having magically swapped into Kanti's body. What an unusual request! Let's find out what he'll do when he's Kanti...

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Saina groaned and tried to sit up, but that just made his head pound harder, so he laid it back down. His bladder was getting near bursting, so he needed to get up, but he was clearly going to need a few attempts before achieving any sort of success.

He let out a heavy sigh and took a moment to look around the room. Ugh, what a dump! he thought. Over the last several years, Saina had grown accustomed to waking up in strange beds without clear memories of how he got there. He’d been a hard-drinker back when he worked in accounting, and after getting busted down to driving a dozer at the recycler, he’d been drinking hard enough to make up for any lost time.

The ship’s gals seemed to like him, and apparently overdrinking didn’t frighten them away, so he’d ended up on more one-night-stands than he could recall. And why not? Krakun medical science was advanced enough to cure most anything he could catch, and no gal was getting pregnant by accident, so what better way was there to spend an evening than drinking and getting stuck up under some gal’s tail?

But looking around this bedroom was making him wonder if maybe inebriated Saina wasn’t quite as picky as hung-over Saina was. The gal may have been pretty, but what deck were they on? Was this deck twenty-five—the very bottom of the ship? Though not dirty, the room was tiny—just a hair bigger than the bed itself. And the walls looked as if they hadn’t been painted in centuries!

Great. I’ve screwed my way all the way down to the bottom of the ship, he grumbled to himself. Surely, I couldn’t have slept with every single gal on the higher decks yet, could I have?

He sniffed and wrinkled his muzzle in disgust. Yuck! It smelled like the recycler here. He had to be on twenty-five, so close to the recycler than the smell of rotting organics seeped in under the doors, through the cracks in the walls, clinging to everyone’s fur…

He groaned and lowered his ears with worry. Then he cautiously raised the back of his forearm to his nose for a sniff. Please tell me I showered after work! Please say I didn’t climb into this gal’s bed smelling like trash!

Sniff.

Oh jeez. That’s not a pleasant smell.

If it weren’t for his pounding head and queasy stomach, he’d probably have gathered his things and snuck out already so he wouldn’t get stuck doing her laundry and having to apologize over and over for bringing his work with him into her bed.

Saina quietly lifted the cover and was just starting to roll over the bed’s edge when the gal behind him rolled over in her sleep and draped her arm across his chest.

Shit.

Now he was trapped. Unless she rolled back, there was no way he’d be getting out of here without waking her. And judging from the pressure on his bladder, he didn’t have time to hope that might happen.

He sniffed at her arm and wrinkled his muzzle harder. If anything, her pelt smelled even stinkier than his did! How in his father’s name did he manage that? How did he get so much stench on her that she actually smelled worse than he did?

He lifted his paw to touch her arm and froze. The arm across his chest was far too big and muscular to be any gal’s!

Saina closed his eyes and cursed himself. Shit! Shit! Shit! Now, you’ve done it. You got so drunk you actually fucked one of your coworkers! He cautiously opened his eyes and stared at the arm some more, trying to connect it with the other drivers. Is that Alil’s arm? Stet’ho? Oh please, father, don’t let it be Stet’ho!

Stet’ho was terrible at keeping secrets. He blabbed everything he heard the moment he heard it.

His bladder was starting to hurt, so he couldn’t wait much longer. He lifted the arm and began to roll out underneath it.

“Saina? You up?”

He froze and blinked. That voice was certainly husky, a guy’s baritone, but it was most certainly not Stet’ho’s!

He knew that voice!

In a panic, Saina scrambled out of the bed, so he was standing beside it, his shoulders against the wall and his knees against the mattress. Panting hard, he stared at the bed’s remaining occupant while they wiped the sleep from their eyes.

“Tish!” he nearly exploded. “Oh, thank the ancestors. For a moment, I thought you were Stet’ho—” Saina covered his muzzle with both paws. Oh shit! You stupid, stupid, crusty tailhole! Now, you’ve gone and done it. You’ve bedded your own ancestor’s-be-damned boss! Where will you go when she fires you? Are there any other jobs left on this stinking ship that they’ll let you have?

Tish stared at him, taking a moment to tilt her head. “Stet’ho?” she mumbled with clear confusion. “Why would I be him? What do you mean by that?”

“Oh nothing!” Saina whimpered as he worked his way closer to the door, taking tiny centimeter-by-centimeter side-ways steps and trying not to get tangled in the covers. “A bad dream, I guess! Ha! I mean, come on. Stet’ho? Why would I be in bed with Stet’ho?”

She sat fully upright. “Are you okay, Saina? You’re acting … really weird.”

“Wow! I must’a really tied one on last night,” he muttered as he slipped out of the room. Calling over his shoulder, “How much did I drink, anyhow?”

With a hurried look in each direction, he spotted an open door that had to lead to the bathroom, and he bolted for it.

“Uh… Nothing,” called Tish sleepily from the bedroom. “You were drinking those vanilla sodas you like so much.”

Nothing? That didn’t sound like him at all. Saina couldn’t recall the last time he went to bed sober.

And then fucking Tish? He wouldn’t have done that on a dare. Whatever in the hells he was drinking last night, it sure-as-sin wasn’t vanilla soda. When he finally got to the toilet, he urinated with such force that he could barely control his aim. It was like holding a firehose with one paw. He was tempted to use both, but he used his left to keep a death-grip on the counter, afraid he might lose his balance.

Whatever I was drinking … it was a lot of it.

Saina took one deep breath after another, waiting for the splashing sound to finish, but there was always more urine, and draining his bladder seemed endless. Eventually, he got bored and started looking around the tiny bathroom: the poorly-painted walls, decorative soaps in a basket, plastic flowers in a bowl, two toothbrushes…

He looked down into the toilet bowl for a moment before his eyes returned to the countertop. Two toothbrushes. Two. One, two. Toothbrushes.

He closed his eyes and tried to swallow. The tinkling sound changed to a splatter, and he opened his eyes again, adjusting his aim so he’d stop pissing on the seat.

Shit. Tish has a mate! Did I know that? Have I ever seen him?

If Tish could bench press a hundred and forty kilos, then what about her mate? Without a doubt, he was going to die. And how could he possibly hide from his boss’s mate? The ship wasn’t big enough!

When did her mate get off of work? Was he headed home now? Could Saina get out of here in time? He just needed to finish pissing, collect up his stuff, apologize, and run!

With one final squirt, he finished his business, only to turn and find Tish’s broad frame blocking the doorway.

Saina gasped as Tish leaned in close. With one paw gripping the side of his head, she laid a gentle kiss between his ears. “You sure woke up in a funny mood,” she laughed.

“Oh yeah. Heh,” he chuckled in a really forced laugh. “You know me, Tish! I’m a funny guy. Always doing crazy things!” He tried to grab some toilet paper to wipe down the mess he’d left, and the roll spun as if it had been mounted on frictionless bearings. He grabbed the thing and ripped it from the holder after it had only dispensed enough of the single-ply to clog the drain twice.

Saina looked back up at Tish with a pained expression on his ears. He chuckled nervously, and she just stared, shaking her head slightly.

“Well, uh, perhaps in your own way, I suppose?” she said. She grabbed one of the toothbrushes and rinsed it under the tap for a moment before dispensing some paste and started brushing her teeth.

He was trapped. Not sure what to do, he tried putting some of the paper back on the roll, but it was just getting wadded up and soon the roll wouldn’t turn, so he stuffed the remaining wad in between the roll and the wall.

“Heh. Um. Hey, Tish?” he muttered as she brushed her teeth. “So, um, what time does your…”

She turned to face him, and he stared at her necklace a moment. Her face was so far above his that he had to crane his neck to look at her in such close quarters. Eight blue beads, all the same color! Tish didn’t have a mate! So, who’s toothbrush was this?

“Your, um, boyfriend come home?” he finally asked.

Her ears lifted in surprise, and she took a moment to spit foam in the sink. “My … boyfriend?” she asked. Then she put her fingers on his ear, gently pinching it between her fingers so she could judge his temperature with her thumb. “I’m starting to wonder that myself. Are you feeling okay, Saina?”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m fine.” He raised his paws defensively and pushed her paw from his ear. “But, um, your boyfriend?”

“My boyfriend?” she repeated, sounding even more confused.

In his frustration, Saina snatched the second toothbrush up from the counter and waved it in her face. “When is your boyfriend expected home?”

She stared at him a long while, her grey eyes shifting back and forth between his face and the cheap plastic brush. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Eventually, as if unsure what to do, Tish picked the toothpaste tube off the counter and handed it to him.

“Okay…?” Her tone held no understanding, just the sound of someone who wanted to exit the conversation. She kissed him between the ears a second time and left the bathroom.

“How about some eggs?” she called from the kitchen. “Perhaps with a full stomach you’ll stop acting so … whatever you would call this.”

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Reviewer's link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1g-6YQy6ucW0w0tnYaKsC-ayKFEe_qEYe9EINzBhY3qo/edit?usp=sharing

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