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IMPERIAL NEWS – THE VOICE OF THE TRUTH!

With Chief Anchor Marcus Fong!

Fong looked positively elated today. Although the human always had to force enthusiasm for the news of the Empire, today there was something intangibly gleeful about him.

“Dear loyal listeners, I am pleased to report an immense victory was won today in the Gamma Corvi system by the Second Fleet! A research and breeding colony on Gamma Corvi 1, an arid planet in the process of being terraformed into a desert, was successfully captured by the glorious Imperial Marines."

The rail-gun of a Regulian Dreadnought sparked and shot a shining projectile off into the void of space, followed by a spectacular explosion off in the distance as a barely visible Lacertan's ship's reactor imploded.

Body-cam footage of a Regulian in a drop-ship full of rough marines appeared after. The unit was fully integrated, mostly Regulians, but also Lupiads, Sirians, Vulpeculans, and even two humans. They each showed off their fangs and war-faces, competed in growls and roars, while boasting of an assured victory.

“Once the Lacertan fleet was vanquished, Regulian forces met little resistance on the ground. The Lacertans of the colony, being non-sentient drones, were ordered by their vile masters to pretend to surrender and beg for mercy in a dastardly scheme to trick our forces..."

Clips of Lacertans of various shapes, sizes, and bright colors pleading to no avail before being shot, played.

“...But our great marines were too brave and quick to fall for such a scheme by such a mindless race!"

An unarmed Lacertan with bright, green scales fell to his knees in front of a computer screen and prayed while two Regulians in black, ceramic armor slowly padded up behind him, sniffing at the air as if enjoying the taste of their prey's fear.

“They prayed to their god, Logos, for intervention, but received nothing!"

One of the Regulians clubbed the lizard in the back of the head and he hit the ground, limply. The other Regulian slammed the butt of his rifle into the unconscious Lacertan's skull and it collapsed like an eggshell.

“Today, our brilliant engineers assess how compromised the planet is by Logos and whether it can be reclaimed. Meanwhile, our brave soldiers get to have some fun with their new duties…"

A massive warehouse full of gray eggs bathing under bright lamps hanging from the ceiling appeared on the screen. Before there's any time to think about what the room might be, a Regulian soldier charged in and stomped on one of the eggs, spraying goo and shell fragments around the area.

More soldiers swarmed into the room, kicking and stomping at the eggs. One Lupiad punched the top of an egg and pulled a writhing Lacertan fetus out before flinging it against the wall and turning it into nothing more than a smear. A Regulian imitated his Lupiad comrade but instead of tossing it, lifted the fetus into his maw but was stopped by his commanding officer, who lectured him about how Lacertan meat is poisonous.

One of the humans excitedly began talking to some Regulians about teaching them a game from Earth and grabbed an egg, instructing one of the Regulians to stand a distance away from him and wield the barrel of his gun like a bat.

The human pitched the egg down to the Regulian, who swung the rifle and hit the egg with a sharp crack. The Regulian frowned as goo splatted on his face while the remains of the lizard within the egg flew off to the side.

“Foul ball!" Marcus Fong interjected and the camera returned to his smiling face. “The Emperor is so pleased with this victory that all subjects of the Empire will get a shot of Victory Brandy at your nearest ration station!"

“Long live our Emperor!"

“Looks like the Empire has at least some good news today," Frontus smirked smugly at the television screen in the hotel room. “Brandy and victory, such jubilation! Hurrah!"

Brolath began to growl but upon noticing the Sirian cock his brow, tried to make it look like he was just clearing his throat. He was already beginning to regret letting the Claw in on what happened but what other choice did he have?

The television kept playing more clips from the battle and Brolath couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. The way it was presenting it, it made the Lacertans look almost sentient, and Brolath had half a mind to call up Shalth and critique his work. Brolath almost felt pity for the lizards for a moment, a grave mistake for the kind of news necessary to win wars.

“Well, I don't see why the Emperor has to know about this little mistake," Frontus shrugged, “as much as I would love to give the Claw points in his eyes, we're all professionals here and professionalism outweighs any petty rivalry."

“That..." Brolath paused and looked over to Rorgh, who nodded.

Brolath didn't trust Frontus for a second and wanted to get leverage over him, but what was there to gain? The Claw didn't honestly care about this mission, they had already written it off when it was handed over to the Guard. So then why hadn't Frontus already tattled on him?

“...I appreciate your able cooperation, Agent," Brolath nodded politely. “And all the work you've put into this."

The pompous Sirian was positively glowing at Brolath's display of submission.

“Not at all!" Frontus waved his gloved paw but his smile gave away his satisfaction. “Shall we go over what we've found?"

“At once, please."

“Very well!" Frontus scratched his datapad and brought up images of a white van traveling along a dirt road at night. “We've pinpointed one vehicle that we think is a good lead, it was found traveling in the area around the time-frame you reported."

“Just one?" Rorgh asked.

“There were only a few, the area is not exactly wealthy and most humans can't afford a car, plus the area is isolated," Frontus scratched the tip of his nose, “but yes, there were others, but we're focusing on this one."

“Why not the others?" Brolath asked.

“Two were pickup trucks with a clear view of the bed and there clearly wasn't a human stashed away in there. There was another vehicle as well that we crossed out, some horrifically small thing called a Smart-Car, that had two humans who were clearly not the target taking up all the space," Frontus cleared his throat. “While this van fits the profile more with a lot of cargo room and no windows in the back. Some humans in the office back home refer to these as Rape Vans, due to how often they're used in kidnappings," Frontus mentioned as an image of one with the crudely drawn words 'free candy' flashed by.

Brolath's fur bristled, “Do you think the rebels knew he was ours? Did they capture him?"

“Who knows? Speculation really means nothing at this point," Frontus narrowed his brown eyes, “but of course, we wouldn't have to speculate if the human had his surveillance bugs still on him."

“There was concern that the rebels would find them."

“Mmhmm," Frontus rolled his eyes, “either way, until we reacquire him, we can only speculate. I would be prepared, if I were you, to liquidate him the moment we do. If I had to guess, I'd say he's gone rogue and returned to the rebel fold, probably with some lovely intel about how we operate and our plans."

“Leave that to us to judge," Brolath growled.

“If the Claw finds him," Frontus growled.

“we will make our own judgment Agent."

BING!

Frotus lowered his muzzle and scanned the datapad.

“Looks like the vehicle has been located," Frontus tapped the screen and brought up a map. “A warehouse on the edge of Bern that used to be a shitty brothel full of drug addicts. Maybe they're planning on reopening with your human as their star hooker?"

Brolath nodded at Rorgh and the Lupiad nodded back.

“Lets move," Rorgh said.

“Yes, yes! Get moving, you two!" Frontus clapped his paws together as the two Guards gathered their things. “Time is a-wasting for you to find your precious, precious little human!"

“I have some criticism, human."

Abel stopped stroking Ruhan's cock and stared at it. Equuleians were rare on Earth, being a Lacertan client species, but Abel had seen enough of them in pornography to expect that Ruhan was well-endowed.

Aside from his own and a few bare sheathes in school gym locker rooms, this was the first cock Abel had seen aside from his own and he was getting a full tour of it's lengthy form. Running his quivering hands along its massive girth, too wide for one hand to wrap around it, feeling everything from its central copulation ring to the flared ridges along the head. Most of the cock was black, but it had a few pink splotches around the shaft.

What pornographic movies such as, “Educating the Enemy," didn't project across was the finer sensation that couldn't be recorded in video format. There was a powerful musk wafting from the cock and the massive balls, very grassy, and at first Abel almost sneezed upon breathing it in but later grew fond of it, finding it soothing to his senses.

Taste was also a fun experience. Without any goading from the brown Equuleian, Abel took a lick of some clear pre-cum dripping from the urethra and found it delightfully salty and a little creamy. He was worried Ruhan might be annoyed at that and looked up at the Equuleian with a bit of shame, but he was reassured by a long snout nuzzling on his cheek along with his hair getting mussed up by his palm.

The circumstance was not ideal and Abel could not hide the fear lurking deep within his stomach. Abel had no idea what the rebels had planned for him and resented not being allowed to consent to being used this way. However, Ruhan was very kind and gentle, despite his powerful body, and he was dangerously attractive. Last night, Ruhan had returned to Abel's room and cuddled up with him from behind.

Abel didn't regret Ruhan being his first male, despite not having a choice.

“Yes, please," Abel shook out of his daze.

“I'm not made of glass," Ruhan smiled, showing off his large teeth. He looked a little goofy but it made Abel relax, unlike most other aliens when they showed their teeth, “you can tighten your grip to make it feel better."

“Oh, sorry!"

Abel clenched his hands tighter around the thick cock gradually, looking up to the Equuleian for guidance, feeling a little afraid that he might hurt the alien.

“That's good," Ruhan finally said and Abel stopped squeezing harder, “that's the sweet spot!"

The cock shuddered as Abel pumped his hands across it. Ruhan nibbled his lip and made a moan-like neigh.

“I want to cum on your face," Ruhan demanded.

“Uh..." Abel hesitated and slowed his strokes.

“No uhs, hon..." Ruhan whispered and sat up, lightly pushing Abel onto his back and leaning over the small human, “...you gotta learn to give the client what they want, as long as it don't break the rules."

Ruhan smiled as long, silk-like, brown hair trailed down from his mane across his face. Abel felt his heart race along with his hands.

It wasn't long before Abel saw the first spurt of white shoot out of the cock and Abel shut his eyes. The spunk was thick and hot, crashing into him like a wave, and reeked of Ruhan's musk.

After what felt like an entire bucket spilling on him, a towel began wiping at Abel's face.

“Sorry about that," Ruhan whispered as he cleaned up his cum, “but there will always be weird requests like that and you'll be punished if the client pitches a fit."

“No, it was fine," Abel whispered as Ruhan tossed the towel aside, “that was actually...I liked it."

“Won't be as much fun when you start this for real," Ruhan laid down next to Abel and hugged him from behind. His short fur tickled the skin on Abel's back.

The television across the room flicked on suddenly and Ruhan groaned.

A news report of a great victory in Gamma Corvi was read out along with disturbing videos of grotesque violence against Lacertans. Abel was sickened, but sort of numb to most of these, until the clips switched to marines massacring a room full of eggs.

“Mother Mare..." Ruhan gasped.

“Are you okay?" Abel asked, stroking the side of the Equuleian's face.

“I hate war and I hate killing," Ruhan said with disgust, “I'd rather be a slave than a soldier."

“How did you become a slave?" Abel asked and felt Ruhan's muscles tense. “Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

“It's okay," Ruhan sighed, “when I was young, my herd lost to another and the new Chief thinned the herd a bit by selling some of us to the Lacertans in their outpost on our planet. I was a personal servant to a Lacertan diplomat until he sold me to a Regulian on Peace Station, who then took me to Earth and then sold me to pay off one of his debts and here I am."

“You used to work for a Lacertan? What are they like?" Abel asked with curiosity. “I've never heard of Peace Station! And a Regulian buying from a Lacertan!? How did that happen?"

“Shit..." Ruhan grumbled, “...I've said too much. Just forget what I said."

“But-"

“Whatever you've heard about the Lacertans is true," Ruhan said flatly but unconvincingly, “Don't bring it up again, please."

Disappointed but unwilling to anger his only support beam in this place, Abel let it slide. This was a golden opportunity to learn more about the Regulian's mysterious enemy but Abel would have to wait and see if Ruhan was willing to talk more later.

“I'm sorry Abel," Ruhan nuzzled at Abel's cheek, “but there's some things we shouldn't talk about, for our own safety."

“I understand."

“Uuuuuuh!"

His cock shuddered as it ejaculated into the human's rear. Sobbing from the pain of having a barbed cock shoved up his rear and from being forced to submit to this endeavor by a team of Guards, one of whom was holding the human by the wrists to stop him from throwing any punches, blood trickling down from where the Regulian's claws had punctured his skin.

Tradition had normally dictated pinning the subject down, with them on their back or front, and taking them from the rear. However, compromises had to be made to tradition for the sake of Emperor Haresh's bodily limitations and had both him and the human laid on their sides while he had his erect cock navigated into the human's ass by a Guard and began wearily thrusting.

Haresh had gotten very good at finishing these rituals as fast as possible. There was no joy in mating with concubines, only an obligation. Love or lust was not in the picture, only tradition. The human would be a celebrity for a day, his face broadcast across the galaxy along with a description of how he was dominated, and then he would be confined to his room in the harem until the day he died, never to be free again.

The harem had been that way ever since Empress Ashia, coming to power after her husband got manipulated by a Lupiad consort, made it a symbol of Regulian domination. Older Regulian pictures and literature depicted the harem as a much more fun place, with the Emperor frolicking after naked Regulianesses in the palace gardens. Such things were forbidden now.

“You may go now," Haresh sighed and rolled over onto his back, the human wincing as the barbed cock slipped out of him.

The Guards escorted the human from the bed, dragging him away as blood dripped from his wounds. Two Vulpeculan slaves emerged from the shadows and immediately wiped up the blood before disappearing as quickly as they appeared.

Haresh felt sorry for the human, but there was no stopping Regulian tradition. Abolishing and freeing the harem would be seen as the actions of a deranged Emperor and someone else would force his way onto the throne, there was no way around it. The Empire was a living beast and it had its ways of striking down those who attempt to reform it.

But that was no different from every night he was forced to take an unwilling concubine. Sometimes they were eager or desperate for any sort of social contact that they welcomed the ritual but most were terrified.

The heaving lion pulled from his discarded garments bottles of heart medication which he downed like shots of liquor. It was taking more and more doses to even begin to have an effect on his body anymore.

This night, after watching a broadcast, Haresh had a more disturbing form of remorse and it was eating him up on the inside. He shouldn't feel this way, it went against everything the Regulians believed in, but he felt it and it wasn't going away.

Protocol demanded he throw these taboo thoughts away and speak to no one of them. But Haresh was old and sooner or later an organ would fail that all the doctors in the Empire won't be able to successfully clone and transplant.

Why should he fear protocol anymore?

Haresh picked up a datapad and tapped the screen.

“You saw that shit on the TV?" Stein asked as Abel entered his office. The bald human was sitting behind a metal desk crunching numbers on a datapad.

Abel did not know how to respond. He was completely naked and the office was cold. He simply bowed his head.

“Fuck, Abel, you're not actually a slave, I told you that already! Speak up!"

Like some switch was flipped, Abel pushed aside any thoughts of quiet submission and spoke his mind, “It was the worst thing I've seen."

“You fucking kidding me?" Stein raised his eyebrows. “Worse than all those humans you got killed? Worse than over a billion humans getting vaporized in the invasion? Far as I'm concerned, the kitties and the lizzies can wipe each other out, them and their pets, save us a lot of trouble."

Abel grimaced. It hurt to be reminded about his mistakes, “Most of the people working for your business are aliens."

“Yeah and I'd rather not have any of them around at all, but a man's gotta make a buck. Ammunition ain't free," Stein took a sip from a short glass. “Besides, they're a means to an end, just like you."

“What's that supposed to mean?"

Stein tapped his datapad and a flatscreen TV mounted on the wall lit up. A youthful Regulian with pale yellow fur and a neatly combed-back caramel mane showed up on the screen with green eyes that looked like they were tearing off Abel's clothes with just their gaze.

He was quite handsome, Abel couldn't deny it, a smile growing on his face.

Stein grumbled something under his breath.

“What?" Abel asked, breaking away from the screen.

“Nothing," Stein hissed. “There were only two things I cared about when I heard you were alive: you were damn good at infiltrating buildings and according to Arnold, you're an alien-lover just like him."

“I'm not-"

“Meet Lalth, the new CEO of Union Biotech. He's young, stupid, and horny for humans. In fact, he has plans to hold a very raunchy party in the near future here and we're going to make sure you're part of the party supplies."

Abel's stomach felt queasy, “You want me to be a pleasure toy there? For what purpose?"

“Seduce him and find a way into his secure files, get as much as you can back to us and perhaps..." Stein ran his finger around the rim of his glass, “we'll ignore your failings."

“This is..."

“Not easy, that's for sure, but fighting to free Earth never is," Stein smiled, “you'll redeem yourself, make yourself a real human hero."

“I came all the way over here from Africa, you know that?" Abel asked. “Wouldn't one of your own men be able to do this?"

“My men have too much self-respect to bend over like some degenerate," Stein's voice lashed on that last word. “But we all have our place in this war, don't we? You can use your weakness for the good of humanity."

Abel was beginning to feel a bit justified in allowing himself to be a pawn of the Guards. Abel already had a bad feeling in his gut from the hatred Stein spewed and feared there was even more lurking beneath.

“So, right now you need to get back to learning the tools of the trade! Think you'll be moving onto anal soon, maybe even get a few customers?" Stein clapped his palms together. “Get on outta here and suck alien cock for the good of Earth!"

“One more thing," Abel interrupted, “can I have my datapad back?"

Stein laughed.

Snarling, Brolath kicked an empty cardboard box over.

“That fucking Sirian!" Brolath roared, sending echoes bouncing across the vast, isolated warehouse. “He lied to us!"

“We don't know that, Captain," Rorgh said softly. “The Claw could have made a mistake."

Brolath's tail lashed, “Abel could be anywhere! He could-"

Something rumbled in Brolath's jacket pocket and he reached in, feeling the smooth rim of his datapad and pulled it out. His eyes went wide upon seeing the screen.

“Oh shit," Brolath whispered.

“What?"

“It's the Emperor, he's calling me," Brolath clutched at a clump of his mane fur, “I'll talk to him, go outside."

“Captain, I-"

“GO!"

Rorgh's ears flattened and he whined, but quickly crept away and closed the doors of the warehouse behind him.

As soon as Rorgh as gone, Brolath accepted the call. The encryption software ran and the Emperor's voice came through loud and clear with no video.

“Your Majesty," Brolath greeted.

“What happened, Brolath?" the Emperor said, weakly.

Brolath gnashed his teeth together. Frontus must have ratted him out.

“What happened to us, Brolath?"

Raising his brow and feeling a bit more calm, Brolath asked, “What do you mean?"

“Did you see the broadcast about the victory at..." Haresh trailed off and cursed, “...damn it! I don't remember where."

“Gamma Corvi," Brolath offered, “I saw it."

“I think we've destroyed the galaxy, Brolath," the Emperor sighed, “we're nothing but a plague, the Empire, I think it might have been better if we never evolved from Regarites. Never stood on two feet, things were better back then, I think. Regarites always adopt cubs from packs they conquer, you know that? Where did we go wrong?"

“Regarites take them as lesser members in the pack, it is not so dissimilar to slavery," Brolath said calmly. He had never seen the Emperor this bad before, something was wrong, either that or he was misusing his medication again.

“Where was that mercy at Gamma Corvi?"

“The Lacertans would have done worse to us," Brolath whispered, “besides, they're a hive-mind, they don't actually feel-"

“The hivemind theory is phony propaganda I know it," the Emperor growled, “just more bullshit to justify killing our mistakes. Either we'll bring the galaxy misery or the Lacertans will, and since Logos created the Lacertans and we created Logos..."

Brolath swallowed.

“...you realize that everything wrong in the galaxy is our fault?"

“The Empire has brought stability," Brolath recited, “you can't create an Empire without a few bodies."

“I'm tired, Brolath," Haresh sighed, “sometimes I wish I could just surrender, spend the rest of my life a Lacertan prisoner like Raljesh II, it would be a fitting punishment."

“Raljesh II was killed."

“He was captured and became a dutiful servant of Logos."

“Your Majesty, doing such a thing will just create more suffering."

“I know, I know," Haresh groaned, “but after seeing those lizards dying..."

Weak laughter rumbled from the datapad.

“Billions have died at my orders. I felt nothing when I saw that number during the invasion of Earth, billions. I'm getting softer with age and I don't think I can take much more of this."

“You just need some rest."

“Yes..." the Emperor whispered, “...Areth can suffer instead if I rest. He's a good cub, he'll be a better Emperor."

Brolath tucked his tail between his legs and paused, hesitating to correct the Emperor and add to his troubles. Honesty won out, however.

“Your Majesty," Brolath nibbled at his lip, “Prince Areth was disinherited three years ago."

“Oh..." the Emperor went silent and Brolath waited with anxiety growing, “...that's right. Exiled to Hashia Station, was he not?"

“Yes, which-"

“Destroyed by the Lacertans, no survivors," Haresh sighed, “who is the Crown Prince now?"

Brolath was glad that there was no video and the Emperor couldn't see him nervously swipe his datapad to another tab. The machinations of the Empire were complex and its Crown Prince changed frequently so that the most worthy successor would inherit.

“Fargeth," Brolath read off the succession Extranet site, “he became Crown Prince two days ago after...redacted...was disinherited."

“I'm not sure which one that was…"

“Fargeth or the redacted one?"

“Both."

“Your Majesty, I think you should get some sleep, if the court will allow it," Brolath swallowed, “perhaps a calming hobby will help, like my landscapes."

“Perhaps..." the Emperor sighed, “...as you were, Captain."

The connection came to a close and left Brolath with a creeping sensation of uncertainty. It was disturbing enough when the broadcast had given Brolath a quick sensation of empathy for the lizards, but with the Emperor himself breaking down into a fit of melancholy?

For Brolath and all right-thinking Regulians, in his mind, the Emperor was a symbol of calm, collected, authority. Even though Brolath had guarded him and seen his flaws, there was still a projection of strength put out that gave Brolath confidence in the Emperor and his realm.

Brolath did not feel that now.

Finding the sensation so quarrelsome, Brolath took a deep breath and focused on other things, in particular, Leon and his calming scent, and all the things Brolath wanted to do to the human.

If the Emperor would not be strong for the Empire, Brolath would.