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From an outward glance, the Red Wolf Den was not a special bar. Just another one of the hundreds that pockmarked Botha's Lower District. It sat in a space that once used to be a telemarketing office, and before that the scene of a rather grizzly murder. It didn't make the Den any more special than anywhere else. The Lower District was just brimming with that kind of history.

The bar's minimalist logo of a sleeping wolf curled into a tight ball had become a familiar and welcome sight in the maze cramped red and blue tinged alleys that comprised most of the district. Its dull flickering neon glow promised a welcome reprieve from the muggy air that threatened to clog up Sage's lungs with every breath that the albino coyote took. That first puff of cooled air as he descended down a small flight of spiraling stairs and walked through the front doors... few things were as refreshing as that.

In here, it finally felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. All simply thanks to the atmosphere of the bar. Quiet and chill, unlike many other places that themed themselves around the bustling nightlife that Botha was renowned for.

Although in way, Sage did have a bias. Having worked here alongside Zaffi under Alva's guiding hand for so long simply made him see things that way. He figured that at some point he would grow tired of it, seeing the same place with the same faces over and over again. But that day never really came. He was all the better for it; Sage didn't rightly know what he would be doing, had it not been for Alva and her Den.

At this hour, most of the Den had already been emptied out. Zaffira, the only bartender other than him that was on shift so late at night, had her back to him. The denim-clad grey feline was busying herself with an imposing and equally impressive wall of precariously perched liquor bottles. That only meant that things were finally winding down, and soon enough they'd all be able to go home. Despite that, Zaffi worked diligently. She was as careful when taking inventory as she was when mixing drinks.

Sage watched for a few moments, unknowingly letting his eyes wander over her slim figure as he picked at his teeth with one of his claws. Zaffi wasn't built tall, but that suited her better. She moved with a sort of flowing grace that tied nicely with her natural athleticism. A row of silver and ivory piercings lined her short triangular ears. If it hadn't been for how she normally dressed, some would have taken her as the type of quiet and calm girl that had spent a mostly sheltered life. In fact, what lay underneath was a sometimes brash, stubborn, and blunt individual. Sage wouldn't have changed a single thing about her.

Beside her stood Alva, the other figure in his life, and the owner of the Red Wolf Den. Older than both of them by a little over a decade, but she didn't look nor acted the part. Anyone who caught the sight of her large form would instantly understand where the Den got its namesake from.

Her fur was a bright red, wild and untamed. It grew like a mane around her neck, giving the wolf an almost larger-than-life aura about her. It so harshly clashed with her yellow eyes that sometimes Sage could make out their colors from across the room. By its own right, that would have been enough for Alva to turn heads wherever she went. But in Alva's case, that was by far her most tame feature.

The imposing Arakan wolf was equal parts circuits and metal as she was flesh and bone. Sage found it impossible not to stare, even despite the years that he had spent living under her wing. Like a sort of armored plating that had been molded to take an organic shape, pieces of metal had been grafted into her body. What had not been seamlessly integrated into her was instead cut out entirely and replaced with metallic modifications: her ears, her lower jaw, and even both of her legs to name the most obvious changes. And that was just what he could see from an outside glance.

What resulted then was a wolf that hardly resembled who she had been before, or who she could have been had Alva not taken any of the mods. Much taller, far stronger, with her senses so attuned to her surroundings it was almost frightening.

Even in Botha, many would consider the extent of her body mods to be... excessive. Stupid. Outright dangerous. He's never thought anything wrong of it, and he knew for a fact that neither did Zaffi. That was simply the reality they were introduced to when Alva took the two of them in. But it didn't stop them from worrying.

Like everyone with a bit of common sense, they understood that there was a careful balance that had to maintained when it came to mods and augmentations. Alva straddled that line, and then outright disregarded it. A part of him sometimes wondered just how she managed to live so long without her body violently rejecting the amalgamation of implants it had been subjected to. But then he'd remember all the medications and the long list drugs, legal and otherwise, that just barely managed to hold her together at times. It saddened him, but this was her choice, and it wasn't his place to judge.

Alva took note of him as he came through the door, but said nothing as she silently stared at him with a warm smile. She was taller than Zaffi and himself by almost a head and half. It was impossible to miss her. He returned her smile, small and shy, and heaved up the bags of food he'd been carrying with him.

"Fucking finally!" Zaffi turned, her nose rapidly twitching. The overwhelming smell of fried rice and stir-fried noodles was hard to ignore. "What the hell took you so long?"

"Zaffira," chided Alva, who had crossed her arms under her ample bust in disapproval. She had come her way around the bar and closed the gap between herself Sage. Her large strides and heavy footfalls echoed with thunderous thuds throughout the Den. "Behave yourself." Even her voice had a distinct synthetic tone to it. Sage found it impossible to even imagine what it would have sounded like otherwise.

Zaffi only glared at Alva for a moment, her eyes flashing a series of colours as the cybernetics processed her quickly varying range of emotions. They finally settled to a deep purple that reminded Sage of the ocean as she sighed and leaned against the counter. "Do you realize how long he took?"

"Two hours, kitten. I'm not stupid." Alva's attention then fell back on Sage, who had been watching with an amused smirk right up until that moment. Whenever she stood right up against him, he felt as small as he did while walking through the alleys of the District. It was the same feeling he got when he looked upward to the maze of towering structures that connected with one another, creating a canopy of concrete, glass, and steel. He had to crane his neck up just as harshly as Alva needed to look down so that their eyes could meet. "I'm sure Sage has a perfectly reasonable explanation. Hm?"

Alva left her question lingering in the air as she got to parting out the food Sage had brought. Had she really wanted an answer, she would have been breathing down his neck over it. The truth of the matter was that she didn't see any obvious injuries in him, and it didn't look like he was in any immediate danger. Good enough for her.

It was the sort of silent understanding that Alva shared with himself and Zaffi. Just one of her few unspoken 'golden rules'.

"Come, kits. And behave yourselves this time."

Zaffi was a whole lot less confrontational when she wasn't running on an empty tank, and Alva became a lot warmer and talkative, although that might have just been her tableside manners coming through. She led most of the conversation as the three of them slowly picked their way through the meals, throwing out questions and comments that would hopefully incite something more than a yes or no answer. Alva's presence on the table was hard to ignore, if not by her sheer physical size then simply with how easily she managed to carry on talking, despite any distractions.

Sage didn't know if it came with the modifications that she had done to herself - her confidence, that is. Much like Zaffi, by the time he had met Alva she was already knee-deep in mods. Maybe she had been a shy girl in the past, and had a procedure done to make herself more confident with others. Or perhaps she had always been this way - it wouldn't surprise him; most Arakan wolves he'd met throughout the years all seemed to share a common trait like that.

Alva reflected back on the past week. She asked them about how they felt the Den had done and listened intently while carefully gauging their expression. If she felt like someone wasn't telling the whole story, Alva would prick and prod until she got them to spill it all out. Sage knew that it came with the years of knowledge under her belt. Alva was aware of each one of his and Zaffi's quirks, and thus knew how to properly exploit them to her ends.

Then, once she felt like they had talked enough business, the conversation was moved to each one of them individually. It was not an interrogation, even if to Sage it sometimes felt like one. Simply the genuine curiosity of a wolf that managed to be a little too intense at times.

There wasn't much to say on that end. Theirs was a comparatively simple life, all things considered. Their days revolved around the Den, and what free time they had wasn't spent that far out of the Lower District either. It really was a wonder that they hadn't grown tired of each other's faces yet. But Sage knew that Zaffira had a genuine investment in the bar, and in turn, this family. He felt the same way too. And Alva? Well, she started it all, so there was no doubting just how much she cared.

It had taken him some time, but it no longer felt odd to call this his family, as strange as they looked together. A cat, an albino coyote, and a cyborg wolf. None of them were related to one another, either by blood or through official jurisdiction. Alva never bothered trying to officially adopt him or Zaffira.

Things just... they fell into place. Sage didn't so much stumble into Alva as much as it was that she found him, put his broken pieces back together, and made him a part of her life. The same could be said for Zaffi. Either one of them had the option of leaving whenever they wanted to, Alva was always open about that. He'd thought of it, but never managed to go through with doing something like that.

At the end of the day, Sage and Zaffi had been luckier than most. It probably wasn't the line of thinking that Alva wanted them to have, but they always reminded themselves of the fact. He would never forget it.

Sage was abruptly brought out his thoughts when he felt something brush up against his thigh. He shifted uncomfortably, glanced down, and noted a metal foot that rubbed against the inside of his thigh with the controlled precision that only a machine could have.

Alva had been watching him with an intense stare, but he was so lost in himself he hadn't taken notice until after she decided to make a move. Sage felt his chest tighten up, struggling to fight back a gentle whimper as Alva's foot rubbed in just a little closer to his groin. It was just enough that she could tease at his quickly hardening erection without outright rubbing against it.

His cock tented against his jeans, throbbing with every small touch as it bulged out against the fabric. It was impossible to ignore by the mere fact that it felt too good. Sage huffed, rolling his hips in a slight back and forth motion as he snaked a hand down to grasp at his length.

"Zaffira," muttered Alva, who didn't stop looking at Sage as she brought her foot closer to his member. It pressed tight against his bulge, slowly rubbing each inch from crown to base. "Be a dear, and help me out of my shirt." She finally looked to Zaffi, who sat in a sort of stunned silence as she watched Sage whimper into his hand. It had become impossible for him to hide the pleasure any longer - doing so would have driven him insane. "Zaffira."

The feline blinked herself out of that daze and turned to Alva, who presented herself with slightly upturned arms. From her angle, she could make out how hard her nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt, like two black diamonds.

Zaffira nodded and silently found herself behind Alva's chair. She wrapped her arms around from behind the wolf's neck and then slowly teased her hands down to her breasts. Alva moaned with satisfaction when Zaffi began teasing her nipples with each of her thumbs while using the rest of her hand to massage the surprisingly soft flesh under her fingertips. It was an almost mesmerizing sight for Sage, who watched as Zaffira leaned in and placed a tender kiss to the side of Alva's neck.

"That's good," mumbled Alva through a soft pant of breath as she hooked her hand around to the back of Zaffi's neck, effectively holding her in place. "Just like that, kitten..." Her eyes fluttered briefly as she immersed herself in the sensation, but then quickly snapped back to reality as Zaffi pressed a second light kiss against her neck. "Sage."

The coyote's ears twitched when she called out his name. His eyes darted down when she pulled her leg back, then back up at the wolf to see that Zaffira had dipped her hands under Alva's shirt. They roamed her body, exploring every inch as if it were her first time, teasing at whatever tender flesh she could find.

As much as he could have sat back and watched, and as badly as he wanted to do that, he still couldn't ignore Alva's intense gaze. She silently demanded for more than what she was getting. Sage gulped, and with his heart hammering against his throat, he dipped down below the table.

Her pants had already been discarded down to her ankles, and her legs were spread wide, inviting him in. Sage crawled up between Alva's legs and anchored a hand to each of her thighs as he stared at her pussy, which glistened under his attention. Viscous strands of her excitement crisscrossed her labia and dripped down to the chair underneath. Every breath he took was her, all of her. Her free hand fell on the spot between his ears and impatiently tugged him toward her core.

Sage gave her folds and exploratory lick, marveling at how easily Alva shuddered when the tip of his tongue brushed up against her clit. Salty, sweet, acrid... he couldn't place his finger on why it was such an addicting taste. Sage knew it wasn't natural, Alva's flavor, but it made him want more.

He pushed his tongue up between her swollen outer lips and began rubbing it in a gentle up and down motion as his nose buried itself up against Alva's clit. The wolf moaned into Zaffira's mouth, both her hands instinctively holding her kits harder against her as she began grinding her hips up against Sage's face. The pointed tip of his tongue gently poked into her entrance, not quite enough to fully penetrate her, before it traced a thin line upward between her inner folds toward her pleasure buzzer. He briefly glanced up at the towering figure above him, who now sat shirtless and with her head twisted to once side as she held Zaffira against her mouth. Theirs was a sloppy kiss, he could hear the audible _shlick_as Alva roughly rubbed her large tongue against Zaffira's own.

Alva's fingers dug into his skull, her claws threatening to push into his skin. Sage got the message. He turned his attention back down and fully focused on Alva own pleasure as he rubbed his tongue against her labia and, in one sudden motion, pushed it past her threshold and into her clenching walls.

By then, Sage felt like he was swallowing down mouthfuls of her juices, and he couldn't get enough of it. Alva shuddered down to her core, her pussy clenching tight against his wriggling tongue, as if she were trying to draw out every last bit of pleasure that she could out of him. The wolf easily held his head in place as she began to facefuck the coyote where he knelt, grinding with as much force as she could muster from the slightly awkward angle. Every breath he let out was another small and welcome sensation as that hot air brushed harshly between her legs.

Her legs locked themselves in place around Sage's head, those large thighs holding him steady as he obediently fucked her pussy with his tongue and sucked on her bud, uncaring with how Alva had practically soaked his face by now. With both hands now free, she roughly grabbed Zaffira by her hips and hoisted the girl unto her lap. Sage's view was thus solely encapsulated by Alva's pussy, which dominated his attention with its overpowering scent and taste, while Zaffira hung overhead like a squirming doll, her toned ass and tight clenching lips just a potential few inches away from him.

With a satisfied sigh, Alva leaned back against her chair and allowed both her kits to tend to her. Zaffira's mouth quickly attached to one of her nipples, on which she nibbled and licked and sucked until it throbbed with a dull pain. The whole of Sage's tongue found its mark back up to her clit, which he circled for a few moments before lapping away like a thirsty mutt.

"Good boy," mused Alva with genuine pride as she let out a shaky breath of air. "Just... just like that. You're doing so - ah!" Her words only worked in further pushing Sage as pushed his tongue into her tight and wet canal as deep in as he could get it and rubbed it upward until he felt a small, slightly rougher patch. "Gods, yes! Don't sto - mmmph!" Zaffira's mouth found Alva's as she worked both her hands on the wolf's breasts, tweaking and pinching her saliva-slickened nipples. The feline's arguably smaller tongue pushed into Alva's snout and batted down the wolf's larger muscle, which she licked and then loudly sucked on.

Sage redoubled his efforts, quickly trading between assaulting Alva's clit and rubbing his tongue against her g-spot in rapid succession. It was one part an indecisiveness on his end, and another part being a pure and unfiltered desire to drive Alva past her breaking point. The headlock that Alva's thighs had him in only grew tighter as her muffled moans reached their crescendo. Had it not been for Zaffira's needy, sloppy, and borderline aggressive kiss, Alva would have been screaming out their names.

A flush of heat overcame Sage. Alva's slick walls clenched with a vice-like grip, refusing to let go as she lost control of her spasming muscles. A sudden flow of her off-white girl cum gushed into his mouth in a seemingly never-ending set of waves, which he hungrily swallowed with zealous fervor while struggling to get in as close to her as he could, wanting nothing more than to fill her pussy with as much of his tongue as he could.

Zaffira parted lips with Alva just as a long and drawn out moan was suddenly forced out of her. The overwhelming shudder that began at her core spread like wildfire through the rest of her body. When Zaffira felt Alva's fingers digging into her sides, she leaned forward and pressed her lips right up against Alva's neck, murmuring sweet nothings as she planted kiss after kiss and lick after lick on that sensitive spot. She refused to let Alva ride off that high without a little more input from her.

The white-furred coyote was finally afforded a little more breathing room as Alva's hold around his neck slackened. He pulled back a couple of inches, drawing out a thick strand of Alva's sweet nectar that he obediently licked up, sending yet another shiver through Alva's core. Fem-cum dripped from his whiskers and matted the fur to his face. He couldn't help but marvel at his work with an odd sense of pride.

"Gods..." Alva struggled to control her breathing, tongue lolling slightly from between her lips as she panted for breaths of fresh air. "You two are... that was incredible." The delight in her lazy eyes quickly shifted to one of deviousness as she wrapped her arms tight around Zaffira's midsection, pinning the girl to the wolf's body. "Your turn, kitten."

"W-Wait. I - F-Fuck!" Zaffi squirmed as she felt Sage's long rough tongue push into her slick entrance without so much as a warning lick. She tensed up completely, her long slender tail swatting back and forth and Sage hungrily began pistoning his tongue back and forth into her pussy. "Faster, Sage!" Every inch of him felt like it was trying to spread her apart as her pussy clenched tight and struggled against the wriggling intruder.

He deliberately brought his tongue out to the very tip, then drove in as much as he could get in one sudden motion. On the way out he collected her juices, which lacked that taste that Alva had but still somehow managed to be just as intoxicating, and swallowed whatever he could get. Zaffira tried pulling away as the sensations grew to a pleasurably painful point, but Alva's tight grip on her meant that at best all she could do was wriggle her hips back and forth. To Sage, from his position under her, it only looked like Zaffi was begging for more. He happily obliged.

"G-Gonna cum!" Whimpered Zaffi, much to Alva's silent amusement, as the feline tensed up in her arms. She barely managed to stifle her moan as she fell limp into the thick coat of Alva's red fur, trembling through the aftershocks of her all too quick orgasm as she felt Sage's tongue slowly slip out of her, from wide base to tapered tip.

"See? Wasn't that good?" Alva nearly giggled as she hoisted the limp cat further up her body, cradling Zaffi steady against herself while comfortingly rubbing a hand across her back. "Kit? Are you there?"

Sage had sat back on his rump, taking moment to catch his breath as a hot blush reddened his cheeks. He barely backed off, just enough that he stayed hidden underneath the table. "Y-Yes mum."

"Gonna come up for air soon?"

She had a point. Although he hadn't noticed in the heat of the moment, the underside of the table had become a hot and stuffy box. Sage shifted uncomfortably, idly licking up some of Alva's juices that still clung to his chin, and crawled out from under the table. The wolf was looking down at him with a satisfied smile. All the intensity in her yellow eyes were gone, replaced now with nothing but contentment.

"Help me with the kitten. I want this table spotless before we go home."