Yiff Control

By Allen Kitchen

Oct 13 1997

All rights reserved

Opal (c) her player

Kirii (c) her player






	"I still can't believe you are doing this Kirii."  Opal mumbled 
nervously.


	"Oh, keep your feathers on, Opal." Kirii shot back.  "It's no big 
deal."


	She and Opal were inside Kirii's garage.  There were a number 
of smells inside the closed room, some familiar, others less so.  There 
were also a number of jars and vials along the wall.  Some of them 
were glowing faintly, giving evidence that they held something 
magical.  The area was strewn with books and magazines, in total 
disarray.  Scraps of sewing material were heaped against the wall in 
plastic bags.  It looked less a garage and more like a storeroom.


	"I just think you are going a bit overboard Kirii.  That's all."


	"Name one time I've gone overboard Opal."


	"Dog collar."


	Kirii shook her faun head, but concentrated on what was sitting 
on her workbench.  Without turning, she replied. "Okay then.  Name 
another.  And could you hand me that screwdriver please?"


	Opal kept her white feathery wings tight closed, and picked up 
the screwdriver.  She took a few steps toward Kirii, and handed it to 
her.


	"Here you go." She sighed heavily.  "Looks like I'm doomed to 
be your partner in crime, no matter what.  Guess I may as well help 
you."


	Kirii laughed at her as she took the screwdriver in her hands.  
"You really do worry too much."


	"What?  Me worry?"


	"Yes, you worry."  Kirii chuckled as she twisted the 
screwdriver.  The bottom lid in the staff on her workbench sprung 
open with a snap.


	"Well, I have reason to worry Kirii." Opal said as she crossed 
her arms across her chest.  "I can't believe a sweet young innocent 
lady like you is doing this."


	"Sweet young...  There must not be a lot of oxygen on your 
world Opal.  Pliers, please."


	"Here.  And there must be a better way than this."


	Kirii took the pliers, and began pulling out greenish thread 
from the opened end of her staff.  Lots of string.  She pulled the 
material out of the staff while she spoke to her best friend.


	"There may be Opal.  Then again, maybe not.  Doesn't really 
matter though.  I'm am going through with this.  I have to.  I've had 
enough.  I hope I don't have to use it, but I'm going to have it handy 

just in case I do."

	Opal watched Kirii's modifications with interest.  "You've gotten 
along fine without it so far."


	"Only because I teleport out of harms way." Kirii replied.  "But 
running away doesn't fix the problem Opal.  It just stays put, waiting 
for me when I return.  Frankly Opal, I'm getting tired of the whole 
damned thing.  So I'm going to put a stop to it.  Cutters."


	Opal reached over and handed her the cutters.  "Speaking of 
magic, just how did you get that thing to begin with?  That not the 
type of device you and I can easily purchase, you know."


	There was a snap as Kirii snipped something.  "I know a couple 
of heavy duty wizards Opal.  One of them owed me a favor."


	"I know some heavy duty wizards too.  But I've never seen one 
them drag something like this all the way from the lower 
dimensions."


	Kirii shrugged.  "He said it was no big deal.  Can you hand me a 
roll of that wire?"


	"Stainless, or aluminum?"


	"Stainless please."


	Opal walked over to the far wall, and took down a small spool 
of metal cable.  She then walked back and set it down on Kirii's table.  


	"Just promise me you will keep your temper when you carry 
that thing." she urged.


	"Hey, you know me."


	"Exactly!" Opal replied, grinning.  


	Kirii turned for a second, stuck her tongue out at her friend, 
then resumed working on her staff.


	"Just what set you off like this in the first place Kirii?" Opal 
asked, scratching her head.  "You've been going out to the park with 
me and without me for over a year now.  You know what to expect."


	Kirii kept her gaze on her work as she threaded some wire 
through a hole in the base of her staff.  "I got hit on again Opal.  
Repeatedly.  By that same damned wolf as before.  The lupine just 
won't leave me alone, no matter what."


	"So?  That's nothing new."


	"That's my point Opal.  Some males can't take no for an answer.  
Must be something in their genes."


	Opal nodded.  "Yes, I know what you mean.  Sometimes I have 
the same trouble, married or not.  Normally I just flash my claws, 
and they get the hint."


	"Well, I don't have any claws Opal.  I'm only a helpless little 
faun."


	"I believe you said something about a lack of oxygen?" Opal 
chuckled at her.  "I can think of a lot of things to call you.  But 
helpless isn't one of them.  Especially if you start carrying that!"  She 
ended her sentence by pointing to the odd-shaped staff Kirii was 
working on.  


	Kirii snapped the lid to the bottom closed, and began to adjust 
something with the screwdriver. 


	"Hopefully," Kirii said excitedly.  "just having this thing around 
will repel some of the lowlifes."


	With that, Kirii set the screwdriver down, and hefted the 
weight of the staff against her body.  


	Kirii pressed a button, and the staff sprung to life, whirling the 
stainless steel wire around so rapidly it couldn't even be seen.  The 
only clue that the cable was there came from the airy whisper as the 
wire sped through the air.   The garage with filled with the roar of 
the tiny gas-powered motor on Kirii's staff, and the air was thick 
with the exhaust.


	Opal just shook her head.  Shouting above the noise, she yelled.  
"And what about the other lowlifes Kirii?  What happens to those 
males who still insist on you laying down and spreading your legs for 
them?"


	Kirii smiled, and spun around with her staff.  There was a loud 
PING as the staff swung past a broom laying against the wall.  Opal 
watched as the bristle end of the broom fell over and laid flat on the 
ground.  The rest of the handle fell back to earth a second later, a 
few feet away.


	Opal winced, and put her hands over her privates.


	"Oh, Kirii!" she cried.  "I'm not even a male!  And I STILL felt 
that!  Ouch!"


	Kirii pressed the button once more, and the engine quickly died 
down.  The noise in the garage vanished as her new weapon shut off.


	"Well Opal." Kirii said, quite pleased with herself.  "Not a bad 
use for a weedeater, if I do say so myself.  What do you think?"


	"I think the emergency room is going to be busy tonight."


	Kirii hugged the worried-looking winged feline with her free 
arm.  "Silly kitty." She soothed.  "I'm not going to hurt anybody who 
doesn't deserve it.  I'm not looking for any trouble.  But the next time 
somebody won't take no for an answer, I'm gonna get em where it 
hurts.  And you know I'm only gunning for those rotten slobs who 
don't know when to give up."
	
	Opal was still nervous.  "Knowing what kind of males I see in 
the park these days, you're probably gonna run out of gas."


	Kirii took Opal by the paw, and started to lead her through the 
garage door outdoors again. 


	"I doubt it." she replied to the snowy-colored feline.  "Worst 
case, I will have to use it one time.  And if I do, every guy in the 
park will teleport away, clutching himself."


	"You sure?"


	"You did Opal.  Well, you didn't teleport away, but you were 
horrified enough.  And you aren't even male."


	"True."


	Kirii placed the weedeater across her back on a leather strap 
like a broadsword.  "Like I said Opal.  Worst case, I will have to use it 
once.  Then you and I will never have to worry about any male 
bothering us like that again.  Word will get around real quick about 
what happens to people who pester us."


	Opal wasn't convinced.  But she knew Kirii well, and knew what 
kind of trouble the faun could get into even when she wasn't actively 
looking for it.  There was no way Opal was going to let her go off to 
the park alone today.  Not with that modified weedeater.  

	Opal shook her head, and let out another resigned sigh.  

	"Alright Kirii.  Let's get this business over with.  If you and I 
are going to jail, at least let's try to get there before dinnertime."


	Kirii held Opal's hand, and concentrated on calling the teleport 
spell to send both of them to the central park.


	Opal studied the wicked looking wires dangling from the 
machine as the air around them began to shimmer.  


	"With your luck, you'll run into a gargoyle." Opal moaned.  "He 
may enjoy your new toy."


	"Well, there is always dynamite!" Kirii laughed as the air 
sparkled brightly about them for a second, then stopped as the spell 
took them away.


end