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In light of Cortecorp's services having resulted in the untimely deaths of four slaves, the Emperor has ruled that mind-alteration can no longer be offered as a consumer service. The Emperor has also decreed that a list of all clients and patients must be released to the authorities, effective immediately, so that His Majesty's Government can restore them to their former condition.

Mind-alteration is now solely the domain of the Government.

_-_Cortex Decree

Despite our decisive victory over Sirth's team, tensions were silently bubbling under the surface as we drove. Just about every time we so much as caught sight of a Lacertan, we all quietly loaded up our weapons and prepared to fight. It was a lousy thing to do, but one could never be too careful on Planet, especially after having pissed off the gang leader whose territory you were driving towards. Yaleen had her long nose nearly pressed against her datapad when she read off the coordinates and I ask her to repeat herself just about five times before I accepted the fact that her plan involved backtracking.

On top of that, there was a lingering sense of unease about Aldor. We questioned him about Sirth and the Lacertans but he seemed to be as surprised as we were. Still, he was a good bullshit artist.

It was nighttime and aside from the headlights beaming out from the Hauler, there was no source of light. A few, tiny snowflakes drifted across the lights before melting against the hood of the truck.

Having no wish to delay our escape plan or get caught flatfooted again, we were driving in shifts while the others slept. I should have been asleep, as Dondrae was manning the wheel, watching the road with a weary, blue eye; but it wasn't coming easy to me.

“Probably another two days before we reach the coordinates," Dondrae whispered to me, “not far from Rust."

Despite our haste, we took the long way around the Catacombs, not wishing to get lost in the labyrinth again or, God forbid, run into that thing again. The fact that the Catacombs was where Sirth was expecting us to be, even if he was no doubt absolutely certain that we skipped town, made it an unappealing place to be.

“Wouldn't be a bad idea to stop by and trade for supplies," Dondrae added.

“After all the trouble we got into last time, probably not a good idea," I shook my head and peered back at the flatbed. Yaleen was leaning up against a crate with her face nodding down while Aldor, despite having recovered most of his functions, was still sprawled out on his back. “Can't send Yaleen in either. Maybe Kurwa back there, but I wouldn't trust him to follow the plan."

“Yeah, no, definitely not him," Dondrae grumbled deeply, “back when him and his crew were teamed up with my pack, he kept yapping about how he couldn't enter Rust. Was probably just him trying to get outta doing work, but I'm gonna err on the side of caution. Besides, I don't trust that prick either."

The side of Dondrae's jowls twitched, briefly showing off the tips of his fangs.

“Are you okay?" I asked, worry aching in my stomach. “I thought-"

“I'm fine! I'm fine!" Dondrae reassured me. “Just thinking..."

“About?"

Exhaling slowly through his nose, Dondrae continued, “Do you trust her?"

“We've had this conversation before."

“We're having it again."

I looked back at Yaleen, her fur almost glowing in the midnight light like a fire off in the distance. She snorted suddenly, snapping her teeth once at some foe in her dream before licking her lips and growing still once again.

Yaleen was pragmatic and definitely out for her own interests but she still needed us. Even if she didn't, I think she would want us. I hadn't thought her capable of betrayal in a long time now.

“I trust her," I finally said.

Dondrae smiled warmly.

“Then I trust her too."

“Stop!" Yaleen suddenly barked.

I tapped the brake, bring us to a gradual halt in front of a lone, rolling hill covered in grass. The majority of the grass was dried up and wilted, but there were round patches of green dotting the shoulder of the hill like a pearl necklace. A short tree, with red leaves that looked similar in shape to oak leaves, was standing atop it.

“We're here," Yaleen threw open the passenger door and stepped out.

I shut the Hauler off and followed suit. Dondrae's muzzle was hanging over the rim of the flatbed, staring at me with an exhausted, still half-asleep, eye.

“Pawel?" Dondrae said before opening his maw in a massive yawn. The primal part of my brain shivered with a bit of fear upon seeing so many teeth and imagining what they could do to me if Dondraw wasn't so nice.

“Dondrae," Yaleen suddenly spoke from the other side of the flatbed, “keep an eye on Kurwa. I need to borrow Pawel for a bit."

“Aye, aye, Princess," Dondrae threw up a mock-salute before slapping himself lightly across the cheeks to wake himself up.

Yaleen was marching steadily up the gradual incline, tail rattling lightly the whole while. I followed her close behind with my hand on my holster, just in case trouble found us. I would not be taken by surprise again.

“So, Princess, are you going to tell us the details of your plan?" I asked, knowing full-well that she wasn't going to spill the beans just yet.

“Soon, very soon, trust me," Yaleen reached towards her neck and began unraveling the scarf that she used to cover up her face.

She stopped right by the tree, placing her palm against the trunk and sniffing at the air with deep breaths through her narrow, black nose. Frowning, she stood deep in thought before suddenly turning towards me.

“Take off your shirt," she ordered suddenly.

“Huh?"

“Take off your shirt!"

Shrugging, I unzipped my olive, hooded jacket and let it fall to the dried ground. Yaleen stared at me expectantly, so I also took off my shirt, revealing my thin and lightly muscled torso to the Vulpeculan.

She continued to stare at me, her green eyes unwrapping me like a gift, until she suddenly began rubbing her thighs together, a low groan building up in her throat until she released it with a gasp.

“Hey, uh, what are you…?"

Yaleen raised a palm silently.

“I mean, uh..." I trailed off. My face was burning red-hot, “...we've all got needs. I don't swing that way but if you need release, I can ask Dondrae if I can-"

“No!" she panted heavily, nostrils twitching as she smelled the air. Her musk grew strong, smelling a lot like dried-up violets, almost to the point of giving me a headache.

With her other hand, she rubbed the scarf through her fur on the base of her tail thoroughly, sniffing the piece of cloth occasionally as if to test it. Satisfied, she wrapped it around a low-hanging branch and tied it up tightly.

As if nothing had happened, Yaleen bade me to follow her back down the hill. The tip of her tail was now wagging slowly back and forth.

“What the hell was that about?" I asked.

“It is embarrassing," Yaleen said, her tail suddenly lashing to the right violently, “I would prefer not to talk about it."

“Seriously?"

Yaleen stopped suddenly and turned around with a sly grin on her face. Slowly, she reached out with a single finger and tapped me on the tip of the nose with a claw.

“I can see why humans have begun to rival my species as the most popular slave in the Empire," she chuckled, “you're slender and attractive just like us, but you can't read your masters in the slightest. Always left confused and uncertain about your standing while a conversation of scents rushes around you."

“Okay, that's it," I poked her in the nose, squishing it back. Something that she would have never let me get away with when we first me, “I'm going to get my scent-hound up here."

“Please don't," Yaleen whispered, “as I said, it's quite embarassing and I can assure you, you will understand in a few days."

“And if I don't?"

“If you don't, then my plan is a failure and we're stuck here," Yaleen looked off towards the truck, “and you can kill Kurwa if you wish."

A chill ran down my spine and I felt my skin grow cold. Yaleen, on the other hand, was not letting any emotion slip free from her mask.

“He's your brother," I whispered, peering back at the truck and making sure Aldor couldn't hear us.

“No, Pawel, he was my brother and he can become my brother once again," Yaleen sighed and began stepping down the hill once again, “but only if my plan succeeds. If it does not, then he will never be my brother again."

We camped out in a meadow not far from Rust, another set of precise coordinates that Yaleen had on her datapad, which she refused to show to anyone else; a strict contrast to when she shoved the damn thing in nearly every stranger's face when it was showing Aldor's face on it.

Speaking of Aldor, for once me and Dondrae shared a concern with him. Peeking out over the top of a mountain was the crown of the Imperial Tower, its landing lights blinking faintly red against the midnight sky. Yaleen never caught the Planetary superstitions, chief among them was never camping in direct view of the tower, and she insisted that we needed to wait here, nowhere else. Furthermore, she demanded we build a fire and although it was comfortable on such a chilly night, it looked like we were just asking for a Regulian marine brigade to come on down and ruin our day.

“So, seriously now, folks!" Aldor chuckled, briefly burying his snout behind his back and pretending to chew at the ropes slapped around his wrists. “Where are you taking me?"

“None of your business, Kurwa!" I grumbled, resisting the urge to toss the empty can of beans at him.

“I've told you already, my name is Talos!"

Yaleen did what I could not and pitched a can straight at his head, which Aldor ducked away from just in time. The can plunked against the tree Aldor was leaning against and rattled to the ground.

“See? You see?" Aldor cried with an extremely high-pitched whine. “I don't know what you're thinking! You're all mad, mad as a Vulpeculan in heat!"

Dondrae pulled out a strange Lupiad-Sirian cigarette that I'd seen a few times before, it had a white, paper shaft, but instead of a filter on one end, it had a narrow, metal knob. Dondrae gave the knob a twist and the entire length of paper ignited, and he quickly pressed it to his lips and inhaled deeply as the cigarette almost instantly turned to ash. A thick cloud of smoke poured out of his mouth and nostrils as he spoke, “We're the mad ones, you think?"

“Of course! Because I can't figure out what the hell you people want to do with me!" Aldor fidgeted with his rope cuffs. “If you were turning me in for a bounty, you would have found a Dealer in Rust. If you wanted to turn me into Sirth, not that he has a price on my head or nothing, well, he clearly wants you more than anyone now. Hell, if you wanted to keep me as a fuck-slave, you'd have already taken advantage of me already, but not one of you seems to be even remotely interested in my dashing good looks!"

I grunted in response, taking a swig of vodka from a small bottle.

“And really, I have rights, you know! Why, I used to be the King, no, the Emperor of this Planet! Certainly, yes, my reign lasted a little less than a day, but even a short-lived monarch is due certain life-long privileges, no? Why, there was one Sirian King who was King for a mere hour and he was still greatly respected among Lupiad-Sirians, both high and low!"

“Rargan III abandoned the crown after his Lupiad counterpart, Erphea II, won the Lupiad election, when he expected his true love to have won. Instead of marrying someone that he did not love, he gave up, despite having won his own monarchical election overwhelmingly, in favor of true love," Yaleen explained in a bored voice.

“Huh," Dondrae grunted, “didn't know my people elected our monarchs."

“You did," Yaleen shrugged, “before the Regulians brought you to heel."

“You'd think I'd have known that. Bet they wiped that from my brain," Dondrae suddenly paused, his eyelid growing wide. He whispered to Yaleen. “Maybe not? I'd be stroking out if that were true, wouldn't I?"

“I think it only applies to personal things," Yaleen whispered back, ignoring Aldor's twitching ears.

Yaleen and Dondrae suddenly clutched at their ears in pain, dropping their food and water bottles to the ground. Aldor was exhaling sharply, almost in turn to the groans of pain that my companions were experiencing.

I pulled out my Glock and aimed it across the campfire at my captive. Aldor quickly smiled and halted whatever he was doing, instantly causing Dondrae and Yaleen to stop wincing.

“Oh, pardon me, my round-eared friend!" Aldor licked at his nose, betraying a slight bit of fear as he stared down the barrel of my gun. “I forgot that your kind have a limited decibel range! I merely let them know, quite loudly, that I was not going to be ignored, hardly a matter for shooting someone, no?"

Yaleen and Dondrae's jowls were turned up in snarls.

“Get the tape," Yaleen ordered between clenched teeth.

“Oh, come on! I will not be forced to suck on the human's dirty socks again! This is an outrage! I demand to know what you people have in store for me! I have rights, you know! I have-"

I stuffed the same filthy sock that I used to gag him with earlier, still soaking wet from his saliva and unwashed. Dondrae quickly secured it with duct tape, making sure to wrap it around a fresh section of fur so that more would get pulled out when it was removed.

Truthfully, I wanted to tell him what we had in store for him, at least, a version of the truth that wouldn't cause his brain to melt. I even had some stories in mind, such as how we were hired by a noble who wanted a rough, almost dangerous slave for his bedroom; but kept my mouth shut. Aldor was a talker and Yaleen still hadn't shared the plan with me to my satisfaction, perhaps we'd have to steal a spaceship, even have to sneak past some marines. All it would take was one yelp from Aldor and he could ruin our plans, especially if he spilled the beans and told them that we were going to take him off Planet. It would be giving him too much power and although I wanted him to shut up, it was better for him to whine and make annoying guttural noises behind his gag, than to have him go silent and start plotting how he could ruin our plans.

I sat back on the dirt next to Dondrae, leaning up against his hairy shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my back, gripping my own shoulder with his rough, padded palms.

“If you were back home, right now..." Dondrae began, sharing my own hesitance around talking about our plans to escape around the captive, “...what would you do?"

“Buy a slice of pizza and some beer. Real beer, not this Sirian shit we get here," I closed my eyes, breathing in Dondrae's masculine musk. It almost seemed like the Marines wanted us to duke it out, buying weapons from around the galaxy and selling them to Dealers in exchange for scrap metal and artifacts, while at the same time giving us sub-standard alcohol.

“Pizza?" Dondrae's head brushed up against my short hair.

“Greased, round pastry with a tomato-" Dondrae was about to ask what a tomato was when I quickly changed my wording, “-a red vegetable sauce, covered in soft, melted cheese. Usually has toppings like different kinds of meat atop it as well."

Dondrae smacked his lips, “Sounds damn good! Wish I could try that one day."

“Wish I could make it for you."

His grip tightened on my shoulder and I felt something wet nuzzle against my forehead. I looked up just in time to see his tongue slap against my cheek.

“You will, one day."

Our embrace was interrupted by the bushes behind us suddenly rustling. Breaking away from my love's grip, we drew our weapons just in time to see a Regulian dressed in the blue, ceramic body-armor of the marines emerge with his rifle drawn.

“Shit!" I shouted, immediately dropping my weapon and falling to the ground in submission. My heart was racing, desperately trying to break free from my chest. There was no point in fighting the marines, if they wanted you dead, reason be damned, they'd have you dead. Aiming a gun at one, even for a split second, was more than enough justification for them to use lethal force.

I waited anxiously and prayed, prayed that he would spare us. Or, if my prayers weren't enough, that he would have the mercy to not toy with his prey before finishing us off.

“Yaleen, my Princess!" he suddenly exclaimed and I felt his boots stomp against my back as he ran across the meadow.

“Rashar! My Prince!" Yaleen returned his greeting.

Confused and in pain from having a 300 pound lion-man use me as a greeting mat, I rolled over onto my side and nearly fainted from shock.

The Regulian marine scooped up Yaleen in his arms, twirled her around, and brought her in a tight embrace. His large head bumped against the tip of her muzzle as he rubbed his scent all over her.

“I got your message, my love!" he pulled out Yaleen's brown scarf from a magazine pouch attached to his hip and handed it to her. Yaleen daintily took it in her paws, brought it to her nose and sniffed it.

“I see you've added your own message to it!" Yaleen winked at the Regulian, who rumbled with pleasure. “I accept, of course! My handsome Prince, my husband to be!"

I looked to my right, Dondrae was still on the ground but he allowed his paws to break away from his face and was looking upon this scene with total bewilderment.

“Come, my dear, let us fly away!" Rashar licked her on the tip of her snout, prompting a girlish and very uncharacteristic giggle from Yaleen. “Back home, where we may reign side-by-side!"

“Wait!" Yaleen pressed a finger against the Regulian's mouth. She glanced at the two of us, only now just clamoring to our feet. “The plan has changed."

Rashar brushed his mane aside and locked eyes with me, snorting with contempt, “Don't tell me you want to take them off as well?"

“You've always been able to read my mind well," Yaleen cooed, running a paw along his body armor's crotch-piece, “that's why I grew to care for you so much, my love."

“No, no, no!" Rashar's eyes went wide as he broke away from the Princess. His tail was lashing sharply, the tuft of his tail slapping against any object he passed near. “The deal was for us and your brother! Sneaking them as well, that's…" a heavy growl rumbled in the bottom of his chest, “...it can't be done!"

“My Prince, they have helped me greatly and I have made a promise to free them and get their memories restored. It would be unfitting of my station and your future station, were we to break this pact."

“Too much risk! We'll be caught and..." the Regulian trailed off as he anxiously ran his claws through his mane, “...the deal we made back on Beta Vulpeculae! I wouldn't have told you about this place if I knew-!"

Yaleen slowly stepped towards him, tracing her finger across the hard ceramic of his chest-piece. Wrapping her bushy tail around his leg, she laid her head against his torso and he instinctively cradled it with his paws.

“Does our love mean nothing to you?" she whimpered.

“No! It means the worl- the universe!"

“Then surely, it must be worth saving them?"

Rashar looked back at us and for a moment, I could have sworn I saw his fangs bared, but he quickly turned away, back to his love.

“Yes..." he whispered, “...yes it is."

His narrow tail entwined itself with Yaleen's and for a moment, the couple was perfectly still.

“But I'm going to need to make a change to the plan..." Rashar said as he slowly ran his massive paw down the length of Yaleen's back until it was resting on he rear. He stroked the base of her tail, “...and I could use some inspiration."

“Naturally, my love," she whispered as his chest-piece came effortlessly came free with a click and fell to the ground.

“What the hell is going on?" Dondrae whispered to me.

“I don't know," I replied.

“We should look away."

But we didn't, we were too afraid to move. Even though he was friendly with Yaleen and his uniform was gradually coming apart, this was still a Regulian marine and he had not given us any explicit orders to leave. We drained all of our courage just standing up.

Rashar's uniform was about halfway off when Yaleen undid her jumpsuit and kicked off her boots. Much like her face, her body was covered in bright red fur, along with a cream underside. Even as she stood there naked, she seemed just as dignified as she had been when giving orders or joining us in a fight. Her tail gently swayed back and forth as she looked upon her mate.

Fur bristled as Rashar exposed himself. Short, tan fur covered up his rippling muscles, save for his mane and tail tuft, which were dark brown. They trained the marines hard for them to earn a body like this, but he was also blessed with natural talent, which nestled itself between his thighs, hidden away in a bulging sheathe.

Yaleen got down on her knees and pressed her soft nose into his balls. I could hear her short, rapid breaths as she took in his masculine musk, followed by the sound of her lips smacking. Shortly after, her pink tongue extended, running along the round bulge with saliva dripping to the ground.

A pink member began to inch out of the sheath, tapered and smooth, were it not for the tiny, hair-like barbs running along the shaft of the cock. Yaleen began licking at it and the Regulian shuddered as the shaft grew stiff.

Satisfied, the Regulian tapped her on the shoulder and she responded by turning around and getting on all fours, pressing her rear into the air while her tail wagged, inviting her mate to take her, which he did without hesitation.

Yaleen yelped in a high-pitched, pained voice as he forcefully thrust his shaft into her vagina and was visibly wincing as he pulled back, those barbs raking against her on the insides. Still, she did not object and she got her pained gasps under control as his thrusts continued, rough and powerful, never letting up for a second.

Rashar wrapped his palms around her underbelly and pulled her rear towards him, giving him enough reach to lean down and clamp his jaws around the scruff of her neck. Yaleen went limp and cried out, with joy or pain, I could not tell. Occasionally, he would loosen his jaws so that he could give her a lick on the face.

Something bothered me and as much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't. Perhaps it was simply me misjudging the Princess, but I never imagined her to be so passive in the act. Rashar was leading strongly, repositioning her whenever he pleased while Yaleen just went along with it, never offering her own input, not even when he shoved her face into the dirt accidentally when changing positions. She never once objected.

I didn't think much of it. It was surprising to see, but I had heard that some people who were born with power and privilege enjoyed being treated as a passive partner while having sex, so I shrugged it off.

Yaleen's bushy tail began lashing violently, slapping the Regulian in the snout, until Rashar grabbed it with one paw and pulled it to the side. Yaleen gekkered aggressively, her fur rising up on its ends, but the Regulian only replied by giving her a particularly heavy shove with his thighs.

Rashar's legs grew wobbly and he lifted Yaleen up in his arms, keeping her folds wrapped around his cock the whole time, and gently sat down on a log. Only now did she begin to take an active role, bouncing atop his shaft while he growled with pleasure.

The show began to come to a climax as Rashar began shuddering and moaning, using his paws to force Yaleen to ride him quicker. With perfect timing, Yaleen joined in the chorus as well.

“Fuuuuuuck!" Rashar moaned as he braced his back and held Yaleen still.

“My Prince…!" Yaleen cried out, leaning back her snout towards the sky.

Even through the dim of the night, I caught a glimpse of semen droplets seeping out of Yaleen's folds, camouflaged by the white fur in that area.

The two of them panted with exhaustion. Yaleen leaned back into her mate's strong chest, her tongue hanging out loosely. Rashar rubbed his head against her scalp, marking her with his scent.

“I've got an idea, I think," he whispered.

“I knew you would, my Prince," Yaleen smiled as she ran her paw through his fur.

“Don't you worry," he chuckled, “I'll need a few days but I'll think of a way to get you into the tower."

I could hear Dondrae whisper the word, “What?" beside me. I was equally shocked but at this point, I think I had come to expect that this was an inevitability. How else were we to escape Planet but through the only damned place where ships were allowed to pass through? And where else would they be keeping the cure for our wiped memories?

It was mad! Absolutely mad! There was no way we'd get in there, not unless we were dead or in a line-up to get killed. This Regulian couldn't have been serious, could he?

“And then," Rashar whispered as he licked Yaleen across the snout, “we'll go home."