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“STOP, THIEF!”

Kiai wasn’t about to obey THAT order.

The Weavile was scurrying down the street, a bag over his shoulder containing a massive, gaudy emerald that was worth a massive amount of money to the right person. But Kiai didn’t know who the right person was, and didn’t actually care - what he cared about was having a very shiny, very coveted trophy in his hands. And he had it now, he just had to get away with it.

But he had one hurdle to overcome in particular if he wanted to succeed: Khendu. Chancing a look over his shoulder, Kiai cursed as he saw the Lucario hot on his heels. “Dammit, you’re not getting me again, stupid dog!”

“You’re not getting away, thieving fiend!” barked back Khendu sharply; despite the fact that Lucarios were not as naturally predisposed to speed as Weaviles, he was gaining ground on Kiai, and both of them knew it. That was bad news for Kiai - he’d pumped his Agility as high as it could go, but Khendu surely had as well. The best thing he could do now would be disrupt the Lucario with an attack, but he already knew that he had little chance of success there - his most well-practiced moves were particularly ineffective against a Lucario’s typing, and he was far from a powerhouse to start with. Disappearing into the shadows wouldn’t work either, that aura sense would mess everything up…

It was almost as if Khendu was specifically designed to foil him. Which made Kiai want to beat him all the more.

He tried launching himself onto the side of one of the buildings and running from there, his current absurd levels of speed keeping him from falling - but Khendu followed along perfectly, not even breaking stride and perhaps catching the wall even better. Kiai ran out of room rapidly and had to leap back down to the road, and a slight hitch meant he was losing even more of his lead, especially when Khendu deftly landed and shot after him once again. But Kiai knew he would win if he could just get to his goal - the central square of the town, where plenty of people were still walking even at the late night, and he could much more easily slip in between with his smaller size than a Lucario could. He could see the square up ahead, and at his pace it would be merely seconds before he got there, and had a high chance of making off with his quarry…

<WHAM> No shot - he didn’t make it close, as Khendu rammed into him with an ExtremeSpeed attack, the two sailing through the air and landing hard on the pavement, with the Lucario on top of the panting Weavile. “Gotcha, you little rat!” snapped Khendu as he grabbed the Weavile’s bag, opening it a bit to make sure it wasn’t a ruse. A great gleaming emerald stared back out at him, just as he’d hoped…but that moment of caution turned against him rapidly, as Kiai suddenly jerked out from under him and shot off into the crowd. “HEY! Stop!”

Too late. By the time Khendu was back up and rushing towards the square, Kiai had vanished. The thief would get another chance at some point…but at least he hadn’t been victorious tonight.

———

The alarms were quiet by the time Khendu returned to the museum. Fatigue was catching up with him a bit - at maximum Agility, the chase was taxing even for a Pokémon like him. But knowing he had been successful took the edge off a bit…a failure would have left him REALLY weary.

As he entered, a group of humans and Pokémon looked towards him, their own frustration seeming to vanish as they caught sight of the bag. “You got it back!” exclaimed the museum director, Horace, a somewhat older man who looked perpetually stressed.

“I got it back,” Khendu assured him, lifting the bag a bit. “And yeah, I already checked, it’s in there.”

“Thank Arceus! To think we almost lost the West Rhoda King’s Emerald…I don’t know what I would have done!”

“A monhunt to end all monhunts, most likely.” Reggie Bacchus, Khendu’s boss and head of the private security company StarLock, was rubbing his head in annoyance. “Not so sure we don’t need to start one anyway…I’ve lost count of how many times the Black Razor’s been preying on places around here. If it wasn’t for Khendu, I don’t know that we’d get ANYTHING back.”

“No fucking shit,” growled Hades, a Houndoom co-worker of Khendu’s who was perpetually irritated at everything. One of about five of them there that night…all of them had given chase, but Hades had tapped out quickly, he was a scent tracker, not a runner. “That little asshole Weavile is gonna get turned to ashes if I ever get my claws on him.”

“No kidding, if there was any reason I wanted to evolve, it would be him,” agreed Racer, a Growlithe. He was pretty speedy, but not as speedy as an Arcanine would be, especially with his own ExtremeSpeed technique. The problem was that he liked being small and cute…which didn’t mean he wasn’t effective as a guard dog, but it was a distinct handicap that he was choosing to hold back. Of course, one couldn’t go back after evolving, not without a lot of complications at the minimum, so Khendu understood why he was reluctant to pull the trigger.

“I swear, at some point I’ll figure out how to detect him…” Yareli, a Gardevoir, had her arms folded and a dark look on her face. She basically served as a living radar, detecting anything that slipped into her coverage area…except Dark-types, which still were eluding her ability. “But it seems like you were unable to apprehend him again, Khendu.”

Khendu gave a nod as he handed the bag over to Horace. “He slipped my grasp as I was trying to secure him and the stolen jewel. I tried to give chase, but he got away from me at Central Square.”

“Jeez, really? How many almosts are you gonna have with this guy?” scoffed Jettas, a Jolteon; he was supposed to be the real speed demon of the group, but hadn’t figured out how to control himself and use Agility at the same time, meaning he crashed out trying to do both at once. The mussed fur on his head suggested that had happened once again. “It seems like every time you get to him, he manages to give you the slip. You get the loot back, yeah, but then he gets to come at us again.”

“He knows how to be slippery…that is the domain of Ice-types, and Dark-types as well to a degree. But I WILL get him properly at some point.” Khendu nodded towards the others. “And we’re getting better at sniffing him out, too. I remember early on, we were always at disadvantages, he was getting well out ahead of us before we knew what was going on. Now, we catch him almost in the act itself, and we can keep close to him so he can’t just elude us.”

“Yeah, but he still gets away sometimes,” griped Racer.

“Well, sometimes the way things are set up make it hard for us. But we’ve been making sure they get better at that, too…well, when we can, I suppose. Some clients seem to think they don’t have to do ANYTHING…I’m glad that we have places like this who listen to Reggie and fix their vulnerabilities. But the point is, we’re getting better…and it’s going to be harder for HIM to get better, he doesn’t really have that much more he can do. And eventually that’s all going to come together and we’ll have him in our clutches properly. Then we can make sure his crime spree gets put to rest.”

“You’d think that’d be someone else’s job,” Hades huffed, steaming a bit. “We’re security, not Pokécops.”

Khendu shrugged. “Doesn’t matter whose job it is - if we can do it, then we should. But let’s be happy for tonight - apart from during the brief bout of excitement, everything is where it should be. And that’s the important thing.”

“Exactly,” agreed Reggie with a nod. “We did our jobs properly. Maybe we haven’t actually caught the guy for good, but that’d qualify as above and beyond. Let’s review what happened and work on making sure he can’t get us that way again…everything we do to make it harder for him gets us that much closer to getting him out of our hair for good.”

———

The sky was starting to lighten by the time Khendu was able to make his way towards his home. The whole incident had been reviewed, advice for beefing up security had been doled out, and the exhibit had been returned to the way it had been at the start of the night. Horace was eternally thankful for that - the pieces for that display didn’t belong to the museum, they were on loan from another overseas to showcase some cultural artifacts from one of their older civilizations. Things that Khendu didn’t know that much about, but he knew enough to know that these pieces were important to people, and not just for monetary value - they were irreplaceable treasures for someone’s history. The kind of thing he felt pride in protecting.

It was a job that fit him well - always important for an Urban Pokémon. Jobs were one of the harder things for them, they were so heavily structured in a way that most things weren’t in the wild, and it was tricky for them to be as reliable as they needed to be to keep their positions. But it helped to have a role that one was very devoted to, and Khendu was VERY devoted to this one - a highly honorable position, basically a branch of the law, doing good for others and getting in the way of scoundrels whose self-serving agendas harmed innocent people. Sure, some Pokémon derided him for his passion, calling him a stuck-up, brown-nosing jackal…but toxic barbs like that could scarcely pierce through a Steel-type, and the respect he got from those whose opinions he valued much more more than drowned out the haters.

It was safe to say that he was StarLock’s ace security mon. Not that his compatriots were any slouches in their own regard, but the raw drive he had to be the best he could possibly be had pushed him straight up to the top. He’d put himself through an intense training regimen that had pushed his natural abilities to the upper limits of his kind, and further grueling exercises to amplify his speed and stamina to the apex of Lucariokind. He’d studied the moves that could give him the most potential benefit for any potential situation - hard-hitting physical attacks like Close Combat and Meteor Mash, potent special attacks like Aura Sphere and Dragon Pulse, Life Dew and Heal Pulse to help downed allies, every possible boosting move available to him - Swords Dance, Agility, Trailblaze, Bulk Up, Iron Defense, Calm Mind, he’d use any one of them as he needed to to fit the challenge. He held in reserve moves like Force Palm, Thunder Punch, and Ice Punch to debilitate foes and leave them easy to apprehend, and if speed was what he needed, he kept every burst movement option he had available to him - Bullet Punch, Quick Attack, ExtremeSpeed, and even Vacuum Wave if contact was inadvisable. With tools in his kit for just about any possible problem he could come across, he was the go-to for all the important jobs.

Which didn’t mean it always turned out perfectly. And most of the time that it didn’t, it was the Black Razor who was behind it.

Khendu hadn’t known about this adversary when he started with StarLock; at the time, most likely the Weavile was much more small-time, not having anywhere near the notoriety he had now. But the name had started to come up as he worked for longer, rumors of a Weavile who was particularly crafty and clever and had a knack for the kind of thievery that could really drive security companies and their clients crazy. Rumor had it that he had never failed a single heist…Khendu wasn’t sure how much stock he put in that, but the fact that he was being cited as the source of increasingly daring heists had the Lucario determined not to let himself be caught off-guard, no matter how good he was.

It almost happened anyway. A job working for a transport company shuttling some very important documents suddenly met with disaster as the Black Razor ambushed them and snatched up some of the files. Khendu hadn’t been ready for it at all, it seemed a wildly unlikely target for a Pokémon thief, and pursuit seemed almost laughable with the way he zipped away…but they had been on the open road, and Khendu knew there were few places to hide, especially from his aura sense. He’d boosted his speed as much as he could and sprinted after the Weavile, rapidly closing the gap as his quarry clearly hadn’t expected a Lucario to give him that much trouble…by the time the Weavile had realized he was set upon, it was too late to do anything about it, and he’d taken a hard knock from Khendu’s flying tackle. He’d been intending to take the Weavile back with him to face the music, but the slippery thief had suddenly jerked away and scampered off, and Khendu had decided that securing the goods was more important than chasing the thief - it was his hope that perhaps he’d scared off the Weavile and even made him rethink his life’s choices.

That hadn’t happened. No, it seemed like the Black Razor was making a point of targeting him now, trying to get the better of him…Khendu was being put through his paces, as was the rest of StarLock, but it was the Lucario who was the centerpiece of it, and the one who was routinely tasked with catching him if he managed to slip past their defenses - which was a LOT of the time. And he was just as slippery when he made his escape, trying to use every possible method of evading pursuit, which was highly effective against nearly everyone other than Khendu, and not infallible against him. Khendu had beaten the Black Razor significantly more often than the Black Razor had beaten him, but sometimes he managed to get away...leaving Khendu determined not to let him get the better of him next time.

Tonight had been a victory, but of course, the thief had managed to get away again…making sure he was empty-handed was more important to Khendu, though. That was what people cared about more, that they got back what they were about to lose. If Khendu could satisfy that, he’d be happy, and so would his clients…the ones that would be unhappy were the ones who wanted the Black Razor captured and strung up, but so it went. It was more important to secure your own property and possessions than to punish someone else, in his feeling…he knew that well, given that he had a fair few possessions. And as he reached his apartment building, he was already feeling a sense of relaxation, the peace that came with returning to one’s own den, surrounded by familiar things. Maybe he had more things than the typical wild mon did, but it wasn’t like they didn’t have stuff…maybe not as complicated as what humans had, but that was to be expected.

In he went, relaxing further as the scent of home crept into his nose. Off came his work west, hung up on a nearby hook, and he stretched a bit as his body was returned to its natural state. He definitely didn’t mind the vest, it felt like it just put him in the right mindset to be on the job, but it was nice to get it off at the end of work, too. The lights were off, but he made no rush to turn them on, instead causally making his way towards his bedroom, his nice warm bed ready to be used.

It wasn’t the only thing in there, as he stepped in, smirking at the sight of the grinning Weavile laying there with spread legs and bared cock, giving him a familiar cocky smirk. “Almost seems like you’ve been waiting here for a while.”

“Not like I had anywhere else to go,” replied Kiai dauntlessly. “Might just have gotten my breath back from that ExtremeSpeed you laid on me.”

“No one to blame but yourself for trying to go full raw speed. You know what I’m capable of by now.”

“Well, maybe I felt like giving you a break this time.”

“Uh-huh. And the real reason?”

Kiai snorted a bit. “Look, some places just don’t have great escape routes. As much as I scoped out, I didn’t find anything really good to slip through. Figured the square was the best option I had.”

“Didn’t work out so well…not that I think you mind that much.” Khendu stepped up and grabbed Kiai, yanking him up and thumping him against the wall, a fierce grin on his face as he got up close to Kiai’s face. “Laying on my bed like you own the thing…you need to be reminded that you need to EARN that rest in my bed.”

“Yeah? Then you’d better ‘remind’ me nice and hard.”

“As if I’d ever give you anything but.” Talk was cheap, but Khendu’s canine cock needed the time to swell up to its full size, quite a bit bigger than Kiai’s, matching the Lucario’s larger size. He was a bit on the larger side for Lucarios but only by a few inches, but Kiai was on the smaller side for Weaviles and the sum disparity made them look like even more of a mismatch than usual…yet, it was plenty clear that this was a welcome mismatch for both of them.

What was by now quite familiar certainly hadn’t started out that way. The first meeting between Kiai and Khendu had been that job out on the road, where Khendu had surprised the Weavile with what he was capable of - and delivered Kiai’s first failure. His record HAD in fact been pristine before that, he’d never failed to take his bounty with him until then…and that had him seeing red. It wasn’t even about the object, Kiai never actually cared what it was he was stealing, what he cared about was that others wanted it and he could take it from them, and hold that trophy with pride as proof of his acumen. He’d gotten used to feeling untouchable, so being touched had not gone over well with him. He’d decided his next target would be Khendu, and he hunted down the Lucario’s apartment, intending to slip in and figure out exactly what it was that Khendu would miss most.

His choice of time to intrude was…inopportune, to put it mildly, sneaking in as Khendu was just entering his bedroom. Both surprised, the Weavile scrambled to try to take advantage and attack the Lucario, but with no attacks that weren’t resisted by Khendu and the Lucario very clearly FAR more trained than he was in that respect, defeat had been inevitable. And that was when Khendu decided to deliver a much more impactful message - they may not have been wild Pokémon, but between them, the rules of the wild still applied, and laying a ferocious dicking on Kiai was almost a mercy compared to what he COULD have done. By the time it was over, Kiai had clearly been rattled, and Khendu sent him off with a warning - there was plenty more where that came from, if he crossed the line further.

That, perhaps, had been the tactical error…debatably, anyway. Because the second time Khendu overcame Kiai, he showed back up at his place again to find the Weavile there once more - but this time, not there for thievery, but instead telling the Lucario to take his ‘reward.’ Khendu had been wary at first, wondering if it was a trick…but no, it was no trick, Kiai had been wanting more, the pleasure rush had been so fierce that he was almost craving it - and after his ‘loss,’ that craving had burst out something fierce. And with no real risk to the indulgence, well, Khendu could hardly find a good reason to say no.

Now, it was routine. Any time Kiai was beaten by Khendu, the Weavile would invariably end up back at the Lucario’s place to claim his ‘punishment’ for failure - it was a peculiarly organic trigger, but Khendu supposed Kiai was just kinky like that. And for his part, Khendu would invariably make sure the Weavile escaped - empty-handed, of course - to ensure that nothing would get in the way of him coming around for that fun. If Kiai came out best in a heist, then it wouldn’t happen…but it seemed that his pride in his skills was enough to override the desire for dick, and it was clear he wasn’t making it easy for Khendu to reap his rewards. Nor was Khendu ever anything but focused on the job when they were so engaged…this was their thing only when the Lucario proved his superiority.

But the intense look in both of their eyes made it all too clear that they RELISHED when that happened.

Kiai cried out quite loud when Khendu suddenly shoved in, hammering most of his dick into the Weavile in a single thrust. Despite the disparity in size, Kiai’s ass parted so readily for that Lucario staff that it might have been made for him - not that he was keeping out a powerful Fighting-type no matter how tight he was, but there was essentially no resistance from the smaller mon’s body. His hands reached out to grip tightly at Khendu’s shoulders, those sharp claws digging into the Lucario’s hide but barely registering to the tough canine; he tried to squeeze down a bit, but it wouldn’t be long before his body would just do it on automatic…his senses never lasted long under this onslaught.

Khendu, on the other hand, was as controlled as ever, driving in with as much intensity as he had on the job, except with no need to think too much about what he needed to do - pistoning his cock in and out of Kiai took no mental energy whatsoever. The rush of slamming into that tight hole was making him shudder a bit, though that wasn’t putting a hitch in his pace at all, in fact if anything he was getting faster as he broke the Weavile in all over again. And he was making good and sure that all that thrill, all that pleasure, all that eagerness was being fed right into the empathic sub’s head, ramping up his emotional response to the maximum. Emotions which were almost as addictive as the pleasure, and he had no doubt that Kiai was hooked on him, hooked on the rush from being railed with such ferocity…and this was one addiction Khendu was happy to feed, not only for his own raw pleasure but because it kept Kiai close, ensured he was just that little bit restrained.

Kiai would of course have denied that he was an addict, that he was totally in control of the indulgence…but the rush of Khendu’s assault on him was betraying the truth, that if he wasn’t so intent on thievery he’d have virtually no way of reining in those slutty desires for Khendu’s cock and sheer force of will. It was an unfair fight, after all…everyone knew that, while sex might have felt good no matter who was involved, a type-advantaged top was where the most potent thrills lay. The receiver having added sensitivity, the taker having increased energy and longevity, it was as much part of their nature as the moves they used working better. But what not everyone knew was that extra advantages compounded that rush, and not just linearly…a double type disadvantage was far more than twice as intense. What Kiai was getting now was the rush of an extremely rare triple weakness, which was currently mushifying his brain with a constant uptuned stream of ecstasy that was pulling him under without fail - it was impossible for him to keep his wits about him under this, and that was part of why it was so alluring, why it kept him coming back even as he knew it was putting his entire career at risk…Khendu could do this to him naturally, if he ever decided to up the intensity with some of his many possible buffs he might just break Kiai entirely. All this he knew, and there was still never a chance that he wouldn’t return after one of Khendu’s victories…which might have made the point about the addiction, even if he’d never admit it.

At this point, though, whether he was or not, he was certainly acting like it; his eyes were wide and thick with rapture, his tongue was lolled out, he was giving off incoherent moans as he writhed under Khendu’s grip, reflex making him clench on that Lucario cock as it drilled into him, over and over, smashing the Weavile’s prostate with ruthless reliability. And that got the response Khendu was looking for rather quickly, as Kiai shuddered madly as his cock spat its load onto the two of them, the chilly cum wafting a coolness around them that was in no way masking the fire of Khendu’s energy, especially with the scent of it redoubling his desire to achieve his own release.

He still had a ways to go for that, though, and he was making use of every second to overwhelm the brigandous Weavile to the fullest, driving into him ever more fiercely, intent on scoring a knockout with his cock alone. The mess only got thicker as Kiai kept shooting, a long climax that refused to abate, forcing his balls to churn over and over to keep that icy slurry gushing out. It wasn’t going to stop until Kiai ran dry, and that wasn’t going to stop Khendu from continuing to ravage him until he was good and satisfied, keeping him at that pinnacle for longer than was probably recommended, even for a libidinous creature like a Pokémon. Neither of them cared - it was the result they sought, consequences were for the future to worry about.

The best part was coming, though, as Khendu’s knot started to smack against that thin-furred rump, splattering the Lucario’s pre all over as the drooled out around that thick staff whenever the jackal pulled back. Khendu’s jaw clenched as he tightened his grip on Kiai, teasing the Weavile with that thickness for a bit, plastering it against that hole without doing more…and then, just when it seemed like Kiai was getting used to it, he struck, slamming it in ALL the way, the knot popping in and getting another breathless cry from the Weavile as he was suddenly stretched far more - and then another when Khendu jerked and popped that knot back out. His trebly-vulnerable rear had zero ability to resist that powerful pounding, the thick bulb barely having any more difficulty stuffing itself in and yanking itself out than the rest of Khendu’s cock, but Kiai was certainly feeling it a WHOLE lot more, his ass being broken open once again by that beast of a knot that he could no more resist than anything else. And the sheer rush of that was throwing his head into a tornado, barely aware of anything now outside of the visceral pillaging of his innards.

And Khendu simply kept at it, knot-fucking the Weavile over, and over, and over, his own heartbeat starting to thud as his loins began to tingle with that urge to release. He suddenly pulled Kiai away from the wall and into his body, the Weavile feeling the pressure from that chest spike as he threw his arms around Khendu’s neck desperately, as the Lucario started to slam in with the most ferocity yet, half-pulling Kiai down to break his pucker on that knot before jerking him off to pop himself out all over again…the Weavile could feel next to nothing except his abused tailhole and innards ravaged by that fat staff, the heat of it all wearying him even faster. His own cock was still hard, but unable to provide even a droplet more, the mess of icy seed mussing up both their furs and splattered all over the floor. It was too much, too much, he couldn’t handle it any more, yet he didn’t want it to stop, wouldn’t care if Khendu completely broke him this time…

Finally, one last thrust, and Khendu didn’t pull out this time, instead growling out as he finally loosed his load into the dark thief. The force of those shots almost felt like gut punches inside Kiai, making him twitch and spasm with each bolt that flushed his innards. His lean body was quickly packed up with seed, and then pushed out slowly to make more room, with that knot ensuring nothing could escape without a much fiercer fight. Fight that Kiai’s body simply wouldn’t have…all he could do was take it, just like all he could do was take that conquering cock that he couldn’t quit. So much seed, so much need…but already his own rush was tapering off, his body’s adrenaline sapped, that orgasmic onslaught finally retreating, and taking with it all that had been sustaining him since he’d started cumming. He slumped into Khendu, head never stabilizing before he passed out, still panting like he’d run ten marathons in succession.

Khendu shifted his hold on Kiai as he felt the Weavile concede to exhaustion, stepping back and settling them onto the bed. He could have gone several more rounds without issue - not just his stamina fueling that, but the natural advantage he held made it a lot easier to keep at it. But, Kiai could only take so much, and he wanted to make sure the Weavile didn’t get completely broken, that he could still go out and they could continue their game next time.

Was he compromised? Maybe a little. Knowing there was a thief out there who would come to strike at him again, that was perhaps putting things more at risk than he should have been doing as someone sworn to protect things. But there was an advantage, too…Kiai was one of the most expert break-in artists there was, and Khendu was sure he didn’t know half the tricks yet. What better way to learn about them, and to help protect against them, than letting the Weavile show off his skills and understanding how he kept getting past their protections over and over? It would only help them against others as well, the stronger their security against Kiai the stronger it was against most anyone, particularly the more ubiquitous human bandits out there. Even as one keen on keeping order, Khendu could see the value in allowing those elements of disorder to continue their work, so that they could become better at defying them.

And as he drifted off to sleep, Kiai settling quietly in his arms, he was determined to make sure this little bundle of disorder was able to keep showing him how to get better…and enjoying the rewards of doing so.