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Part 4: Petrel, Love MD: In which Petrel agrees to save a depressed Brione's crumbling relationship in exchange for taking her to rob a costumed orgy...
Tea Time with Petrel
-Part 4: Petrel, Love MD-
It happened on a cold winter afternoon not too long ago…
The star of this tale is an executive from Team Rocket. He is their master of disguises, their infiltration expert, their go-to man for getting work done on the ground. But he also had a soft spot for the ladies; well…perhaps a hard spot would make more sense.
He often found himself entertaining them in whatever way they wanted it; he was a good guy as he usually said. Sometimes they were on their knees, sometimes they were on his lap, sometimes he was at their hips, and sometimes…
A knock on the door!
"Petrel, tea time!"
And sometimes he entertained with advice and a spot of tea, but that was only for close friends. Close friends that he wanted much, much closer.
A knock again.
"Petrel, are you in?"
He grabbed onto the head of the girl who he had been entertaining this hour on her knees and pulled her off.
"Hurry up and get out," he whispered pointing to the window of his room with his thumb. The female grunt, whatever her name was, cleaned herself up while he fixed his clothes.
Although he could easily pick off the newest female grunts, especially those who desperately wanted to climb up the food chain and clung to anyone in power, for a round between missions, he preferred the ones who he couldn't have best. The girls with seniority, the ones with a bit of a power play equal to his.
…except Ariana, he fucked her once as Giovanni and it was an incredibly unpleasant experience he greatly regrets to this day.
As he styled his hair in the mirror by his bed and straightened his goatee, the knocking continued.
"Petrel, my patience is running thin."
He grabbed the knob and opened it. And there stood his friend Proton's girlfriend holding her favorite tin tea tray and an upset look on her face. This hadn't been the first time she'd arrived at his door looking so sad.
Actually, ever since his two friends had begun to cohabit-weekdays at her lab and weekends in his quarters-this had become the norm. However, it didn't start that way...
Proton had first suggested it to his girlfriend a few days after a certain incident involving a disguise and some surprise sex...and she agreed to it, thinking that it was the perfect way to strengthen her bond with her lover. And it was great at first, with every night going like this;
"Honey, I'm home!"
"Oh Darling, I missed you so much! Come here, I must have a taste of those sweet lips..."
"Honey, you can have every part of me! I love you so much!"
"Oh Darling, you are the apple of my eye! I cannot imagine a world without you..."
And then it turned into;
"Brione, can you stop smoking in bed? I hate the smell."
"Sorry, Proton...I just had another nightmare..."
"You have nightmares every night, Brione, that doesn't mean you need to sit around smoking yourself to death."
"Yes...Proton..."
And she'd put out the cigarette she'd been smoking only to reach into the nightstand next to her to retrieve a flask of whatever alcoholic beverage she had on hand and drank herself back to sleep. Sometimes she'd instead take her cigarette or drink for a walk around the Headquarters, and sometimes the master of disguise would see her.
Brione's daily nightmares had only been getting worse at that point, especially now that dragging Proton down every night to her basement torture chamber for reprogramming was even easier. For when their boss, Archer, assigned Proton to keep his senior scientist on task, he had also assigned her to perfect the organization's brainwashing methods on him.
And Brione obeyed his orders to the letter until one particular night after her malamar had hypnotized Proton and she led him by the hand down the spiral staircase...
"Tell me," she whispered to him while he sat slumped over in a chair, "what pains you? What is it that fills your nightmares? What do you fear, Proton?"
"I-"
She set a hand to her chest and reassured him; "Worry not, you may speak openly, for I am here to love and protect you."
His words shocked her; "I fear that Brione doesn't love me anymore..."
"What..." Brione broke from the calm and calculating demeanor she always put on for reprogrammings as tears fell from her eyes. "Why would you believe that...?"
The guilt that had only begun to gnaw at her when she realized Petrel had been fucking her disguised as Proton, but didn't act, was now eating her alive. Brione ended the session with that; picking her lover up from the chair he sat against and returning him to her bedroom while she spent the night drinking her sorrows away.
It was on that night as Brione stood on the ledge of her balcony above the Lake of Rage, flask of whiskey in hand, that the final traces of her loyalty to Team Rocket evaporated into the air. With just the smallest tilt she plunged down towards the waters below. Her eyes closed while her arms opened, hoping to finally embrace the sweet, sweet victory of death with them.
However, instead Brione found herself dangling from a branch by her long purple hair, screaming in agony.
Proton awoke and rushed to her aid, but soon after Archer ordered her to be dragged down to the basement for her own reprogrammings. At first she didn't mind it; her depression was swallowing her whole and if only the pain of broken bones and stab wounds could blot out the sorrow, she would take them with pleasure.
After a few sessions, however, Brione realized that she would sometimes awaken with blanks in her memory or confusion. And to make things worse, not only did Proton know about it, he would try to further confuse her with gaslighting.
And the worst part, she thought, was that she knew.
But back to that morning...
"C'mon in Bri," Petrel waved her in and she made her way over to the small couch, two small recliners, and coffee table that sat by the door.
"Petrel, he keeps acting distant and I have no clue what to do!" she began to cry.
He sat in his recliner and hunched over to her. Ah boy troubles again. This hadn't been the first time Proton's girlfriend would come to him crying that she was sure he didn't love her. But then again, he also listened to Proton complaining about her often giving him the cold shoulder too.
Actually, it seemed to Petrel that lately he'd been stuck in the middle acting like a failed marriage counselor to the two lovers. If it wasn't Proton upset that Brione had rejected another proposal from him, it was Brione crying that Proton was putting her second or something. He was beginning to truly wonder why they even bothered to stay together but any time he'd try to comment he'd get the same response from the both of them.
But I love him/her!
"All ya need to do is call," he grinned. "They don't call me the master of oral for no reason!"
"Shut up Petrel!" she shouted between tears. "I just need your advice."
But he always made sure to give it a try. Actually, he had tried to bang her often enough at this point that it had become a running gag. Except the time he tried disguising himself as Proton…he was so close until the real Proton barged in and broke his neck...and well, everything else.
But like he always said, he loved things he couldn't have most of all. And her feisty attitude didn't hurt either.
"Well..." He put on his serious face this time, "Did ya use the advice I gave you last time?"
She nodded, "But lately when we go out he stares off into the distance. And at night he always just goes to sleep before I get back..."
He leaned back as he gave his diagnosis, "First of all, you need to stop working all night, I told you that twice before…"
But this isn't the story of another of Petrel's failed attempts to bang Brione. This is the story of how Petrel helped to save Brione and Proton's crumbling relationship…by taking Brione on a heist she was sure she wouldn't forget…ever.
"But I think I may know how you can win back the man of your dreams," he reassured her.
"Really?" her tears stopped. "But…for what price?"
For him, there was always a price. Every piece of advice or help was currency he could use to get others to handle his dirty work and do what he desired. The lower grunts may have usually been easily intimidated by his bravado into giving up possessions for a break during missions, the girls usually coming along to his room; however the big players weren't that dumb. But today Brione was desperate.
And so negotiations began.
"See, I've got this little party coming up," he grinned, "and I need a date for it."
"A party?" she sniffed. "So I would just have to show up with you?"
He grabbed onto his chin, "Not exactly, see, we're gonna sack the place."
"Okay," she immediately agreed, "as long as you promise me whatever your plan is will work."
But this wouldn't be a normal party, nor would it be your run of the mill robbery. When Petrel and his companion for the evening met at a certain hotel in Goldenrod City that night, it was anything but average.
"Why costumes?" she asked while she looked over what the two of them were wearing.
"It's a costume party," he explained whipping the cape he wore. "Just stay with me and it'll be a breeze."
It was strange to see Petrel wearing this dark tux with a black and red cape, a top hat and face mask, and a cane. Even stranger Brione thought, was the long tight black dress with equally long draping sleeves and a strangely large breastplate, long open red frock coat, red wig, and face mask that he had given her to wear.
"But what are we supposed to be?" she asked.
"Literary characters, I'm Arsène Lupin and you're supposed to be Carmilla," he pulled out his makeup kit that was always securely kept attached to his hip and held onto her face. "Now hold still, I gotta add the finishing touches."
Brione stayed still as he went to work, the eye mask she'd be wearing for the night in her hands. When he finished he handed her a hand mirror and…
"Whoa," she tilted her face around to the mirror, "I look like Ariana, but why?"
He turned the mirror to himself and handed her his hat and mask while he worked on his own face, "Because the invitation for this party was Archer's…"
When he took the top hat and eye mask back, he looked exactly like Archer, which shocked her.
"Who would invite Archer to a party?" she whispered to him as they walked together into the hotel and to the masked man who stood by the elevator.
Petrel grabbed onto her shoulder and flashed the masked man his ring. He nodded and opened the elevator up for them to enter. As it rose up, Brione began to have a bad feeling about it…she wasn't wrong.
"Look, I don't know why Archer would be invited," Petrel whispered back to her as they stood alone in the elevator. "But one day he just handed me over that ring and invitation and said to go rob the place. And so I went last week, man, the people here are loaded."
"This is a party for rich people?"
"Something like that," he continued. "They have this every week and all these old rich folks from all the different regions come loaded with money and valuables. And if you come late enough, like we are, they'll all be too drunk to mind if you pull a couple diamonds off them."
"How strange," she breathed. "So you just need help carrying everything out?"
"No, I had to bring a lady to come this time," he turned with a strange grin, "and I thought I'd rather bring a lady with some experience here."
He was right; their trio of three had done their share of robberies and made quite the potent team. But if these people were so easy to rob, why did he want someone experienced?
Just as the elevator stopped moving he quickly whispered, "Don't freak out, just let me lead you around, ok?"
"What-"
She had begun to ask what he meant until the elevator doors clicked open. The first thing she saw answered all of her questions. His grip on her shoulder tightened as he held her close.
"Welcome, Dark Master and Dark Mistress," the masked man at the elevator's exit greeted.
In the background King Arthur and Beowulf were running a train on Jane Eyre. The remainder of the Knights of the Round were having a circlejerk on the couches nearby. Jay Gatsby was working the front of Holly Golightly while Philip Marlowe was railing her in the back against the far right wall.
Brione's mouth hung wide open at the sight, but Petrel just led her through an adjacent hall where Sherlock Holmes and Atticus Finch were cleaning one another off. They narrowly avoided Scarlett O'Hara thrown up against the wall by Clarissa Dalloway. He pushed her into an empty room and closed the door behind them right as Brione slapped him across the face.
"Of all the places!" she began to shout. "Of all the places you would drag me to, why did it have to be a costumed orgy!"
She slapped him again, this time making the top hat fall off. If she wasn't already enraged enough that she'd been accused of having an affair with him...
"Look, Bri…"
She slapped him again. If she wasn't already furious over having been fucked by him while disguised as her boyfriend...
"…let me explain…"
And again. If she wasn't already boiling over from the years he'd been cruelly teasing and toying with her emotions...
"…you're taking this the wrong way…"
And again. And just before she could slap him another time, they heard the doorknob rattling. Petrel grabbed onto her and tossed her to the bed nearby, and sat up behind her, laying his cape over them.
"Make some noises!" he urged as he latched onto her hips and shoved her forwards and back.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs just as the Phantom of the Opera and Jean Brodie poked their heads in.
"Get out!" Petrel demanded, and shut and locked the door behind them. When he turned back he saw Brione who sat on the bed all red and shaking with rage. Now she'd had enough.
"Look, let me explain okay?" he tried reasoning with her, holding his hands up protectively as she slowly stomped over to him.
"Bri," he spoke as she grabbed his neck with one hand, "Leave the sado-maso shit for Proton, we've got a job to do."
"You tricked me into coming here with you!" she growled.
"No," he struggled against her grip, "We're really gonna case this place if you just work with me here! I didn't bring you here to bang you unless you wanna do-"
Her grip tightened.
"Okay, okay," he choked."If you let me down I'll explain how we're gonna do this so we can get outta here faster!"
"Fine," she leered at him as she removed her hand. "What is your plan?"
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As Brione stood with her arms crossed and the same annoyed look on her face, Petrel elaborated on how it was going to go down… He explained that the entire floor of this hotel had been booked up for these weekly orgies, and a single room was dedicated to holding everyone's extra belongings.
Their target was this room, which stood at the end of the hall their current room branched off of, and was heavily locked up. Luckily, Proton had lent him some of his bobby pins and taught him the fine art of lock picking for this.
The problem was, the door was easily visible to almost everyone at the party, and thus in order for Petrel to unlock it, he would need some sort of distraction that cloaked his actions.
"Look, I have an idea of how to do that, but I'm gonna need you to work with me on this one…"
"Oh…oh no…"
"C'mon, I just need you to stand there and moan a bunch! I promise it'll be worth it!"
"Ugh…fine. But what about when you get the door open?"
He already had that part planned too. They were going to roll right in and lock the door behind them. Brione would fill up the overly large breastplate of her costume with small jewels and he would wrap the larger things up in his cape then fasten it shut with his tie.
"Oh, I thought perhaps you had overestimated my breast size…"
"Not at all, although if you need another fitting, I'm free."
"Ugh…just shut up and tell me how we escape after that?"
Then the final piece of the plan; the window.
Both Petrel and Brione would grab their steals and climb onto the short piece of roof where Petrel would grab her up and use the large cable that was mounted on it to zip down. Once they got half-way down it would be safe enough for them to jump down and her hydreigon would swoop them up. It was crazy, he admitted, but they would be rewarded handsomely for their efforts.
"It just might work," Brione thought. "It might be absurd enough…"
"And when we're done here," Petrel finished, "I'll keep my end of our deal."
They shook on it.
"Deal."
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It was time to begin Petrel's plan. Brione leaned onto the door as Petrel clung to her.
"You ready?" he asked.
She nodded, "I shall warn you of any wandering eyes…"
"Let's go!" he grinned, opening the door and pushing them to the wall across from them.
The other costumed characters didn't seem to notice them so far as they quickly rolled down the wall, faces next to one another, each with a single eye open, squinting out towards the other occupants of the floor. But as the locked door closed in and Petrel began to roll Brione to the top, she noticed Scarlett O'Hara glancing over and stopped with Petrel against the wall.
"Eyes on us," she whispered. Petrel grabbed onto her leg and held it up as he quickly glanced over to the two girls who stared back at them.
"Hold on a sec," he rolled them over so she was against the wall. "There, let me know when they turn away."
She squinted their way, but O'Hara and Dalloway were still eying them up, "No good, why are they looking at us, Petrel?"
"P'rolly cause we haven't been making out," he explained. "We just look like idiots rolling around…"
She grabbed the top hat from his head and held it over their faces, "No way, Petrel, no way. I am a taken woman."
"C'mon, there's no way we're gonna get down there unnoticed if we don't," he whispered.
"No."
"I swear my breath doesn't stink."
"No."
"Just imagine I'm Proton."
"No…but I have an idea…"
She pulled him off and tossed him to the ground, not too far away from where the door was and jumped on top, holding her face a hair's length from his. Petrel leaned slightly to the right and watched as the two girls returned to their business, then gave Brione the thumbs up.
"Alright, almost there," he whispered as he grabbed onto her. "Now let's roll over to the door."
He tightly pulled her in and pushed off of the ground, rolling them forwards until she hit the door with her back. Attention once again returned to them as they made the final slide up the door.
"Ready, I'm gonna turn us around so I can get to work," he whispered as their spectators turned away. "Just put your knee up against the wall so that coat covers me and start moaning."
"How embarrassing…" she sighed. "Let us finish this then…"
"That's the spirit!" he grinned as he flipped them against the door so his back was to it.
Petrel slid down to the floor as Brione set her knee to the wall, her long coat swinging over to cover his movements. He got onto his knees and grabbed onto her thigh with one hand and pulled out a bobby pin from his tux pocket with the other and got to work.
"Ah, Dark Master!" she lightly moaned, leaning her head back enough so she could watch down the hall.
It was so far so good.
Brione gave him a thumbs up as she continued to moan out and watch their back. His first bobby pin broke and he tossed it away, pulling out another. Suddenly she noticed Golightly racing down the hall with Gatsby in tow and tilted her head back down to face Petrel.
"Two costumers incoming," she harshly whispered, "so hurry it up!"
"Yeah, yeah," he replied as he tossed the second bobby pin away, "I'm almost there…"
"You said you could handle this!" she chided.
"Oh shut up!" he groaned as he squeezed her ass.
"Ah!" she squeaked as her head flung back again. She noticed at this point that Golightly and Gatsby were now on the floor and Marlowe had joined the two girls on the wall. She gave him another thumbs up.
A few seconds later the lock ticked open and Petrel pulled her back down with his hand on the knob, "Alright, this is it!"
He turned the knob and the two rolled into the storage room, closing and locking the door behind them. Petrel got up first and began to dust off his tux as Brione stayed on the floor, exhausted.
"I..I cannot believe we did it…"
"Yeah!" He grinned, "That was some real realistic moaning you were doing. Really got me in the moo-"
She cut him off; "Hurry up and get me out of here!"
And with that the two got to work, emptying the suitcases, bags, and purses of everyone who had attended the costumed orgy that night. Petrel ripped off his cape and began filling it with gold, money, and the occasional fossil while Brione emptied out jewelry into the pocketed breastplate of her dress.
As they worked, she called over to him, "Wait…if you fill up your cape with stuff, how will we zip down?"
"Like this," he answered, ripping the long open red frock coat off of her, to her displeasure.
Once every valuable had been collected, Petrel opened the high window and climbed to the roof, holding out his arms to pull Brione through as well. After he yanked her out onto the roof, he tossed her over his back and fixed the red frock coat around the large cord mounted on one end to their roof and the other to a smaller building nearby.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yes, let us leave this place!" she called out.
With that Petrel ran off and the two began to glide down through the cold winter night as Hydreigon came into view. He let go of the coat, which caught onto the wind and flew away, and they dropped onto the dragon pokémon's back.
They both let out a sigh of relief.
"I will never go anywhere with you again, Petrel!" she panted, ripping off her disguise. "That was insane."
He smiled as he answered, taking off his own, "Well, it went just as I said it would, right? Just think how much we can pawn all of this off for!"
"Now, keep your promise," she reminded him, "show me how to win back Pr-"
But he stopped her with a quick kiss, which she stopped with a slap across his face.
"How dare you!" she screamed.
"Sorry," he apologized as he set a hand upon the stinging mark she'd left on his face, "I was just really in the moment…let's go..."
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The following night Proton returned to Brione's bedroom after a long day of work. For all the frustration he was feeling, he was still nowhere near close to finding the location of the mysterious ruins that his boss had requested of him. But more than that, the guilt of having to constantly deceive his girlfriend to keep her safe from Archer's wrath was eating him alive.
Every time she tried to escape, Proton would be forced to smooth things over with their boss, promising that he would make her loyal. However, as he'd begun to discover, there was nothing he could do to make Brione loyal to Team Rocket.
Although he tried to keep them separate, the stress of his position had seeped into their relationship, and he was so afraid of losing the woman he believed to be the love of his life.
He noticed that she wasn't in her lab and assumed Brione was still busy out working for another night in a row. But when he flipped on the lights, the sight he saw shocked him so much that he dropped the tablet he had tightly gripped.
"Welcome back, Darling! I missed you~!"
As Petrel's advice went: I bet he'd go nuts to come back from working to you lying on the bed every night beckoning him over...
Proton's mouth hung agape. His girlfriend was lying lustily on the bed in a black bustier and matching panties and stockings, motioning for him to come over.
"I hope you have nothing else to do for the next few days," she said with a finger to her lips.
"Y-Yes, I'm free..." he breathed, as he gently pushed her onto her back.
"Good," Brione smiled as she pulled him on top of her, running her fingers through his hair. "Because I want you to spend every waking moment of it making love to me."
Show him how much you want him...
"Brione...my love...my life..."
"Proton, my darling love, the air of which I breathe..."
And don't forget to tell him how much you love him.
Six weeks later, after she'd spent a week alone in her lab with Proton having some of the most glorious sex she'd ever had, Brione awoke with a start while her lover continued to snore in bed beside her. She couldn't help to smile at the sight, he was so cute as he slept...
And when he tightly held her in bed and her heart began to race, the nightmares that once plagued her dreams were too afraid to come near.
"Proton," she happily sighed, "I promise one day I shall pull you from this nightmare forever..."
As Brione leaned in to give him his morning kiss, she felt a sudden wave of nausea come over her and instead slid out of bed and to the adjacent bathroom's toilet.
"D-Did I eat something old...?" she thought aloud as she wiped her face, having vomited up the previous night's supper that Proton made them. "No...it could...no..."
Her breathing grew heavier as she shook her head and continued aloud, "No...not that..."
"Honey, are you alright?" she heard Proton asking from the other side of the door.
She rubbed her eyes, calming herself enough to answer; "Y-Yes...just a stomach flu I suppose..."
"Well if that's the case..." she heard him reply, "I want you to come to my room and sleep there so I can keep an eye on you for the day."
"S-Sure..." she answered before turning her head back to the toilet bowl and letting loose another wave of vomit. Brione reached over to the sink cabinet next to her, digging through desperately for something...
When the bathroom fell silent, Proton knocked once more, calling; "Honey?"
Three minutes.. she thought as she sat hunched over the toilet, waving the wand around frantically. Just three minutes...
Brione looked over to her counter where a small digital clock sat, counting down the seconds, then back at the wand she was furiously waving around.
One line...just one line...
She heard even more knocking, and Proton calling to her; "Honey, are you alright in there?"
Brione turned to the door to answer, but before she could do so, a certain sight instead caught her eye. She thought she was imagining it, and stopped waving around the test, holding it to her face.
Two lines...