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"Consent to what?" Arvel asked, voicing the question they were both thinking.

Neither the she-wolf nor her dark-furred counterpart gave an answer. Not a giggle or a smirk or an indication they'd asked the wrong question. Nothing.

"The eternal question," came the feminine voice of Apex Command over their radios. There was a knowing smirk in the voice.

Val and Arvel exchanged a look.

"I'm guessing other teams haven't been able to coax out an answer," she said.

"Not a direct one, no," Command responded.

"Right," Arvel sighed, looking between the interfaces. "Let's try indirect then."

He turned to the female, knowing the male bound to Val wouldn't answer him.

"What kind of things could we come into contact with behind this... barrier?"

He gestured to the energy field. The she-wolf giggled, curling her tail around her legs adorably.

"I can't tell you that," she said. She straightened with uncharacteristic promptness, her tail sweeping out behind her. "But I can tell you that nothing in this place—including me—will ever subject you to anything you don't like."

"Same goes for me, I assume?" Val asked, addressing the dark grey wolf. "I won't be harmed if I go through?"

There was an equally unsettling and intriguing glint in the wolf's eye as he cracked a very slight smirk.

"I can promise you won't encounter anything you won't enjoy," he said.

She huffed through her nose and crossed her arms, looking him directly in the eye. He didn't flinch—even that damned smirk didn't change.

"That's not what I asked, though," she said. "I asked if I'd be harmed."

"And again," the dark grey wolf said. "I can only promise you won't find anything you won't enjoy."

"I thought we were told no team you'd sent in had ever gotten hurt," Arvel said, adjusting his headset.

"No one we've ever sent through the Facility has ever been permanently wounded or killed," Command said, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Great, now they're being cryptic," Arvel sighed. "You know we overheard the bit about the 'sex bots', right?"

There was no answer over the radio waves.

"So..." Val said, clearing her throat and looking from the dark grey wolf to the white she-wolf to Arvel. "About your theory... How this place works... You really think it has something to do with..."

She trailed off, blushing at his grin.

"Yep," he said. "In fact, I think that's why they put us together."

Her ears perked and her blush deepened—she knew he must be able to see it under her fur, and with Apex watching their every move through the bio-trackers and the Facility reading their damn minds, she felt naked.

"You're not seriously implying Apex paired us together because we... because you're..." she stammered.

"Because I'm a dom and you're a sub?" he chuckled. "Yeah, that's what I'm saying."

Her whole face must have been red by now.

"But that's... Why would they do that??" she blurted. "Putting a team together based on... that?! That makes no sense!"

"Sure it does," he said, crossing his arms. "If I'm right, and the floors and wall react to our direct attacks the way they do because of how we act when things get hot and heavy, then this whole entire place is built on that. This 'Facility' isn't just some weird alien temple or starship. It's a high-tech sex dungeon."

She glanced between him and the two wolves again, eyes darting back and forth.

"Am I right?" he asked, looking at the she-wolf. She just grinned, ears perked, tail wagging rapidly.

"Anything to say about this, Apex?" she asked—back-talking authority was something she never did, but what reason could they have for hiding this information? There came no answer from Command.

"You're free to leave, anytime you want," the dark wolf said, nodding behind her at the larger energy field they'd come through.

She decided to test this, turning on her heels and walking toward the glowing blue barrier.

"If you abandon the assignment at this point—" the voice of Command began, but she cut them off.

"I void the contract, I get it," she said.

Arvel must have known she only intended to test the claim that she could still leave, because he didn't try to stop her, didn't even call out as she passed through the energy field. The oddly warm, stale, sterile air of Apex's base greeted her. The guards standing on either side of the enormous vault door looked at each other—they probably hadn't expected her to leave so soon.

Val turned back and looked at the energy field. She could walk away. This could be it. She could call it quits right here. But then she'd never know what was deeper inside.

"Hey, Command, if she doesn't come back, can I keep going?" Arvel's voice said over the radio. She actually laughed.

"If you like," the voice replied with a slight laugh of its own.

"Not so fast, Braddock," she said, moving back through the rippling field of energy. "You're not getting rid of me that easy."

"Before we begin, we still need your answer," the she-wolf said, standing directly in front of the inner doorway and the energy field across it, the dark grey male at her side.

"Do you consent?" they asked together.

Val and Arvel exchanged a look that was half smirk and half apprehensive glance.

"Yes," they said at the same time.

***

"What do I call you, anyway?" Arvel asked the short arctic she-wolf.

"Whatever you want!" she giggled. Val could feel the movement of air from the wolf's fluffy tail.

"Right, okay," Arvel chuckled. "How 'bout... Adora? 'Cuz you're Adora-ble!"

Val rolled her eyes as the arctic wolf tittered.

"What about you?" she asked the dark grey wolf. "I'm assuming from the way you are, you've got a name picked out?"

"Solus," the wolf responded in an almost growl, his back straightening with pride, "Call me Solus."

It was an order, not a request. And the name itself... Strong, powerful, a bit mysterious, maybe even with an ancient or godly feel to it. But it also sounded like 'solace', indicating comfort and protection. It was perfect for him. And he knew it.

"C'mon, let's go!" Adora said excitedly, tugging Arvel's arm toward the smaller energy field leading deeper inside the Facility. It was a light little pull, not enough to actually move him, but enough to make it clear where she wanted to go.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," he laughed, following her.

A strong, muscled arm pulled around her shoulders and Val gasped.

"Let's go," Solus said, his voice friendly but decisive. He pushed her forward toward the energy field, but there wasn't much force behind it; not shoving her, just expectantly guiding. His fur was soft against the back of her neck, his flesh warm. Was it even real flesh if he was made of nano-machines or whatever Arvel had said? It definitely felt real.

Together, they passed through the energy field into the next room. It was exactly the same as the entry room, sleek silvery walls and floor, completely barren. This time, there was no doorway on the other side of the room, no other barrier of energy. Just them and the interfaces.

And then, before either of them could say a word, the floor in the center of the room shifted, pushing up in an amorphous mound similar to how it did when pushing back against Val's strikes. The shifting blob rippled like a blanket covering a lustful couple. Quickly, it took shape, forming into a wide, flat rectangle, which then shifted into... a bed. A neat, tidy, four-poster king-size bed. It looked incredibly comfortable, soft and inviting, the pillows at the head plump, the soft white sheets tucked tidier than the covers of her own bed when she made it. Honestly, after all it had taken to get here, Val would have loved a quick nap.

"Right, straight to the point then," Arvel said, lifting his eyebrows.

Oh. It hit her what they intended the bed to be used for. Of course.

There was a gleeful yip from the arctic she-wolf as Arvel reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer.

"I've been wondering how anatomically correct you are," he growled playfully, grinning and showing sharp teeth. "But if you are in my head, I guess you'd know that."

"Seriously?" Val said. Arvel turned to look at her, giving her a glower for killing the moment. "You don't even know what these things are and you're just going to jump into bed the first chance you get?"

"It's not like they're radioactive," he said with a shrug. "They've sent people down here before, remember? They'd never have let us come down here if these guys were dangerous. Or at least they would've told us."

Would they? she thought.

Val let out a sigh, ears twitching thoughtfully. She didn't turn away before she caught a glimpse of Arvel reaching down and pulling up Adora's shirt—there was no bra underneath. And she was indeed very anatomically correct.

"What do you think?" Solus' voice came from behind her, a few feet away, and she turned to see him standing there as straight as ever. "Exit's still there if you want to go."

He nodded back toward the energy field they'd come through. She looked at it for a few seconds. But she'd come through knowing what she was in for. She'd heard Apex refer to the interface as 'sex bots' too.

Without a word, she stepped up to the dark grey wolf, and he smiled. He gave her a second of standing there awkwardly before he took the initiative and moved closer, his body inches from hers. He reached out with muscled arms and set his paws on her shoulders with unexpected gentleness, just looking at her with those brown eyes for a minute. She could smell him.

She could smell him? He hadn't had a scent before, she was sure of that—that was part of what made her suspicious of him, aside from the whole 'he might be an alien robot' thing. But now there was a musk, and not just the 'Damn, this guy smells good' kind, but the mouth-watering kind, the powerful kind, the intoxicating kind. The kind of musk that made her want to drop to her knees and yank his pants down.

"Damn, since when did you smell so good?" she heard Arvel murmur from behind her. Her cheeks burned at his husky tone.

Adora giggled, then yelped again, and Val made the mistake of glancing over her shoulder to see the two of them already naked, all cloudy white fur, Arvel scooping Adora up and dropping her onto the bed. She turned back and was immediately enveloped in Solus' presence again, dominating, all-consuming, but also strangely comforting. She had to bite back a groan as his paws started gently kneading her shoulders, sliding back around to work at her shoulder blades. Her eyes slipped shut, mostly because she was unable to look him right in the eye, but partly because she was relaxing into the sensation.

"I won't hurt you," Solus purred. His shadow shifted over her eyelids and she gasped as she felt his breath on her ear. "Unless you want me to."

A single finger trailed firmly down her spine, all the way to the base of her tail, and she couldn't help the shaky sigh. She didn't open her eyes yet, but she heard his low, soft chuckle. His hands slid around to rest gently on her hips, sliding up and down. His arm brushed her holstered sidearm and she tensed, instinct kicking in. There was a long moan from Adora and a groan from Arvel, and she relaxed again.

Solus moved a hand up to her collar, his fingers gripping the zipper of her urban camo jacket. Her breath caught. But he didn't move. Her eyes fluttered open. He was looking at her questioningly, waiting. She let out her breath and nodded. He guided the zipper down, the sound barely audible over the louder sounds of Arvel and Adora. Those two were making her wetter by the second.

Solus' hand went to her belt—the thing that held her holster, and the combat knife on the other hip. She didn't want to let go of them.

"It's alright," Solus whispered, and her ears turned to catch the sound of his voice. "You can do it if you want."

She huffed, a soft pant, hesitating.

"Oh fuck," Arvel groaned—the two sexiest words in the English language, when they were said like that. Val unbuckled her belt and pulled it off.

Solus said nothing, but his smirk was almost as intoxicating as his musk. She moved to undo her pants, but he took her wrists gently.

"Let me," he said, still soft, but with an undercurrent of a growl. She gasped sharply as his fingers made quick work of the button, but went teasingly, agonizingly slow with the zipper.

"S-Solus!" his name slipped out in a short, needy gasp. Her ears flattened, cheeks warming with shame, but he let out a pleased growl that made her straighten.

"Just stand right there," he said, a hand on her shoulder, firm but not uncompromising. "Let me do all the work."

She could do that. She relaxed, and he slipped his thumbs into the loosened waistband of her pants and slid them down, making her gasp as the cool air met the bare fur of her thighs. By the sound of it, Arvel and Adora were nearing their first orgasm. But she was quickly distracted by Solus' hands, one sliding up her right inner thigh, the other up the back of her left leg. The hand on her thigh skipped to the waistband of her panties, a finger tucking in and pulling the elastic, sliding along the curve of her hips, playing with the stretchy band. The other one was on her ass, pulling her forward into him. Her breath was shaking.

"Alright, I get it," she panted, looking at him. "I trust you. Just... please, stop teasing."

He chuckled again, smirking more deviously than ever.

"Not yet," he said, pushing her jacket off her shoulders. He cupped her chin and she swallowed a whimper. "You'll take care of me first."

Her ears perked, eyes widening. He took the edge of her shirt and peeled it up over her abs, then her bra. She felt silly letting him undress her, but lifted her arms anyway. He tossed the shirt aside.

"Now," he said with that same smirk. "Get down there."

She looked down and her eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the size of the bulge in his pants. She sank down to her knees, pleasantly surprised when the floor shifted from solid to a firm mattress-like material, cushioning her. His musk was so strong, and she knew it would only get stronger. The heat between her legs was a wildfire. Her hands went to his pants with determination, undoing the button and zipper in quick succession. She slid her thumbs into the elastic band of his boxers beneath and tugged them and his pants down with one pull.

"Ohhh," she moaned. His cock was gorgeous. 8 inches long and plenty thick, but not daunting. And that musk made her want to bury her face in his crotch. So she did. There was that chuckle again, from high above her, and his hand pressed to the back of her head, but not pushing her. Yet.

She opened her mouth and took him in with a "Mmmff." It'd been awhile, but she took him surprisingly easy, not even gagging as he slid into the back of her throat, filling her mouth like he was made to—which, she remembered suddenly, he was. His groan was a beautiful sound. He was made for this, for her. He was hers.

His fingers curled against her skull, grabbing her scruff and pulling her back slowly. No—he wasn't hers; she was his. His hand pushed, unquestioningly firm against the back of her head, and she took his length back into her throat obediently, moaning until his length cut off her air. He was made to dominate her. And she let him, his hand going from moving her head back and forth to holding it rigidly in place as his hips moved, fucking her muzzle. All she could do was breathe in his musk and let out needy moans that came closer to whimpers with every thrust. But she didn't want anything else.

He growled deep and his grip tightened, his thrusts increasing in speed. He was close, and she was kissing his knot each time he slid into her throat. She whined. She wanted it. She wanted it so badly, wanted to feel him flood her mouth and coat her tongue, spill straight down her throat. He shoved forward and his hard knot pressed past her lips, the extra length passing her throat. He growled, a feral snarl, and his length pulsed on her tongue, in her throat. She felt it, thick ropes pouring down her throat with each throb.

A few pulses later, he pulled his knot back, slipping out from between her lips despite how desperately she clasped them, trying to keep him there. But, graciously, he didn't pull all the way out, depositing the rest of his load on her tongue, letting her taste it; salty, musky, a little bitter, nice and thick. She gulped and swallowed eagerly, taking everything he could give, sucking out every last drop.

His firm grip on her head fur had turned to gentle strokes down the back of her neck by the time she swallowed for the last time. Her lips parted with a gasp and a happy sigh, her tongue lolling out lazily as he dragged his cock across it, sliding out of her mouth. He was looking down at her with a proud smile and she caught her tail wagging. She must've looked like a damn fool, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with lust, musk-drunk with every panting breath. But she didn't care.

"Good girl," he said, stroking her right ear with a thumb. "Very good girl."

"God damn, that was hot."

A blush engulfed her face, burning. She pushed herself to her feet, turning to glare at Arvel, lying naked on the left side of the large bed with a shit-eating grin on his face and one arm around Adora, who was cuddling affectionately into his side. Of course he'd been watching the whole thing.

"I mean, I already knew you were a sub, but damn," he said.

She rolled her eyes, but her composure vanished when Solus pressed up behind her, his chest against her back, his warm length prodding her backside.

"Get in that bed," he breathed in her ear. She froze.

"W-with them?" she asked, trying to be quiet enough that Arvel couldn't hear, but she knew from how his ears pricked up that he'd understood.

Solus' teeth nipped her ear and made her yelp, eyelids fluttering as his tongue slid up the same ear.

"You heard me," he said in a low growl.

She let out a shaky breath and took one step forward, hesitant. But Solus didn't give her a second more to rethink things before her legs were swept up and suddenly his muscled arms had her in a bridal carry. She didn't have a second to protest as Solus strode over and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed, right next to Adora. The she-wolf giggled.

"Oh, shut it," she sighed, but then gasped as Solus climbed onto the bed over top of her, his hands moving to press into the mattress on either side of her head. He allowed half a second of apprehension to settle in, then leaned back and dropped his hands to his sides, looking down at her with a gentle smile. Those hands trailed down her sides to her hips, making her breath hitch as his fingers curled, claws scratching lightly into her ass. There was a slight intensity to his gaze now, an expectation shining in his eyes behind the reassuring smile. She swallowed, then spread her legs.

"Good girl," he murmured, his firm grip on her ass loosening, hands stroking her hips and thighs. Those two simple words made her glow, her chest warm, her cheeks warmer, and the area between her thighs hot.

She didn't bother glancing down as one hand left her hip and moved between his legs, his hips pushing forward. He was made for her—she knew he'd feel perfect inside. She felt him, felt herself part around him, welcoming him. A low moan emerged from her throat, her eyes fluttering closed as her head fell back. He didn't stop until his knot pressed firmly against her outer folds. Sure enough, he filled her perfectly, warm and firm inside her, throbbing against her inner walls.

Her eyelids lifted and she saw that smile again. His hips moved back, then forward, starting an increasing pace that made her gasp, just short of a moan. She kept her eyes on his the whole time, staring deep into the brown ovals that held her gaze. The lovely friction inside her matched evenly with the slickness he coaxed from inside her depths, not too fast, but definitely not too slow. Fuck, he was perfect.

There was a ruffle in the bed sheets that made her ear twitch, though she didn't dare break eye contact with Solus. Arvel and Adora—they were watching. An actual whimper broke from her throat and her insides clenched as Solus pushed back in. He chuckled, dark and rich, his paw coming up and stroking her inner ear with a thumb—the same ear that had twitched at the sound of Arvel's slight shift in the bed. Without words, he'd acknowledged what she barely dared to: that she was more turned on by Arvel watching all this than she'd like to admit. She wouldn't give the white wolf the satisfaction of even a glance over in his direction, but she could feel his smirk and his gaze on her all the same.

Solus rewarded her acknowledgment with an approving smile—she remembered suddenly he could read her mind—and began to thrust faster. She whined, fingers curling in the bed sheets, her body tensing.

"F-fuck!" she gasped. "I...!"

"Shhh," Solus whispered, as soft and comforting as it was commanding, his paw coming up to cup her chin and stroke her throat, silencing her.

His hips moved faster still and she whimpered, her legs pulling together, but his paws went to her inner thighs and kept them spread. She moaned and lay back into the pillow, surrendering to his all-consuming control. She was tense, coiled like a spring. It was coming. Her back arched and Solus thrust faster, paws tightening on her hips, pounding into her with loud thwacks of flesh on flesh. His claws dug in and she felt him pull back for the final thrust. A sound came from inside her that was somewhere between a keening whine and a cry of desperate need, a need for him.

He thrust and his knot filled her, and then his warmth did the same, firing deep and hitting parts of her he hadn't touched. With a half grunt and a longer moan, her body embraced him, and she put her all into it, wanting to please him, wanting to milk him for every drop. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her entire body rigid and spasming with every clench of her insides around his length. He kept his hips flush with her thighs and ass, grinding firmly with each pulse and fire of his cock, his knot seated behind her folds to keep every drop he gave her inside, his claws on her hips digging in to keep her there. And there she stayed, willing, obedient, wanting nothing more.

Slowly, pulse by pulse, it faded, ebbing. Reality came back to her and she saw the gray walls, felt the soft press of the bed beneath her back. Her muscles relaxed, loosened, and she let out a long sigh, gazing up at the silvery ceiling. Solus's paws were stroking up and down her hips again.

"Fffuck, I needed that one," she breathed.

Her next breath drew in an unmistakable scent, a slightly different musk hidden just beneath Solus' commanding pheromones—the spilled release of Arvel, open to the air and currently staining the sheets between him and Adora.

"Looked like it," he laughed, sounding more than a bit breathless himself.

She glanced over with a scowl, pretending to be annoyed, but she felt her inner walls—now coated with Solus' seed—clench reflexively around his still-hard length. And there was that warm glow in her chest again. She liked being watched. So that was new. She wasn't exactly sure how to feel about that.

"Let's stay here a bit," Arvel said, pulling Adora into him as the little she-wolf moaned eagerly, cuddling into him.

"Are you sure we—oof!" Val was cut off by Solus landing on her, hard enough to knock the wind out of her a bit.

"Looks like you don't have a choice," Arvel chuckled.

"Mmm," Val grumbled, even as Solus' muscled arms pulled around her.

It hit her that he was still tied with her, and she felt her pussy tighten at the realization, an action no doubt caught by the dark gray wolf. She felt him press his muzzle into the side of her neck, drawing in her scent and then exhaling into the fur, and she pulled her arms around him in turn, letting her eyes slip shut.