May I ask the next dance?

Story by Aries_Hausdorff on SoFurry

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#16 of Asgard United Habitats

In Asgard there do exist Mutts. Lala is one of them. And with the canine population growing continuously, Mutts are becoming more and more common. But what does it mean for the population , the society at large?How might mutts see themselves?


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Lala stood under the large potted ferns overhanging leafes. She was a mutt, her father a 1st gen husky, her mother a 2nd gen dalmatian. Her father had ventured out in an armored worksuit when her mother's shuttle, badly damaged from a failed extraction-mission to Midgard, had crashed on the landingfield and had taken out both rescue vehicles by the freak accident of breaking apart on impact, both secondary boosters breaking out of the airframe and impacting on the rescue vehicles. The cockpit fragmented and jettisoned the crewmembers crash-cages, but her mothers crash-cage fired the stabilizer-rockets designed for operation in a planetary athmosphere at 1g gravity. She got thrown clear over the craters ringwalls, almost 20km away from the landingstrip. Lala's father was one of the members of the ringwall-crews which maintain the meteordefense and radar-observatories along the ringwall high over Central Command Habitat. When he saw the crash he immideatly got into his worksuit and ran out to find the person that got ejected much to far.

Well, one thing lead to another.

Lala looked at her hands, the small , long palms and the short stubby fingers with the prominent pawpads, a 50% mix between the graceful strong hands of the 2nd gens, and the canine paws of the 1st gens. Her body stoop upright, but it was more of the barrel shape of a feral canine, her shoulders slender, no visible human-type breasts but instead pronounced 1st gen, feral-like teats. Large, floppy ears, a muddy-grey fur with short coarse hair that'd never grow to the length of her mothers wild mane.

Lala was glad that she managed to modify a human's pullover and trousers template to match her bodyshape. The garments, woven from synthetic emerald and nylons, hung loosely around her body and helped cover up her bodyshape. Lala stood beside the entrance to the "Crystal Skies", the hottest club in Central Control Beta Habitat, and listened to the music inside. It was Friday, and aside of the Emergency crews and the military and space monitors everybody was out to relax or have a party. The "Crystal Skies" Club was very special, for, here regularly human males singers sung, either live, or as cameo's to records from Earth.

Lala loved the voices of humans, so warm and rich and full. But she was neither here nor there, so she'd never attract the attention of a human, as her muzzle was broad and short, her head much too large for her body, and everything about her was just... Tap-tapclick, tap-tapclick ... the noise was barely audible under the music from the club.Every canine knew that noise immideatly: The walk of the Commander, the white haired boss of the humans in the Asgard habitats, the chief judge for the Habitats and also the judge for the military, the master of ceremonies . Beside him in an elegant, low cut blue dress the Alpha Bitch was walking, they were heading to the Club! Lala hoped they wouldn't notice her behind the thick foliage of the giant fern. Suddenly they stopped, and the Alphabitch leaned to her husband and superior, whispered into his ear and he laughed and slapped her buttocks in a playfull gesture she laughed back and hugging each other she suddenly left. He looked after her for a moment, gazing at her golden tail wagging happily in the rythm of her steps, then he turned around and headed onward to the club. Lala breathed more easily. The Alphabitch would have scented her, but the old human... He stopped and looked over to the fern. He cant see me! "Hey, as I really don't like going all alone to the club, why don't you accompany me there?" Lala stood motionless. "Yes, I mean you under the ferns. I see your hindpaws, you see? I'm old, but not blind." He laughed softly and stretched his left hand out, hefting his cane under his right arm. Hesitantly Lala stepped forth and tried to look everywhere but at him:"Now now, such a lovely lady shouldn't stand outside here all on her own, Lend me your strong hand. I can't dance with a cane, you see?" Lala stepped closer and his large hand gently wrapped around her slender hand, and then he carefully put his weight upon her arm. She was easy able to support him, Lala found. He walked slowly and deliberately and went into the club with Lala at his side. The music stopped for a moment as several members of the Asgardian armed forces stood up to salute, but the Commander shook his head and shouted into the silence:"You stupid doolts, no Insignia on my shoulders, see? I'm here in fricken Incognito, so please make an old man happy and at least try to act like he's managed to do so." Giggles and laughters and extra precisely executed "Yes Sir!" shouts were the response, then the music started again. The man on the stage took the microphone into his hand again and the discjockey, also a human , switched the music back on.

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The two stage dancers, wearing little more than neckties and Boxershorts were a bit uneasy, but their female companions, slender 2nd gen Retriever-girls wearing exactly just as little as the males, pulled them back into their coordinated gyrations around the dancepoles on the clubs stage when the singer took up his song. The Commander in his smoking looked hopelessly overdressed, and looked as much out of place as an Aztec priest would look in a modern medical facility. Still nobody laughed when he put his cane away and with a methodical slowness bowed deeply to Lala and asked with his rich vibrant voice:"Milady? May I ask this dance with you?" Lala's tail was clamped between her legs, but she places her paw in his hand again, and in a fluent motion that belied his slowness before he pulled her close and drew her into the dance, twirling around with her slowly, yet sending Lala's world tumblin gall over, his hands holding her firmly, and when she buried her nose under his chin so that he wouldn't see her crying, he didn't say a word, just smiled, despite her running nose wetting his white shirt. He danced for this song, and the next. And the next. Lala's tail , big and bushy as her fathers tail, was wagging happily in the rythm of the music by the end of the fourth? the fifth song? Then he stopped, and smiled at her, stepping back:"Sweet lady? Thank you for those dances. However, I am thinking Iam keeping you from dancing with those other gentlemen, and I can't set a bad example with being greedy with the time of a young lady." Lala didn't understand at first, but there stood indeed two, three young human men that were smiling and blushing, when she looked at them, and one of them stepped forward and asked somewhat hesitantly:"When you don't want to go yet, I would.. Really like to dance with you, .. .ah..." "Lala, just, Lala..." Lala sounded as insecure as she was feeling.

The young man smiled and took Lala's hands as the music started. And did dance very different from the way the commander had danced. Lambada, the dance was named. Lala felt like being undressed - and didn't mind the feel. There was no hesitations in the man's dancemoves as his hands explored her body as part of the dance and her paws explored his. There was only the dictate of the music, and both happily gave in to the music.

"You like to play fate?" One of the golden retriever girls that had danced on the stage sat down beside the Commander who was swiping his forehead and was breathing heavily. "Ah, it wasn't me actually. Your mother spottet the little muttgirl. She said that she had seen her often around places where there were many humans, but she never seemed to dare to go and approach humans directly. Chloe looked at Lala and nodded :"Many Mutts believe that, as humans breeded the different canine races, mutt's would be something ... inferior. And she's a 1.5-generation mix. Maybe that's also giving her headaches and a feel of not belonging." Chloes father, the Commander, nodded. "That makes sense even to me, although I prefer these misbelieves wouldn't exist. See, When you'd like to, your mother and I were talking about something... But, I'll tell that on the way back home. Would you lend an old man a shoulder?"

The golden retriever girl laughed, a bright , happy barking. "Yes, okay. But I won't do anything about any rumors popping up that the commander has a young lover beside his wife." He snorted and got up in a fluent motion that slowed to a speed that would be expected for a cane using old man, picked up his cane and then offered his daughter his arm to hook in to: "Well, and I won't do anything about any rumors that my oldest daughter runs around almost fully naked, flirting with elderly humans." "Dad, that's not a myth." Chloe whispered as she bit gently into her fathers earlobe. "Oh crap, who was it this time you seduced in public? And I hope it's not going to get into the top-ten for educational videos again."

They left the club,to talk about important plans to enhance the Society of Asgard, whilst another young man right that moment caught Lala with a smile after he had thrown her into the air and her body flowed around his in the rythm of the music, already establishing herself in a society that had been improved a mere 20 minutes ago .