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When Zarkon summoned Sniv to bring (Y/n) to the annual pet presentation he was surprisingly anxious about it; she would have to act completely emotionless and possibly perform a few simple tasks in front of the mad emperor himself if he asked her to. Sniv had faith in (Y/n) to succeed during the presentation, although during the two weeks beforehand he had to train her how to act and teach her what to say if she was spoken to. (Y/n) was the one who was scared to be seen by Zarkon himself and in front of the other commanders who also had pets; she knew that if he disapproved of her then she would be killed. She learned everything Sniv taught her fairly quickly even though his flirting made her feel flustered, something she often wondered if he was doing to make her blush or if he was secretly attracted to her. On the day of the presentation Sniv made a big breakfast for both him and (Y/n) to eat together so that neither of them would be too hungry later.

"Eat and drink as much as you like, it's going to be a while before you can eat again because pets aren't allowed to eat or drink at the presentation. I highly doubt Zarkon will take an interest in you, so you probably won't be forced to do any tasks or fornicate with him." Sniv told (Y/n) after he placed a plate of three Blourian waffles and a large cup of water in front of her on the table, promptly sitting across the table from her with his own serving of breakfast.

"You mean- Ew! He's so old!" (Y/n) responded with disgust at the realization of what sometimes went on at the pet presentations; she knew enough about the ancient galran emperor to know that he was well over ten thousand years old.

"Apparently he's still quite the stud in the bedroom, although I don't speak from experience; I've only heard about it from those who've had the pleasure of being invited to his private quarters." Sniv spoke suggestively, remembering what he heard about from those who got the chance to be dominated by Zarkon; it was rare for Zarkon to sleep with someone but it apparently happened during very rare occasions.

"Nope! I don't want to hear about it!" (Y/n) yelped in embarrassment before she started cutting her waffles and ate a piece, enjoying their flavor mixed with her favorite topping; they weren't exactly like waffles on Earth but they were still delicious.

Sniv chuckled as he ate after (Y/n's) reaction, thinking it was cute when she got flustered over the smallest of things. However, he was a little worried that Zarkon would want her to do something sexual; he didn't feel comfortable with (Y/n) doing such a thing with someone else, especially when that someone else was far older than most of everyone in the entire universe. Sniv definitely wouldn't mind doing certain things with (Y/n) since at some point he began to see how attractive she was but he didn't want to force her to have sex with him, little did he know that she had a slight crush on him. After they finished eating breakfast Sniv put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and let (Y/n) do her morning routine first; he got ready for the day after she was finished in the bathroom and made sure they both looked their best.

"Do you remember everything I taught you?" Sniv asked (Y/n) while he put her collar around her neck, making sure it wasn't too tight before he clipped the leash on.

"Yeah, I- I mean, yes Sir." (Y/n) began to say before she cut herself off, standing straight and answering him with a formal tone; she had to remember that she couldn't show any emotion while out in public.

"Good girl. And do you remember what to say when Zarkon praises you?" Sniv spoke proudly, asking her if she remembered how to address the ancient emperor.

"Thank you, Emperor Zarkon." (Y/n) said formally while she kept a straight expression on her face; not only did she not want to die but she also didn't want her master to get punished.

The young galran commander beamed down at his pet after he stood up, promptly putting his boots on before his front door slid open and he led her out into the hallway. He could easily smell just how nervous (Y/n) was about the pet presentation based on the pheromones she was letting off, so he reassured her that she was going to be okay while they walked through the long corridors. Every commander in the galra empire who owned one or more pets would be at central command that day and it was a little nerve-wracking for everyone. (Y/n) saw many different kinds of smaller aliens next to each commander after Sniv led her into the throne room, glancing up from the floor every so often to look at each one; she wasn't surprised to see the other humans she had been brought with, although they didn't look as though they were being treated as well as Sniv treated her. Sniv led her to the front row of commanders who lived in the main hub, making sure (Y/n) looked good enough for the presentation; they were a few ticks late and he hoped Zarkon wouldn't be angry at him.

"It's about time you got here, Commander Sniv. Since you're late I'm assuming that you wish to go first." Zarkon spoke sharply when he looked directly at Sniv, wanting the younger commander to present his pet to him first.

"Vrepit Sa, Emperor Zarkon. This is my Human pet, (Y/n). She's approximately (Y/a) years old according to Earthen time measurement." Sniv saluted Zarkon before he led (Y/n) up to the throne, gesturing down to her as he spoke professionally.

"You've been taking excellent care of her. Have you trained her yet?" Zarkon commented while he gazed at the young human woman who was looking down at the floor, wondering if she had been trained in any way.

"Yes, I prefer my pet to be in as good condition as possible. She's well mannered after I trained her and she's officially sleeping in my bed at night. However, I've decided to keep her as a companion rather than a sex slave given that it's what she's best at." Sniv reported to his emperor about (Y/n), informing the much older male about what he was using her for.

"I see. And what about you, pet? Do you have anything to say?" Zarkon said with a slightly gentler tone than before, turning his attention to (Y/n) and asking her if she had anything to say during the presentation.

"Commander Sniv is the best possible match for a master I could ever have, Emperor Zarkon." (Y/n) spoke with a stoic tone when she looked up at Zarkon, knowing not to make direct eye contact with him.

Zarkon hummed in approval; Sniv was obviously taking care of his pet and had her well trained considering that he had her for less than a decaphoeb. (Y/n) immediately looked down at the floor again as was expected from every pet owned by a high ranking galran commander and a few of the higher ranking lieutenants, allowing herself to be led back to where she and Sniv had previously been standing. The young woman couldn't help but glance at each pet who was presented to Zarkon; some had skin while others were covered in scales, fur or even feathers. A few of the other aliens looked as though they were being taken care of and others looked as though they had been nearly beaten to death or even raped by their masters who looked very scary; she was alarmed to hear that some of the others were being forced to breed if they were genetically compatible with each other. Sniv sensed (Y/n's) discomfort and he would have comforted her if he was able to, but unfortunately he couldn't because Zarkon would make him kill her if he did.

(Y/n) stood as still as possible during the event despite her legs feeling as though they were burning at some point; she was in good shape for the most part because she got enough exercise but she was only capable of standing for so long. She blushed and focused on the floor when Zarkon had some of the other pets perform certain tasks to show off their skill as proof they were able to accordingly satisfy their masters, something the young woman was thankful she didn't have to do. Some of the other aliens glanced at (Y/n) out of curiosity; some of them were jealous of her good situation, mainly the other humans, while others were only curious about her. The pet presentation went on for at least three or so hours, depending on if Zarkon wanted any of the commanders to have their pets show off any kind of taught skills or not. Sniv was proud of (Y/n) for standing quietly and decided to reward her with a massage later; he was all about self care and learned how to give massages at some point, so it would be the perfect reward for her.

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After the pet presentation was done Zarkon gave all of his high ranking officers the rest of the day off since he had more important things on his mind. Sniv took (Y/n) back to his habsuite, picking her up and carrying her bridal style once he was absolutely sure no one was following him. (Y/n) was a little surprised when she was swept off of her feet; not having to stand anymore felt good but the way he was carrying her made her feel flustered. The young woman was thankful Zarkon didn't have her do any of the things he had some of the others do, particularly the sexual things because it would have literally torn her in half. Once Sniv returned to his habsuite he locked his front door, laid (Y/n) on his couch and removed her collar before he sat down and put it and the leash on the coffee table.

"You did a good job at the pet presentation today. I'll go get us something to eat and then I'm going to give you a massage; you deserve it." Sniv praised (Y/n) while he helped her rest her legs on a delightfully fluffy pillow, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible.

"Thank you, but I'm glad it's over. My legs, feet and lower back were beginning to feel like they were burning." (Y/n) replied in a somewhat pained tone as a light blush appeared on her face, sighing after her legs were resting on one of her favorite pillows.

"I know, I could tell. I'll be back soon, gorgeous." Sniv responded with a sexy purr before he walked to his kitchen so he could make dinner; he decided to make something simple so that he could hand feed her.

(Y/n) watched Sniv go to the kitchen, unable to move around too much because of how sore she was due to how long she had to stand earlier that day. She laid back against another pillow after a moment and closed her eyes, smiling when she smelled the delicious scent of dinner cooking. Her thoughts turned to Sniv himself; (Y/n) thought he was really attractive and she often wondered what it would be like if he were to ever change his mind and ask her to be his lover. Sniv returned to the couch sooner than (Y/n) expected, the young woman opening her eyes when she felt him sit down and watched as he put a tray of food and two glasses of water on the coffee table. He genuinely looked forward to taking care of (Y/n) and helping her feel better, not to mention he could probably get her to feel flustered if he got his flirt on during her massage.

"Open up, gorgeous." Sniv spoke flirtatiously after he picked up a piece of meat with the fork and offered it to (Y/n), holding the piece of silverware at the right angle so that she could eat the Treengi lamb chunk off of it.

"You're feeding me too?" (Y/n) queried, feeling a little confused about how well he was treating her; it was sweet of him to take the time to help her recover but at the same time she couldn't help but wonder if it was his way of being low-key romantic.

"Of course, I can't have my adorable pet hurting herself further. After your massage I'll draw you a bath and put some of my special bath salt in; it helps achy muscles and it's safe for all skin types." Sniv answered while grinning, holding the fork perfectly still until she ate the piece of meat off of it.

(Y/n) smiled up at the galran man and happily ate the food he offered her, not minding its somewhat spicy flavor that danced along her taste buds. On Earth no one ever pampered her the way Sniv did and during that particular moment she was glad she didn't have to live her old boring life anymore, although she was incredibly lucky it was Sniv who chose her over all the other aliens who'd been at the auction. Sniv ate some of the meat he prepared and continued to feed (Y/n), occasionally giving her a piece of the Abaela fruit he recently bought at the space mall. After they finished dinner Sniv gave (Y/n) one of the best massages she'd ever had in her life, being mindful of his sharp nails so as not to accidentally cut her legs or feet while flirting with her a little more than usual. (Y/n) never imagined that a galran commander who undoubtedly did terrible things in order to earn his rank could have such a gentle touch and treat her as well as he did; it made her wonder what the lives of each galra would be like if the war didn't exist.