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Sofia pressed the button to lock the doors to her office and sat back in her chair, just taking a moment to savor the peace locked doors gave her. She felt some of the tension go out of her shoulders and her ears settle into a more relaxed, upright position. While station security necessarily offered services 24 hours a day, the main office closed, albeit later than most of alpha shift. The station stuck to Earth rhythms, and so it was Saturday at 0300 and she'd gotten the doors locked before anyone else came to bother her. Lieutenant Roscoe had the overnight, and she was a solid dog who'd keep things under control.

Sofia, to most Station Security Chief Lieutenant Commander Sofia Romagna, and Roma to her closest friends, now had a solid twelve hours until anyone would even expect her to check her messages. She didn't go back on shift for a solid 36 hours. It was the way of security services to keep longer hours than most folks in the Federation, and Sofia was keeping up the tradition. Lykaon Station's position on the Federation Border, with all the attendant travel, trade, and customs enforcement work, ensured she stayed plenty busy.

Still, it was her time now. The wolf bitch cut the lights and walked through the space, dimly lit only by the reserve lighting that never quite shut off. She paused in the back hallway, one branch leading towards the staff entrance which allowed a discreet entry and exit from side hallways, leaving the main entrance for 'customers'. The other branch led back into the office, the evidence vault, weapons locker, and holding cells. Lykaon station didn't go for long-term lockups, but it had cells to serve as a short-term local jail or just a simple drunk tank. In either case, she had no guests in tonight. She glanced longingly at the door, but turned instead to do final rounds of the space. As she checked the locks, verifying seals matched the security logs and giving them a simple tug to ensure they were at least as latched as they appeared, she paused at the evidence locker.

It had been a hard week, and she knew there'd been a bottle of Romulan Ale sitting in there for half a year now, caught up in a set of relatively minor smuggling charges. It had been part of the supplies confiscated and now was probably going to sit there forever, as the charges had been dismissed, but all of the goods seized. Most had returned to their home planets, and the rest had been donated. The bottle had simply sat in lockup, forgotten.

She shrugged, unlocked the case, and pulled it out. Hell, no one was going to miss it. She'd mark it destroyed and move on. It had been a hell of a week and a hell of a shift and she might as well enjoy something. She fished a small carrying bag out of a drawer and slipped the bottle into it -- no point being obvious about it. In fact, with that in mind, she stopped and tapped a claw against her teeth, her tail twitching as she pondered, a habit she'd never quite broken, even if it gave things away. It wouldn't do to go back to her quarters and drink. Hell, the only place she'd seen except the security office in the last week had been her quarters, and she didn't really need to bring what was, technically, still contraband back to her quarters. Now...Serap's owner was off station for another two weeks, and the old dog had always liked her. He wouldn't mind if she popped into the place for a quiet drink. She'd leave him a few extra credits and let him know she'd used the place as a sanctuary while he was away. He'd appreciate it.

She tucked the bottle bag under her arm and finished locking up the office, then made her way into the halls. It was only a level down and a section over, far enough away from the office to feel away, to see different people in the halls during the day, but not so far it took a long time to get back. An easy ten minute walk if you weren't trying hard. The walk was good for her anyway -- the halls were empty and the station's energy level had dropped down to that quiet maintenance level where it felt like everyone else was asleep and the station itself was resting, and she had always found that helped her relax. A chance to stretch the legs after a long shift with a slow finish, good as that was, didn't hurt either.

She ducked into the staff entrance of Serap, keying in the code Sefa, the owner, had given her, and then her own personal override when the station complained that the space was listed as temporarily inactive -- occasionally, station systems were too good at their jobs. On the other paw, the perk of being chief of security was that there wasn't anywhere Sofia couldn't go if she didn't mind throwing her access codes around. Now, for a bit of peace and fresh walls to stare at, she had no problem doing that.

Inside, Serap was quiet. Soft light came in from the hallways through frosted windows, enough to see by. Each table had its own lamp, the lights inside shaded in colored glass, and Sofia turned on the lamp as she picked one where she could stare tiredly at the windows to the corridor and lounge heavily against the soft wall of her booth. One of the things she'd liked about the place was how comfortable it was without being overwhelmingly plush, and how comfortably colorful it was with all the colored glass. It didn't quite feel like it belonged to another time, but it certainly called back to it.

She slipped the bottle from its bag and set it on her table, then made her way over to the bar to fetch a glass. She might be drinking alone but only those with a death wish drank Romulan ale straight from the bottle. She picked a narrow one that tapered towards the base and stood a little more than a handsbreadth high -- maybe the size of a double shot. More than enough to get someone into trouble with Romulan Ale without being entirely excessive. She thought perhaps she wouldn't fill it all the way up, either, no reason to toss back a few and end up staggering sloppily drunk back to her quarters. That'd set a bad example, and she'd never live it down.

Sofia settled back into her nook with glass and bottle, cracked the seal with a firm twist, and poured herself out a measure. Half a glass just looked so small, so she splashed some more in until it looked better. Wasn't full though, and that was what counted, right? She picked up the glass of blue ale and leaned back, tipping it to her muzzle. It burned like fire across her tongue, but behind the fire were the subtler flavors that grain and aging and whatever the hell khell really was brought to it. It wasn't smooth, but it was good enough, and the thrill of taboo made her shudder a little as it burned into her belly. The infamous instant sense of inebriation that followed her first sip made her grin, nothing quite like not even having to work for a buzz.

Sofia took another sip and set the glass down, content to savor it for now. The bitch found herself getting hot, and she unzipped her uniform top, letting it hang open around her undershirt, a state she'd never be caught in on-duty except in direst circumstances. Still, letting herself go a bit was the point, and she grinned as she leaned back, savoring the casualness outside of her own quarters.

"Commander?"

Sofia's ears flicked towards the voice, and she opened a lazy eye -- The ale had already gotten her too drunk to care that she'd been 'caught.' "Yeah? What is it? I'm off duty."

Emboldened by not having his head bitten off, the owner of the voice came farther into the restaurant. It was Lieutenant DiBardi, a mutt wolfdog who sometimes told stories about growing up in the family town in Northern Italy. He'd transferred to the station a few months back, and was mostly assigned to one of the satellite security stations. Sofia reflected that this probably was in his usual jurisdiction. His general affable demeanor and mixed pointed and flopped ears had given him a reputation for defusing situations.

"Ah, Commander, we'd noticed you'd overridden a lock on a place with a vacation hold. I was just going off shift and volunteered to poke my head in, especially since it was Sefa's place." He grinned, and that flop ear made it impossible for her to be irritated at him for interrupting her. Damned charming bastard.

She waved a paw dismissively. "No, no, nothing wrong. Just needed a place to get away for a bit and Sefa had made the offer..." She straightened her jacket, trying to hide the cleavage fluff it tended to show off when it was open.

The wolfdog nodded. "Sure, sure." His eyes lingered on the extremely distinctive bottle of Romulan ale on the table, then flicked over her exposed chest fluff. He tapped his communicator. "DiBardi to Office 3, just checked in, the boss is just checking in on a friend's place while he's away."

"Acknowledged" his communicator barked. "Thanks, Renario."

He eyed her again for a moment. "I'm gonna pack it in then. Good night, Base."

"Acknowledged."

Sofia eyed the dog. "Nice of you to leave it at that."

He grinned again. "Seemed like all that needed to be said."

Sofia lifted her glass in toast and took a sip. "To your discretion, Renario. A fine asset in an officer."

He chuckled. "Got any of that to share?"

Sofia grinned. "Sure. Take a seat." She waved a paw at the seat across from her and then set the glass in front of it. "Hope you don't mind sharing a glass."

He shrugged and took a seat. "Quite an honor to share a superior's cup in some cultures." He took a sip, tipping it back carefully and letting some of the liquid spill into his muzzle. She could see a hint of flush come into his ears. "Hooo boy. That's not exactly smooth, is it?"

Sofia chuckled. "No it really isn't. But the flavor's not bad. And it turns on the drunk like whoa."

The dog laughed. "Yeah it does. Goodness." His tail thumped lightly behind him. "Can't say I mind that."

Sofia leaned forward. She might have been letting her jacket hang open again. Renario was a good-looking dog, now that she considered it. Definitely the ale talking, but... "Mmm, you like getting drunk with your department head?" She tipped an eyebrow up, almost managing to hide a growing grin with the expression.

Renario tipped his head to one side, considering, then took another sip of the drink before sliding it across the table at her. "Seems pretty nice so far. Never tried it, but hey, first time for everything, right?"

She eyed the glass, then tossed back the rest. She refilled it, all the way this time, and slid it back across the table. "Sure. So, Renario--"

"Nerio, please. We're drinking, and it can be a mouthful."

Sofia coughed quietly as a thought sprang into her mind unbidden. She bet he could be a mouthful...and she wouldn't mind finding out. She eyed him for a moment as he took his drink, matching her longer swallow. "So, Nerio, how are you finding your time on our little station here?"

"Not that little, is it?"

"Well. I've seen bigger."

He raised an eyebrow. "Mhmmm. I'm sure you have."

"We still talking about stations here?"

"Good question, Commander."

"No, no that won't do. Call me Sofia." She paused. "No, call me Roma. I have a good feeling about you."

"Roma, mmm? Ok. Well then, Roma, I've been enjoying the assignment so far. Just enough stuff happens to keep it interesting, but it's not a disaster every week."

She grinned at him. "Ok, and what do you find interesting, Nerio?"

"Well y'know, the odd scuffle, some smuggling, unpicking the occasional harassment complaints." He lifted his glass and took another shot. "And the odd bit of contraband."

Sofia matched his shot. "To contraband disposal."

He grinned. "I like the way you think, Chief."

She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Roma."

"Much better." She eyed the empty glasses, then poured another shot. The bitch picked up her glass and swirled it lightly, watching the blue liquid slosh. "You have a partner, Nerio? Some folks manage it, but a lot of us don't."

Nerio hummed, thumping his tail on the seat in though. "Mmm, nope. A few dates here and there. Fun and all, but tough. Tough to date in your jurisdiction, right? Power dynamic is wrong."

Sofia nodded. "Too true." Her gaze lingered on her drink. "Well." The wolf bitch growled softly and tipped back the glass, draining it down her muzzle. She was buzzing hard now and feeling hot all over...especially between her thighs. She hadn't had anyone there in far too long -- work kept her entirely too busy. "Nerio." She slid the glass across to him. "I have an important question for you." Without waiting for a response, she reached up to her collar and pulled off her pips, dropping them in a small bowl that was sitting on the table. Her communicator badge followed her pips into the bowl. "A personal question, if you will."

He watched her closely, keeping his eyes on hers as he picked up the glass and tossed back the other half of the shot. They were making a noticeable dent on the bottle now. Surely he was feeling it too. At her follow-up remark, he glanced at her pips and communicator. "Personal question, mm? That why you're stripping?"

She snorted. "This is hardly stripping... Or it's a good start. But y'know, just so it's clear this isn't an order or anything." She gestured at the bowl.

Nerio grinned at her and pulled his own communicator and pips off, dropping in the bowl with hers. He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the table. "Ok, Sofia, I'm up for personal questions."

She licked her muzzle. He was almost close enough to kiss, and she could smell the ale on his breath. He otherwise smelled clean, like a well-groomed guy at the end of his shift. "Mmm... I really want you to fuck me right now. How does that sound?"

The dog licked his own muzzle as a grin spread across his muzzle. "It sounds like it'd be fraternization, except --" He gestured at the bowl of insignia. "Yes. I'd like that very much."

Sofia's grin was almost predatory...well she was a predator after all. She reached across the table and hooked a paw into the collar of his undershirt, pulling him coser and planting her muzzle on his. She pushed her tongue into his muzzle hungrily, seeking his out, dancing with it, and opening her muzzle, inviting it to return the favor, which he did readily enough. After a few hot, heavy moments, where she felt the fire kindling in her loins and joinign up with the fire the ale left in her belly. She felt like she might float out of her seat.

Eventually they broke this kiss, and Sofia met Nerio's gaze. He looked at hungry as she felt. "Goddamn, Nerio. That was a good start."

He grinned toothily. "Fuck yeah."

She slid out of her seat and stood, gesturing at him. "Now get out of those clothes. Fuck, I need to be naked and I want to feel all of you." She shucked her jacket and top just as easily, leaving her nearly topless. Her bra followed a moment behind, and she started on her boots.

Nerio grinned, watching the display and getting stuck for a moment, admiring her topless form. She raised an eyebrow at him and he scrambled to kick off his own boots and shuck himself out of his uniform top and undershirt, catching up to her in toplessness. As she stood, free of her boots and barefoot in the restaurant, he reached out a paw to hook a finger into the waist of her slacks. "Goddamn you're beautiful." He leaned in to nuzzle at her belly, slipping smoothly out of his chair and to his knees, looking up at her from below.

Sofia reached down to rub a paw through his headfur and over his flopped ear. "I bet you say that to all the girls and guys you get naked with."

He tipped his head, nuzzling lightly into her paw. "Well they're all beautiful..."

She snorted and pushed him away. "Too smooth. Now get those fucking pants off. I need your dick first." She growled and shucked her pants and panties in one, unceremonious motion, leaving herself standing naked in the restaurant. She watched Nerio denuding himself, and then, impatient, walked over to the bar, leaning forward against her. Her tail lifted up naturally, exposing her rump and the soft, triangular folds of her sex, puffy and, she could tell, slick already.

Sofia looked back over her shoulder. Nerio was standing naked, admiring her from a few steps away. She was not disappointed by what she saw: he was fit, but had a little softness under his fur. His sheath wobbled in front of him, full of promise with a point of pink canid cock peeking from the top. She shudder in anticipation and hiked her tail higher. "Now, Nerio, I want to be very clear. I want you to fuck me right now, and don't you fucking dare pull out." She growled to make her point. "Now, up!" She patted a paw on her rump.

Nerio seemed to take it in good form, and he chuckled, even as he moved forward smartly, slipping up behind her, pressing that sheath against her ass, warm and plump and clearly getting firmer against her. Sofia let slip a soft moan at the touch, the soft fur and teasing bulk of his sheath pressing against her spade. "Ahh fuck yeah. More."

He growled acknowledgement, and one paw found her hip while the other slipped behind her. She could feel him taking his sheath in hand and angling it down so the pointed tip of his cock settled into the folds of her spade. The bitch shuddered and growled, rolling her hips back towards him, letting him know he was on the right track. "Fuck yeah Nerio...fuckin' put it in me!"

The wolfdog obliged, and Sofia let out a much louder moan as he pushed his hips forward and drove all of that wolfdog cock into her, the length swelling almost as soon as it touched her bare flesh, leaving her feel full and then fuller in the most natural way of canids. She moaned out her approval, losing her words for the moment as she savored that first rush of being filled with cock.

After a moment, he started to move, drawing back, then thrusting in again, maintaining a slow rhythm, ending each thrust with a little extra bump that drove him in firmly up to the hilt each time and grinding against her. His cock was rapidly swelling inside her and she shuddered and clenched around him, her soft, slick inner walls squeezing around his length. "Ooohhh, yeah, that's a good dog," the words out of her before she had a chance to filter.

In apparent response, Nerio grabbed her hips firmly in both paws, digging in the blunt points of his claws and using that grip for leverage as he drew back and thrust in harder and faster, a series of sharp thrust that sparked a fresh fire inside her, a sudden spark that flared in the midst of the lust and alcohol burning in her system. He leaned over her as he thrust, growling brokenly in her ear. "Fuck, Roma, you feel so good. I'm not gonna last."

Sofia braced herself against the bar, shuddering under the nicely-muscled male atop her, loving the feel of a guy plowing her cunt, and especially loving the double thrill of taboo that getting railed in her friend's bar by a subordinate gave her. She reached her free paw up behind her to grab awkwardly at the back of his head, claws digging in at the base of one of his ears. She moaned under him and managed to get out, "Ohh fuck. Bite my scruff. Bite my scruff and tie me, Nerio. Fuck!"

Nerio obliged. He redoubled his grip on her hips, his clawtips digging into her flesh hard enough that it had gotten painful, but also felt very good, and he used that grip to thrust harder into her, cock roughly plowing her sex, hips thudding into her rump. She felt him snuffling at the nape of her neck, and then his teeth were gathering up and digging into her scruff, lighting a fresh fire in her to go with the others already raging. He gave her a few more hard thrusts, burgeoning knot starting to stretch her lips, and then he was in. The fat bulb of his knot pressed at her from inside, locking his cock deep inside her as he came.

Sofia shuddered under her subordinate as she felt hot jets of canid cum spilling into her sex, the bare heat of cock and seed making her clench down hard around him, almost making her cum. She snuck a paw between her thighs to finish the job, and her chest collapsed onto the bar top, her head tipped to one side, Nerio's teeth still gripping her scruff deliciously. Her fingers flickered briefly over her clit and then she was joining the mutt on her back in climax, shuddering and bucking and clenching inside as the pleasure crashed through her. Her other paw kept a grip on his ear, and while she ached from the odd position, she could do nothing but grip at Nerio as he twitched inside her.

Sofia lay there panting, rolling her hips from time to time and shuddering at the movement of Nerio's cock inside her, his knot firmly locking him in place and sending another delicious jolt of pleasure through her. She came back to herself slowly, becoming aware of satisfying aches and pains from the rough sex. She felt those teeth release her scruff, and then a paw running slowly up her back, ruffling through her fur and tracing the curves of her hips and ribs, all the way up to her shoulder.

"Fuck, Roma..." His voice didn't feel any steadier than she felt.

She growled contentedly from the bar top, awkwardly rubbing the ear she'd been gripping from behind, then letting his head go. She stretched her arms out on the bar top, arching her back and pushing her rump into his hips, the movement jostling his cock inside her. She grinned up at him. "Mmmmhmmmmmm. Gods, Nerio, I needed that very badly." She licked her muzzle. "Well done."

He ran his paws up along her back, ruffling her pelt over her rump and lower back. He rolled his hips with her movements, the motion teasing her back as his knot tugged at her sex from within. She could almost feel his heartbeat as a throb in his cock inside her. "Mmmmm."

She chuckled softly, crossing her arms in front of her and resting her head on it, glancing back at him out of the side of her vision. "Yeah? Lost for words?"

Nerio chuckled and gave her hip a fond pat. "Mmmhmm."

She growled playfully at him. "Good to hear I'm still a good fuck."

He laughed quietly. "Oh, very much so."

"Care to do it again?"

The wolfdog snorted a laugh. "I'll need a little break!"

She rolled her hips and squeezed around him. "Mmmhmm. But why don't you come back to my place? I've got a nice big senior officer's bed and no one to share it with."

"And here I was glad to have a narrow rack and a room all to myself." He stretched out atop her again, paws trailing up her back and sides until he was leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Sounds lovely. Don't think anyone will notice if I replicate some new clothes in the morning, mm?"

She snorted. "I think you can get away with that. Afraid of looking like you spent the night out?"

He rolled his hips. "Just want to leave a good impression."

"Well you've made a good one here." She squeezed around him and felt his cock jump in response. "Mmm, gods you're gonna make a mess when you pull out."

"Yeah... I can help clean up...does he have any bar rags?"

Sofia grinned. "Yeah...but we'll worry about it later." She huffed. "I do like a nice mess anyway. Nothing quite like feeling a guy running down my thighs."

Nerio nipped her scruff lightly. "You say the nicest things." He rolled his hips again, and Sofia felt a little give in the tie. "Soon...but maybe best not to force the matter."

She grunted softly. "No, definitely not."

Sofia couldn't quite stop herself from teasing the wolfdog, so it took almost half an hour for his knot to subside enough for him to slip out. As promised, there was a small flood of cum that followed it out. Most ran down her thigh fur, but some fell wetly and quite lewdly to the floor. She shuddered a the feeling stood up, turning around to lean on the bar. Nerio stood in front of her, his cock slipping back into his sheath, a long strand of cum stretching to the floor.

"Goddamn you look good like that," she said.

He put a paw on his hip and struck a pose. "You look pretty fuckin' good there yourself.... I have to say, 'dripping with my cum' is not a look I'd considered before but damn."

Sofia waved a paw for him to come over, then ran her paws over his front, brushing up over his chest and cupping his cheek, pulling his muzzle to hers for a kiss. After, she said, "Mmmm. Well now you know." She slid one paw down, trailing over his belly and past his sheath to cup his balls. "So how 'bout you come back to my place and put another load in me?"

Nerio growled and pushed his hips forward in response. He ducked his muzzle to nip lightly at her throat. "I can't say no to an offer like that." He pulled back and licked over her lips. "But first we should probably get dressed and clean up..."

When he turned around, he showed off quite a fine ass under his short, warm-weather pelt. "Damn, Nerio. I shouldn't ever let you get back in uniform. It does you no favors."

He chuckled as he found a bar cloth and started wiping up the mess on the floor. He grinned up at her. "Y'know I don't think that's in the regs."

She grinned down at him. He looked good down there, too. She was half tempted to have him eat her out, but decided not to be greedy...anymore more than she already was. "Oh, there's a lot that's not in the regs. But maybe we can just hire a tailor. I hear Deep Space 9 had one, surely we can find a space."

"Maybe one with less of a history, though?"

She shrugged. "I dunno, that would keep us both entertained, wouldn't it?"

The cleanup finished, Nerio stood. "Oh, I'm not enough for you?"

She rubbed his cheek again. "Oh I'm a bitch of many and varied needs. But you are definitely satisfying some of them. You can satisfy more if you come back to my quarters."

He licked her lips again, then turned back to the booth and threw her uniform at her. "Well get dressed then."

She laughed and started pulling herself back into her uniform. She shuddered a little as her panties slid over the cum-slick fur on her thighs, and when they were on, she could feel more cum dripping into them. She clenched her sex involuntarily at the feeling. "Mfff, fuck." She grinned at him as she pulled her pants on. "Damn, Nerio you left a hell of a mess."

"Well...." He was busy tucking his cock into his own underwear and closing up his pants. "I mean you wanted a knot."

Sofia eyed her bra briefly, then just tucked it into the waist of her pants and started pulling on her shirt. No point in getting too dressed. "Oh I did."

When they'd gotten themselves more or less presentable, Sofia picked up her pips and communicator, pinning them back in place. "Ok, Lieutenant." She held out his to him.

He tossed the cum-smeared bar rag into a recycler and took them from her. "Yes, boss?"

She rolled her eyes. "Ugh. But yeah. Mmmm, care to join me in my quarters for uhh...a debriefing?"

Nerio barked out a short laugh, then picked up the glass and the bottle, now only a third full. "Yes, ma'am."

Sofa snorted. "Well at least you're good at following orders."

"Is this an order now, ma'am?" He eyed her, grinning but with a more serious question in his eyes, a little tension showing in his ears.

"Mmmm." She shook her head. "This," she waved her paw vaguely to suggest the bar and the sex they'd just had, "Is never an order if we're in uniform."

His ears relaxed. "And out of it?"

"Well... we'll just have to talk through that, won't we?" She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Who knows, maybe we can trade off who gives the orders?"

The wolfdog grinned. "Well then." He waved a paw at the entrance. "Lead on, Commander."