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"Are you sure sarge?" Opal asked tentatively, lying on the bed in the hotel room, "I mean... the tip..."

"It's solid," Tercer replied, stroking his waddle thoughtfully, "They'll be here, you just mark my words. Those blasted thieves will be here. Apparently this is their preferred spot to fence things after a heist, or so we've been told. They can run, but no one escapes Sargeant Tercer T. Reustier!"

Opal rolled her eyes. Egotistical as always, she thought to herself, if those thieves were this dumb they'd have been caught by now.

Idly she flipped through the hotel's room-service menu, not because she was actually hungry, but more to pass the time. Tercer, on the other hand, was staring intently at the monitor of their laptop. They had taken great pains to rig things with the hotel to allow them to spy on the adjacent room... not coincidently the only room that would still be available when their prey arrived. The department had paid off the owner to book up every room beforehand.

Like a freaking hawk, Officer Opal thought as she put down the menu and flipped through the well-thumbed dossier. The familiar faces of their adversaries started back at her from the datasheets. Both were notorious egg-thieves, wanted in a dozen jurisdictions for their repeated crimes against ducks and chickens. She wanted them bad, but she just wasn't as good on stakeout as her sergeant. She needed the action... the chase... and sitting around waiting was just so BORING.

Tercer's beak parted in a huge yawn. Hours had passed and still nothing had happened in the adjacent room. Tears leaked from his tired eyes as he fought to stay focused amid blinding fatigue. The image of the next room was burned so surely into his retinas that he could see every detail as he tried in vain to blink away the sting. Finally, he simply gave up.

"Officer Opal?" he snapped, eliciting a squeak of surprise from his bored subordinate, "Your turn... I'm beat."

Dutifully, Opal hopped off the bed and, straightening her terry-cloth robe, took the seat that Tercer had vacated. A pair of sound-deadening headphones lay beside the laptop, unused thanks to a lack of action and Tercer's disdain for music on the job. The rooster wouldn't mind, she thought, if she put on a good playlist to help keep her occupied. Besides, she thought, the old bird probably snores or something.

Moments later, the sergeant was out like a light and Opal had opened up her favorite speedy songs. Clicking open Freecell completed her plan to wait out a possibly fruitless stakeout. She had won about six-thousand games now, all with no loss, but was somehow still up for the challenge.

A beep.

Opal muted her playlist as her bored brain registered the lock-alert they had installed. Someone was entering the room!

Jeff laughed heartily as he swung wide the door. Close behind, Nadja laughed with him as they made their way into the room. Almost carelessly they tossed their packs onto one of the two twin-beds. Tonight had gone brilliantly; better than normal. Their contact had met them outside the hotel, unloaded everything, and bought them dinner to top it all off! Contentedly, the pair flopped down onto the remaining bed.

"What a coincidence!" Jeff crowed triumphantly, "and buying us dinner like that? I thought we'd have to wait all night!"

"He's getting soft in his old age," Nadja agreed, "Who would have known that he'd open up our whole evening!"

Nadja punctuated her words with a quick peck on Jeff's cheek, setting the beige bunny to blush as her meaning hit home.

"Our whole evening you say?" replied the rabbit, slipping an arm about Nadja's slender batty shoulders.

"You know how business gets me all worked up."

Without another word, the pair of thieves set their lips to work. Partners in crime, they also shared a personal passion between them. After a grand caper they liked nothing better than to blow off steam and revel in their infamy. Typically their make-out sessions were hot and heavy, and this was no exception. Between Jeff's stamina and Nadja's incredible tongue, they had a lot of steam saved up.

Jeff chuckled lightly as Nadja's dexterous tongue wrapped around his, wrestling it into submission as his hands felt along the luscious curves of her cat-suit. Shamelessly he slid his hands into the very wide sleeves that allowed Nadja's wings through, cupping one of her small breasts firmly. The slender bat's wings wrapped him in a living blanket as he slipped his other hand in the opposite direction to its partner. A gasp and a wide-eyed stare told him all he needed to know about the hot and moist place he had found.

The kiss broke, allowing Nadja to moan and gasp as Jeff's hands remembered her delicate folds. She liked it when he would tease her, dipping in a finger or two just enough to get it moist and then sliding it up and down her slit, barely brushing over her clitoral hood and tickling that special place between holes. His long, nimble fingers danced at her loins like he was picking a lock.

"I'd better get out of this," Nadja sighed, "or else I'll have to send you to the laundry room."

Jeff grinned at the delightful news and withdrew his hands. To Nadja's eternal surprise, one hand emerged with her bra and the other with her panties which he proceeded to twirl on the ends of his fingers.

"You naughty thief you," she gasped and giggled, awestruck, "I still can't figure out how..."

Her words were interrupted by a new kiss as Jeff wrapped his arms around her shoulders which she returned by once again embracing her bunny beau. When the kiss broke she found herself practically topless, the zipper at her back having been undone and her arms slipping out as she had pulled away. She hadn't even felt him manipulating the zipper!

"Magic fingers," he said cockily.

"Better check yourself before you boast too much," Nadja replied.

Jeff had only time enough to notice his shirt was missing before it was tossed into his face. By the time he cleared the obstruction, his beautiful bat babe had stood and now faced away from him. His eyes fixed upon her dainty bottom as she leaned forward, peeling the body-suit the rest of the way off in an arousingly slow manner. His stare fixated first on the soft curve of her fuzzy rump and then to the puffy pink peach that stared out at him from between her slender legs. With and exaggerated wiggle, she stepped out of her clothes. Of course by this time, Jeff was completely ready to take her.

I can't believe I'm actually watching this! Opal thought to herself, I should wake the sarge... but they haven't even mentioned anything about their contact yet... besides, they look awfully busy.

Opal had not moved away from the monitor since she had caught sight of the nefarious pair entering the room. Every minute that passed had her listening intently, wondering if she should rouse her partner, but when things got hot... she simply couldn't look away. These two had some talent in the bedroom department. Even as they kissed she could imagine what it must be like to be so in love... or at least in lust. Still, she watched every minute. She told herself it was because they might spill some important beans as soon as they were done.

Of course as the pair moved on to their sleight-of-hand stripping, she found herself becoming aroused. However they might be... this was HOT stuff! Try though she might, she had never found herself a boyfriend... and certainly no one had ever done that to her! Headset still on and eyes glued to the monitor she leaned back and sighed wondering what it must be like for someone to use their mouth on her.

And then the pair started mating in earnest. Her eyes widened in surprise when she finally caught sight of Jeff's impressive tool, and her beak went just a little slack as he unceremoniously stuffed it into Nadja's eager bat-cave. Their impassioned cried sounded through the headset as if they were in the same room with her, giving Opal a thrill of voyeurism as she began imagining herself in the room with them. Without her realizing how, she found her hands at her breasts, kneading her soft flesh and pinching at her nipples.

Her mind wandered into a fantasy. She imagined Tercer noticing her naughty spying and taking charge. He would be clad only in his boxers, as he was now, and she in her panties, having shed her robe before she sat. He would see the action on the screen and her achingly aroused state... and he would choose her. The grizzled old sergeant would seize the opportunity, like he did every other opportunity, and they would make such love that it would put these two to shame.

She tried to imagine what he'd be like. Probably rough, she imagined as she let a hand drift away from her breast. He'd smell like masculine power, grab her up in his strong arms, and just take her like she had always dreamed. She imagined how big he must be, even stealing a glance over to his covered, somnolent form trying to guess by his proportions... he must be huge, she decided. After all; big feet, big...

In her excitement she hadn't realized fully how worked up she had become. Her fingers dipped into her needy nethers over and over, working herself towards as shuddering climax. Back on the monitor, the bat and bunny humped merrily away, putting their nefariously honed athletics to use. Glancing down at the time she realized just how long they had been going at it! A moment later neither of these things mattered. Clamping a hand over her beak, she muffled a cry of delight as her orgasm hit.

Still going in the other room, the pair showed no sign of letting up. Opal guessed that the bunny-boy had plenty of energy and that once probably wouldn't be enough. With all this action, surely they would be there a long while. There was no harm in watching, after all. Right?

Tercer woke slowly, beak dry and parched and bladder full. Numb and clumsy he stumbled, eyes still closed in a vain attempt at continued sleep as he made his way into the bathroom. Lightly refreshed and coffee brewing (why they put the coffeemaker in the bathroom was far beyond him), he stepped back into the main room, yawning and stretching. That was when he caught his partner, wrapped in a robe, asleep! Her head hung back over the back of the chair, her feet splayed out in front of her under the desk. The headphones still rested on top of her head and the video of the next room showed it as empty as the night before.

Grumbling to himself, he went back into the bathroom to fix his coffee, swearing that one day he would finally catch those two, the Easter Thieves.