Electricity arced from the tip of Forge's finger, making contact with the metal plate he was trying to seal back in place. "Hold still, will ya? This isn't as easy as I make it look," the tiger snapped, his tail lashing around behind him. 

	"S-sorry! It feels so... strange." Retro, the mechanical creature who was currently being welded together, looked back over his shoulder and down at the metal panel being reattached to his lower back.

	Forge rolled his eyes, a grin tugging one corner of his mouth up. "You can't feel this. I know you can't, because I built you. So, stop squirming!" 

	Retro squirmed anyway, though he did his best to stay still. "If I'm squirming, it's only because you made me that way!" he complained. Inaccurately, too.

	"Yeah, that's not how that works..." He'd built Retro a year ago and had been fine-tuning him ever since. Physical changes were something anyone with a wrench could manage, but the personality and mannerisms of a mech creature were a total crapshoot. Forge considered himself pretty lucky. The arc-glove he was wearing started to heat up, so he paused and waved his paw around to help cool it off quicker. "I'm almost done. Just a few more inches left. Then we can get lunch."

	"Ooh! What're we going to get? Please don't tell me we're getting burgers again. We had that four times last week," Retro sighed wistfully, holding up a metallic paw in front of him and projecting an image of the burger joints they'd eaten at, scrolling through them and shaking his head. 

	Forge had peeled the arc-glove off and turned it inside out. "That was for Burger Week, don't worry. There's a little diner on the edge of town, though. Figure we could hit up that before catching the Train out."

	Retro's ears perked up and he looked over his shoulder. "A diner? Which one?" His eyes, which were normally looked like typical, blue eyes, flashed wholly lime green for a split second as he connected to the Aethernet.

	"Hey! Stop that!" Forge said, smacking Retro on one of his thighs. It felt and sounded like hitting a toaster, but it snapped the canine-mech from his thoughts. "No connecting to the Aethernet until after I get your firmware locked down, remember?"

	"Oh! Right, sorry!" Retro's eyes flashed again, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "You know, you could just force me to do that. Wouldn't it be easier?"

	Forge started tugging the arc glove back on. "Yes, but I don't know how. You're basically a kit-car, except I can't ride-"

	"Hah!"

	"DRIVE you," the tiger said, speaking over his companion. "I put you together, and can change the tires and stuff, but I don't know how the engine works, you know?" He certainly could ride Retro; that was one of the reasons he was built. "Now hold still."

	Retro squirmed.

	Forge had assembled most of Retro's body only in the last few months. Earlier iterations had looked more like a walking droid, and it hadn't been helped that he'd chosen that same, upper-crust voice at first. He hadn't made it a week before changing it to something a bit more neutral. Now, though, Retro was looking rather good. It had cost a load of credits, a few favors, and risking his neck in more than one dubious encounter, but what was money for if not spending it on dumb shit?

	The tiger squinted against the bright light of the arcing electricity at the tip of his paw, a thin layer of UV protection over his eyes tinting the sclera purple. His welding job wasn't the best, but it was just the back panel that protected Retro's power source, so he didn't care if it was a bit wonky. "There. All patched up."

	"Finally. You know, Amity never takes this long," Retro teased, stepping away and reaching back to feel around the small of his lower back where the new weld was. "And it's all bumpy!"

	"Amity is a mechanical genius and gets paid like such. I'm just a lowly wizard," Forge said, crawling to his feet and dusting his pants off.

	Retro scoffed and rolled his eyes, or at least made the images of his eyes appear to roll. Most of the mechwolf's parts could move like a person's, but the eyes were made of synthetic crystals, rounded and polished like a cabochon gemstones, and worked like a high-definition display. "Lowly wizard. Okay. You could get rich by selling your blood."

	It was Forge's turn to scoff. He grabbed his backpack from the corner of the room and began packing their crap back into it. "They need more than your blood for the proper sequencing. Even odds, too, they decide that I'd be better in captivity and used for parts." He shuddered at the thought. Plenty of bio-corporations would love to get their hands on a wizard-anyone who could naturally tap into the Aether-to potentially learn and imitate his powers. It was never a permanent solution, so the more biological samples they could get, the longer they could potentially replicate someone's abilities. Forge didn't have enough power, personal or otherwise, to be able to get away from a powerful corporation who wanted him.

	Retro let out another wistful sigh, and Forge briefly considered if he could program that out. "I know, but it would be so nice if we could just stay in one city for more than week or so."

	"You'd get bored so fast. I can't even eat the same food twice in a row without you getting bored. Imagine staying in one place for years!" Forge slipped his backpack on and pointed at the other, larger backpack that Retro carried around. The mechwolf got the hint and snatched up the bag, slipping into it with as much grace as a flesh and bone person would have managed. Those recent upgrades made him look so much more natural.

	"You're right. Maybe if you hadn't programmed me with ADHD-"

	"Hey, I did not program...that's not even a thing!"

	"Then I wouldn't be distracted by every new and shiny thing that we come across!" the mechwolf complained loudly.

	"I'm going to take your dick away," Forge threatened.

	Retro stuck his silicone tongue out, a line of water-based lube hanging off the tip like drool. "Nuh uh."

	The mechwolf was probably right that Forge wouldn't; it had taken him nearly ten hours to get that thing properly attached and working, and he'd burned the shit out of his hand in the process. "Don't waste fluids." He tried to snatch the mechwolf's tongue between two fingers, but it was too slippery.

	Retro grinned and put a paw on the tiger's head, rubbing between his ears. "Yeah, yeah. I'll only waste them on you."

	"Damn right. Stuff's not cheap," he lied. "Now come on, I'm starving."

	

	Mack's Diner was built out of the remains of several train compartments and shipping containers stacked and welded together. The corrugated ribs had been painted with a shiny, chrome-like finish to try and resemble the old, streamlined bullet design from centuries ago. The interior had the classic, checkerboard tiled floor, and green and red Formica tabletops were scattered around haphazardly, half of them taken. The shell of an original jukebox was near the entrance, though it had been retrofitted with a few touch displays, and the music that was coming out of the speakers was far more recent, if only by a few decades. A sign at the front told them to seat themselves, so Forge led Retro to a table by a window and was pleased to find a small display built into the table that they could order from. 

	"Maybe I'll get a burger," Forge said, scrolling through different items on the menu.

	"Don't you dare," Retro practically whined, his ears swiveling back against his head. 

	Forge flashed the mechwolf a quick grin. "Don't worry, I wouldn't do that to you." 

	Retro's ears perked back up and he returned the grin, getting the teasing. "Thank god. They're so... boring."

	Retro could do a lot of things, but eating wasn't one of them. The mechwolf was fascinated with food, though, and always took pictures of all the things that Forge ate, taking note of what he liked and didn't like about them. Maybe one day he could actually taste the food, but, maybe unsurprisingly, it was cheaper and easier to build him for things like sports, sex, or combat than something like taste or scent. Until that day, that may or may not come, Retro was content to just take pictures and notes.

	"They were all different! They didn't even have the same kind of meat, cheese, or bun!" Forge said, selecting a few things on the menu while they chatted.

	"Ugh, sure, but it's the same idea, right? What did you just select?" The mechwolf leaned over the table and peered down, trying to see what the tiger was ordering.

	"Nothing. You'll see." He rolled his eyes and added, "I didn't get a burger. Don't worry."

	Retro narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the tiger but just nodded. "Fine. So, the Train after this?"

	When most people talked about the capital-T Train, they were referring to the Katamichi Trains. A little over two thousand miles of track in a lumpy, misshapen loop that connected all the cities and towns of Riverian. It wasn't the fastest form of travel, but it was free. Kosen Trains, usually just called K-trains, were faster and cost a pretty penny, but ran on interior tracks to connect different points of the Katamichi Loop.

	"Yeah, catch the Train to Outreach and meet up with the Rory. She said she'd be back there on the eighteenth, so we've got plenty of time," Forge said, finishing his order and turning off the menu. The small bit of Aether magic he could access let him track objects based on karmic connections. It was difficult, and something he had to keep secret from most people, but Rory was a wizard herself, so she wouldn't tell his secrets. She'd called on him to track something for her, and he was sure he'd get the rest of the details about five seconds after someone started opening fire.

	"Lovely," Retro said dryly. He'd only met Rory the once, but she was the reason his mechanical body no longer had a tail.

	Forge reached over and patted his companion on the back of his paw. "Hey, I promised to get you a new one, right? Amity is just..."

	"Pricey," Retro agreed, nodding sagely. "Good craftsmanship is expensive.

	Forge was going to say, "disagreeable," but Retro would likely tell on him, and Amity wasn't someone he wanted to annoy. "You know, most people can't even do what I do. Why do I get paid way less?" It was a stupid thing to ask, he knew.

	Retro's eyes lit-up (figuratively), and he raised a paw to start counting on his fingers. "First..."

	

	Spade had been lost in his own little world, messing with the diner's menu interface and trying to find a backdoor into their payment system. Stealing credits from someone was all but impossible but stealing them from a business-or at least intercepting them-was possible if you were better than their security. Spade, as it turns out, was not. The racoon grumbled irritably and reached up to tug the beanie off his head. It was unseasonably warm in this stupid little diner, though he was sitting right under a sunlight built into the roof. The food was good, though, and he'd managed to at least trick the system into getting him an employee discount-thirty percent, too-on his meal. 

	He thought that was going to be the best this little excursion was going to get him, when he noticed a cyberwolf sitting across the diner across from some tiger. Cyber creatures, mech or mechanical beasts, proto animals, whatever you wanted to call them, they were usually just high-grade fuck-toys, in Spade's opinion. This looked to be one of the nicer models, too. The wolf's head was a sleek blend of metallic alloys and synthetic, silicone materials. No fake fur or anything like that but overlapping panels and plates that gave the wolf an almost obsidian feel. It looked like a cold, glassy, black surface, but had smooth movements. 

	Some people found them unsettling, but Spade had seen plenty worse things. When the cyberwolf grinned, Spade knew exactly what this creature had been made for. The entire maw looked like it was made of silicone, instead of the more usual ceramic or metal. Not for combat, then. Though, maybe it just wasn't meant to bite down like a feral animal. The raccoon sipped at his milkshake and watched the pair chat and laugh about something. He was too far away to hear what they were talking about, and trying to break out any surveilling equipment in a diner would draw too much attention.

	Spade watched the cyberwolf lean in and poke around at the tiger's food, clearly taking pictures and laughing. It was some sort of pasta dish covered in maybe a sauce or something. He'd seen it on the menu, but Spade had been craving desserts and other sweet things, so he hadn't paid much attention. His paws toyed with the hem of his beanie as he tried to look conspicuous while ogling the couple across the diner. He'd always kind of wanted to build his own mech beast, and wolves were among his favorites. Stealing the parts would be easy enough, but getting a personality for one was so wildly out of his price-range that it wasn't a real goal for him right now.

	The racoon sighed and slumped back in his seat, pulling his milkshake forward so he could suck the rest down. Maybe he could at least have some fun with the mechwolf. He reached down into his pack and pulled out his Aether tablet, booting it up to poke around and making sure he had the equipment he needed. Sure enough, he did. Now all he had to hope for was...

	

	"Well? Does it taste good?" Retro asked, mentally adding notes to the pictures he'd taken. 

	Forge's eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he lifted a paw to give a thumbs up. "It's so good. This is like, classic diner food," he said around a mouthful of spaghetti, deep-fried crab, and avocado-spinach sauce. "I think," he added. 

	"I'll definitely have to try this if you ever get me a real tongue," the wolf said, letting out a dreamy sigh and leaning on one paw. Considering he was nearly seven foot tall, it looked rather out of place.

	Forge jabbed his chopsticks at the mechwolf. "It's not a real tongue. That makes it sound like we got it from some person's corpse."

	"You know what I mean," Retro said, sticking out his silicone tongue and wiggling it about, though no lube dripped from it this time. "I just want to be able to taste all the good diner food."

	Forge waggled his eyebrows under his messy, black hair and picked up large glass. "This is great, too. Watermelon ice cream, cherry soda."

	"Soda still sounds kind of awful," Retro said, not a fan of the way it fizzed. "It can eat through metal."

	"Yeah, so does water, though," Forge pointed out, scooping out some ice cream and accidentally dropping it onto the table. "Besides, my insides aren't made of metal."

	"Yeah, well mine are!"

	"Sorta."

	"Close enough."

	"Besides, if I were to get you a "real tongue," you'd be able to eat and drink whatever anyway, and I... hey, are you alright?" Forge's small, feline ears perked up and he focused his attention on the mechwolf in front of him. Nothing overt had changed, just a subtle stillness in the wolf's body.

	Retro's brow furrowed in confusion, and he opened his mouth to say something, but failed, though his voice still came out clear; moving his muzzle was just an affectation of speaking after all. "Forge?!" he sounded a little nervous. "I can't move."

	Forge's own eyebrows raised in surprise, but he wasn't alarmed. This wasn't the first time that something had gone wrong. "Oh, shit. Um, hang on." He began fumbling around with the zipper on his backpack. "I can just do a hardware reboot, that usually-"

	"No, not that! It's like someone's taking control," he hissed, sounding worried.

	That got Forge's attention, and he sat up straight. "No. Retro, no. Come on. You said you turned off the Aethernet." 

	"I thought I did!" he said, a bit of a whine coming through his voice. He managed to break free from the control and put both paws on the table, gripping the edge. "Wah! This feels weird!"

	"You moron. You fucking idiot, I swear to god," Forge growled, fishing his own little tablet from his backpack and starting to futz around on it, trying to remember how to fix this. "Keep fighting it, okay? You can't actually be controlled. Not mentally, at least." Physically, though, people could do all sorts of things to a mech creature with the right software.

	

	Spade wanted to cheer as he found the mechwolf's unsecured access point. Not everyone could just take over a mech creature like this, but Spade had lots of fun gadgets on him for when he was out and about. Aethertech was a specialty of his, after all. Someday, he might even have the skills to match his talk. "Retro, eh? Cute," he mumbled once he was "in." There wasn't much to see, really, except contact information of both Retro and Forge, who Spade assumed was the tiger. They certainly had noticed when he'd taken over, which was a mistake on his part. He'd meant to actually load up some real controls or programs first but accidentally locked the mechwolf in place for a few seconds.

	Having a program running was easier, because it forced the cyber beast to actively fight the control constantly. As it was now, anything he did could be overcome by the mechwolf's will, and it was like trying to constantly cancel was a Sim was doing when Free Will was left on. Knowing he might be limited on time, though, Spade decided to do something that might be a bit harder for the mechwolf to ignore.



	"Hang on. I don't remember the password I set for this. I didn't think I'd have to ever use it," Forge was grumbling to himself, trying to get into the proprietary software that gave him more personal access to some of Retro's controls. 

	"You've got to be kidding me. You have a password safe on your little device, I know you do. Why didn't you write this one down?" Retro asked, his "breathing" speeding up as he tried to remain calm. Luckily his assailant hadn't really done anything to him other than occasionally making his muscles twitch or freeze. 

	Forge answered that with the silence it deserved, just mumbling to himself while trying to go through various old records, emails, and other things. "Just keep fighting it. This shouldn't take forever."

	"O-oh. Wow." Retro's eyes went completely black, and his muzzle parted in apparent surprise. "That's a lot of porn."

	Forge glanced up from his tablet, head tilting to one side. "What? What are you talking about? Tell me what's happening."

	The mechwolf just stared sightlessly ahead as his "vision" was flooded with all sorts of lewd displays of lust. Hundreds of individual videos playing on screen for him to absorb while one of the few things he could feel, pleasure, coursed through his body in a rather literal fashion. "Forge, someone's playing with my dick," he whispered, trying to move one of his paws off the table, but finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

	"That's so fucked. What the fuck? Who's doing this?" Forge snarled, glancing around the diner to make sure no one was looking their way. The window seat was tucked to the corner, and most people were busy with themselves, so Forge tried to put them out of his mind and concentrate on his own search.

	Retro wasn't as concerned about things like consent or bodily autonomy in the way a flesh and blood person might be, though even he knew that this kind of thing was rather frowned upon in public. The mechwolf didn't wear a shirt out in public, and the black slacks he wore did little to hide the erection that was now straining against the thin fabric. "F-forge, you need to hurry. It's starting to feel... uh, kind of good."

	Forge glanced under the table and saw the obscene bulge lifting the mechwolf's pants away from his lap. "What? Fight it! You literally can overcome this," he said, though he wasn't sure how true that was.

	"I can't just stop having a boner, can you?!" Retro hissed under his breath, managing to at least duck closer to the table and turn slightly towards the wall. 

	The tiger ground his teeth together and redoubled his efforts. "You don't pop random boners while we're walking around, though."

	"So? What does that matter, do you?" the mechwolf asked, clearly not entirely familiar with how the body worked. Before Forge could answer, though, the wolf's body went rigid and he pushed his chair back and stood up. 

	That got the attention of a few others in the diner who all looked towards the tall, imposing wolf, and it was impossible to miss the outline of his rather impressively sized cock straining at his waistband. A few people gasped, which only drew the attention of the other patrons.

	"I'm sorry! It's not my fault!" Retro called out, sounding a bit panicked even as his paws moved to the waistband of his pants and shoved them down, exposing himself. The mechwolf whined and managed to bring a paw up to his face to cover his eyes, which were still blacked-out.

	Forge watched the trainwreck in front of him unfold as his cyber companion stood up and pulled down his pants. His own cock stirred at the sight, because even if this was the wrong-place-wrong-time, he'd spent some good money on Retro's junk. The mechwolf didn't have a sheath, but something closer to a reptilian slit without balls. The cock was as canine as it could be, though, made of detailed synthetic material and almost more real than the real thing. Proportionally to someone as tall as Retro, it looked small, but it was bigger than Forge's dick, and he wasn't small. A long strand of "pre" ran from the tapered tip of the mechwolf's cock and landed on the floor with a wet splat.

	

	Spade watched from where he was sitting with a smug, self-satisfied grin on his face. He could hear a few of the diner patrons calling out, some angry, some laughing. Retro was wailing pathetically and trying to explain that he was being hacked, and that it wasn't his fault, all while trying to cover himself up in vain. That was easy enough to stop as he kept forcing the mechwolf to stand with his arms by his sides. If it weren't for the pesky tiger standing and blocking the mechwolf from view, this would have been great.

	The racoon reached under the table to adjust himself through his slacks, shooting surreptitious glances in the direction of Retro and Forge who were at the center of attention. Every now and then he'd manage to make the wolf step out from behind the tiger to expose himself once more. The owner had wandered out from the back of house and was yelling something in another language at the pair, and the tiger was yelling it right back.

	Spade growled as the next program he tried loading was, yet again, incompatible with this model of mech beast. It was infuriating. He was able to get in, and take control, but none of his programs would work. "Piece of shit model... what's even the point," he growled, blaming the mech wolf's tech instead of his own lack of skill. Spade wasn't an amateur in his mind, after all. Giving up, he decided to just see what other chaos he could cause. 



	"Oh no, Forge, please help," Retro said, his paws at his sides as he gazed blindly ahead at all the porn he was being shown. He could feel his orgasm building quickly in a way that usually only Forge could inflict on him. It built inside his chest, above his navel, but he could feel the current of electric pleasure running down his body and up through his synthetic cock. He simulated heartbeat made it bounce and throb in front of him, "pre" leaking to the floor and leaving small splats everywhere. His pants were hanging around one foot as he was forced to sidestep out from behind Forge, though he hadn't been paying the tiger as much attention as everything else.

	Forge was arguing with the owner, some old, wrinkly fox with grey and white fur and a cane. His Rivian was terrible for everyday conversation, but this was mostly swearing and arguing about payment. He didn't think the old man cared about the scene they were causing, so much as taking advantage of the scene to demand payment. Something Forge really didn't have time for. "I'm trying! What do you want?" he snapped, turning his attention towards Retro just in time to see the finale.

	The mechwolf had sidestepped his decency cover once more and actually stood up on one of the chairs. He let out a strangled yelp, his jaw clenched shut, as his orgasm hit. A seven-foot tall wolf standing on a chair can get a lot of distance, especially when pneumatics are involved instead of muscles. The first shot of pearly, watery cum shot out hard and splashed noisily against the wall a good eight feet away. Luckily no one was in the path.

	Forge stared in fascinated horror at the display, watching his companion's cock flex upwards and shoot another rope of cum out, almost hitting the ceiling. Retro's hips were jerking around and an errant blast of the mechwolf's cum got Forge center-mass, plastering his shirt to his fur. That spurred the tiger into action, and he lunged forward, swiping and emptying his drink on the floor in one motion before trying to cover the tip of the wolf's spurting cock with the glass. It went about as well as he could have hoped.

	Retro whined dopily as he squirmed and tried to cover himself, but the pleasure was distracting him too much to be of much use. He could feel the tiger's paws grip his cock, and something shoved over the end. Then cum blasted at the end of the glass, splashing messily back over his cock and body. It felt unbelievably good, as it always did, but he could hear everyone in the diner laughing and making commentary. There'd probably be videos all over the Aethernet by sundown.

	Despite his frustration and embarrassment at the situation, Forge couldn't help the twinge of excitement stirring in his groin. It was pretty hot watching his partner empty their balls, no matter where they were. He just wished they didn't have an audience. At least the owner was now laughing and calling insults instead of arguing.

	

	Spade was recording the whole show for later while inputting command after command to keep Retro in place. He found himself envying the mechwolf, in a way. He'd been cumming hard for nearly thirty seconds, something the racoon could only dream of being able to do. A low-fluid warning appeared on the screen, finally ending the wolf's orgasm automatically, at least the fluids. The pleasure signals still wracked the wolf's brain, who had finally managed to get off the chair. 

	Another worker was already out cleaning the mess while another apologized to the patrons. The owner had yelled a few more things in a foreign tongue before making a rude gesture and going to the back of the restaurant to let his workers deal with the annoyance. Retro's cock was still proudly on display and bobbing up and down, "shooting blanks", while apologies and pleasured whimpers escaped his maw.

	Spade decided this was probably enough, and he cut off the recording. He could feel a damp spot in his underwear from where he'd been oozing pre while watching the display, but it was time to move on and find something else to do with his day. He stuffed his little tablet back into his backpack, zipped it up, and stood to find an angry tiger looming over him.



	Forge was a gooey, wet mess, covered in water-based synthetic jizz from his arms down. It had been like trying to fit a new cuff on a broken pipe while water was still flowing, and he'd paid almost four times the cost of his meal just to appease the cranky, old fox who ran the joint. It wasn't until he'd grabbed Retro's still-spraying cock that he'd felt that thin trace of karma through the Aether. It was faint and fading quickly, but recent, and the tiger just barely picked up on its source across the diner. He spotted a short, wiry racoon in baggy pants and sleeveless shirt against the far diner wall, a small black tablet in his paws. 

	"You're dead," he growled, watching the racoon out of the corner of his eyes. He'd stopped actively giving Retro's body commands, because Forge managed to finally get the mechwolf back into his pants, though the wolf's eyes were back to normal, his body still trembled over and over with pleasure, orgasming dryly. "You okay?" he asked the wolf.

	Retro's body was quivering all over, and the bulge in his pants was jumping up and down like a live animal were hiding in there. "F-feels so good," he whined pitifully, a noise unbecoming of such a large creature.

	"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure, just go outside, I'll meet you in a second, okay?" he said, pushing Retro towards the diner's front door. When he'd finally managed to get the wolf outside, wading past the angry or amused gazes of other patrons, he rushed back through to where the racoon was sitting; it hadn't even been a minute.

	He was towering over the seated racoon seconds later and got a satisfied yelp of surprise when the racoon looked up from his backpack. His reaction was slow, though, and he aimed a weak punch at the tiger's stomach that was easily caught and twisted away. "Oh no you don't, you little shit, come here," Forge snarled, pulling the racoon from his seat and onto his knees on the tiled floor.

	"A-ah! No! Wait! HELP!" the racoon yelped, trying to pull his arm free from the tiger's grip. 

	Forge smacked the racoon hard upside the head, dazing him, and used the distraction to pull him to his feet. He snatched the racoon's back and swung it over one shoulder, twisting the racoon's arm just a bit more when the younger man tried to escape. Everyone in the diner was looking at him again, including the owner who had poked his head back out. No one was laughing this time. "I'm just... going to take this outside," he said awkwardly, clearing his throat and pushing the racoon towards the door.

	No one argued.

	Forge ignored the racoons angry gibbering and complaining as he pushed the smaller man out of the diner and around to the back of the building where he could feel Retro waiting for him. A benefit of the karmic magic he had meant that he always knew where the mechwolf was, as long as he wasn't too far. 

	The tall cyberwolf had slumped down onto a few empty pallets stacked in the alley, his pants pulled down around midthigh, and his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. His silicone flesh lay against his stomach, bouncing up away with every throb as his continuous orgasm. He looked up when he heard Forge coming and hurriedly pulled his pants back up. "S-sorry! I was just... who's that?"

	"Let me go!" Spade yelled, struggling against the tiger's hold as he was pushed forward.

	"Your assailant. The shitty hacker who was fucking with you," Forge said, twisting the racoon's arm until the man went up on his toes and went still. "Got a name, asshole?"

	"F-fuck y-ah!! Spade! It's Spade," the racoon yelped out, practically having to jump to keep his arm from being dislocated.

	"Spade. He's going to turn off whatever it is he did, and I'm not going to break his arm, right Spade?" Forge said, digging his claws into the racoon's wrist.

	"Yes! Yes! I will, I swear! Please, let me go," the racoon said, the angry edge in his voice now completely replaced with panic.

	Forge released the racoon's arm and shoved forward, tripping him over one foot so that the racoon landed in a sprawl at his feet. He wasn't worried the man would run. "Good. Tell me what you need to fix it." Forge lifted the racoon's bag by way of demonstration, getting an angry glare from the downed racoon.

	Spade held his wounded arm to his chest, nursing the soreness there. He scowled, but the look on Forge's face made him look away. "The Aether tablet in the front pocket," he grumped sullenly.

	Forge unzipped the pocket and pulled out the tablet, handing it down to the racoon, but not releasing it. "Going to be good?"

	Spade scowled deeper and wrenched the tablet from the tiger's paw without saying anything. He stayed on the ground while he fumbled with the screen, and a few seconds later, Retro let out a soft groan of relief as his orgasm finally ended. "There, happy? Hey!"

	Forge had snatched the tablet from Spade's paws the moment the racoon had turned off the command, and he scrolled through the command log, brow furrowing. "What the fuck? What kind of weird-ass shit are you trying to do?" he said, poking through some of the folders.

	Spade's face heated up, but he didn't respond. He hugged himself closer, the insides of his ears turning red.

	"HotRPRapeSequence01? HotRPRapeSequence02? HotRP_RapeSequence3? Seriously, dude, what the fuck?" Forge said, stepping closer to Retro so he could show the mechwolf some of the programs that he'd tried to upload.

	"What the hell, man!" Retro admonished. "I'm a real person, you can't just do that to me."

	"You're just a fucking sex bot anyway!" Spade spat back, glaring up at the imposing mechwolf.

	Forge rolled his eyes and began fucking with the tablet. "Yeah, I'm just going to delete this shit. You couldn't even use the same file-naming convention for this stuff. But considering how shit a job you did earlier, you're just a noob at this aren't you? Probably not even your pr-"

	In hindsight, Forge thought that he'd cowed the racoon enough to keep the young man compliant and waiting on the ground. He was wrong. Pain blossomed from his groin, and he could hear his companion call out his name in concern, but that was secondary to the gut-wrenching nausea overcoming him. The little shit had just hit him in the balls. Not hard, the racoon had already shown that he couldn't throw a punch to save his life, but it still made the tiger's vision go blurry.

	The racoon was fast, though. He'd sucker punched the tiger and snatched his tablet in one quick motion, snatching his bag before managing to break into a sprint. A rather impressive feat considering the prone position he'd been half-laying in seconds prior. With the tiger between him and the cyberwolf, he thought he might be able to get away from the pair.

	Forge had sunk to his knees, both paws pressed firmly to his groin as he tried to keep from vomiting. "Catch... that little shit," he hissed between teeth, turning his gaze up towards Retro, fury in his eyes.	The mechwolf just nodded and broke into a sprint. 

	Retro, like many cyber beasts, wasn't all that much faster than the average person. Stronger, yes, but having nearly three-times the weight on most people meant a lot of weight to move around. Still, his mechanical legs ate up the ground between him and his target with ease.

	Spade was fast, one of the few things he could probably brag about, and he was certain that he would get away from the others. Maybe if he hadn't looked back over his shoulder, he'd have made it. Seeing the mechwolf gaining on him made him panic and he veered off into an alley between two buildings instead of heading towards the main road.

	The buildings were packed close together in this section of the city, and back alleys were common thru-paths from street to street, but Spade found out all too late that this alley had a fence blocking off traffic. There was no turning back, though, and he threw himself at the fence, climbing desperately towards the barbed wire that lined the top. He'd probably nick himself on those rusty spikes, but it was better than whatever those two lunatics would do to him.

	Retro turned the corner into the alley with far more balance and speed than a normal person would have and closed the distance on the racoon with three long strides. He grabbed the racoon by one ankle and hauled hard, dragging the screaming racoon off the fence and threw the air. He landed in a grimy puddle from last night's rain and groaned in pain. The mechwolf loomed closer, looking nothing like the pushover he was with Forge.

	The tiger wasn't far behind, despite the slow start. The pain had mostly faded away into a dull ache, and he was in a temper as he padded down the alley towards the downed racoon. "You know, I was just going to delete your shit and leave you be. I really was. Retro? Break his fucking legs."

	Spade's head whipped up in horror at those words, and he babbled something incoherent and desperate as he was hauled off the ground. He could hear Forge laughing, and the mechwolf holding him said something, but he wasn't listening, just running his mouth and promising that he'd never do anything like this again.

	"Nah, just fuck him and leave him. You got enough fluids for that?" Forge was saying.

	The mechwolf just giggled like someone his size. "Really?"

	"Maybe if he experiences some twisted shit, he'll realize that maybe he shouldn't do it to others," Forge said, something like malevolent amusement in his tone.

	Spade's head was spinning, and he tried to ask what they were talking about, when he felt fingers slide up under his shirt. Retro had stood him on his feet again, both paws held behind his back, but the racoon hadn't really figured out what they were going to do to him. He just hurt all over from where he'd been thrown into the hard pavement. "I won't do anything," he mumbled trying to take a step backwards, though it just put him closer to Retro's chest.

	"Oh, we know. Don't worry. If you'd emptied him completely, you'd really need to worry," Forge said, fingers making quick work of the racoon's belt. His pants were so baggy that they slid right off his hips the moment the buckle was undone, pooling at his feet before the tiger kicked them away.

	Spade helped and squirmed in Retro's grip, trying to cover himself. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock and balls were on full display, much like he'd done to the wolf earlier. "What are you doing?! Let go of me!" he wailed, real panic in his voice as he imagined the pain they were about to inflict on him.

	It didn't come in the form he was expecting, though. Something hard and slick pressed up under his long, striped tail, and before he could even clench, it was pressing into his insides. The racoon let out a muffled cry of alarm, held in place by the cyberwolf's strong arms. 

	"He's really really tight, Forge," the mechwolf said, letting out a pleasured groan as he pressed his swelling cock into the racoon's passage. He had enough fluids left in him to at least lube the smaller racoon. Forge could be mean like that, but not Retro.

	Forge, thinking himself meaner than he ever really could be, just grunted and rolled his eyes. "You're not even a proper fag, are ya?" he half-teased, watching Spade squirm and try and break free. 

	The racoons eyes were wide, and he was doing his best to try and relax his hole around the thick intruder. "Fuck you," he managed to squeak out, though he let out a pitiful wail that echoed off the alley walls.

	"Jesus, dude, you're dumber than a brick, aren't you. You want to keep mouthing off while at our mercy?" Forge said, scowling at the racoon; the little shit was actually an inch or so taller than him. "Bend him forward, will ya?"

	Retro's mechanical paws were large enough that he could easily hold both of Spade's wrists in one paw, so he used the other to bend the younger raccoon in half at the waist, actually loosening him enough that the mechwolf's cock could slide fully inside. "See? Isn't that easier?"

	Forge pushed down the front of his pants, fishing out his own uncut dick and balls. They still hurt, but he forced Spade's head down until the racoon's snout was tucked against his thigh. "I'm not going to have to tell you not to bite me, am I?"

	Spade's muzzle opened to say something, but he hesitated just long enough for his brain to do some thinking. He shut his mouth again and shook his head. 

	"Good. Just lick and kiss. You're bad at so many things, I don't trust you to actually suck my dick," Forge said, pulling Spade's face against his balls.

	The racoon's face was dark red from embarrassment and trying to keep his voice down, but he complied without any additional force. His tongue started lapping inexpertly across the tiger's hefty sac, hot breath puffing out of his nose as the wolf behind him began to thrust.

	Retro groaned as his synthetic shaft slid free of the racoon's tight passage. "Real" pleasure always felt so much better than what his body could simulate, and despite orgasming for several minutes earlier, this felt much better. Spade was making discomforting noises under him, but the mechwolf didn't care too much after what he'd been subjected to earlier. Still, he kept his cock from swelling as quick, since he didn't think Spade could endure sort of abuse that Forge could ignore.

	Forge didn't think he'd feel particularly horny after being punched in the balls earlier, but playing with his cock while having a cute-if infuriating-racoon slobbering all over his balls got his engine working anyway. The tiger's cock stiffened between his fingers, and he jerked his foreskin back and forth while watching his companion fuck the racoon between them.

	Spade's insides stung from the intrusion, but the lube being pumped into his guts helped ease the discomfort. It didn't feel good, yet, but the mechwolf knew how to fuck, and was grinding on his prostate repeatedly. His shirt and arms were still covered in muddy water from landing in the puddle, and now he had his own slobber covering his lower jaw while the tiger's precum dripped on his face. Spade was tempted to try sucking the tiger's dick just to prove he could-it wasn't like he was a virgin-but the tiger was thicker than the racoon's leader, so he'd probably accidentally scrape a tooth or something, and he was doing his best to survive this encounter.

	Forge jerked himself off with the speed of a teenager just figuring out what sex was. He wasn't trying to draw anything out, or even particularly enjoy the experience. He honestly just wanted to get off and catch the damn train. "M'almost there," he mumbled down at the racoon, his eyes half-lidded with concentration. "You want a mess, or to swallow?" he asked.

	Spade's eyes flicked up to the tiger's face, and he mulled the question over. A second too long, though, as he saw the tiger's eyes squeeze shut before a burst of potent tiger jizz splashed hotly across his cheek and face. He jerked his head to the side and opened his maw wide to try and keep it from landing on his face. Maybe if he hadn't closed his eyes...

	Forge moaned out as he jerked himself past the point of no return. His cock throbbed in his paw, leaving a sticky mess over the racoon's masked face. He tangled his fingers into Spade's messy, brown hair and pulled his face forward, impaling his short muzzle on his thick shaft as he came. He emptied the last of his load into the racoon's maw, watching as Spade hungrily swallowed. "Fuck, dude. Maybe I was wrong about him not being a real fag," he teased, then growled when he felt teeth just lightly tease over his flesh. 

	Retro was panting openly as he humped the racoon's ass. He didn't need to pant, or even breathe, but the mechwolf was nothing if not attentive to detail. "Getting c-close," he said, his knot swollen just enough to stretch the racoon's passage on each thrust. Forge could take the thing when swollen, but he had a feeling the racoon couldn't. His hips worked up into a decent rhythm, and if his cybernetic body had balls, they'd have bruised the racoons pair that swung back and forth. 

	Forge pulled his cock free from Spade's mouth and wiped some cum off on the racoon's neck fluff, stepping back to watch Retro pound into the smaller racoon. He could see the racoon's hard cock bouncing between his legs, pre dripping from his hooded head, and he shook his head. "Oh yeah, I was wrong."

	Retro let out a low, rumbling growl as his peak approached for the second time that day. With one final thrust, he pushed his smallish knot into the squirming racoon and just let loose. His knot swelled to its normal size, filling out the racoon's passage before it began throbbing and pulsing like an electric toy. "Ngh, coming," the mechwolf growled, hunching over the racoon and holding him in place while he began unloading the rest of his synthetic cum.

	Spade's eyes bulged when he felt that knot suddenly inflate inside him. He'd never taken a knot before, and this felt massive. It stretched his inner walls and pressed down on his prostate, making his own cock throb needily. Then he felt the hot gush of fluids spill into his guts and his legs turned to jelly. He'd have fallen if it weren't for Retro's arms keeping him in place.

	Forge managed to record the last little bit on his own Aether tablet, but he was sure Forge had gotten his entire POV for later. It'd be a good watch later. "Damn, you might be a bit too big for him," the tiger said, watching as the racoon's body twitched and spasmed, even as the wolf behind him did the same.

	Retro's eyes appeared shut and he moaned out into the alley, scaring away a couple onlookers who'd peeked around the corner of the alley at the noise and gone unnoticed. He'd ran out of fluids almost immediately after cumming but still shot more into the racoon than what Forge had painted the other end with. "Oh... no kidding. It almost hurts," Retro said, looking down at where his knot was connecting them. It still throbbed powerfully inside the tight passage, cum or not.

	"You can't feel pain," Forge reminded the mechwolf, shaking his head. He snapped his fingers, trying to get the racoon's attention. "Hey, asshole. Spade."

	Spade lifted his head limply to look up at the tiger, most of the fight gone from his face. He just looked tired and almost drugged.

	"Jerk yourself off and we'll leave you alone," Forge said, still holding the tablet in front of him.

	"Is he hard?" Retro asked, letting go of the racoon's wrists finally, and reaching down and around to find the Spade's hard spike. "Oh wow!"

	Spade just twitched and tried to shift his hips away from the touch but couldn't with the knot inside him. He whimpered and tried to go limp, but the mechwolf kept him upright. "L-leave me alone..."

	"Forge, can I?" Retro asked, hopefully. 

	The tiger just rolled his eyes, speaking to the "audience" of his video now. "I swear, he looks like he could break your spine, but he really just likes to please people," Forge said. "Yeah, go for it."

	Spade made an inquisitive noise as Retro forced him to stand with his back to the mechwolf's chest. It made the knot inside him tug and shift, which in turn made his cock throb in front of him. He felt the wolf's large paw clam down over it, and he yelped in fear, thinking he was about to be hurt, whenever the paw began vibrating. It felt... good. "Wh-what? Ngh, h-hey wait!" Spade said, the pleasure making his spine tingle and his ring burn as he clamped down on that knot.

	"You said it yourself, he is a sex robot, right?" Forge laughed, getting a grin from Retro as well.

	"Yeah. You know, if you'd been nice to us, maybe we'd have been nicer to you, too!" the wolf said, stroking the racoon's foreskin back and forth while his paw vibrated and tingled against the soft flesh.

	Spade's head rolled side to side, and he sucked in a few desperate gasps of air before he finally succumbed. His cock throbbed in the wolf's grip, and he began pumping out his load into the waiting grip, his passage rhythmically squeezing the wolf's knot and making its owner moan. 

	Retro held the squirming racoon against his chest, feeling a hot, liquid warmth over his paw. Spade slumped back against his chest, and Retro's paw let go of the racoon's dripping cock, careful to keep most of the cum still in his palm. "He came more than you did!"

	Forge grinned and watched as the mechwolf wiped his slimy, cum-covered paw all over Spade's shirt, leaving a mess. "Yeah, it's cause you're knocking on his prostate like you've got a warrant. Come on, you done yet? Pull out of him."

	"Aww, but it feels nice," Retro complained, giving his engorged knot a testing tug.

	Spade's eyes opened and he managed a weak, "W-wait, please don't..."

	"Don't worry, it's not a real knot." Retro just laughed, his knot immediately deflating thanks to the special tech inside him. It retreated into his "slit" as he stepped away from the racoon and let him crumple to the floor. 

	"Oh, I meant for you to give it to him raw," Forge said, looking down at the poor, defeated racoon.

	Retro frowned and gave the tiger's shoulder a playful shove. "Yeah, only you like that. You weirdo."

	Forge stuck his tongue out at his companion and stepped around the racoon to crouch down near Spade face. "You going to cause trouble for anyone else again?"

	Spade lifted his head from the ground and stared dumbly at the tiger before shaking his head. "N-no."

	"Fucking liar," Forge said, shaking his head; the racoon winced. "Are you going to cause us any trouble ever again?"

	"No," Spade said, his voice a bit steadier this time.

	"Damn right. Come on, Retro. Let's get to the fucking Train already," he said, tugging on one of the mechwolf's wrists.

	Retro stayed put for a second and fished a small, business card out of his backpack. "Hey, if you ever need anything, though!"

	Forge sighed and ran a paw over his face, shaking his head. "Swear to god," he muttered, watching as the mechwolf dropped the card on the ground near Spade's head. He turned and headed towards the mouth of the alley, ready for the day to be over.

	"What! I feel bad for him," Retro said as he fell into step beside the tiger. They were still playfully arguing about whether or not the racoon could be salvaged as a person when they turned the corner.

	Spade lay there for a few minutes, his body aching all over. His eyes fell on the business card in front of his muzzle, and he snarled, grabbing it in a paw and crumpling it up, throwing it to the side. He'd regret that, later, when it took him nearly three hours to find where he'd thrown it.