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To be a thief one had to have stealth as well as a large ego along with a fit body and knowledge of your ‘mark'. Robert Blaine had all of this plus the pride to know that no one would be able to capture him or stop him. The authorities were useless trying to figure out his patterns, which he changed at the drop of a hat, the hired mercenaries who tried to trap him with vain and clearly obvious setups failed time and again before giving up and titling the smoothly polished wolf, uncatchable. All it had taken him was three years of constant thefts of jewels, portraits, old relics and other miscellaneous items before he was herald as the ‘Bandit of the Century', which was so depressing...Robert craved the title ‘King of Thieves' that his ancestor possessed: Autolycus, had possessed.

Slipping into the highly guarded building was annoying since all of the guards were on high alert for his presence so the wolf had to use the underground maintenance entrance and then make his way upwards. Making his way to the main security room on the thirteenth floor through the unoccupied stairwells where three men in uniform were watching the monitors, Robert gassed them as they tried to get up and capture him. The quick sleeping spray had been a loan he was testing for a friend and Robert smiled as he removed the handkerchief from over his snout as the fumes died down. Quickly tying and gagging the guards up, the wolf set about switching off all but the main camera for the central area where his mark would be; he wanted this recorded for posterity. Leaving out the way he came in, Robert breathed a sigh before jumping up and flipping onto the ceiling and sprinting off, all thanks to a little gadget and an investment into a kooky tiger with a mechanical fetish.

Getting to the vault area was easy enough as, like clockwork, the guards walked off and out of sight leaving the wolf to enter and then jump down and land on the floor without a sound save the sweep of his tail through the air.

Who said bribes never worked? Authorities still underestimated what cash incentives could do even in this technologically advance modern era.

Breaking the combination code for the vault lock wasn't hard for the master criminal when the wolf had the code, a little something he picked up from his spy video inside of the commissioner's room when he and the marquis were talking about the new gemstone that the Arabians were giving to the city to hold as a good faith gesture for some kind of merger or something, the wolf never got into political mumbo jumbo. The wolf almost creamed inside of his designer pants back at his penthouse when he heard about the beauty and majesty of the ‘Onyx Blade Diamond' and the opportunity this would bring him, supposedly one of the largest and purest black diamond's in the world. It had been handed down to the marquis, a sexy looking cheetah with bright sapphire eyes, through his family line as a show of a male heir's maturity and leadership of the family line. Though Robert wasn't sure how a kitten of sixteen years old could be old enough to run anything, but then again he wasn't Arabian so it wasn't his duty to figure these things out.

All the wolf knew was that he was going to enjoy himself and his treasure as he listened to the sharp hiss of decompressing air when the vault's lock released, his sheath growing hard and thick as Robert envisioned himself holding his prize tightly against his chest and lathering it in endless affection before he reached out with his gloved paws to open the door. Stepping into the cool room, the wolf shivered and stared out with his golden eyes, watching as several little treasures were displayed for his preview, but at the moment all of them were nothing more than useless baubles beneath his attentions. Walking towards the back area of the vault, the wolf breathed a sensual sigh when his gleaming stone winked back at him. It was perfect, flawless, and awe inspiring; just like himself.

The combination code for the lock on this door he didn't have, but he did have a handy little device which would scramble the code and pop the door open. When will furs realize that for every piece of technological crap that they make there will always be another technological tool to unlock it or disarm it? Robert didn't know but when the door clicked open and the cities best safe guard switched off, the wolf opened the door and kissed his decoding machine before pocketing and stepping inside of the room. Sauntering up to where his prize was, Robert sniffed and caught the scent of laser discharge, a smell that was reminiscent of a heated iron burning fabric, and sneezed. Rubbing over his eyes, the wolf was able to focus his sight enough to see the thin streams of light blockading him from his treasure.

Growing annoyed with the over abundance of security measures, the wolf growled and snapped his thumb against his index finger making a subtle spark shoot off from his gloved paw and then watched as the lasers dimmed, sputtered and shorted out. Another little gadget he had, procured, from someone a while back was his electromagnetic glove that would short out low range frequency electronics like the flimsy lasers the commissioner had installed. After all, the old lion was a cocky son of a bitch who had no problem using any means to protect his cities most valuable wares but really, he wasn't an electrician, what did he know about whatzamawhosits and such? He just wanted his city to be safe.

Robert felt kinda bad, before he opened the lock on the case the diamond was in and pulled it out. He'd make sure to send the old guy a card of condolence in a week to make up for what he was about to do. Kissing the diamond and then carefully placing it under his beltline and into a small handmade pouch right next to his groin, the wolf turned around and backtracked his way out of the room and then out the vault right before he turned and found himself in front of six armed guards with guns, one of them being a towering lion with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Good evening." The commissioner said with a self-satisfied smirk on his graying muzzle. The lion was holding his gun right at Robert's head while the thief raised his paws up into the air nice and cleanly.

"Good evening commissioner Drake. How are you?" Robert said while smiling himself and wondering how long it had taken the older lion to set up this little ambush.

"Very well, I see you're out and about and up to no good as usual, eh Robert?"

"Who me? Never. I was just leaving actually so if you could lower those guns and let me be about my way please and thank you?" Stalling for time was an art every thief needed as he tried and figure out how he was going to get out of this one.

"The only place you are going is to the South Island Penitentiary for the next fifty years. So if you could hand over the diamond and I'll fit you with a pair of nice shiny bracelets, we can all go home tonight." The lion stalked close to the wolf while keeping his gun trained on Robert's head.

"Well if you really want it you have to come and get it." Robert thrust his hips out towards the commissioner and making his sheath flex and push the gem's outline outwards for everyone to see along with the impressive bulge the wolf sported.

"How quaint; lower one paw down and fish it out of there, now." Drake growled and hissed at the same time while moving forward towards his prey.

"Come and get it. What's wrong, you aren't scared of a little wolf like me are you my big, tough kitten." Robert smirked and chuckled making the lion and the other armed males sputter before regaining themselves. The scent of Robert's arousal wafted up into the air and into everyone's nose make everyone, save the wolf, squirm.

"I'm gonna ignore that remark." The lion said until he was only a breath away from the thief. The two male sized each other up, Drake looked down at the younger wolf and Robert looked up at the imposing feline. Twin honeyed eyes stared at molten chocolate ones almost impassively while the two male's wills battled between them.

Lowering his paws from the air over the lion's mane, Robert felt the luxurious fur of the other ghost through his paws before stepping forward and rubbing his crotch against Darke's midsection. Not sure if it was the wolf's sheath or the other rock in his pants, the lion purred lustily before coughing and lowering his weapon to the wolf's chest. Unbidden, the wolf wrapped his arms around the lion's body as best he could and then brought his head close to nuzzle the warm furred chest covered in the SWAT uniform.

"Back off or I'll shoot you." Darke ordered while before voice broke off into another purr of contentment.

Behind him, the other members of the team didn't know what they should do but all of them lowered their weapons when the lion's gun dropped down away from the wolf's heart. Soon that wasn't the only thing dropping...

Robert let his knees bend and slap against the tiled floor before his muzzle opened and the wolf mouthed at the hard lines of the lion's crotch. Draked let out a hard moan as he reached and rubbed the back of the wolf's head into his groin. The material housing his cock and sheath grew wet when the thief began to lick over the bulge and nom on his concealed balls. Behind them, the others began to drop their weapons to the ground and strip out of their fatigues while touching and fondling one another. At the moment, Robert wasn't caring about the others as his sole focus was on Drake and the hard, throbbing mound pulsing right in front of his muzzle.

Reaching around and grabbing the lion's cuffs along with kneading the feline's hard ass cheeks, Robert lifted the metal bracelets out of their pouch while unzipping the commissioner's pants with one of his fangs. Pulling the binding down, the wolf let the musk filled sheath rush out along with the barbed length that was the feline's cock and the heavy orbs encased in downy fur. Opening his muzzle as far as he could, the wolf sucked on the heady, pre soaked tip and then sucked as hard as he could drawing the full girth out and into his throat. Drake roared and thrust into the thief's sucking muzzle not noticing that he had dropped his gun, Robert had placed both paws behind his own back, and then clamped them together with the steel manacles he had intended to use on said wolf. Robert's head meanwhile, snapped back as he was forced to take all of the feline and then coughed when the rough barbs ran along the flesh of his throat. It hurt and was exciting at the same time since the nerves in the wolf's throat were being tickles and caressed by the dotted beads along the upper portion of Darke's maleness.

Pulling his head back enough to look through his peripheral, Robert smiled and tongued over the sensitive barbs as the SWAT members were busy trying to mount one another while growling and snapping at the other members of their team in a fight of dominance. It was so nice that all of the men here were alpha males and didn't know the first thing about submission. They'd spend all night trying to best one another giving the wolf plenty of time to ‘finish' his plans. Returning his focus to the thrusting hips of the male he was kneeling in front of, Robert made thick swallowing motions with his throat as he leaned into Drake's crotch and sucked down his erection.

The lion was pent up tighter than a coo-coo clock in church as his first load splashed the back of the wolf's throat and down into his belly while the thief growled in annoyance. Pulling back and nuzzling against the free flowing hose of flesh, Robert watched as the lion purred down at him with glassy eyes. He probably didn't even know who he was getting pleasured by, but the wolf had full intentions of reminding him. Letting the leaking shaft continue to mark him and the pure black suit he was wearing, the wolf crawled behind the commissioner letting his heavy balls along with the diamond bounce against the cool tile and then reached up and swatted his ‘kittens' paws from over his tail and posterior while snagging the lion's belt with his own black claws and tearing the leather. When the semi-expensive belt was popped in two, Robert reached up and tugged down Drake's pants right over his tail and then smirked when he realized that the ‘rumor' about the feline wearing jockstraps was trued after all.

Not minding in the least, the thief rubbed his messy snout, over the lion's backside right under his swaying tail and then grabbed the fabric of Drake's undergarment in his fangs and tugged it back until a ripping sound signaled that it had torn. Whipping his head back like a puppy who had a new chew toy and shaking the ruined jock away, Robert returned to pressing his face into his arch-nemesis' behind. The deep odor of unwashed and sweaty male made the wolf pants and he took a chance and licked the lion's clenched hole.

Drake roared making the room shake before hunching backwards to get more of the thief's sweet, hot tongue onto his anus. Robert found that despite what he had thought about the lion being full of shit, he thankfully was not. Darke's backside was clean as a whistle and there was even a hint of some kind of oil in between the feline's tight rear. Taking up the commissioner's buttocks in both his paws, Robert spread Drake open and delved into that heated vice with fervor. Behind him, the wolf cocked and ear when several muffled howls ring out resounding next to a few barks and yips. Sounded like the SWAT members having their own party and working on another round, the wolf thought idly before he got up onto his feet and loosened the strap holding his pants to his fur. When his lower regions were exposed the wolf took the diamond from the pouch and placed it to the side before taking his already hard cock and jamming it up the lion's ass without pause.

Drake roared again, his body was open but had never taken something back there before. His paws clenched as the commissioner fought off the wave pain spiking through his body. The hot burning lance ran up into his lubeless depths sinking as far as possible into the feline before the lion felt Robert rub his pelvis into his ass. Robert knew that he couldn't be long with this little ‘moment' they were sharing but did want to make it as pleasant as he could for his big ‘kitten'. The wolf's eight inch cock stretched Drake open and then stilled while pulsing and teasing the inner muscles of the lion rectum before Robert pulled back and hammered forward with a quick thrust. Drake ‘yerfed' as best it could be described while bowing his head and panting. On his golden brow heavy beads of sweat shone in the dim light of the room while Robert pounded another thrust into the lion's rear.

Their two hips smacked each other as the smaller wolf held the shivering feline in his firm grip the same as both of their testicles. The musk lined orbs of furry flesh swung in tandem as the wolf growled and leaned over Drake causing the lion to bend in half, almost. Hugging the lion as tightly as he could the wolf poured all of his sexuality into this conquest as he drove his cock inside out then out of the lion without breaking stride. He had longed for this ever since he had seen the cocky feline in the papers with his sexy as hell smirk on his lips and his chiseled body in the gym he favored. The lion never knew he was being followed since Robert kept his actions out in the open. He had stalked the feline for so long that the wolf knew everything about Drake's personal life and some of his private ‘habits'.

‘Let the next call boy he rents know who claimed this ass,' Robert thought as he drove his knot passed the barrier of the lion's anus into him before pulling it back out and hearing the dull roar of pleasure from the leonine muzzle. Drake was still a stud who had lost his wife some years back and needed relief. It was a notorious rumor that he hired prostitutes to satisfy his ‘urges' but the commissioner was slick enough to keep everything low profile and use the same three sluts he worked with at the youth center the next town over. Building up a stronger rhythm, Robert almost lifted himself off of the ground as he panted harshly while jamming his hips deeper and faster into Drake's tail. The wolf's body burned with the fires of rut as he pushed in cock further and further into the lion's ass while his knot began to swell.

Drilling the commissioner was a dream come true and as he popped his knot into the lion's anus and then pulled it back out he was making sure that Drake wouldn't sit right for an entire week. The hefty ball of flesh surged forward making the commissioner groan and purr while humping backwards in tandem without really knowing why. Times like these the wolf was glad he had the right tool for the right job such as this. His canine musk poured out of his body and rubbing onto the lion's backside coated Drake in both of their scents. There was gonna be a lot of talk when the commissioner roused himself from this night and made his way home, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that Robert felt a growl build up in his throat as his balls pulled up close to his sheath signaling the end of his rut. Bending further and whispering a few words into Drake's ears, the wolf felt the lion's backside tense up right as he drove the knot inside of him one final time and then howled out loud.

His cum came like a torrent up his balls and out of his shaft into Drake's tailhole. The lion roared as he own orgasm hit him like a jackhammer and came shooting his feline seed into the still open vault floor. Robert panted and grunted as he pulled as hard as he could from the lion's anus making Drake wince and yowl in pain before patting his rear and the pulling his pants up. The wolf watched as his thin trail of lupine cum ran down the feline's clenching tailbud, down his legs and onto the floor before leaning over and taking a good sniff of his marked territory.

Watching as the city's commissioner fall onto his face into his cum stained mess, Robert smirked and then gazed back to the pile of furry mess that made up the city SWAT team members. All of them were either zoned on pleasure or knocked out completely.

Sighing at a job well done, the wolf went over and collected a few mementos from the Special Weapons and Tactics team members in the form of their underwear, boxers, and then licked each other their sheaths and tailholes to capture their flavor to memory. Getting ready to leave the room Robert remembered one last thing he had to do as the gleaming black diamond winked at him on the floor...

*One Week Later*

Jeffery Jones, a young grey furred fox, was busy pumping iron at his favorite gym while looking over at a certain lion who was busy surveying the guys out the corner of his eyes. Finishing his reps and going over to do a little nondisclosure flirting, Robert smiled as wide as he could when he tilted his face over Commissioner Drake Polanski's face.

"Hello. Need a spotter?" Jeffery asked while keeping the smooth baritone rumble from giving away too much a hint at his game.

"Y-yeah, thanks." The lion shook his head, brushing his golden mane against Jeffery's abdomen, accidently, and then smiled before setting himself into position and picking up the three hundred pounds of iron and steel and then bringing it down onto his chest.

"Also, I still want to congratulate you on getting back the ‘Onyx Blade Diamond' from that thief. You really are something commissioner!" Jeffery said as he smiled down, cheekily.

"Thanks, but even the papers have let that go now." Drake said while grunting through clenched teeth and pumping his arms up and down.

"Yeah, but it's still the talk of the town. Man, coming muzzle to muzzle with that thief must have been something if you and your team managed to not capture him." The fox made sure to keep count of how many times the lion pushed the weight from off of his chest while making sure that his words were having the desired effect on his gym partner.

"I-it was nothing. He was just slippery. Managed to get the drop on us and then slip out." The commissioner said trying to keep the convo informal as well as unenlightening since he had to have repeated it six times already.

"Hmm, I see. Well at least you got the diamond before he could steal it. Though do you know why the Arab heir regarded it so strangely when he got it out of your paws?"

"No."

"Really? Hmm, guess it's just the finicky way he is. Though I did hear a rumor, that said," Jeffery bent his head down and whispered into the feline's ears. "That it was because the gem had the scent of lion and wolf on it. Care to comment, old buddy?" Jeffery asked with a shit eating grin.

"N-no...how the hell did you hear about this? And who's spreading these rumors? This is almost as bad as the one about me having oil up my tail; which is NOT true." The lion said almost viciously as he raised the bar up as fast as possible and then drove it down just as fast.

"Hmm, here and there. Oh well, all's well that ends well, as they say. Just too bad that you never caught that Robert guy." Jeffery grabbed the weights from Drake's paws when he was about to set it back into place and then helped the feline with his task.

"Yeah, well next time I'll get that son of a bitch good. Just wait and see!" The lion snarled and bared his pearly white fangs before chuckling haughtily.

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure. After all," Jeffery said before grabbing the lion's butt and poking him in the tailhole when no one was looking. "He is a slippery one. Maybe next time he'll be the one to catch you." The fox said more than he asked.

"Hahaha, now that would be the day and careful; it's still sore back there." Drake replied while rubbing his aching back.

"Yeah, having hard rocks up in there will do that to you." Jeffery said with a wink before making his way over to his gym back and walking out with a swish of his grey furred tail.

Drake stopped and thought about how embarrassed he had been when he had come from his daze with his own seed plastered onto his muzzle to see members of the SWAT team looking around for their underwear and then one of them pointing to the lion's anus. Drake had roared at them about what the matter was before one of them said that he had something up his ass.

Reaching around with his freed paws, the lion grunted as he rubbed whatever it was and then pushed with his internal muscles and found a hard black diamond popping out of his tailhole covered in semen. Gasping and staring wide eyed, no one said anything as the commissioner and team hurriedly got dressed and cleaned up their mess while in the security room a light mist was wafting through the air as a smirking wolf popped out a CD-rom with a full burned copy of the night's events on them before leaving three sleeping guards on the floor around him.

Back in the present, Drake shook his mane laughing at the irony before his mind snapped into place and he stared wide eyed at where the fox had gone to before snarling and rushing out after ‘Jeffery'. When he got to the front desk the day manager came up to him and handed him a folded up piece of paper. Slowly opening it the lion roared as loudly as possible before as he read the piece of paper:

"See you next crime, kitty."

On top of the Gym's roof some few stories up, Jeffery looked down before moaning and grunting as his body popped and snapped, his teeth clench and ground together, muscles grew dense and fur thickened and eventually shifted into an alpha male wolf with pure black fur and honey gold eyes. Smirking he grunted and moved off of the building and out of sight before anyone could register his presence.