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"Okay." Mae took a deep breath, and drew on her usual mantra. "Crimes."

Truth be told, she had kind of forgotten why she was trying to steal a diamond.

On one hand, the benefit was obvious: diamond. Big shiny expensive rock, taken for free, because she stole it. Would steal it. But even she knew that there was no plan here, either during or after the theft. She didn't know how to sell a diamond without getting caught. Even if she did, somehow, both steal and fence it, she wouldn't be able to tell people where her newfound wealth had come from without panicking and admitting that she was, in fact, a jewel thief. How was she expected to ever keep something that cool a secret, for eff's sake?

Despite the many and obvious problems, though, she knew this was the kind of chance that only came once. There was a museum. There was a big diamond inside the museum. There was a dumb trash cat who wanted to get her gross little paws on the diamond. Maybe the real score would be the experience, the friends she made along the way. Or something.

That was how she found herself alone in a parking lot at eleven at night. This wasn't that much of a leap from how her life had been going, honestly, but the grappling hook was new.

"Crimes," she reminded herself. "Get this onto the roof, somewhere. Climb up to the roof. Find a skylight or something. Go down, get the diamond, walk out. Crimes. Crimes crimes crimes..."

Her arms already ached, and she hadn't even started climbing yet.

After multiple unsuccessful attempts (including a near miss when she almost sent the hook straight through a window, which would have ended things immediately and messily), Mae discovered that her new purchase wouldn't be necessary. Her irritation at having wasted money was easily overridden by relief. Besides, no-one ever 'wasted money' on a grappling hook. It was an investment.

The point was, after viewing the museum from all angles, she found an open window on a little architectural nook around the back. There was even a path up to it, thanks to various window ledges and sturdy light fixtures. Nothing she hadn't done before.

Soon she was creeping her way down an unlit corridor. She could only imagine how scary it would've been for any luckless guard to see her nightmare eyes approaching them in the dark. Hopefully they'd be more scared of her than she would be of them (a lot).

But the museum seemed totally empty. More than that, there weren't any security systems in her way. Mae started to think it was just a really, really cheap place when she began to notice that what had really happened. With her feline night vision, she could see there were in fact cameras and the like dotted along the walls, but they all seemed to be deactivated. Every window had a little black dongle stuck to the glass, and Mae realized that it was probably some kind of alarm. Climbing in the window she found, or even smashing the hook right through the glass like she almost did, wasn't the heist-ender they were supposed to be.

"Okay," she muttered to herself. "Maybe the power's off? I better steal that diamond before any of this stuff turns back on. Worth the trade-off of having to do this in the dark, hah hah!"

She turned a corner and saw a light.

It took her a moment to parse what she was seeing. She had come to the right place (itself a minor miracle, given her track record). The diamond was set in a big fancy display case, right in the middle of this big fancy room.

There was a guy there. Hanging off the ceiling.

A small flashlight mounted on his collar was the source of the light she had seen, and it both did and did not help her make out details. She could see a big bushy tail wafting around lazily, which made his acrobatics look all the more effortless. She could make out hints of his blue outfit, too, including a simple hat that was staying on through some kind of unspoken wizardry. He was, after all, upside-down.

"Glass is a little thicker than I was expecting, but that's never..."

His murmuring stopped (which was a shame, since he had a very nice voice) once Mae got too close. He glanced away from his careful work cutting through the display case and was met with her patented nightmare eyes.

Her earlier theories about other people being more scared of her than vice versa were put to the test. He didn't scream. He didn't even blink. For a few long seconds, he just hung there, his own eyes widened in understandable surprise.

But then they moved with a professional efficiency, as though sizing her up, and after a moment he broke into a self-assured smile.

"Good evening, miss."

"Uh," said Mae, utterly failing to match the casually confident tones of that smooth, rich voice, "hi."

"You don't look like a security guard."

"Uh," said Mae, who was by now kicking herself for talking so slowly, "yeah. Neither do you."

"Guess you wouldn't buy that I'm a perfectly above-board contractor, doing a perfectly above-board inspection of the display case...?"

Her eyes wandered upwards, to where his rappel cord met the open skylight. "Uh," she said, "no."

"Figured not. Worth a shot, though."

Part of Mae was bracing for him to throw down a smoke bomb, or blind her with some kind of sparkly powder, or maybe just hit her really really hard. She was a witness, and even a rival thief, if he looked at her very charitably.

"So. What brings you here?"

Scratch that. She was so clearly not a threat to him that he was completely unruffled by her presence. He actually went right back to cutting through the glass.

"Museum's closed right now, y'know," he added.

"Yeah," she said, "I know. But I don't care. I go where I want."

"Do you?"

"Yeah!" She turned her attention back to the glass. He almost had the case open. "I'm gonna steal that diamond, actually."

"Oh," he said. He sounded worryingly calm. "You've got a plan all figured out?"

"Don't need one," she said, partly to see what would happen.

What happened was that he laughed. "You're cute," he said, but it sounded like the way he'd say it to a child, or a pet. Maybe an especially interesting rock. Not a sexy young thief who was just as thiefy as he was. Someone he would be willing to train in the thiefy arts, or maybe just give a diamond to.

In moments, he had a nice big hole cut in the case, removing a circular disc of glass with a deft motion. He offered it to her. "Want a souvenir?"

"I'd prefer the diamond," she said, even as she took it. He just chuckled again.

If there was any sensors on the treasure itself, some last line of defense to prevent this exact thing from happening, it was just as dead as every other alarm in the building. Mae watched the movements of his hands as he took the diamond, cradling it, and slipped it out of the case. She wondered what it'd feel like to be the diamond in that moment, held in those light but strong and skilled hands, and then she wondered if that was a normal thing to wonder.

"Well," he said, "nice meeting you. I'd love to keep hanging around, but..."

"Okay, okay." Mae gave him a withering look. "Because you're hanging off a thing. Very clever."

"I like to think so." He was unruffled, his focus on slipping the diamond into a pouch on his leg. "Stay out of trouble, kid! I'm... not joking, by the way, if you're here when the police come that's gonna be bad for you."

Part of Mae wanted to plant her hands on her (sturdy) hips and make some declaration that she would heroically fight off as many cops as she had to, defeating wave after wave of SWAT team goons with her trusty baseball bat that she had, now she realized, left at home. But it wasn't just her lack of equipment, compared to the raccoon's clear prepwork, that punctured a hole in that. She had done nothing impressive so far, least of all in this conversation, and here was a potent reminder that she would suffer the consequences of law-breakery nonetheless.

He was leaving. This was her last chance. She had to say something that'd definitely get his attention.

"So," she said, "is that bat on the roof on your team, or is she about to cut your rope?"

"Wh-?"

The raccoon looked a lot less graceful when he fell suddenly to earth.

To his credit, he reacted in time, curling his arms over his head to shield his pretty, pretty face. He still landed heavily on the marble floor, but with a practiced motion he sprang back on his feet.

"Tsk! Silly girl!" The voice from above was definitely feminine. A lot more feminine than Mae's scratchy mumbling, at least. "Don't you know how to keep your mouth shut? Someone needs to teach you manners..."

Before Mae could formulate a response (she was a little distracted), the raccoon spoke. "Hmm... A bat, interested in jewels, but unwilling to do the hard work herself? Lemme guess. You're Rouge."

"And you're Sly Cooper." Despite the distance to the skylight, Mae could see the bat grinning. "I was told you were a gentleman! Leading with an insult isn't the best look, darling."

"Having my zipline cut tends to throw me off my game a little, socially. Do you want to start over?" He folded his arms and shifted his weight. (Mae's eyes wandered to his hips, slight but sturdy.) "Good evening, madame. Lovely night we're having. I certainly hope you aren't trying to steal my diamond."

Rouge lowered herself into the museum with a chuckle. She didn't completely sacrifice her height advantage, though, flapping her wings as she settled on a balcony railing. "All diamonds in the world belong to me," she corrected. "Other people just hold onto them for me for a while, sometimes."

"Cool," said Mae. Neither of them reacted to her.

"Listen." Sly drew himself up to his full height. He was pretty tall, with his shoulders held straight. "I was raised to pick my targets carefully. This museum, for example, is a front for an international smuggling ring, and I'm stealing this jewel to bring police attention to the guy behind it."

"Boo, cops," said Mae, likewise to no avail.

"Aside from that, I don't like to butt heads with fellow... 'professionals'. Not if they don't deserve it." His tone hardened, just slightly, as he tried to regain control of the situation. "You don't deserve that, do you, Miss Rouge?"

"There's only one thing I deserve," she purred. (Could bats purr? Mae was literally a cat and couldn't purr the way she could.) "It's right there, in that pouch on your leg. If you really are a gentleman, you'll give it to me."

Sly didn't dignify that with a response. Mae didn't know anything about international jewel thefts (she could now admit to herself), but she had seen fights start, and she could feel that electric tension building now with her whiskers. Part of her wanted to let it happen - if these two were interesting already, it would've been quite a sight watching them trying to beat each other up.

But someone had to be the adult in the room, here, and perhaps the best candidate was her, the unemployed, unqualified college dropout who knew nothing about crime or also anything else. "Hold on, hold on. We're all on the same team, here."

Rouge turned and gave her a very patient smile. "...Who exactly are you, sweetheart?"

"I'm Mae," said Mae, seconds before realizing that maybe 'Rouge' and 'Sly' were actually cool code-names and not just the best nickname somebody could wrangle out of 'Margaret', but too late for that now. "I'm also here for the jewel. Not that anyone asked."

"That's lovely, dear." Rouge had a nice voice. Mae had rarely felt so good about being patronised. "And here I thought that Mister Cooper was offering some kind of free apprenticeship for wayward children."

"I'm 21."

They both seemed a little taken aback by that. Not for the first time, she cursed her stubby legs. That was probably it. There was nothing wrong with the way she spoke and acted and presented herself to the world otherwise.

"Like I was saying," she said, forcefully, to hold everyone's attention, including her own, "this is a, like, bad guy museum. Right?"

"Right," said Sly.

"And also none of want to get arrested."

"Not as a general rule, no," said Rouge.

"So what I think is that we should all leave together, with the diamond - so it definitely gets stolen, and we don't get arrested - and once we're all safely someplace else, with the diamond, then we can get back to this dick measuring contest shit. Uh, proverbially. I don't have a dick."

She really was incredible at not shutting up just a few words before she should really shut up. It was like a skill at this point.

"I don't care if you have dicks or not either. It's, like, all good with me. Dawg."

God in heaven, she needed to be stopped. With lethal force if necessary.

Perhaps she had strayed so far into idiocy it had looped back to genius. Instead of laughing and brushing her off, both Sly and Rouge looked thrown. But in, like, a thoughtful way.

"I've heard worse plans," he said, finally.

"I've heard better," she countered. "I'm not scurrying off simply because the police might show up, at some point. I'd say we still have at least half an hour, comfortably, before this little ménage à trois of ours is interrupted."

"Deliberate word choice there," said Sly, with a knowing smile. "I know my mind went in a certain direction, after that verbal tangent from our young friend here. I expected you to have more class, though, Miss Rouge."

"What? Why?" She smirked right back. "Classier than you, perhaps - that's a low bar - but you know by my reputation that I'm no housewife. You just perked up because you heard some French, anyway."

"I'll admit, being reminded of Paris always makes me nostalgic. As well as stirring up a few... other familiar feelings."

"I'm sure it does. The City of Lights has a reputation for a reason."

"Just like us," he purred.

Mae had successfully prevented a fight, it seemed. Although she wasn't sure if Rouge was even remotely right about how long it would take for all three of them to get arrested. Also it seemed these two so-called professionals had completely forgotten about the diamond. Not that she could blame them, obviously half the reason anyone got into a criminal lifestyle was that the flirting was so much-

Wait. Hold on. They had forgotten about the diamond.

Mae couldn't hack into mainframes or seduce government agents or backflip across rooftops. (She just did regular boring jumps.) But maybe this was her ticket; her chance to outplay both of these supposed experts and walk away with the prize.

All she had to do was nudge them the right way, subtly place her thumb upon the scale to steer them in the right direction, all without them suspecting a thing.

"Let's get naked," she said, way too loudly.

Not only was it way too loud, and childish, and the absolute worst way to express what she was aiming for after they had done all that sexy flirting, it very nearly killed the mood. The look that passed between Sly and Rouge was a lot closer to confusion than lust. Had they forgotten she was even there?

But then, just as Mae was resigning herself to silently walking out and never speaking of this to anyone, Rouge shifted her weight in a small, subtle way that made the curve of her hips impossible to miss. "...I believe I have an idea."

"Oh?" The purr was back in Sly's voice. "Care to share it with the rest of the class?"

"Class indeed. This girl doesn't have any. And you don't seem to be the one to teach her."

"Nice wordplay, Miss the-Bat. Your point?"

"If we're at an impasse as to who gets the diamond," she said, "and we're both too pretty to hit each other in the face, then it's only natural that we settle this some other way. Our young friend here might just prove to be the perfect means of doing that."

"Are you really suggesting...?"

"Yes. The battleground will be her body."

There was just a hint of fang to Rouge's oh-so-innocent smile.

"First one to make her moan their name gets the diamond."

There was a moment of absolute silence, and then-

"Now we're getting somewhere. It's just a shame we never crossed paths before, Miss Rouge... I love the way you think."

There was no uncertainty in his voice any more. He was every inch the seductive, mysterious figure Mae assumed men who stole diamonds were supposed to be.

"In fact, I'll do you one better," he continued, in that ridiculously hot voice of his. "This is supposed to be a fair competition, right?"

"Yes."

"And we're both... well, experienced. We're no strangers to sleight of hand, slipping something important into a back pocket while no-one's looking..."

Rouge smirked. "Are you that worried I'll just nab the diamond during the proceedings?"

"Of course I am. And you're no doubt braced for me to try the same thing. So we need to even the playing field, as much as a contest between two people like us can ever be fair..."

His smile was subtle, but seemed to fill the room. Or at least Mae's feeble perception.

"Only way to really level things out is if all three of us get naked. Right?"

Mae's mouth had long since gone dry. Her ability to respond to anything someone said - one of the few things she would have considered a 'skill' - had completely deserted her, leaving a gap that Rouge was quick to fill.

"Dear oh dear... Men truly are predictable, aren't they?"

"Hey, do I need to remind you who's idea this was? I'm just trying to match the energy in the room, that's all. And I mean it." He held her gaze. "If you're serious about this little proposal of yours, then you won't have any problem baring it all. I can think of no better way to establish a kind of... primal honesty."

"You're a ridiculous man," she said, "but, admittedly, a cute one. I suppose I won't be too put out from seeing you naked..."

"Wow, don't pile on the praise all at once."

"What about you?" Rouge turned her gaze to Mae. "Do you think the gentleman's proposal is sound?"

"Bwuh?" said Mae.

"I'm asking if you're willing to get naked too, dear," said the bat patiently, "in order to settle this silly little dispute."

Mae's eyes bounced from her to Sly and back again. Sly's expression was eager, but with a certain restraint to it. He was apparently serious about having them both on board, which made the idea much hotter. There was a ghost of a smile on Rouge's gorgeous features, open but non-commital, which meant it genuinely fell to Mae. If she wanted, she could probably turn around and scuttle back the way she came, like the sad little crab she was.

She didn't want that, though. She had come here to break some rules, to escape the crushing mundanity of modern life. This was better than making off with a big treasure. Also scarier, sure, but she could handle scary things. (Maybe.)

"Yeah," she blurted out, before she could stop herself. "Let's get naked. Cool and good!"

"Wonderful." Sly seemed to very deliberately choose not to comment on her phrasing, or the squeak in her voice, and in that moment she loved him for it. "In that case... I'd normally make some comment like 'ladies first', but-"

"We're not classy enough to qualify as 'ladies'?" smirked Rouge.

"Not at all what I was going to say! Just that I was the one pushing for this, so..."

It was happening. With a calm, confident, graceful motion, Sly reached down and began divesting himself of his clothes.

Mae was a sexual creature. She had been around the block, sexually. So the sight of a master thief baring his perfectly sculpted body, all naked-like, was something that didn't throw her even a little bit. She definitely wasn't staring. Or drooling.

His fur was grey and soft. He probably took good care of it. But it wasn't so fluffy that it obscured his lithe muscles. He looked exactly the way she expected someone who leapt from rooftop to rooftop while committing crimes would look: hot as fuck.

"You okay over there?"

And that voice! Fuck! It was unfair that he got to sound so sexy too, after already being blessed with a body like that.

"...you're not saying anything. And I think you might be, uh..." He frowned. "...There's really no easy way to say this. You're drooling right now."

"Shit," said Mae, through what was definitely drool.

She wiped at her mouth and cleared her throat. She knew that there was no chance of clawing back any dignity (not that she had much to begin with), so the best approach here was just to honestly embrace her status as a hopeless little perv.

"You're, uh... incredibly hot, man."

"Thank you," he said, with a little smile, which was an incredibly hot response.

"Don't flatter him," came Rouge's voice, "he clearly doesn't need his ego stroked, darling."

Mae somehow managed to drag her eyes away from Sly's body, over to the woman who had plunged her into this entire absurd scenario, this wonderful torture. Turning her gaze in that direction didn't make things any less overwhelming.

Rogue looked like something out of a dream. A confusing teenage dream that would leave Mae coated in various fluids.

Her hips were wide, matching her ample bust. There was a slight taper to her waist that made her figure impossible not to appreciate. Just like Sly, there was a hint of muscularity to her physique that spoke to her incredible, adventurous lifestyle - and made her feminine curves even sexier.

After all, it was one thing for a woman's thigh to be as thick as Mae's head. It was another, even better thing for it to be obvious that, if her head ever got close to that thigh, the thigh would win. Maybe both thighs would wrap around her and keep her pinned to the ground, no matter how much she struggled, and the struggle would just be a gay little performance because if that actually happened Mae wouldn't want to ever get out from under there for as long as-

"Oh dear," said Rouge, with a gently amused smile. "The little kitty is drooling again."

Mae had no idea how she was supposed to keep things together, faced with this. She had psyched herself up as best she could, but the most she had honestly expected from tonight was breaking a window or something. Now she had a sexy guy on one side and a gorgeous woman on the other, both naked, both rocking bodies that she had only seen in comic books, both looking at her expectantly...

"This next part is gonna be a letdown," she mumbled.

"Nonsense, dear." Rouge's smile was surprisingly comforting, considering how hard it was not to keep staring at what lay beneath it. "We're all equals here. Go ahead."

"Confidence is a state of mind." Sly seemed to know what he was talking about; he seemed more at ease naked, in a museum lobby, than Mae had often been in completely normal circumstances. "Keep your shoulders back and your head high, and I promise, we'll appreciate whatever you're hiding under there."

Mae wasn't expecting life advice, but she had also not expected any part of this night beyond making it to the museum parking lot, so it was kind of the least bizarre thing to happen so far.

With a deep breath, she started to wriggle her bulky orange shirt off.

Their eyes were on her, she knew they were, and it made every instant seem to stretch out. She was trapped in a fabric prison for several moments...

...until she wasn't. Her shirt hit the floor. There was nothing under it but her messy black fur and her scruffy plump body. On top of every other questionable decision she had made tonight, she had left the house without a bra.

"Wow." Sly's eyes settled immediately onto her chest, and even now he managed to make that seem charming, somehow. "What a wonderful shape you are."

"You don't mean that..."

"I'm sure he does, darling. I know I would." Rouge's voice was a purr, her gaze was intent, and both of them were much warmer than they really needed to be. "Don't stop now. We bared it all for you..."

"...so it's only fair to do the same, yes," agreed Sly. "Even playing field. That's what it's all about."

"Um. Okay."

Mae still didn't know what to say, but that didn't seem to matter any more. All the communication that needed to take place now was purely in their bodies. There was a mild shake to her hands as she started undoing her belt, feeling two different sets of eyes eagerly drinking her in.

She got her pants down past her thighs, which was a struggle, since they were thick with more than just fluff. Soon, though, they were pooled around her boots, which she similarly fought her way out of.

"Hold on... I'm, uh..." She hit the floor, butt-first, in a motion that almost looked intentional. "Love these things but, uh, sometimes it's hard to, y'know..."

Mae trailed off, or more accurately, her words just dried up. They were both still looking at her, with such warm intensity. She knew that she was just a plaything for them, if even that. All of this was probably just a mean joke, or maybe they were planning to leave her here, naked, for the cops to find.

But it was so hard for those fears to carry any weight. Not when her heart was pounding and she could feel an intense, inescapable blush crawling up her neck all the way to the tips of her ears. She was supposed to just live in the moment, right? Here was a moment worth being in.

She got one boot off. Then the other. Socks, too. With a final, nervous motion, she wiggled her fat butt out of her unimpressive panties.

And then Mae Borowski was naked on a cold marble floor, looking up at two impossibly hot master thieves. Who were also naked. "Um. Ta-da."

"Well, well..." Sly was the first to move. He came in close with a movement that was somehow very fast but not (too) startling. "I expected to see some fine art tonight, but nothing in any of these display cases compares to what I see right now..."

Rouge laughed. "Rather basic, as flirtations go."

"The important thing is how the recipient feels," he replied in a purr. His eyes had never left Mae. "And I'd say that's fairly clear, wouldn't you?"

It no doubt was. Mae knew she was smiling - a nervous, wobbly smile, but a smile nonetheless. "Oh, c'mon... sh-shut up, man..."

"You heard her." Rouge was just as quick as Sly, seizing the chance to approach from the other side. "Be quiet and let someone with real skill show you how it's done."

The bat, in all her nude glory, lay herself out a mere inch from Mae's fur. Her eyes were like emeralds in the night.

"I'm going to do things to you," she said, "that you're going to think about for the rest of your life. Decades from now, when you're an old woman, you're going to still remember every detail of this night."

"I don't remember what I ate for breakfast today," said Mae, which wasn't sexy, but that was okay because it earned a laugh.

"Then I'll just have to work doubly hard to make this memorable, won't I?"

"Don't stress yourself out." Sly was already there, right on the other side. Mae was surrounded. Hemmed in. Trapped, in the best way. "Why work double-time when you and I can just work together?"

"Mister Cooper," she purred, "I thought this was supposed to be a contest."

"Competition is overrated when the prize is better shared."

"Holy fuck," Mae mumbled to herself.

The sound, however tiny, was enough to make both thieves focus entirely on her. Everything flowed from that moment.

Sly was the first to kiss her, moving up close and angling her face toward his own. His lips tasted as darkly sweet as she would have imagined, his fur tinged with a warm, surprisingly wholesome scent.

If Rouge had been meaning to claim the first kiss instead, she showed no frustration. She slid behind Mae, slipping both her hands through the scruffy black fur of her stomach until they both rested on her chest. She knew exactly what she was doing. With a subtle but undeniable touch, she massaged Mae's breasts in ways they had never been touched before, quickly working both her nipples into sensitive peaks.

Mae moaned softly against Sly's mouth, which he took as an invitation. His tongue was soon slipping past her lips with all the subtle dexterity the rest of his body seemed to hold. With a gentle tremble, she let him do whatever he pleased. She was still adjusting to the idea that either of these ridiculously hot criminals had any interest in her, so the feeling of his warm mouth on hers was almost overwhelming. She had never been kissed like this before.

Certainly, she had never been kissed while a gorgeous bat caressed her body. Rouge grew more bold as time passed, noticing that Mae's legs were spread and deciding to make full use of that. Keeping one hand on Mae's chest, the other playfully sank down along her belly, until...

Mae didn't moan that time. She practically squeaked. Sly responded by wrapping an arm around her shoulders and snuggling even closer, his lithe body pressing against hers. Honestly, it did provide a certain comfort. A solidity. Something she could squirm against...

...as Rouge continued to explore her, with a slowness that bordered between delightful and tortuous. Every slightest motion of her fingers was precise and calculated, like Mae's virgin pussy was a safe to be cracked. Her thighs were trembling, and there was nothing she could do to stop that. She did, however, do her best to spread her legs even wider. As overwhelming as this all felt, she still wanted to feel everything she could.

Sly was indulging that desire as well. He lay a hand on her chin, tilting her head into a more comfortable position... but that didn't distract her from his own excitement. His hips had drifted closer and closer to her side, and now she could feel her cock against her fur, stirring with calm readiness. Mae wanted it. She wanted all of him, all of both of them.

She returned the kiss as best she could, and clumsily reached for Rouge at the same time, pawing at the bat's thigh. With a soft chuckle, she obliged, snuggling right up into the crook of her neck. Mae's hips bucked when she felt those fangs, so elegant and masterful, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her fur.

She broke the kiss with Sly to loll her head back, taking a shaky breath. "This is... I'm f-fuckin-!"

She was reduced to another pitiful yelp when Rouge slipped her fingers a little deeper, claiming yet more of her woefully neglected clit. Sly shot his competitor a look.

"Be nice, would you?"

"Oh, please. Are you going to tell me that's against the non-existent rules?"

"Just rude, to interrupt a girl while she's talking. That's all."

He returned his attention to Mae, gently running his fingertips along her jaw. Touches like that were just as new to her as what Rouge was doing between her legs, and on some levels, just as erotic.

"You were saying, Mae? Anything you want to communicate to us?"

"I," she huffed, "wanna marry you both, except I just met you and marriage is dumb."

"That's nice, Mae."

"C-can you make me cum now?"

"I'd be happy to." He gave her a warm smile, that didn't waver as he went to reposition. "You hear that, Miss the-Bat? She specifically asked me. Get your hand out of there and - what was it you said? - let someone with real skill show you how it's done."

Rouge relented, but slowly, dragging her fingers right along Mae's most sensitive spots as she moved her hand. "Oh, just listen to him, darling. Typical masculine bravado. Don't feel the need to humor him."

Mae wanted to reply, to point out that she was very much not exaggerating any of her reactions, but a playful ghosting of the bat's fangs against her ear obliterated any chance she had of forming a coherent sentence.

Rouge was only getting started. "We know better, don't we? Elegant ladies such as you and I. It doesn't matter what that silly raccoon does to you-"

As though in direct reply, it was at that exact moment that Sly's face reached Mae's thighs- and an instant later, he graced her slit with a romantic kiss. Mae's entire body jerked, and she let out a half-groan, half-whimper.

Despite the clear effect he was having, Rouge was undaunted. "...a refined young woman such as yourself appreciates a lighter touch, doesn't she?"

Not remotely. Mae was a nasty little animal and had, for years, wondered about what it'd be like for someone to go down on her, usually exploring those fantasies while using one sweaty paw to roughly emulate what she imagined. Sly was doing a wonderful job so far. Like Rouge, he was starting slow, easing himself deeper and deeper at a steady pace. Mae wanted him to take his time but also to get to the good part. She didn't know what she wanted. She wanted him to do everything, and she absolutely did not need it to be 'light'.

And yet, maybe just because of how her voice sounded, Rouge seemed to be making a pretty good case. "I know exactly how to handle a special girl like you, Mae. A night like this needs to be savored. No distractions. No mistakes. Every moment should be just as memorable as the last."

Having some handsome criminal guy between her legs was already pretty memorable, but all Mae managed in reply was a pitiful little moan.

"Shush, darling, don't try to speak." Rouge drew even closer, snuggling into Mae from behind. Her arms carried a deceptive strength, one she was all too willing to demonstrate as she trapped the younger woman in a firm, tight, wonderfully inescapable embrace. "You don't need to say a word..."

Sly was strong, too. Mae could feel it in his fingers, which were keeping her thighs spread. Not that she had any intention of interfering with the incredible work he was doing- every slight motion of his tongue sent fresh pleasure rolling through her- but being spread open, being used, made the whole thing even hotter.

Just as hot as Rouge's voice, now impossibly close. Those fangs, that warm breath, right against her ear, cementing their closeness with every whispered word. "Nothing else matters. Nothing outside this room. Let your troubles go, and only think of us, here and now; this warm little moment shared by you and I."

She spoke as though there was no-one else there. As though a handsome raccoon wasn't kissing Mae's snatch like he was married to it. Fully enjoying his efforts, but also entranced by Rouge's words, Mae gave a drunken nod.

"Feel me," the bat commanded. Even her murmurs were confident. Sexy. "Let my every touch bring you to new heights of pleasure. It's what you deserve, my sweet little kitty... it's what you've always deserved..."

As she spoke, her hands returned to Mae's chest, massaging her tits with deliberate, possessive slowness. The rhythm almost matched what Sly was doing, but not quite, leaving Mae still tugged in two different directions. She shivered, head to tail, unable to cope with it all.

"I'm... I'm gonna c-cum on his ffffuckin' face... if you keep...!"

"Good. Do it."

It turned out Rouge could, in fact, get hotter, and it was by infusing her words with an absolute, unbending authority. Sinful thoughts Mae had harbored about certain teachers came back in full force. After all, Rouge and Sly were teachers too, in a way. They were teaching her a lot.

"Let go and cum right on his face, darling. He won't mind. He'll thank you."

Sly's fingers tightened against her thighs, just for a moment, but it was all the communication that was needed. He was listening, and he agreed. He wanted to taste even more of her.

"But when you do," hissed Rouge, "remember. Remember who you really have to thank for that pleasure."

"O-oh god..."

"It's me." Her fingers claimed both of Mae's nipples, twisting and teasing them with precise motions. Driving her wild. "It's my hands, my voice, and my body that you'll be thinking about for years to come."

"Oh god!!"

"Do it. Do it for me, darling..." Her fangs whispered along the most sensitive spots of Mae's neck, and Mae, the pervert, wished she would just fucking bite her already. "Admit what a sweet little slut you are, kitten, and-"

"OHGODOHGODOHFUCKSHITHRAAAHGH!!"

Cursing and panting and mewling, Mae came.

Her entire body shook and her hips lifted off the floor, practically ramming into Sly. He let out a soft grunt, but otherwise handled it admirably. In fact, he kept licking her, drawing out the strongest orgasm of her life.

Rouge kept working as well, fondling Mae's chest and cooing words of encouragement. Mae wasn't even processing them any more, though. The bat's voice was just a soothing counterpoint to the unbelievable pleasure setting all her nerves alight.

A few more whimpers, some more twitching of her hips, and Mae eventually melted in Rouge's arms. She panted for breath, knowing she must have looked like a complete mess.

She didn't care. This had been the best night of her adult life, so far. And it was just starting.

Sly pulled back slowly, his pretty face coated in Mae's scent. He lay on the cold marble floor like it was the most natural place in the world for him to be... and, no doubt deliberately, lay on his side in a way that drew attention to his cock, still hard and ready.

"Well, then..." It had only been a few minutes since she had last heard it, but Mae welcomed that warm, low voice like it was an old friend. "I didn't hear either of our names being moaned. But I think that proved things pretty conclusively, don't you?"

"Very much so," said Rouge. She hadn't let go of Mae. Hopefully she never would. "I made our young friend cum quite nicely for you. You're welcome."

"Madame Rouge, you have to be joking. I was literally between her legs. Don't get me wrong, your attempts were..." He licked his lips, slowly, and Mae realized with a thrill of arousal that he was savoring her taste. "...Well, let's just say I was listening and enjoying that, too. But are you seriously-?"

"Don't be a sore loser, Mister Cooper, just admit that-"

"Both of you shut up," said Mae.

They did. Maybe they were worried that she had heard sirens they had missed. By this point, though, it seemed the cops simply weren't showing up.

That helped Mae screw up her courage enough to say what was on your mind. "You both made me cum. You guys, like, ganged up on me there, so I'm not gonna give one of you points over the other..."

"Yeah, yeah," said Sly. "The 'girls, you're both pretty' spiel. But the competition-"

"Isn't over."

Mae bit her lip.

"I think it'd make sense if you, uh... if you fucked me, Sly. Properly. But then," she added, "we'd need to give Rouge the chance to fuck me, too-"

"For fairness," breathed the bat.

"For f-fairness, of course. And then..." Now she was getting really pervy. She embraced it. "Maybe it would be a good idea if I watched you... fuck each other? Too? So I could... get some pointers...?"

Sly looked at Rouge. She returned his gaze.

Slowly, both smiled.

"I think that could be arranged."

"Yes, darling. A wonderful suggestion."

"Cool," mumbled Mae to herself, already feeling her arousal returning to her despite the climax that had just ripped through her. Her eyes never left Sly's cock as the two thieves encircled her yet again...

...and, up on the roof, two cats took in the entire scene.

"This is ridiculous," sighed Selina. "They left the diamond right there. Amateurs."

Felicia- a few years younger, yet so alike- shot her a look. "So you're going to swoop down and snatch it instead, right?"

"Naturally, my dear. Naturally."

"Not distracted at all?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, kitten."

"It's just," said Felicia, slowly, "I'm a little distracted. After watching all that. We're still watching it, really."

"Do you have a point?"

"...Do you want to take a few minutes to peel each other out of these tight black jumpsuits?"

Selina rolled her eyes. "You're ridiculous."

Then, with trademark quickness, she pounced. A second later, the white-haired girl was pinned to the roof.

"...and someone needs to whip you into shape."