Anti-Terrorist Nudity (Draft)

I just wrote this, so I promise there's at least a few grammar issues in it, but I drafted this today on my way to MFF. This is what happens when I don't get enough sleep before a trip.

“Sir, we need you to take your pants off.”

The coyote froze as he lifting his suitcase to up and onto the conveyor belt.  “Excuse me, what?” he yipped in surprise.

“Your pants, sir,” said the bored looking airport security agent, a pine marten wearing a blue and black uniform. “Put them in the bin with your belt. Your shirt too.”

“I’ll be nude then,” Karll responded. He glanced around and noticed the lion in front of him had also just stripped and was going through the fully body scanner.

“Yes sir,” said the marten. “This airport has been selected for enhanced security screening.”

Karll felt his fur bristle. “And that requires strip searching me?”

The security officer crossed his arms. “Oh, we just want your clothes. If you can keep a shiv in your sheath, well I guess we could check that also, but the body scanner should pick that up.”

“The only thing I am keeping in my sheath is a big piece of coyote salami,” he growled. “This is preposterous.”

The marten sighed. “Okay, well we’re doing this then.” He tapped the button for his radio. “I’ve got another code pink, coyote, male.”

There was silence for a moment and then a staticky female voice replied form the radio. “Not another. Look, see if you get him down to his lipstick bits, please? We can’t keep arresting all the passengers.”

The marten tapped the button “Fine,” he drawled before focusing his gave back on the coyote. “You heard the woman, take it all off now, or you’re not catching that plane. And if we have to take you to the back, we’re going to strip search you, so one way or another it is all coming off.”

Karll growled softly as he pulled his shirt off. “Why is this a thing?”

*A drake got caught last week smuggling stollen diamonds in his slit. The fella had over a million dollars of gems shoved up his slit next to his junk.”

The coyote winced “That sounds...painful.”

“Yeah, well doing a full body cavity search takes time, so,” he waved at Karll, “off with your pants”

The coyote thought to mention that taking his clothes off still didn’t mean he couldn’t hide something in a body cavity, but he didn’t bother. Dutifully he took off his pants, and his underwear and folded them up. He then stepped over the fully body scanner holding his ID and ticket. After the machine clicked and did its scan, he was waved through and waited for the result.

“You’re good,” said a female cheetah.

Karll just nodded and walked over to the end of the security scanner, but a different security agent was bagging his clothes into a large clear bag.

“Is there something wrong?” asked the coyote.

“Oh, nothing at all,” responded the wolf. He then slid Karll’s bag to him.

“Yes, but my clothing…”

“You’ll get them when you arrive at your destination,” remarked the wolf, pointing to a sign. Karll squinted at it, muzzle agape.

On it was a generic outline of a canine and a pair of pants and shirt floating next to him. Above it, it said Anti-Terrorist Nudity Zone. The coyoted just started and felt the terminal air-conditioning ruffling his fur in places it normally couldn’t reach.

“Move on please,” said the wolf.

“I feel like I’m being treated like cattle,” mumbled Karll.

“First time in the zone?” said a fennec who was behind Karll.

“Yeah,” said the coyote, padding into the terminal.

“You get used to it,” remarked the Fennec, “but it definitely doesn’t make carrying your phone and wallet easy.”

“Yes, but look at us. We’re nothing more than animals this way.” Grumbled the coyote.

“We always were,” remarked the fennec, “but now we’re animals without clothes.”