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The charter ship back was soaked with silence. Neither Primath, nor Uloth, nor Daglow, who had opted to join the trip much to the other’s chagrin; saw fit to discuss matters of the estate and retired to their bunks in solitude.

For Primath, the only thing breaking up the quiet was the ding of his datapad. The harassment campaign had not died down for a second and the account called TRAD TIGER LIFESTYLE was sending Jolts his way seemingly non-stop.

It hurt less now though, Primath assured himself. He had the first bit of evidence he needed to knock Uloth out of the game, that was some comfort. He was going to win.

They made touchdown at the spaceport extremely early in the morning. The air was dry and cool as they left the terminal and stood before the transportation loop.

“No company limos?” Daglow asked, tilting his head before the quiet road. There were a few taxis but not many. “So much for the hospitality of System to System!”

“Eh…” Primath shrugged, “...I like taxis. The drivers help keep you grounded, you know? You get the buzz from them, what’s going on…”

Truthfully, Primath forgot to call them in. Of course, Uloth could have done that as well and with his insistence on military punctuality that was more odd than anything.

“I have some important business,” Uloth patted Primath on the shoulder suddenly, giving the older brother a quick jolt. “Keep in touch.”

Uloth helped himself to the nearest taxi, a yellow SUV, and the driver immediately hauled him out of there.

Shit.

Primath lashed his tail. Did he find something as well? What’s his rush?

Daglow’s ears were perked. No doubt he was thinking the same thing.

Don’t look so eager to get moving…

Primath sniffed, trying to get a read on Daglow’s scent, but the smell of cement and asphalt was too powerful.

“Well!” Daglow wagged his tail. “I’m staying at a delightful theme hotel in the city center! All the staff are humans dressed during the first years of Regulian rule!”

“I can already imagine how inaccurate and degrading that’s going to be.”

Daglow rolled his eyes, “If they don’t like it, they can work elsewhere.”

With a completely unnecessary whistle, Daglow waved at one of the parked taxis and waited for the driver, a Vulpeculan, to get out and open the door for him.

Primath didn’t wait for Daglow to get moving. He strode over to a brown sedan with a taxi sign atop it, tapping gently on the tinted black windows. The lock clicked open and he opened up the rear door, letting himself inside.

“Hello, t’Osgar.”

The barrel of a needler pointed at Primath’s eye in an instant. Primath froze, unable to so much as stammer or raise his paws in surrender. He just sat, unmoving.

Primath looked down at the back seat of the front passenger. There was a taxi driver license showing a pale-skinned human, but Primath could smell two Vulpeculans in the front. He slowly breathed, subtly trying to ingrain his assailant’s scent in his mind.

“Go ahead, sniff! Get a good look at our faces too!” the driver chuckled.

This was not how most kidnappers acted and it took Primath by surprise. His spine chilled. This was worse than ransomers but Primath refused to accept the truth of the matter.

“In fact, we insist!” the barrel rattled, nearly catching Primath in the eye. “Go on, let's talk eye to eye!”

Finally, Primath was able to shift his eyes away from the deadly weapon threatening him. Sitting in the front were two Vulpeculans, just as he smelled. The driver was as white as snow and the passenger, the same one holding the needler, was pitch black.

Both of them had a badge on the breast of their black uniforms. These were agents of The Claw.

“Hey there, Little Primo!” the driver pinched Primath on the nose. “How’s the videogame going?”

“I…” Primath swallowed, “...I got no business with-”

“But we have business with you!” the black Vulpeculan patted his partner on the shoulder. “Go on, let's take him for a drive!”

The car rumbled to life and began to coast along the road. Primath could barely see out of the tinted windows.

Tinted windows…how could I have been so stupid!

“You know, we were gonna follow and blackbag you when we had a chance?” the driver peered back, his brown eyes twinkling wickedly. “But then you came right to us! Think he’s got a kink for being interrogated?”

“Mmmm…” the needler shook and Primath looked down at the trigger, a black digit tightly wrapped around it, “...maybe he wants us to pull his claws out with pliers?

“Or disappear him into a Black Zone.”

“Eyes, definitely the eyes!” the barrel bounced off of Primath’s eye and he didn’t even dare flinch. “Wants something to mark the occasion. Bet the boss’d dig having a t’Osgar eye in a jar too!”

“What…” Primath grit his teeth together and kept his tail still, “...the fuck do you want with me?”

“Just wanted to ask about the game, Primo!” the black one said. “How is it going anyway? Gonna get another relative arrested over that?”

“Father was acquitted.”

“And now he’s not doing so well! Wonder how much of the stress you caused him contributed to his health?”

“It’d be only fair if you took the blame this time,” the driver said.

“For what?” Primath licked his lips nervously. “We’re in compliance with AI laws and cultural depictions!”

“New auditing rules. Always new ones!” the driver yawned. “But surely you’ve adapted to those already? If so, there should be no problem if we send an auditor over to check, right?”

“There’s no need for tha-”

The car thumped as it ran over something. For a moment, Primath thought that the needler had fired but was relieved that both of his eyes remained intact.

“Auditors are awfully busy, partner,” the driver turned his muzzle towards the passenger.

“Indeed they are. I suppose we could let this one slide…”

Here it comes.

“If…”

The agents were drawing this out, practically delighting in the torment. Primath’s heart was racing and his nose and pads were sweating. No doubt the Vulpeculans could smell it too.

“Your brother, let him take control of the company.”

“My…” Primath paused, staring down the barrel. “...what?”

“Colonel Uloth. Make sure he gets control of the company and don’t do anything to get in his way.”

“What the fuck?” Primath’s eye twitched. “He’s a Claw asset!?”

“We didn’t say that. All we said is that he must become CEO no matter what.”

“Why?”

“None of your business,” the needler shook threateningly. “So if you’re planning on doing any sort of brotherly sabotage of him, I’d suggest for your sake you stop. We can make things you could only imagine happen if you don’t.”

The papers rustled against Primath’s breast pocket. They didn’t know he had it, they’d have brought it up without question, but what they did know was that there was a good chance by mere relation that Primath could embarrass Uloth.

Perhaps it was the blackmail opportunity itself that made The Claw want Uloth in charge. Something to hold above his head until the day he died.

“L-look…” Primath swallowed, “...what if, you know I’ve cooperated before, what if I were to become CEO and swear-”

“No. We want Uloth,” the black Vulpeculan sneered, wrinkling his narrow muzzle. “You can fight tooth and claw for whatever other position you want: VP of Operations or Chief Toilet Cleaner, but we want Uloth and we will have him.”

“But, look…” Primath nodded at both of the Vulpeculans, “...I’m on your side, okay? Uloth isn’t, he’s downright a reactionary! Probably would fire all Vulpeculans in the company, you know? At least all the ones who aren’t slaves!”

“Here it comes…” the driver said with a huff.

“We, uh, we don’t agree on a lot of things, but you and I? I mean, The Claw and I? We agree in equal opportunity employment, yeah? So, like…” Primath clapped his palms together, “...maybe we can make something magical happen? Really make the Empire a better place?”

“You want to make the Empire a better place?” the black Vulpeculan asked slowly and softly.

“Yes! I mean, you know my file, you know me, right?”

“Okay, here’s the alternative deal…”

The driver snickered.

“Kill your family and every high ranking executive and then kill yourself, leaving behind a suicide note that all assets of the company should be nationalized for the good of the Empire.”

Primath blinked.

“I…”

“System to System is a rotten company. It can’t be redeemed, only gutted. You can’t save it, nor can any of your brothers,” the black agent shrugged. “We have orders for Uloth to be CEO, so we obey, but if you committed a mass murder-suicide, then we wouldn’t be able to proceed with Uloth. The Claw, on behalf of our beloved Emperor, would be able to put your family’s assets to better use than you ever could.”

“That’s insane!” Primath snapped, spittle flying out of his lips. “You can’t demand that of me! I’m on YOUR SIDE!”

“Our side wants Uloth, we gave you another choice and you refused. There are no other choices, none. We are done here.”

The car suddenly jerked to a halt and Primath once again almost banged his eye right into the barrel of the needler. Outside, the blinking neon lights of Utopian Interactive’s sprawling glass campus shone through the tinted windows.

“Think positive, Primo,” the driver said with a wry smirk. “To make us happy, you don’t have to do anything at all! You should be used to that kind of lifestyle, right?”

The lock on the door clicked and the door automatically swung open. A gust of dry air rushed in, carrying the smell of old weeds and scorched grass.

As soon as the needler left Primath’s eye, he immediately shuffled towards the door and crawled out onto his feet. His legs were rubbery and his paws began to sweat and shake.

“One last gift, by the way!”

Searing pain exploded in Primath’s rear and he fell forwards onto the sidewalk, landing himself safely on the elbow before his head could hit the pavement. Primath roared, barely catching the sharp click from the cab.

Twisting his body over, Primath saw a pool of blood welling up in the butt of his trousers around a thin hole.

“Don’t be such a fucking pussy,” the black Vulpeculan waved his needler, which was hissing with steam. “Shot you in the least lethal spot imaginable; you’re welcome!”

The door shut and the car sped away, tires squealing.

Uloth swiped his card across the reader and the door to his apartment swung open.

Snow, his beloved Snow, was waiting there on the couch in the living room. The white Equuileian was covered in nothing more than a silk sash running from his shoulder and down across his bulging crotch. A large basket of fruit was on the coffee table.

“You’ve been away for awhile,” Snow said with a huff as he slowly licked at a bright, golden apple. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

The door slammed shut and Uloth got down on his knees. He couldn’t help himself and squeezed his legs together as his cock ached with sudden pleasure.

“I’m sorry, my Lord…” Uloth bowed his head, “...I was away for far too long.”

Snow took a big chomp out of the apple and pushed the basket of fruit with his hoof.

“Eat, servant,” Snow snorted. “Be grateful.”

“Glory.”

The safeword was uttered and Snow immediately broke off the game, relaxing himself and and patting for his master to join him on the couch.

“Sorry,” Snow said quietly, “I thought it might be a nice surprise.”

“It was, just…” Uloth sat on the couch and pressed his nose against the soft, short fur covering his slave’s muscular body, “...it was not a good trip.”

Snow tapped Uloth on the shoulder and the Regulian raised his head. The yellow apple was inches away from his face. Uloth took a bite across the same spot his slave had bitten, taking in the mild flavors of the apple along with the unique taste of his slave’s saliva.

Apples were fine, Uloth figured, but he didn’t quite get what Snow meant when he said they were exceptionally sweet and delicious. It was a flavor palette that Regulians could not taste and there was no implant to change that, unlike the color spectrum surgery.

The real pleasure was sharing a joy with his beloved slave. It was enough to make Uloth wish to get back into the roleplay, to do whatever Snow desired. Half of Uloth wanted to suck his cock and the other half desired to take it up his rear. Both wanted to serve.

But a small, tiny part of Uloth that didn’t even justify a percentile of him managed to win out. That part wanted to talk about his bad experience.

“I found nothing,” Uloth admitted after swallowing. “Absolutely nothing to help us.”

“Nothing at all?” Snow put the apple atop the pile in the basket and wrapped his strong arms around Uloth. “Surely there was something?”

“Daglow wasted a ton of money on an ice meteor.”

“Should I even ask what he was doing with it?”

“No point, not important,” Uloth sighed. “I was a fool.”

“Why?”

“I missed you so much that I fooled around with one of the farm’s slaves.”

“Aww, master…” Snow squeaked Uloth tight, “...I missed you too. I rented out a young Regulian slave to serve me while you were away.”

“Thought I smelled someone unfamiliar,” Uloth sniffed. There was no trace other than the strong, musky odor that came with Snow’s presence. “He treat you well?”

“Not as well as you, master.”

“I wish I didn’t have these thoughts…”

“To act on your desires is strength, not weakness. You want what you desire and you demand it.”

“Sometimes I imagine we really lost the war,” Uloth licked his lips slowly. “And somehow I ended up your slave. No more military rank, no more thinking about the company…”

“I’ll treat you however you desire, master,” Snow nuzzled Uloth’s cheek. “But you must be careful. None of your brothers saw you? Smelled you?”

“Hosed down the slave after and had him do the same for me, of course.”

“Good.”

“But I didn’t find anything to help us, I think Primath might have found father’s secret documents and I don’t know…I got one thing I’m doing to fuck with him, but I don’t think it’s going to be enough!”

“There is no one more deserving of this than you. Whatever Primath has in mind, if anything, it’s nothing. You’re a respected officer with a spotless record. Who wouldn’t want you?”

“But no one has told me that! I know there is no one more worthy, but there has been nothing but dead silence!”

“Someone does.”

“Aside from you.”

“No, I mean…”

Snow broke off from the hug and gave a tap with his hoof against the wicker basket.

“Someone dropped this off today, there’s a card attached.”

Uloth leaned over and spun the basket around, an overripe plum rolling off and splattering against the glass top of the table. Snow picked up the remains and began licking at them as Uloth flicked open a card.

“Welcome back to Regulus! We hope your trip went well! Here’s a gift to the future CEO of System to System. Keep on doing what you’re doing and we’ll make sure the future comes true!”

Uloth mouthed the words, “Sincerely, your friends.”

“Oh no…” Uloth whispered, pushing the basket away.

“What’s wrong?”

“This could be…I don’t know,” Uloth stiffened up. “I’m not sure whether to feel better that someone wants me as CEO or worse that I don’t know who they are.”

Uloth’s heart raced. As much as he wanted to maintain his composure, he couldn’t do it around Snow. His slave was his confidence’s only weakness, the battering ram that would always shatter the foundation of his walls.

“Glory,” Uloth whispered.

With the cancellation of the safeword, Snow grabbed Uloth by the back of his mane, tugging at his fur.

“Good slave,” Snow whispered.

Pushing aside the sash, Snow’s cock flopped across his leg, already having been freed from it’s sheath some time ago. The base was already flared and slick with pre-cum.

Uloth licked his lips. He was free from thinking about the future. There was only the now, along with whatever orders his master demanded.

Snow lowered Uloth’s head down to his crotch. The Regulian took in every minute detail of the Equuileian’s scent before opened up maw and letting that thick cock enter him.

Snow had a taste far more complex than any apple, that was for sure. To taste his cock was to taste the finest dishes in all of Regulian space, compressed into an idol of worship for Uloth.

It would be a long night and Uloth had nothing but time to give to his slave. His beloved.

It had been a long, slow walk from the sidewalk to his office, but Primath had finally made it.

Thankfully, the company was out on a Dynamic Lunch and remained out on one for the rest of the day. No one saw Primath enter, dragging his left leg behind him with a spot of blood on his butt.

The Claw had him.

Primath sat in his chair, favoring his right butt, and poured a glass of Arshok. The light blue liquor, hard by Regulian standards, filled up the tumbler to the brim before Primath lifted it to his lips and shot it all down.

The Arshok tasted like motor oil. Primath always liked human liquor more, it was better, no doubt, but today he was miserable enough to drink something more traditional and Regulian. Normally he’d only whip it out when a reactionary investor, the kind who was suspicious of any alien liquor, came about.

Not that they ever invested in his game to begin with.

“Too soft.”

“Too idealistic.”

They’d say again and again, followed by a denial of investment.

But Primath had to keep on inviting them, even though there was no chance of them investing. The game must be created, Primath’s vision of a better galaxy must be shown.

Even when it was long past release date.

Tonight though, Primath wanted to be Regulian. To suffer self-pity via the destruction they had caused to their subjects, to pretend to revel in the violence the culture offered, and to drown his sorrows.

A knock came at the door.

“Come in,” Primath said as he poured himself another glass.

The door squeaked open and Primath’s new secretary came sliding in.

“Sir, I’m about to head off for the night.”

Primath blinked, looking at his monitor. It was late, when did that happen?

“Garrrreth,” Primath trilled. He hadn’t noticed how slender the human was, how youthful and small. The secretary quivered slightly at Primath’s mere gaze, no doubt out of arousal, for who wouldn’t be attracted to such a kind boss?

“Rick,” the human corrected, his eyes flicking down to the blue liquor, “I see you’re busy.”

“Rrrrrricketh,” Primath purred with a giggle. “You like working here?”

“Yes, sir. Of course I do.”

“You like…” Primath pointed his thumb-claws at his chest, “...working for me?”

“You’re the best boss I’ve ever had.”

Any implication of a backhandedness to Rick’s compliment was lost on the Regulian.

“I try, I really try, you know?” Primath stood up, swinging his glass around and spilling blue liquid onto the floor. A mixture of the drink and the needle lodged in his butt made walking quite difficult. “I try to be nice, as nice as I can, because I know how much we’ve fucked up your people, you know?”

“Uh…” Rick took a step backwards, “...you haven’t fucked my people up, not yourself.”

“And do I ever get any thanks for it!?” Primath took a long gulp of his glass, draining all but a quarter of the brew. “Got all these fuckers riding my ass constantly! Investors, the government, The Claw, even my own flesh and blood relatives!”

Rick took another step back, bumping up against the office wall. He had made the mistake of pivoting to the right and not going straight for the door, giving Primath a chance to corner him.

Primath utterly dwarfed the human. Even under normal circumstances, Rick knew just how badly a Regulian could damage him if they so pleased and how few legal resources there were. All of this was made worse when said Regulian was drunk and, as even Rick’s weak human nose could smell, was desiring something intimate from him.

Planting his paw on the wall, Primath loomed over the human, staring down at him with fierce, predatory eyes.

“You know the company policy about sexual harassment, right?” Primath whispered, baring his fangs.

Rick nodded.

“This isn’t that, is it?”

Rick shook his head.

“Good.”

Primath flung his glass across the room, smashing it against his desk.

Rick jumped with shock, but was quickly stilled by Primath pulling him into an embrace.

“Kiss me,” Primath growled lustfully. “Like a human would.”

The human pressed his lips up against Primath’s mouth and slowly let his tongue slip inside. Primath stood mostly still, letting the human explore with his tongue and partly out of not knowing what to do.

A tear trickled down Rick’s cheek and Primath raked his rough tongue across it, tasting the delicious salt.

In a mere moment, Primath had torn off Rick’s trousers into shreds and hoisted him up by his legs, pushing him up against the wall. Primath blinked again and found his barbed cock buried deep within the human, who was screaming out.

He loves it!

Primath growled playfully as he pounded his secretary.

They love it!

Why couldn’t the world see what kindness he had to offer? Why did people have to constantly get in his way?

If all of Regulus behaved like he did, there would be no problem!

“I love you!” Primath roared.

With a shudder, Primath gave one final thrust and spewed his creamy love deep within the human, who could do nothing more than rattle a tiny moan in his throat.

Primath collapsed onto the floor, carrying the human safely down with him and snuggling him against his side.

“That was good, wasn’t it?” Primath asked.

Rick shivered.

Primath slowly looked over at his human and noticed a trail of blood coming out from between his legs.

“You’re bleeding,” Primath chuckled and gave Rick a soft lick on the cheek. “It happens, especially for a first time with a Regulian. It’ll scar up, get stronger.”

“You’re…” Rick’s voice began with a jolt, as if he were about to unload something, but he caught himself as he looked on the ground, “...you’re bleeding too.”

Primath looked down.

“Guess we’re not so different,” Primath said with a laugh.

“Y-yeah…”

Rick forced himself to laugh, an act that grew harder with every breath until he just cut himself off and hugged his chest.

“There’s a medkit in the break room,” Primath said. “Can you get that along with some forceps?”

“Can I…?” Rick asked before shaking his head. “Of course, sir.”

“And uh…”

Primath leaned towards Rick’s ear and whispered.

“Don’t tell anyone about this? I mean, there was nothing wrong about it, we agreed to it, but some folks might get the wrong idea, you get it?”

Perhaps out of a desire to be free of the situation or out of fear from having an apex predator’s jaws inches away from his face, Rick nodded and was quickly released from Primath’s grip.

Blood trailed behind Rick as he made his way out of the office, opened the door and left, shutting it behind him.

Slowly, Primath pushed himself to his feet and limped over to his desk.

Primath opted to stand with the freshly opened needle wound leaking down his legs as he turned on his monitor and went straight to his emails.

“The deal is off,” Primath muttered as he typed. “I have nothing on our brother.”

Entering Quroth’s email, Primath hit send and shut off the monitor the moment it was done.

It stung worse than the wound in his rear, but there was no fighting The Claw on this. They had his balls in a grip and were beginning to squeeze. They could do far worse.

At least Primath still had his own company, he figured.

At least he still had his project.

Growling, Primath thought of Rick.

Bet he’d be ready for round two when he gets back…