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And a big thanks to  facharly both for being such a dear friend and for writing this marvelously executed story to accompany the image! Danielle Baker the dainty corgi lass and Saisho are  ultramagnus47 and Triton Von Hohenstrand and Mafuta Lungameni are  facharly And I guess Ciara "Croc" Vargas is sort of a shared critter betwixt us. Please refrain from using these characters in any way unless given express permission by either of us.


The projector was sharing its brief self-promotional welcome-screen on the white front wall of the security department’s conference room at the Hohenstrand Beach Resort, Yacht Club and Conference Center. After receiving a call from his resort’s Head Manager, connecting him directly with his Chief of Security, Triton von Hohenstrand had hurried to meet the latter for “an unprecedented matter of some delicacy”, as she had described it over the phone. Tall, scaly, clever, and for her strength and heft remarkably fast and agile, Ciara ‘Croc’ Vargas was highly experienced in security matters; she would not have called the Head Manager, who would, likewise, not have called the owner of the resort, unless it was a truly unique situation. And while the imposing crocodile was not usually a woman of long-winded explanations, Triton knew from her tone of voice that something extraordinary had just taken place. So, the buff, yet attractive crocodile and the strong tiger sat together, now looking at split screens, showing multiple angles of one of the fancy members-only buffet lines in the Yacht Club area of the resort. Croc adjusted the volume and cued the footage to the appearance of an extremely horizontally gifted hyena lady – a very dear friend of Triton’s and a diamond status member of the exclusive Hohenstrand Yacht Club:

With her bright summer dress tightly hugging her ample curves, Mafuta Lungameni was in the process of filling a second plate at the buffet, when a slightly jerky-moving creature approached her from behind. At first sight, the newcomer resembled a rather stiff dog lady, a shiba inu, in fact. Notably, she did not appear to be wearing any clothes. Yet, occasional random reflections of light on her fur revealed: there was no fur at all – this was actually a robot! Even more remarkably, the mechanical intruder (clearly not a member of the club) wagged her little tail, promptly poked Madame Lungameni’s plump posterior with her paw and proceeded to address her from behind with a well-intoned, yet unmistakably artificial voice:
“Excuse me! My mistress would like to try a chocolate chip cookie. However, your fat body represents an inconvenient obstacle on my path to my objective. My scanners indicate that you do not need to consume another plate of food. Perhaps, a jog would be more beneficial to your weight management, as well as to my ability to complete my mission. For your safe passage out of the dining hall, allow me to assist you with a proper warning sign!”
During her last sentence, from someplace below the robot’s breast plate, a sticky note had printed. With one swift motion of her surprisingly nimble paw, the mechanical canine slapped the note card onto the perplexed feliform’s fat bubble-butt: “CAUTION: WIDE LOAD!”
“My goodness!” The hyena’s full, resonant voice sounded genuinely amused as she looked back over her shoulder without turning the remainder of her body. However, instead of a smile, she sported a grin, revealing more and more teeth as she continued to calmly speak; and the increasingly icy, menacing undertone of her voice caused Triton’s neck fur to stand up straight. “Aren’t you just adorably insolent? Put your scanners to work again.” Sudden, quick corresponding actions accompanied her words as she continued: “You are now experiencing how quickly gravity is pulling my bountiful backside down onto your mechanical limbs. Oh, I am afraid the latter’s speed is ill-equipped to match that of the earth’s gravitational force. Hehehe.”
Before she had even finished her last sentence, she had, indeed, simply sat down on the floor, pinning the protesting mechanical shiba inu to the ground underneath her rotund rump.
“Freeze all motor functions, fat hyena! Just because you carry excessive amounts thereof, you should still not throw your weight around…!” The mechanical dog’s voice quickly became quite muffled, but it continued to complain: “Move your extraordinarily fat backside off me; you are trapping me; I cannot move!”
Turning her head to a nearby gawking member of the wait staff, Mafuta smiled sweetly: “Please excuse me: could you please call security? You might have an intruder in this members-only exclusive area, who might require escorting-out…”

Facing her boss, Croc stopped the video: “We retrieved the robot from the dining area. She is completely unharmed and functional. Goes by the name of Saisho. Quite the blunt lil bugger, but not unpleasant. She is detained in our interrogation room right now and has fully cooperated with our team. Says her owner is currently relaxing in one of our private cabana pool areas. But I think you might want to have that conversation, Sir.”
“Oh dear…”, the handsome tiger sighed, running one large orange paw through the mane on his cheek. “Thank you, Croc! I’m afraid I know the name you are about to share with me…”

Triton’s first visit was with his good friend Mafuta, assuring her that this incident would not repeat. Gratefully and graciously, the influential hyena assured him that she was fine and had no hard feelings towards anyone. In fact, she expressed curiosity who might be the owner and creator of such a fascinating piece of mechanical engineering, as it could feature well in several capacities within her own enterprise.
Relieved, the strong tiger then made his way to the spa area, where guests could rent private pools and cabanas. In fact, some club members would even keep a monthly subscription to their favorite cabana and pool. He approached the door of one of the cabanas. On the small decorative blackboard that was affixed to the center of the door, neat white chalk letters spelled the name of the family who had made this reservation: “BAKER”. He knew the family quite well; Stanley Baker had been a member of his Yacht Club for a number of years now. He also remembered meeting Stanley’s adopted daughter, Danielle, at a science fair, hosted by the local chamber of commerce, at which she had won the Innovator of the Year Award for her project on … “The Multi-Faceted Complexities of Integrative Artificial-Intelligence-Conducted Mechanical Motor Controls and their Potential Transformational Impacts on Prosthetics and Robotics”…? Or something like that?? Triton was a smart tiger; but his memory on abstract titles and names was not always the best. What he did remember was Danielle’s award-winning project: a small twelve-legged robot that was able to move, according to her voice commands. … Well, at least it did so until Danielle stopped giving it instructions. Later that afternoon, when Danielle was having a conversation with a potential sponsor for her research, the little robot, apparently bored, could be seen walking around, randomly poking the ankles of other attendees. An exasperated elderly tortoise lady, the great-great-great grandmother of one of the other contestants, had to eventually be rescued from the pesky little machine…

Knocking gently but clearly audibly, he raised his deep, sonorous voice: “Good afternoon! Management! Sorry to bother you! Is anyone there?”
“Door is open,” responded a friendly female voice. “Saisho, please verify our visitor’s identification and, if it checks out, escort them straight to the pool. Oh, and how are the results of your web-search for chocolate chip cookies on any of the buffets here coming? Once you tell me where to go, I’d love to try one. Everyone raves about them.”
Raising his eyebrows, the large tiger shrugged, entered the cabana, traversed its entry, and made his way through the entertainment area in the back through a large sliding glass door to step out onto the pool deck. As he passed by a palm tree, he caught sight of Danielle, whose voice he had heard a moment ago: the attractive 25-year-old corgi, wearing a pink bikini, took two last quick dog-paddles, hopped out of the pool, gave her fur a good shake, readjusted the plumeria flower on her head, and then took a seat on the rim of the pool, dangling her feet in the water. Without her white lab coat, she looked a lot more casual and relaxed.

Smiling brightly as he approached the pool, Triton adjusted his voice not to startle the corgi: “Good afternoon, Ms. Baker! It is a delight to see you again. Are you finding our facilities to meet, if not exceed, your expectations today?”
Looking up at the big tiger, she flashed a cute smile and wagged her tail: “Triton! It is great to see you, too! Yes, everything is lovely, thank you. What brings you here? Please come sit here by the pool for a moment. Oh, did Saisho not come out here with you?”
Aware of the fact that she was cranking her neck quite a bit, and not wanting to come across patronizing, particularly in light of the message he was about to convey, the feline decided to accept Danielle’s invite and sat down beside her, careful to curl his long tail away from any splashed water. The pool water felt quite nice on his feet, and he continued to smile kindly as he began his response: “Thank you, Danielle. I am glad that everything is to your satisfaction today. If you don’t mind me saying so: you are looking very lovely and relaxed. Please forgive me: I did not come to spoil your restful afternoon. However, the answer to both of your questions is: your mechanical companion, Saisho, was found at one of our buffets, inappropriately interacting with another guest, and is currently being detained by our security.”
The corgi’s brown eyes went wide in shock: “Oh no!! I meant for her to do research online, but she must have misinterpreted my request. … In- inappropriate? I thought I had fixed her social-interaction module… What did she do?”
With a calming paw gesture, Triton smiled at the upset canine: “Please do not worry, Danielle! Your robot unsolicitedly touched, and made some … rather blunt remarks about the physique of, one of our guests, who, in turn, … put it in its place. – Which, ultimately, is back with you, of course. However, for the safety and convenience of our other guests, we must request that there please be no further instances of unsupervised robots roaming about our premises.”
Ears drooping a bit, Danielle nodded in agreement: “Of course! I am so sorry: she wasn’t even supposed to leave the cabana. Is the other guest ok? I am surprised they were able to get Saisho to stop. She can be a bit persistent at times…”
Triton’s chuckle caused her to perk up again: “Oh, yes, our guest is fine. She … definitely found a way to bring her point across. In fact, she expressed interest in meeting you and discussing a potential collaboration, since she could see robots like yours featuring well in some of her companies. I have her business card with me for you; and if you have a card, I will gladly take it and see that it gets to her. You might recognize her name.”
Danielle’s tail was wagging again as she accepted the business card from the tiger’s paw. “Oh, wow! THAT madame Lungameni? Of Lungameni Enterprises??”
With a big grin, the handsome tiger nodded: “Yes, THAT one. Don’t worry: she is a very awesome lady, and she was serious about wanting to meet you.”
“Sure. I’ll think about it.” Suddenly her beautiful eyes opened wide again, focusing intently on the striped face in front of her: ”Oh, and: please don’t tell my dad about this incident. He doesn’t like it when I take Saisho out in public with me…”
“Not a word!” He placed his large orange paw onto his heart. “But, speaking of which, whenever you are ready, if you could please accompany me to identify and retrieve your property?”

Jumping up, she gave the large tiger as big of a hug as her paws would reach: “Thank you, Triton! I really appreciate it.”
“Gladly, Danielle!” There was a purring undertone to his deep voice, as he gently reciprocated her hug. “Oh, and: next time you are hungry, you might want to consider our very prompt room service.”
“Hahaha!” She looked into his deep blue eyes. “Actually, I had only asked Saisho to find out at which buffet I could find a cookie, so that I could go there myself. You know, it’s always good to at least move around a little bit for exercise.”
“I see.” Rising as well, the big tiger smiled kindly at her. “Not that you need any exercise, but unless you prefer a golf cart ride, we could have a little bit of a walk over to Security. Just let me know. I will be waiting out front for you to escort you over. Please take your time changing.”
He held up a resort bathrobe for the smaller canine to slip into for her way inside.
“Thank you. Oh, these robes are much softer than my lab coats, hehe.” Smiling at Triton, who was starting to make his way around the building in order to wait outside at the front door, she added: “A walk would be very nice. I’ll be back out in just a bit. And if you’re not too busy this afternoon, maybe you might like to hang here by the pool for a little while?”
With a wink, and without waiting for a response, the cute corgi disappeared through the glass door, leaving the striped feline to check his calendar on his phone regarding his afternoon appointments…