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[center][b]A Thief's Honour: Prepare for Trouble[/b][/center]

"I still don't think this is a good idea."

"Shh! I'm trying to concentrate." Candy didn't look up from her binoculars, which were trained on the five story building across the street. She lay prone, bracing her elbows on the parapet of their building's roof while she scanned back and forth.

Jet's ears twitched. Why was this their problem? Wasn't this the whole point of police? He leaned his forepaws on the edge of the parapet and peered across the street, ignoring the gust of wind which tugged him to look down at the six story drop. On street level, next to the main entrance of the building they were casing, two men in matching black outfits slouched against the red brick all too casually, red and white orbs prominent on the belts at their waists.

A hand swatted his nose, jarring him back with a yelp.

"Get down! They'll see you!"

"Oh yes, because you're so inconspicuous."

"I'm not bright yellow, Sparkles, and your ears are like giant 'look here' signs."

"Well you're... " He fumbled for a suitable comeback. It eluded him. He settled for complaining. "Are you just about done? We've been up here for hours!"

"Yeah, I think so." Candy glanced down at her phone and prodded at the screen. "It looks like this plan is accurate and they've left the top floors mostly empty, as far as I can tell. That means we're definitely going into the basement."

"Great, the hardest place to get out of."

Candy laughed and blew him a kiss, then began packing away the binoculars in her bag. "Aw, c'mon Sparkles! You think two master thieves are going to get trapped in some upstart crime ring's secret base? Nah, we'll be fine. Find the lab, fry the computer, and destroy the prototype. In and out, easy."

"What was it you said? Oh yeah, 'these guys are bad news'. And even if we get in and get out, we'll have nothing to show for it."

"The prestige, Sparkles, the prestige." Candy drew herself up onto to her heels, hopped back a step to stay out of sight of the street, then stood and stretched. "We'll be the thieves who broke into their stronghold, and didn't get caught!" She sobered as she brushed the grit from her own uniform--a black long-sleeved shirt and matching short skirt. "They are bad news though, which is exactly why we have to do this. No one else can, and they can't be allowed to keep that tech." A loose strand of strawberry blonde hair dangled free of the soft black cap and was suitably tucked away amongst her cleanup. "How do I look?"

"Like you're compensating for a critical lack of friends."

"Aww, really? I thought it was kinda fetching." She struck a pose, accentuating her body's natural curves by leaning sideways and thrusting out her chest, one hand on her hip. The black fabric did cling in all the right ways, and those knee-high boots called attention to the delightful swath of bare thigh revealed by her skirt. Her lower lip pursed into a pout. "Not even a little hot?"

He'd learned the hard way that giving her a sniff meant she'd eat the whole berry. "If you want to jump my bones that badly I won't stop you, but forgive me if I'm not excited about pretending to be your slave."

"My prize," she corrected. "Trust me, they'll eat it up. I mean, look at how big and strong you are!" This last came as a croon as she leaned down, stretching fingers towards him.

"I swear if you ruffle my ears, I will zap you."

Fingertips scritched between his ears, digging beneath his yellow fur and massaging. "No you won't."

Dammit, why did that have to feel so good? He put on a show of growling, but didn't allow the latent current sparking in his mane to arc into the human. Candy smirked as she withdrew, awarding him a last, all-too-undignified ruffle of the ears. "You're cute when you act fierce."

"I'm sorry, did I hear, 'You go relax at the juice bar, Jet, and I'll do the job on my own'?"

"Nope, you're stuck with me, bucko. Now c'mon, let's do this thing. There will be more of them in the hideout later."

"Fiiine." Absurd as this whole heist was, no way would he let her do it by herself and make fun of him for wimping out! He padded after her into the stairwell, then down the six flights to the back alley. The pair of them slipped out into the street, Candy adopting a swagger as they crossed the road, making a beeline for the hideout building. The letters on the worn awning above the entrance were faded but the words, "Silph Co." were still legible. Not that the company still used these offices. Almost four years ago, they had moved their holdings into shiny new skyscrapers in downtown Saffron, but the old building still held the weight of the monolithic manufacturer's title.

The two men--probably in their twenties, though he'd never been great at estimating the ages of humans--straightened as they approached. The bright red 'R's on their chests mirrored the one on Candy's. The one on the left, a heavy-set dark-haired man, cleared his throat. "Ey there, missy. Password?"

"Slowpoke tail," Candy replied without stopping, making for the door between the two men. "I'm in a hurry."

"I can see that," the tough replied, stepping in front of her to block the doorway. "What's the rush?"

Candy fixed him with a scowl, accentuated by the shadow her hat cast over her brow. "Not that it's any of your business, grunt, but I'm on an errand for one of the lab techs. Got a delivery for him."

The man grinned, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Woah, okay, okay. Just asking. I ain't seen you around before is all. Got a name?"

"I haven't seen you around either, and like I said, I'm in a hurry." She jerked her chin up. "Now, if you don't mind?"

"Yeah, fine, but come back and say hi later, yeah?" The guy retreated from the door, gesturing her on with exaggerated panache. "Too much of a sausage fest around here."

"Dream on."

"That your jolteon?" the other guy spoke up. He was tall and skinny, with blonde hair peeking out from beneath his cap.

Candy glanced down and made an exaggerated gasp as if she had just noticed Jet, her hand on her chest. "How did he get there?" Rolling her eyes, she added, "Of course he's mine. Stole him from some punk in Celedon, though he seems happier now that he's with a real trainer. Kicks the crap out of a zubat."

"I'll bet. How do you get him to just follow you like that?"

"Trade secret darlin'. C'mon, Sparkles." Candy pushed past the guards and pulled open the door.

"Sparkles? Seriously? What a handle!" The bigger tough guffawed, slapping his hip, while other guy joined in the merriment. Inwardly seething, Jet followed Candy, his mane sparking. He probably shouldn't zap these two, but… as he brushed by the big guy's boot, he allowed a tiny bit of charge to leap across the gap before scooting inside. The high-pitched yelp and subsequent cursing as the door closed behind him was oh-so-satisfying.

Candy was already halfway down a short carpeted hall, heading for a doorway marked with a stair symbol. Jet trotted to catch up. "You could've used my real name y'know."

"Sure, but that way was more fun. Now, c'mon." She held the stairwell door open for him.

Grumbling, Jet slipped past her into the concrete surroundings, the door shutting behind them with an echoing whump. Above and below, switchback flights of stairs lead to destinations unknown.

"You sure this is the right way?"

"Of course. I basically memorized the plans. It's three floors down."

"Better not get us lost."

She grinned at him. "Oh please, when have I ever made a mistake?"

"Castelia."

Candy rolled her eyes and began to skip down the stairs. "Wasn't my fault the guard didn't fall for it! How was I supposed to know he was gay?"

"And then instead of calling for my help, you tried to knock him out with some move you saw in a movie." Jet followed on her heels, her boots echoing and drowning out the tiny clicks of his claws on the concrete.

"It was worth a try! It caught him by surprise at least."

"Yeah, and then he got you with his stun gun."

"Tried to. Still hurt though. He jabbed me right in the boob!"

"So what did you learn?"

"Yes, yes. Let you do the fighting if we have to, while I stick to the talking, finesse stuff, and generally everything else."

"So you're saying I should leave that to you?" Jet nodded towards the door of the B3 landing they had stopped on: a heavy industrial steel barrier with a glowing numerical pad above the handle.

"Nah. Gotta get you to earn your share somehow. You're up, Mr. Thief."

"Master Thief," Jet corrected as he stepped up to the door. The handle was a bit higher than average, but with a stretch, he was able to reach and get the tip of his forepaw onto the pad. Closing his eyes, he let his inner sense expand, following the conductivity from the bolts to the control circuit, and connected his latent internal charge to that inside the lock. A quick jolt at just the right voltage aand…

Beep! Click. The door swung ajar.

"And that's why I keep you around." Candy tugged it open, blowing him a kiss.

"As if that's the only reason."

"You're okay in bed but not that amazing."

"Ouch. I'll remember that next time you're moaning for my knot."

"Shh! We're in disguise here!" She kicked the door wide as she stepped through, forcing him to scamper after her. Unlike the lobby, this level was lit by bright fluorescent lamps, with cream tiled floor and walls painted an odd shade of light green. The sharp scent of industrial antiseptics and other cleaning products stung his nose. A long corridor stretched before them, with another hall branching to their right. Short windowed sections allowed a view into various workspaces, the closest of which was thankfully empty, its lights dimmed.

"If Sid's info is good, it's this way," Candy said, turning down the right hand hall. "Shouldn't be too far."

Jet stuck close, matching the human's stride as best he could with his shorter stature. "Is it just me or is it creepy down here?"

"A bit. Feels very mad sciencey, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

Candy led them down the first hall, passing two more empty labs, then turned left at another intersection. Here, the first signs of activity showed, a pair of white-coated techs working in one of the windowed rooms. Neither looked up from their tasks as the pair snuck past. As they neared another junction however, a short, balding man stepped out from around the corner, nearly bumping into them. He started, peering up from his clipboard at the pair of them and nudging his glasses up his nose.

"I say, are you authorized to be here Miss? This is a restricted area."

"Yeah. I'm running a part delivery." Candy made to step by the scientist, but he caught her elbow.

"Who for? I can take it to them. This really isn't a place where you lot should be running around unsupervised!"

Jet squirmed inwardly. This was bad. Should he zap the guy?

"It's for… Dr. Jones. He asked me to deliver it personally."

"Jones? I'm afraid you're in the wrong section young lady. He's on B2." The man's posture remained stiff, but he let go of Candy's elbow.

"Really?" Candy's fingers were tight on the strap of her bag. "He definitely told me level 3. I wouldn't be here otherwise."

"Yes, I suppose not. May I see your ID?"

Oh shit.

"Sure, one sec." Candy flipped open her bag, rummaging about. Her eyes met Jet's and flicked toward the diminutive man.

"You sure?" Jet asked.

"Yes!"

"Yes what?" asked the scientist. Jet didn't allow him time to get an answer, the Thunder Wave taking him down in a heap with no more than a short cry of alarm and pain.

"Shit!" Candy muttered, pulling a roll of construction tape from her bag. "Sorry about this!" Leaning down to the twitching man, she secured a strip of tape over his mouth first, then grabbed his flailing wrists, taping them together. His legs proved a bit of a challenge but, with a bit of effort, she managed to drag his ankles together and secure them too.

"Now what?" Jet asked, looking down at the trussed and still shuddering scientist. The man's eyes were rolling wildly as the effects of the paralysis began to weaken, muffled cries escaping from the gag.

"We gotta stash him somewhere. Hang on, I think..." Dashing ahead around down the hall, Candy checked a door handle. "Yeah, this is a utility room. Lemme just…" A bit of fiddling with her lockpick set, and the door popped open. By this time, the man was struggling more violently without much success, glaring at Jet.

"Hmm," Candy said as she returned to their thrashing captive. "I feel really bad but, mind giving him another zap? Kinda hard to stash him like this."

"Sure. Might want to tape up his legs a bit more too, I think they were starting to come loose." Dodging past the man's bucking feet, Jet loosed another Thunder Wave, turning struggles into weak twitching once more.

"Good idea." Taking a moment to add another layer of tape up the man's calves, Candy then dragged the helpless scientist to the door she'd picked and hauled him inside. As she shut the door on his muffled protests she called through it, "Again, sorry! I'll make sure someone finds you later."

"Now what?" Jet asked, glancing over his shoulder down the still-empty hall. "We got lucky that no one saw that, but now we're on the clock."

"We hurry." Scooping up the scientist's fallen clipboard, Candy walked briskly down the corridor that their captive had emerged from. "It's close and now we have this." She held up a plastic ID card. "Nabbed it off him. Should get us through any locked doors."

The pair of them scampered on, passing two more darkened labs before coming to a heavy metal door with a small reinforced window in it. Unlike the other labs, this one didn't have viewing windows and a red glowing electronic lock guarded the door. A bright yellow sign reading, "Authorized Personnel Only" completed the message of, "this room is important".

"Let's see…" Standing on her tiptoes, Candy peered through the window in the door. "Huh. That's unexpected."

"What? Let me guess. Full of scientists?"

"Not exactly… But there's a pokemon. A rhydon, big one, and he has that bored look that says he's guarding the place."

Jet groaned. "A rhydon? Seriously? It couldn't have been anything else… "

"You can't take him out?" Candy glanced down, a teasing smirk twitching at the corners of her mouth. "What happened to you being the muscle?"

"Ground type."

"Oh, right. That's a problem."

"A big problem! He's not just going to let us waltz in and wreck the place."

"True. And he'll be registered to one of these jokers. I can't try and ball him. Plan B, I guess."

Jet looked up at her, ears flattening. "What's plan B?"

"Hang on, I'm still figuring that out."

"Riiight." Jet huffed, scowling at the closed door. "Guess we can just ask him nicely."

"Y'know, that's not a bad idea." Candy perked up. "I bet I can distract him while you find the prototype and fry the electronics."

"How? 'Oh hi there Mr. Rhydon. Don't mind me and ignore my friend there, I just need to take a few things from this lab you're guarding.' Sure, that'll work."

"Don't you know? I can be very distracting." Candy tossed her hair, placing a hand on her hip in a 'come hither' pose."

Jet stared at her. "You're not serious."

"Perfectly. Poor thing won't know what hit him. Besides, not like we have many other options."

"We could leave."

"Not a chance. Not when we're this close." Without giving him the opportunity for more objections, Candy swiped the stolen ID card at the door's reader. With a beep, the lock clicked, and she yanked the door open and swaggered into the lab."

"I swear you're going to get us killed," Jet grumbled, reluctantly following his partner. At the very least, maybe he could hold off an angry rhydon with a few well placed Pin Missiles?

Inside, the bright lights illuminated a somewhat crowded workspace, several stacks of crates piled in front of the lab benches, and lab coats hung on a coat rack near the door. A low, gravelly voice growled out as they entered, "Hey… You're not the professor." A huge, lumbering form detached itself from the back wall of the lab and shuffled toward them. "You're not supposed to be here."

"Hiya sweetie!" Candy chirped, her smile emerging in full brightness at the advancing pokemon. "Nope, not the prof. I'm Candy, what's your name?"

The rhydon paused, blinking. "Huh? You understood me?"

"Yup!" She took a step towards him, hand outstretched. "It's okay, I'm a friend. So, what's your name, big guy?"

"Uhh…" The rhydon peered between them, questions floating half-formed behind his violet eyes. "It's Shale. But you still shouldn't be here. Prof said so." He was truly an impressive brute, towering a good foot over Candy and broad enough to create a significant barrier if he wanted to. Even from several paces away, Jet could sense the hefty weight of his aura like an impending landslide, easily on a combat level with himself, if not greater. No way could they take this guy if it came to a fight.

"Prof was the one who sent me, actually! See?" She held up the ID card. Candy's too bright, 'we're friends' tone grated on Jet's frazzled nerves. This wasn't going to work. No way.

Shale leaned down, squinting at the card. "Oh. That's prof's, yeah. How'd you get that?"

"He gave it to me! Said I should come down and reward you for doing such a good job on guard duty."

Shale's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, a dinner-plate-sized paw tapping his horn. "He did? Really?"

"Yup! He wanted you to know just how much he appreciates you!" Candy's tone lowered, growing husky as she took another step forward, reaching out to rest her fingers on the burly pokemon's forearm. "And I think I'm also going to appreciate you, big guy. I've heard that rock types are especially hard, and have great stamina…"

No way was the rhydon going to buy this. Jet tensed, prepared to dodge an attack and stiffening his mane in preparation for one of his own, futile as it would be.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Shale said, looking down at the girl, utter bewilderment playing across his broad features. "Thanks? No one's ever said that to me before." His gaze fixed on Jet, the puzzlement turning sour. "But who's he? He with you?"

"Oh, that's Jet. Don't mind him, he's my partner. He's just here to watch while we have some fun." Candy had maneuvered herself against the rhydon now, pressing her chest to his torso and gazing up at him, one hand on his wrist while the other wandered along his armored pectoral. "Be polite to our friend, Jet, and say hi!"

Jet sputtered. "Yeah, sorry. Hi." Was this 'mon's skull really as thick as the rest of him? How was he buying this? Moreover, the phantom tick tick of their remaining time until someone found the bound scientist--or walked in on this absurd charade--echoed in his mind.

"Huh." The rhydon's eyes remained narrowed in suspicion but Candy's wandering hands drew his attention once more. "Woah, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Candy's giggle rang to Jet's ears as completely faked, yet her momentum was that of a boulder bouncing down a gorge now. Her finger traced a line down the rhydon's chest, circling on his belly. "I said I'm here for you, big guy, and I wanna have some fun." Her hand strayed lower, hovering just below his hips, above a point on his lower belly where the white armour plates bulged slightly, revealing a softer region of his anatomy. An inch further down, between Shale's thighs, a heavy sack dangled.

"Oh. Oh!" The rock type's features lit up, Jet's presence forgotten entirely. "Seriously? You actually want to… with me?"

"I dunno, you tell me." Leaning back, Candy unceremoniously pulled off her top, tossing the cap aside in the process, which allowed her strawberry blonde hair to cascade down her back as she exposed her tight black athletic bra and pale midriff. "Brr, it's a tad chilly in here. Think you can warm me up, big fella?"

"Oh wow…" Shale reached out and delicately prodded Candy's flank, eliciting a twitch. "Sorry. I've never done this before." His paw settled more decisively on her side, grazing across her exposed skin.

"Not at all?" Candy asked, keeping her smile and half-lidded gaze on the rhydon as she kicked off her boots, the skirt following in short order. "That's a shame. I think you have a lot to offer a girl, don't you?" With this, her questing hand fondled the Rhydon, weighing and rolling, eliciting a shudder.

"Y-yeah, I guess I do." Shale's other paw fell to Candy's exposed hip, stubby fingers sinking into the supple flesh of her rear. "Well uh--oh, that's nice--I tried once with another rhydon, but never with a human. You're uh… really soft."

"Mmm, some parts of me more than others." Candy met Jet's eyes, her gaze flicking past Shale to the rest of the lab. "Why don't you give them a try?"

"Really? Sure. Rhydon's don't have these. Oh wow, it's so squishy!"

"Easy there, not too rough!"

"Sorry."

"It's okay, you're just a big strong boy, aren't you?"

"Heh, yeah, I am. That okay?"

"Mmm, much better. Keep doing that. Ooh, hello there..."

As the rock-type fixated on Candy, Jet edged his way to the work bench on the far side of the pair, keeping an eye on Shale to ensure he didn't draw the rhydon's attention. Candy had herself fully pressed against him now, her hips grinding into his crotch while he felt her up. A long, thick, pink spire of flesh poked its way out from between her thighs, flexing and growing with each undulation of Candy's athletic body.

Jet scowled, his own sheath tightening, a surge of sour jealousy roiling up in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't fair! But, he had a job to do. Somehow, the crazy plan had worked, and now the rest was up to him. A few more steps and he'd circled behind Shale, blocking his view of the action but also ensuring his activities were hidden from the rhydon, so long as he didn't turn around. A pair of computer terminals sat at the far end of the lab, rolling chairs pulled up in front of them, and a tall filing cabinet stood shoved up beside the far wall. He couldn't see the top of the work benches, but the prototype had to be here somewhere.

"All that for lil' old me? Lucky!" This time, Candy's giggle sounded far less forced, nearly drawing a growl from Jet's throat. "I bet you're all pent up too, aren't you? Let me have a little taste…" She was enjoying this, and with another male. He probably shouldn't be jealous--it was all for the job--but did she have to enjoy it so much? Lewd, wet slurping, followed by a pleased, throaty groan echoed off the walls, ratcheting up Jet's snarl. She owed him big time for this…

***

Much as she hated to admit it, she might have gotten in over her head here. The rhydon was massive, forcing her to stretch wide just to work his member past her lips. A few inches and he bottomed out in her mouth, that fat head cutting off her air and nearly choking her, yet she continued to bob up and down, wetting his warm flesh.

A shiver ran down her spine. Despite its overwhelming size--or maybe because of it--this was awesome! Thick masculine arousal teased at her nose, prodding her own hormones to stir anticipation in her loins. The effort of pleasing this spire of virility held a certain satisfaction, even while her own needs lay unaddressed, especially as Shale's approving grunts encouraged her ministrations, a pair of rough hands resting on her bared shoulders.

"Hey, where'd…" His sturdy form shifted, inadvertently driving himself deeper than she was ready for, nearly gagging her. Oh no he didn't. Shaking it off, she drew deep on his throbbing head, ramping up the pressure of her suckling and pumping his unattended shaft with her hands.

"Oh Arceus! Wow, you're really good at that..."

Damn straight she was! Her experience with Jet had taught her a thing or two. Speaking of... She hummed agreement around her mouthful, flicking her gaze to the side behind Shale's bulk, where her partner's yellow form darted away from one of the computer towers. A small curl of smoke rose from the machine, speaking to his efforts. Good boy.

Shale didn't allow her focus to drift, his hips rolling, forcing her to move with him. Couldn't he stay still? This was difficult enough! At least he was conscientious enough not to try stuffing himself into her throat. She'd be in real trouble if he did, though the looming threat of it was kinda hot. Maybe if she straightened her throat and could relax a little more... Sucking air in through her nose, she doubled down, dropping to all fours and gulping around his throbbing cock, testing her limits.

"Hey, slow down girl. Wait, are you actually… Holy shit!" He quivered, and the sticky, bitter brine of pre coated the back of her throat.

Her lungs were screaming at her, forcing her to back off to tonguing the tip, panting from the attempt. A moan snuck by around her mouthful, this time genuine. Fuck but it was fun to play with a guy like this, especially a pokemon! More than the simple erotic phsyicality of it, the taboo thrill and the delightfully exotic plesure of discovery with their varied shapes and sizes… The pure feral joy they expressed brought a matching surge to her own arousal, dampness seeping into the fabric of her panties. Not to mention the heady scent, the taste of his male pleasure on her tongue… Pure aphrodisiac, cultivated by nature to win over the strongest of their own species. One way or another, she was going to try taking this monster.

The rhydon's breathing was starting to settle while she caught her breath. Couldn't afford to let his attention wander. How long did Jet need anyway? Wrapping both hands around the base of Shale's shaft, she pumped in time with a renewed suckling around his tip, swirling her tongue around as best she could. Potent fluid splashed across her tongue, swallowed down despite its bitter herb savour. A little of this ought to keep him happily distracted, and--

"Yes! Oh shit, gonna... " The rhydon quivered, hunched over her, hands jumping to the back of her head, holding her down.

Oh fuck, already? She couldn't move, imprisoned by that gentle, yet rock-firm grip. Frantic, she sucked in a quick breath through her nose, swallowed once, and milked his shaft with her hands, coaxing on the inevitable.

Shale's cock twitched and throbbed along her tongue. "Y-yeah here it comes…" His guttural grunts rose in volume, and thick, salty cream gushed forth, quickly filling her already stuffed mouth. Candy drank it down, the load of heavy liquid sliding along her throat, only to be replaced by another, and another. C'mon, she could do this… The sound of her own frantic gulps brought a flush to her cheeks. Its pungent, vaguely earthen taste didn't appeal, yet the idea of the lewd act carried its own. He was giving her everything he had, spending himself in response to her, a subject to her fancy for his pleasure…

Shale's bulk shuddered, hips gyrating, the sudden buck disrupting her rhythm and causing her to sputter on the next spurt. She gagged, instinct yanking her back. The grip on her head loosened and allowed her to pull free, coughing on all fours, eyes watering, dribbles of rhydon seed running down her chin. So much for that on-top-of-everything feeling…

A low murmur of concern from her consort. He'd turned aside, his remaining shots arcing out over the floor while she gasped for air. It took a moment to find it, her throat raw from the exertion, chest heaving, jaw sore. "Fine, fine," she managed to wheeze out, waving away his chagrin. "Just a bit more than I could handle is all."

"Heh, sorry, I guess it was a lot, huh?" The rhydon leaned down, patting her on the back.

An understatement. Swallowing residue of his bitter cream, she cleared her throat and wiped her chin, rolling back to crouch on her heels as she looked up at him. Time to pour on the charm again. "Can't say I'm surprised, big virile boy like you." Not bad, she even managed a decent croon, albeit a tad hoarse. "Did you like that?"

"It felt amazing!" That grin could have been pure innocence, were it not for the evidence of his climax warming in her belly and the receding length of his shaft. His half-lidded gaze fixed on her, dreamy adoration underlying satisfaction. Cute, in a hard-edged, hulking brute sort of way.

"And we're just getting started, stud." She reached out, fondling his hefty sack and shooting him a wink. "Hope you've got some more in there for me…"

Somewhere in the back of the lab, claws clattered on the metal.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Dammit! Sparkles was running out of time. "Oh no you don't, cutie. I haven't finished with you yet." She stood, sidling up to the rhydon and continuing to grope him, her other hand reaching behind her to pop her bra strap and allow her exposed breasts to press against his chest.

"Where's that jolteon?" He wasn't buying it this time, looking from side to side, trying to find the source of the noise. A flash of motion drew Candy's eye. Jet was on one of the lab benches, sparks arcing in his mane. His head whipped down, trying for something she couldn't see. The prototype?

Shale was turning that way. Shit. She grabbed his wrist, murmuring soothing sweet nothings, trying to drag his attention back to her. It felt like trying to move a boulder.

"There you are! What are you doing?"

Candy winced. There wasn't a plan C! If Shale attacked, her best defense was in her bag, and it seemed unlikely that even a repel to the face would do much more than piss him off. Could she talk him down?

At Shale's challenge Jet looked up, the picture of innocent surprise with those perked ears. He sauntered along the bench toward them. "Y'know, just trying to get a better view of the action but you're already finished. Guess we're done here?" This last he directed at Candy, catching her eye and nodding ever so slightly. Good, he'd gotten it. That was her Sparkles!

"Oh, okay. I dunno about that," Shale said, the threat in his tone receding, replaced by the bravado of a male who knew he was in charge. Candy blinked, her grip on his wrist loosening. That was it? He'd bought that? He glanced down at her, his broad features lighting up with that same dopey grin. "I think Candy here still has something she wants, huh? Had a little taste, but not the full package." He thrust his hips, just in case his point wasn't clear, though his pink tool had mostly withdrawn into its sheath by now.

Hey, she'd never been one to question the whims of the universe. Maybe there was a plan C after all. Returning his grin with a suitably sultry one of her own, she ran a hand down his side, reaching around to his rear for a teasing pat. "You're right, I do. But not here. I think we'd be much more comfortable somewhere else, hmm?"

"Oh." The rock type deflated like a depressed drifblim. "But, I'm not supposed to leave. I'm on guard duty. I really wanna go with you though. You're nice. No one is ever nice to me here. Not even the prof."

"Gee that's too bad," Jet said, hopping down from the bench and resisting the urge to flick his ears. "I guess we'll be going then." He started walking towards the door.

It wasn't likely, but what if the Rockets had a way of understanding the rhydon? A surge of guilt prodded her. Not to mention he'd take the fall for their intrusion, once it was discovered. Maybe there was another way… "Hm, I've got a great idea," she said, looking up at Shale. "Is your ball here?"

"Yeah." He nodded to the work bench behind him. "In that drawer."

"Why doesn't Jet here take over guard duty for you, and you can sneak out with me for a bit? Won't that be fun?"

Jet blinked. "What?"

Shale let out an echoing noise of confusion. Candy grinned. "Yeah! I'd hate to leave you all pent up and needy… And Jet doesn't mind at all! Right?"

Her partner glared at her. C'mon, get the message, Sparkles! She raised an eyebrow and mouthed the words, 'trust me', keeping her face below Shale's view.

His ears went flat. "Uh… sure."

"Great!" Extricating herself from the rhydon, she sashayed over to the drawer Shale had indicated, picking up her discarded clothing along the way. She rummaged inside for a moment before finding an ordinary white and red pokeball. Drawing it out, she pointed it at Shale. "There we go. You ready big guy?"

Shale's baffled expression lost the battle with his returning libido. "Yeah I guess so." He smirked at Jet. "Sorry short stuff, the lady knows what she needs."

Jet bristled, but held his tongue as Candy hit the recall button. The rhydon vanished in a beam of white light, and in an instant, the two of them were alone in the lab. The second the ball clicked shut, Jet let loose his contained outburst.

"Why?!"

Candy laughed as she began to dress. He didn't get it, but at least he trusted her enough to follow her lead. "Oh, don't be such a grumpy guts. I felt bad for leaving him here. He'll get the blame for all this, and he probably isn't treated well to begin with. This way, he can get another chance, either as a free 'mon, or with us. Plus, that leaves that doctor as the only witness, and he doesn't know what we were here for."

Jet shook his head vigorously. "No way. No way is he joining our team!"

"Aww, Sparkles! Are you jealous?" Maybe that was unfair, but it was just so fun to push his buttons!

"No! I just don't want a giant dunderhead around messing up our plans!"

Candy winked as she pulled on her pants. "Sure sounds like jealousy to me." Sobering, she added, "He's not like you. He's a trainer's 'mon, so he's used to being in a ball. Could be handy to have his help on jobs."

"And you think he's just going to ignore that fact that you're kidnapping him?"

"Not kidnapping, liberating. He said himself he'd rather come with us than stay here." She shrugged as she straightened up, now fully clothed once more, and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. "Well, with me anyway. I told you I can be very persuasive." It was the right thing to do in the end. Rule number two: no one gets hurt, and the big sweetheart deserved better than being a slave to these guys. They were exactly the kind of crooks she disliked! Stuck-up bullies who didn't care who they took from or hurt for their own gain.

"And insane," Jet growled. "I hope you're ready to deal with an angry rhydon."

"I'm sure I can calm him down. Did you get the prototype?"

"Sort of." He shifted from foot to foot, wincing. "I ate it."

"What?!"

"It wasn't breaking, so I ate it. We'll deal with it later. We need to get out of here."

"Blech, that's disgusting, Sparkles." Candy made a face. She was not dealing with that later, that would be his problem! "But you're right. You fried the computers?"

"Yeah."

"Then we've done what we can. Hopefully it's enough to at least slow them down." She turned and walked to the door. "Let's get out of here."

"Right behind you."

***

Escaping the Rocket complex proved to be as easy as breaking in had, despite Candy's insistence in leaving a note on the lab door for someone to go find the man they'd tied up. Within the hour, the pair of them were back at their hotel halfway across town, no richer, but with a piece of highly illegal tech somewhere in Jet's digestive tract, and an oblivious rhydon in Candy's pocket.

"Just let me do the talking," Candy said as she sat on the edge of the bed, balancing Shale's pokeball on her palm. She still wore the Rocket uniform though she'd removed her boots, leaving her in knee-high socks.

"Don't worry, I plan to." Jet sat on his haunches on an armchair in the corner of the room, watching the pokeball with apprehension. "You could just leave him in there you know. Pass him off to some trainer."

"That would be mean. You know how I feel about that."

"Yeah, I guess." Jet sighed. It would be impossible to talk her out of this now that she had her teeth into the idea. "Just keep your finger on that recall button."

"Why, Sparkles, it almost sounds like you're worried about me!"

"More about our hotel bill if he wrecks the room."

"Aww, aren't you sweet." She blew him a kiss. "Here goes." Her thumb hit the button, and in a blaze of light, the rhydon materialized next to the bed, facing Candy. The sudden presence of Shale's towering bulk made the room feel far smaller than it had a second ago. The rock type shook himself as though he'd just awoken and looked around, his tail twitching.

"Hey there sweetie," Candy said, uncrossing her legs and smiling at him. "How does it feel to be out of there?"

"Uh, good, I guess." Shale's roving gaze landed on Jet and narrowed. "Hey, what's he doing here? I thought--"

"Don't worry," Candy interrupted, "the professor came back before we left. He said it was okay for you to come with us for a bit. No need for anyone to guard the lab."

Jet winced at the thin lie. Sure, no need to guard the lab after it had been ransacked by them. It seemed that Shale's deductive skills hadn't improved during the short trip to the hotel however, as he gave a slow nod, a broad grin breaking out on his wide features.

"Wow okay. They've never given me permission to leave before. It's really okay?"

"Yup. Do you like it there? Do they treat you well?" Candy asked.

Shale shrugged. "They normally just order me to do stuff, and yell at me if I mess up. It's okay I guess, though sometimes they keep me in the ball for a long time." He glanced away, tail twitching, his big paws tapping his belly. "You're uh… Way nicer."

Despite his earlier objections, Jet felt a small pang of sympathy for the big 'mon. He couldn't imagine losing his own freedom, and to be forced to follow orders? Much as Candy got on his nerves at times, she never treated him like a slave. This plan of hers was still incredibly stupid, but he could support the intentions behind it at least.

"Aww, you're just a big softie under that hard shell, aren't you?" Candy stood and made her way over to him, placing a hand on his chest. Her stance had her legs spread, causing the skirt to ride up a little higher, exposing more pale thigh. "What do you think? Wanna have a bit more fun?"

"Oh Arceus yes." Shale's paws fell to her hips, a low, lustful rumble rolling from his throat. "Wonder if you can handle all of me?"

"Mmm. Let's find out." For the second time that day, Candy began to strip for her pokemon audience, not exactly taking her time but not hurrying either. Jet had never been able to figure out why the act made his heart beat faster. Something about the way she presented it--peeling off a sock now, then shucking out of her top, before turning about and bending over to tug the skirt down--as if she were gradually flaunting more and more of her body for his approval. From the sound of Shale's grunts, the rhydon felt the same, which soured Jet's enjoyment a little. The idea of sharing sat about as well with him as the pokeball in his stomach.

Candy's panties hit the carpet, and she stepped out of them and away from Shale to roll onto the bed, landing on her back. With a wink at Jet she scooted herself to the edge, dangling her spread legs over and presenting her athletic form, one hand slipping down between her thighs to tease at her exposed sex. "Gotta admit, I've been feeling pretty riled since getting a taste of you, big guy. Think you can help me out?"

Jet's nostrils twitched, the savory aroma of his partner's arousal working its magic on his primal instincts, blood rushing in his ears… and other places. He got to his feet, heeding the siren song even if it wasn't directed solely at him this time. Shale's eyes looked ready to pop out of his head as he watched her fondle her mound, a hint of wetness glistening on the girl's finger. The rhydon huffed, collected himself, and shuffled around to the end of the bed. His pink arousal nudged free of its hiding place, swelling gradually as he fit his hips between Candy's spread legs, and neatly blocked Jet's view with his backside.

"There you go. Look at that, just the right height," Candy said with a giggle. "Take it easy on me to start, okay? You're a lot to take."

Shale huffed a laugh. "Sure. A lot more than you're used to, huh?"

Oh that was it. Growling, Jet hopped down from the chair, stalked past the rhydon, and jumped onto the bed next to Candy. He fixed the other male with a glare, electricity sparking in his mane. "Listen rock head, you're lucky you're immune to it, or you'd be getting a zap right now. You may be getting some, but we," he nodded at Candy, "are partners. In everything. Got that?"

Shale smirked. "Oh yeah, loud and clear little guy. She's your girl, she just needs a real male to satisfy her. No problem."

"Why you--"

"Enough, both of you," Candy broke in, fixing both of them with a withering glare and cutting short the rising growls. "God, there's enough testosterone in here to choke on, and it's killing my mood. I'm no one's prize or conquest, and if you two would stop waving your dicks at each other maybe you'd realize that I can take care of both of them! If I feel so inclined. Clear?"

Jet's ears flattened, and amazingly Shale backed down too. "Sorry," he muttered, his paws falling to his chest. "Got a bit excited."

Candy laughed, reaching down between them and awarding his bobbing shaft a squeeze. "I know. When you guys get worked up, all the blood goes here. Just relax and have a good time, okay? No one needs to be 'on top' here." She smirked at Jet. "Except maybe me. Would that calm you both down?"

Shale shrugged, and Jet met Candy's gaze without flinching. He still didn't like it, but if they were both following Candy's wishes, at least he didn't have to put the rhydon in his place. Much. He'd still show him that he wasn't so 'little'! Grudgingly, he nodded.

"Much better. Now if you two are done, maybe we can get back to me having two hot studs to play with." Her other hand snuck beneath Jet's belly, grasping his swollen sheath and awarding him a squeeze that sent a shudder down his spine. Her smile widened as she leisurely stroked the two males, encouraging Shale's flexing pink length to its full (and Jet had to admit, impressive) glory, while her gentle grip on Jet's own maleness coaxed it free of his fuzzy sheath, the warmth of her hand circling his sensitive flesh. Shale's grunt matched Jet's groan, the pair of them acquiescing to their lover's attentions, hips bucking lightly into her grip. A few more strokes and she settled back, resting Shale's cock against her sex and prodding Jet's flank with her finger.

"Hey, scootch closer."

He did, following her directive and swinging his hind leg over her chin to straddle her face. Warm breath played over his exposed shaft--a promise of what was to come. A small, sharp gasp left her, giving voice to the activity between her thighs. That dumb, lucky rock-head. Jet closed his eyes, focusing instead on the delightful sensation of soft lips kissing the tip of his member, wet tongue gliding over his crimson flesh and shooting bolts of delight through his loins. He didn't have to like everything about this, but he could sure enjoy what she was offering. Lowering his hips, he offered his pleasure into her care.

***

The rhydon's entry nearly took the wind out of her. True to her request he was going slow, but fuck that was thick! Her tunnel ached with the stretch, the heavy shaft pushing her to her limit, and he'd barely started. Her sharp gasp drew in more of the heady musk of her jolteon partner, his dangling shaft throbbing above her nose. Tilting her chin up she planted a kiss on the narrow tip, its heat teasing her lips. Familiar as she was with the crimson taper, the flesh dark and criss-crossed with tiny veins, all the way down to the bulbous knot at the base that teased her clit oh-so-delightfully… It was always a thrill to explore it with her tongue, to coax forth the little shudders and growls of pleasure.

Another probing thrust, gaining another inch of depth and plowing further into her. Candy's hips quivered, a moan escaping her as the burn of the stretch brought with it pure ecstasy. His girth was enough to grind along her clit as he moved, even as he rubbed across every inch of her inner walls. Could she take it all? Maybe not, but it would be a wild ride either way. She clenched down, hoping to loosen herself enough for more and drawing a grunt from Shale, who took the hint and rolled his hips for another try. Stars danced in her vision as several inches drove into her, and she quieted her groan by wrapping her lips around Jet's waiting cock.

Bitter salt played across her tongue, companion to the rich scent filling her nose. Much as she'd complained about it, testosterone smelled pretty damned good. She swirled her tongue, suckling on her partner's shaft and raising a hand to tease at his fuzzy yellow sack. Her whole body quivered with the weight of another thrust, the frantic clenching of her passage providing little barrier to the huge invader. Wetness dribbled down her thighs, her arousal forced out as the rhydon worked himself deeper.

Was that all of him? No, he was merely testing her, easing her into the main event. Her toes curled as he slid back, the constant friction across her clit steadily raising the heat of her pleasure. The next plunge tore a muffled cry from her throat, his buried length reaching deeper than anything had before, teasing virgin territory. Even the toys she'd used before meeting Jet hadn't stretched her this much! She'd feel this tomorrow for sure.

Worth it. She bucked, trying to get more of him. A low chuckle rumbled.

"Damn, you're really somethin' Miss Candy. Arceus that's tight..."

Jet growled, hunching his hips and filling her mouth with his shaft, teasing at the back of her throat. "Better not hurt her, rock-head. She's a tough girl, but humans aren't like us."

"Don't worry Spiky, I'm bein' real gentle. Heh, guess I have you to thank for getting her loose enough for me."

Candy rolled her eyes, responding to the posturing with another buck of her hips, forcing herself a bit further onto Shale's throbbing hardness, and swallowing around Jet to nestle him in her throat, burying her nose into his crotch. The resulting yelp and groan made her grin around her mouthful, a couple more gulps suppressing her gag reflex and allowing her to kiss her partner's knot. They forgot so easily who was in charge here! Still, her boys were proving to both be sweet at heart.

Shale apparently decided she'd had enough warmup. Rough palms seized her ankles, raising them high and spreading her, the rhydon's weight looming over her. His powerful form drove into her, using every inch of the stretching he'd given her and looking for more, thick shaft plundering her depths. Candy groaned, shuddered, and reveled, the dull ache of her muscles fading beneath the onslaught of delight, her clit tingling with his rhythmic strokes, her chest heaving for air as she clutched at Jet's rump and suckled desperately on his length. She was alive with sexual energy, an awakened goddess of lust with two males to please her, and to be pleased by her. Her nose filled with the primal perfume of sex, sweat rolling down her back as her twin lovers buried their desire inside her.

A climax built in waves, crashed through her with the steadily increasing pounding, her pleasure spilling out over her thighs and Shale's pistoning cock. Her vision blurred, breaths labored and lungs screaming at her as Jet struggled to control his own excitement, his hips juddering and shoving, trying to prod deeper into her throat.

It took a moment to put together the pieces of thought and remember what she should do, sparks of ecstasy still racing through her. Ignoring the protests of her body, she wrapped a hand around the jolteon's bulging knot, squeezing just enough to compress the warm bulb in her palm slightly. Above, Jet let out a long, feral groan, his hips going into overdrive and humping madly, her grip protecting her from the onslaught.

She wanted to chuckle--it was so cute the way he couldn't control himself once she had his knot--but the throbbing length between her lips twitched, a shot of hot seed rushing down her throat. Candy murmured, swallowing shamelessly on her lover's shaft, even as the rhydon between her legs shook her with the force of his rutting, pleasure arcing through her entire being. Another small climax stole her breath, Jet's heated spurts adding to the delight as they settled in her belly and warmed her from the inside. She coaxed his knot, milking him and earning pleased rumbles for her efforts.

Shale's paced increased, driving into her with his full weight, nearly lifting her off the bed. Candy gasped, sliding back from Jet's shaft with the necessity of air, his next spurts arcing across her cheek as she clung to him. Her passage rippled, trying and failing to grip the pounding flesh inside her, every inch of her tunnel stretched wide around her bestial lover. She tried to find words, failed, and merely arched her back, offering herself completely. Hot fluid sprayed across her mouth, and she absently wrapped her lips around Jet's tip, keeping her grip on his knot and catching the next salty gush on her tongue.

A guttural groan from the end of the bed. He might have said something, but it was lost in his own panting and her frazzled perception. Impossibly, warm hide nudged up against her spread mound, pressure on her clit tipping her over the edge of another peak as he bottomed out. She felt the pulse of his sheathed rod, the restrained power of the grip on her ankles, the potent virility of his impending orgasm, the sheer life of him. Just like that first time with Jet, she marveled at that instant of primal connection, the rawness of her body joined with his, their shared pleasure drawing them--for a breath--into an illusion of communal consciousness.

The instant shattered. Liquid heat geysered into her, rushing into her secret depths. Candy cried out, a wordless exaltation mirrored by Shale's rumbling. She shivered, her loins buzzing with the purely physical ecstasy while the familiar deep satisfaction settled into her core, each heavy spurt spilling into her bringing with it the instinctual bliss of fulfilling a biological imperative. She sighed around Jet's cock, tension draining from her, the desire to fall limp to the bed nearly overwhelming.

The rhydon grunted, apparently feeling much the same as he gently lowered her ankles and rested against her, still buried to the hilt and pumping her full, the excess leaking free around to dribble onto the blanket.

"Damn… That was really something. You're a lucky little guy, Spiky."

Above her, Jet straightened, tugging at her grip on his knot. She couldn't see it, but she could imagine that goofy smirk of his, those long ears perked as he said, "She's pretty okay. I think she likes getting in over her head though."

She let go of him abruptly, causing him to stumble back, a last spurt of hot seed marking her heaving breasts. The jolteon chuckled, but leaned down to nuzzle her cheek, his latent charge fizzing against her skin. "What? I told you I'd remember that remark."

Candy rolled her eyes at him. "Alright, I'll call it even. Handled you just fine though." She glanced down. Shale's eyes were half-closed, a dopey grin splitting his innocent features. The ache in her loins pulsed in time with the ebbing throbs of his buried cock, his heated offerings gradually petering out as his length began to soften. She'd be walking a bit funny after this. Still worth.

Now, how to handle this next bit?

***

Odd how getting off could drain the tension from a room. Jet flopped onto his belly on the bed while Candy toweled herself off and slipped into a hotel provided bathrobe. She tossed another towel to the rhydon, who accepted it with muttered thanks and wiped the combined mess off of his belly and crotch. A large wet stain on the blanket marked the union of Shale and Candy's loins, but the tiny sparks of jealousy inside Jet failed to ignite into anger. She hadn't forgotten him or pushed him aside for some other male. This was temporary. Their bond went beyond the basic sharing of bodies and mutual pleasure, and it didn't matter how big the rhydon's dick was!

His belly rumbled, reminding him both of how long it had been since he'd eaten, and of the uncomfortable mass settled there. That was really going to suck later. But, at least the Rockets didn't have it. If Candy was right and they were angling to capture a legendary as a super weapon, he'd take the indigestion to mess with their plan.

Candy settled onto the bed once more, sitting cross-legged and rolling Shale's pokeball in her palm. The rhydon eyed her, suddenly wary, stepping back away from the bed. Funny how such a large creature could be so easily cowed. What had he gone through with the Rockets? Whatever it was, it didn't matter. He could go his own way now and figure things out, just like Jet had.

"So," Candy's tone was gentle, but her grip firmed on the pokeball, ready in case she needed it. "What do you want to do now, big guy?"

"I dunno. I should probably get back."

"What if you didn't have to?"

Shale squinted at her, the gears visibly turning behind his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I'm giving you a choice. You can go back if you want. Or I can give you this and you can decide what you want to do." She grinned. "Or you could stay with us."

Jet scowled. "Candy…"

She put a hand on his shoulder. "I know, but it's the right thing to do. C'mon, don't be like that."

He huffed. She could have at least asked his opinion first! Now, objecting would sound petulant. The rhydon was far from bright, but he was a battle-hardened wall of muscle, and those were always useful one way or another. But they were a pair of master thieves that never got caught, and didn't need a third wheel!

"You two aren't actually Rockets, are you?"

Jet blinked, and the question apparently caught Candy off-guard as well, her lips pursing. Jet tensed, but it didn't look like the rhydon was prepared to attack. Instead he merely seemed… thoughtful.

Shale nodded, tapping his chin with a stubby finger. "Yeah, thought so. You're too nice. None of the others are like that. Huh. Who are you?"

"I guess you could say we're freelancers," Candy said, once more rolling Shale's pokeball in her palm. "We make sure people who don't have much can get along a little better, and we do that by taking it from those who won't miss it."

"Gotcha. I think." More chin tapping. Was that helping him think? "So you're the good guys?"

"I'd say we are. What do you think, Sparkles?"

"I think I'm going to zap you if you keep calling me that."

She giggled. "Just answer the question, grumpy butt."

"Fine. We're the good guys." He glared at the rhydon. If he laughed…

The rock type at least showed the good grace not to. Or perhaps he hadn't caught on to Candy's teasing. Maybe he wasn't so bad. Still annoying though, almost as annoying as Candy. Something clicked, and that wide grin broke out once more.

"The good guys, huh? I like the sound of that."

Jet covered his face with his paws. What had he done to deserve this?

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