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Characters presented are of legal age of consent. ", "writing": "Normally Eric didn't stay long for dinner or even eat in the dining room around that time. The teenager had often spent his meals at home in his personal gaming den, lounging around lazily eating something small or package liked a protean meal bar as he played the night away, with the last three months including plans on what he'd bring to Skiv the next day. Given that the only people in the estate were the maids and his sister, this had not only become a natural routine but a favorable one.\n\nBut now all of the family were present, which dictated the Home Dinner protocol. Each member of the family was to report to the dining room for supper, and none could leave the house until their mother or father removed the lockdown. Entry to their own rooms was also barred, locking them out to practically enforce familial interaction. His mother explained that it was to keep them close during the rare moments they were all together, but Eric never found being forced to eat dinner with the family as a particularly bonding experience with them. If he were so bold, he would argue it had the opposite effect. \n\nBut that might be because he never had anything to contribute at these dinners.\n\nMallory had prepared a dish from their reserves, a real meat steak for each member of the family, with printed potatoes she mashed and real asparagus. Carving into the meat, the fox hoped he could just keep his mouth full rather than answer any questions that came his way. A fools' hope given what his father asked of him beforehand, but a hope nonetheless. Given how his mother and father stared at each other from across the table, he figured there might be some chance they would forget. \n\n``So, Mavis,'' his father spoke up first, starting the conversation with the eldest child and surely ending it with the youngest, ``I read your report on the pirates you clashed with on Heimdall. Though something doesn't really add up, and I was hoping you could clarify it.''\n\nMavis smiled, her ears perking up but keeping a restrained position, ``Of course, father. I am happy to answer any confusion.'' Eric rolled his eyes, having forgotten what an annoying little suck up his eldest sister could be. Always the first to tattle, anything to get daddy's affection.\n\n``In your report, you claim that the pirates were routing slaves and being back by the Cygnus Combine. Yet,'' he put his fork down, grabbing a glass of red wine as he spoke, ``In the wreckage found, and in background checks on surviving crew members, there have been no traces of any credit flow from any Cygnus Combine affiliates.'' he took a slow sip of the wine, letting the flavor wash over his tongue, ``Furthermore, the so-called `slaves' they had acquired were classless, many of which were in poor medical condition. Were they damaged in the crossfire?''\n\nThe white fox blinked, ``No, father. I gave strict orders to avoid hitting cargo. As for the Cygnus-''\n\nAlfred held his hand up, silencing his daughter, ``I did not ask about the Cygnus Combine yet, Mavis. Do be patient.''\n\n``Y-yes, father,'' she said, ears drooping as he took another sip.\n\n``While we did not find traces of any Cygnus Credit trail, further investigation did find connections to New Avalon. The captain of the vessel, whom you killed quickly, was a former New Avalon security specialist. As CEO of Spartan, I have been hearing rumors amongst other security forces that New Avalon has been temporarily letting go of their specialist to help them sneak in and acquire cargo from other corporations, generally having these agents falsely align themselves with other corps to help point the blame and cause conflict. Tell me, Mavis, why did you believe they were part of the Cygnus Combine?''\n\n``They...'' the white fox gulped, her cybernetic eyes widening on reflex as she pushed through her memories, ``They were pirates with no insignia, so I had assumed.'' she finally admitted, defeat filled her tone.\n\nAlfred sighed and rubbed his temples, ``Mavis, while I am proud of your quick work of the enemy threat and safe acquisition of their stolen cargo, even for how little the cargo is actually worth as a whole, please keep in mind that you cannot go and make assumptions in your reports for the sake of speed. If a superior will berate you for information that isn't yet available, then the fault is on their lack of patience and your source's lack of speed, not on you.''\n\n``Yes, sir,'' Mavis said, sitting up straight and hiding her hands under the table, no doubt clenching them into fists if Eric had any guess. Harriet smiled at Mavis's humiliation while Eric kept his satisfaction subdued. They both never turned down a chance to enjoy some embarrassment at Mavis's expense. Retribution by proxy for all the times she'd made their lives more difficult by being `the best daughter' of the family. \n\n``Harriet,'' their mother spoke up next, ``What is so funny, my dear?''\n\n``Oh,'' the fox dropped her fork, letting it clatter against the table, ``Nothing, I just thought of a joke is all.''\n\n``So you are a comedian now?'' their father asked without looking up from his meal, ``Have you dropped your painting already?''\n\n``N-no, father,'' Harriet said, her ears drooping, ``I'm actually in the middle of working on my latest piece. It's meant to capture the struggles of within and-''\n\n``Within what?'' the white fox scoffed, ``The space between the cushions?'' \n\n``Mavis,'' their mother interjected, ``Let your sister explain her work.''\n\n``Her `work' mother, is to lay about all day staring at a blank screen,'' Mavis set her utensils down, ``This artistic vision of hers is nothing but an excuse to be lazy. Do you all not remember the desire to be a guitarist? Or how about her attempts at writing? Ever since her attempted debut she has been nothing more than a coward who believes her talents lie elsewhere than-''\n\n``Mavis,'' Alfred raised his hand, curling his fingers and looking at his eldest daughter with daggers, ``You may speak what you see as the truth to your kin, but I will not allow my children to directly insult each other at the table.'' his eyes turned to Harriet, ``And Harriet, while I disagree with how your sister has put it, her point is valid. How many pursuits will you go through before you move on from that failure? You do not need to make a career out of your passion. I understand that is your dream, it was mine as well, but sometimes you must face reality.'' \n\nThe blonde fox's face trembled, holding back her tears as she nodded, ``Yes...father. I will do better next we meet.'' Eric felt himself trying to sink deeper into his chair to avoid the inevitable questions. \n\nIt never worked, ``So, Eric, how have your classes been going?'' his mother asked cheerfully.\n\n``F-fine,'' he muttered, ``Just fine.''\n\n``Have you learned anything interesting?'' Alfred asked, ``Perhaps in the field of cybersecurity. I imagine they have extensive classes on the subject.''\n\n``No, j-just basics, nothing really important,'' he muttered out, keeping his eyes focused on the redness of his steak, ``Honestly, I think they'd be better off letting us sleep in class.''\n\n``Is that why you haven't been going there in three months?'' His father asked, the question tearing through the young fox like a knife down his spine.\n\nEric blinked, ``I-''\n\n``For three months, we have received no update from your school,'' his father said, ``Granted, your mother and I are very busy, so we only flag important messages like school events or if you are in trouble. But only a few days ago, both of us received hundreds of emails at once, all dating over the course of the last three months. Absences, failing grades, literal calls from your teachers, and the principal trying to reach us. Mallory had informed us that the communication lines from the school had been tampered with to both us, and the estate.''\n\n``I...I suppose we were hacked,'' Eric said, ``Maybe we should beef up security.''\n\nJuliet spoke up, ``Eric, dear, I work with liars every day. Don't think you can talk your way out of this.''\n\nEric looked up, his entire family staring down at him. Harriet and Mavis were rife with confusion, his mother looking down with sympathy, and his father, looking down with as neutral expression as ever. A thousand excuses boiled in his mind, none of which could save him. What else did they know? His eyes widened upon realizing that Skiv would be well within his father's reach now. \n\n``I...I hacked our mainframe.'' he said. Everyone but Alfred's eyes widened. Alfred's knife scratched into the plate at his son's admission.\n\n``You,'' Mavis spoke up first, ``you hacked it? How?'' her fists clenched as she raised herself from her chair, ``You dare dishonor your kin by skipping classes and resting at home? Is Mallory in on this? She should have-''\n\n``I wasn't spending my time at home.'' He said.\n\n``Is there some kind of new attraction at the mall?'' Juliet asked. \n\n``No...well that was what started it all, on a lower level. But...'' he turned around to his family, all watching in disbelief. Except for his father, who eyed his own meal motionlessly, ``I've been in visiting the outskirts every day for the past three months.''\n\nNo one spoke. All eyes looking down on him with shock as Eric prayed to just fall into his chair and cease to exist. ``You...you what?'' his mother asked, blinking in terror as she processed what he said. \n\nHis father spoke as though nothing had been said, ``Mavis, since you have proven yourself a capable field commander, but lack the proper understanding of leadership behind the desk, your next assignment shall be here. Odin Security's contract with the city will be drying up in the next four months. During this time I want you to build and maintain the Spartan security brand as a potential police force for Atlantis.''\n\n``Father, I-''\n\n``As for Harriet,'' he said, ignoring Mavis's complaints, ``I expect to see not only progress on your latest piece but an actual effort to start a career. Your mother and I have several connections at our disposal in many fields. Within a week I want you to list us potential career paths you wish to partake, and we will send you contacts that may help. Eric,'' the fox's fur stood on end at the sound of his name, ``Meet me in my study immediately after dinner. We have much to discuss.'' Standing up, the fox bowed his head to the rest of the family, ``Make sure to thank Mallory for this dinner when you are all finished.'' he said, walking off without another word.\n\nEric was dead. Sure his heart still beat, and his lungs still worked, but he might as well have been a dead fox with whatever was coming. His sisters stared at him, a mixture of anger and confusion across their temples. Their mother broke the silence, ``This really is Mallory's best work. I wonder if she could do this well with synthmeats?''\n\n***\n\nMost people had a more violent picture of his father's study when they first hear of the fox. Head of a private military company, a solider with a strong military career and headcount if one really wanted to dig through his records. They'd expect weapons mounted across all four walls of his private room, alongside paintings of him posing in victory and maybe a few busts or trophies of large prey he had the pleasure of killing. Basically what the living room was filled with.\n\nAlfred Karbon's study was nothing like that. Not a single weapon graced the room save for the fox's saber he kept to his side. But even that blade had been put away in a container that shifted into the wall, far out of sight from the fox. Instead of trophies of conquest or paintings of victory, artwork depicting dance, comedic acts, or dramatic sets lined the walls, along with paraphernalia from other cultures such as hand fans or masks that were kept for traditions more than actually used. His father told Eric once that the man had been surrounded by violence for much of his life and working day, so it only made sense to avoid such a subject in his personal quarters. He even had a karaoke machine.\n\nNone of this made his father any less terrifying.\n\nThe head of the household had been deep in the AR track of a classical violinist when Eric entered. ``Hey...,'' he gulped, ``Dad. You wanted to see me?''\n\n``A brilliant observation of the obvious...'' the older fox sighed, rubbing his temples as he flicked the AR screen away, shutting the music off, ``Sorry, I have had a strenuous past few months,'' he said. With a flick of his wrist, another screen opened behind them, depicting a fireplace, ``Did you know I wanted a fireplace when your mother and I did renovations to this place? Right here in my private study. She said that having two fireplaces in the house would be silly for the ambiance. Close the door, will you?''\n\nEric nodded, remembering this same story from before as he closed the heavy doors behind him, ``Can we maybe skip the long-winded speech about not getting what you want and move onto my punishment?'' he asked, trying to keep a straight tone but his nerves didn't allow it.\n\n``That's a bad habit, you know,'' Alfred said, pressing a few AR keys to let a bottle of scotch whiskey come out of his desk, ``Sarcastic dry wit to mask terror. It's liable to get you shot in the military.''\n\n``Yeah, but I'm not Mavis. So you don't need to worry about me being in the military.''\n\nWith a sigh, the older fox poured himself a glass and swiped another AR screen, landing it in front of the young fox's face, ``No, but it's just as a liability in prison,'' he said. Blood drained from Eric's face as he read the screen, the detailed slavery profile of Skiv standing before him, with all his father's signatures recorded. Signatures he forged. \n\n``Imagine my surprise when I see my latest acquisition. A classless hare under the registry as Sarah Skiv. Is Skiv her real name? It sounds like something a classless would name themselves.'' \n\n``D-dad, I can explain.''\n\n``You can explain?'' His father dragged a hand across his onyx colored desk, ``You can explain how my son has been skipping his classes for three months, hacking our communications to avoid me or his mother from knowing, all so he could enter into classless territory to meet with some rabbit?'' he sneered, ``How you have been dragging the family name through the mud, but putting yourself in considerable danger this entire time? And no doubt failing your classes? How long has this hacking been a problem I wonder. Have you been falsifying your grades as well?'' he asked, his voice growing louder with each word as he stood before the frightened fox.\n\nThis was it. Eric gulped. Skiv was as good as dead now if they hadn't already disposed of her. He hadn't had the luxury of checking on her before this meeting. On the verge of tears, he balled his fists and stared up to his father's cybernetic eyes, determined to confront the man.\n\nInstead, he got a hug. A soft hug that bit into him harder than any slap, ``I have never been more proud.'' Alfred whispered. \n\n``W-what?'' Eric blinked, ``You're not mad?''\n\nAlfred laughed, giving his son a quick slap on the back as he let go, ``Mad? Oh, I'm absolutely livid. Doesn't mean I can't be proud of what you've showcased in all of this.'' He said, smiling as he flipped the holoscreen between them, ``I mean, I had no idea you had such skill in forgery and hacking. Though I imagine pretending to be me or your mother is much easier. It's honestly a little terrifying that my own son has been so capable of keeping me in the dark. And not only that, but you've been willingly going to the outskirts. Not even Mavis would dare do such a thing alone, mainly because it's borderline insane.''\n\n``And...'' Eric didn't finish his sentence, still trying to process if he should be happy for his father finally showing some pride in him for something he liked doing or terrified about this unusual display of joy. He couldn't remember the last time his father was genuinely smiling.\n\n``Make no mistake, son. You did violate several laws and we did find out eventually, but your skill is impressive. I'd almost use the word talented if I didn't utterly despise the notion of talent.'' Alfred said, taking a seat in his synthleather chair and sipping from his glass, ``But you have succeeded in impressing me, so I won't be selling off this, Skiv, immediately. Especially since,'' he fiddled through the holoscreens again, ``You have her registered as a bodyguard. Hmm...she lacks proper training, probably can't read given her classless status. I suppose Mallory can tutor her in those subjects, as well as how to be a better combatant.''\n\nSkiv wouldn't like that. Eric could already see her and Mallory at each other's throats in every lesson. ``So...we're fine?''\n\n``No,'' his father's smile dropped, ``We're not fine.'' With a snap, all holoscreens outside of the fireplace one vanished. The fox leaned into his desk, ``Son, you have missed three months of classes. We had to make a serious last-minute donation to keep them from expelling you for such tardiness,'' another snap followed, the fireplace turning into a white planet, ``This is Jotun-three, an ice planet that barely supports life. On this planet is a military training facility, one with a lower than average survival rate. My colleagues have deemed it to be more like a prison than an actually useful academy, and with those who pass being liabilities for mental stress on the battlefield despite their physical prowess.''\n\n``You're...you're not sending me there, are you?'' Eric asked.\n\nAlfred raised his right brow, ``Of course not. Why would we spend so much money to keep you in school if we were to send you off? No, this is where I'll be sending Skiv if you do not meet my demands.''\n\nThe mental noose around his throat tightened, blocking any sensible words from escaping his lips. Terror filled the young fox's body as his father looked at him from his desk, no smile, no frown, just a plain neutral expression hiding any emotion from Eric. All the more terrifying.\n\nStanding back up from his desk, Alfred walked around to lean at the front and raised a finger, ``Firstly, you are not to prevent or edit any communication heading to your mother and me. Such an action is a breach of our security and could prove very dangerous if our rivals caught wind. Second,'' he raised another finger, ``Second, you will catch up on your classes, and in the three months of the semester you have left, you will pass. I do not mean just barely passing either. You need to make your grades presentable. Given the nature of schooling and you missing so much, I don't expect perfect marks. And if I find that you hacked the school to manipulate your grades, then there will be hell to pay. Any questions?''\n\nEric shook his head. It all boiled down to, don't hack things that are school or family-related, and pass his classes. Failure on any of those and Skiv gets to go to an icy hell for her training. No pressure, except for the metric fuckton of it on his shoulders now.\n\n``Good. Now before you go, I have a question about this, Skiv.'' he said, reopening her screen, ``Are you two fucking? Be honest.''\n\n``Well...'' he shifted his head, ``We only fucked once, dad.''\n\n``Who is on top?'' \n\nEric blinked, ``D-does it matter?'' he asked with a weak smile, ``I mean, mom fucks you, so-''\n\n``Your mother and I are equals.'' Alfred said, tossing the screen to the side, ``As such, we are comfortable with each other and have no need to prove each other's superiority in bed. This, Skiv, is not only classless but your slave. You,'' he poked Eric in the chest, ``Must show who is in charge at all times. Is that clear?''\n\nClenching teeth behind his lips, Eric nodded. ``Good,'' his father said, ``Now be off. I know we'd both much rather spending this evening enjoying ourselves. So get at it. And good luck, son.''\n\nEric left before his father finished, stomping through the halls. He should be worried, he needed to be worried. His father just threatened to send Skiv away if he failed his classes, classes he spent the last three godsdamned months avoiding. It was practically impossible to catch up, better to restart. But that fear didn't drive him. No, his father's words were the final straw. All his life he had been taught that he was better, he had to be better, but all that did was make him feel pathetic when he didn't live up to any potential. Skiv didn't care about that. Yeah, she didn't know, but Eric believed she wouldn't have cared if he met her under different circumstances. She took control of the situation, she knew what she wanted. He could be shoved against the wall by her and he would be smiling. \n\nFirst-class or classless, it didn't matter who won the financial lottery. Eric loved Skiv, and he was going to do his damndest to protect her. Like she planned to for him, back when he was just Drips. \n\nHe missed being Drips.\n\n***\n\n``Do you have to be so strict with...oh my,'' Juliet let her head flop backward as Alfred worked his tongue across her shaft. It had been so long since she'd had anyone properly service her, what with her job being the overloaded hellhole is normally is. And even in the few moments of free time she had in the office, it just didn't feel right using a pleasure slave when all she'd be thinking about was her husband. Cybersex with him was nice, but it didn't beat the feeling of his maw around her cock. \n\nA small gasp escaped the fox's lips as he pulled up, one hand still on her shaft while he kneeled at the foot of their bed, ``I know. I just...I am proud of them.''\n\n``Then tell them,'' she cooed, reaching for his chin so she could properly look at his brown eyes, ``It's not that hard, my love.''\n\n``But what if they falter?'' he asked, ``If I didn't lay down the consequences for his actions, what would stop Eric from doing such a thing again?'' He rested against the saliva coated cock, sighing before giving it another lick, ``I was just so...surprised by his ability. He never expressed such skill before.''\n\nJuliet pet her husband's red headfur, ``Oh, I had a feeling,'' she said, ``Call me biased, but I believe all of my children are uniquely talented in their own way.''\n\n``Skill, darling,'' Alfred corrected, stepping up to her only to be pushed back down. He grimaced but knew his place. He had not been given permission to stand or take to the bed yet. ``There is no such thing as talent.''\n\n``And yet your mouth has not lost its touch despite no practice in months. Or am I just that starved for physical attention?''\n\n``You know I am not against you using pleasure slaves in your office.''\n\n``Nor am I to you. Yet neither of us do, do we?'' she asked, running a finger down from his ears to the black leather collar she'd gifted him so long ago. Not one of real enslavement, but one that symbolized their love for each other before the rings. Perhaps one day, when they both finally retire, he may take to wearing it fully. \n\nHe shook his head, ``No. Masturbation is all I need for the stress relief, but this,'' he reached down, under her balls to push into the lower lips of her feminine half, ``is a welcome sight.''\n\n``Shame you won't be seeing it tonight,'' she teased, bobbing her cock against his nose, ``This is getting the attention.''\n\nHis ears drooped, but she could see his erection still unfold. Not that he dared touch his cock. Chastity training in their youth had all but robbed him of the idea of pleasuring himself in her presence unless she demanded it. If the device's comfort wasn't such a liability in the military field, she'd still have him wear it. ``I haven't given it attention since we sired Eric.''\n\n``That's a lie and you know it,'' she said, stepping up to grab him by the collar and lead him to the bed, ``But I will admit, I prefer my cock more when it's just about pleasure.'' she slapped his ass, earning a soft squeal from her man, ``Raise it high. I want to lube you up.''\n\nSquirting the lube across her fingers, the sheets on the bed shifted as she crawled over to his ass and gave the hole a soft lick. He moaned, gripping the pillow as she rimmed him, ``Har...Harriet still w-worries me,'' he stuttered, ``Her failure seems to have hit her harder than...ah fuck...''\n\nJuliet smiled, pulling away and spanking his tuckus before pressing the lubed finger against his tailhole, ``Yes, Harriet has always been a worrisome one for you. There's so much of that poet I knew lodged in her. Do you remember the first poem you recited to me?''\n\nHe shook his head, ``No, and I'd rather you not repeat it...mistress.''\n\n``I couldn't do it justice if I did,'' she said, pushing her finger into him and lubing up his insides, ``But maybe later, you should find some and recite it to me.''\n\n``She's too fragile,'' he muttered, ``I should have been more strict with her.''\n\n``Like Mavis?'' she asked, coating her own cock with the lube, ``Our little military star?''\n\n``No...not like Mavis. She's...'' he stopped when Juliet's cock pressed against him, gritting his teeth while she slowly pushed inside, ``She's determined to make me happy.''\n\n``And that eats you up, doesn't it?'' the vixen asked, still pushing deeper into him, ``She's daddy's little soldier.''\n\n``She'll be better than me one day. I know it. She just...I hope she can grow wiser.''\n\nJuliet leaned over him, her breasts against his back and cock balls deep into him, ``She will, my love. All of our children will succeed in their own ways.''\n\n``How can you be so sure?'' he asked, half his face dug into the pillow.\n\nShe smiled, ``Call it a mother's intuition,'' she said, resting a hand on his cheek, ``Now relax, my love. We only have tonight and I want to enjoy your ass.'' \n\nFew things got Juliet as randy as seeing Alfred so submissive. Her strong military man, who, despite his stature, could best larger furs of equal experience and carried a shadow that could blanket a room. A towering example of tactical mind and strength, moaning softly like a little whore as her cock pulsed into him. He was tight, oh so very tight, saving his hole for her and only her. ``Maybe I should get a sex toy printer to copy my cock,'' she teased, her hands reaching around him to grip his fully erect cock, ``Wouldn't want you getting too tight for next time. Or are you afraid of what your men will think if they knew you had a copy of your wife's cock?''\n\nHe shook his head, ``My men can think what they want, so long as they follow orders, my love. I am not afraid of their judgment.''\n\n``Oh, I know,'' she whispered, gripping his cock tight with both hands while she fucked him, ``Do you know why?'' He shook his head, mewling as she whispered, ``Because, despite complaining how you never get to fuck me, you were never this hard when inside me. Even when I had your ass plugged up. You're my little anal whore, aren't you?''\n\n``Y-yes, Mistress.''\n\nJuliet grabbed his hair and pulled it back, ``Say it, dear,'' she ordered, gently gnawing against his ears, ``I want to hear the words escape your lips.''\n\n``I'm...'' he winced. Juliet giggled, one hand working his shaft, the other toying with his head, all while she thrust into him. ``I'm your little anal whore.''\n\n``That's right,'' she said, ``And I'm going to take you against the window after this. Press that nice strong body against the glass as I take your ass again tonight. We're not going to stop fucking until the sun comes up, dear. We can sleep on our flights.''\n\nShe came long before he did. Her fox's poor prostate had been out of practice for too long, leaving him unable to cum until the final fuck. Whereas she kept digging her claws into him and railed him over and over, in different positions until their bodies ached and their panting filled the room. The vixen was half-tempted to take out their old chastity cage and lock it around him but decided against it. Perhaps when they were retired or had more time off.\n\nShe cuddled up to him after, swirling a finger into his chest fur where his muscular form still remained, ``I've missed these nights.''\n\n``They have been...relaxing,'' he said, staring up to the ceiling, ``I'm worried Eric has made a mistake with this classless girl.''\n\n``Some could say the same when I met you.''\n\n``I was class 2,'' he muttered, ``And I fought my way up to one before meeting you. This...this rabbit has done no such thing,'' he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He didn't talk about it much, but she knew Alfred was still bothered by the stigma of his class 2 upbringing, or as he's put it `how others saw his birth'. \n\n``I'll have Mallory keep a close eye on her. But if he went to see her every day in the outskirts, and she didn't kill him, then there has to be something.''\n\n``I don't get how you can be so calm.'' he said, ``Your motherly intuition isn't always accurate.''\n\nShe smiled, ``Because, dear, if the bitch hurts our son in any way, then I'll make her wish you sent her off to whatever hellhole training camp you came up with to scare our son.'' the vixen said, giving him another pec on the cheek, ``Now, let's enjoy this moment, while it lasts.''\n\n``Aye, my love.'' he kissed her back, ``Aye.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Normally Eric didn't stay long for dinner or even eat in the dining room around that time. The teenager had often spent his meals at home in his personal gaming den, lounging around lazily eating something small or package liked a protean meal bar as he played the night away, with the last three months including plans on what he'd bring to Skiv the next day. Given that the only people in the estate were the maids and his sister, this had not only become a natural routine but a favorable one.

But now all of the family were present, which dictated the Home Dinner protocol. Each member of the family was to report to the dining room for supper, and none could leave the house until their mother or father removed the lockdown. Entry to their own rooms was also barred, locking them out to practically enforce familial interaction. His mother explained that it was to keep them close during the rare moments they were all together, but Eric never found being forced to eat dinner with the family as a particularly bonding experience with them. If he were so bold, he would argue it had the opposite effect.

But that might be because he never had anything to contribute at these dinners.

Mallory had prepared a dish from their reserves, a real meat steak for each member of the family, with printed potatoes she mashed and real asparagus. Carving into the meat, the fox hoped he could just keep his mouth full rather than answer any questions that came his way. A fools' hope given what his father asked of him beforehand, but a hope nonetheless. Given how his mother and father stared at each other from across the table, he figured there might be some chance they would forget.

``So, Mavis,'' his father spoke up first, starting the conversation with the eldest child and surely ending it with the youngest, ``I read your report on the pirates you clashed with on Heimdall. Though something doesn't really add up, and I was hoping you could clarify it.''

Mavis smiled, her ears perking up but keeping a restrained position, ``Of course, father. I am happy to answer any confusion.'' Eric rolled his eyes, having forgotten what an annoying little suck up his eldest sister could be. Always the first to tattle, anything to get daddy's affection.

``In your report, you claim that the pirates were routing slaves and being back by the Cygnus Combine. Yet,'' he put his fork down, grabbing a glass of red wine as he spoke, ``In the wreckage found, and in background checks on surviving crew members, there have been no traces of any credit flow from any Cygnus Combine affiliates.'' he took a slow sip of the wine, letting the flavor wash over his tongue, ``Furthermore, the so-called `slaves' they had acquired were classless, many of which were in poor medical condition. Were they damaged in the crossfire?''

The white fox blinked, ``No, father. I gave strict orders to avoid hitting cargo. As for the Cygnus-''

Alfred held his hand up, silencing his daughter, ``I did not ask about the Cygnus Combine yet, Mavis. Do be patient.''

``Y-yes, father,'' she said, ears drooping as he took another sip.

``While we did not find traces of any Cygnus Credit trail, further investigation did find connections to New Avalon. The captain of the vessel, whom you killed quickly, was a former New Avalon security specialist. As CEO of Spartan, I have been hearing rumors amongst other security forces that New Avalon has been temporarily letting go of their specialist to help them sneak in and acquire cargo from other corporations, generally having these agents falsely align themselves with other corps to help point the blame and cause conflict. Tell me, Mavis, why did you believe they were part of the Cygnus Combine?''

``They...'' the white fox gulped, her cybernetic eyes widening on reflex as she pushed through her memories, ``They were pirates with no insignia, so I had assumed.'' she finally admitted, defeat filled her tone.

Alfred sighed and rubbed his temples, ``Mavis, while I am proud of your quick work of the enemy threat and safe acquisition of their stolen cargo, even for how little the cargo is actually worth as a whole, please keep in mind that you cannot go and make assumptions in your reports for the sake of speed. If a superior will berate you for information that isn't yet available, then the fault is on their lack of patience and your source's lack of speed, not on you.''

``Yes, sir,'' Mavis said, sitting up straight and hiding her hands under the table, no doubt clenching them into fists if Eric had any guess. Harriet smiled at Mavis's humiliation while Eric kept his satisfaction subdued. They both never turned down a chance to enjoy some embarrassment at Mavis's expense. Retribution by proxy for all the times she'd made their lives more difficult by being `the best daughter' of the family.

``Harriet,'' their mother spoke up next, ``What is so funny, my dear?''

``Oh,'' the fox dropped her fork, letting it clatter against the table, ``Nothing, I just thought of a joke is all.''

``So you are a comedian now?'' their father asked without looking up from his meal, ``Have you dropped your painting already?''

``N-no, father,'' Harriet said, her ears drooping, ``I'm actually in the middle of working on my latest piece. It's meant to capture the struggles of within and-''

``Within what?'' the white fox scoffed, ``The space between the cushions?''

``Mavis,'' their mother interjected, ``Let your sister explain her work.''

``Her `work' mother, is to lay about all day staring at a blank screen,'' Mavis set her utensils down, ``This artistic vision of hers is nothing but an excuse to be lazy. Do you all not remember the desire to be a guitarist? Or how about her attempts at writing? Ever since her attempted debut she has been nothing more than a coward who believes her talents lie elsewhere than-''

``Mavis,'' Alfred raised his hand, curling his fingers and looking at his eldest daughter with daggers, ``You may speak what you see as the truth to your kin, but I will not allow my children to directly insult each other at the table.'' his eyes turned to Harriet, ``And Harriet, while I disagree with how your sister has put it, her point is valid. How many pursuits will you go through before you move on from that failure? You do not need to make a career out of your passion. I understand that is your dream, it was mine as well, but sometimes you must face reality.''

The blonde fox's face trembled, holding back her tears as she nodded, ``Yes...father. I will do better next we meet.'' Eric felt himself trying to sink deeper into his chair to avoid the inevitable questions.

It never worked, ``So, Eric, how have your classes been going?'' his mother asked cheerfully.

``F-fine,'' he muttered, ``Just fine.''

``Have you learned anything interesting?'' Alfred asked, ``Perhaps in the field of cybersecurity. I imagine they have extensive classes on the subject.''

``No, j-just basics, nothing really important,'' he muttered out, keeping his eyes focused on the redness of his steak, ``Honestly, I think they'd be better off letting us sleep in class.''

``Is that why you haven't been going there in three months?'' His father asked, the question tearing through the young fox like a knife down his spine.

Eric blinked, ``I-''

``For three months, we have received no update from your school,'' his father said, ``Granted, your mother and I are very busy, so we only flag important messages like school events or if you are in trouble. But only a few days ago, both of us received hundreds of emails at once, all dating over the course of the last three months. Absences, failing grades, literal calls from your teachers, and the principal trying to reach us. Mallory had informed us that the communication lines from the school had been tampered with to both us, and the estate.''

``I...I suppose we were hacked,'' Eric said, ``Maybe we should beef up security.''

Juliet spoke up, ``Eric, dear, I work with liars every day. Don't think you can talk your way out of this.''

Eric looked up, his entire family staring down at him. Harriet and Mavis were rife with confusion, his mother looking down with sympathy, and his father, looking down with as neutral expression as ever. A thousand excuses boiled in his mind, none of which could save him. What else did they know? His eyes widened upon realizing that Skiv would be well within his father's reach now.

``I...I hacked our mainframe.'' he said. Everyone but Alfred's eyes widened. Alfred's knife scratched into the plate at his son's admission.

``You,'' Mavis spoke up first, ``you hacked it? How?'' her fists clenched as she raised herself from her chair, ``You dare dishonor your kin by skipping classes and resting at home? Is Mallory in on this? She should have-''

``I wasn't spending my time at home.'' He said.

``Is there some kind of new attraction at the mall?'' Juliet asked.

``No...well that was what started it all, on a lower level. But...'' he turned around to his family, all watching in disbelief. Except for his father, who eyed his own meal motionlessly, ``I've been in visiting the outskirts every day for the past three months.''

No one spoke. All eyes looking down on him with shock as Eric prayed to just fall into his chair and cease to exist. ``You...you what?'' his mother asked, blinking in terror as she processed what he said.

His father spoke as though nothing had been said, ``Mavis, since you have proven yourself a capable field commander, but lack the proper understanding of leadership behind the desk, your next assignment shall be here. Odin Security's contract with the city will be drying up in the next four months. During this time I want you to build and maintain the Spartan security brand as a potential police force for Atlantis.''

``Father, I-''

``As for Harriet,'' he said, ignoring Mavis's complaints, ``I expect to see not only progress on your latest piece but an actual effort to start a career. Your mother and I have several connections at our disposal in many fields. Within a week I want you to list us potential career paths you wish to partake, and we will send you contacts that may help. Eric,'' the fox's fur stood on end at the sound of his name, ``Meet me in my study immediately after dinner. We have much to discuss.'' Standing up, the fox bowed his head to the rest of the family, ``Make sure to thank Mallory for this dinner when you are all finished.'' he said, walking off without another word.

Eric was dead. Sure his heart still beat, and his lungs still worked, but he might as well have been a dead fox with whatever was coming. His sisters stared at him, a mixture of anger and confusion across their temples. Their mother broke the silence, ``This really is Mallory's best work. I wonder if she could do this well with synthmeats?''

***

Most people had a more violent picture of his father's study when they first hear of the fox. Head of a private military company, a solider with a strong military career and headcount if one really wanted to dig through his records. They'd expect weapons mounted across all four walls of his private room, alongside paintings of him posing in victory and maybe a few busts or trophies of large prey he had the pleasure of killing. Basically what the living room was filled with.

Alfred Karbon's study was nothing like that. Not a single weapon graced the room save for the fox's saber he kept to his side. But even that blade had been put away in a container that shifted into the wall, far out of sight from the fox. Instead of trophies of conquest or paintings of victory, artwork depicting dance, comedic acts, or dramatic sets lined the walls, along with paraphernalia from other cultures such as hand fans or masks that were kept for traditions more than actually used. His father told Eric once that the man had been surrounded by violence for much of his life and working day, so it only made sense to avoid such a subject in his personal quarters. He even had a karaoke machine.

None of this made his father any less terrifying.

The head of the household had been deep in the AR track of a classical violinist when Eric entered. ``Hey...,'' he gulped, ``Dad. You wanted to see me?''

``A brilliant observation of the obvious...'' the older fox sighed, rubbing his temples as he flicked the AR screen away, shutting the music off, ``Sorry, I have had a strenuous past few months,'' he said. With a flick of his wrist, another screen opened behind them, depicting a fireplace, ``Did you know I wanted a fireplace when your mother and I did renovations to this place? Right here in my private study. She said that having two fireplaces in the house would be silly for the ambiance. Close the door, will you?''

Eric nodded, remembering this same story from before as he closed the heavy doors behind him, ``Can we maybe skip the long-winded speech about not getting what you want and move onto my punishment?'' he asked, trying to keep a straight tone but his nerves didn't allow it.

``That's a bad habit, you know,'' Alfred said, pressing a few AR keys to let a bottle of scotch whiskey come out of his desk, ``Sarcastic dry wit to mask terror. It's liable to get you shot in the military.''

``Yeah, but I'm not Mavis. So you don't need to worry about me being in the military.''

With a sigh, the older fox poured himself a glass and swiped another AR screen, landing it in front of the young fox's face, ``No, but it's just as a liability in prison,'' he said. Blood drained from Eric's face as he read the screen, the detailed slavery profile of Skiv standing before him, with all his father's signatures recorded. Signatures he forged.

``Imagine my surprise when I see my latest acquisition. A classless hare under the registry as Sarah Skiv. Is Skiv her real name? It sounds like something a classless would name themselves.''

``D-dad, I can explain.''

``You can explain?'' His father dragged a hand across his onyx colored desk, ``You can explain how my son has been skipping his classes for three months, hacking our communications to avoid me or his mother from knowing, all so he could enter into classless territory to meet with some rabbit?'' he sneered, ``How you have been dragging the family name through the mud, but putting yourself in considerable danger this entire time? And no doubt failing your classes? How long has this hacking been a problem I wonder. Have you been falsifying your grades as well?'' he asked, his voice growing louder with each word as he stood before the frightened fox.

This was it. Eric gulped. Skiv was as good as dead now if they hadn't already disposed of her. He hadn't had the luxury of checking on her before this meeting. On the verge of tears, he balled his fists and stared up to his father's cybernetic eyes, determined to confront the man.

Instead, he got a hug. A soft hug that bit into him harder than any slap, ``I have never been more proud.'' Alfred whispered.

``W-what?'' Eric blinked, ``You're not mad?''

Alfred laughed, giving his son a quick slap on the back as he let go, ``Mad? Oh, I'm absolutely livid. Doesn't mean I can't be proud of what you've showcased in all of this.'' He said, smiling as he flipped the holoscreen between them, ``I mean, I had no idea you had such skill in forgery and hacking. Though I imagine pretending to be me or your mother is much easier. It's honestly a little terrifying that my own son has been so capable of keeping me in the dark. And not only that, but you've been willingly going to the outskirts. Not even Mavis would dare do such a thing alone, mainly because it's borderline insane.''

``And...'' Eric didn't finish his sentence, still trying to process if he should be happy for his father finally showing some pride in him for something he liked doing or terrified about this unusual display of joy. He couldn't remember the last time his father was genuinely smiling.

``Make no mistake, son. You did violate several laws and we did find out eventually, but your skill is impressive. I'd almost use the word talented if I didn't utterly despise the notion of talent.'' Alfred said, taking a seat in his synthleather chair and sipping from his glass, ``But you have succeeded in impressing me, so I won't be selling off this, Skiv, immediately. Especially since,'' he fiddled through the holoscreens again, ``You have her registered as a bodyguard. Hmm...she lacks proper training, probably can't read given her classless status. I suppose Mallory can tutor her in those subjects, as well as how to be a better combatant.''

Skiv wouldn't like that. Eric could already see her and Mallory at each other's throats in every lesson. ``So...we're fine?''

``No,'' his father's smile dropped, ``We're not fine.'' With a snap, all holoscreens outside of the fireplace one vanished. The fox leaned into his desk, ``Son, you have missed three months of classes. We had to make a serious last-minute donation to keep them from expelling you for such tardiness,'' another snap followed, the fireplace turning into a white planet, ``This is Jotun-three, an ice planet that barely supports life. On this planet is a military training facility, one with a lower than average survival rate. My colleagues have deemed it to be more like a prison than an actually useful academy, and with those who pass being liabilities for mental stress on the battlefield despite their physical prowess.''

``You're...you're not sending me there, are you?'' Eric asked.

Alfred raised his right brow, ``Of course not. Why would we spend so much money to keep you in school if we were to send you off? No, this is where I'll be sending Skiv if you do not meet my demands.''

The mental noose around his throat tightened, blocking any sensible words from escaping his lips. Terror filled the young fox's body as his father looked at him from his desk, no smile, no frown, just a plain neutral expression hiding any emotion from Eric. All the more terrifying.

Standing back up from his desk, Alfred walked around to lean at the front and raised a finger, ``Firstly, you are not to prevent or edit any communication heading to your mother and me. Such an action is a breach of our security and could prove very dangerous if our rivals caught wind. Second,'' he raised another finger, ``Second, you will catch up on your classes, and in the three months of the semester you have left, you will pass. I do not mean just barely passing either. You need to make your grades presentable. Given the nature of schooling and you missing so much, I don't expect perfect marks. And if I find that you hacked the school to manipulate your grades, then there will be hell to pay. Any questions?''

Eric shook his head. It all boiled down to, don't hack things that are school or family-related, and pass his classes. Failure on any of those and Skiv gets to go to an icy hell for her training. No pressure, except for the metric fuckton of it on his shoulders now.

``Good. Now before you go, I have a question about this, Skiv.'' he said, reopening her screen, ``Are you two fucking? Be honest.''

``Well...'' he shifted his head, ``We only fucked once, dad.''

``Who is on top?''

Eric blinked, ``D-does it matter?'' he asked with a weak smile, ``I mean, mom fucks you, so-''

``Your mother and I are equals.'' Alfred said, tossing the screen to the side, ``As such, we are comfortable with each other and have no need to prove each other's superiority in bed. This, Skiv, is not only classless but your slave. You,'' he poked Eric in the chest, ``Must show who is in charge at all times. Is that clear?''

Clenching teeth behind his lips, Eric nodded. ``Good,'' his father said, ``Now be off. I know we'd both much rather spending this evening enjoying ourselves. So get at it. And good luck, son.''

Eric left before his father finished, stomping through the halls. He should be worried, he needed to be worried. His father just threatened to send Skiv away if he failed his classes, classes he spent the last three godsdamned months avoiding. It was practically impossible to catch up, better to restart. But that fear didn't drive him. No, his father's words were the final straw. All his life he had been taught that he was better, he had to be better, but all that did was make him feel pathetic when he didn't live up to any potential. Skiv didn't care about that. Yeah, she didn't know, but Eric believed she wouldn't have cared if he met her under different circumstances. She took control of the situation, she knew what she wanted. He could be shoved against the wall by her and he would be smiling.

First-class or classless, it didn't matter who won the financial lottery. Eric loved Skiv, and he was going to do his damndest to protect her. Like she planned to for him, back when he was just Drips.

He missed being Drips.

***

``Do you have to be so strict with...oh my,'' Juliet let her head flop backward as Alfred worked his tongue across her shaft. It had been so long since she'd had anyone properly service her, what with her job being the overloaded hellhole is normally is. And even in the few moments of free time she had in the office, it just didn't feel right using a pleasure slave when all she'd be thinking about was her husband. Cybersex with him was nice, but it didn't beat the feeling of his maw around her cock.

A small gasp escaped the fox's lips as he pulled up, one hand still on her shaft while he kneeled at the foot of their bed, ``I know. I just...I am proud of them.''

``Then tell them,'' she cooed, reaching for his chin so she could properly look at his brown eyes, ``It's not that hard, my love.''

``But what if they falter?'' he asked, ``If I didn't lay down the consequences for his actions, what would stop Eric from doing such a thing again?'' He rested against the saliva coated cock, sighing before giving it another lick, ``I was just so...surprised by his ability. He never expressed such skill before.''

Juliet pet her husband's red headfur, ``Oh, I had a feeling,'' she said, ``Call me biased, but I believe all of my children are uniquely talented in their own way.''

``Skill, darling,'' Alfred corrected, stepping up to her only to be pushed back down. He grimaced but knew his place. He had not been given permission to stand or take to the bed yet. ``There is no such thing as talent.''

``And yet your mouth has not lost its touch despite no practice in months. Or am I just that starved for physical attention?''

``You know I am not against you using pleasure slaves in your office.''

``Nor am I to you. Yet neither of us do, do we?'' she asked, running a finger down from his ears to the black leather collar she'd gifted him so long ago. Not one of real enslavement, but one that symbolized their love for each other before the rings. Perhaps one day, when they both finally retire, he may take to wearing it fully.

He shook his head, ``No. Masturbation is all I need for the stress relief, but this,'' he reached down, under her balls to push into the lower lips of her feminine half, ``is a welcome sight.''

``Shame you won't be seeing it tonight,'' she teased, bobbing her cock against his nose, ``This is getting the attention.''

His ears drooped, but she could see his erection still unfold. Not that he dared touch his cock. Chastity training in their youth had all but robbed him of the idea of pleasuring himself in her presence unless she demanded it. If the device's comfort wasn't such a liability in the military field, she'd still have him wear it. ``I haven't given it attention since we sired Eric.''

``That's a lie and you know it,'' she said, stepping up to grab him by the collar and lead him to the bed, ``But I will admit, I prefer my cock more when it's just about pleasure.'' she slapped his ass, earning a soft squeal from her man, ``Raise it high. I want to lube you up.''

Squirting the lube across her fingers, the sheets on the bed shifted as she crawled over to his ass and gave the hole a soft lick. He moaned, gripping the pillow as she rimmed him, ``Har...Harriet still w-worries me,'' he stuttered, ``Her failure seems to have hit her harder than...ah fuck...''

Juliet smiled, pulling away and spanking his tuckus before pressing the lubed finger against his tailhole, ``Yes, Harriet has always been a worrisome one for you. There's so much of that poet I knew lodged in her. Do you remember the first poem you recited to me?''

He shook his head, ``No, and I'd rather you not repeat it...mistress.''

``I couldn't do it justice if I did,'' she said, pushing her finger into him and lubing up his insides, ``But maybe later, you should find some and recite it to me.''

``She's too fragile,'' he muttered, ``I should have been more strict with her.''

``Like Mavis?'' she asked, coating her own cock with the lube, ``Our little military star?''

``No...not like Mavis. She's...'' he stopped when Juliet's cock pressed against him, gritting his teeth while she slowly pushed inside, ``She's determined to make me happy.''

``And that eats you up, doesn't it?'' the vixen asked, still pushing deeper into him, ``She's daddy's little soldier.''

``She'll be better than me one day. I know it. She just...I hope she can grow wiser.''

Juliet leaned over him, her breasts against his back and cock balls deep into him, ``She will, my love. All of our children will succeed in their own ways.''

``How can you be so sure?'' he asked, half his face dug into the pillow.

She smiled, ``Call it a mother's intuition,'' she said, resting a hand on his cheek, ``Now relax, my love. We only have tonight and I want to enjoy your ass.''

Few things got Juliet as randy as seeing Alfred so submissive. Her strong military man, who, despite his stature, could best larger furs of equal experience and carried a shadow that could blanket a room. A towering example of tactical mind and strength, moaning softly like a little whore as her cock pulsed into him. He was tight, oh so very tight, saving his hole for her and only her. ``Maybe I should get a sex toy printer to copy my cock,'' she teased, her hands reaching around him to grip his fully erect cock, ``Wouldn't want you getting too tight for next time. Or are you afraid of what your men will think if they knew you had a copy of your wife's cock?''

He shook his head, ``My men can think what they want, so long as they follow orders, my love. I am not afraid of their judgment.''

``Oh, I know,'' she whispered, gripping his cock tight with both hands while she fucked him, ``Do you know why?'' He shook his head, mewling as she whispered, ``Because, despite complaining how you never get to fuck me, you were never this hard when inside me. Even when I had your ass plugged up. You're my little anal whore, aren't you?''

``Y-yes, Mistress.''

Juliet grabbed his hair and pulled it back, ``Say it, dear,'' she ordered, gently gnawing against his ears, ``I want to hear the words escape your lips.''

``I'm...'' he winced. Juliet giggled, one hand working his shaft, the other toying with his head, all while she thrust into him. ``I'm your little anal whore.''

``That's right,'' she said, ``And I'm going to take you against the window after this. Press that nice strong body against the glass as I take your ass again tonight. We're not going to stop fucking until the sun comes up, dear. We can sleep on our flights.''

She came long before he did. Her fox's poor prostate had been out of practice for too long, leaving him unable to cum until the final fuck. Whereas she kept digging her claws into him and railed him over and over, in different positions until their bodies ached and their panting filled the room. The vixen was half-tempted to take out their old chastity cage and lock it around him but decided against it. Perhaps when they were retired or had more time off.

She cuddled up to him after, swirling a finger into his chest fur where his muscular form still remained, ``I've missed these nights.''

``They have been...relaxing,'' he said, staring up to the ceiling, ``I'm worried Eric has made a mistake with this classless girl.''

``Some could say the same when I met you.''

``I was class 2,'' he muttered, ``And I fought my way up to one before meeting you. This...this rabbit has done no such thing,'' he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He didn't talk about it much, but she knew Alfred was still bothered by the stigma of his class 2 upbringing, or as he's put it `how others saw his birth'.

``I'll have Mallory keep a close eye on her. But if he went to see her every day in the outskirts, and she didn't kill him, then there has to be something.''

``I don't get how you can be so calm.'' he said, ``Your motherly intuition isn't always accurate.''

She smiled, ``Because, dear, if the bitch hurts our son in any way, then I'll make her wish you sent her off to whatever hellhole training camp you came up with to scare our son.'' the vixen said, giving him another pec on the cheek, ``Now, let's enjoy this moment, while it lasts.''

``Aye, my love.'' he kissed her back, ``Aye.''

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