>Day Rarity in Reno
>You just got off your two-week shift at the Moonlite Bunnyranch.
>You remind yourself to teach these humans a bit about vocabulary.
>None of your work duties involve moonlight or bunnies.
>Still, the pay is top-notch, and you have plenty of money for your newfound hobby.
>After tipping the Luis the limo driver you head into the gaudy casino.
>Honestly, who thought a short and fat green-clothed man was good advertising?
>You grunt to yourself as you try to find a lucky looking table.
>Success!
>One of the squinty eyed humans is manning this one.
>What was it your boss called these? A guke? Or was it a chin?
>No matter, they can’t see shit.
>You saddle up to the table and throw down a few dollars.
>Several hours pass...
“Nonsense! You can’t hit on a sixteen!
>After an unfortunate losing streak and plenty of free drinks you’ve become quite rowdy.
>Two brown-suited humans amble in your direction, one black and one white.
>”There she is.” This was the black one.
>”Excuse me, ma’am?” This was the thin white one.
“And what do you two imbeciles want?”
>”Whoa, whoa!” The black one exclaims.
>”Ma’am? Ma’am. Ma’am. You’re causing a disturbance and you nee-”
“I am NOT causing a disturbance! This... this... slit eyed abomination is cheating!”
>”Ma’am, please, I need you to step away fr-”
“And what makes you think I’d ever go anywhere with a faggot and an ape!?”
>”Dangle, can I tase her?”
>”No, Jonesy, you can’t tase her.”
“Tase me?! I’ll show you who’s going to get shocked!”
>Your horn begins to glow with a sputtering purple light.
“One more step, donut lickers, and I’ll kick you ba-"
>”That’s it, I’m tasing her.”
>The black one pulls a yellow object off of his belt. This can’t be good.
>You slide off your stool and charge between the two human guards.
>”Ma’am! Ma’am!” The white one takes off after you.
>”I’ll have you know that I’m a law enforcement cheetah!” he cries.
“More like a law enforcement bleeder!”
>You stop abruptly and face your pursuer.
>Your height works in your favor as the tightly stretched crotch of his shorts catches your horn.
>”Urk! Jone-”
>A sharp pain and a severe jolt cause you to fall to the ground.
>”I got her, I got her!”
“Unhand me you inhuman shitflinger! Everyone knows humans only come in one color and shit-brown doesn’t count!”
>”Alright, that’s it, you’re getting the baton.”
>A great force strikes you in the head and you lose consciousness.
>Today was not a good day.