Of Elves, Corpos and Debts . . .

Faylorn stared at the colourful food items on display with a stony expression, showing neither happiness nor discontent. Well almost, for that statement was not quite right; the tip of Faylorn’s right ear had begun shaking, which now slowly but surely developed into a full-blown manic twitch. The queue moved forward and finally, Faylorn stood at the counter. The young man behind it looked up and immediately blushed when he saw who stood before him.

"Ahh, hi! What can I get you, Miss?" The twitch intensified.

"Fife Quarter-pounders, two large fries . . ." Before the order could even be finished, two guys one line over noticed the elf.

"Dude! Look, an Elf-Chic! Right there!"

"Wait really? Holy shit! She is so cute!"

Both of the guys were now actually pointing at Faylorn and taking pictures with phones, which were made without permission of course. Their actions, in turn, made even more people look over than before. And all of a sudden the elf was the new thing to talk about.

"Wow, you don't see those often."

"Yeah, I heard there are no male Elves.”

“Miss?”

“Damn Sub-Human get a move on!”

“Apparently all they want to do is fuck other species!”

“Wait, aren’t the wild ones on Magea bloodthirsty cannibals?”

“Nah, they’re just thirsty for cock.”

“Daddy! Look an Elfy!”

"Miss, your Order?"

"What really, I'm gonna go over and get laid~!"

It was then that Faylorn lost it, turned around to the assembled crowd, flashed his pointy teeth and screamed. "I am MALE you cocksucking, whorebirthed, degenerate pieces of human filth!!! So fuck off, you muc dhuine!!!"

A heavy silence settled in the room as Faylorn realized what he had done. Not only had he revealed his sex, which in itself often resulted in hostility, no he had openly used a racial slur in a so-called good neighbourhood. Thankfully before anyone of the small group that had formed could react, a towering figure made her way through the people. With a little over 1,90m, his younger sister Caelynn was big even for elven standards. Being build like an Amazon and having a haughty face to boot, the humans quickly made way, especially after seeing the terrifying cybered-up wolf next to her.

"Big Bro? I thought you wanted to get food, not an entourage. Guess I was mistaken." Caelynn put a finger to her lips almost as if she was seriously thinking about this.

"Hmph! Now that you are here, you can go pay. I'm out of here. Garea come!"

Throwing one last toxic glance at the group of onlookers, Faylorn walked out of the shop called 'Amazing Burgers' and settled down on a bench outside; the wolf followed him with a happily wagging tail.

"Stupid humans, stupid Emergence," Faylorn stood up and kicked a dented can across the busy street, it flew maybe two meters. "And a stupid fucking elven body! Argh!"

In a fit of frustration, he turned around and with full strength smashed the bench away. At least that was what he had intended to, in reality, instead of the bench moving he moved. His foot gave out underneath him and he fell flat onto the pavement, his head hitting the ground.

"Ouch! I. Hate. This."

He sat up and already saw Garea dance around nervously sniffing for any injuries. She had always been a very clingy pet, but a very loyal one at that. Sixteen years now she had been his best friend, a better friend even than his twin sister, who was more of an annoyance than a proper friend. Every day she reminded him of what he didn't have. She was big, strong, agile, handsome, in short everything Faylorn had wanted to be since elementary school. But of course none of that he would ever be, because like more or less all male Elves he had a very distinctive look. He was small, fragile, cute, and additionally, he looked more girly than any of the female ones!

"This is so unfair, Garea! Why did I have to emerge? And even if it was unavoidable, why did it have to be elven gens and not something different? Heck, I would have even been okay with becoming an Ork!"

Garea simply smiled like only a dog or in this case a wolf could. Instead of her answering though, which honestly would have been weird, a big looming shadow fell over the two.

"Well I for my part wouldn't have liked to become an Ork, those teeth man, those teeth, fucking terrifying I tell you. Especially when you are on the receiving end of them! I really don't understand why you’re so miffed about being an Elf again; at least we got a load of the anti-age canon! So why don’t you tell me what this is really about, because if I recall correctly I found you last week prancing around our flat in lingerie without much care? Didn’t you even tell your workplace you were a woman so you could wear the female employee outfit?”

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Fay looked up to his sister and only grimaced.

“Yeah, about that. Say you don’t by any chance know of another place I could hit up for making money?”

Hearing that Lyn had almost dropped the bag of food she was carrying. Apparently, her brother was once more without a way to pay his part of the rent. She groaned loud enough to alert the near passerby’s, several of them now deliberately made an effort to not come too close to the imposing woman.

“Seriously sometimes Bro . . . I mean fuck, how can you be so incompetent? You don’t even have to do actual work; isn’t everything you do robbing those guys blind!? So, what happened this time?”

After them walking to a more inconspicuous local, Faylorn retold the entire thing. Thanks to a rather costly tip from another Net-Diver, he first had wormed his way into the company. So far everything had seemed okay and nothing was really suspicious, after all, it should have only been the local branch of a Hotel-Chain. Though very quickly, after he had infiltrated some of their networks, the entire thing had begun to look more and more like a really bad deal.

There had been nondescript transactions with no apparent benefactor, that at first had looked like the perfect way of siphoning of money but he had become more cautious when he had seen that those transactions all had been from a single offshore-account somewhere in the Philippines. Digging deeper he had only found a rather questionable connection from this account to a subsidiary company of Arcana Future Industries, but after going through some of the security files, Faylorn had come across several files marked “Authorized Clearance Needed”. Those files had just screamed top-secret shady deal

After spending even more money on a specific decryption-software needed to get into the files unseen, he had come across several unmarked and supposedly non-existent subareas beneath the hotel. Not wasting a minute Faylorn had done his duty as an upstanding citizen and had immediately sat down and watched through all of the provided camera footage of those areas. Several hours of gut-wrenching experiments and very ominous feeling of himself being watched despite this being impossible had him almost say screw it. Only the possibility of selling acquired dirt as pay-data really held him back.

That was until yesterday were he had done his shift only for a very sick looking girl to come up to his reception counter. At first, he had just thought her to be a hooker that had come down with some sort of fast-acting STD. Only when he saw her face he had to realize that had seen this girl before. Just a few hours ago one of the supposed guests – in reality, a scientist of AFI – had brought her in, already drugged and unconscious. Faylorn had a hard enough time trying to keep his cool seeing this obvious kidnapping, but it somehow got even worse when the girl started to lose her teeth on if front desk!

Logically after that, he hadn't stayed long. The girl and the securities subsequent assault on her had thankfully given him enough reason to quit his job and not appear suspicious. Unfortunately, Faylorn did have a bunch of debt which he would never classify as gambling but in a way it actually was. Leading up to this conversation.

"Just why did you think digging deeper into those files would do you any good?!" Lyn rubbed the bridge of her nose in the hopes of fighting the coming headache.

“Simple! I thought it to be shit like private sex-rooms of some corporate CEO! How the fuck should I have known it was human rights-violating experiments!?" Fay walked from up and down the length of the room digging his hands into his hair in frustration.

“I don’t know!? Just don’t always poke the hornets’ nest? Or maybe keep your sticky fingers of AFI, those guys are bad news!!!” Lyn glared daggers at her twin.

"Well, unlike you I have stuff that I need to pay with money!" Despite being glared at by is Amazon-like sister Fay reaction was merely a pout. After all, he was confident in his ability to stay undetected.

“Fuck! Damn you, Fay! Is that weird guy still there?”

“No, he left a while ago when he realized you were sticking by my side all the way.”

“So, you don’t think it’s one of AFI’s? Who would want to tail you then?” Lyn finally managed to calm down and took a seat in one of their apartments bean bags, despite their place being small, they had a bunch of those things.

“Well, it definitely wasn’t a corpo goon; those usually shot first and then ask questions. Now someone wanting money seems a lot more plausible . . .” The male twin shifted nervously on his feet, an uncertain grimace on his face, which did little to mar his beauty.

“Ugh! Who do you own money now? Wait . . . don’t tell me. I have a way out of this mess. Only have to speak with my boss, and I might be able to get rid of both your dept and the possible hit out on your ass.” She looked up at her brother again, this time with a clear warning of an ass-beating in her eyes.

"Fay, don't do any stupid while I'm gone! Better yet don't even leave the apartment! I'll know if you did!" With this, she jumped up, put on a thick leather jacket and left the building.

It took Faylorn an incredible 10 minutes before he decided to head out on his own. He was never one to follow rules, and he surely had never listened to his sister, even if she time and again gave him an ass-whopping! Still, the fun he had on those nights out would always outweigh is sister tearing him a new hole.

As fast as possible Fay dressed up, a dark blue revealing dress, and quick smoky-eyes make-up. A couple of minutes he slipped on a pair of steel-heeled stilettos and stumbled down the stairs to the apartment Garea fast on his heels. Just before he had made it out though, he almost crashed into one of the other tenants.

“HI! Fay! You look stunning as always!”

"Thanks, Ben, you look as well very . . . nice!” Fay looked at the young man with a pained and obvious fake smile.

“So where are you going? A night out, by the look of your incredible outfit?" There was a glimmer of hope in Bens eyes, that quickly died when Garea snarled at him.

“Ah! See, it is so late already, I really must go!” Fay jumped down the last few steps and quickly disappeared into the night.

Several hours later the Elven beauty stumbled barely clothed trough an alleyway, his head was screaming at him in pain and his left side kinda felt numb. Wincing from the stinging headache he looked down at the ground and lifted his hands. Blood cover both them and a lot of his underarms. It was suddenly much obviously to him that Elves had claws instead of simple nails. And still, his hands hadn't stopped shaking; he didn't know if it was from excitement or from fear, either way, it was adrenaline for sure. Producing a sound half-way between a laugh and a sigh he sat down on his naked ass right there on the asphalt. Garea softly winced and pushed his injured side with her equally blood-covered snout.

“Shhh~ . . . I’m fine Garea. At least that is until Lyn finds out that those dwarfs no longer are just after the debt . . . fuck . . . I want to take a nap.”