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III - CYBERDEVIL

You do not escape the machine. But, you can be a very big piece of it.

In the weeks after several successful gigs offered by her Middleman, Sarin parsed a future for herself and Bug. Something better, something allowing them to push and pull at the levers of Colony E33 and establish themselves as names to be reckoned with. There was no escaping the future they constructed for themselves – it was born from blood and violence. Eventually, she figured, it'd end the same way. But if it did, she wanted it to be on her terms.

Continuing gigs earned her enough rep to find greater bids and better jobs. But it was always at the behest of Moth, and Moth played their own game. Moth kept Sarin and Urakk around because they were useful pawns and net him healthy doses of scratch. However, if he decided to toss them to the side, he could. Might not look good to future earners, but it always ranked as a possibility, and Sarin was tired of speculating on what-ifs.

I could run my own gang, she'd thought. She worked with one before when she was naught but a lowly runner. The Skull Bunnies, her OG fit, taught her everything she knew, from fuckin' to fighting. But they were a small sprawl of girls workin' it in the Daemon's Playground or other parts of CivSector, easily overshadowed by Corp Colossi and the rank-and-file Executechs running the show. The Skull Buns were an afterthought in the grand scheme of things.

So, she had enough.

Maybe it was that encounter with Quinn that got the white-furred bun thinking. To see how forgotten and disposed the CHIMERA was despite the vixen's loyalty to the Meurellis family set Sarin's mind ablaze with concern about the future. Normally she was impulsive, drifting from one gig to the next, keeping the lights on for herself and her mutie boyfriend. Whatever the case, change was necessary.

What kind of change? Numbers. Better diesel, better arsenal, better gals for hire. If she and Bug could boast a healthy entourage of serious killers, no need to be a sub-rank Hangman working for chaps like Moth. And she'd do anything to get herself and Bug on that level.

It's why she took this particular gig. It made for strange bedfellows, but it put herself in direct proximity to a prospective hire. Very liberal use of the word “prospective," because all Sarin had was an idea and the potential for power and creds – whether she could convince the would-be hopeful was another matter entirely.

Job in question? Pretty fuckin' similar to the numerous kinds she did before taking on Hangman work. CivSector was a miasma of violence and psychosexuality – there was no shortage of fat assed girls (or guys) sporting bods capable of swinging massive artillery. The fantastical draw of banging pussy that also served as a walking WMD was effectively its own fetish at this point, and it made finding types of work in that “category" pretty easy. A lot of loserly fellas or ladies wanted their big night, wanted to shoot their shot – literally – and get a taste of sweet Executech-style Corp life. So, they'd sign on a gal capable of levelling a block or two they could also fuck later on.

Hey, Sarin didn't judge. If your scratch was good, so was her word. Keep the hundies rollin' and her panties dropped. Tonight was no different.

Similar to the gig she worked a month or so back, a down-on-his-luck suit had his “plan of all plans" ready to go. Hire on a couple of curvy bitches, make some chaos, and go balls deep in priceless cunt. Charming.

His name was Lester Pax. A civ with minimal implants and zero diesel needed a pair of wild girls to make his evening one to remember. He had a pretty tall order: get some gals, rob his place of business, and fuck his escorts silly (or try to).

The order was tall because carnal robbery wasn't a matter of physically taking off with scratch – you needed to compromise the company's “box," their digital vaults containing all the various financial accounts associated with said enterprise. And that, in itself, was incredibly fucking stupid. The type of security triggers going off on the UltraNet might net you a biostrike or a visit from CMPD. . . in seconds. The bigger the box, the faster you'd be red paste. To pull this off, you needed someone with experience as a cybermancer and with the kind of wherewithal to survive a deadly gunfight.

Sarin's Nervnet was packin', no doubt. But it was for localized targets and singular code executions, not enterprise-level hacking.

So, enter girl number two.

Sarin and her gal-pal for the night would, effectively, help ol' Lester boy get his score and then bounce on his dick, so the plan was. Sarin was less interested in the ball worshipping part and more the second party member. She was the one hired on to “smash the box," and that was interesting in itself. Anyone with that level of cybermancy typically worked for Executechs, so a gal doing freelance Hangman work for a job like this? Ooh, do tell.

Lester, the poor reg, was just a small piece to the puzzle. Sarin could see his fate. Even a successful theft like this was gonna' put him on the red list. Be it months, weeks, or days, you didn't take off with cash and live to flaunt it unless you had the means to protect yourself. Sarin wasn't stickin' around as a personal guard. Without an escape plan, he was as good as dead. Poor bastard. No wonder he was blowing his load – literally and otherwise. Getting his last hoorah off before he was a memory in the machine.

-*-

Sporting all the swagger and bravado of a young man in way over his head, Lester met Sarin at the corner of the Daemon's Playground as agreed. The blistering lights of red and pink washed over the streets as towering buildings flashed their armadas of advertisements, all to the background hum of CivSector and its chaotic ambiance. He had a nice suit, a nicer car, and a shit-eating grin.

Sarin dawned her punky black-metal bunny bitch attire, the exotic lure of danger promising violence and risky sex. A spiked jacket, a short black top showing off healthy cleavage while exposing her midriff, spiked stud piercings, spiked platform heels, and fishnets created an image of “impractical, but dangerous." The whole point was to tease, and Lester wanted “his" girls looking good.

But he wasn't alone.

“Hey stud, this your little friend?" chimed Sarin, dawning her flirtatious, coquettish attitude. Her heels clicked against the wet sidewalk as she approached the ritzy vehicle and its pilot.

Sarin eyed the other gal up and down.

A real sick bitch this one, Lester had a type. She towered over her human “companion" by several feet, her fur coat a sleek polish of dreadful black. At once, Sarin eyed the implants. The other gal was an anthropoid, like Sarin, but her features carried the physique of a hunter wolf. Pointed ears, a sprawl of raven black hair shimmering with incandescent purple hues, and frightening red-neon LED eyes. Her muzzle and visage were modded with bio-plating, a metallic structure shaped like a molded wolf skull sitting atop the upper half of her head, shifting seamlessly with every movement like exoskeletal flesh.

Her attire was strikingly similar to Sarin's clothing, though with an exaggerated emphasis on spikes and collars. Hell, she looked like she was dragged straight out of a Reiver strip club, if such a thing existed (probably). Her stature was impressive, gentle hints of corded muscle meshing with a playmate's body – wide and thick in all the “right" places. Sarin made a working girl's guess: retired combat model workin' the streets? It was a tale as old as CivSector.

“Heeey, there's the other bitch!" shouted Lester, his face plastered with an eager expression. “Was getting lonely without ya, girl!"

Sarin's offered a smirk, showing off her sharp teeth, but her eyes were affixed to the black wolfess. Said wolfess also stared down at the smaller bun.

“I bet," Sarin said, playing along. She gestured at the larger lady. “Gonna' introduce me?"

Sarin chanced a glancing scan with her Combitronics eye but was immediately blackwalled by a wall of digital encryption. . . security which, to her alarm, looked viciously similar to Necrotech code.

Sarin saw the wolfess grin. Big gal knew.

Lester, entirely unfamiliar with the girls' silent communication, beamed, smacking the wolfess on her wide, ample butt.

“Oh this priceless piece of ass? Big beauty goes by Kura. We got to know each other before you hopped along, hehehe."

“Steady now, puppy," said Kura, her voice rough and husky. “Save your energy."

Kura gazed at Sarin. “I know you."

Sarin tilted her head, gesturing at herself in exaggerated fashion. “Awww ya' do? I'm flattered, baby."

Despite the playful back-and-forth, Sarin was cautious. There was far more to this Kura than she let on. No, this wasn't some cock-toy sporting an exotic demeanor and look. Kura's “wall" demonstrated some dangerous gravitas, and if she even touched on the code deployed by Necrotechs, well, Lester had no fucking idea what was standing next to him.

“But I don't know you, sweetheart," continued Sarin, looking the girl up and down. “And I have a feelin' we're gonna' get real intimate soon, riiight?"

“Oh you better believe it!" cut in Lester. “Hope you girls like size difference cause tonight you're gonna be bouncing those big asses for little ol' Lesty, bahahah!"

Kura played her part, offering a rough chuckle. “Oh of couuurse, puppy. I know just what you want."

Sarin's mind ran with questions while she acted her role as a cock-hungry escort. Who was Kura, really? What was she after? Letting some punk like Lester cum all over her big wolf tits couldn't have been the end goal, here.

“Oh, don't snap his spine in half, Kura baby," cooed Sarin. “Big boy has to survive all night, riiight?"

Lester chuckled, drunk on the promise of money and sex. “Damn, girls, if we didn't have somethin' to do I'd fuck ya' both right now, hah!"

His brain was melted by a typical horny lust, but that was fine. Sarin needed the pawn to think with his dick first while she figured this gal out. It was more than just a threat, it was a prospective teammate. . . assuming Kura wasn't planning on something insidious. If, indeed, Kura was in proximity to Necrotech code, she could literally use Sarin for parts, make the bun a living dead girl. Her profile was certainly all over the place: a cybermancer specialist toted out in gothic fetish with some pristine diesel augs, running custom matrixes. Who the hell was this bitch?

Fucking scary. But kind of exciting?

“Oh?" chimed Kura. “And what's stopping you?"

Lester's eyes boggled and he looked between his beautiful bitches. “Well, shit, I donno!"

He rubbed his head, greedy eyes flicking between the bun and wolf. Why not, his horny little brain asked? He could blow his load right now, right in public!

“Give it a think, sweetheart," added Sarin with a devilish smile. “But at least lemme get acquainted with my partner in crime before we start bouncing ass, hmm?"

Lester eased off, at least for the moment. He nodded, gesturing at his Asuka Z3X. “Yeah, right! Heh, we've got a long night ahead anyway!"

“I gotta' load the deets into this sweet ride," he continued, waltzing to the driver's side of the vehicle. “Gimme one sec ya' beautiful bitches."

Oh, what a charmer. Sarin wiggled her fingers in a forced flirtatious manner. “Don't stay away too long, handsome."

Sarin had a brief moment to learn about Kura. She sidled up next to the black wolfess and looked her over. “Alright, your royal thickness, what's your deal?"

Kura grinned. “And what's that mean?"

Sarin's pointed ears flagged, flicking towards Lester so he didn't overhear. “Well, that's some fancy tech you've got. Fancy enough ya' know me, and I don't know you. If I had a guess, some bombshell like yourself didn't take this job just to squeeze that one-and-done regs' cock for the night."

“Is that so?" deflected Kura. “Maybe I like smaller men."

“Aren't you mysterious."

“The unknown is a dangerous weapon, little bun."

Sarin smirked. “Mm, so that's it? Playing the dark, aloof bitch? You must be desperate for scratch if you're turnin' tricks on the Playground. Ya' know it's faster to just work a pole, and you don't have to slurp some civ's hairy balls. Unless you're into that."

Kura provided a low chuckle. “Oh, you should talk. I know your history, Sarin. You'd know all about putting nuts on your tongue, wouldn't you?"

Given the total blackout of information on Kura and her locked down Nervnet, Sarin wasn't surprised the wolfess was unyielding regarding her personal deets. After all, Necrotech shit was on the hot-list, and if Civil Suppression and Control got even a whiff of it, they'd tear out your spine and brain to completely yank it off any potential connections it might have.

So Sarin played along. “Oh, what, you tryin' to show me up?"

“Maybe," said Kura coolly. “Don't get me wrong, bunny. I admire your 'work.' You're an impressive little beast."

The bun chuckled. “I know what I am. Question is, ya' gonna' work with me? Or I do need to worry about you?"

Kura offered a stare that, for a moment, dropped her escort-for-hire façade. “If that was the case, neither of you would be standing, would you?"

Sarin said nothing, her instincts correct. Perhaps Kura wasn't fully utilizing Black Code, the banned malware-loader Necrotechs used to hijack implants. And true, if the wolf was a Necrotech, this little back and forth wouldn't be happening at all.

The bun shrugged. “Alright, fair enough. So, what then? Big merc contracts dried up and now you wanna' try the working girl's life?"

Kura tossed her long, raven hair. “Is it so hard to believe I want to double team a pup with one of CivSector's elite killers?"

“Yes, it is."

Kura laughed. “Give yourself some credit, bunny."

No way this girl was that horny to slobber dick with Sarin. That said, she appreciated Kura's deflective demeanor. She was already a ripe choice in her emerging plan to build a team of troublemakers. Sarin needed bodies like this, the kind willing to kill and fuck. Colony E33 was a void, a hungry machine, and it fed off of blood and sex. There was no going 'clean' down here. Or anywhere, offworld or otherwise.

“Alright, sweetheart, let's hope that fat ass of yours can work it. You know Lesty boy's gonna have us on all fours, so I expect you to show up."

“The pup is hungry for a power fantasy, and I plan to deliver."

Encouraging.

On cue, Lester returned, wielding his defiant grin. “Alright girls, let's fuckin go!"

-*-

Lester buzzed his way through the roads of CivSector like a man on fire, possessed with a sense of newfound power. False power, but an ignition of strength nonetheless. The Asuka Z3X sped through the city with indifference, reaching its destination within minutes of its original departure. His goal was simple: rob his place of work then fuck a pair of girls astronomically out of his league. The scratch was good, at least, and Sarin didn't take the job just for Kura's sake. A nice payout and potential new partner-in-crime made throating dick well worth the night's affair.

Said place of business was an unassuming building of concrete and steel, a mono-slab of miniature oligarchy. A cut of precise rectangular proportions, it was a small enterprise sporting enough capital to conduct “fair" business in the endless sprawl of executive maniacs and ruthless financial conquest. It was nothing compared to the Corp Colossi infesting the stars – barely an afterthought. But it was enough Lester had a plan of personal vengeance, topped off with black metal bitch pussy. He'd be a dead man at some point. Maybe he knew that. But that didn't deter the reg from having a wild night.

The Asuka Z3X shuttered off as Lester parked adjacent to the building. Surrounding the structure were the dominant monoliths of larger facilities, their ghoulish steel painted in eerie blues and greens. The streets were quieter here given its proximity to private security, enough Lester felt safe enough to be close to his “place of business."

“This is it," he said, stepping out of the car. For a moment his composure faltered, common sense briefly overtaking him. He'd been pawing at jis idea for a long while, but now that it was time to execute. . .

“Gettin' cold feet, handsome?" teased Sarin, exiting the vehicle with Kura behind her. “Aww, don't worry, we'll take good care of ya'."

Lester cleared his throat. “Hah. Right."

He turned to them, ogling their physiques with greedy eyes, gaining a second wind. “Well then. . . let's fuckin' do this."

“Oh?" purred Kura. “You running in with us, pup?"

He scratched his head. “Oh, er, well. . ."

Sarin cackled. “Easy, stud, you just stay riiiight behind us. Get a nice view, mm?"

Lester needed two things: to smash the building's security net and handle any response. This was where Kura played her initial part.

“Don't have to tell me twice!" he said. He was just a civ, not a fighter. Lester only had a Dispatcher 9MM, a standard issue handgun that was good for, well, someone who didn't know their way around a trigger. Sarin and Kura would do all the gunwork.

Preferable. Sarin didn't need some reg stumbling around and getting in the way. She glanced at Kura, crossing her arms. “Alright, fat ass, magic time. Let's see what you can do."

Sarin intended to watch closely. Kura's capabilities aroused her curiosity, and she had to know that Kura was a worthwhile “investment."

The wolfess said nothing. Instead, she strode toward the building. Her red eyes flickered, personal Nervnet surging to life. At first, nothing happened as she stared at the imposing structure. Then, a downpour of red code buzzed to life and surrounded the structure. Sarin's Combitronics eye pinged with a flurry of alerts, a proximity alarm warning of deadly code. And it was deadly. A series of termination symbols appeared around the building, thousands of malware executions loading into the structure's protective net. Each string executed in half-seconds, switching off security alarms, ripping apart backups, disintegrating silent alarms, and even replacing traffic pings with false signals to “cloak" the malware attack, veiling the net strike. In other words, while Kura overwhelmed the building's security, she made it appear nothing was happening at all.

That meant she had to copy benign code and processes as quickly as she destroyed them, then replace it. In moments, the building was “dead."

Sarin blinked. “Holy shit."

She'd seen code executions like that before, but only from cybermancers sporting serious tech veterancy and capabilities. Kura flicked it all off like it was nothing. Then again. . . maybe this place didn't have the best security to begin with. Best not to offer props too soon, it was a small building after all.

“Simple enough," chimed Kura. “That won't hold forever, though. Make use of the time."

She glanced at Lester. “It's your show now. What's next?"

Lester gawked, surprised. He at least figured there'd be some residual response, like an auto-turret appearing. But no, Kura did precisely as asked, muting the structure and giving him a free ticket inside. It was now or never.

“Whoa. . ." he rasped. “Uh. Right, yeah! Okay, uh. . ."

He pointed inside. “I gotta get to the boss' stash. Got his biometrics, hehe, that'll get me all the cash in the place, and then some! More for you girls, right?"

“Oooo, I like it," snickered Sarin. “More money, more pussy, mm?"

The bun retrieved a Whisper .45 PMG from her spiked jacket, a portable hand-szied machine gun perfect for shindigs like this. She didn't figure things would get 'spicy,' but she'd be stupid to never be prepared. Chemweapons were a no go, given their proximity explosions would melt Lester to the bone and, probably, Kura too.

The trio entered in swift fashion. Despite her platform heels, Kura moved with deadly grace, as did Sarin. Lester stayed close to them, wearing a grimace, thinking shit, I'm actually doing this!

Navigating the interior wasn't too difficult. It was barebones, layered with monitors and business interfaces for standard office work, its halls and rooms all perfect squares and rectangles for optimal business efficiency. What Lester did here Sarin didn't know, or care, as long as the pay was good. He was after a stash, and to the stash they went. The boss' room was on the highest floor of the building, sealed off by tri-locked doors, to which Kura made quick work of.

“Ah, well then," intoned the wolfess once the doors came unsealed. “Less time than I thought."

Sarin blinked. “Huh?"

She chuckled. “This little door had its own individual security net. Analogue. Wired. Couldn't catch that one."

In other words, the door wasn't connected to the UltraNet, it was a classic hair trigger mechanism leading a secret alarm – using the old to beat the new. Seems the boss was a very thorough man indeed when it came to security.

Lester overhead this, his features going pallid. “H-huh? What does that mean?"

“It means ya' better work quick, handsome," chuckled Sarin. “Find that stash, fast."

The smaller man looked between them, a panic overtaking him. He nodded, features cast with sweat as he dashed through his ex-boss' room. Said room was a simple interior, save for one very obvious characteristic: a locker-style vault no doubt containing the prize Lester sought. Sarin kept her Whisper close, expecting some form of trouble, watching as the smaller man waded into the room and hurried over to his prize. He withdrew a small control dongle containing the needed biometrics, a genetic pattern required for opening the sacred stash.

Lester wiped his brow, using the small black device to access the tiny vault, his spine pricking with danger. After a moment, said vault hissed open, and Lester let off a victorious yawp.

“Yes! Jack-fuckin'-pot!"

Kura watched him with focused intent, waiting. Sarin noticed, realizing that the wolfess' motives were about to clarify. When Lester returned, he flicked the dongle in his hand, almost dropping it, wearing his shit-eating grin.

“Easy cash, girls," he said. “And something else, too."

He raised an object in his free hand. . . something Sarin did not immediately recognize. It appeared to be, at a cursory glance, a brain. Locked in a vial of searing red glass, an organ of black matter rested neatly in preserving fluids, overwhelmed with wires and mods foreign to the bun.

“Dunno' what the hell this is," Lester continued. “But maybe I can sell it for some easy scratch, eh?"

Kura took a step forward, wearing a smile through her skull-plated head. “Not exactly."

She leaned down, her thick breasts wobbling together, the head-crushing cleavage instantly capturing Lester's attention. The wolfess pushed forward, planting a kiss on the civ's forehead.

“Time for you to take it easy, pup."

Her soft, black lips smooched his brow. In seconds, Lester blinked. Then, he shifted, dizzy, eyes blacking out as flickers of red code besieged his eyes. His mind went hazy, stunned. He mumbled a few words, slurring, wading from side to side before crumpling to the floor, smiling.

Sarin raised her brows, alarmed. “What the fuck did you just do?"

She gripped her Whisper, staring at the wolfess with caution, sensing a betrayal. Kura straightened before yanking away the brain, eyeing with relieved fascination. “Giving him his reward."

“You fuckin' iced him!"

Sarin wasn't a stranger to death, but she made good on her contracts. If a job demanded she fight and fuck, then she planned to do it. Nobody wanted to work with a Hangman that ran off with the goods in the midst of a gig.

“I didn't," retaliated Kura, grinning. “Oh, don't worry bunny, he's having plenty of fun in there."

Now her gaze went to the shorter rabbit. “Please, don't tell me you were eager to get on your knees for that."

“That wasn't the job, Kura."

“It is to him," cooed Kura. “I ran a synth-vid execution, as good as the real thing. See?"

She gestured at Lester's incapacitated form, his pants tenting and twitching. “To him, he's already having his way with us."

Unknown to Sarin, Kura had whipped up a 'dream,' an artificial creation that could've passed for the real thing. In his mind, Lester was now doted on by Sarin and Kura, their tongues slurping and licking at every inch of his cock, kissing and mouthing his balls, riding his malehood with their perfect, hot pussies. Holographic visualizations of the girls now did Lester's every command, whether that was Sarin resting atop the larger wolfess with their cunts exposed allowing him to double-dick-dip or having them suffocate his head with their bouncing tits.

“I'll net you the deets, if you're so curious," said Kura.

Sarin started to realize what the wolfess had done, poking at Lester with her heels. “You sly little bitch. . ."

“Oh, don't worry, he's getting his money's worth. Has us moaning and begging for more like he was the last dick in existence."

Kura examined her prize, and that had Sarin curious too. Effectively, the reg was dead. Someone was gonna respond to this break-in and find a body with soaked pants.

“Are you ready to leave?" said Kura, staring at the bun.

“To do what?" Sarin shot back. “Ya' gonna ghost now? Mighty untrustworthy of you."

“No. To talk."

Sarin grunted. “And him?"

“What about him?"

“He's a corpse now."

“He was a corpse tomorrow. You knew that."

Poor fuckin' bastard, huh? Sarin knew they couldn't stay, but she at least wanted to see her job done right. Her ideas for a private merc outfit relied on proper execution, not backstabbing and shady tactics.

“Let's discuss your moral hesitations after we leave, mm?" added Kura.

“Hmph." Sarin took one last look at Lester. “You at least gonna' let him get out of that digital fuck palace? Give the guy a chance, at least."

Kura rolled her devilish red eyes. “Fine, fine. He's got five minutes. Let him figure out the rest."

Sarin decided arguing was non-optimal, so she agreed to exit with the wolfess and leave Lester to the unknowns. They swiftly departed the building, abandoning the Asuka Z3X. Easy way to get tracked and iced.

Good thing too. Not moments after they departed into the streets, a Chaplain Security tetrapod screeched into view. Chaplain was a private, localized organization dealing out private security contracts for various enterprises, buying off used tech and weaponry to retrofit into an arsenal of. . . well, big, scary machines. A Chaplain Tetrapod was an insect-like autonomous vehicle with a pair of auto-cannons and anti-personnel missiles, capable of gliding along numerous terrain types and easily programmable kill functions. It was a modular tank, and Sarin was not equipped to deal with something so vicious.

Very unlikely Lester was, either.

They padded away, retreating to the Daemon's Playground, finding safety in the network of sin and pyschosex.

-*-

Wild Wish was the best place Sarin could think of to “cool off" while she figured this Kura gal out. She greeted Dez at the front and found a corner in the bombastic strip joint, cloaked by devilish bodies and thrumming dance beats. Her only reassurance was that Kura hadn't ghosted off. . . yet. She could've, quite easily. When they found themselves a seat, washed in decadent neon, Sarin eyed the bigger wolfess with curiosity.

“I hope ya' know I haven't been paid," Sarin intoned. “All that for a fuckin' brain?"

Kura rumbled with rough chuckles.

“I needed a useful excuse," started Kura. “And a partner I could trust."

“Little pup had no idea who or what he was working for. That operation was fronting as a money laundering scheme. Fronting, because they liked to deal with Necrotechs on the side."

Sarin's ears flagged. So, her instincts were on the mark, not that she needed much convincing.

“But let's get better acquainted, bunny. You know me as Kura. What you don't know is that I'm a Witch. Or was."

Sarin grimaced. “Keep your goddamn voice down."

A Witch? Fuck her holes, that was unpleasant news. That was a romantic term for lady Necrotechs. Body-harvesters. Soul thieves. The entirety of Necrotechnology relied on banned Black Code – banned because it overwhelmed implants with malicious takeover executions, and banned because it was one of the most dangerous OG hacker languages around. Didn't matter if you were dead, Black Code could control the compromised prosthetics and make a corpse into a soldier. If anyone realized Kura was a Witch, they'd try to gun her down, and Sarin too.

“Don't fret, bunny," purred Kura. “I'm not like the Malifectum. Call it a. . . passing interest."

It didn't change Sarin's demeanor. “You oughta' know what this sounds like."

“It should sound fascinating to a girl like you. I'm just a wolf who got tired of playing war. I got passed off of weapon deals to working as a dime-a-dozen toy. If it wasn't killing, it was fucking. Let's just say Necrotech got me 'out.'"

“I took this little gig to find my prize, and of course, meet the one and only Sarin."

“It's waaaay too late for flattery, babe."

Again, Kura laughed. “What, you think I mean you harm? Are you worried CSC might come bursting in to have us both de-boned? Put those concerns aside."

While they talked, an impish woman strolled by to offer them drinks. Without looking, Sarin ordered herself a few fingers of tequila. She was gonna need it.

“You mentioned payment. I don't have the scratch our little friend Lester did, but, I might have something better."

So Kura claimed she wasn't “like them," like the Malifectum, a vagrant mass of rumored Necrotechs that lurked in the deepest veins of CivSector. She claimed this meeting was benign. She pulled a back-stabbing stunt during a job. Not an impressive dossier so far. But, her skillset was impossible to ignore. Cybermancy and Black Code made for a lethal mix. More so to artificially generate a fake dream-fuck on the fly.

But she also knew Sarin, which aroused more questions.

“You're banking on trust we don't even have," cut in Sarin, knocking back her tequila.

The wolfish-skull grinned down at Sarin. “Are you scared, little bunny?"

“I'd be a dumb fuckin' bitch if I wasn't."

“How wise."

Kura's black tail swayed on the seating. “But your fears are misplaced. In fact, I've more to fear than you. A rogue ex-Witch can't make it far in a city like this. Despite my. . . pursuits, I've had to play the call girl for a long time. Now, lucky me, that I can give my clients the best fuck of their lives with the softest of kisses, but I want something different. And you're the different."

“So what."

“So, consider this. The payment is myself. I have more to gain working with one of CivSector's best Hangmen. It benefits me to work adjacent with someone with resources and connections. Middlemen, private contractors - they're not interested in my diesel, just my body."

Sarin scoffed. Originally, the premise would've been sound, but trust was the issue. Sarin was looking for a new body, something to build the foundation of her personal merc outfit. But you needed a crew you could rely on, not shady figures sporting shadier tech.

“I am, after all, in considerable debt to you now, aren't I?" added Kura with a wink. “You didn't get your payout, after all."

Sarin crossed her arms. “Ease off the gas, wolfy. You could've made this offering to anybody else but me. Hell, even Reivers would've settled for you."

“But they're not Sarin. They're not Sarin who works with a 'dangerous' Mutant. They lack a personal element."

Sarin's tall ears flicked. “How do you know. . ."

“About your Urakk? About Specimen Strain Sur-Ak-Akar? About his. . . 'exotic past,' or drill mines, or when he was just like us, an exotic man-slut? Bunny, please, information is my currency. Necrotechs are like worms, they dig through the earth of data."

Sarin boggled. That was. . . how did she know. . . Bug barely talked about his history with anyone.

She needed a stronger bargaining chip. “So, what if I tell you to fuck off?"

Kura shrugged. “Then I supposed I'll be sad and vanish into the dark. But I got what I needed. The question is, did you?"

“A better question," posed Kura. “What do you need to trust me?"

What indeed. It was quite pushy of Kura, wanting to work with Sarin for 'connections' alone. She wasn't revealing everything. What if, for instance, Kura was a loyal Necrotech looking for an easy body? Sarin would be a prime choice as a living dead girl, entirely at the mercy of overwhelming Black Code. Though, if that were the case, why didn't Kura go ahead and try it?

“Start with the reason you iced our boy. The hell did you steal?"

“Ooo," purred Kura. “I was hoping you might ask. It's just a simple trinket that belongs to me. Ah, perhaps not simple, but it is essential to my arsenal. It happened by very good chance that Lester worked for the thieves who planned to sell it. If I hadn't found it, I'd be a target of the Malifectum. You, whether wanted or not, saved my life."

“It's a Xybrain," she went on. “My second mind. I can talk to my, mm, well, I call them Chainsaw Familiars."

Oh, goodie, so now the big bitch was more dangerous than ever.

“So now that you're around me, I have to worry about more bullshit?" said Sarin, downing the rest of her drink. God, she wasn't drunk enough for this.

“Everyone has to worry about them, bunny, they just don't know it. But as for directly, no, at least not now."

“Hmph," grunted Sarin. “I'm just getting red flags. That's still not enough to go on, wolfy."

“Like I said, Sarin, my debt to you is rather considerable since I. . . deterred your payout. Unlikely we'll see any scratch from our pup. If not my life, well, the scratch I owe puts me in a predicament, doesn't it?"

This was a lie. There was no system of authority that could truly bind Kura to Sarin based on losing out on a score. Having considered that, though, Kura was pushy about it. She was making a big deal about debts and saved lives, which she didn't have to do at all.

You wanted someone, Sarin told herself. You wanted a another hired gun to start your little plan. This gal sports some serious tech and dangerous potential.

Sarin leaned back, looking at the ceiling, her arms hanging around the plush seating as her eye stared into the flurry of neon. “Oughta' make you throat my boyfriend's footlonger for all the trouble you caused me," she said as an offhanded comment.

Kura laughed, amused. “Really now? You'd like me better on my knees, like a wolf bitch?"

Sarin blinked, bringing her gaze back down the wolfess. She wasn't being serious.

“Ohoho, is that an actual offer?" smirked Sarin. “I dunno. It'd sure make me feel a lot better watchin' you get fucked into the ground. My Bug I can trust, but you, I dunno' about you just yet."

What a nice prize to bring back to her handsome boyfriend, a glamorous piece of fat wolfess ass. A powerful one at that.

“Then let's consider it, bunny."

Sarin cocked her head. “Let me clarify, wolfy. If ya' know my guy is a Mutant, then you should also know they don't for all that necrotechy bullshit. They don't have the diesel for you freaks to hijack. If you think you can hurt him, or even try to, we will literally fuck you to death."

The threat rolled off the oily black wolfess, who went for idea like a shark to bleeding water. “I said I wanted to earn your trust. Besides, you shouldn't threaten me with a good time."

“If ya' wanna earn it then you're gonna work for it. How did you put it? 'Like the last cock in existence?' Well, you treat my Bug right, you might have my attention."

This was a useful bargaining mechanism to Sarin, given the concept of sexual submission – to a Mutant no less – would be off-putting to those lying through their teeth. But it didn't deter Kura, she even appeared excited by the prospect.

“He must be something," cooed Kura, “if he's getting me all to himself. You sure you don't want something too, Sarin?"

“Well, I wanna' know you're not full of shit, for one," Sarin countered. Bug was everything to her. What Sarin did for herself, she also did for the big reptilian Mutant. Seeing how an unfamiliar treated the Mutant clued her in on everything she needed to know about an individual or group.

“So keep your tits where I can see them, wolf."

Kura chuckled. “Are we striking a deal, then?"

Sarin looked over the busty black wolfess with renewed curiosity. A lot of risk was in play here, and Kura's proximity to Necrotechs put Sarin ill at ease. Inviting a beast into your burrow could lead to disaster; should a rabbit really greet a predator at the door? However, Kura was willing, and if she intended the shortstack psycho bun harm, no doubt she could've pulled it off a lot sooner. Could've blown out her Nervnet, could've hijacked the building's security systems.

She folded her arms. “Not yet."

Sarin gestured at the larger creature. “So, ya' owe me for the job. The way I see it, double teaming my boyfriend is your rite of passage. But after that, you're on a tight leash. Ya' don't take rogue jobs and ya' don't sneak off with other Middlemen. Once I see what you can really do in the field, I'll take you in."

Kura's glowing red eyes flickered, and her exo-skeletal skull frame grinned. “And what kind of field work is that?"

“We'll get to that."

Sarin sighed. “You're dressed for the occasion, at least." She conceded. High-risk, but potentially a high reward. Adding a Witch into your posse could put her on the map and give stability to a much bigger, broader idea.

“You really know how to fuck like an animal, or was that just for show, too?"

Kura shrugged. “I told you I've been a glorified playmate. And if I don't know something, that's just a library of 'positions' to download. Heh, careful now bun, I might treat his cock so good he might have second thoughts. . ."

“You talk a real big game, wolf bitch. Better hope you deliver."

-*-

The return to Sarin's apartment bloc in the midst of CivSector was filled with alarmed glances and gawking eyes. Understandable, given the figures taking the transit system were “dressed to impressed," even by call-girl standards. All throughout the silent trip back home, Sarin kept a watchful eye on Kura, her Combitronics on full alert as she readied for some form of newfound betrayal. But, it never happened. Kura kept her Xybrain hidden in the excess pocketing of her spiked jacket and said nothing, though she wore an amused smile the whole way.

And that got Sarin thinking. . . wow, she was really going through with it, huh? This Kura, this strange specimen of dark, shadowy fur and alarming features. Not bad. . . Hell, even though Sarin stayed ready, the big bitch was a lot to admire. She was kinda jealous, even, not getting those fat tits all to herself.

During the trip, Sarin pinged Bug on his AutoDEC, mentioning “exotic company."

I've got a nice big surprise for you bby :>

A ping later.

Ohh, bun did u get me a big gun

Kinda

That isn't a no

Only big gun better be that fat twelver, stud, it's a gal, think you will like her

A pause for a while, then:

Wait, really

Ohhhh yes

Damn, did I do something gud

Just being your usual handsome self

Aww bun

Just get ready to pile drive some pussy

Uhhhh alright I can do tht

. . .

What kind

New gal has somethin' to prove, see if she has what it takes

What it takes indeed. But Kura was willing, and that was all Sarin needed to test this “Witch" out.

The Bloc was nothing impressive, a standard cut of drab living in the confines of CivSector. Leaving the Transit, Kura followed along the psycho shortstack bun, giving the large mega-structure an amused once over. The elevator led the dangerous duo to Sarin's living arrangement with Bug, enough to house two, but certainly not the big wolfess. After this affair “settled," Kura would need some form of living arrangement, but that was a deet to work out later.

Once inside, Sarin was more at ease. At this point, any shenanigans outside of a good ol' fuck was less a concern. Urakk could handle just about anything at close range, and Kura's demeanor implied she was here to do the “job."

She pinged the secure console at her door, Nervnet flaring as the slab of steel hissed open.

“Alright girl, showtime," she said with a smirk. Kura followed, and two wild gals were inside, overlooking the heaving mass of CivSector through a window.

“Cozy," chirped Kura, leaning down to enter the room. She was taller than Sarin, but still shorter than Bug.

Inside, there labored Urakk, the buff, handsome lizard Mutant doting over something in the kitchen. Sarin spied him instantly, his form enough to make her drool. He had a cascade of dull, but incandescent, greenish scales coating a form of impressive physique. His frame was a network of old scars and indifferent markings and tattoos, some slashed over to represent his emancipation from previous, cruel owners. Dynamic, curled horns sprawled from his head, accenting his four seated eyes.

“Theeere's my big guy," hollered Sarin, rushing over to meet her man. To her delight, he was only in an apron, revealing his muscular backside. His tail was like a cut stub, a wound from old Necrocyte poisoning. Didn't matter to her though, it just made him more alluring. Even got a good look at his healthy rump, too.

“That's my girl," came the deeper, rougher reply. “Thought I'd whip up something to uh, celebrate?"

He turned to his Bun, petting her hair in loving fashion, before spying the oily black wolfess. “Woah."

Sarin grinned. “I told ya."

Kura arrived, tilting her head. The steel-skull muzzle shared the grin, red eyes staring at the Mutant. “Mm, I see. Well, bunny, you are a lucky girl."

Sarin waived a hand. “Bup. Let's just toss over the pleasantries, huh? We'll all get nice and acquainted in the afterglow."

Bug scratched his head, giving a sheepish smile. “Well. Damn. Alright."

Alright indeed.

-*-

Sarin didn't feel like wasting time. She was horny enough and all the killin' got her into a romp of a mood. She kept on the platform heels and insisted Kura do the same, given' the wolfess was so “eager" to be a playmate tonight. Besides, that's how Bug liked it.

She shoved Bug into the couch (well, playfully, he was like a walking talk), licking her black lips as the nude Mutant fell into the furniture. His pulsing, twitching fuckstick sprang into the air, an exotic cock with delicious nubs and juicy, plump balls she couldn't help but salivate over. Every inch of him was too tasty to resist, and she was almost annoyed she had to share her man. Almost. But when he got off, when he let off those pleased, grumbling moans, oh, that was the tits. His happiness was her happiness.

At once, the girls were on all fours, like submissive little beasts. Kura's fat, massive ass of black fur spilled into view, thick and jiggly, where Sarin took opposite side of her. It was a nice contrast – black and white – the bunny and wolf bottoms smacking together. Sarin gave off a cruel laugh.

“Looks like the bitch already gets it," she said, looking up to her boyfriend in wild, submissive fashion.

“I know what I'm doing," responding Kura, her tail wagging. “And I rather. . . like it."

Urakk's body went hot, grinning down at his prized girl and the newest guest. The tip of his twelve-inch pole dribbled with copious pre, arms resting on the horizon of the couch.

He gestured at Kura. “That fancy head of yours ain't gonna' be a problem, is it? I don't wanna fuck a mouth that's a beartrap!"

Kura chuckled, opening her mouth and letting her long black tongue hang out. “Ohhh not at all."

At once, in strange, sexual harmony, the girls assaulted Urakk's lizard dick with a series of submissive licks and slurps. Little moans escaped them, Sarin's high-pitched voice bouncing off of Kura's huskier, rougher tone. Kisses accompanied their motions, a pair of warm lips climbing along Bug's hefty foot of hard fuckmeat, incurring an orchestra of satisfied moans from the handsome brute.

Sarin wiggled her hips and threw her fat, full rump against Kura, challenging the wolfess, watching the Witch with surprise. Despite all that fancy cybermancy from before, she took to licking dick like a pro. The gal wasn't kidding when she said she was a playmate before, assailing Bug's shaft with the finesse of a lady who'd throated pipe for a loooong time. The smack of Sarin's ass enforced a healthy wobble from Kura's soft, fat cheeks, causing the wolfess to gurgle with an amused chuckle.

In tandem, their lips gliding along the shaft, slurping loudly as sticky lipstick marks smeared against the Mutant's rod.

“Well fuck, girls, you keep that. . . urmf, you keep that up. . ."

Sarin pursed her lips and kissed Urakk's tip. “Yeah? You like that baby? You like this bitch I brought you?"

Kura's long tongue curled around Urakk's length in serpentine fashion, applying a lewd, coiling massage as the lizard's meat was now soaked with slobber and presex. She gasped, her body growing hot, soft black cunt glistening with newfound arousal.

“Mnfm, well, it's been a while since I got to work with impressive specimens. . ."

Urakk managed a chuckle. “Been a while since I got called a specimen."

Their assault of mouths continued, each schlorp and schlup of their drooling muzzles intermixed with the gentle bounces of their dancing bottoms. In harmony, they wiggled their wide hips together, creating an orchestra of claps, puttin' on a show for the big lug as he was treated to a sight of two hotties shaking their fat rumps and servicing his dick.

“Stop teasin' him and suck his nuts," commanded Sarin, smacking Kura's rump with her hand. “You're primin' him up, right?"

Kura shrugged, giving a nod. “If that's what he wants."

As commanded, Kura's long tongue lapped at the lizard's hefty orbs, causing him to groan loudly. Sarin gave a cruel giggle, getting the prized cock to herself. While the wolfess suckled and kissed at Bug's stones, she slipped his footer into her throat. She choked and gagged, eyeliner beginning to streak as the shortstack bun forced the immense fuckstick into her warm, wet mouth, her throat bulging as she clenched the ground for support.

“Pmmmlklkff. . ."

Sarin wheezed through her nostrils, eye watering and tearing as her motions swiftly evolved into sloppy, throating tosses of the head. Each stroke of her motions left trails of saliva, sex, and pre along Bug's length, droplets pooling onto the apartment floor. Kura paused her attentions to watch in astonishment, in surprised disbelief the shortstack bun could get all of her boyfriend into her mouth like that.

“Mmkf, glk, slkkkf!"

Her lewd noises filled the room, forcing more pleased groans from the Bug. “Damn, Bun, t-thought I was gonna give this newbie a wild time!"

He gurgled with laughs, grabbing Sarin's streak of platinum grey hair, standing now, forcing Sarin off his meat for a moment. Sarin gasped and sputtered, her chin a mess, hacking a response.

“C-can't help it," she shot back with a wild grin. “I get f-first dibs!"

Pleased, Bug looked down at the two gals, stroking his twitching, studded fuckmeat. “Well, if ya' insist!"

He'd warm up by fucking his girlfriends throat, proceeding to hold her head with his strong hand. A gentle force enough to keep her in place, not to harm. Seeing as how he was plenty lubed up, the big lizard slipped his inches back into Sarin's maw and began ruthlessly fucking her mouth. At once, he banged into Sarin with a brutal yet bizarrely loving facefuck. Sarin could take it after all with her enhanced physique and titanite-wave bone structure.

A wild eruption of motions proceeded after, Urakk's fat nuts smacking against Sarin's chin as he rolled his hips into her mouth, using her throat as a personal cocksleeve. Kura could only stare, realizing this was what was in store for her. . . an exciting prospect indeed. In the meantime, the floor wheezed as Urakk dipped his wick into his gal's tunnel with increased haste and speed, her choking moans and gags entirely muffled by the fat meat plunging into her throat. Again, said throat bulged wide, the spiked choker nearly snapping as it strained against his sheer size.

“Fffuckin' damn, Bun," grunted Bug.

Damn indeed, because his cock twitched to life. His balls tensed and an abrupt surge of cum exploded from his tip, sticky white flooding Sarin's throat in a sea of his issue. Sarin's eye rolled back as her big boyfriend used her, a sense of satisfied warmth overtaking her frame, like a little button was pressed in her brain.

Fuck yes baby use me, she thought, make me a little cock slut for you, I wanna scream for you!

Consigned to her wild psychosexuality, nothing got her off more than pleasing her man. Kura could wait, but she'd always be his girl.

After draining his balls in her throat, Bug retrieved his still-hard flank of fuckmeat, the tip ejecting more ropes of messy white all over Sarin's face. She opened her mouth, tongue hanging out while she submitted to his whims, letting the beefy lizard splatter her visage with himself. Bug grumbled with laughs, even taking a moment to tap his tip against her tongue.

“Heh, gimme a smile, Bun!" he chided, losing himself to the beast of lust. Sarin appeared to be in a daze, nodded and managing a smile as her white furred features were a deep rose now.

“Unh huh," she added, teardrop tail wiggling.

Urakk heaved with heavy breaths, four eyes now glancing at Kura, who was still staring in curious anticipation.

“I was a good boy all week," chortled Urakk, “so now I'm havin' fun!"

The red eyed wolfess blinked, quite fascinated to see what he'd do next. She was already entranced by this couple, a Mutant and psycho bun, wondering how the fuck they made it work. But she was starting to see.

“Oh?" purred Kura. “Should I start begging, too?"

He shook his head. “Nup."

In a series of powerful movements, Urakk “rearranged" the girls in such a way he could fuck (and please) both. Kura yipped in surprise as her large, strong frame was easily overwhelmed by the lizard mutant's demonstration of strength. At once, she found herself on her back, looking up at the apartment ceiling. Then, she found Sarin atop her. . . sort of. Sarin's messy face was in her soft waist now, the bun looking back with curiosity as her fat ass was exposed, along with Kura's. Bug had positioned them in such a way he could “access" all their holes with relative ease. The wolfess flushed, not having done it quite like this before. . . but she'd go with it. It was interesting, at least.

“Bug" did not waste time, seeing as how he was eager to get this initiation on the road. He pressed his sloppy tip against Kura's soft, inviting pussy of hot ebon, and she moaned at the touch. Oh fuck, he was absolutely massive. Coupled with his strength, she was concerned she could even survive the encounter.

“H-heh," Sarin chuckled, getting her wits again (sort of). “Don't break our new girl, Buggy, we need her."

“No promises!" he tossed back, smacking Sarin hard on her thick rump, causing the bun to whine in approved arousal.

Without mercy, Urakk treated Kura's cunt like he did Sarin's throat. He shoved himself into her walls, balls deep, bulging her abdomen as the big beefy Mutant pulverized her pussy with unrelenting, self-indulgent motions. In the meantime, Sarin took advantage of her position and began biting and twisting at Kura's pierced black lips, tearing off the fishnet fabric as she giggled with cruel laughter. Sarin wiped her face and squeezed at the big mounds, happy to have fun with the Witch's body while her boyfriend fucked her in relentless fashion.

Kura was assaulted with sensations across every inch of her body, her mind going blank as she was “fucked stupid." The beast inside her was merciless, using her lower lips like his own personal toy. Every motion rocked her oily black frame, forcing her breasts to wobble while the bun licked at every inch of tits she could get.

Little did the wolfess realize, it was only the beginning. As soon as he seemed to start, Bug blew another searing load, this time into the gal's womb. Rivers of seed flooded her drenched pussy, and she could feel every inch and twitch of the serpentine brute. By “claiming" her, Kura was giving her proposed loyalty to Sarin. Fuck, the bunny drove a hard bargain.

In the near instant Urakk finished in Kura, he returned his attentions to Sarin, spreading her wide, plump cheeks and nuzzling her anal hole with his tip. Alarmed, Sarin's ears flagged as she looked back at her boyfriend with an aroused panic.

“Whoawhoawhoa, Bug, easy, I'm not even lubed uuupAAAAANNF!"

Bug shut his girl up outside of her moans and screams, smashing his loins into her tight pucker as he brutally fucked Sarin's rabbit hole. Her eye rolled back and her visage twisted into an absolute stupor, frame now a twitching, limp mess as Urakk banged his girl. Kura, panting, watched the assault with renewed fascinating, deciding to hold the bun to give her support. Good god, how much energy did the beast have!?

A lot. The prestige of Mutant physicality was on full display here. Like with Kura, he fucked Sarin in relentless fashion until his juicy, hefty balls released wave after wave of seed into the Bun. And just like with Kura, just as he finished punishing Sarin's tighter anal entrance, he shifted to her inviting cunt, driving his drenched meat into Sarin's hot, dribbling lips. He pummeled her punk pussy with his driving rod, Sarin wailing with a barrage of hot, moaning curses.

“OhSHITshiit! Fuck! FUCK!"

Kura watched the heaving brute decimate the bun's pussy, feeling the ooze pour down her thighs as Sarin's chest squished into hers, creating a pancaked tension of white and black. Their nips rubbed together in forced fashion, Kura decided to grasp Sarin's tattooed for additional support.

A parade of positions followed after Urakk pub-dumped into Sarin's womb, her belly starting to bulge from all his “attention." The girls found themselves on all fours again, or rather, chests pressed into the apartment floor as their soaked holes dripped with hot white, an absolute sloppy, slathering mess made out of their entrances.

“Hehe, at least you're durable," Urakk said to Kura with his rather terrifying stamina, teasing her black anal entrance with his crown. “Right?"

She shuddered, tall wolf ears flicking. “Nnn. . ."

He proceeded to give her the same treatment, ramming himself into her entrance, bulging her abdomen, forcing the wolfess to whine and beg as her mind went dizzy from the beast's thrusting. He went nuts deep, his busty testes smacking against her cunt with his bestial drives, Urakk leaning over Kura in possessive fashion.

It was a haze, a ceaseless orgy, Bug taking advantage of their frames with as many positions as he could. He pressed Sarin to her back, slamming his cock into her soaked entrance, the bulge slapping into her thick tits, forcing them to bounce and jiggle against the friction of his motions as Sarin watched in a take-me-and-fuck-me manner. He used their busty fronts to his advantage, smacking his length against the pillowy mounds, watching the girls double-team his dick as they massaged and caressed the inches with their tits. He'd grab their heads and force their lips to smother and worship his length like before, making a sloppy mess out of their frames to the point one might consider the apartment a health hazard.

And then, slowly but surely, Urakk's boundless stamina faltered. If only a little. He refreshed himself by cracking a synth-beer, downing the bitter liquid while he fucked his bunny one last time, gently letting off one last burst of triumphant seed before he finally collapsed back onto the couch.

He grinned, wiping his mouth, the impressive girls a pile of shuddering, trembling messes on the floor.

“Fun, huh?" he said, wearing a dumb smile. Sarin weakly raised an arm, waiving her arm. “Bnnfff. . ."

-*-

Later. Much later.

Kura's red eyes snapped to life, her body a crumpled pile, lying atop a bed. Sounds assaulted her ears, intermixed with the scents of fried protein-block meat. What the fuck happened?

She collected herself, conscious returning in a muddy haze as realization hit her. Her holes were warm, buzzing with seed, a pleasant soreness overtaking her lower body. And then, all at once, she remembered where she was and what happened. The time? She wasn't sure yet, pushing up from the bed and rubbing her skull-like head.

Bedroom. She was in a bedroom. The wolfess wobbled from the bed and padded back into the living room. There in the “kitchen" was the brutish Urakk, or “Bug," tending to some food with a fearsome meat hammer and cutting knife. Sarin was not present, but distant auditory cues hinted she was cleaning up, sounds of hissing water bouncing off the steel walls.

“Unf. What. . ." she rasped, feeling like she'd fought off a whole army. At her approach, Urakk glanced from the food he was prepping, giving her a doughy smile.

“Sleepy dog," he chimed. “Take it easy, why don'tcha. Makin' you two the best goddamn dinner this side of CivSector!"

Oh. Oh, right.

She stared at the muscular framework of the lizard Mutant, neon red eyes blinking. How did Sarin have the endurance?

Didn't matter. She made her way back to the couch, huffing. She was in the nake, but she didn't care. This was the deal, after all. Not long after, Sarin emerged, having cleaned herself from the “fiasco," sauntering back to the room in a short black top and panties.

When she spied Kura, she smirked. “Oho, look who's back from the dead. Thought you were out for good, wolfy."

Kura said nothing.

Sarin sat on an opposing chair, combing her still-wet hair. “I'm pretty impressed, Kura. Took it like a pro. You weren't kidding about being a playmate."

The bun continued, gesturing at Bug. “Hope you're hungry. We don't get great choice cuts in CivSector, but my man can whip up a mean dish. It's the least we can do."

Another pause. Sarin snickered, fully recovered despite Urakk's absolutely beastly fuck. “Silent treatment? Don't tell me you're getting' cold feet, big girl."

Kura leaned, raven locks falling over her shoulders. “Not at all."

This incurred a soft cackle from Sarin. “Pftahah. You need a second do ya'? Well, you held your own. Everybody needs a second wind after a tumble with Bug. Except me, of course."

She winked.

“You oughta' clean up. Only deal is you clean up any fur ya' leave behind."

After everything, that sounded real nice. The evening had been a blur, starting with a simple job, recovery of Kura's Xybrain, and then, well, them. Kura retreated to the shower, letting the hot water hiss against the contours of her body. The exo-skull frame tinged as water pattered the waterproof material, leaving her to think. Honestly, if having that big brute stuff his twelver deep into her pussy wasn't enough to earn Sarin's trust, what else would?

Still, far better to work with those two than the likes of the Malifectum, or be at the mercy of CSC. Fates far worse than death, those ends.

Returning, said couple was munching away at Urakk's prepped food. A bowl was left for Kura, along with her attire, neatly folded in a considerate pile. A token of unexpected generosity.

Sarin crossed her legs, gulping down a cube of seasoned protein. “I think I have a better opinion of ya' now, Kura. Trial by fuckin', and all that. Girl that can keep up with me and Bug in the sheets is nothin' to blink at."

Kura managed a rough chuckle. “Is that how you treat all your guests?"

“We don't have guests," said Urakk with a toothy smile. “Just targets."

“Then I'm flattered."

If she wasn't their victim, she was their. . . well, what exactly?

“I meant what I said earlier, Sarin," continued Kura. “Since I'm in your debt. I suppose I'll be doing this often, mm?"

Sarin waived a hand. “Easy girl. Don't get him all revved up again. But the answer is no. I'm not turnin' you out. Unless you want that, but I'll bet my ears you're not one for the streets. Mm. Nuh uh. You're kinda like our intern now. I don't know what the cut's gonna be, babe, but unlike your standard Middleman I'm not out to screw ya'."

She studied the wolfess. “You caught me at a good time, as it turns out."

“Is that right?"

The bunny leaned back in her recliner. “Yeah. The short version is this: I wanna' build a private merc outfit. I need hotties with bodies, fingers good with a trigger. I need killers. I need people I can trust. No more third-parties and Middlemen. I wanna' call the shots with Bug. And I think you are a good start."

The black wolfess granted a skeletal smile. “Ah. So I'm the 'hottie with the body,' mm?"

“You and I both know it's more than that. A Witch on our side? Ooo, baby."

Sarin set down her food. “You made a big deal about owin' me, so here's the deets: you work with us and for us. No third-parties, no other deals, no other jobs. You take what we take. But you get your cut, nice and fair. All things considered, I'm puttin' a lot of trust in someone I barely know, aside from how good those tits of yours feel."

“You have nothing to worry about," intoned Kura. “I meant what I said."

“I guess we'll see."

Kura shrugged. “Put me to work if you must. I have my second mind. I have everything I need."

Bug chuckled, slobbering down his food. “Rrrmf, if she was gonna' ice us, coulda' done it when I had my pants down, hahar."

True. Some of Sarin's easiest marks were the fellas or ladies all lost in passion. Kura kept to her word, despite how raunchy things got.

She conceded. Kura had numerous opportunities to backstab Sarin, and took none of them. Outside of her questionable proximity to Necrotech Black Code, she was all right. Screamed like a banshee, this one. Only question was how could was she in a combat scenario? She did mention something about “Chainsaw Familiars." That sounded. . . fucking awesome. In execution though, that was the unknown.

More to find out later.

“Guess I'll consider ya' one of us," concluded Sarin. “I expect you to deliver. But that also means we've got your back too. Understand?"

“Lone wolves die alone," Kura smirked.

“Rrmf, are we all friends now?" gruffed Bug.

“The best, with benefits," added Sarin.