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For once there wasn't any grand party occurring or something similar. Cheesecakes manor was unusually quiet, nothing but the swoop of a paintbrush over a canvas and small talk.
That's why the sound of something odd upstairs startled the aristocrat and painter, immediately followed by a sigh.

"Why I shouldn't even bother upping my security, any cookie manages to waltz in here!" Cheesecake grumbled, folding her arms and shifting around. Butter Pretzel cringed physically, she wouldn't be able to get the other back into place.

"Right.. I'll call the authorities for you."

"No, no Darling! Not this time." The painter didn't see Cheesecake not wanting to cause a scene checked off on her 2023 bingo card.
"I've got just the right idea!"

She stood up from her modeling couch, walking over to a quite large cabinet filled with any and everything Pretzel would need to make a pretty scene for a painting.
Cheese definitely liked to spoil her.

"And that would be?" The blonde got up from her easel after taking a moment to acknowledge that this peice was never going to finish with all this movement.

The other cookie was still digging through the cabinet when she finally pulled out a container of small to medium jewels, real ones that you were supposed to put in jewelry- and a silver spoon.

"Will you leave a trail? They won't fall for that."

"Mmm.. you'll see!" The cookie stood up on her tip-toes to give Pretzel a reassuring kiss on the cheek. She blushed lightly and pursed her lips.
"Go up there and distract them for a moment, I'll wait."

The artist nodded, leaving the studio to make her way towards one of the staircases.
She knew that Cheesecake wasn't far behind, Butter Pretzel couldn't help but feel odd walking around without the noise of chatter coming from the main hall.

Eventually she made it to the correct hall, and it seemed like nothing was out of place, aside from a soft shuffling of fabric and the clinking of something coming from none other than Cheesecakes bedroom.

The blonde probably should've thought of a distraction before knocking on the door, but she'll just flow with it.
"Cheesecake? Do you need any assistance?"

A pause, than a reply in a near perfect copy of the artists love replied,

"No, dearest! I'll be quite alright on my own!" She could practically hear the casual smile of the aristocrat, but she knew this wasn't her.
Where did she go with this now??

The first thing that came to mind was kicking open the door, but if Phantom Bleu was smart enough they would have a disguise ready and keep the act up.
However, they had been louder than usual, maybe they had been wanting a scene tonight?

So, the painter opened the door, and surprisingly the theif wasn't quite prepared for the sudden intrusion.
They were dressed in their normal suit and cape, an expectant look on their face.

"Clever as always, Dear." They smirked, tapping their cane on the floor.

"What's your game this time, Bleu? I wouldn't expect a quiet scene from you of all cookies." Pretzel scoffed, stepping into the room- noticeably without closing the door.

"Is it too hard of me to ask for a simple robbery?" They quickly pocketed something she hadn't even realised they were holding and began to step back towards one of the many windows in Cheeses room
"Dispite your endearing presence, I do fear that I must be going soon!"

Their usual calm, collected smile faded when Butter Pretzel lunged at them. Swift as a fox they moved out of the way, but the painter grabbed a handful of their long hair that tagged behind.

They could've easily disappeared into a puff of mold by now, but instead they willingly followed when the artist forced them onto their knees, cane clattering to the floor.

Cheesecake had apparently finally decided this the right moment to enter the room, closing and locking the door behind her.
The aristocrat clapped her hands happily

"Oh! Lovely job Darling!" The bubbly blonde got down to the theifs level, Roguefort holding in a breath. It was almost like a dare, daring Cheesecake to do something about their presumably unwanted presence.
"Well? Sit down Pretzel."

The artist sat down behind the theif, plucking off their hat and setting it off to the side. Cheesecake set down the box of jewels and scooted into Rougeforts lap.

The cookie was unusually quiet, silently watching Cheesecake scoop a small spoonful of gemstones.
She smiled and held it to their lips, Roguefort pulled back in confusion- but Pretzels body stopped them from going far

"Go on, sweetheart."
The theif laughed at the nickname, but brought the spoon into their mouth. Then- oh by the devines they swallowed.

Pretzel blushed heavily, wrapping her arms around the theifs torso.
Cheesecake grinned after holding Rogueforts mouth open- no gems were hidden behind their teeth -they had actually swallowed all of it. Holy shit.

This continued, another spoonful, this time more jewels than the last. Out of morbid curiosity the two girls wondered how long this could go on for, then another spoonful.

This led to the aristocrat holding the theifs cheek, feeding them a new spoonful. She accidentally pushed the spoon back a bit far- Roguefort gagging and coughing when the silverware left their mouth.

"Good! You're doing just as well as I expected!" She moved her one hand to prevent them from coughing out any jewels.
Tears were in the theifs eyes and their breathing was heavier, their throat probably burned. These stones weren't rounded off at all, most having strong points that scraped all the way down their throat.

Cheesecake grinned, putting down the spoon to run that hand along Rogueforts thigh, looking up at Butter Pretzel with amusement. This was oddly sensual.

The blonde leans over the criminal, giving Pretzel a soft kiss. When the artist accidentaly let go of Rogueforts waist they immediately stood up.
Cane somehow back in hand with the sharp, hooked beak of the diamond bird on the handle facing the two.

Roguefort brought a gloved hand up to their throat, attempting to regain composure. They were sweating slightly, and tears still sat in the corner of their eyes.

"Oho! I knew my plan was unexpected, but I never have seen you, Phantom, so lost for words!" Cheesecakes tone was cheery, pulling away from an equally flustered artist.

Instead of finally taking the chance to dissapear, Roguefort gave an airy laugh. They lowered their cane, the moment of adrenaline leaving.

"A taste of my own medicine, would you say?" They grinned, almost wolfish in the way a scared animal bares their teeth.
"Where will you go with your 'plan' now Miss Cheesecake? I am free, and have certainly ended up with more than expected in my 'posession'."

The aristocrat stood up, leaving Pretzel to watch the scene further unfold.

"Do you really wish to go so soon, Sweetheart? You clearly could've left before I even started!"

"I can only assume what you're implying Dear, and maybe I do want to see where you're taking this." They whispered, Cheesecake having slowly backed them up to her beds footboard by now. Suddenly, Roguefort was the cookie pulling the other closer, now inches from her face
"So I suggest you cut the banter and do it already."

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Butter Pretzel was pulled into yet another kiss, just as rough as all the others she'd been through tonight. Her hair was let go of, Roguefort blinking back at her with a loopy smile.

She was panting, hair slicked back with sweat. She had thrown off her apron and her shirt was unbuttoned, pants about to be lost.
The two cookies simply held eachother, bodies flushed heavily in the dim lighting of Cheesecakes room.

"How did Cheese ever come up with this idea anyhow?" The theif asked randomly, unbuttoning and promptly pulling off their suits vest.
They acted like this was a normal conversation, as if Pretzel wasn't currently lowering herself between the theifs legs

"I'm not truly sure myself.." she managed to mumble between heavy breaths. She fumbled with the theifs belt buckle, Roguefort running a comforting hand through her long hair.
The afore mentioned Cheesecake was currently rummaging through her closet in search for something.

Pretzel finally got the buckle undone, but refrained from fully undressing the cookie above her. The painter glanced up at Roguefort.

"Don't worry, Dear. With a sight as beautiful as this, I'm doing rather well!" They smiled.
"That is, if you're okay with this too then, right?" Butter Pretzel nodded with a laugh.

A bit more shuffling and the two finally reached a comfortable position. Pretzel finally pressing her lips to the theifs pussy, Roguefort letting out a satisfied sigh.

She licked at Rogueforts folds at a relaxing, noncommittal pace. The hand running through the painter's hair continued, almost urging her to go further.
Pretzel lapped up more of the theifs wetness, occasionally letting her tounge dip further into their cunt.

Roguefort was rather quiet, and the painter could hear them holding back their breath. They occasionally let out a quiet whimper or mumbled praise to Pretzels work.
She finally locks her lips around Rogueforts clit, licking gently at the bud. This rewards her with a breathy moan from the other.

"Ahnn.. oh, Darling just like that.."

Butter Pretzel gasps, feeling Cheesecake suddenly pull up her already loose shirt to press kisses into her lower back.
She feels the lipstick being left on her back and hears a giggle. Cheese squeezes her ass, pulling down her baggy pants.

Pretzel tries to focus on the feeling of Rogueforts folds on her tounge, the taste of their juices.

It was mostly futile, the sudden feeling of Cheesecakes fingers pressing into her causing Pretzel to jerk and accidentally nip the theifs clit.
Roguefort yelps, and Pretzel is about to pull back to apologize, but the grip on her scalp tightens.

The theifs thighs close around her head, and Cheesecake is pressing up against everything sensitive inside of her. It's slightly overwhelming.

"My apologies Sweethearts!" Cheesecake laughs, pressing another kiss to the painters back while she stretched her out.
Roguefort only whimpers in response, lips upturned in a small smile.

This position lasted a few more minutes before it was too much for Pretzel, she needed a moment to processs the fingers currently fucking her own pussy.
Also to breathe. Yknow- she had never really paid attention to how thick Rogueforts thighs are. Though, constant police chases are probably a really good workout.

She could feel her walls clench down on each pass in and out, it was, for lack of a better word, wonderful.

The painter laid her head on the theifs inner thigh, panting.
She would jerk her hips, or dig her nails into the bedsheets in reaction to the pleasurable feeling.

It's not like this was Pretzels first time bottoming, but she wasn't exactly used to being squished in the middle like this.

"Are you alright, darling?" Cheese quietly asks.
Pretzel picks up her head and mumbles a breathy 'yes'. The aristocrat smiles, gently dragging her fingers out of the others pussy, knowing how much it made Pretzels head spin.

Butter Pretzels moans would get caught in her throat, her mouth slightly agape. A comforting hand ran through her hair, but she could barely register whose it was.

"Is she always like this?" Roguefort chuckles a bit. They looked like they had needed a small break, but being always eager- was gently coaxing Pretzel to continue what they were doing before.

"Mmm.. no, never quite like this." The aristocrat seemed to find the painters eager behavior quite cute.
"She's already so out of it, and hasn't even gotten properly fucked yet!" And while talking, Cheesecake pulls out her fingers ane presses the tip of her strap up to Pretzels entrance.

Pretzel had been so busy with pleasuring Roguefort she had basically forgotten that Cheese had left to find something earlier.
Had the theif above her intentionally not said anything?

Pretzels eyes widened when the dildo pressed further into her.
The question seemed mostly answered when she desperately looked up at Roguefort, who had their eyes quirked up in a smirk.

"Well, Dear?" Their smirk grew, it was teasing.
"You've left me hanging for long enough, I believe." Their expression changed to be more relaxed and easygoing.

She could feel Cheesecake press in further, the fake cock heavy inside of her pussy.
The painter shuddered, but her hazy brain saw the theifs words as reasonable enough. She eagerly brought the theifs dripping cunt to her mouth again.

Pretzel continued lapping up Rogueforts juices while Cheesecake gradually sped up her thrusting.

Roguefort was already close after a few more minutes of the painter continuously toying with their clit and folds.
They had tried to be patient, but easily found themself on the verge of cumming.

Cheesecake on the other hand was thoroughly enjoying herself. She had two extremely attractive and willing cookies beside her.
The aristocrat grins as she thrusts into Pretzels cunt, looking down at all the lipstick kisses on her back and ass.

Butter Pretzel feels Roguefort grip her hair extremely tightly, and their thick thighs wrap around her head once again.
The theif cries out for a short second, thighs impossibly tight around Pretzels head. They're shaking as the painter works them through their orgasm.

Roguefort is the one who pulls away, bringing their knees up to their chest, attempting to regain composure.
They run a hand through their long hair, leaning back on the beds headboard

Pretzels head falls to the bed, the theifs cum and her own drool dripping from her lips.
She doesn't even attempt to subdue her moans, whimpering into the mattress as Cheese pounds into her.

Cheesecake only becomes more rough as Pretzel is left only to focus on her. The painter is squished further into the sheets every time she's thrusted into, she cries out each time in sensitivity.
Cheese is basically the only thing holding up the poor cookies hips now.

She watches in amusement as Pretzel balls up her hands in the sheets, orgasm washing over her.

Butter Pretzel looks like she's about to start crying again.
Cheesecake gently pulls out, letting the other flop onto the mattress. She wiggles off the strap and pulls the painter up so all three of them can rest their heads on the pillows.

It takes a moment for all of them to come to their senses.

"Are you.. doing alright, Dear?" Roguefort asks quietly. Their voice surprisingly wasn't worn out.
Pretzel simply nods.

Cheesecake pulls the painter into an odd spooning position. She leans over and presses a kiss to Pretzels cheek.
The theif leans down and kisses her forehead.

She laughs, its quiet and hoarse, but it's still a laugh.
All of them just relax for a long moment.

"This was by far, the oddest sexual experience I've ever- well -experienced."

"I apologize for making you eat rocks?"
The theif and aristocrat giggle.

"Well, it was certainly an interesting meal." They lean back, but quickly realize how grimy they feel.
"Could I run a bath?"

"Mhm!"
The two continue chatting like this for a long while, meanwhile Pretzel quietly laid contently in Cheesecakes arms.