Sly and Murray are sent on a mission together to steal back a diamond at a very villain-public banquet, but things get risky when Murray accidentally drinks a potion infused with a powerful pheremone This is the teaser story! If you'd like to read the entire thing early or have a bi-monthly chance to vote for your next Rule 34 pairing consider joining me and Wolfgang's Patreon! Murray 85 undercover Posted 26 Mar views 3 faves 0 comments 1 vote. Social Networks. Sly Down Under March 2 Rule 34 Teaser 6 of Patreon Sly and Murray are sent on a mission together to steal back a diamond at a very villain-public banquet, but things get risky when Murray accidentally drinks a potion infused with a powerful pheremone This is the teaser story!
The time was seven P. 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. I was completely unaware that Bentley was talking, straightening up I made my most convincing 'yes I was listening' pose and responded. You know I'm always listening when it comes to mission info. Please pay attention! This is crucial information and Murray needs to listen up too.
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. Now, the banquet starts at nine P. 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. We'll be out of there in twenty minutes I grimaced just in time to hear him respond. 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. Murray and I exchanged a glance before I asked the next question.
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 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. Why aren't you wearing any underwear?!
Murray scoffed and spoke back almost indignantly. 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. Support Tickets User search Character search. Site Stats , Users 1,, Submissions 2,, Comments.