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"Sly Down Under"

The time was seven P.M. AEST, we had just landed in Sydney, Australia and disembarked our plane so much faster than we were used to in the states; all three of us had signed up for a mission given to us by all people but Carmelita Fox who, through the tightening restraints of extradition couldn't land a capture on the notorious jewel thief Alficious Leon, who had come back to his home country as a means of escaping his various crimes.

Bentley was his usual self, that turtle really needed a vacation. He sat ho-humming over his laptop nearly the entire flight. Honestly, if his frustration could express itself, his glasses would be pretty fogged up by now. The turtle kept re-reading an article on an exclusive dinner party which; while leaving Alficious out in the open, would be extremely tricky to get him behind bars due to the amount of crime bosses and high profile millionaires in attendance. Carmelita expressed one thing; they needed the Bixby Diamond returned to San Francisco within twenty-four hours. A very tight time constraint, even for the three of us. But for her, I was willing to risk it.

Murray had been asleep for most of the trip, and the big lug was still looking pretty jet-lagged as we came down the ramp and entered the terminal. For being 'the muscle' of our operation, he always made himself out to be more cuddly than ferocious in my opinion. I guess that's what I liked about him. He tugged down on his jacket, trying to make his stomach seem a little less prominent, but I didn't mind; he and Bentley have been my best friends since we were kids.

"Sly, are you paying any attention to me at all?"

I was completely unaware that Bentley was talking, straightening up I made my most convincing 'yes I was listening' pose and responded. "Of course, Ben. You know I'm always listening when it comes to mission info."

"Then repeat what I just told you?" Bentley answered knowingly, lowering his glasses and staring at me with his great green eyes.

I stammered for a moment, avoiding the turtle's stare. "I--erm..."

"Oh come on, Sly. Please pay attention! This is crucial information and Murray needs to listen up too."

"Murray?"

"Me?!"

Both of us spoke at once and got a shocked look from our brains, apparently he'd expected both of us to be paying attention. He let out a groaning sigh and shook his head. "Will you two please listen!? Sheesh! Now, the banquet starts at nine P.M. but I was only able to get one ID off the list that matches either one of you; a hippopotamus named "Elisias Omanatavious" who by all accounts is a complete recluse and images of him are scant and hard to make out. The idea is for us to subdue him and have Murray take his place at the banquet. From there, we should be able to get the diamond back."

"What makes you so sure he's going to have it on him?" I asked.

"Because he's an egocentric lion, and in this den of villains he's not going to resist the temptation to show off a hot diamond as big as Murray's fist!"

"Alright, so while Murray is schmoozing then I can sneak in through some window or something, get into Leon's room and snatch the diamond. We'll be out of there in twenty minutes..." I paused and noticed that look in his eye; Bentley's patented 'It won't be as easy as that' look. I grimaced just in time to hear him respond.

"Well I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

"How would I have guessed?"

By that time, we'd arrived at the departure lanes for the terminal, Bentley hailed a taxi and somehow the three of us managed to squeeze into the back seat. While there, he pulled up images on the building that the banquet was taking place in and he spoke as not to alert the driver. "I'm afraid the embassy is locked up tighter than Murray's iron grip." He said. "To get inside we'll have to slip you in under Murray's disguise."

"Under his disguise?"

"Yeah." He said unflinchingly. "We know that Alficious has a thing for... ahem... muscle bound men... so that will be Murray's niche to lead him away from the party to his suite."

"But Bentley, I'm not gay!"

"It doesn't matter, with a little drop of this he won't even think twice about it once you ask him to show you his suite." He said, showing us a small vial of a pink liquid. "The serum will wear off after twenty minutes though and without an... ahem... outlet to sate him, he'll pass out harder than drinking on prom night."

Murray and I exchanged a glance before I asked the next question. "So, what sort of disguise are we going to slip me in under?"

My question was answered, but I still couldn't believe it until I saw it for myself; it seems Elisias was a very, very Scottish hippo and wore his kilt with dignity. I felt a little guilt shooting the tranquilizer dart at him, then even moreso after dumping his naked, unconscious body in a dumpster. After a quick resizing, which still left a tightness in Murray's tunic piece, the kilt was actually big enough for me to... slip under. All Murray had to do was slip the lion some of this potion and lure him up to his bedroom under the pretenses of having sex. It was me that had to hang under his junk all night. At least I'd get a short reprieve at the table, I thought.

Bentley gave Murray an ear piece in the car while I watched the city of Sidney whizz past in the rented limousine's tinted windows. As we approached the building I realized it was showtime and after Murray stepped out of the limo, I quickly slipped in under the back of his kilt where I was met by a shock as a pair of balls brushed the hat nearly off my head. I gasped and almost screamed at him. "Murray! Why aren't you wearing any underwear?!"

Murray scoffed and spoke back almost indignantly. "I wanted to go the full Scottish experience."

"But you're not Scottish, you're--" A sudden rush of legs cut me off as Murray started walking, a few steps later and he stopped again.

"Good evening, sir. Could I see your invitation?" I heard a voice ask. "And your name please?"

"Why ye--err... aye! Me name is Elisias O--Onomatopoeia."

"Omanatavious!" I heard Bentley screech through our ear pieces.

"I-I mean Omanatavious. Aye."

"Very good, sir. Please come with me."

It was difficult to time Murray's steps at first, the lumbering hippo had to keep his stride wide enough for me to walk in undetected but also to keep him from falling on his face. Thankfully Bentley convinced me to leave my staff with him, or it would be finding a way where the sun doesn't shine after this one.

There was the sound of dining going on around us now, I could hear the clicking of plates, the clanking of champagne glasses and the muttering of various people through what I could vaguely see as blobs of movement through Murray's kilt. We came to a stop and I could hear the maitre d clear his throat. "Mister Omanatavious."

"Well as I live and breathe." Another voice I instantly recognized spoke up. "Elisias, it's great to finally put a face to the fame."

"Oh... aye is' great ta meet you in person too." Murray fumbled through an accent that wasn't half bad... but not half good either in my opinion. "We, who have never met face-to-face."

"No matter how much I begged." Alficious cackled delightedly and Murray moved in position for me to slip under the table, which I did rather quickly.

The assortment of legs were varied, though I stayed away from Alficious' legs which were next to Murray's. Fortunate that the only hippo on the guest list happened to be seated next to the lion. I stepped back and held my breath as I looked around and listened to the dull conversations that followed. Murray I could tell was less interested too as he kept stretching his legs and accidentally exposing his firehose-sized cock to me. I had to admit, I didn't expect him to pack such an instrument, but Murray was a big guy, after all. I began to regret all the times I teased him for his size and began to take longer and longer glances at it. Scant shocks of hair surrounded his sack, a fine fuzz traveling up his stomach and down his legs. I didn't really let my friends know the things that happened between me and Jefe back when we first took him in, I could just as easily fall for a guy, but Carmelita had my heart. A subtle scratch from that Murray took to his balls though was enough to get my attention and I cleared my throat a bit loudly. The hippo took the hint and subtly closed his legs.

"So, Elisias. Have you given any thought to my proposition?"

"Wing it!" Bentley whispered as I shook my head disapprovingly.

"Your proposition? Of---course I have... lad... I just need s'more time."

There was a playful growl that reached my ears and I witnessed the lion give the hippo's leg a squeeze not two inches from my face. There was a sudden kick from Murray's other leg though, one that nearly winded me. It relieved me, maybe with this much interest he wouldn't need to use that potion that Bentley conjured up-- "The potion!" I whispered aloud.

"Oh, right. Let me propose a toast!" I watched Murray extract the vial from his pocket but he was too quick for me to grab it back. "May all ya heists be as fruitful as our friend Alficious! I heard ye got a big score when you were in the states last."

Alficious chuckled. "Well, now that you mention it. I did." There was a pause. "Elisias. Did you need help with those glasses?"

"Oh no, I got it I--oops!" There was a commotion of clinking above and both Murray and Alficious' legs kicked for a moment.

"No no, I've got that. A toast to you, our most prolific and newest member!"

"Aw, you shouldn't have." There was a fork that suddenly dropped past my nose. "Oops I dropped me...ahh fork. One second." His face appeared only a second later. "Psst, Sly. I lost the potion I don't know if it's in my drink or his!"

"Forget the potion, he wants to take you to bed already, you don't need it!"

"Oh! Right." He grabbed the fork. "Found it!"

"Here my friend, I'm sure you're as parched as me."

"I uhm... I'm not thirsty."

"Oh. I see." The lion's legs relaxed and I gasped.

"You're losing him, taste the damn drink already!"

"You know what, I've changed me mind. Cheers, Alficious!"

"Cheers!"

There was a pause as I heard the gulp and I began to hope beyond hope that Murray had successfully swapped the drinks. "Uh-oh..." I heard Murray say.

"Is... something wrong?"

I looked behind me as Murray was pulling down on his kilt trying to hide the massive erection he was getting. It was pulsing, throbbing, even dripping. One of my eyes squinted. "He wanted it to be THAT powerful?"

"Ahh-uhh-- aye. Everythin's fine I just uhh--need to..."

"You can't get up now big guy!" I whispered into my mic. "I'll handle it!"

I grabbed Murray's throbbing member as he tried to stand up and immediately he slammed down into his seat again. "I-I'm starvin' when do we eat?"

"Momentarily I suspect." I noticed a coy tail flick from the lion. He was buying it... I just needed to make sure Murray didn't pass out.

I turned and dragged my wet tongue up the pulsing member and I heard an obvious gasp from the hippo. "Act natural!" I whispered again urgently. "If you pass out we're not going to get that diamond!"

"S-so... lad...? I'm sure we'd love to hear the story of your latest heist..."

Good, Murray was maintaining his demeanor even with a rather randy raccoon clutching at his own jewels. I wrapped my lips around his balls as my hand feverishly ascended his shaft. It was dripping already, sending rivers of precum down over my muzzle and I was really enjoying how he tasted. I resisted the urge to push my finger in the next closest hole I could find as he leaned back some in his chair. He was talking, though occasionally he would let out a grunt and he quickly pretended it was a cough.

Bentley was sputtering in my ear, clearly confused as he spoke to me. "Sly?! What the heck are you doing?"

"Murray drank your potion I need to keep him from passing out and exposing us!"

"Oh, for crying out--you've got your work cut out for you buddy, in order to wear off the potions effects, he is going to have to ejaculate!"

"I'm on it." I whispered before returning my mouth to the flesh.

My hands grabbed at Murray's waist as I moved in, opening my mouth so much it nearly dislocated my jaw as I took most of his meat inward. I could feel Murray trembling, I could smell that he was sweating and that alone turned me on. I loved a little pressure game, the threat of exposure, the biggest risks were often the best ones. I grinned a bit and it caved my throat enough to push Murray's shaft almost all the way into my mouth.

"Nnnnhhh!" Murray groaned loudly as I felt his hips buck into my face, choking me for a second before I pulled back.

"Are you alright, Elisias?" I heard Alficious ask.

"F-fine..." Murray said. "Just a bit of champagne caught in my th-throat." He huffed and I felt his cock spurt into my mouth. "J-just like that..." He muttered.

Things sounded like they returned to normal as I began to pull my mouth back and forced it forward again and again, like Murray was fucking my throat and each time I felt him scoot forward and back again, he must have looked ridiculous to the other guests. It was then I noticed something out the corner of my eye; the diamond we were looking for was here all along, hanging from a chain around the lion's neck, I could just barely see it at the edge of the table cloth dangling over his crotch like a prize. I slipped my mouth off Murray's tip and whispered again to my microphone:

"Bentley, the diamond is here!"

"Great, Sly!" He said to me. "But if Murray passes out, you'll miss your chance. You've got to get him to cum!"

I rolled my eyes. "Right."

Pulling Murray's foreskin back, I began to play with the tip of his cock now, feeling him spurt against my tongue I couldn't get enough of his jizz, my heart started racing all of a sudden and my tail unexpectedly brushed against the lion's legs. I didn't realize this until I heard him speak up:

"Oh, I see you're considering my proposition, Elisias." He reached for me and I quickly moved aside for him to touch Murray's leg instead. Murray throbbed, he was definitely into this now. I had to think of something to take care of two birds with one stone and fast.

"Careful drinking his fluids, Sly. Too much and you'll start experiencing the same lusty feels."

"I--I think you're too late for that..." I answered as I let Murray's cock slip out of my mouth and cover my face in a long sliver of spunk which made me moan. I clapped my mouth shut.

"What was that?" I heard someone ask.

"Oh ju-just me..." Murray said grabbing my head and shoving my throat against his cock. " Suddenly my throat was swelling with a blast of precum suddenly shooting down, which didn't help my situation as my cock sprang to life and began to leak all over my clothes. I inhaled sharply and let out a soft moan.

Murray had to cum soon, so did I. I was stroking myself hard, feeling so much precum covering my hand it was like a fountain. I moaned before finally breaking my head free of Murray's grasp. I turned around, I knew I could handle this. Stop Murray's descent into unconsciousness and deftly snatch the diamond from Alficious' neck. Leaning forward I backed myself against Murray's cock. He grabbed me with one hand and settled me backward, a wet slap of precum shot straight against my hole and I resisted the urge to moan again. I reached back and began to slick my entry with as much of my own spunk that I could. I was breathing so heavily that I new I needed to hurry or else we'd both be caught. My eyes were fluttering, I could barely concentrate and as my ass touched Murray's cock I felt the hippo freeze.

"Are you alright? What's with you this evening Eli?"

"N-nothin' I'm just famished!" I heard Murray drown his moan in a bite of food. "Oh that is delicious! Keep it coming!"

I could tell that was a signal to me and I smirked. "Whatever you say, big guy."

I thrust my hips back some and I could feel the tip of Murray's soda-can-sized cock push back against me. Murray grabbed the side of the table with one hand and I could hear him buck so hard that the entire table shook. "More! I be so hungry!" He was keeping with that scottish accent; good, good... I slowly began to twist my hips and swallowed my moan as Murray's thick meat punched into me. Above it sounded like he'd fallen across the table before sitting himself upright again. It lifted me some off the floor and I bit my lips, trying to resist the moans my body wanted to give out. Instead I was dripping like a faucet all over the velvety soft carpet.

"You sure you're alright?" Alficious asked.

"Perhaps he needs another drink?" Someone else suggested.

"Jeeze, Sly. I can't believe you just did that!"

"Bentley, quit watching and g-get ready to hit the lights..."

"Oh ri-right!"

Murray pumped into me again and I grunted, he must have looked so odd to them, leaning into the table probably beet red, he just needed to hold it together for a minute longer... I reached my arm out toward the diamond as Alficious leaned back in his chair some. Reaching alone wouldn't work though, my fingers fell mere inches from the necklace on which the diamond was barely hanging. I released my cock, it was already spasming to the point of orgasm anyway and I had to find the leverage to get closer. As I did, a thought crossed my mind, and I rested my knuckles against the lion's taint.

Alficious growled playfully and let off a knowing moan. "Ohh... my..." He said.

"Are you well Alficious?" A woman asked.

Alficious' hand reached toward me and I moved my head enough for the lion to grab at Murray's bare leg. "Oh... quite well my dear. Though I may be turning in soon, right Elisias?" He asked as I noticed a grasp on Murray's thigh.

"Oh... right! F--fu--fun!" He managed to save himself from screaming a profanity.

Another grunt and I felt Murray's hand grab my ass while his other accidentally took the lion's claw and Alficious chuckled before pulling back. "I suppose I should be headed..."

"Oh god..." Murray muttered as he grabbed the small of my back. "St-stay here Alficious, just a s-second...longer!"

"Wait... where did your accent go?"

"AHHHHHHHH!!!"

Murray came suddenly as he threw himself into the table with so much force he almost toppled it. I couldn't keep it in any longer and I grunted as I began to fire my cum across the nice rug under the table. Murray pumped into me again and again, huffing and grunting as I tried to keep my head on long enough to reach for the diamond again. Alficious had leaned in just enough, I snagged the diamond. "B-Bentley! Now!"

Suddenly, the lights went out and I moaned aloud as my orgasm took over. Everyone in the room was screaming though and my voice was dulled out by them. Murray's cock fell out of me in a big, wet flop and he grabbed me around the waist before yanking me into the air and taking off running though the darkness. I slipped the diamond into my hat and re-seated it on my head as we ran. Soon our bare asses were greeted by the cool night air, and Bentley in the van screeching past the steps just outside the embassy. Murray practically hurled me into the van and jumped in afterward, slamming the doors closed, the sound of the tires screeching were the last things I heard before I passed out.

That was probably my favorite mission to date, and to this day, they still think Murray's and my behaviors were the result of the potion that Bentley had created, but to this day I suspect there was a little more to that hippo than he'd care to admit. Maybe I could interest him in another mission involving a bottomless kilt sometime?

THE END