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Episode 7

Ex's and Operatives

"You don't get to make these kinds of calls on your own! That is below your paygrade, -that- is not what I bought your tail for!" The bunny snarled, making Sen flinch as Ms. Jane slammed down her glass, cracking the clear frame as her eyes glowed hot amid the dimly lit area, "I don't pay you to think, you're a weapon in my arsenal, that's it. Tch...of course, the moment you're back trouble starts, making my runner find religion!"

"Don't get your panties in a wad, I didn't coerce him and now you've got a better agent. Not all upgrades are hacking off meat for tech, not that you'd know." Moon puffed air with her arms folded beneath her chest, tail flicking in annoyance at the expected reaction from the bunny about recent events.

"Uh, look, if I could just say-" Sen started before once again jumping to attention in place as Jane shot him a violet-eyed glare.

"You may not!" The rabbit hissed, then exhaled and sat back into her black leather seat, one leg crossed over the other to cool herself, "Look, that was an expensive implant, your little eye replacement, and now you want it removed? There better be some damn good incentives for all I see is a downgrade and credits pissed away."

"Not that I think you'll listen, but yes, there are several benefits to Sen's change. You'll have a far more capable samurai on your paws, not just some half-metal drone." Moon glanced at the two-tails standing at her side, offering a grin before frowning back at Jane, who was tapping her claws along the rests of each arm of her chair.

"Right, whatever, say I believe you haven't hosed part of my investment in him up-" The rabbit shot a glare between the mouse and fox, "-what ridiculous rules is he bound by now?"

Sen blinked, not realizing Jane would know about any of that side of things before remembering that she had history with Moon.

"He's not to geek anyone without justifiable cause, like self-defense. No straight-up slaying just because you or he decide to, otherwise, he's still on your leash, alright? Chill out." Moon rolled her eyes at having to handle all of this, seeing Sen standing stiff as a fresh recruit at boot camp, getting dressed down by a superior officer.

"Oh good, might as well neuter him then, for fuck sake!" Jane growled at them both before rubbing a paw over her face slowly, only to sigh and shake her head, "Fine...but this is the final time you think for yourself, got it? Your ass is mine, fox, I paid for it and you can be replaced."

"Y-yeah, okay, I got it. Crystal clear, sir. Uh, ma'am." Sen corrected himself, feeling the dull memory of her claws across his muzzle the last time he'd pissed off the bunny. Clearing his throat as he got some spine again, "It wasn't Moon's fault, I want to be...well, a better asset. I've shed some baggage, I won't let you down Ms. Jane."

"See that you don't, Tanto. I don't care how many spirits you two befriend or fuck, but remember they're not paying your debts." Jane huffed, snapping a finger for a new drink even as she moved on to new business, "Now that I've wasted enough time, on to why you're even back here, Moon."

“We’ve got a little chum that’s been trying to dig up dirt on the Warren, bring things into the light, and I don’t appreciate that, as I’m sure you would guess.” Jane brought up a vid-display as she explained.

“Sorry, what? Warren?” Sen lifted his brows, frowning to see Jane once more annoyed with him before Moon squeaked up.

“Wait, you’ve had him working for you, and he doesn’t even know where or why?” The mouse scoffed, “You really have gotten so secretive, almost paranoid, it’s sad.”

“With good reason, not that I need to remind you.” Jane flicked her one ear with a look that wasn’t quite anger or disappointment, but it was gone before Sen could register it further, “regardless, I needed to see his mettle tested before knowing about it.”

As a new glass was brought over and placed into her paw, the rabbit snapped a finger on the other for the table to flicker once more, changing to a schematic, "Alright, pay attention fox.” Jane waved her paw about in a few directions, calling up the grid-laced view of the club they were currently inside, but several shafts extended below it toward a far larger structure.

“This place is a front, where I can do all the business I want and keep a low profile for the riff-raff, but the sweet spot?” Jane smirked with pride as her index finger pointed down, plunging the digital architecture downward swiftly. What came into view was an immense complex beneath them, a sprawling compound like a fortress deep in the ground.

“The Warren, an immense underground plex built as my seat of power, my hub to operate all I desire.” Jane saw the confused awe written on Sen’s face, offering a snort, “Any idiot with a lot of scrip or megacorp can show off their wealth with an over-compensating tower, but it also makes them a target just like the Inari job.”

Sen frowned to himself as that painful memory resurfaced, but nodded with a personal understanding of the reasoning.

“The Warren has become known for some of the cleanest, specialized runs, but just as feared for it because I don’t waste time measuring dicks.” Jane sipped from her gleaming glass, “The less anyone knows about me the better, I like keeping everyone on their backpaw, and that’s why you didn’t know until now.”

“I understand, need-to-know was stamped on nearly everything back at Inari,” Sen growled, knowing the needs and annoyances of being kept in the dark for military operations.

“I thought you might, and now you know. If you behave for a while after this little fuck up, I’ll let you actually go down the rabbit hole, so to speak.” Jane took another long sip of her specialized drink, “Back to my point, this cretin has been trying my patience in spreading information about the Warren, we need him found and shut up. I don’t care how, but make your spiritual asses useful and solve it.”

“My love, neither I nor Mantis can approve of the two of you going off on some wetwork mission like this,” Dog’s voice came to Sen’s mind sounding worried and frazzled.

“Jane, ma’am… uh, we just told you we can’t geek someone unless they mean us harm?” Sen chanced to speak out.

“You think threatening the very foundation you stand upon does not mean you harm?” Jane snarled out, then the rabbit’s right eye flared bright purple as a text message popped into Sen’s synaptic feed. ‘Fox, you are trying my patience, but I know your stupid spirits don’t mind circumventing their rules to keep their conscience clear, so… Oh, and we will speak privately about the… liberties you have taken, I assure you of that.’

“Marcus,” Jane hissed out a name Sen hadn’t heard before as she sipped her cocktail with a snarl on her muzzle, red lipstick clinging to the glass.

Sen swore he heard servo hydraulics humming as the chromed-up rabbit stepped forward and lifted his head, his own right eye shifting from green to purple. “Ma’am?” His deep heavy voice betrayed the small frame his body sported, sounding gruff like the Doc’s did.

“Once these two locate our little magician and neutralize his tricks, make an example of him.” Jane shot her eyes over to the rabbit who only looked maybe a head taller than Moon. “I want to hear about it when I watch the evening news, understand?”

Marcus’s eye shifted back to green, not even giving a nod as he simply paced around the table to stand next to the mouse as if just a member of the team there for a job.

“A sufficient clause in the contract for the two of you fairies?” Jane snarled out as she looked back to the fox and mouse, but it was clear who she was addressing as Sen heard Dog growling in his headspace.

Maybe it was all the chrome, but the temperature simply felt cold now, as if radiating off the small rabbit next to them. He had that same no-nonsense look in his eyes, staring right at Jane with a look like her word was the absolute law of the gods and he’d stand before an entire battalion in her name.

“The cold you feel is the lack of spiritual energy,” Dog explained in his mind.

“Like that big guy Moon had to dirtnap during the run?” He thought back.

“Correct. There are advantages to being so out of tune though. It means mind-affecting tricks won’t work very well, but it also means that beings like him couldn’t be healed by me. It’s similar to your pal Wheels, they are very much alive in the meat, but may as well be-”

“Tanto!” Jane snapped out as Sen shot his ears to peaks and the focus returned to his eyes.

“Ma’am!” He barked out, almost throwing his arm up in a salute like he’d do at Inari.

Jane twitched an eye but played a smirk at the corner of her muzzle as she saw his arm jerk as if ready to salute her like an officer. “As I was saying before you started daydreaming… Get this drek sorted and I’ll have the Doc waiting to rip that tech out of your meat, but if you end up fragging up one of my missions over being half blind while you regrow your damned eye, I’ll carve the other one out myself, are we clear?”

Dog barked out in offense, “How dare she speak to you in-”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am, I understand, Ms. Jane!” He barked out respectfully as he straightened up, hearing Dog growling her disapproval with him in his head. He had a feeling Moon had a similar situation happening to her right now, though knowing Mantis, it was probably with much more swearing and threatening since Moon said she had a temper.

A few data-slates flickered to life on the gleaming table between them, displaying profiles of several high-ranking marks against Jane's plans, one instantly earning a squeak from the mouse.

"Ah ha, thought you’d be interested...” Jane gestured with a knowing grin at the left closest slate, which responded to her by enlarging and highlighting a list of recent incursions, “This journalist has been getting cocky, trying to dig up dirt on any corp worth a damn, and my Warren has recently enticed his filthy nose.

“I trust you understand why I went to so much trouble to recall you, and tolerate all this spiritual nonsense now?” Jane fixed the mouse with a knowing stare, nodding slightly towards the returning data-slate of the intended mark, “See if those nasty rumors are true, and we can all come out on top of this.”

Sen looked at Moon who stared hard at the trid-capture of their target, not having seen the mouse clench her fists and carry such a serious glare before.

“Yeah, we’ll handle this filth, of that you can be sure.” Moon huffed, then turned to go without another word or dismissal, making Sen blink toward Jane with a torn expression, but the bunny only made a ‘shooing’ motion with a paw before sipping her drink.

“Hey, wait up!” The twin-tails called out with a quick boot stride to get alongside the mouse who was storming off, “are you okay, do you know that guy?”

“I know of him, yeah. He’s a bastard, a spellworm, and if the rumors are true…I’ll tear his fucking throat out.” Moon growled to herself as the pair made their way out of the light-strobed complex to begin preparing for the new assignment.

“A spellworm is a nasty way of saying a mage, to us…that could mean he’s forcibly using a spirit for power he can’t get through the proper means, enslaving them for selfish, harmful gain.” Dog said in a soft, almost agonized way to think of that fate for any spirit.

“Got it, just lead the way then, drek like that isn't worth a bullet, but we’ll end whatever it is.” Sen growled with a punch of natural paw into the false other, giving Moon a grin of reassurance that eased her boiling blood a little.

Marcus walked up behind them without a word, but after hearing the conversation his head tilted as he spoke between the two, “If you’ve suddenly got the stomach for this-”

“Might as well stick around, Jane didn’t pull you back, and we might be able to use your soulless tail.” Moon rolled her eyes.

“You shouldn’t be such a…” Sen trailed off, trying to not piss his new lover off more than she already was.

“A bitch?” Moon cocked a brow to finish what he started.

“Yeah, it’s just another lifestyle. Doesn’t make someone any lesser or better, just a different way of living.” Sen thrust a finger out as he started his own lecture up.

“Let’s just get moving if we’re going,” Marcus grumbled out, sounding like he’d rather stay at the club as he purposefully pushed between the mouse and kitsune, moving toward the waiting van.

—*—

Somewhere along the way to the Van, Marcus had exchanged his shotgun for an anti-material rifle. The monstrosity was taller than the rabbit was if you laid it down on its stock but right now it was across his lap as they rode to the mission site.

“You expecting something big to deal with over there, terminator-bun?” Moon asked with a lazy grin as she leaned back on the wall of the van.

The rabbit darted his eyes up from checking over the gun, pulled the lever to open the slide lock, and withdrew the massive pointed bullet from the chamber. “Have you ever seen a target hit with one of these?”

“Oh for sure, that’s my favorite fraggin’ show to watch each day, the shoot random people in the head with an anti-tank rifle one! What kind of question is that?” Moon grumbled as she folded her arms over her chest.

“We haven’t, why do you ask, Marcus?” Sen offered a calm foil to the mouse’s fussed-up mood.

The chromed-up rabbit locked the shell back in place with a loud shink of metal before meeting the fox’s eyes. “Goes through like a hot knife. Makes a clean hole like if you shot a sheet of paper with a nine-mill, no shattering, no explosive mess, just crumple to the ground and let it all leak out.”

“Eww… I’m glad I skipped lunch…” Moon grumbled at the detailed imagery.

“I guess if you didn’t want their head exploding that works…” Sen nodded before shrugging.

“Head? Jane wants him to know it’s happening, she wants him to-” Marcus grunted as he rubbed his muzzle in thought, then shrugged. “Anyway, I’m aiming lower. The point is it’s going to go through and destroy anything in its path, kidneys, lungs, whatever. There’s no last-minute patching up a two-foot hole straight through you, but you get to enjoy the last moments like she wants.”

“I don’t like this rabbit very much…” Dog’s voice sighed in Sen’s head.

“Look, robo-bun, if the guy has enslaved spirits, go for it, blow his dick off for all I care, but if not, how about you aim for his fraggin’ skull and we’ll call it a day, alright?” Moon grumbled as she pushed her paws into her lap.

“Is that really the only reason you’re going to haul that huge gun around?” Sen asked, not sounding convinced.

“Obviously I’d rather have it at the ready if we end up with some sort of drone on our tails, standard ammunition from a typical sniper rifle would just pink off the armor,” Marcus explained in an almost mechanical tone.

“We should sort out the details and choose a lead for the mission,” Sen leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Sort it between you two,” Marcus said coolly as he turned back to check the massive gun over.

“You’ve got officer training, but this is your first real dive into a mission where you’ll be part of the spiritual backup, you’re also still a puppy without a fully completed focus, try not to let it hurt your ego to follow my lead, got it? I’ll make it up to you in bed later,” Moon squeaked out with a playful grin, bumping her shoulder against the kitsune.

“What are we doing, Scythe?” Marcus asked point-blank as he looked up at the mouse, his right eye purple now.

“Well, Jane said she wanted it on the news, we’ll do it during the live broadcast this drek-face is doing about one of the local go-gangs that’s been nipping at his corp-bosses profits. Me and Sen will deal with any supernatural stuff, you can blow the worm away once we give you a clear. Even anti-material rounds won’t do shit against a magical light screen.”

“Understood. I’ll take up a rooftop position and await firing orders,” Marcus drolled out and returned to his work.

“I uh…don’t talk like that all the time, do I?” Sen leaned in closer to Moon and asked, casting a dry face and nudge of his head toward the chromed-up bunny.

“Just when you get into serious-mode, yeah.” The mouse smirked up at the fox, “Don’t worry though, you at least sound cute when you do it.” She reached up to pat a cheek with her paw reassuringly.

“Wiz.” Sen grinned then leaned in to give her jaw a quick scent mark before he straightened up and she saw the focus in his eye dial in as he nodded. “Okay, what do you mean by, ‘deal’ with any supernatural stuff?” His tone had instantly taken on a more precise inflection.

Moon offered a smile, seeing he wanted to see what she thought and give a last bit of affection before he went into soldier-fox mode. “It’s hard to say until we get there, but if this piece of drek has spirits under his control, we’ll need to deal with them before Marcus can take the shot.”

“What do you mean by deal with them? We don’t have to kill them do we?” Sen asked with concern in his voice.

“A mage that binds a spirit does so at their own peril. The spirit will do what it’s ordered to do, but no more. It’s kind of like trapping a demon to make it serve you. You can bet your tail it’s going to do the bare minimum and the gods have mercy on you if it ever gets free.” She explained simply.

“Wait a sec, so can we just break his control and they’ll turn on him?” Sen asked.

Moon shook her head before continuing, “It’s not that simple, the surest way to free them would be to just stop the fuckers heart, if you know what I mean. Once he’s done, the spirits will be free and go about their way to whatever they want to do.”

“Hmm… but I’ve seen what you can do with your-” Sen stopped as he was about to say ‘her spirits’ and then continued, “partners.”

Moon gave him a wide approving grin before explaining smugly, “You can’t get that kind of mileage from a confined spirit. They’ll do what you make them do, but it's like putting a hamster in a wheel. It won’t be able to do much else in that situation. You’re not working together, you’re using them as a weapon.”

“Our bond isn’t complete, so I can offer a little protective assistance to you, my love, however, any threats from the astral are best left to Moon.” Dog’s voice filled his mind, Moon nodded since the two of them were touching and she could hear the spirit as well.

“Dog is right. You should focus on keeping my meat body from getting geeked if I have to slip into the astral to fight something. Otherwise, Dog will assist you with dealing with any earthbound threats like summoned demons.”

“Demons…” Sen muttered aloud and shook his head. “Wait a sec, demons? Like with batwings and claws?”

“Eh? Probably more like gargoyles or hellhounds, but yeah, lesser demons. It’s entirely within the realm of possibility depending on this guy's level of power and what spirit or spirits he has bound,” Moon shrugged as she explained, then waved a paw. “I’ll know more when we get there, for now, follow my orders, listen to Dog, and treat the mission like you normally would, shoot things and stab things with that stupid arm of yours.”

“Cool… shooting hellhounds and punching gargoyles in their face. Yep, totally trained for that…” Sen nodded to himself, the words sounding as ridiculous to him as they probably were.

The van came to a halt a block down and around a corner for the trio to hop out, allowing their exterminator to vanish and find a suitable sniper perch. Sen was grateful it wasn’t raining for once, letting it be a night op that allowed a sizable crowd for the broadcast that had just started minutes ago.

It wasn’t often that many bodies huddled together unless it was a mob or to see the aftermath of a go-gang shoot in this area, but Sen was already profiling the living cover the group would be for them, seeing where it was best to stand and peer from.

The center of the group looked up at a weasel, doing no favors for stereotypes, who was already live with mic in paw, flashing a knowing grin about the faces gathered as he worked his charm. Ronny was a slender male who stood on a specialized platform that kept him a head above all but the tallest onlooker, with a myriad of small tech additions from signal boosting to a low-level repulsor field for those angry or pawsy fans.

“Yes that’s right you chromatic addicts, you heard it here first,” The weasel smirked with a sweep of a paw about the many faces, standing knowingly in his sharp suit and hat in the styles of reporter meets mobster, pin-stripes going down the sleek fabric, “it’s a literal bitch to crack, but I got the inside info to follow up as promised!”

Most of the onlookers were usuals to these on-sight broadcasts, with only a few random stragglers for the promised delivery of some information on what was the most elusive corp. The weasel was a thorn in the side of all major operations and players, always able to slip into the backdoor and snatch just enough secret or volatile data to cause havoc.

“The Warren!” Ronny exclaimed with a snap of his free paws fingers, “That’s right, the place people say don’t exist, no one leaves alive, or all that back-alley mess! Well, it does, and I’ve got my claws on the proof, ladies and worms!”

Ronny snapped a finger again, calling up a holo-vid of a rough, grainy schematic of what was an immense complex, “See this? Not easy to get folks, and some of you might be on a hit list just for seein’ it now, ha ha!”

Some of the mob shifted uncomfortably, pulling up hoods or visors to obscure faces and snouts at the mention. Whether the facility existed or not, everyone with a brainstem knew about the reputation of the bitch-bunny, Ms. Jane who took no prisoners if you crossed her path.

Sen and Moon crossed the street and padded along toward the gathering even as the weasel worked his crowd. There was a soft chime in their comms as Marcus signaled he’d found a suitable position and was ready for their call.

“I don’t like this…there’s a heavy feeling about that weasel, I think he knows we’re coming already…” Dog muttered to the twin-tails, seeming weary of their approach.

“Can you tell the same thing?” Sen asked the mouse at his side without glancing at her, seeming like a casual pair walking toward the broadcast, “Seems that would’ve been nice to know, we might be compromised before we started.”

“If this drek-face can dig up info on the Warren, I’d not be surprised if he knew we were coming, then again if he’s got his entrapped spirits casing the area, he could be having the whole area under surveillance for anything magical, and like it or not, you’re sticking out like a sore thumb right now since you can’t repress your new bond,” Moon grumbled the words pointedly as she continued her pace undaunted.

Her paw brushed to his meat one, her fingers interlocking with it as if they were a couple just holding hands, but then her thoughts filled his mind, then he realized, it wasn’t hers. The voice sounded different, having a slight hiss to it as she spoke, “There’s indeed a screen up over the target, don’t shift your eyes to look but we also have two gargoyles perched on buildings flanking the area, you should probably make your partner aware on comms though if you don’t want him ripped to shreds, chrome doesn’t mean shit to magical claws and teeth.”

“Sen, my love, you should make Marcus aware but remind him not to look at them, gargoyles can sense when a gaze settles upon them, he should maintain his visual contact with his target and not look around,” Dog’s voice responded, Moon offering a small nod as she looked straight ahead.

Sen quickly relayed the information to Marcus through the secure synopsis network, the spirits, and Moon unable to hear the chatter since it was done with their headwear, not over live mics.

“So what about that screen?” Sen thought to himself now that he had a psychic connection established with his new girlfriend and two spirits.

“Scythe and I will dive into the Astral to disable the spirit with it up, you keep her meat from collapsing in a heap, dream boat.”

“Dream boat? What kind of nickname is that?” Sen practically grumbled in his head, even hearing Dog chuckle at the other spirit’s banter.

Mantis’s voice filled their minds, “That heavy sensation you feel is the screen, as soon as you feel it fade, tell Marcus to take the shot, then throw me over your shoulder and run like hell, once he drops those gargoyles are going to be free and will tear apart anything they-”

“What about the crowd?” Dog responded.

“Ugh! You and your semantics again, shiba?” Mantis hissed out. “Fuck em, wrong place at the wrong time, it’s not like we summoned them.”

Dog retorted, “But we’re turning them lose, we can’t just-”

“I agree, we can’t just let these innocent dreks get ripped to shreds over our job,” Sen glared straight ahead as he added his own interjection, feeling a sense of warmth fill him from Dog approving of his mentality.

“Whatever, the road to the nine hells and all that drek. Scythe, let’s go!” Mantis hissed out.

“Wait- How do we deal with Gargoyles?” Sen asked.

“Shoot and punch them until they rip you apart since you can’t throw spells at them.” The spirit fired back smugly before Moon just went limp and slumped up against the twin-tails.

“Drek…” Sen muttered aloud as his meat arm grabbed the mouse, holding her close, his augmented arm twitching at the large handgun holstered in his jacket.

“I can’t manifest anything combat worthy but I can shield and draw their attention to us for a time, at least until Mantis and Scythe return, at which point Mantis and Weasle can pull out some tricks to neutralize them… hopefully.”

“Hopefully?” Sen snarled out loud again.

“Well, different spiritual creatures can have different traits, experiences, skills, etcetera… They aren’t summoned from a program or blueprint, they’re living creatures and the older ones are much more powerful than the young ones.”

Sen sighed but gave a nod as that reminded him of schooling as a pup, ever since his visit back home with Dog, more of it had come back to him. He shifted closer toward the corner wall of the building just ahead of the enthralled listeners, easing Moon down into a comfortable knees-to-chest position while standing over her.

“Fine, we’ll just take it as it comes, how my life seems to go anyway, heh.” The fox grinned to himself before giving the crowd another once over as he thought to Dog, “Just give me a warning before something smacks me in the face, yeah?”

“I’ll do my best, my love!”

Ronny hadn’t let up on spilling the details at his disposal, “If you think you know tech, you’re dead wrong, just like the stiffs who tried to take some from the Warren! They’ve got drek in there you can’t imagine, even Inari is behind on some of the advances in that place!”

Wide eyes stared at the flashing images as the weasel quickly scrolled through stolen pict-vids, blurry and redacted profiles on weapons and personnel alike. Some among the mob were of course rival agents, weighing the odds if Ronny had credible finds or just had another sensational show to keep the drek-heads entertained. Those with knowledge were realizing, this time was the real deal, somehow the weasel had gotten important fragments from one of the most secure places in the world.

“And…” Ronny sneered as he cast a glance over the onlookers, lifting a slender digit toward the twin-tails and slumped mouse, “...we have some fine folks that know just what I mean, don’t we?”

A lot of things happened all at once in that moment. The oppressive weight of the area seemed to lift, but just as soon as it did a loud shrieking cry echoed out, reverberating against the synthcrete of the buildings as two stoney creatures with massive spread wings seemed to just shift right into reality, each one easily twelve heads in height.

“Now or never!” Sen practically shouted in his commlink as a loud clap sounded out from the anti-material rifle going off. There was a burst of light as the massive shell ricocheted off a smaller screen the weasel was projecting in his off paw.

“I knew you were there all along!” He declared as a literal bolt of lightning shot from his finger he had outstretched towards Sen, Dog offering up an angry bark as another field of light seemed to make it cascade across the ground in an angry current of bolts.

“Frag it!” Sen barked out as he drew his large handgun and trained it on the mage, squeezing off several rounds even as the two gargoyles were blurring towards him, the mouse slowly starting to recover her senses as her teeth clenched.

“Oh, I could do this all day!” Ronny sneered out as the crowd scattered, bullets bouncing off the makeshift screen the weasel was producing on demand now.

One of the stone giants bore down on the twin-tail as he clenched his teeth, his good eye wide as he saw a massive stone palm with razor sharp hooks for claws tear at him before slamming into another barrier as he ducked to the side just in time for the torso of the hulking gargoyle to simply sever as the creature collapsed in two parts from a well placed invisible slash of wind.

“Nice save, weasel, now do something about that mother fucker!” Moon shouted aloud as she rose to her boots and dove back as another massive clawed fist smashed into the rockcrete of the street, uplifting debris and chunks in all directions.

“Can it ever be fraggin’ simple!?” Sen barked out as he fed a new set of bullets from his autoloader into his gun, opening fire on the mage again while sprinting to the side of the melee, more screens of light deflecting the rounds, the weasel looking smug.

“Oh, you took out my friend? I’ll just have to call four more!” He shouted out with a grin as he lifted his other paw up, then his eyes suddenly widened as he watched the aforementioned paw and most of the arm from the elbow down suddenly sever as the spirit weasel took it off.

“What the-” Ronny hissed out, the moment all it took as another loud clap of sound rang out, the weasel’s entire head pretty much just not existing on his shoulders anymore as the anti-material round tore it off in a clean gory cleave.

“Frag… Scythe, you okay?!” Sen turned back to see the mouse snorting as she held her namesake weapon over her shoulder, the other gargoyle toppled over with what looked like hundreds of slashes all over its stoney carapace.

“Heading to the EZ,” Marcus’s voice called out coolly to the secure channel as the fox and mouse gave a quick nod before rushing away from the area and back towards the alley they came from.

Moon leaned against the inside of the van’s wall with a fatigued groan, sweat dripping off her as she panted. Sen also was panting, he realized in the moments after, that wasn’t just Dog, she was pulling his energy to make those shields and it felt like he’d just finished a five-mile run with weighted gear on.

“What happened to a body shot and letting him revel in it?” Moon finally asked with a winded tone after a few minutes.

Marcus looked up from his rifle, one eye shifting to purple as he lifted his muzzle. “It could have compromised the mission, not to mention he may have had headwear someone else could have used to dig the information out of his dead brain. Would you have rather taken the chance on him levying a death spell on you?”

Moon looked surprised and Sen looked confused. “Color me surprised, terminator-bun. Didn’t think a guy like you would know drek about the arcane.”

Marcus shrugged and broke down the stock of his rifle before setting the pieces in his lap. “Knowledge is power and can be much more effective than a bullet. I’m sure our late friend thought the same.”

“I’m sorry, what is a death spell?” Sen barked out.

“A death spell, or curse, is something that a divinator of the arts can levy in their dying moments. What it does can largely depend on what kind of practitioner they are. Everything from taking you with them to hexing you for life so everything you eat tastes like dirt. There’s all kinds of them.” Moon explained calmly.

“So you did it to protect us, Marcus?” Sen asked with a grin.

“I did it to protect Jane and the Warren, you two being safe was a byproduct of that,” The bunny shrugged as he answered simply.

“My hero,” Moon drolled out with a smirk and then lifted her rounded ears. “Marcus, what’s your deal anyway? If you’re this competent, why are you just playing guard-bun and not out there making the credits?”

“That’s not my job, my job is following orders for Ms. Jane, credits be damned.” Marcus leaned back and closed his eyes, the words holding a finality to them that it was enough and she’d not be getting more information than that.

—*—

“I read the mission report from Marcus on your way back, good job both of you.” Jane seemed to be much more relaxed than before, rolling her cocktail about in her paw.

“So you’re not sore he didn’t get to suffer?” Sen asked dryly.

Jane showed a wicked little smirk before taking a sip of her synthol, then looked over to Marcus who was once again next to her in his stoic guardian position. “Marcus, why don’t you let them know what I had you do before the operation began.”

The brown rabbit, if you could call him brown from all the chrome in his fur, looked up at the other two and simply said, “I dropped a secure message on the studio feed telling them they needed to invest in a new anchor. He knew it was coming the moment we hit the rockcrete.”

“Wait a fragging minute! You sent us in fucking hot?!” Moon snarled out and slammed her paws to the table of the booth, rising up and glaring at the rabbit who smirked up at her.

“I did,” Jane said coolly with that same predatory smirk. “You wanted a chance to let your new boyfriend prove he wasn’t useless to me, I gave it.”

“Cunt!” Moon grumbled and flopped back down into her seat.

“You’re awfully quiet over there, Tanto, got an angry doggy snarling and barking in your head right now?” Jane looked over to her samurai with a smirk.

“Uh… no ma’am, erm, yes ma’am I do, but I understand your methodology of it.” Sen explained, then winced visibly, the rabbit showing an amused smirk, his new spiritual lover no doubt barking and chewing him out for his response.

“So it is, Scythe, I’ve wired you credits for your services, Tanto, you’re not getting drek,” Jane showed the kitsune a challenging look.

Sen frowned but nodded. “I assume that’s to cover the Doc’s fee?”

The rabbit gave him a wide approving grin. “This is why I like you, fox. That officer training means you’re not some short-sighted drek-for-brains. Yes, good dog. The cost to rip that out of your meat will be three times what you’d gotten paid, but since you were a smart doggy, I’ll not add the rest to your tab and we’ll call it even there.”

“T-thank you ma’am…” Sen barked out awkwardly, the proud smug look she gave him making his heart thump a little harder even as he heard Dog growling in his headspace since she was also sensing how he was reacting.

“You fucking tell me if we’re going in hot from now on, or don’t call me for another run, you got it, rabbit?” Scythe snarled as she drummed her painted claws on the table.

“Oh? Here and I thought the bonus would have made it worthwhile for you,” Jane cooed out as she laid her drink down and folded her paws on the table, offering another grin.

“Frag your bonus, and frag you if you pull that drek again!” The mouse snarled and shoved a pointed finger in the rabbit’s face, both the guards behind her clearly shifting paws to their weapons.

“Relax you two, she’s fine.” No sooner than the words came forth, the rabbit and stallion shifted back to their normal postures. Jane’s mismatched eyes met the mouse’s glaring ones, the two girls staring off for a long moment before she smirked and asked, “You think you can pay your bills without me?”

“Better to be a broke bitch than a dead one, I’ll have your word, for whatever that’s worth, or this is our last run together,” Scythe lifted her muzzle, still glaring. Sen frowned at the thought of that, but let the girls have their space.

“I respect your attitude, who needs augments when your spine is already reinforced stronger than any chrome could make it? That makes me hate you all the more as well…” Jane hissed out as she snatched her drink and leaned back with a slight bounce of her chest in her suit, taking a long sip of it before flourishing a paw. “So be it, I’ll warn you if you go in hot again, just don’t try to convert my Angel to your silly cult as well.”

Moon gave an annoyed snort but plopped back with her own chest giving a bounce in her fatigues, saying nothing but seemingly satisfied with the exchange.

An awkward silence hung in the air for the small group as the low thrum of thrash metal from below filled the air, Jane sipping her cocktail, Moon drinking on a drink of her own, Sen’s already polished off and still waiting on a refill.

“I’ll call you when I’ve got more work, now piss off, mouse,” Jane finally spoke out.

“Go fuck yourself, bitch,” Moon fired back as she pushed from the booth, gave Sen a parting nod of a glance, and stomped away.

“You two go watch the stairwell, I want to talk to Tanto and his little doggy alone,” Jane hummed out with a grin, the two guards saying nothing and just walking over to the stairwell that Moon had just stomped down.

Sen watched them go before frowning at her and tilting his head, “What’s going on, ma’am?”

Jane snorted and put her cocktail down before presenting her paw to him, open and showing off the small crimson claws that had dug into his jaw fur the other day. “Take my paw with your meat one, I have words for you both.”

“You can uh…” Sen hesitated as he reached his paw out, not having been allowed to touch her this whole time, their only interaction having been that jaw grab of hers.

“Are you seriously nervous about holding her hand? Gosh, just take it already, I didn’t realize you had such a thing for your boss, Sen!” Dog’s voice barked out, annoyance clear in it. Sen snorted and grasped the rabbit’s paw, it was surprisingly warm and soft, not like the vicious death grip she had the other day.

“You want to mouth off at me like your buddy just did, spirit?” Jane cocked her head, Sen hearing her thoughts thanks to the tether of Dog.

“I won’t be so crass as Moon was to you, but I do not appreciate you disrespecting the fox I’ve formed a bond with! He is my partner now, which means I’m also a member of your team, you should-”

“If you’re a member of my team, then follow my damn orders when he does. I’ll tell you like I tell the mouse. You don’t have to like me, I don’t give a frag if you hate my guts, but if you’re part of this operation, you do as I say.”

Sen could practically feel the exasperated mood fill his spirit girlfriend as she scoffed, “I don’t need anything you have to offer.”

Jane showed her teeth with a smirk. “No, you do not, but your little boyfriend does.”

“How do you even know we are a thing, anyway?!” Dog barked out in annoyance.

“Because you just confirmed it. It was an assumption prior.” The rabbit lifted her muzzle with a smug look.

“Uh…” Dog seemed to be at a loss for words at that.

“Anyway, ma’am, what do you need from us, or was this just a… point you wanted to make?” Sen asked her out loud.

Jane pulled her paw from his and collected her drink, taking a few sips to finish it off before setting it down once more. “Make it purple.” She pointed to her augmented eye as it shifted colors.

“Uhm… What do you mean, ma’am?” Sen asked with a frown.

“I’m telling you, if I’m paying to have that tech ripped out so your doggy can heal you, make, it, purple.” Jane tapped the side of her head where her glowing eye was before it slowly shifted back to green.

“Why?” Sen asked.

“Because it’s my favorite color, and I said so,” Jane smirked and folded her arms, leaning on the table slightly as he watched her large breasts shift to press against her suit, just a lone button freed but not enough to really show any cleavage.

Sen felt his cheeks grow hot as he averted his eyes, hearing a disapproving huff from Dog in his head before she spoke, “I don’t like her just ordering you to do that with your body!”

“Also, if your little spirit is grumbling about it, need I remind you, she’s the one that wants you to put off slapping that alpha-grade eye into your skull I had picked out. She’s the one that wants you to literally walk around half-blind for a few months… Don’t think my request is such a terrible one, but as I do own you, it’s a simple token I request, something to show your loyalty and perhaps…” Jade trailed off, picking up her empty glass and snorting at it before setting it back down.

“I don’t mind, ma’am.” Sen nodded to her with a small smile.

“Is that right?” The bunny leaned back, giving him a calculating look.

“I think your purple eye is wiz, I thought that from the start,” Sen confessed with a wag of his tails.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck here watching you awkwardly flirt with this… this… horrible rabbit!” Dog barked out in protest, Sen frowning a bit.

“Well, you know just what to say to a doe, now don’t you?” Jane cooed and drummed her claws on the table before meeting Sen’s eyes, her other purposefully made purple now. “Young, impressionable, I’m not the one to emulate, Sen, but I’m also the perfect one for you to emulate at the same time.”

“My apologies ma’am if I spoke out of turn just now!” He huffed out and frowned again as Dog gave an exasperated sigh but said nothing.

“Nothing to apologize for, my fox. There’s a time and a place for admiration, just remember that the Warren will always come first to me, Angel knows this, and Moon learned it the hard way,” Jane folded her paws in her lap while she sat there.

“Moon learned it? You mean…” Sen took that in, his ears perking a bit as Dog spoke with a sigh.

“Yes, Moon was drawn to her in similar ways you were. They were together for a few cycles but a series of events and decisions made them part. I won’t disrespect my friend and elaborate further.”

Jane smirked as if she knew he was getting told the details, leaning there with her paws clasped. Sen frowned and shook his head before looking straight at the rabbit, “Can I ask you a personal question… Jane?”

She twitched an eye at him not calling her ma’am but gave a nod. “Go ahead.”

“Do you actually care about Angel, or is he just a fun diversion for you?” Sen asked in a strong stern voice.

“Interesting… In this candid moment, you asked about him, eh?” Jane tilted her head as her eyes shifted back to green. “Love is a liability, Sen. To love someone is to let your guard down, it’s to open yourself up, and it to expose a weakness others can capitalize upon, do you understand this?”

“I do understand, yes ma’am. In Inari, we were allowed to fraternize and form relationships with other employees to an extent since it was ninety percent of our social circle, but we were always taught we don’t let love become a liability. Even if your spouse is shot dead in front of you on a mission, finish the mission, grieve, or whatever once the bullets stop flying.”

“This is why I like you, this is why I tolerate some of your drek, fox.” Jane showed him a grin and lifted her muzzle. “Angel is mine in a very different way than you are, Sen. Angel is one of only two that I would… die for. Is that sufficiently answering your question?”

“Yes ma’am, thank you, ma’am.” He barked out and straightened up, giving her a nod.

She gave him that sadistic smirk and lifted her muzzle. “But that also means I’m viciously protective of him. So do keep taking care of him, Sen. Go be a little foxy whore, sleep with whoever strikes your fancy, the gods know my Angel gets around, but just don’t hurt him.”

“I’d never dream of hurting him, ma’am! Angel is already very… special to me,” Sen gave an awkward grin as he spoke.

“You already love the dopey little mutt, but I can’t blame you!” Dog barked out cheerfully in his head.

He watched her eyes shift back to that cold calculating stare as she folded her paws on the table. “I’ve already scheduled you with the Doc, he’ll be expecting you, so get a move on, or was there something else you wanted to ask in this moment of… semi-privacy?”

“Are you really upset about the eye thing and me forming a bond with Dog?” Sen asked point-blank.

“I was upset the reins were not in my paws, but now that they are once more. I will adapt and I see the merit of having you multi-task in such a way. You will be more adaptable and I am nothing if I’m not also adaptable to changes. So no, Sen. I will not lord this over your head, you are still within my good graces.” Jane offered him a predatory grin, her paws shifting back to her lap as she sat there.

Sen felt his tails wagging at that as he frowned and parted his jaws to ask another question, but Jane shook her head. “You’ve had enough one-on-one time and I’m a busy doe, get your tails moving, there will be time to talk more later. You and Angel are after all my personal dogs.”

He stood and gave a nod. “Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am!”

As he was pacing towards the stairwell, he heard her call out, “Don’t forget, purple!”

—*—

Doc gave him a lecture about taking the cheap eye out of his skull, fussing and grumbling the whole time while Sen was there on the table. “Never trust a spirit… reversing installations is the worst… I had to pull strings to backorder that alphawear eye that was coming in…”

Even Sen was a little apprehensive about this. He was giving up alpha-grade tech after all, but Dog had presented him with an intriguing path to not only pursue his own goals in life but also somewhat keep the traditions of his family alive. Also, he couldn’t say for certain how good a magically grown eye could be. Regardless, the moment Doc had dressed over the hole in his head, he could feel an odd tingling of energy in his socket, so whatever was going to be, was already proceeding.

Getting back to Angel’s pad, it was a relief to step into the familiar space, the scents of the two of them lingering in the air. It’d been a long day and he was exhausted. Thankfully, Doc had tuned his headwear to just ignore the pain receptors in that area of his skull for the next few weeks, so he felt no pain from the surgery.

Exhausted or not, it didn’t stop his eager boyfriend from greeting him at the door with a playful growl, practically shoving the fox back first to the wall. Sen dropped his duffle bag of gear, a little shudder rolling up his spine as the other boy just pushed into a kiss with him. His knees felt weak from the attack, Angel’s own eager growls rolling down the kitsune’s throat as their tongues met to flick and tease for a moment.

“Missed you, sugar. Glad you’re home safe from your little adventure!” Angel showed that cute grin with his missing canine, the prosthetic tail blurring in a wag behind him as he stepped back.

Sen tucked his tongue and reinforced his knees before pushing off the wall. “Damn, fetch… you really can’t help yourself, huh?” He chuckled as he leaned up on the tips of his boots to bump his snout against Angel’s jaw, giving him a little mark before grabbing up his bag again to go unpack.

“You’re looking pretty good for a guy with a hole in his fraggin’ head!” Angel barked out playfully from behind, Sen giving him a comfortable grin.

“You two are so sweet! I can feel the love you both have blooming for one another, it’s… thrilling…” Dog huffed in his head gently as Sen perked his ears.

“There’s that word again, huh?” Sen thought to himself.

“Love is nothing to be afraid of, my love!” Dog giggled cutely then huffed out, “Jane is bitter and-”

“Within her rights to feel how she does. We don’t know what pain or loss she had experienced to get to that point.” Sen fired back with a furrowed brow.

“Fine… Also, incoming.” Dog cooed.

“Incoming?” Sen thought, then yipped as his boyfriend just slapped his chest into the twin-tail's back, a hungry growl coming from the retriever.

“I missed you in a lot of ways, sugar…” Angel puffed into Sen’s ear, his left paw rubbing at the fox’s chest, his right one snaking down his belly towards his cargo pants.

“Whoa… Angel, uh, I’ve not even gotten cleaned up from the run yet!” Sen protested, then gave a small fussy bark as the larger boy deftly popped the front buttons of his pants open.

“Who caaaares? The smell of your sweat and musk is fucking hot, Sen…” Angel puffed against his ear, then started kissing down the side of his neck, offering little love bites and laps of his tongue to taste his lover.

“C-Come on, fetch I still gotta…” Sen snapped his teeth together as Angel just plunged his paw right down into his boxers from his opened pants, that strong but soft grip wrapping around his already sliding free length.

“Oooh… someone’s excited, eh baby?” Angel cooed into Sen’s ear, his paw pumping against the other dog’s quickly growing length.

“Fuck…” Sen puffed out with a pant, slumping back into the retriever’s chest, Angel humming victoriously as he hastily jerked the boxers and pants down, now able to fully work his boyfriend's jumping length.

“Looks like you missed me too, sugar…” Angel gave Sen’s orange-black ear a playful nip, his paw shifting down to cup and squeeze the kitsune’s sacs, teasing and squeezing as prelove just dripped from the tapered tip with each eager jump from the smaller dog’s length.

“Geeze, Angel, at least let me turn around!” Sen barked a laugh and turned to face him, but then his one eye widened as the retriever jerked him back around and forced him forward to topple to the small bed on his knees and paws.

“Nu-uh! I want you just like this, sugar…” Angel growled the words in a surprisingly dominant tone, Sen biting his lower lip and looking back, his two tails shuddering before he awkwardly lifted them.

“Is that right? Planning to be all alpha doggy tonight, babe?” Sen showed him a grin, but then blinked as Angel jerked his own pants down, that large jumping retriever cock shamelessly at the ready as the other boy showed a crooked grin and waggled a small bottle of lubricant in his paw.

“Uh… Wait a sec, Angel, I’m not sure if-” Sen yipped as the larger dog climbed over him, the small bed creaking as the retriever huffed out and squirted some lube all over the fox’s tailhole as well as his own jumping length against it.

“Sorry, love… I’ve made my mind up, and if I keep letting you avoid it, we’ll never get around to it!” Angel declared with a growl as he tossed the capped bottle to the sheets and grabbed both of Sen’s firm cheeks, claws digging in as he started stroking his jumping cock against the kitsune’s entrance just below his rolling tails.

“Fuck man, I- but-” He growled as he couldn’t think with all the stroking, grabbing a pillow and wrapping his arms around it, yipping slightly as he felt that tapered tip start to push in.

“This is… really hot…” Dog whispered into Sen’s mind as the kitsune dug his claws into the pillow, feeling his boyfriend that punched his V-card now slowly taking his tailhole for the first time as well, feeling that length jumping as it started to work in.

“Fuck man! That monster of yours isn’t gonna fiiit, stooop!” Sen barked out, the last part slurring as he felt the retriever still pushing forward slowly.

“You’ll be fine, baby… I promise you’ll love it…” Angel snarled as he climbed over the smaller dog, mounting him as Sen blinked up and back at him, his tongue peeking out slightly as the fox looked at him with his lone blue eye, feeling the retriever slowly keeping his movements up. He didn’t just plunge in, he was rocking, pulling back then pushing forward, adding a little more with each stroke.

“Oh! this is lovely! Huff… I’ve been fantasizing about seeing this!” Dog barked out lewdly with what Sen could only assume was a pant, or moan?

“W-wait a sec! That’s right, you were snooping during our pawjobs and when I gave him-” His thoughts scattered as Angel snapped down on his ear, growling as the retriever finished his approach, the smaller dog’s tongue lolling as he felt the last inches just slide deep into him.

“Yessss… that’s my foxxx…” Angel hissed against the twitching ear trapped by his teeth, Sen unable to help but moan out, his tails fluffing as every inch managed to somehow get inside, an odd bump to something inside that made him see stars, shuddering as his own cock just throbbed and jumped.

“Ah! T-that’s toooo muuucchh…” Sen could faintly hear Dog’s own slurring words followed by the spirit-shiba moaning in his mind as he panted against the pillow, feeling his boyfriend praising how tight he was before starting to move.

“Gods… you’re so tight… and feel so good… Okay, sugar… hold still and just enjoy…” Angel shifted to grip Sen’s paws with his own, laying over and slightly dwarfing the smaller fox as his hips ever so gently started to move.

“Wait! D-Don’t start moving already!” Sen barked out in panic, then lolled his tongue again as he felt the movements making that deep jumping length start to kiss and bump at that spot inside, the fox shuddering before collapsing chest first to the pillows in another groan.

“This is sooo hot, I’m gonna encourage him to fuck your little foxy ass even harder!” Dog barked out with a pant.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Sen barked out loud as Angel gave a bark of a laugh.

“Whoa, you okay, sugar? Need me to slow down? I’m barely moving ya know?” He growled and kept his hips barely shifting as Sen puffed out in response and shook his head.

“Not you, man… You… huff… can you stop fucking moving so I can think!?” Sen barked out as he glared over his shoulder, the retriever giving him that cute grin with a missing tooth as his hips stilled.

“Sen is talking about me, you did remember I’m riding shotgun with him from now on, yes?” Dog’s voice came forth in both the boys’ minds as Sen grumbled, Angel’s ears perked, hearing the faint sound of fatigue in it.

“Oh, yeah, it’s been a while Dog. I know I talked to you once before, when I had my head in Moon’s lap while she was healing me up from a pretty bad scrape! Heh… You enjoying the show?” Angel laughed out as he spoke the words aloud, Sen groaning as he felt the larger boy start to rock against his rear once more, plunging inside to bump at that spot.

“So much… my goodness so much… Have you ever been to the Astral? I’d quite love to be between the two of you sometime, Angel!” Dog barked into both the boy’s heads in a husky-sounding huff, clearly panting.

“Damn… are you like… astrally projecting your fingers to rub on that pussy of yours, babe?” Angel growled in a surprisingly smooth voice as Sen shook his head and tried to protest, but the retriever just bucked his hips, stabbing hard into that spot as the fox shuddered and flopped back down into the pillows.

“I am! Huff… I hope you don’t mind I’m watching you two and… enjoying it?” Dog panted the words sheepishly.

“I think it’s hot, and apparently so does this guy down heeereee…” Angel cooed as he kept pumping, Sen looking stunned as the retriever kept hitting that spot.

“S-stop talking… like I’m not part of this… Kyah!” Sen panted out, then yipped as Angel licked his chops and shoved hard into his body, the kitsune seeing stars as he felt his length jump hard and gush thick ropes of his fox lust all over the bedsheets beneath him.

“Oh my gods, yes!” Dog barked out in a throaty moan of her own, Angel huffing eagerly and wagging his tail as he kept pumping, hearing one give in and seeing the other do it as his length kept plunging into that tight tailhole, his knot swelling against it.

“Ah… come on Sen, I can taste your love! You two are glorious to behold… You want him to pump your tailhole full, right?!” Dog asked with a breathless pant, as if trying to coax her lover to talk dirty for her.

“M-Moon was… right… you are a little w-whore…” Sen panted out, feeling those strokes keep coming despite his release, his cock twitching and jumping still as if his body was eager for more.

“I’m your whore, Sen! I’ll be a little shiba-slut for both of you if you want me to be! Huff huff…” Dog moaned out in a lewd saucy tone as she enjoyed the show.

“Damn man, your girlfriend is hot… Come on, let’s keep going, I know you’ve got more and I wanna make Dog jizz in her astral panties one more time!” Angel barked out proudly, the spirit-shiba barking a moan at the declaration as the fox just groaned helplessly at the strokes that proceeded.

“Dude! I… I already came… fuck… fuck….” Sen groaned out, his body jerking, sticky fox spunk all over his belly and crotch but his cock just jumping hard in the sheets.

“You’ll be fine, here!” Angel jerked the dog closer as he barked, reaching a paw around to grasp his sticky length, licking his chops as he pumped the fox’s eager cock, his own pumping deep inside. “Like this, sugar… feels good, and it’s hot, right Dog?”

“Y-yesss… it’s soooo hot, please cum again, love! I wanna see you explode and Angel pump you full while I gush for the two of you!” Dog barked out breathlessly in both their minds.

“I… can’t…my body won’t…” Sen panted out, looking stunned and drunk, his tongue lolled, feeling his boyfriend pumping him hard while pounding at that spot inside.

“Oh yeah you can, sugar, just need motivation, right?” Angel barked out and drove his hips forward rapidly, really digging in against the other boy’s spot. Sen’s eyes widened, rolling up as he was fucked and pumped at the same time.

“Frag! Drek! Fucking… Gods…” Sen gritted his teeth then right as he felt himself at the breaking point, he felt Angel make a final slap to his tailhole, that knot bulging against it as the retriever's cock jumped hard, sending a thick rope deep inside.

Sen just saw stars, his tongue hanging out of his jaws from the sensation, not even able to muster up a howl or moan as his body just crashed again while tears rolled down his cheek fur from the intense release. Angel’s paw pumped proudly as another series of thick ropes gushed all over the bed sheets. The sound of Dog’s own throaty moans sounding distant for both the boys.

Angel ground his hips, sending every last drop into his fox, groaning in approval before he rocked back to just sit down, pulling Sen against his chest as the kitsune leaned into his boyfriend.

“Damn, Sugar… that’s some of the best sex I’ve ever had with a guy… You okay there?” He huffed into Sen’s ear, the fox groaning, his cock twitching and dribbling a bit more lust, still reeling from his first back-to-back release.

“Yeah… I can’t… brain…” Sen panted weakly as he leaned against Angel, still feeling the retriever jumping inside him, feeling warm and full with his boyfriend's love.

“Ngh… still awake over there, babe?” Angel barked out playfully to their voyeuristic spirit companion.

“Mhm… that was wondrous… Not just the sex, but the love and passion. Gods you two… your love for one another is so glorious…”

“Love huh? You love me, sugar?” Angel grinned down at Sen who just shook his head.

“S-shut up, fetch… don’t ask me questions right now… I’m barely keeping my eye open…” Sen grumbled as he felt his boyfriend hug him close, knowing his life was even more complicated now thanks to Dog getting involved with them. The kitsune certainly wouldn’t be bored in the coming days.

—*—

Next Episode:

Justice can take many forms, from a bullet to a magical hex, or even one of divine digital retribution. When the crusader falls though, an angel must save them before the claws of the underworld can seize them, but will this angel simply deliver them into the clutches of a different devil?

Vengeance is a road to the nine hells they say, but when you have nothing left, why not walk that lone road all the same? Will you be the one to give me a new lease on life? Your eyes say you know the score, so frag the details, perhaps this saber isn’t quite ready for retirement just yet.

Episode Eight: Rogue Saber

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