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A Slave for Coin

Brolath's hide itched as he strode through the narrow streets of the Imperial Quarter. He couldn't get Abel's rebukes out of his mind, why was the human so appalled by him? And why did the human pour the drink for Rorgh? Was Rorgh making his own move on Abel?

Jealously filled the air back at the hotel room and Rorgh could sense it. The Adjunct had ordered Brolath head out and take a breather with the excuse that Abel was on trek to the enemy's location and there was nothing to monitor until he made contact again.

So they can have a secret conversation? Perhaps flirt on the datapad?

Brolath shook his head, it was a stupid thing to think and Brolath was a fool for letting these thoughts cloud his mind, but it didn't make sense to the Regulian. Chikak had responded to his aggressive, dominant flirts very well, having all but thrown him up against the wall in their first fit of passion, the Chaplain certainly responded well when Brolath tested the waters by ordering him to make him drinks, but the human…

And how did things end with Chikal?

It didn't make sense. The Regulian Empire conquered humanity without question, it was their duty to be submissive towards their betters in exchange for all the gifts the Empire had to offer.

Confused to no end, Brolath took a quick turn into a building attached to the suspended railway station that advertised itself as the “Humanity Museum." There was something about humans that Brolath figured he was missing and he wanted to try and find out what that was.

Entrance to the museum was free but Brolath donated a few credits at the desk towards feeding the starving population of the Autonomous Zone. There was not much to the museum's main exhibits, just a few spears and arrowheads in glass containers, which was the first sign to Brolath that the museum might have been slightly biased, given that he knew damn well that humans had weapons far more advanced than that. It was almost impressive given how alien weapons, including humanity, were the biggest craze among rich Regulians right now.

Despite these misgivings, Brolath found himself entering a theater in the museum that offered a half-hour rundown of the history of Earth. About half the seats were full, mostly Regulian families with richly colored dresses and suits, who had no ability to control their cubs. The only thing louder than the shrieking cubs was a fat Regulian who took up two seats who was uttering a booming laughter as his two Vulpeculan concubines massaged and stroked him while he smoked a cigar.

The unwanted orchestra did not end even when the show began, Brolath had to struggle to listen to the movie but thankfully the visuals gave a lot of it away.

The first half of the movie was almost a non-stop series of violence and murder. It began with naked humans with bones pierced through their noses clubbing other humans to death and ended with a description of 250 different states on the planet, all of which were in constant war with the other.

Until humanity' savior came from beyond the stars. The proud Regulian demolished the centers of power of the most dangerous of the planet's warlords, sending the power-hungry despots into a panic when the planetary invasion began. Regulian troops were shown marching into cities with cheering crowds of humans welcoming them.

“With the unification of Earth under one Empire, the people of the planet felt an obligation to reward their new gracious lords."

A male human with no shirt on bowed towards the camera while a brown paw slipped a collar around his neck.

“Slavery, under the Regulian Empire, offers a greater standard of living than any human on Earth could have hoped to achieve."

Another human appeared, lying in a soft bed inside a luxurious manor with the savannah of Regulus Prime visible through a window. His master, a massive Regulian with thick muscles, held him from behind and nipped at his shoulders while his thighs gently thrust at his rear.

Brolath rubbed his legs together.

“Please remember that all slave purchases on Earth are subject to a Freedom Tax if you ever decide to free them. Purchase slaves responsibly."

The End.

As everyone shuffled out of their seats, a cartoon spaceship danced onto the screen and started singing about donating scrap metal to the war effort.

Brolath figured the majority of what he was shown today was a lie but it was enough to get him to accept one thing: he was being a fool in trying to seduce Abel. He was overcomplicating what should be a simple matter of sating his desire for company.

But the Freedom Tax was a good deterrent to heading straight to the auction block. The Emperor had promised him a blank check with regards to purchasing a companion if he so desired, but if things did not work out for whatever reason and Brolath could not find another good owner, releasing a slave would be a pricey affair. The Tax was rigidly enforced to prevent an army of freedmen and abandoned slaves from forming in the streets, if you buy a slave in the Empire, you're supposed to take responsibility for them.

There were other options in the Imperial Quarter though, ones that wouldn't nearly be as binding. Brolath had Frontus to thank for the idea of making a turn and heading into the Red Light District, rain beginning to pour from the sky.

The alley was narrow and only lasted about two blocks but it was jam-packed with red lanterns and neon lights. There was an order to the madness, with woman for rent on the right and men on the left. A mixture of independent contractors standing on the street and brothels housing what promised to be exotic experiences within.

Brolath didn't get far, not before he caught wind of something that made his heart relax. It was a strange smell, familiar, but yet he could not place it. Comfortable visions swept through his mind, of a warm fireplace in winter, of bathing in the sun during the summer, happy families laughing and cheering.

Opening his eyes, he found the scent belonged to a skinny human with short blond hair, who was now standing inches away in a black raincoat dripping with water.

“Bonjou," the human whispered, “looking for company, my lion?"

The human smiled, twisting his side a little seductively. Brolath leaned his muzzle forward, brushing his nose against the human's pale skin and sniffing.

Brolath was not on a mission now, he was not under the weight of the Emperor's orders, and he had no fear of the Claw. He was walking side-by-side with this human backwards through his day: getting a tail brushed against his leg by a friendly Regulian, catching a cup of coffee, waking up from bed sweaty…

A finger tapped Brolath on the nose and pushed his snout back slightly.

“Sniffs aren't free, my lion," the human giggled, “but if you pay, you can smell me as long as you like."

“Your scent…" Brolath whispered, “...what do you wear? It's fascinating."

“I'll take that as a compliment," he smiled, “but I don't put anything on. This is me, this is Leon."

“Leon?"

“My name, it means lion," the human brushed a hand through Brolath's mane and scratched behind his ear, “funny how that works out, hm? You can call me whatever you wish."

“Leon is nice," Brolath leaned into the human's hand as he scratched, “are you interested in a long-term contract?"

“If you're looking for a slave, I'm not one."

“No..." Brolath muttered, “…I might be on Earth for awhile and could use a companion. All day and night, at my call, until I go home."

“Ah, afraid to commit to a slave, lion? Plenty of humans would love to have a master as handsome as you."

“I need...a companion to help me focus. I'm willing to pay extra."

“It will cost you, my handsome lion," Leon pursed his lips, “you might need an Imperial pension to afford it."

Brolath leaned in and sniffed the human's neck, “It's a deal then."

Gasping, Abel sat down on a flat rock. The peak of a chalet roof was sticking up past the road winding up the hill. It was hardly a mountain-top resort in the, it was merely near the base of a short mountain outside of town, but it was distant enough to wind Abel, especially with the lack of a car.

The air was crisp and refreshing. The city of Bern was visible to the west, looking almost like a quaint village rather than the chaotic city that the Regulians had turned it into.

Taking out his datapad, Abel typed in Rorgh's address manually into a chat program:

Abel: Arrived onsite.

Rorgh: Copy that.

Abel: About to make contact shortly, will send a message as soon as I can.

Rorgh: Acknowledged. Don't take any unnecessary risks.

Abel was about to end the chat when another message popped up.

Rorgh: You handled Brolath correctly. I believe he's gotten the picture.

Abel: That's good.

Rorgh: He's out getting some fresh air. Believe he's going to swing by the Red Light District. Hopefully he will abandon this foolishness.

Abel: Good.

Rorgh: Good luck and stay safe.

Abel hit the End Chat button and a message popped up to confirm all local chat logs and history were wiped. If the rebels decided to search his datapad they wouldn't find anything suspicious.

Yin's face appeared in Abel's call history and tapped it. There was no point in hiding his relations, Hada was among the rebels here and Abel being the adopted son of a Minister was already known. Wiping anything like this would be considered suspicious.

“Master Abel? What's wrong?" Yin's face popped onto the screen and tilted to the side.

“I have a secure line now," Abel nodded, “do you have a moment to talk about what we discussed last time?"

“You're certain no one is listening in?" Yin whispered.

Abel panned the datapad around the area, showing it was indeed deserted.

“Oh! What lovely mountains!" Yin clapped his paws together. “Reminds me of Lupus! When this war is over, we should take a family vacation there, you would love it!"

“Yeah," Abel nodded, “that would be nice. But about what we talked about..."

“Do you have someone you're attracted to?" Yin asked.

“I'm not sure," Abel scratched the side of his head. Just about the only person he could claim to be attracted to was Red and Abel was pretty sure that ship had sunk. Still, learning a bit more about his Father was relaxing compared to what he had to focus on right now. Any day might be the last day Abel had to live, it was important to spend as much time as he could with his family.

“I met your father in the Beta Vulpeculae Loyalty Center."

Abel's mouth slowly went agape.

“I think you can hazard a guess why I wanted this on a secure line, Master Abel."

Yin's black hackles were raised, visible even through the dim light of the living room back home.

“I'm sorry, Yin, if you-"

“It's fine, it is a hard memory but I think you're old enough and you should know these things."

“Alright," Abel cleared his throat, “please, go on."

“A tax collector was murdered in the Principality I was born into on Beta Vulpeculae. I was young and naive, despite growing up poor in the slums. I was the first person to find the body and I reported it to the Principality's guards and they responded by arresting me and charging me for murder. At no point did I ever see a judge, Vulpeculan nor Regulian, and was shipped off to the Loyalty Center."

“The stories of that gulag don't do it justice. In the middle of the most desolate desert on Beta Vulpeculae. Two hundred miles of sand where not even bacteria can live. It has never rained there, not even back when the planet was cooler. There is no escaping it, save for a slow death in the sands or a quick death with a shiv between the ribs."

“I learned to fight back, keep myself alive, but I knew it would not last long. Sooner or lately, I would either be killed or tortured by the other inmates."

That explains why Yin was able to kick my ass when I returned home from New Orleans.

“That was when I met Regnath. He was in the military back then, touring the prison and our eyes met. He could tell through all the grime and matted fur that there was an innocent Vulpeculan there. We talked a few times and I must confess, at first I just saw him as a way out, don't tell him that."

“I won't."

“But when I saw the extent of what he was willing to do to take me away from there...faking my death on the records. When we first left the planet, we stopped by at a space station and he placed a credit card on a table and told me that officially I wasn't a slave and that if I were to leave, no one would follow."

“And you stayed."

“Yes, Abel. It was not love yet, merely a desire to repay him, but that offer to let me leave was the kindling for the flame, even though I refused it," Yin closed his eyes, “it might not be freedom, Abel, but tending to your father's needs and raising you is a luxurious life compared to what I have been through."

There was a silence in the air as Abel processed what he had just heard. The Claw had been right that there was something suspicious about Yin's background but Abel saw nothing illegal. Not even the Empire would stand in the way of a romantic story like this, rich Regulians got away with flaunting the law for greater things.

Still, it would only make sense that Yin wanted to keep things quiet just in case.

“One more thing, Abel," Yin weaved his fingers together, “when you left for New Orleans, you asked about your biological parents."

“I shouldn't have asked," Abel gulped, remembering the exact words he used, Real parents.

“I shouldn't have panicked," Yin shook his head, ears flattening, “you deserve to know everything. I'm sorry, this is not going to be a happy story, do you want to leave it for another time?"

Abel's throat was sore and his palms were getting sweaty. He had made this call to hopefully calm himself down but it seemed to be doing the opposite. Still, the desire to know the truth won out.

“Tell me, if it's okay."

“Buenos Aires, during the invasion. Regnath has felt guilty about it for some time..." Yin paused, “...your parents were killed during an assault on the city."

Closing his eyes, Abel felt his heart sink.

“Yin, did Father…?"

“No, another soldier did," Yin leaned in towards the camera, “Regnath saw your father and mother lying there, your mother was still clutching a rifle to defend the baby within her womb. Regnath felt he could not let her bravery go to waste and with the help of a medic operated on her and brought you into this world. Once the war was over, he resigned from the military to raise you."

Conflicting emotions ran through Abel's head. He had no idea what to say.

“There is never a good time to meet someone you love, Abel," Yin whispered, “I met your father while in prison in the worst gulag in the Empire. Your father got you in the aftermath of two tragic deaths. When you feel it happen, Abel, let it happen and don't worry about the consequences."

Yin cleared his throat, “Please don't be mad at your father. He was afraid to tell you this, afraid that you would hate him."

“I'm not...I don't..." Abel said, not certain of how honest he was being, “...this is a lot to process, Yin."

“We can talk about it anytime you like."

“Thanks, I need a moment," Abel coughed, “I'll call you back when I've had a chance."

“We love you, Abel."

Abel ended the chat. A recording of the chat popped up on the datapad's file screen and Abel stopped the datapad from deleting it. He wanted to listen to it again and there was nothing that the rebels would have found suspicious in the video.

Hell, it might even be a perfect, believable justification for me joining the rebels. Parents killed during the invasion.

Abel felt sick at thinking of the whole matter so cynically and promised himself that he'd focus on the mission.

Getting up from his spot, he found that his legs were no longer aching and he hiked up the road leading to the chalet.

Carrying Leon in his arms and laughing gleefully with the human, Brolath pushed open the door to his hotel room.

“Nice den, eh?" Brolath growled playfully at the human.

“Mmm," Leon rubbed his short nose up against the Regulian's, “the fierce lion has kidnapped me and taken me back to his den! Whatever should I do?"

“Well, you could resist a little bit," Brolath growled, “just for fun."

Leon gently slapped at the Regulian's shoulders, “You brute! Let me go!" his voice could not contain his laughter.

“Grrrr! This lion wants to have some fun with his Leon."

“Please, I'll do anything," Leon chuckled, “just be gentle."

“AHEM!"

Rorgh's throat-clearing interrupted the scene. The brown Lupiad was standing there, his eyes tired and his muzzle inches above a cup of coffee.

“Oh? There's a wolf in your den too?" Leon grinned. “For the amount you're paying, I do not mind being shared."

“Uh, no," Brolath coughed, trying to think of an excuse that did not reveal their job, “this is Rorgh, my-"

“Business partner," Rorgh grinned with amusement, “and I was just going to leave and get a separate room to give you some privacy."

“Are you sure?" Brolath asked. “What about...uh...the client?"

“He's doing fine, on his way to the meeting. If he runs into trouble he'll call me," Rorgh playfully slapped Brolath with his tail while heading out of the room, “you two have some fun, okay?"

The door closed behind Rorgh and Leon immediately snickered.

“Business partners, hm?" Leon rubbed the tip of his finger along Brolath's wet nose. “Funny, I thought Regulians were more open about such intimate relations than humanity."

“We are," Brolath growled lustfully and threw Leon onto the bed, “which is why when we say business partner we mean it."

“You Regulians are something else...so sexually open and so domineering," Leon rubbed his legs together and sighed.

“Strip, human," Brolath ordered as he fumbled with his trousers.

Leon threw off his raincoat onto Rorgh's bed and slowly slipped off a black shirt, revealing a milk-white chest with two tiny, brown nipples. It was smooth and hairless, Brolath could not stop himself from pouncing atop the puny human and pinning him to the bed by his shoulders.

“Ah!" Leon gasped. “You've caught me!"

“Couldn't resist, my concubine," Brolath licked the human's cheek. He tasted just as exquisite as he smelled and Brolath was almost taken on a journey once again.

Running his nose and tongue along the human's chest, Brolath nibbled at his small nipples, squeezing one of them between his powerful fangs, gently so as to not hurt the human.

“Ohhhh!" Leon moaned and rubbed his hand through Brolath's mane. “Master!"

Grabbing Leon's trousers, Brolath shredded them with his claws and tossed the scraps to the side.

“Hey!" Leon exclaimed.

“I'll buy you another," Brolath licked his lips as he rubbed his pads along the human's cock. It was exposed, just like human cocks always were, and erect. He did not have a foreskin covering the tip like Abel did, from the quick moment Brolath saw him naked, and the pink tip of Leon's cock was out on full display.

Brolath did not have time to consider this anomaly in human cocks, he had better plans for the human. Humans had flexible lips and small teeth, they were renowned across the galaxy for being the most talented species at one particular sex acct.

Leaning back, Brolath grabbed the human by the shoulder and dragged him into position on his hand and knees. Any subtlety to Brolath's intentions were made obvious when he shifted his paw to Leon's head and pushed him down towards his sheathe.

It was a sheer miracle that Brolath was not erect yet, but the human quickly would change that. Leon's tongue probed past the entrance of the sheathe and his warm saliva dripped down into his hidden cock.

“Mmmmm..." Brolath purred as he scratched the human on the head. His tail was swishing playfully.

Leon pushed down on the sides of Brolath's sheathe with his tongue until his thick cock was revealed.

“Get to wor-" Brolath was about to order when the human beat him to it and began sucking. A wave of pleasure forced Brolath to bite his lip with one of his fangs.

Aliens around the galaxy and indeed, female Regulians themselves, have long joked and complained about how painful male Regulian barbs are. Clearly, those complaints were unfounded, Brolath figured. Despite there being an audible raking noise, the human did not so much as groan with pain as his tongue ran across Brolath's barbs lining his cock.

“Fuck…" Brolath gasped. His cock was already starting to convulse, smothered by the human's tight lips and tongue. He was going to come and it was far too soon for that.

An educational video played in Brolath's head from his adolescence that advised during inter-species sexual intercourse to engage in physical contact for a minimum of five minutes and to make sure to come after the subject species if it can be helped. This was to show off superior Regulian stamina, much like how the Emperor had to mate with a different slave every night.

Brolath was going to fail at both of these demands. He was going to make a fool of himself in front of the human, he was just too good at sucking cock.

“Stop!" Brolath ordered and Leon raised his head, saliva trailing from his lips to Brolath's cock.

Before Leon could ask what was the matter, Brolath pushed him back onto the bed and began stroking his cock. Several thick ropes of semen shot out, splattering across the human's face and chest. It felt amazing but a sense of burning shame ate at the back of Brolath's head. It was not even a minute. He had failed his species.

“Sorry..." Brolath whispered to himself, closing his eyes.

“You really wanted to mark me up, hm?" Leon moaned.

Brolath opened his eyes to see the human running a finger along his chest, scooping up a glob of semen and licking it up.

“If there's one thing I know about you lions," Leon smiled, “you can't wait to mark things as your property. You lasted longer than the others by far though."

“I..." Brolath licked his lips, “...lasted longer?"

“Honest truth," Leon sniffed, “I do tell everyone that, but this time I'm being honest, not just hooker honest."

“Thank you," Brolath sniffed the human. His unique scent was still here but there was an unmistakable mark of Brolath's own smell smothering it, a true sign of ownership greater than any slave contract.

Brolath lied down next to Leon and nuzzled as his cheek.

“Human," Brolath licked Leon, “why don't you go make me a drink?"

“Your wish is my command."

There was no backtalk, not even a hint of a desire to disobey from Leon as he got up, semen dripping from his pale skin onto the carpet as he went over to the bar and began mixing something up.

Brolath leaned back and closed his eyes. He had done the Empire proud this day.

About ten minutes later, Abel arrived on the main grounds. The place would have looked like a quaint place to stay during a vacation before the invasion, but now the light brown cabin was missing several shingles on the roof and had wooden planks over most of the windows. Anyone not familiar with the location would presume it was abandoned.

A few droplets of rain started to hit Abel on the scalp and he picked up his pace. A glass door was standing on the top of a short staircase leading onto a patio, which Abel ascended. Abel tapped the knock the was commanded to do on the door and waited.

Nothing happened.

He tapped again and tried the door, it was locked.

It was pitch black inside, even when Abel pressed his eyes up against the glass, he couldn't see inside.

“What the fuck?" Abel cursed and tapped the knock once more.

Pacing in front of the door, Abel waited but there was not so much as footstep from within.

Fuck, was this all some kind of joke?

Frustrated, Abel walked away from the door along the patio and rounded the corner of the building.

There was a sharp click to Abel's left. Something long and dark in his peripheral vision. Abel froze.

“Don't move," a man's voice, slow and calm, ordered.