Futa Dragons Pt. 08

It was a phrase he heard often during the month or more that he flew the two attractive women from planet to planet. It seemed that Brianna and Fiona made bets on many of the things that they observed and the reactions they would get. He could not determine the basis of these bets with any accuracy but he did see the benefits to the winner. Fiona would sigh as she dressed stylishly in a short black dress that left a lot of her skin exposed, she, in turn, would wolf whistle and clap her hands when Brianna would emerge from her quarters in a slinky red dress that would not have been out of place on one of the female entertainers at a male's only club. He felt himself very warm at the sight of the little women dressed so sexily.

"Fiona!" she protested as she clutched at the peek-a-boo slits in the short skirt and around the bodice.

"You lost, baby," the curly haired taller woman had said as she strutted towards the exit and down the ramp.

The two would flirt and accept drinks from the many males that flocked around them but never once did they leave any establishment with any other male than the tall handsome and very young looking pilot. Their perfumes, sexy bodies and playful hugs and kisses often drove him to his room to masturbate after he safely saw them off to their own beds.

This camaraderie embolden Brianna. She felt that her new boss was an ordinary human being. She did not have grace or airs but certainly she was strong willed and very determined in everything she did. Even if it was ensuring that their shy pilot wore casual clothing and was not forever dressed in his black uniform. Or, she sighed inwardly, making her wear clothing that she felt made her look like a woman on the lookout rather than a sexy female that would relish someone to love her. Either way Brianna found herself very attached to her new boss.

When their tour ended Brianna had found she knew more about Fiona than she would ever have known if she had simply remained a desk bound secretary. For one she knew that the beautiful woman hid a wonderful secret between her tanned and long sexy legs.

They had discussed the situation of the company long into the last night of their voyage among the stars. Brianna had told Fiona that she was ready to do whatever the lovely new CEO planned.

"What do you plan to do, Jemma?" Fiona asked softly of the shy woman who sat back in her chair opposite them and appeared to be contemplating their concerns.

"I don't know, Fi. Elspeth always took on these things. I find I am not very good at doing those things she used to do. She was always finding new projects, getting the right people and making sure things went smooth. I am security, coding and machine interactions, Fi. I am the brains."

"And the beauty," Brianna added softly. Fiona grinned at the lovely little woman beside her. Jemma had blushed a deep red.

"Yes she is very beautiful, Brianna," Fi agreed as she reached over and patted the little woman intimately on her thigh that was showing under her short white skirt.

Brianna almost gasped that the lovely woman beside her could touch Jemma like that. It made Fiona realise even more that Brianna was desperately in need of someone to love her as well. She had been trapped in her job for so long that she had never had time to look for someone.

Jemma grinned. It was not unusual for Fiona to display affection. It was something that Jemma cherished and she was not ashamed or embarrassed by the Futa woman's position. Brianna, she decided, may think she knew Fiona but a few more months in her company and she was sure that, like her, the little woman would succumb to Fiona's charms.

"I guess that we have an issue with Mabreeze," Jemma said softly. The other two looked at her with concerned frowns. "He was the one who took on Elspeth's role as Relationship manager. It was he whom took it upon himself to look into the problems of keeping the right people in the right places."

"Perhaps it also got too big a task for him, Jemma," Fiona said slowly. She knew that the man was Jemma's personal aide and she was unsure what it was that he actually did outside of ensuring that Fiona's mansion ran smoothly.

"I don't think Mabreeze has ever been off planet," opined Brianna. There was a note of concern in her voice and both Fiona and Jemma noted it.

"If that is the case then it explains a lot of things," Fiona said coolly.

"Mabreeze has never left my side in the past twelve cycles. I always thought it was a little strange that he believed he had things in hand when he never left the safety of his office here," added Jemma with a little concern.

"We will see whether Mabreeze's reluctance has caused us any problems later. I have a plan," Fiona announced as they all sat back in their chairs and sipped wine.

Brianna sat up straighter in her chair. She was not sure if she should still be there but Fiona casually patted her hand as she passed her a glass of wine and told her that the pair of them had a lot of work to do.

"Firstly, Jemma, this organisation has become full of complacent and inept managers. I am not saying that they are exceedingly bad at their jobs, but they are quite content to live on the fat that the company made cycles ago. They are not trying to keep that cushion of profit high enough to cover for expansion. You only have offices on four worlds. Platten is such a big name it should be everywhere. I think someone has thwarted that growth.

"There are some strange things happening on Thuel as well. When I went there people were quiet and super obedient. I think it was all an act because somehow they found out that a visitor from management was coming. My senses all tingled in that office and not in a good way! Even in the guise of a contract programmer that was doing some investigation into a few comms tweaks, I got very little in the way of open communication. The few management staff I was allowed to speak with were close lipped and wide-eyed. It was as if they had been instructed to provide all the right answers but they did not seem to have any real knowledge of what they were talking about. They all seemed to be like puppets but I just couldn't fathom who was pulling the strings."

"Do you need me to come with you, Fiona?" asked Jemma worriedly. She did not like going far from her home or her office.

"Just give me Elspeth's power and I think I can manage with the help of this little one," she pointed to Brianna.

"Who will look after anything I need?" Jemma asked with a small frown.

"George is on break in a few weeks. I have already told him that he will be working for you while I am on a mission to get his company back on track," Fiona said with a wink. Jemma almost trembled in lust. Her George with him right outside her door!

"And Mabreeze?" Jemma asked nervously.

"Tell him that his duties no longer require him to ascertain the recruitment and allocation of staff for Platten. I am sure that he will find it to be a great relief," Brianna suggested as they decided that they had done enough for the day.

Jemma found herself nodding in agreement. For several seconds she held the stare of the little blonde and something inside her realised that Brianna had been very much underutilised as simply a secretary.

"Not his company anymore, Fi," Jemma said softly when they had returned home. She was riding her lover's big cock in a slow easy rock. She was in no hurry to let Fiona leave her trench knowing that in a few weeks she would be gone for almost a month. Having George as a substitute was a good trade though.

"What?"

"He signed his share over to you. To be formalised when you get married but effectively you own half of Platten Computer Corporation."

Fiona had fucked Jemma long and hard that night and into the next day. Jemma's Dragons had plagued her with beautiful visions of children and indescribable pleasures for much of that time as Fiona had slammed her cock into her tight internal receptacle and left it there for the entire evening as she slept in their big bed.

*****

Fiona spent more time with Petik. She cornered the man in his beloved starship and grilled him about what he knew about the state of PCC. His revelations both shocked and angered the Futa woman. She could feel a fire beginning to burn in her chest as the pilot described activities that had occurred on his ship and others that he had been told about from his extensive network of contacts. Many of those contacts worked outside of Platten but had direct relationships with many of the departments on Thallix II, Prime, Verdale and Thuel. He confirmed with the newly appointed CEO what her mind had already been worrying over. A façade of untruths, exaggerated relationship management and lackadaisical management, at many levels, was pervading the once proudly innovative and creative organisation. Petik told her that as far as he knew Platten had not taken out any new patents in software and hardware development for at least the past five cycles. A fact that Fiona had already confirmed with her own investigation.

As Fiona listened to the man speaking she could feel something within her mind beginning to shift. Gone were the thoughts of producing exceptional new programs and applications that would change the ways of the worlds. Jemma and Elspeth had already done that. Now her mind was feverishly working on ways to ensure that what was already there continued to be the best available. It would not be many cycles before Platten had competition in those fields. Already Petik had confirmed for her that some of the beings that had been aboard his starship were ones that would benefit from some of Platten's secrets being divulged. She wondered how many of the people that had risen to the management levels of Platten had access to those secrets. More importantly how many of them were getting ready to make money from selling them out!

Her next port of call, at Petik's suggestion, was Austin Sprittle, PCC's security manager.

"Miss Gibson," he had said in delight at seeing the pretty curly haired woman in her office. "I trust there are no Karnurays in your office?" The big Kiwi was as handsome and comedic as his fellow countrymen that loved her dearly.

"No, Austin, but George is on standby," she had replied in the same jocular vein.

"So what can I do to help, Miss Gibson?" he asked seriously as he sat back in his chair and watched the tall beauty take a seat and regard him with her wide brown eyes.

"How much do you know about corporate espionage, Austin?" she asked quietly.

The man opposite her bowed his head for a moment. Suddenly his hands became sweaty and he noted, in some amusement, that his groin had tightened and his balls, it seemed, were trying to retract into his stomach. His head lifted and he locked his steely grey eyes to the big brown ones watching him intently. "You are worried that Platten's secrets are on the verge of being sold?" he asked, though it seemed to Fiona it was more a statement of fact. She did not answer him but kept her gaze firmly upon him and waited for him to continue.

Deep in her chest something was beginning to stir. Something that if it was not sated was going to come forth and stamp its foot in furious anger. For a brief moment Fiona's mind was clouded with a vision of blue and gold talons, huge and sharp, dripping with blood. The vision, for unknown reasons, made her cunt throb.

At first the big Kiwi was reticent to criticise Jemma, whom it seemed, he loved like a daughter. "It's not her fault, Fiona. When Elspeth died on that damned ship, Jemma was lost. Her best friend, not just her sister, was gone. Elspeth was the one that breathed fire and kept the maggots in line!" The man tried to apologise for his maggots' reference but Fiona would have nothing of it. "It is the only way I can describe them, Fiona. They feast on the beaten and cowed. They run Platten as if it is their personal kingdom! Not just here where it is just laziness and sneaking more credits than they are entitled to on their expense accounts but on Thuel!" The man shuddered in disgust at the mention of the name.

"Tell me, Austin!" she demanded. The heat between her legs was becoming as hot as the one beneath her ribs.

"They are a plague!" he fumed. "Using their old positions in the hierarchy of their outdated society to make those kids perform for them. We tried to squash it. Even took out some of the most slovenly and decadent of them but too many of them hide in the corners. They are too powerful for just a few of us to go up against them. They control the military, the police, the judiciary as well as trying to take over Platten! The call themselves the Privileged and so far we have not been able to learn who they are or where they live. Anyone we question denies knowledge of them. We know they are there, Fiona! They corrupt and sour everything! They use Platten as a lever against anyone that tries to stand against them!"

Fiona urged him to tell him everything he knew and what else they had done on Thuel. It was not a pretty picture. The old society of the planet had a complicated level of structure containing some seven levels of status. Those at the top expected, demanded and received respect and complete obedience from those that were considered lower on the totem. This obedience took the form of monetary and other rewards for services. It seemed the service was mainly supplying their position in the hierarchy to various activities that took place on the planet.

She began to suspect how the feeling of control over even highly ranked managers was being enacted. Obviously others, perhaps outside Platten, controlled those managers and had threatened them with punishment should they leak information about the group's activities. She listened patiently to Austin even though her body felt like an oven inside her modest clothing. She silently thanked Sara for her special underwear that hid the almost painful hardness of her large cock as it throbbed in the tight confines between her generous breasts.

Fiona suspected that some of those rewards were of a physical nature. Austin nodded when she pressed him on this issue. "Most of the kids that work for Platten and other places where the Privileged are in control are nothing more than sex slaves. They lose their families, their identities and their self-respect. Thuel has one of the highest rates of suicide in the known planets. Most of them are young adults that have been classified as level four or lower on the Privilege's rating scales. The rating for aliens, in other words, non-Thuel beings, are at seven or simply unclassified. The lowest of the ranks and subject to the whims of anyone who wants to use them."

"How is that happening?" Fiona wailed.

"When Elspeth was alive she carried weapons on her and she did not hesitate to use them. I believe she took out some mucky-muck leader of the Privileged and threatened the rest of them with extermination. I believe she called them vadrunes, dung eaters, and told them that she would bring in a whole army of exterminators if they did not treat her and her staff with respect." The big man laughed at the memory but quickly sobered when he observed the furious visage of his new boss.

"It was why I was hired and Platten has one of the largest private armies in the galaxy. Elspeth ruled with an iron fist on Thuel. It is why it became the mainstay of the headquarters of Platten. She was ruthless in ensuring that none of the known members of the Privileged were ever employed. Not only was she prepared to take them out on sight she had the backing of thousands of troops.

"When she died and no-one came from Prime or Thallix II to hold the reins they emerged from their hiding places. The government kicked out the guards. I suspect that the Privileged went into politics when they were thwarted in taking over the technology that the whole galaxy relied on. I tried, Fiona," the man's jaw was set into a fierce clamping that made his facial muscles twitch. "The last spies I sent in there to snoop around and try to identify the leaders were sent back to me in little pieces. I have never found their eyes, ears or tongues. The message was pretty clear."

"Stay out of our business!" Fiona scowled almost as fiercely as the security chief.

She sighed when the big Kiwi nodded.

"So it is not the secrets of Platten that they are trying to exploit?" Fiona asked.

"No. They are using the organisation to take over worlds. They have tried here but we have, ah," he paused as he looked harder at his boss, "taken steps to ensure that they do not get a foothold. We know of only two of the Privileged that are present on this world and we monitor everything they do and every being they come in contact with. We do the same on Verdale and Prime. However, something on Prime has come to our attention recently that we are investigating but keep coming up against a wall of silence. I am tempted to just go in there and take the lot of them out but it will take few more than just a couple of bad gut feelings to placate the Prime authorities.

"Fiona I would be remiss if I let you go to Thuel without as many guards as I can muster," he advised her as she paced around his office like a caged animal. He grunted in surprise as the pretty woman appeared to be glowing a soft blue that surrounded her and formed a shape he thought he would never see again. A Dragon stood in his office and for a moment his heart filled with hope.

The heat inside Fiona was intense. Something was trying to get out and surround her and force her to focus. Suddenly she saw scenario after scenario that saw her in battles with blood, fire and broken bodies lying in the streets of some world that she could not recognise. Around her were troops clad in deep black, red, gold and dark blues. They had come from hidey holes all around her. Suddenly she knew where they would come from as her brain made connections with things that she had known and read. She turned to the man at his desk as she stopped pacing. His eyes were alight with flame as he looked back at her. Sensing that somehow he was seeing something in her that was arousing his hopes.

"You will send troops, Austin. However, you will do it so quietly that not even the nosiest vadrune will know they are there until it is too late. I believe that Danny Rawlins likes to fish. I am sure that many of his mates have the same interest. Thuel also has good hunting from what I read and an extensive line of good shopping. I also happen to know that for a well populated planet they have a tendency to congregate in the large cities leaving lots of land vacant. I think I also read that they have even had whole cities lying empty out in the forests as everyone moves into the overcrowded cities despite the enticements of their government." Fiona was glowing in excitement as she spoke.

Caught up in her enthusiasm Austin added a few more places that he could easily hide hundreds of troops. "There is even an abandoned base that can hold almost five thousand residents on one of the outer moons. I believe Platten built it for some hardware and software trials before they settled on the domestic automated shelters that are now the flavour when pioneers wander off to new planets."

Fiona nodded and grinned evilly. "I think the exterminators will be ready by the time I get there," she said softly.

Austin watched her leave his office. The blue glow that surrounded her intensified and almost became the solid shape of the dragon. The smug look on the woman's face was reflected in the grinning maw and bright brown eyes of the definite dragon visage that surrounded her pretty face. Abruptly the image winked out leaving Austin wondering if it had really been there at all.