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Things Escalate

I was awoken by, of all things, the strong anthem of the old French Republic. As La Marseillaise boomed away, my eyes fluttered open and saw the faint glow of the television across the bed broadcasting a colorized edit of Casablanca. It was the first time I saw it in color and it was a little surreal; not helping matters was the alien fox girl lying on her belly, hands bracing her chin as she watched, entranced at the screen.

Squeezing her on the bum, I crawled up next to her, “You’re watching the colorized version? Ew.”

She peered back, quickly pressing her nose against mine before whispering, “We’re color-blind.”

“Really?” I asked honestly. I’d heard, but things like this tended to get exaggerated, “So, both versions look the same?”

“No. But it’s not the same color you see,” she held up two black fingers in a v shape, “Got a smoke?”

I peered towards the screen, portraying Rick’s nightclub full of smoking expats and refugees, “No. I don’t smoke.”

“Neither do I,” Rit said with a sigh, “But I thought humans smoked after sex? I see it all the time in the Duke’s collection of Human movies.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever done that,” I paused, dreading to think of the kinds of movies he normally showed her. Somehow I didn’t think they were nearly as respectable as what was on the TV right now, “You can’t believe everything about a culture from television.”

The song ended with a rallying cry of “Viva La France!” before hastily cutting to a commercial break. Hopefully a representative from the Duchy of Europa wasn’t watching, La Marseillaise was banned there. Thankfully for the good of the Kingdom of Earth, a more appropriate broadcast was upon us.

“Do people ever tell you that you tend to see things coming before they do?” the narrator paused and the screen flashed to show a bald human man staring coldly at the viewer, “Perhaps they’re right. The Regulian Empire is holding testing for Human psionic capabilities. Apply now and guarantee your chance to expand your mind to its full potential.”

Without so much as a breather, the next commercial played, “The enemies of the Empire are as numerous as our benefits,” a picture of a woman with a graduation cap on flashed, “Education,” a man with a hard-hat pointed at a blueprint, “Skills,” and finally, a single human in full body armor with a laser carbine stood on the head of a massive sand dune; a barely-clothed Vulpeculan sat at his side, arms clutched around his leg, “Adventure. Join the Imperial Marines today.”

“Ah,” Rit suddenly spoke up, pointing a claw at the screen, “That shot was not far from my home village.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you miss it?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“Why do you sound so shocked?” she looked at me, her muzzle wrinkled in annoyance.

“Well, uh, I thought that you had been, uh...” I paused, feeling a little bit like a shithead at this point, “Well, you’re a slave. I figured you’d been...”

“Kidnapped? Sold?” she groaned, crawling back against the pillow next to mine, “I already was a slave on Beta Vulpeculae when I was sold off-planet as part of our tribute. When it comes down to it, if I had to choose between a Vulpeculan master or the Duke, I’d pick the Duke any day.”

“Rit,” I paused once again, nervously not knowing how to continue, “This party. I mean, what I...”

She pressed a finger against my lip, “If I didn’t want to have sex with you I would have changed the color of my collar.”

“What?”

“Oh? You didn’t know?” she reached around the inside of her collar and with a twist it silently switched to a gray color.

I stared back in awe, “No way.”

“There’s a lot behind the scenes here. You can bet my Vulpeculan master didn’t give me such a privilege...” she trailed off, stretching, “It’s not that bad here, as far as life goes. As long as you don’t attract attention from one of the bad Princes, you don’t have to do too much you don’t want to.”

Oh shit.

Prince.

I had to get moving.

“Sorry,” I stood up and got to my feet, the linens clinging to my side as I grabbed my clothes. Rit’s claws brushed against my arm as she tried to stop me from moving. I stepped into my trousers and continued, “I need to see someone right now. Will you wait for me?”

“Mmm...”

“I’m sorry,” I leaned over and kissed her on the tip of her nose, “I won’t be long.”

I couldn’t find my suit jacket, but managed to get my chest covered with my dress shirt. Slipping on my shoes, I flicked the TV off, waved to Rit, and opened the door.

And came face to face with a Regulian prince wearing nothing but a blue robe that was unraveled and leaving his strong, tawny-furred chest bare.

“Well, well,” Litho purred, confidently stepping in and pushing me aside. He appraised the room, his gaze locking on Rit who covered herself up with the linens and stared back in anxious fear, “You have been busy, Nate.”

Stepping between him and the bed, I met his amber gaze, “I won the bet...it would seem.”

“It would seem,” he replied, revealing the golden collar he threatened me with earlier and tossed it aside.

“So, uh, you’re going to recommend me, right?”

Litho gave me a glance.

“And, you’re not going to, uh, do what you intended to do, right?”

“You have your freedom for life,” he murmured.

He wrapped his strong arms around my chest and brought my face to his. Rubbing against my cheek, I felt the soft motor of his purr and I couldn’t help but feel relaxed. Something about being held by someone this strong, but who had such a soft…

“But not for tonight...”

I was flung against the bed before I could realize what happened. Rit shrieked and scrambled to my side. There was a swift crack and she was launched off the bed with a sickening yowl. I was alone. But not for long.

Balling my fists, I swung blindly in front of me. It was to no avail as two heavy paws wrapped around my wrists and pushed down. Soon, the lion-like prince was atop me, fully naked and his massive jaws tensing against my neck.

“Did you think I’d let a Human make a fool of me that easily?” He growled, clamping his teeth down and sending jolts of pain throughout my neck. I felt something run down the side of my shoulder and only when Litho reared back grinning and I saw his blood-stained fangs did I realize what it was, “You may have won this game but you’re still a slave, no matter how free you think you are.”

His palm wrapped around my throat, tightening and constricting like a snake. Suddenly aware of my arms being free, I tried to wrench his grip free.

“I want to hear you say it,” he whispered, still choking me with one hand and rubbing at his sheath with the other, “Say it!”

My throat was freed and I desperately gasped for air. I didn’t even think of saying anything, survival was at the height of my worries, and the desire for air exceeded anything I could possibly fear.

“I said, say it!”

“What?”

Pain exploded across my cheek, filling my vision with stars. Before I could reel back to face him, his paw gently grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look at his massive face. Once again, I realized he could very easily have bitten my head off. He had the physical power to do it and the social power to get away with it. But he was enjoying this, I could tell, peering down for a second at his thigh, where his pink cock had freed itself of the sheath and was growing larger by the second. The size was not the only thing I fear, it was the thin, hair-like barbs that dotted the shaft. The rumors were true.

“Say you’re a useless slave,” he growled, bringing his large, brown nose towards mine. With a wet lick, he continued, “And I’m your sovereign. Your master.”

I wouldn’t. It was true, but I couldn’t say it.

“Say it!”

His claws retracted and gripped the side of my cheek. The message was clear.

I had no choice.

“I’m your slave,” I muttered unwillingly. The very words caused Litho to moan with pleasure and clutch his cock tightly, grinding it with his palm, “And you are my master.”

“Again!”

“You are my master,” I repeated, tears welling up, “And I am your slave.”

Moaning uncontrollably, he lifted my legs, exposing my rear. Gasping, I began to squirm as I realized what he had in mind. I pleaded for him to stop but all he did was groan in response. I waited for him to make his move.

But he just stared. Dumbly and without expression.

His grip on my legs weakened and they fell to the mattress. He continued staring blankly at my nether regions, seemingly unsure of what to do.

Foam welled up around his lips, spewing out violently. With an agonized groan, he collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his face atop mine. Rancid drool ran onto my cheek and I tried to squirm out from under him, but there was no chance, the Regulian was far too heavy.

At first I thought he was passed out drunk, despite their size none of the aliens held a candle to humans in terms of alcohol tolerance, but then I felt something, or rather, felt something missing.

Litho wasn’t breathing.