Not my best work. I've been so tired lately. I just can't seem to make it any better than this. Oh, and check out any other stories that are posted this year at ( http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20515774/ )

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Over Head Luggage

By Tricky Chimera

Stealing from an airport is a piece of cake. Have you ever noticed that? If you’re paranoid then you know this to be true. And you have every right to do be. Let your eyes wonder for even an instant and in I swoop. Of course, there are exceptions to this. Having even a morsel of paranoia is a grievingly exceptional means of protecting yourself. Although, even then your attention span will tend to waver. When that time comes, that’s when I strike.

I know fishing like this is not always a jackpot. Paying a couple hundred dollars for some clothes or a collection of novelty junk. I just love the thrill I get from the tickets that can get me something really nice. Once I even managed to obtain myself a new pair of brand name shoes that traded for a beautiful pair of Benjamin's.

Today was not so fair of a day. So far, all I managed to snag was a few baseball caps and a pair of headphones. To make matters worse, my flight was about to depart for Chicago, my hometown. Welp, I had plenty of room in my generic roller bag. You know, something else that annoyingly protects your bags is customizing them. Far too many people bring their unique bags that can easily be recognized.

Fact was that I was about to give up… that is until during boarding call. There was this badger standing in front of me sporting the exact same bag as me. No tags, no stickers, not even so much as a scuff mark. It was perfect, but would it be worth trading my own? Only the owner could tell me that.

Of course, not willingly. He didn’t have to. To me, the care he had for the contents was clear as rain. Whatever that was in there, was very valuable. There was just one problem. That very same care also meant that he’d keep a very close eye on it. I’d have to stay close to him until I would be able to switch the bags. Now the best way to do that was right after he puts his bag in the overhead compartment. He could have kept an eye on it then. If I’m honest… I got lucky. The badger was distracted by this woman’s crying baby. I used the opportunity to move his bag out of the way and place my own in it’s place. By the time he looked up again, I was shifting his own bag as if it were my own and taking my seat.

I spent the remaining trip just dreaming about what could possibly be in that bag of his. What prize did I get for this particular trade? I just couldn’t wait. Almost immediately after we landed. I was up to get my new bag. Of course, I may have been a bit too eager in retrospect. That’s probably what raised the badger’s suspicions. Once we were off the plane. I raced my way out of the terminal. I pretended to answer my phone and acted as if my ride was already there. Of course, Sarah wouldn’t be here to pick me up for a little while longer.

I headed for the door without delay. What could possibly be inside of that bag. Oh, I was so excited. I was too excited, I had to know before I left. I took a seat and pulled the bag into my lap as soon as I made it to the front of the airport. I unzipped the sides and slowly lifted the flap… and nearly screamed my head off.

I quickly slammed the lid down. What had I just saw? I saw a wolf’s head! I saw a real furry’s head! I was carrying around a bag with a decapitated head inside! What kind of person carries around someone head in their bag? A crazy person! That’s who!

Oh, god and if he finds out that we had switched bags… Oh god! I had to switch them back before it was too late. I looked around for the badger. I barely caught him walking out the front door with my bag in tow. Okay, stealing in an airport is easy, but how do I explain taking the wrong bag when I can’t even say how I know that it’s not my bag? I’m a dead man. I can’t even go to the police. What am I going to say to them. No! I had to somehow switch them back without him noticing, again!

There was no other choice. I rushed out the doors and I caught him calling for a cab. I ran up behind him and I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I thought my skills were better than they actually were. I had to time this just right. I just had to.

I drew in closer to the badger. Waiting for just the right moment for him to let go of his bag and for me to bump into him. Now! I did it.

We successfully bumped into each other. Now what? I looked fearfully into his angry eyes.

“Watch where you’re going, you filthy human,” the badger growled.

“Sorry, my bad.”

“Of course it was. Now get off of me.”

“Oh yes, of course,” I said trying to reach for the handle of my real bag.

“Excuse me,” the badger gripped my hand, “that is my Bag you’re trying to grab there.”

“I assure, you sir. It’s not.”

“What do you think that I’m daft,” the badger’s grip tightened.

“No, really! This is my bag,” I stated, “I can even tell you exactly what’s in it.”

“Police!”

“What seems to be the trouble here,” a rottweiler officer stepped forward.

“This low life rift-raft is trying to pull a fast one on me,” the badger exclaimed, “he bumps into me and now he’s trying take my luggage.”

“No, I’m not! I swear to God.”

“This is my bag!”

“Alright. Then let’s open it up and have a quick look-see.”

“Okay. My bag has a clothes, a few baseball caps and a headphone set,” I explained to the officer, “and it is in this bag.”

“Well, mine’s got a head in it,” the badger stated flat out.

“Really,” the officer was surprised, but not nearly as much as I was that the furry had just admitted to exactly that, “here we go…”

The officer slowly unzipped the roller-bag that was on top of the pile and flipped it open. I turned my head away. I didn’t want to see that poor fur’s solitary head again. That is until the officer just whistled.

“Well, would you look at that,” the officer pulled the head out of the case, “it really is a head. And she’s quite the beauty.”

“I’m going to be sick,” I felt like vomiting.

“What’s a matter, human,” the badger snorted, “Ain’t you ever seen a mascot head before?”

“Mascot?” I turned to get a better look at what the officer had in his hands. It was a wolf head, but it was made of felt. The officer even put his hand on the inside of it and moved it’s jaw for me as if she were a puppet.

“Oh, Officer Bently, save me,” the officer mockingly stated before offering to hand me the head.

“Oh my god,” I sighed deeply taking the head, “don’t scare me like that.”

“Okay, Officer Bently, think it’s pretty obvious what happened here was a huge misunderstanding on my part.” the badger smiled at me as he called for another taxi, “I’m sorry I yelled at you kid. How about we share a ride?”

“That would be great,” I lied. Honestly, Sarah would be here to pick me up soon. Then again, I guess I could call her on the way.

Five minutes later, we were both in the cab. Our bags were safely stored in the trunk, but the badger insisted that I’d keep hold of the head. Turned out the guy really wasn’t that bad of a fur, despite our rough start. He explained to me about his trade and explained every detail of this stupid head that I had sitting in my lap. I didn’t even notice as he passed a note to the cab driver and the window was brought up.

“Do you want to try it on, son?”

“Oh, no. I couldn’t.”

“Oh now, don’t be shy,” the badger insisted as he turned the head around so that I would face the inside of the mask, “see it’s designed to fit furs of all sizes, but when you put it on a filthy human…”

And that’s when the badger shoved my head into the mask. It happened so fast that I had no time to react properly. The mask tightened on my head I could feel it drilling into me. I didn’t see any drills before, but I sure could feel them. I was the most horrifying experience in my life. I nearly blacked out, but then Alpha scritched behind my ear. I don’t know why I think of the badger as Alpha now. That’s silly. Badgers can’t be Alphas.

Oh but the way his fingers danced on my spot. Oh it felt so goooooood. I didn’t mind in the least that my fur was growing in in the most irritating way. Oh and my chest ballooned out. Not by too much, just enough to meet Alpha’s desires for me. I could feel my tail flapping the car door as Alpha let me rest in his lap.

“So my dear… why don’t tell me exactly how you got here…”

And so I did. I even wrote it down for Alpha. He says he’s going to keep me like this for a little while longer. He’s so nice, not making me go back to being that nasty human. He even says he’ll help me make a whole harem of beautiful wolves to play with. I love Alpha so much.