The front door slowly creaked open and two thieves stepped into the darkness-shrouded house. They put their bags, with which they were going to spirit away the posessions of whatever unlucky sap they had made their current target, down on the ground and started shovelling anything that looked like it had value, and was of sufficiently small size and weight for them to carry away quietly, into the leather sacks in relative silence. Both of them had done this many times before. The two of them, one being a Houndour and the other a Murkrow, had been working together for seven long years - this work was not a challenge for them. However, practice proved not to make perfect time and time again as they had managed to fail many of their robberies. They had committed to the lifestyle however, so always got up and tried again. The Murkrow, who went by the name of Night, was far more nervous than usual. This one will be the one where I show Fang that I'm just as good as he is, she would tell herself every time. However, every single time she said it, fate would destroy her aspirations as her natural klutziness would curse her to drop something, or knock something over, or say something out loud by accident. This was one of those times. She reached out to grab an expensive-looking lamp and, without realising that it was plugged in, she pulled it towards herself. The cord snagged. She dropped it to the floor, where it smashed upon impact. The two of them flinched in terror after realising what the consequences may be, and looked at each other for roughly five seconds, carefully listening out for any noise. When no sound fell upon their ears, they tentatively started collecting more objects. This was interrupted by the slow creaking of the stairs as the occupant sleepily drifted down them. Fang and Night didn't think. They simply grabbed their bags and ran for the door. Fang quickly forced the door open and ran outside. Night was less fortunate, however. She got caught on a small hook and the strap of her bag broke, the hook also tearing off a few of her feathers. She had no time to react, opting to leave the bag behind and take flight, heading in the vague direction of her friend.

After fleeing the scene of their failure, the two arrived at their own home roughly a mile away. Fang was the first to arrive, having thirty seconds to fret over the fate of his best friend. Night crashed through the front door and was met with a crying and laughing Houndour leaping over and tightly hugging her.
"I can't believe it, I thought I'd lost you!" Fang sobbed into her plumage, before backing off and regaining his composure. "Erm ... Well then, shall we take stock of what we have?" Night rubbed her right shoulder.
"Yeah, about that ... I left my bag back at the house ..." She looked at the floor whilst a flood of thoughts went through her mind. Will he yell at her? Will he throw her out? She tried to get her thoughts under control and looked back up and his smiling face.
"Well, you win some, you lose some, am I right?" He didn't seem to care that she had made the biggest blunder of her life.
"I'm ... sorry?" She looked at him in disbelief, beak wide open.
"I don't care how badly you fucked up, all I care about is that you're safe. That's what matters to me. We could easily go and steal some more things, couldn't we?"
"Well, that may be the case, but I've done something else," He gave her a quizzical expression. "Something far worse. You'd never forgive me if I told you it."
"Sure I would! What do you take me for?"
"You promise not to get mad?" He quickly nodded, still smiling at her. "Well, when I lost the bag, the hook that tore it off also took with it ..." She took a few seconds to compose herself. "... Some of my feathers."
"Ah." That short word was all he said before walking towards the stairs. "Coming?"
"C-c-coming where?" She stammered, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"To bed. We've had a stressful night, we'll sort out what we were able to get tomorrow. For now, I think it would be best if the two of us got a good night's sleep before we start yelling at each other. Now, are you coming to bed or not?" He looked down at her from the middle of the stairs. She was visibly crying, and he didn't know why. Both of them had made similar mistakes in the past, and if those feathers did harbour anything that could jeopardize their freedom, he wouldn't let anyone get near her with their throats intact. She should have known that. She clearly didn't.
"Um, sure. That's not a bad idea. Just give me a minute, I need to put some sort of covering over these wounds."
"What wounds?"
"The ones I got when my feathers got torn off."
"Ah. Need any help with that?"
"No, thanks."
"Alright then." He marched up the stairs in the direction of his bedroom.
"We talk like a cliched married couple ..." She whispered to herself as she searched the kitchen cupboards for anything to help herself. She pulled out a gauze and some surgical tape, applying it poorly to her side and realising that she should've swallowed her pride and asked Fang for help. Eventually, she was able to apply the gauze without sacrificing too much more of her feathers. She wiped the remaining tears away and limped up the stairs to her own bedroom.

Roughly an hour later, Fang was woken from his sleep by Night opening his door and sneaking inside.
"What are you doing in here?" She froze up. She didn't think his sleep would be that weak. "Go on. Tell me. Why are you trying to badly sneak into my room?"
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't sleep. I'm having nightmares."
"How old are you, exactly?"
"23, you know that."
"You aren't acting like it." The Houndour smiled to himself as Night tried to look angry, and failed, instead opting to join in on his smile.
"Age has nothing to do with whether or not you can sleep well."
"Fine then, tell me what the nightmares were about."
"Well, I kept-"
"They were about the feathers, weren't they?" She frowned at him.
"If you already knew that, why did you ask me?"
"Because frankly, I'm just awful." He moved over to the left side of his bed and patted the right side with his paw. "Come on up. Try and get some rest." She smiled at him, and with an almighty flap and a slight wince, brought herself up to the bed and led down. He threw some of the duvet over her.
"I just can't stop thinking about it, you know? I keep thinking that the police are gonna find us and drag us away, and it'll be all my fault!" She sobbed into the covers as Fang tried to console her.
"You don't need to be scared, Night. I wouldn't let them get near."
"R-really?" Fang slowly nodded. "You're not just saying that."
"Course not." He rested a paw on her shoulder and brought her in for a crude hug.
"I'm still scared that something will happen to us, and that I'll never see you again."
"That'll never happen. I wouldn't let them take my best friend away."
"Best ... friend ..." She rolled that thought around in her brain. He clearly only saw her as a friend and nothing else. She saw him in a different light. He had taught her everything she knew about being a thief. He was always there to provide a nice word and a shoulder to cry on. He protected her when a young Ducklett tried to force himself on her. He had done nothing but be nice to her for years, and yet she hadn't ever seen any sign that he harboured any deeper feelings for her.

The truth was, he was having similar thoughts about her in his own mind. He only ever called her a friend in the fear that she didn't feel the same way. Instead, he tried his best to show how much he cared about her without just straight-up telling her how he felt, hoping that she would make an advance on him and he could avoid looking ridiculous and losing the love of his life. However, upon hearing the way she repeated what he had said, he realised that she was experiencing exactly the same problem he was. She felt the same way - she loved him too. He had his chance to make an advance upon her, but he pushed the thought back down to fester. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.
"Hey, Fang?" His ears perked up upon hearing her angelic voice. He looked over to her to see her staring him down. "Just in case we do get seperated, I feel like I should tell you something." He smiled at her after realising what she was going to say. "I love you, Fang."
"I love you too, Night." Her face lit up.
"Really? What do you mean by that? Do you mean friend, or ... lover?"
"Lover. I couldn't be happier to have someone like you in my life. I only wished that I hadn't been too timid to tell you." He wrapped his front legs around her and brought her into another hug.

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"Well, now that all the cards are on the table, there's something I'd like to do with you just in case we do get seperated." She brought her beak to his muzzle and attempted to kiss him. He led there, eyes wide open, trying to comprehend what was going on. They had just admitted their feelings for each other, and she was already kissing him. He had no objection to it, however. He introduced his tongue into the equation, sticking it down her beak and meeting with her own tongue. She brought her longer, thinner appendage into his mouth and they led there, wrestling for dominance. Night was able to beat him and Fang led where he was, trying to work out where it was going to go from there as her tongue explored every corner of his mouth. Eventually, she pulled away, leaving a thin string of saliva linking them together.
"So ... this is really happening?" Fang inquired, bringing her into a tighter hug and whispering to her.
"Yeah ..." She looked at him with an embarrassed expression.
"You do realise we won't be able to go back to the way things were before once we do this, don't you?" He looked down at the wall.
"I don't care. I love you, and I want to prove it!" She brought him into a short kiss before mentally preparing herself for what would come next. "Do you want me to do anything to you before we get on with it?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Do you want me to just show you what I meant?" He gave her a quizzical expression but nodded regardless. "Alright. Lie on your back." He slowly complied as Night descended below the covers and reached the spot between his hind legs. His 'little friend' was already poking out of his sheath, and Night decided to tease it out. She slowly waved the softest feathers on her right wing on his sheath, disturbed breathing patterns from the Houndour above her signalling that she was doing something right. She continued to rub her feathers across his member as it emerged to its full size. It wasn't too impressive, but he was an unevolved Pokemon, and for an unevolved 'Mon, he was well above average. She smiled in her mind at the thought of all the itches inside her his dick would scratch, but remembered what she was down there to do and slowly took it into her beak. It was difficult for her to fit the entirety of it in there, but she managed. Because of the fact she didn't dare bob up and down on it, she opted to wrap her tongue around it and lick all around his cock, focusing near the tip. Her slimy appendage wrapped around it and she laughed internally as she prodded the tip of it against his urethra.
"No, no, not there! Anywhere but there!" He cried out.
"Sorry!" She mumbled, trying to announciate with his member down her throat. Not wanting to risk losing her chance, she decided to take her chances and slowly start moving her head up and down, bringing more of his penis into her beak. Fang knew that this new sensation would make him lose control, and just as he felt the pressure building, he grabbed the sides of her head and brought her down as far as possible onto his member, as he shot his hot semen down her waiting throat. She pulled away, made her way back up the covers and coughed up some of his seed. "I ... I really wasn't expecting that. Why did you pull my head down?"
"Sorry, heat of the moment and all that." He moved to kiss her, looked at the small stain on the duvet and changed his mind. "Do you want me to service you now?"
"If you want, I won't stop you. You looked like you were enjoying yourself, so maybe I'll give it a go." They shared an awkward chuckle.
"Okay, your turn. Lie on your back this time." She happily complied as he went down the covers and spread her legs apart, illiciting a very slight moan from her. He smiled as his eyes drifted down to what was between her legs. The slit that housed her vagina was a fairly dark purple, relatively easy to notice against her dark blue body and darker feathers. Testing the waters, he slowly circled a digit on his paw around the outside of her slit, getting another light moan for his efforts. Growing in confidence, he brought the digit closer and closer before he was rubbing across her slit at a faster tempo. Night spread her wings wide and relaxed her body, moaning and panting as she went, as she prepared for whatever was to come next. Fang spread her lower lips apart and examined what he had to work with. Choosing to skip the lighter parts, he covered the digit he planned to use in the plentiful fluids that were coming out of her waiting vagina. He slowly prodded at the entrance, listening for more of her moans to reassure him he was doing well before inserting it into her tight pussy. She moaned even louder as he slowly pumped his paw into her. Since she had no clitoris, he used his other paw to rub her side and assure her everything was going to go well. She smiled down at him, or at least the best she could manage, as she was too busy panting and calling out his name as he continued to service her. "Wow, if she's like this now, I can't imagine what she's gonna be like later." He whispered to himself smugly as he continued to thrust his paw into her soaked, tight vagina.
"Oh Arceus, Fang, don't stop!" She called out as he slowly increased his tempo, trying to appease her and her urges without hurting her. "I can't last much longer, Fang ..." She cooed as he went even faster than before. Every time he eased his paw into her, he was met with a fleshy barrier that impeded his progress. He knew what it was, and he didn't dare break it yet. However, every time he touched it, she released a louder moan, tightened even more, and approached orgasm even faster. "I love you, Fang!" She screamed as her fluids flooded out of her in one last burst.
"So, how was that?"
"Fucking magical ..." She whispered, panting in exhaustion.
"The best has yet to come, my love." She giggled a little as he pulled the covers away and sauntered into position back at the foot of the small bed. Fang used his renewed erection to line himself up with her drenched pussy.
"So, is this your first time, too?"
"No, sorry." She drooped a little as the words left his lips. "However, I didn't love them. I only took them because I didn't think I would ever be able to share a moment like this with you." The two shared another kiss. "So, is this how you invisioned your first time would go?"
"Well, you're in it, so, yeah, it is." She giggled as he licked her cheek.
"Oh, you ..." He poked his member against her begging vagina. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be. Oh, and ... Fang?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you so much. Thank you."
"I love you too. I'm sorry that I didn't wait for you."
"It's fine." They kissed one last time. "Do it." Fang slowly started forcing his way into her vagina. She was incredibly tight, but the penetration was made easier by the sheer amount of her fluids that had been forced out from her previous orgasm. Night was trying to remain calm to make it easier on them, but the size of the foreign object inside of her stopped her from being able to control herself. She moaned and cried and he continued to thrust himself into her at a slightly faster rate, but it wasn't long before he was met with some resistance. He knew what it was, he knew how much it would hurt her, and he didn't know what to do about it. He looked up at her for guidance. "Go for it, Fang. I trust you." She smiled at him, but her smile was broken as he thrusted the entirety of his length inside of her hole. She gasped as he hilted her, tears falling down her face. Fang licked the tears that were forming on her face in an effort to console her, but she was in too much pain. He drew her into a much longer, more passionate kiss as he started to make short, weak thrusts inside her to dull the pain. It seemed to work as she drew away from the kiss and wiped away the last of her tears.
"Does it still hurt? Do you want me to stop?" She furiously shook her head as she started to push herself against him. Smiling smugly, Fang started to pick up the pace, making quicker, more forceful thrusts.
"Oh yes! Just like that!" She cried as his pace became ever quicker. She looked at the strained expression in his face and realised he was running out of stamina. Night grabbed him with her wings and flipped them over so that she was on top. "Now, where were we?" She whispered into his ear as she started lowering herself on top of his member. This new position let her feel every inch of him rub against her sensitive vaginal walls. "This is amazing ..." She whispered, feeling him starting to thrust his hips up to meet her half-way. "Keep going like that, and you're gonna make me ..." She screamed part of the way through her sentence when she felt his front legs grab onto her and start pulling her down on top of her, until she could feel his tip pressing against the edge of her womb.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" He whispered to her as she giggled from his words and moaned from his penetration.
"I love it!" She yelled, feeling herself approaching her second orgasm. "I'm so close, Fang! Don't stop for anything!" She bent down and drew him into another kiss, before recoiling in ecstasy as she felt his knot force its way into her sore pussy with a satisfying 'pop' and fluids start pumping into her. The force of it sent her over the edge, proclaiming her love for him one last time as her own cum started erupting out of her.

After their orgasms had died down, Fang realised he was able to pull himself out of her, but Night stopped him. "Leave it in." He nodded, allowing her to slump onto his chest and look into his eyes. Both of them were still panting from the exertions.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"More than anything in the world. I'm sorry for ... forcing myself on you."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you really think if I hadn't selfishly thrown myself at you, out of some baseless thought that we might be seperated from each other, that we'd be lying here with each other like this?" Fang took a moment to process the thought before realising that she may very well have been telling the truth. "I was only thinking about myself. I'm so sorry." She sobbed a little, but stopped as he wrapped his legs around her quivering body and started whispering things to her.
"I'm glad we did this. I really am. If we hadn't done this, it would have eaten away at me for the rest of my life." She reciprocated the hug before another sudden thought coursed through her.
"Yeah, but ... but you came inside of me. I didn't even ask you if you were close, I just thought about myself." She started crying again. "What if I get pregnant? What then? Do you really think we'd be able to continue living like this if we had a child? My selfishness would have ruined both our lives." She started sobbing uncontrollably into his cheek.
"Night." She looked up at him, eyes filled with tears. "If we do end up having a kid together, there's no-one I'd rather have one with than you. I do love you, don't I?" She looked at him in disbelief. "Today has been the best day of my life, all because of you. If that means we end up having to give up on our current way of living, I don't care. You know why?" She wiped away the tears and shook her head. He pushed his head right up against her. "Because it's been a life I've spent with you." He kissed her cheek. "If anything, I should've warned you. This is my fault more than anything else."
"No it isn't. You're only saying that to make me feel better."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right." She looked at him angrily, more tears falling from her face as she started pushing him off of her.
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" She tried to continue to look mad, but was brought to a giggle as he pushed himself back into her. "Well then, shall we try to get some sleep?"
"Um ... sure." He continued to hug her as they drifted off into a long sleep.

Night woke up the next morning and noticed that Fang was gone, and she was covered by the duvet instead. She groggily got up and flew down the stairs to see Fang emptying the leather bag to see what was inside. She landed silently on the railing of the stairs and watched him with confused eyes.
"Let's see here ... 3000, 3200, 3500. That should be enough."
"What are you doing up so early, especially after what we did last night?" He yelled and fell to the floor, not having noticed her presence.
"Damn, Night! Don't scare me like that!" She laughed and hopped her way down the stairs and watched him. "Well, I probably should've told you this earlier, but I've come up with a plan that should quell the rest of your fears about getting caught."
"And what would that be, exactly?"
"I've been checking how much what we managed to steal last night. Oh, and before I forget, look over there, would you?" Her vision followed his paw and drifted over to an incredible sight. The other leather bag, strap still broken, the three feather that were torn off of her still inside.
"H-h-how? How did you manage to get it? That's impossible!" He laughed at her distrust in him.
"Oh, ye who hath so little faith. I snuck out in the night and was able to get it back. Now that we have it, there's no danger of you being caught. Better?" She tackled him to the ground and kissed him again. After a minute, she drew away, panting and smiling. "Also, Night, if you're still scared and want to lay low for a while, that's where my plan comes in."
"Which is?"
"We sell what we've been able to steal and then we use the money to ... take a holiday, if you get what I mean."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Of course. I do love you, you know." He grabbed two bags, passed one of them to her, and started walking to the door. "Now, let's go find somewhere to unload this stuff, shall we?" She set off after him and headed down the street with him.
"I love you so much, Fang."
"I love you too. Just so you know, I wasn't lying about what I said last night."
"I know." She stopped him and gave him another hug. "I know."