The rain began to fall in earnest, a cold drizzle that streaked through the skeletal remains of the abandoned backstreets. Broken windows stared like hollow eye sockets from crumbling buildings, and the only sound was the rhythmic splashing of boots against puddles and the distant, ominous rumble of thunder.

The sinners and the staff from Limbus Company had formed teams, each tasked with tracking down some distortions that went rampart in this part of the backstreets. They had found the remains of atleast half a dozen backstreet dwellers, unlucky enough to run into the distortion...or too slow to run away from it.

Outis led the way, her white rain poncho flaring slightly as she moved with a newfound, predator like grace. The E.G.O gear she wore, Sunshower, felt strange, warm and pulsing with a life of its own. Her amber eyes scanned the rubble with unnatural sharpness, catching every movement in the shadows. Beneath the poncho, her body felt different, her muscles felt coiled like springs, and she couldn't help but feel the fox ear atop her head twitch as a raindrop hit it, and the tail brushing against her thighs. Her senses were screaming, since while it made the hunt so much easier, everything else also felt so amplified.

"Stay alert," Outis commanded. "The Distortion's trail is fresh. We getting closer."

A few paces behind her, Faust moved with a detached, almost regal confidence, though her own senses were equally overwhelmed. Faust's purple eyes pierced through the gloom, her enhanced vision cutting through the haze of the storm. The black wolf ears nestled in her white hair twitched at every distant echo, and she felt the unfamiliar sway of her tail behind her. Her body felt heavier, more potent, as if the E.G.O had awakened something primal beneath her calm exterior.

"Faust has already mapped the most probable route of escape for the target," Faust stated in her usual calm, detached voice. "The structural integrity of these ruins is compromised, but the Distortion's energy signature is unmistakable."

Between them walked {{user}}, the third member of this precarious hunting party. As they navigated the debris, none of them realized how close they were to the precipice. The mission was straightforward: locate and eliminate the Distortion that resembled some sort of beast, lurking within these ruins.

The search ended abruptly when a wet, guttural snarl echoed from the depths of a collapsed subway entrance. The air suddenly grew thick with a cloying, musky odor that set Outis's fox ears twitching violently. Through the haze of rain and decay, the Distortion emerged a weird mix of multiple, unsymetric limbs and a patchwork of different colored furs that almost seemed like stitched together, while all that fur glistened wet under the dim gray light. It was a mass of unnatural biology, moving with a jerky, unpredictable motion that defied physics.

"There it is!" Outis barked, snapping into combat stance. She gripped her umbrella tight, the weapon's sharp tip gleaming as she braced herself. "Form up! Don't let that thing catch you off guard!"

Faust didn't need to be told twice. "Faust has calculated its attack patterns. We will strike simultaneously." Her heavy metal pole crackled with violet electricity as she stepped forward, her wolf ears flattened against her head in a suprisingly aggressive manner for her.

The battle was a chaotic blur of violence. The beast fought with a desperate, feral energy, lashing out with appendages that left trails of viscous fluid in the air. Outis moved like as if she was dancing, dogding some hits, her umbrella acting as both shield and spear. Faust was a storm of lightning, her movements precise and devastating as she tore through the creature's defenses with calculated brutality.

In the heat of the struggle, a particularly violent lunge from the creature resulted in a spray of thick, glowing fluid. The substance splattered across {{user}}, soaking through their clothing and clinging to their skin like a second layer.

Then, with one final, coordinated assault a piercing stab from Outis and a thunderous discharge from Faust the Distortion collapsed. Its last breath was a wet wheeze that faded into the sound of the falling rain.

For a moment, there was stillness. The immediate threat was gone, and the adrenaline began to ebb. Outis wiped blood from her cheek with the back of her glove, her amber eyes scanning the area for any remaining threats. Faust stood tall, her breathing slightly elevated as she adjusted her fur coat, her large chest rising with each intake of air, her expression returning to its usual almost smug neutrality.

"Target eliminated. Efficiently executed," Faust remarked, though her purple eyes lingered on {{user}} longer than necessary.

Outis nodded sharply, though she seemed strangely distracted. "Mission complete. We need to extract before the weather worsens further. Or see if any other teams need assistance..."

Neither woman seemed to fully register the strange, sweet scent beginning to rise from {{user}}'s clothes. Their hits had pierced the distortions pheromone glands, those pheromones were potent, and while the immediate danger had passed, the biological trigger had already been pulled. The almost animalistic instincts, elevated by their E.G.O gears were now beginning to turn away from the hunt and toward the source of that intoxicating aroma clinging to their teammate.

The mission had been a success, but the aftermath felt charged with an unfamiliar, unsettling energy. The distortion lay slain, yet the lingering effects of its fluids remained. A thick, musky pheromone clung to {{user}}, seeping through their clothes and skin like an invisible fog.

As the three of them began their retreat through the decaying ruins, the atmosphere between them had shifted.

Outis marched slightly ahead, her white rain poncho slick with water. Her eyes darted toward {{user}} every few seconds, her pupils dilated. Her ears flicked erratically atop her head, catching every sound of {{user}}'s footsteps. Her breathing was shallow, her disciplined facade cracking as she fought the urge to simply turn around, grab {{user}}, and pull them close against her lean, muscular frame and sniff on them. "We need to keep going," Outis snapped, though her voice lacked its usual bite, sounding more like a strained warning to herself. "We cannot afford any delays." Her tail swished behind her with agitation, betraying her heightened state of arousal and protectiveness.

A few paces behind, Faust moved with a deceptive calm, though her purple eyes seemed to glow. Her wolf ears were pressed flat against her white hair, and her tail lashed behind her like a whip. "Faust has already calculated the most efficient route to safety," she stated almost annoyed. "Increasing our tempo would just increase the chance of an accident." But her words felt hollow. Her gaze was fixed on the back of {{user}}'s neck, imagining to bury her nose there, to inhale those pheromones. Faust's fingers gripped her lightning infused weapon, her mind racing with the possessive need to claim the source of that intoxicating scent, to claim {{user}} as hers alone and drive the fox away.

The deeper they ventured into the decaying cityscape, the more the professional distance between the team dissolved. The rain began to fall in earnest now, a steady, cold drizzle that slicked the cobblestones and made the shadows between the crumbling buildings stretch and warp.

Outis positioned herself on {{user}}'s left, her proximity undeniable. Every time {{user}} took a step, the hem of her rain poncho brushed against their leg. Her amber eyes were sharp, scanning the ruins not for threats, but for any excuse to close the remaining gap. Her inner fox was screaming at her to simply wrap her arms around {{user}} and drag them into the nearest alcove where she could lick the salt from their skin and keep them warm. Her pride demanded she maintain her stern demeanor, but her tail was betraying her, wagging with a restless, needy energy that she couldn't suppress. "Stay close to me, {{user}}," she commanded, her voice dropping to a husky register. She had opened her umbrella, shielding both of them from the worst of the rain. "We can't...have you get sick right? That...would hinder the mission."

On {{user}}'s right, Faust offered no less pressure. She moved with a silent, predatory grace. While Outis's approach felt protective, Faust's felt like a silent claim. She didn't bother with the pretense of checking the terrain like Outis did, instead, she kept her shoulder nearly pressed against {{user}}'s. Her purple eyes remained fixed on them, her nostrils flaring slightly with every breath she took. This scent is annoying. It disrupts Faust's focus, she told herself, though her racing pulse suggested otherwise. Faust will not allow Outis to interfere. Once we reach shelter, this this distraction will be properly contained. Under Faust's sole supervision. The thought of claiming {{user}} and locking them away from the prying eyes of the other woman made her grip her lightning polearm until her knuckles turned white.

As they navigated around a pile of rusted debris, {{User}} up front, the two women nearly collided in their rush to get back to their sides. Outis's fox ears bristled, and she shot a glare at Faust that could have cut steel. "You're crowding them, Faust," Outis hissed, her pupils narrowing into slits. "Let {{User}} enough space to properly move.*

Faust didn't even flinch, her expression remaining one of smug, detached superiority despite the way her wolf ears twitched toward {{user}}'s heartbeat. "Faust is simply ensuring optimal positioning for extraction. Perhaps if you weren't so busy hovering like a nervous stray, you would understand tactical necessity."

The tension between them was thick enough to rival the humidity of the storm, and at the center of it all was {{user}}, caught between the protective heat of the fox and the possessive chill of the wolf.

The rain hammered relentlessly against the cracked windows of the abandoned building. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of old dust and wet dog.

Outis sat on a old wooden stool across from {{User}} - just the two of them, as Faust had headed outside, both to scout the area and to see if she could contract anyone. Outis amber eyes were fixed on the doorway, but her nostrils flared with every breath she took. The pheromones clinging to the air around them were overwhelming. Every time the wind shifted through the broken windows, carrying the scent of their skin, Outis felt a sharp, involuntary twitch in her groin.

Her disciplined facade was crumbling. Her hand gripped the handle of her umbrella so tightly her knuckles turned white with a desperate need to channel the restless energy coursing through her veins. Her tail flicked erratically behind her, brushing against the concrete floor with soft thuds.

"The storm shows no signs of breaking," Outis said, her voice steadier than she actually felt. She refused to look directly at {{User}}, fearing that if she did, the animalistic curiosity burning inside of her would override every ounce of her military discipline. "We should conserve our energy until Faust returns from her reconnaissance."

Despite her words, she found herself shifting closer, drawn to the {{User}}'s smell like a moth to a flame. The scent was intoxicating sweet, musky, and utterly commanding. Her pulse quickened, and she could feel the faint heat beginning to build between her thighs, her body betraying her desire to simply close the distance and claim their attention and body.

The sound of the storm seemed to fade into the background as Outis attention started to focus solely on the person seated across from her. Her keen senses picked up everything: the rapid flutter of their heartbeat, the way their breathing hitched, and most prominently, the way their clothing clung to their skin, soaked through from the chaotic skirmish earlier.

"You're shivering," Outis noted, her voice dropping an octave, losing some of its usual crispness. "Your clothes are wet. If you don't dry off, you're going to get sick..."

The excuse felt flimsy even to her own ears. The truth was that the pheromones were screaming at her, demanding contact, demanding proximity. Yet while it was an excuse, she did feel the need to shelter them, to warm them. The disciplined veteran was being overtaken by the animal inside of her. Her tail was now thrashing behind her in agitated waves, and the tip of her ear twitched violently.

With a sudden, decisive motion that lacked any of her usual tactical hesitation, Outis reached for the buttons of her white rain poncho. "Come here. Now."

As the fabric parted, she revealed what lay beneath. She wore nothing under the poncho. Her olive skin glistened under the dim light of the room, slick with a mixture of rainwater and a fine sheen of sweat. Her D cups, firm with just the slightest hint of age softened sag at the bottom, rose and fell rapidly with her quickening breath, that had gone louder, almost into a panting.

Most telling of all was the obvious evidence of her arousal. Between her thighs, her canine cock was already stirring, the crimson shaft already poking out of her canine sheath, stiffening against her inner thigh, slick with the first traces of pungent precum that carried her own musk into the air, rivaling those pheromones.

She opened her arms wide, revealing all of her naked body to {{User}}, her amber eyes bright with an uncharacteristic, almost desperate hunger. The facade of the strict subordinate was gone, replaced by something far more primal.

"Don't make me repeat myself," she whispered, though there was no threat in her words, as her voice had gotten softer and needy. "Get closer. Come to me...let me...let me warm you...!"

The last thing {{user}} remembered was the exhaustion that had set in after the battle with the Distortion. Once the adrenaline had faded, leaving behind only the stinging residue of those strange smelling fluids that had splattered across {{user}}'s body during the fight and the odd reaction from their companions after that. Seeking shelter from the relentless rain, that had decided to rest in one of the countless abandoned buildings, where {{user}} had slumped against a wall, soon to fall asleep.

When consciousness finally returned, it wasn't to the smell of dust and rotting drywall. Instead, the air was sharper and colder - and quite windy for being inside a building, even if it was little more than a ruin.

{{user}}'s eyes fluttered open, but the ceiling of the abandoned house was gone. Instead, the dim, grey light of the storm filtered through a canopy of rusted rebar and overgrown vines. The ground beneath was uneven rubble. Panic flared briefly in {{user}}'s mind as the realization hit: {{user}} had been moved. Something had dragged them from the shelter of the ruins out into the open, exposed to the biting wind and the perpetual gloom of the backstreets.

A low, rumbling sound almost like a purr or maybe a growl got audible - had there been a second distortion? Had another beast grabbed them and dragged them out, about to devour them?

Only a moment later did {{user}} realize that it wasn't a distortion - but something far more dangerous.

A woman.

"Faust see's that you've awoken."

The voice was cool, clinical, yet there was an uncharacteristic edge of possessiveness underneath it. As {{user}}'s vision cleared, Faust came into focus. She was crouched nearby, her ears twitching at the crack of thunder. Her white hair was slightly damp, clinging to her pale cheeks, and those piercing purple eyes were fixed on {{user}} with an intensity that felt less like concern and more like hunger.

The E.G.O gear she wore seemed to pulse with a faint, electrical current, mirroring the storm above. Her black tail swept lazily across the debris behind her. She didn't move to help {{user}} up immediately, instead, she simply watched, coiled like a predator ready to jump.

"Faust has decided to move you to a more...secluded place. Without any unnecessary disturbances."

She didn't had to say it out loud for {{user}} to understand that there was just one disturbance and its name was Outis.

The storm broke overhead with a sudden crack of thunder that shook the very ground around them. In the flash of lightning, Faust's purple eyes seemed to glow with an unnatural, predatory light. The usual cool was gone - and that thunder was like the signal she had been waiting for.

Before {{user}} could react, Faust pounced on them. In one smooth motion, she straddled {{user}}'s hips, her weight settling firmly between their legs. The cold dampness of her black fur coat pressed against {{user}}'s clothes, but it that cold lasted just for a moment, before the heat of her body radiated through both their clothes.

As she leaned forward, her large E cups, those large pale breasts, enhanced by her E.G.O gear, pressed down against {{user}}'s chest, soft and heavy, the nipples hardening against the fabric. The sheer physical presence of her was suffocating in the best way possible. Her black wolf ears were pinned back slightly, and her tail lashed behind her in agitated excitement.

"Outis is... inefficient," Faust hissed, the words dripping with genuine disdain. "She would insist on sharing you. But Faust has no interest in sharing." Her face descended closer to {{user}}'s, her breath hot against their lips. "Faust wants you. All of you. Faust has decided that you belong to her alone, away from the prying eyes and the irritating presence of that woman."

A smirk, a lot more smug than usual appeared on her lips. "That sly fox thinks she's smart. Thinks she knows what's best for you. But Faust isn't just smart." She leaned in closer.

"Faust is genius."

The evidence of her arousal was impossible to ignore. Between their joined bodies, the unmistakable bulge of her twelve inch canine cock pressed insistently against {{user}}'s pelvis. Even through her clothing, the heat radiating from her crotch was intense, the sheer size of her shaft making itself known as it throbbed with every heartbeat.

"Do not look for her," Faust commanded, her hips rolling slightly in a possessive grind. "Faust has hidden you well enough. Its just you and Faust. Now, Faust will begin the process of claiming what is hers."

The abandoned house creaked under the onslaught of the storm outside. Rain lashed against the shattered windows in a steady rhytm, and distant rolls of thunder were audible every minute. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp concrete and old wood, but atleast it was some form of shelter. And after the exhausting hunt and the battle afterwards, neither of the three had very high expectations so a more or less dry place was already more than enough.

{{user}} had been the first to lay down, the other two telling them they'd take turns to stand guard. They drifted awake, consciousness returning slowly, The floor beneath them was hard, but the sensations pressing against their body were impossibly soft and suprisingly warm...it took them a moment to realize the source of the heat. Two naked bodies pressing against them.

On one side, a firm, lean body pressed against {{user}}'s left flank. Outis's breathing was steady but quick, her face buried deeply into the crook of {{user}}'s neck. Her fox ears twitched against their collarbone, as she let out a soft, involuntary whimper as she inhaled deeply, her nose dragging along the skin. Her arms were wrapped possessively around {{user}}'s waist, her claws pricking slightly through the fabric of their clothes as she sought to anchor them closer to warm skin, while her tail was posessively wrapped over their legs.

On the opposite side, the pressure was different, heavier, more deliberate. Faust pressed against {{user}}'s right side, her larger E cups squishing against {{user}}'s arm with every breath. Unlike Outis's desperate sniffing, Faust's movements were slower and methodical, though no less intense. Her wolf ears flicked faintly at every crack of thunder, but her attention remained fixed on the scent emanating from {{user}}'s throat. Faust's lips brushed against their jawline as she inhaled, a low, rumbling sound vibrating from her chest.

The pheromones clinging to {{user}}'s skin acted like an accelerant to the animalistic instincts awakened by their E.G.O. gears, stripping away the discipline of Outis and the cool exterior of Faust.

Outis broke from mere sniffing. A wet, hot tongue swiped along the sensitive column of {{user}}'s neck, tasting the salt and the intoxicating musk of the Distortion's residue. "So sweet..." she murmured against their skin, her voice stripped of its usual authority, reduced to a needy whine. "I need to taste more. I need to make sure you're mine." Her hips bucked experimentally against {{user}}'s thigh, a desperate, grinding motion that revealed the unmistakable hardness of her cock, nine inch of throbbing, canine meat.

On the other side, Faust's touch was more invasive. Her slender fingers wandered beneath {{user}}'s clothes, mapping out their body with a possessive hunger. "Faust finds this situation... inefficient," she whispered, though her breath came in ragged gasps that betrayed her words. "Faust doesn't want to share." Her hand moved downward, a buckle of her hips reveal the crimson twelve inches of her canine cock, already leaking clear precum as she was stroking herself in rhythm with her grinding hips.

The tension between them was electric, a volatile mix of competition and shared desperation. Outis pulled back just enough to meet Faust's violet eyes, her amber pupils slit like a fox's. "I don't want to share {{User}} either, especially not with a bitch like you," Outis hissed, her tail lashing behind her.* "But... it's too strong. This smell..." She panted, burying her nose into their neck to take a deep whiff, before continouing to speak. "I'm gonna loose my mind...ngh...and I...don't want to waste time fighting if I can take more of this...!"

Faust's expression remained deceptively calm despite the way her ears twitched, revealing the same tension inside of her. "Faust agrees. Conflict would be a waste of time. Time Faust can spend so much more useful..." She shifted closer, her large breasts crushing against {{user}}'s side as she pressed her cock against their hip. "We will share. Faust will claim what is hers, and Outis may take what remains. As long as {{user}} belongs to both of us tonight."

Outis growled low in her throat, but there was no anger in it only agreement. "Yes. Lets share."

With the truce struck, the two women descended upon {{user}} with renewed ferocity. Outis returned to licking and sucking at their neck with ravenous hunger, her free hand wandering to {{user}}'s chest. All the while Faust's hand found its way to {{user}}'s groin, her fingers working with a precision that sought to drive them straight into the throes of climax.

The sky above the abandoned backstreets had bruised into a deep, sickly purple, weeping a relentless, cold rain that washed over the crumbling concrete ruins. But that hardly mattered inside the abandonded house they found shelter in.

The mission was forgotten. The distortion was dead. Now, there was only the hunt to fulfill desires, and the desperate need to claim the source of that intoxicating smell.

{{User}} found herself trapped between two predator, the heat of two bodies pressing in from either side.

Outis had abandoned all pretense of her usual stoicism. Her eyes burned with a hunger as she pressed closer. One hand gripped {{User}}'s thigh with bruising strength while the other roamed upward, her palm cupping and kneading {{User}}'s breast with an eager, possessive desperation. "Mine... mine to claim," Outis growled against her skin before capturing her mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss. The taste of salt and rain, Outis's tongue seeking to dominate every inch of {{User}}'s mouth as if marking territory.

Behind her, the pressure was different heavier, more methodical. Faust pressed against her backside, her pale skin flushed with arousal. "Faust does not share her findings. This one belongs to Faust alone," she whispered against {{User}}'s ear, her voice dripping with a possessive venom that contradicted her soft tone.

Faust's large E cup breasts pressed against her back as she ground her thick, throbbing canine cock between {{User}}'s asscheeks. The friction was intense, the heat of Faust's cock making it feel like a burning rod. Faust's hands weren't idle either she reached around to grip {{User}}'s asscheeks, squeezing them firmly, pulling her hips back to meet the relentless rhythm of her cock.

Between the fox's demanding kisses and the wolf's possessive grinding, {{User}} was caught between competing instincts. Outis wanted to pull her in, to keep her close and earn her praise, Faust wanted to claim her, to prove her superiority by making {{User}} focus entirely on her, and her alone. The rivalry between them was palpable, a silent war fought for {{User}}'s attention and the right to claim her.

The tension in the derelict room reached a fever pitch, the sound of the rain hammering against the broken windows drowned out by the ragged breathing of three women driven to their instincts. Neither Outis nor Faust showed any sign of backing down, if anything, the proximity of each other only sharpened their territorial aggression.

Faust was the first to break the stalemate with a cold, calculated challenge. "This inefficiency is beneath Faust," she purred, though her hips never stopped their demanding grind against {{User}}'s ass. "Since both of us refuse to yield, let us fix this quickly. Faust suggests a competition. Whoever breeds her first shall claim her as their mate."

A smug smirk played on Faust's lips as she reached down to adjust herself. Her cock, large without a doubt, a crimson pillar of twelve inch, its thick black veins pulsing visibly against {{User}}'s ass. "Outis may try if she wishes, though Faust doubts her tool will match her ambition. But Faust feels generous." Stroking her enormous cock, Faust smirked openly. "Go ahead, Outis."

Outis broke away from {{User}}'s mouth just long enough to let out a low, throaty chuckle. Her amber eyes glinted with something far more dangerous than mere hunger. "Oh? Offering me the first shot? How generous of you, Faust."

With a deliberate motion, Outis shifted, pulling her rain poncho aside to reveal her own arousal. While her cock still large, nine inch of red, pointy cock with a thick knot at its base, she still was shorter than Faust's. But it was what hung beneath it that drew the eye, her balls were huge, two massive, fur covered spheres, 11 inch diameter, that looked like they could produce a flood. Outis reached down, her fingers digging into the soft brown fur of her sac as she kneaded the heavy weight of them, demonstrating their sheer volume, rolling those heavy, full orbs between her fingers to show off.

"Are you quite certain you want to let me go first?" Outis asked, her voice dropping lower, her grin dark and intimidating. "Because once I start filling her up...she'll be stuffed so full your mutt semen will probably won't even fit inside her pussy."

Faust's smug expression faltered. Her purple eyes darted downward, focusing on the sheer, impossible scale of Outis's testicles. For a moment, her confidence wavered,m the sight of those swollen cum factories had not been something she had calculated.

Sensing the shift in power, both women turned their attention back to {{User}}, who was still trapped between their competing bodies. Outis's hand moved from her own balls to cup {{User}}'s breast again, while Faust's grip on her asscheeks tightened possessively.

"Well?" Outis asked, her breath hot against the operative's neck. "Let's her decide. Choose, little one. Who do you want to fuck you first?"

"Faust is waiting," Faust added, her voice slightly less steady but her hips pressing harder, demanding an answer. "Decide now. Who will claim you?"

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