Waiting

Quroth cackled, slapping at the leather seat he was lounging in as he scratched the datapad, replaying the video.

…The worst t'Osgar…

The woman's teeth clicked on the 's', right before exhaling the 'gar,' with sheer contempt.

“Are you going to play that thing all day?"

Quroth looked up from his datapad. Valerie was standing in front of the wall-sized window, peering down at the Hashan's Hope below. Father's office was the entire penthouse floor of the System to System tower, the crown jewel of his Tech Kingdom.

She cut a dignified figure, Quroth admitted. She had always taken her duties seriously to their father and now she seemed practically regal after she changed into a white dress with a silk, blue sash that flowed from her neck and down to her waist. She was the Regent to the Kingdom while the King was bedridden, tasked with immense power.

Why not join her?

“Did you pay her to do this?" Quroth laughed again. “Gonna have to watch this girl's videos, she's fucking hilarious."

“Your brother is capable of acting foolish on his own and provoking the appropriate reaction."

“Little Primo, heh. Oh man, just look at these Jolts, '#WorstT'Osgar' has like a million posts!"

“I have zero intention of using the company's spy app."

Quroth waved his datapad at the human, showing off the long feed of insults, jokes, and death threats against his brother, “You sure? It's pretty fucking funny at times."

“If you use Jolt, you might as well just give your father every piece of blackmail he could get his paws on, it'd save you the time."

“So, you want him Primath as the acting CEO? He does have his own company after all…"

Valerie gave off a single laugh, running her palm along the glass, “I'm sure he's far too busy with it to deal with our affairs."

“His company may be a joke, buuuuut…" Quroth twiddled his claws, “...on paper he has experience as a CEO and if he has divided attention that's not always bad."

“Hm?" Valerie cocked her head over her shoulder, her blonde hair shimmering beneath the setting blue sun. “You seem to be implying something by the tone of your voice."

“Well, if he's divided, and let's face it, that stupid game of his is his passion project, he wouldn't be able to do as much damage. Plus when he's away…you can play."

“No, I don't think so."

“Fuck," Quroth placed the datapad on the armrest, “you really hate him, huh?"

“I don't think much of him at all."

“See…" Quroth leaned forward, gritting his teeth, “...you really gotta stop saying things like that, like we said. If you really don't care, don't say anything at all, okay? It's like someone who Jolts about how mad they aren't, they're really super pissed off!"

Quroth sniffed, catching wind of a dark and dangerous odor lingering in the air. His fur bristled as the human's jade eyes glared back at him.

“I suggest if we're going to work together that you avoid discussing the past," Valerie stepped forward and leaned on Quroth's father's desk. “I was his slave, he ignored me, I served your father instead."

Little Primo was too much of a pussy to give her what she needed, Quroth thought and wisely kept it to himself. Note: do not bring up Ilayo, ever.

“Subject change?" Quroth asked rhetorically and exhaled. “So, who do you want as acting CEO?"

“The board will make the right decision."

“Right, but who do you want? Primath is out, so who? Uloth?" Quroth shrugged. “Officer of decent rank but no blood on his paws, no controversies. Squeaky clean, a bit too much if you ask me."

“No one is clean."

“Right, right, so why not vote for me, the filthiest fucker on the board?"

“I would vote for you over Primath, if that helps."

“Awwwww," Quroth curled his lips, “you're so sweet!"

“Your father always told me as such."

“I'm sure he did." Quroth rubbed his chin. “Daglow?"

Valerie's face did the talking before she could. A slight curl of her lips, a narrowing of her eyes.

“You don't really think of him as part of the family."

“He's got a board seat like all the rest of us."

“A Sirian as CEO…"

“Lupiad."

Valerie waved her hand dismissively, “He might distract from some of your father's older, shall we say, antiquated public opinions?"

“He did adopt him for that reason."

“Perhaps…" Valerie pressed her finger to her lip, “...he still has some use for that. He is quite limited in assertiveness and has very few connections to cause us trouble, stuck on that farm of his."

“Of Father's."

“Yes, of course," Valerie smiled. “The board, of course, will make the correct decision."

“Of course, of course."

“It's Uloth," Quroth announced as he flew through the doors. “She's supporting Uloth!"

The living room was surrounded with black, adobe bricks made from prized clay from the Pitch Desert. Even before Quroth turned the lights on they shimmered luxuriously in the dark, in fact once they were illuminated the age and wear on them was more visible. Scratches were raked all along the walls along with the occasional dent, repair work that failed to cover century-old fist holes.

It had been luxurious long ago, a new suburb for the ultra-wealthy, but styles and preferences changed. Quroth just liked it because it was private and the neighborhood was on the rim of Hashan's Hope in an isolated spot, so it had not fallen into full-on suburban decay. It didn't matter that there was a strange odor, baffling even to his feline nose, privacy was paramount.

“What?" Ilayo called from above, his voice trailing down the staircase stretching up from the living room. “Are you serious!?"

“I could tell, I could fucking tell!" Quroth's heart raced as he bounded up the stairs. “She told me one thing, obvious fucking lie! Not as smart as she thinks!"

Ilayo stepped out from a doorway, the Vulpeculan was naked from muzzle to feet. Her black fur almost made her invisible against the walls.

“Calm down, my love," Ilayo reached up and rubbed her soft paws along the length of Quroth's muzzle, “my master."

Quroth closed his eyes, focused on the gentle massage of his slave's paw.

“I asked her about who she wanted as CEO…" Quroth whispered slowly, “...she was very clear about me and Primath. She alluded to Daglow as her choice but she'd never do that, he's a fucking joke!"

A bushy tail wrapped around Quroth's legs, “You think she's lying about Daglow?"

“She's trying to distract me, make me focus on him, but you know what?" Quroth opened his eyes and looked down on his slave with a wicked snarl. “She dodged when I asked about Uloth. She had a lot to say even about those she claimed she never thinks about, but she had nothing to say about him. Nothing!"

“Fuck," Ilayo sighed, looking downward, “you might be right."

“What do I do?"

“First," Ilayo stepped away and pulled Quroth by the paw. His right ear twitched, “you need something to calm yourself down with. I heard it beating before you even opened the door."

“Sorry," Quroth licked his lips as his slave led him into the bedroom, “once this is over, let's quit again."

A single row of a powder laid on the ivory-colored dresser just to the right of the doorway. Quroth immediately leaned over and pressed his snout onto the wood and snorted up the drug.

“Ahhhhh," Quroth sighed, his arms and legs turned to jelly. The rampant odor in the house was swept away.

“Come to bed, we'll sort this out."

Quroth floated like a balloon over a canopy bed with blue curtains. It was sagging to the right, propped up by a cinder block beneath the frame, and threatened to collapse the moment the Regulian fell down upon it.

With his brain swimming, Quroth closed his eyes for what he thought was a mere second and upon opening them, found his cock sheathed into Ilayo's rear. The Vulpeculan was squatting atop his cock, riding it slowly with his tongue dangling from his lips.

“Two ways you can handle it," the Vulpeculan spoke, his voice sounded like it was underwater.

“Huh…?" Quroth muttered, feeling his barbs flick against the inside of his slave.

“Let Daglow know, he's in the best position to get any of your father's dirt before the other two arrive."

Drool trickled out from Quroth's lips and he struggled to utter a word. The tranquilizer was working a bit too well.

“Or let Primath know, pit him against his brother. The farm's a good place for them to start a fight, especially if they're chartering."

Ilayo leaned in, his black nose quickly pressing against Quroth's lips as he squeezed his hips around the Regulian's cock.

“Or worse, an accident."

“I…" Quroth's lips were numb, “...I don't think it's working."

“Oh no, this will work," Ilayo whispered, “you're your father's preferred heir. You will-"

“No, I-" Quroth looked past his slave and at his cock, buried deep within Ilayo's rear. “The tranq and…"

“Does it feel good?" Ilayo peered back and then at his master.

“Yes."

“That's all that matters," Ilayo squeezed and let the barbed cock slip further into his depths.

“Mmmmmm…"

“I'll do this all night if you wish, master. Cum or no cum."

“Yes…"

“And then we'll strike."