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Author's Note: It occurs to me this is the second character in a series I've written up with the nickname "Val". Weird.

Val woke with a slight start, her senses disturbed by the unfamiliar environment before she was even fully awake. She saw the grey walls, smooth corners, and that field of blue energy--the only entrance or exit to the room, and it clicked. She was in an alien facility. No--an alien sex dungeon. She started to sit up, but a dark grey arm slid around her and pulled her back down gently. His arm. She didn't fight it.

Arvel wasn't awake yet, still sprawled out over half the large bed, the smaller form of Adora cuddled against him, their white fur blending in with the sheets like a snowbank. It gave her a moment to contemplate all that had happened, and the fact that it hadn't all been a dream. No, definitely not. She could still smell the deep musk of Solus, the 'interface' or construct, or whatever he was. She could still feel his warmth. He didn't say anything, letting her think quietly.

She thought back over all of it: she'd come in on a new assignment, been run through the mother of all security measures, passed through a fucking force-field of all things, met a sex bot beyond anything modern technology had come up with, and then... had sex with it. Him. Had sex with him. And lying beside her in bed was another merc, who'd done the same. She'd hoped this assignment wouldn't require her to use those weapons she came in with, but she hadn't expected... this.

And yet... it had been enjoyable. More than that. It had been downright revelatory. She felt more than refreshed--though she did feel very refreshed--she felt enlightened, like she knew more about herself, or at least like she was more confident in what she felt.

Solus' arm moved, hand drifting up her midsection to cup her left breast, fingers sinking into the firm flesh slowly. She sucked in a breath and held it, trying to bite back the needy groan she knew would break if she let it go. Instead, it came out as a quick gasp when one of his fingers flicked over her nipple and then circled it.

"Shhh," Solus hushed, louder than was necessary. "Don't want to wake him, do you?"

His low murmur was hot as hell, and it had that little vocal smirk beneath, an undercurrent that told her he knew how her pulse had quickened at the idea--accidentally waking Arvel with her moans, letting his first sight be her getting felt up by a dominant sex bot. His hand released, let her breathe, but she only got a few breaths in before his hand started sliding down, over her abs, making her shiver as he brushed over her navel lightly and continued downward. She expected him to start circling her clit, tensed for it, and his finger drifted there, stopping. And then he moved on, down between her legs.

Such a tease! She immediately blushed and cursed herself for the thought, knowing he could hear it.

Some of her tension relaxed as she let out another breath, but then his finger dipped between her folds, not penetrating, but dragging a slow path up toward her clit again. She felt the slickness of their recent pleasure spread by that finger, a reminder of how he'd pounded her while Arvel watched. Next to that, was it really so bad to let the white wolf see her in the midst of this awakening? She pushed that thought away.

But then Solus' hand lifted, drifted away, moving up again.

It stopped in front of her face, and she could smell the combined scent of Solus and herself. His finger hovered closer and she watched it approach her lips, dark grey fur glistening white. She knew what he expected, and knew that he knew she wanted it. She opened her mouth with a soft whine. His fingers moved in and dragged the pads up along her tongue, moving toward the back and stopping just before her gag reflex triggered, right at the edge of that instinctual discomfort. She squirmed. It was unreasonably hot. She closed her lips around the fingers as they stroked her tongue, and she breathed in.

And in came Arvel's musk. It was different from Solus' own scent, softer, not quite as earthy, but still masculine, more than enough to trigger her instincts. She let out a slow sigh, relaxing, and Solus' fingers slid out of her mouth--she missed them immediately.

"You like his scent?" Solus murmured. He asked it, but it wasn't a question. He knew.

"You'll enjoy the next room," he said.

The next room? Val's mind spun, thinking about all the things that room might contain. This one had just been a bed, but if this place could make anything, even lifelike sex droids, what could possibly be waiting for them? Then again, if this place could create things to this detail, why would they even need to switch rooms? She dismissed the train of thought; she'd drive herself crazy thinking about things like this.

"Mmmmnn..." Arvel's groan was low and husky from sleep, but still somehow had his signature swagger to its tone. Soon, his eyes were open--and she remembered his heterochromia, one eye a deep blue, the other soft brown--but even before then, Adora's ears had perked, her tail starting to thump the mattress.

"So d'you even need to sleep, or was this just for my benefit?" he chuckled, pulling the white she-wolf into him as she giggled.

"Like you didn't enjoy it," she said softly.

"Heh, I didn't say that," he smirked.

His casual arrogance was still a bit of a turn-off, reminding her of those old movies where the overly-masculine hero swooped in to save the beautiful damsel in distress. But at the same time, there was something in it that stirred her.

She sat up, and this time Solus didn't stop her.

"We should touch base with Apex," she said, then cleared her throat to dismiss the deep, drowsy tone of sleep. Arvel looked at her with an arched brow, still reclined, hands going behind his head.

"Don't you ever just enjoy yourself?" he asked, stretching out in a way that drew her eyes to his abs, then finishing with a smirk that let her know this had been his goal. She looked away with a blush and a scowl, feeling tricked.

"When I'm not on mission," she said, shooting him a disapproving look.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You've never been on a mission like this, though," he murmured, sitting up.

He was right, but she didn't dignify this with a response, throwing off the covers and looking around for her headset, only to see it appear directly in her field of view, held in Solus' paw. She took them from him, seeing his sly smirk that made her blush deepen.

Arvel continued to make a show of stretching out, joints popping as he twisted and arched his back, then pulling his knees up to his chest one at a time, showing off his muscled thighs like he was prepping for a long marathon and not just getting out of a bed. Adora, of course, fulfilled his inner desire by watching with rapt attention, practically worshipping him with her eyes.

Val slid her headset on, addressing Apex while beginning to gather the rest of her clothes.

"Command, Echo 2 reporting..." She trailed off. Reporting what, exactly? She couldn't just state into the microphone that her status was 'Fully conscious and thoroughly fucked'. "Reporting nominal status," she decided.

"More than nominal, looks like," came a male voice she at first mistook for Arvel's, but when she whipped around, he hadn't even gotten his shirt on yet, much less his headset. Apex must have switched out whoever was overseeing their op while they slept. Val wondered idly what time it was in the outside world.

"How was your first 'mission' with the sex droids?" asked the new voice--he was just slightly deeper in tone than Arvel, though no less cocky. Great, she thought sarcastically. Just what we needed, someone who takes this even less seriously than Arvel.

"Echo 2, please respond," the voice said. "State initial mission report. Please be honest, and do remember this is going on record."

"Command, this is Echo 1." She turned again and saw Arvel with his headset on, shuffling into his shirt. "Mission has been highly enjoyable so far."

Val rolled her eyes and didn't even try to cover the mic as she sighed, promptly pulling on her boots.

"Care to go into any detail?" the new voice asked.

"Gladly," Arvel said. "This little perky--"

"Save it for the written report, Braddock," Val said. She almost never cut off a squad mate, especially when they were reporting back to a superior, but this was very different from her army days. She didn't need to hear him going on about how tight Adora was or whatever.

Val expected to turn back and see Arvel pouting at her for ruining his fun, but when she looked, his smile was... almost sheepish?

"Copy that," he said. An unexpectedly courteous move from him. And there was no glint of some underlying scheme in his eye--he really felt bad for making her uncomfortable. Something stirred in her chest again, but it was different, warmer than when she'd gotten caught staring at his exposed abs.

"On to the next room," the voice of Solus cut in through her contemplations, commanding as ever, jarring her into mission mode again. The new handler on their headset was not a comfort, and Val had started to feel boxed in by the overconfidence of this new guy and Arvel, up until he'd actually yielded in the face of her discomfort. But Solus' order--indirect as it was--did help. It felt good having a direction to move in.

The sound of a soft electrical buzz caught her attention, and she turned to see a new energy field formed from the opposite wall to the one they'd come through. It was fairly obvious this was the way forward, but she still found herself glancing at Solus for confirmation. He nodded, then stepped forward toward it. She followed.

It struck her as interesting that he wasn't guiding her as he had last time, no arm on her shoulder, no physical contact between them as they stepped toward the force-field. They both slowed their pace to allow Arvel and Adora to take the lead like it was an official formation they'd practiced, the little she-wolf trailing just behind him with a bright smile. Arvel passed through the field, his form absorbed by the rippling energy, followed by Adora, then Solus, and finally she stepped through, remembering the oddly cool sensation as she moved into the next room.

But when she came through the other side, the only one standing there was Arvel. The room was the same as the first one just after they'd come through, nothing but those smooth grey walls of unidentifiable material, only emptier. No bed. No highly advanced alien androids. Just the two mercs.

"So what's the deal with--" Arvel started, probably about to ask Adora a question, but his expression became a look of surprise when he turned around and saw only Val standing there. She gave a shrugging 'I don't know' gesture.

"Command?" Arvel asked, lifting a paw to his headset. "You still copy?"

"Copy," the male voice said, still with that casual tone that bothered Val. But it was good they hadn't lost contact, at least.

"Right," Arvel said, turning to scan the rest of the room with new confidence, like it was a puzzle to solve. "You're not going to give us any hints, I'm guessing?"

"Hints about what?" the voice asked with a slight chuckle. "It's an alien sex dungeon. What do you think you're supposed to do?"

Val tensed, going still. Arvel turned slowly to look at her, no smirk on his face this time, eyes wide.

"Huh..." was his only remark.

***

Val stood, staring at the bed, then glanced at Arvel, taking in the sight of the tall white wolf. Then back to the bed again. She expected him to immediately start disrobing, but he seemed to sense her hesitation.

He was handsome enough, that was for sure. But... he wasn't a high-tech sex drone. He was real.

"Look," she sighed. One of his ears quirked. "I'm sure you're a nice guy and all. And there's... probably worse mercs I could get into bed with..."

He smirked slightly, the crooked ear standing straight again.

"But..." She found herself unable to finish the sentence, and not just from uncertainty.

"Nah, I get it," he said. "It's a different thing, right?"

He turned his brown and blue eyes to the bed with a soft smile.

"Adora was great 'cuz I didn't have to worry about pleasing her--" His ears twitched, then flattened, and she saw him blush for the first time, a sight she guessed was likely rare. It made her smirk a bit. "I mean, that sounded wrong. Not that, y'know, being in bed with a girl is like a hassle or anything."

He chuckled awkwardly and she laughed.

"I know what you mean," she said, offering a softer smile. "Everyone's got their own thing. Never know if someone will have a positive reaction to what you do."

"Right, yeah," he laughed, sounding relieved.

There was a silence that was longer than it had any right to be, and during this Val remembered the new Apex commander had been listening to the entire conversation.

"Remember that you can leave at any time, Echo 2," came the voice over their headset, suddenly a gentler and much less cocky manner.

She turned and looked back behind them at the rippling field over the entrance.

"No," she said after a second. "I'm not ready for this yet, but I do want to keep exploring."

"Well then let's go," Arvel said. She smiled and followed after him, toward the new exit as the bed melted into the floor behind them.

***

The next room seemed like nothing new. At least at first. Solus and Adora still hadn't reappeared, and Val wondered if they'd ever see them again. But despite the plain, featureless walls of the room, this one did hold something new.

She and Arvel saw the floor morph and bulge upward again, the surface reforming, but she expected it to shift into just another bed, so she glanced away to see if the walls were any different at all. They weren't, and when she turned back to the center of the room, there was no bed. Instead, there was...

"A bondage machine?" Arvel said curiously, a smirk pulling at the edge of his muzzle.

Val wanted to protest, but he was right. That was exactly what the thing clearly was. It was like a futuristic variant of the chairs they used in a dentist's office--not exactly the most arousing thought, but that was the only description that popped into her head. It was a padded seat, a rounded headrest at the top, with branching segments that stretched out from the center, clearly meant for her limbs, and restraints where her wrists and ankles would be.

She hadn't fully acknowledged it until that thought, but it was definitely for her. It couldn't have been for Arvel. He looked at her with that embarrassing smirk, and she knew he'd had the same idea. Her ears pinned and she felt yet another blush beneath her fur.

"I feel like this is like when you skip a level in a video game," he mused. "You just get thrown into the tougher part without the buildup."

She glowered at the machine. Was he right? Had she missed her chance to voluntarily get into bed with him and now this weird place was asking her to get into this contraption and let him do what he wanted?

No. Everyone from Apex to Solus and Adora had assured them both that this place wouldn't make them feel uncomfortable, wouldn't put them through anything they didn't want. She looked back at the door. It was still there; she could still leave. But...

She frowned, thinking. If the place didn't want her to be uncomfortable, why would it give them a room with a bed, clearly expecting them to have sex? Why even present an option and let them skip it? Wouldn't every room be filled with only what they wanted if the place was tapped into their minds?

Her ears perked as a thought occurred to her: maybe, with the absence of Solus and Adora--their interfaces--the Facility had lost the ability to look inside their heads. But why? Was this the equivalent of a glitch?

"Val? You good?"

Arvel's voice jarred her back to reality and she blinked, looking at him. Then looking at the machine.

"Yeah..." she said, distantly. She hated to admit it, but she was curious. Fuck. Did the place read subconscious desires too? Could it see things she didn't even know she wanted? "Fuck."

She stepped forward and the restraints on the machine unclasped, beckoning.

If the place knew what she wanted, maybe it would know she wasn't interested in Arvel. Not yet, at least. But she'd been hesitant with Solus too. Maybe she just needed him to take charge. She took another step.

Besides, Arvel himself had enough insight to know when she was uncomfortable. This thought relaxed her. Even if the Facility was glitching out, he wouldn't try anything she didn't want.

"Well..." she said, "here goes nothing."

She stepped forward and the restraints on the machine unclasped, beckoning.

If the place knew what she wanted, maybe it would know she wasn't interested in Arvel. Not yet, at least. But she'd been hesitant with Solus too. Maybe she just needed him to take charge. She took another step.

Besides, Arvel himself had enough insight to know when she was uncomfortable. This thought relaxed her. Even if the Facility was glitching out, he wouldn't try anything she didn't want.

"Well..." she said, "here goes nothing."