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Martin stood outside a door he'd told everyone in the cafe to avoid like the plague. It stayed locked and only had a slot for him to push letters through. He carefully slid the envelope into the opening and watched it disappear into the room. He turned to walk away when the door slowly creaked open.

He was greeted by a haunting sight, if not a puzzling one as a white-furred wolf stood clad in a gray suit, similar to the ones worn by other staff, holding the letter that was tucked away in the envelope and looking it over curiously as he adjusted a pair of glasses.

"I certainly wasn't expecting you to still be here at this time, usually you'd have left by now."

"Oh, I, uh... Good evening, Lycus. Since you're up, would you like to reconvene in my office?" Martin avoided eye contact as he spoke, motioning down the hall.

"No better place to talk. It must be something quite important if you're actually approaching me in person this time around."

"It is. Let's go."

The two made the short walk to Martin's office in awkward silence. Martin wrung his paws together tight enough to leave a tinge of redness in his palms. Lycus just looked forward and held his paws behind his back, his shoes accentuating the silence with a short clip as they struck the flooring. Martin opened his door with a quiet gulp and ushered the wolf inside, the two of them taking seats on opposite sides of his desk.

"So what's the matter at hand?" Lycus broke the silence first.

"The dads are starting to find their soulmates. If all goes to plan and they leave the cafe behind we'll need a new Five Fathers."

"I see." Lycus rubbed his chin. "It was bound to happen eventually. However, why would we require another set of five specifically?"

Martin placed a pocket watch on the table. "When I made the watches, I decided on only five at a time. That way I can monitor them more easily."

"But what's preventing the current five from staying once they find their soulmates; outside of the current quarrels amongst them?"

"The what now? Am I missing something?"

"I'm sure you recall one of them resigning recently. Do you honestly believe it was an entirely spontaneous change of heart? It had to have been spurred by something."

"I figured it was because he found his soulmate. What, you think it was something else that affected his decision?"

"Martin I don't think, I know. You should be well aware that not much escapes my notice within these walls. Think back to your conversation with Donny. I'm sure you can recall more than just that."

"Lycus, you know I'm a fucking idiot. Please spell it out for me..."

"I'll do you one better." The wolf's eyes seemed to glow for a brief moment before the scenery changed.

The two were still seated within the office, but by all appearances they were now in the locker rooms, overhearing the conversation that had played out as Donny hid in a remote area of the room.

"Each of them is struggling with something quite personal and while I pull a number of strings to keep things running, there is only so much I have sway over.. especially when it comes to matters outside of this establishment. "

As the wolf spoke scenes passed by their eyes: a brief moment of Bruce with a bouquet of flowers, Apollo expressing doubt in himself, and Donny lying on the stage. Each scene flashed between the two of them, blurring in their transitions and lingering just a moment before their scene changed back once more to the familiarity of the bear's office.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention." Martin struggled to hold an even tone as his mind attempted to grasp the gravity of each situation that played before him.

"But of course. Even if I oversee things here you're still the one ultimately calling the shots. You need to be aware of what's going on."

Martin tried to stop himself from shaking and failed miserably. Lycus didn't respond; though he could obviously see that his friend was struggling with the visions he was shown. Once the bear had his emotions in check once more, he looked to Lycus.

"Well knowing this happened is one thing... What should I do about it? Despite owning a dad cafe I'm awful at people."

"Well, to start with, are the others informed of Donny's resignation?"

"Not yet."

"Personally, I think they all should be informed collectively. You can say that you suspected potential harassment based on how Donny was acting. Remind them of what he's done for everyone, both patrons and the other fathers and staff. You can also request that anyone with information about why he may have left speak to you privately so it can be addressed. Or, if you'd prefer, I could have a word with them though they may not like it." Martin could see a flash of something in Lycus's eyes.

"I don't think I'll go that far. I'll definitely bring up the harassment in one way or another though and make sure they know it's not tolerated. I don't want to have you involved personally unless it's 100% necessary."

"Suit yourself. It's rather clear that both Bruce and Dirk had a significant impact on him, even if Donny wasn't supposed to hear what they were saying. Actions have consequences, and they should know what their actions did at the very least."

"Ok, I'll take your advice. Should I actually dole out punishment?"

"I'm not sure what would be considered fitting in this case. But you would probably know more than anyone what guilt can do, it's possible that could be punishment enough."

"Speaking of which... about my punishment. Lay it on me."

“Excuse me?" The wolf looked genuinely confused as he eyed the bear sitting across from him who's expression soured and darkened at the response.

“You heard me. What I've done was..IS unforgivable, I should be punished for it." Lycus shook his head, which only seemed to frustrate Martin further.

"You already made your own punishment for three years. I don't see why I need to cause any further harm." Lycus made the motion to begin standing up to leave but quickly found himself unable to when he found himself stuck after only standing halfway out of his chair.

Martin slammed his desk hard enough to leave a corner missing; his temper flared and danced across his face for the briefest of moments before being quickly doused by his guilt, replacing the expression with one of sorrow and longing. "Why...? Why don't you hate me? I ruined your life..."

Lycus tilted his head to the side. "Hate you? Ruined my life? Is that really what you believe you've done? In the beginning, it was painful, I admit; but now? I'm able to do things I've never imagined possible."

"Don't just act like what I did three years ago didn't happen. Please.. you can't just shrug off the very thing that keeps me up at night like it was nothing!" As Martin spoke, memories played before his eyes of the very same person before him lying on the ground writhing and howling in agony not too far from where they were now. “At least hit me or something. I've been living with my mistake ever since."The bear's gaze cast downward as his hands curled into fists in his lap; hidden by his desk.

"I'm not pretending it didn't happen. But as you said it was three years ago. That's quite a bit of time and you've no idea the progress I've made while being hidden away." The wolf held out his palm as a flame began to sputter and flicker to life in his hand, the fire grew before shimmering and changing color, eventually shaping into and creating small images: Martin saw the flame transform into a partly setting sun over a sandy beach, the colors then changing as the flame took the form of the moon before the wolf closed his palm and the flame was extinguished. "I've well forgiven you by now."

"If you won't punish me I'll just keep punishing myself." Martin crossed his arms and huffed.

Lycus arched an eyebrow before a slight grin tugged at his maw. "If you're keen on accepting some form of punishment..." The bear reclining in his chair felt it go back even further until it came crashing to the ground with him still firmly planted in it. "There, now I've 'done something' about it."

"Thank you..." Martin huffed. "Ow..."

Lycus stood up and walked over to the bear prone on the floor and helped him up.

"But now I think the bigger issue is what are you going to do? Along with what do you need me to do?"

"We need to keep the numbers stable. I need new dad targets. Can you supply?"

"I'll see what I can do and get back to you. It takes a bit of time to set up but you'll have a list by the end of tomorrow."

"Please and thank you. The sooner we do this the better."

Lycus nodded. "Consider it done. And it's good to see you after so long." As the wolf turned towards the door Martin pulled him into his chest and wrapped him in a hug.

"I'm so sorry... I missed you."

Lycus seemed stunned for a moment before returning the simple gesture and rubbing the bear's back.

"And I've missed you as well." He exited Martin's office with a smile on his face, returning to his room for the evening to make his necessary preparations.

With a long sigh, Martin's shoulders slumped forward and he ran a hand through his hair out of nervous habit. Taking a deep breath he stood up, collecting his things before walking out the door himself and closing up for the night to go home.

Martin was propped on his knees and elbows, playing his Switch whilst Ronnie pounded his ass vigorously. The badger's forceful thrusts rocked him towards the screen as Martin tried to concentrate on the game with the feeling of him deep inside of his ass. Just moments ago, Ronnie had returned home to find Martin in that position, pants off and hole fully slicked up, as if waiting for him to dive into his fuzzy cheeks. Of course, Dadger couldn't leave his son unsatisfied and slipped out of his slacks, leaving his sweater on.

Ronnie panted, “Are you winning, son?"

“Any day with you on top of me is a win, dad." Martin huffed back as his character spiked the other off the edge. “Yes! I three stocked him!"

“I'm about to stock you, cub." Ronnie pumped a few more times before crashing into Martin's hole, dumping his load deep in the bear.

“AUGH! Damn, Ronnie, you fuck better than the best of them." Martin huffed, discarding his controller.

“Language, son. I taught you better than that," Ronnie chastised the bear playfully.

“Ok, Dadger. I'm sorry~."

Ronnie slowly slipped out and pulled Martin into his lap. Martin nuzzled under his chin and murred softly, his hole leaking out dad cum onto the badger's lap and onto the floor.

“I had a long day at the office. I'm glad you agreed to help me de-stress."

“Anytime, cub. Wanna talk to ol' Dadger?" Ronnie rubbed circles into Martin's belly.

“I'd probably bore you."

“I'm the old man here. Aren't I supposed to be the 'boring one'?" Ronnie joked. “Now c'mon. Out with it."

“Well," Martin took a deep breath, then said, “Donny stepped down as one of the Five Fathers and I had to talk to someone I haven't seen in three years to sort out the mess this is gonna make."

Ronnie gasped, “Donny's not a Father anymore?"

“Well, he's given up his watch, but he's still technically a Father at the café. He didn't quit… yet." Martin wiped his brow.

“Are you worried he'll leave?"

“No…" Dadger gave him a stern glare. Martin looked away and pulled at his collar. “Very much so, hence why tomorrow we're going on a scouting mission."

“We haven't gone scouting in over a year. Are you sure it's that serious?"

Martin stood up and turned away from Ronnie. “If I don't employ a certain number of dads, I could be in trouble. I've been coasting the borderline for a while now."

“Y'know, I've always wondered why you hadn't hired more than the dads we have now." Ronnie tapped a finger to his chin. "I mean the more the merrier I always say."

“It's just the cost of doing business. Are you with me?" Martin kneeled in front of Ronnie and held his paw out.

“You know I'll do anything for my cub." Ronnie smiled and took his paw. “I'm in."

Martin stood, pulling Ronnie with him, and hugged him tightly. “Thanks, Ronnie."

The next day, Martin and Ronnie went to check out the place the bear had "chosen" to find their new dads.

“You sure this is the place, kiddo?" Ronnie looked up at the sign for the bathhouse. It was heavily tilted to one side and the outside had been overgrown with weeds.

“My Intel says there's a dad in here that really loves washing younger patron's backs. They didn't go into detail, but if I'm right, he does more than just scrub backs. He'd be perfect for the café."

“Well, your Intel hasn't been wrong yet."

The pair walked through the sliding door. They were met with a nicer looking interior and a place to remove their shoes. Once at the desk, they were met with an old Shiba lady in a kimono.

“How can I help you, gentlemen?" She asked them, her voice carrying a lot farther than they thought possible.

“Two for the baths please." Martin handed her a golden credit card.

“Oh, of course!" She swiped the card and returned it. Then, she handed them two keys. “Towels and robes are in the room right before you reach your lockers to your right. Please enjoy your stay."

“Thank you, ma'am. We will." Ronnie bowed and threw his arm around Martin, guiding him into the hallway.

They scanned everyone they walked past for the man they could possibly be looking for. None of the people seemed to match the bill.

“You sure he's here today?" Ronnie asked.

“He's always here on Mondays and Thursdays. The medicinal bath is a big pull for the younger crowd. Something about enhancing charm."

The two grabbed their robes and towels, stripped down to their birthday suits, placed their clothes in their lockers, and moved to the inner hot spring area. There were actually quite a few people there, but they all seemed to be completely blocking out the outside world. Martin and Ronnie slipped in and let the hot soothing water coat their fur.

“Haven't had a good soak in a while. These old bones surely need it."

“I dunno. Those old bones sure wore me out last night." Martin nudged the badger.

“Oh, hush you. That's exactly why I need it. You're a hard one to please." Ronnie dipped down until only his eyes were visible.

“I'm only here to keep you on your toes. I'm actually really easy to please."

Ronnie just stared back blankly.

“Well, I am. Food and a fuck keep me really damn happy. Also coffee. I need my awake juice."

Ronnie resurfaced. “You got your coffee dependence from me."

“I was a coffee fiend way before I met you."

“Oh yeah? When I first started, you barely could down the stuff without pounds of sugar."

“I also was younger and still getting decent sleep."

“You haven't been sleeping well?" Ronnie floated in front of Martin. The badger put both arms on either side of the bear, his face contorted into a frown. “Why not?"

“It's nothing," Martin replied, his voice coming out an octave too high. He tried to dip under the water, but Ronnie kept a knee on his chest.

“Son…" Ronnie put his paw on Martin's chest. “No secrets between us. You promised."

Martin sighed. “Ok, I'll tell you, but… not here, ok?"

“Ok, but I'm holding you to that."

The two sat in a silence that was more forced than anything as they relaxed in the bath. Once they felt near sleepy, they stood up and went to dry off.

Ronnie looked over Martin. He seemed to shimmer in the sunset as he shook his fur out. Maybe that thing about increasing charm wasn't all that baseless.

They went to the shower room where only a few men had taken up spots on the shower stools. There couldn't have been more than 4 of them in the room including Martin and Ronnie.

“Ok, you know the plan."

“Good luck, Martin." Ronnie rustled his head fur and walked to his own shower stool.

Martin took an isolated stool and began lathering up his front and head. He went to reach his back and feigned as if he couldn't reach it. He finished rinsing off as a chubby naked mouse dad approached from behind. He didn't seem to have a towel and looked very comfortable to be exposed in the shower area. He was a lot bigger than any mouse Martin had ever seen and carried his weight surprisingly well. His cock touched the bear's elbow, sporting a half chub.

“Need some help with your back, son?" He asked as his large paws began lathering up Martin's wet fur. He gradually moved lower towards the bear's crotch, getting his dick soapy and hard to his firm grip. Martin's eyes rolled back slightly as he let the dad do his work in peace. He'd never felt hands like this on him before.

“Do you think anyone else will c-care that you're j-jerking me off?" Martin huffed out through the pleasure. "Doesn't seem like the p-p-place to do it."

“I don't think they'll mind. I do this all the time. The guys here love a good show." The mouse dad whispered in his ear. “Now let daddy get you off, huh?"

“Y-yes, Daddy." Martin pushed back into the mouse's chest, letting him have free reign over his body.

Ronnie casually walked over and sat next to them. The mouse obviously paid him no mind as he kept stroking off Martin with a slow rhythmic pattern. His other paw massaged the bear's balls, carefully moving the sack between his fingers.

“I see you've taken a shine to my son here." Ronnie casually leaned in and smirked at the duo. “Pretty good, huh?"

“You've got a good boy, sir." The mouse replied, not skipping a beat. “I hope you don't mind me having a little fun with him."

“No, not at all: Just so long as I can have some fun too." Ronnie reached over and lathered up the mouse's cock as well, getting it nice, slick, and hard. “You've got a nice cock there, buddy."

“Call me Ffffff-Frank. Damn, your paws are magical." The mouse began to let out shaky breaths.

“My Dadger knows his way around a c-c-cock or two. Oh please, Daddy Frank, don't stop." Martin bucked slightly into Frank's grip.

“How about you put your paws to work, son?" Ronnie guided Martin's paw to his growing hard-on and let the bear stroke it to full mast. “There ya go. Good cub."

"I'm a good cub..."

"Yeah, you are." Frank sped up his strokes a bit, moving Martin into a panting fit. Ronnie took this as a challenge and began stroking Frank a bit faster as well. All three were enraptured in an intense circle jerk. The other men in the room watched on and stroked themselves at the free show.

Ronnie stood up and moved his cock in front of Martin's face. He let go of Frank, moved the bear's paw from his own cock, and began stroking himself. "Is the good cub ready for his treat?"

"Yes, Dadger, I want my treat please." Martin let out a few more shaky breaths.

"Here it comes!" Ronnie groaned as shot after shot of sticky cum landed on the bear's face and muzzle. "Lick it clean, if you would be so kind."

Martin took the badger's meat in his hand and suckled on it, licking up every last drop that hadn't marked his face.

Frank moved next to Ronnie and began stroking himself as well. "Want a double helping?"

"A good cub doesn't say no to seconds."

"Open wide!" Frank plopped his cock onto Martin's muzzle and shot multiple ropes of cum right on his tongue. The bear swallowed and fell back onto the wet floor. The two dads gently picked him up and rubbed his back.

"You're one of the best times I've had here," Frank said.

"Well, I know where you could have times like this all the time and get paid for it," Martin replied.

"It's not a whore job right?"

"No no. Quite the contrary. It's a café where you decide who you get to bang as long as they give consent as well."

Frank rubbed his chin. "And I get paid?"

"As long as you also serve drinks and flirt with the guys that frequent the place. Even the ones you don't really like because if they ask for sex you can say no."

"Shit, where do I sign?"

"Maybe after we're cleaned up..." Ronnie motioned to Martin's cum soaked fur.

Martin wiped a stripe of cum from his chin. "I've given this pitch in worse condition." He chuckled. "I remember the time I recruited these four tanukis: A lot more cum and no soap or water."

"You do this often?" Frank raised an eyebrow.

"No, but when the time comes to recruit this is usually how we do it."

"He thinks it's more fun this way." Ronnie handed Martin a wet washrag.

"I mean certain dads are easier to recruit but guys like you are extremely fun and usually my hardest workers."

"You're the owner?" Frank couldn't hold back his smile. "And you're the one who does the recruiting?"

"I mean if I'm gonna expect quality I gotta confirm it myself, right?" Martin rinsed out the rag, his face was now clear of all semen.

"I'm sure working for a guy like you is gonna be fun."

"Glad to hear it." The two shook hands and finished washing off.

Once in their robes, the three sat around a kotatsu and sipped tea, enjoying each other's company.

"So what's the deal with you two? You datin' or somethin'?" Frank asked.

Martin could feel the blood filling his cheeks. "No, he just lives with me for the time being."

"The cub needs me around or things might not get done," Ronnie said.

"Hey! I am a fully functional adult!" Martin crossed his arms and looked away.

"You forgot to put detergent in the wash. Twice. On the same day."

"Ok, I need Dadger around SOMETIMES or I don't have clean clothes."

"Seems like you two are pretty close," Frank smirked.

"We are. He's my Dadger and I'm his cub."

"Can't go wrong there." Ronnie rubbed Martin's head playfully. "I'd do anything for him."

"I need me a man like that." Frank swirled his tea around in his cup.

Ronnie put his paw on Frank's shoulder. "Your prince will come. Technically we haven't found ours either."

"True, but your relationship definitely is something special."

Martin wrapped his arms around Frank's free arm. "You're part of the family now. Anything you need just come to me."

The mouse sniffled. "Thank you, guys."

Martin and Ronnie felt a sharp pang in their chests. The pain faded as soon as it came. The two looked at each other, then at Frank.

Martin visibly gulped. "Fuck..."