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It seemed like a simple job. And an even simpler initiation test.

The cool wind of an early spring blew against my cheekfurs as I stood atop a building adjacent to Olympia Tech's corporate headquarters--a twenty-story building in the center of the main island of skyscrapers. Distant sirens and honking could be overheard down below on the streets, alongside flashing neon lights and an occasional shouting from a typical New Yorker. If I looked past a few of the buildings, I could even make out the shining windows of the One World Trade Center.

For now, however, I remained focused on my objective: getting inside Olympia Tech's headquarters, infiltrate the R&D department and snatch the samples without being detected. A little bit of sabotage would be icing on the cake too. Bright Horizons, Inc. wanted this to be discreet and quiet, but if all else failed, at least not have the robbery connected to them.

An unknown number rang on my burner phone. "Hello?"

"Silent Cat, this is Review Board," replied this voice, a distinct female one with a British accent--London, I believed. "Are you in position and ready for your initiation."

"Affirmative." I nodded to nobody. "Wish me luck."

The line disconnected, but it didn't decrease tonight's enthusiasm.

My client was (not) a sales executive representing Bright Horizons, Inc. and absolutely did (not) hire me to commit sabotage, burglary, and industrial espionage against Olympia Tech, their biggest competitor.

Two months ago, the multi-national corporation's CEO announced to Olympia Tech's stockholders and a few news outlets that their best chemists were creating a new production of high-class perfume that would be part of a new brand collection. They advertised it as the 'Aphrodite Collection', and each individual perfume would have a different scent with the same resulting aphrodisiac effect. Just a whiff could spice up even the stalest of romantic evenings.

Bright Horizons, who longed to become equal rivals with Olympia Tech for years, wanted to have the prototype formula samples, right here in the Big Apple that was Peninsula City.

My watch indicated it was ten seconds to 11:30 PM. "Let's pray this works..." I murmured softly, putting on my facemask and feeling my whiskers twitch. "3...2...1..."

The main office went dark on schedule. Ten minutes until the backup generators activated.

Nobody would notice the black-clad leopard ziplining over their heads, either because they were too focused on an advertising billboard or the endless distractions on the phones in their paws. I also heavily relied on the sky being cloudy tonight. The last thing any freelance cat burglar wanted was being caught mid-badassery.

Luckily, I managed to get to the roof in no time flat, then break open the maintenance access door without any resistance.

To say I was ecstatic would've been an understatement. My feline tail wouldn't quit wagging. If--no, when--I succeeded, the Guild would induct me as a full-time member of their ranks. No more hacking into credit cards, no more pickpocketing on the weekends and especially no more jewel robberies that came once every several months. The Scorpion Guild would be the big leagues, helping me organize big heists with bigger players for bigger profits.

With a 25% cut going to the Guild, of course.

They seemed like any Deep Web myth out there; a group of elite burglars and hackers who worked for corporations willing to engage in illegal industrial espionage. According to legend, in spite of their secrecy, mysterious intrigue and world-spanning influences (that would put the Freemasons to shame), their name literally translated to S ecretive Corp orate Esp ion age Guild. Which made me even more surprised when I suddenly got an offer to join them after I pulled off a decent hack on Wall Street.

The hallways remained dark as I cautiously peered around each corner and listened at each sound. I warily made sure to hurry to my destination, hiding from view when a confused security guard could be heard echoing from a nearby corridor. Although I did wear a pair of decent night vision goggles over my head, I only had them on minimal setting, concerned what would happen to my eyesight if the power suddenly flicked on.

At last, I found the R&D department door. Unfortunately, the glass doors and windows automatically locked itself once the power went out. Wouldn't want to accidentally leave the company's best-guarded secrets unprotected during a blackout, huh?

Luckily, I already planned this ahead.

The scenes in movies of the protagonist crawling through air vents are bullshit. Not only were modern air vents and ducts too small for a single fur to crawl through, but the noise made only resulted in either a tabloid-worthy arrest or said fur ending up in a bloody body bag. No, the best way to get inside a locked room was sending in a mini drone the size of your paw and using a built-in 'finger' to type in the unlock code from the inside.

Four minutes until the power returned.

Unfortunately, as I placed the glass canisters of Aphrodite Collection in the duffle bag, I heard him enter before he even had to speak up.

"Freeze!"

I slowly raised my paws in the air and held onto the last canister in my left paw.

"Turn around."

I complied, craning my neck slightly to see a Great Dane come into view. He held a single flashlight and a taser in his other paw, both pointed directly at me.

Getting caught wasn't part of the plan, but it did come in Plan B. I eyed behind the hulking canine to see the untouched fire alarm on the wall besides the entrance hallway.

"Drop the cannister and put your paws behind--"

"As you wish!"

In a quick-timed span of several seconds, I slammed the canister in my paw to the ground, causing the glass to shatter and the perfume to fill up the room, then I held my breath and ducked in time as the Great Dane shot his taser. Another inch and I would've been Kentucky Fried Leopard. He then began coughing in the aroma (Luscious Strawberry. Dammit, I inhaled some!), giving me the opportunity to bolt past him and pull the fire alarm's lever down.

"Stop!" he hacked, then began to moan softly, "Ack! Ack! Ohhh..."

I jogged through the hallways as the sprinkler system drenched me all over. My body lunged itself to the familiar stairwell. I hauled myself up the stairs, gripping the duffle bag over my shoulder for dear life. Almost there.

In a blur, I found myself thinking back to how hunky and well-built the Great Dane looked beneath that uniform (wait what?).

Groaning at my slight incompetence, I immediately shook the thought away just in time to barge the maintenance access door open. Taking a deep breath, and willing myself to focus, I gripped the prepared zipline and jumped over the ledge right as I heard footsteps shuffle behind me.

Most police and security assumed that a burglar would flee the scene of the crime, going as far as they possibly could to their safehouse. Most didn't realize that the simplest way to hide was in plain sight, which was why I rented a room in a motel only a mere two blocks from the Olympia Tech headquarters.

As I sneaked into the hallway to my room, I eyed a certain trashcan by the corner corridor beside my room. I hurried over without waiting, plucked the lid open and carefully positioned the briefcase in the space between the bin and its exterior. A perfect hiding place for somebody from the Scorpion Guild to pick it up.

I glanced left and right for any witnesses before putting the lid back on, and grabbed my motel key to go to the door beside it. Tail wagging with accomplishment, I locked the door shut behind me and peeked through the window blinds opposite the room, watching a pair of police cars speeding down the road. Mission accomplished, I dared say.

That was when I realized my body unexpectedly grew hotter. My legs trembled. My tail curled with glee. My head spun faster. And my crotch more...

"Dammit..."

Thankfully, fifteen canisters of the Aphrodite Collection (minus the Luscious Strawberry I threw on the ground, no doubt beyond ruined from the fire sprinklers) I nabbed were in one piece. Stripping my suit down and peeling away the sweaty boxers clinging to my lithe body, I grabbed out the PDA and phoned in the same unknown number from before.

"Review Board, this is Silent Cat," I spoke up, then shook my muzzle when I began to pant and feel my cock harden further. "A-Aside from one vial of the product, I...oh...I-I have all products secured...L-Left at the d...designated drop-off p-point..."

"Affirmative, Silent Cat." the British female answered back. Either she didn't notice my groaning pauses or didn't care in the slightest. "Sleep now. We will speak to you in twelve hours and inform you if you will become one of us. Until then, rest up and be proud of yourself."

"Thanks."

The line disconnected. I was left alone in my crappy hotel room.

With a raging hard-on.

And twelve hours to myself.

Hallelujah.

***

There were pros and cons of working in corporate espionage.

Pros: If arrested for the act, you're unlikely to be sent to some gulag or get executed by firing squad. Compared to other crimes, your jail sentence will range between ten to fifteen years at most, or twenty depending on how much the intellectual property taken is worth. In the age of the Internet and how it has globalized entire economies, national borders and army uniforms had been replaced with company assets and executive suits. Even something as simple as a scandal among the higher ups could mean the difference in stock prices plummeting, meaning some companies are desperately willing to pay thousands of dollars to those with the tools and skills. Anything to reach a competitive edge.

Cons: On top of not being allowed to form relationships outside your field of work, corporate espionage could always be time-consuming. Never mind troughing through boring office email account for dirty info or rifling for infrastructure maps at city hall; waiting off the heat after the illegal deed is done could be boring, especially given the lack of amenities to use in run-down motels.

Now...getting stuck in a room with yourself, hopped up on some aphrodisiac (bit of trivia, they were practically named after a certain Greek goddess, heh) and jacking off to your heart's content from dusk till dawn? Definitely not among the worst ways to wait for the results on your future.

"Ohhhhh, fuck!" I rolled my eyes back as I came once again. "Ah shiii...Oh yeah~"

Between stroking my feline cock and feeling my balls swell from the effects of this prototype aphrodisiac, my mind wandered. Since I didn't have anybody to enjoy this with (or risk having a random hook-up realize the thief from the night before, described as a muscular, thin leopard who stole some strawberry-scented perfume that made you horny, was me) I thought back to past sexual encounters.

Senior year of high school: I fucked my vixen girlfriend in the school parking lot before the first bell. Freshman year of college: I sucked my first genuine cock for a stallion in a closet at a frat house party. Sophomore year of college: My first threesome with a semi-burly bear and his wife after meeting up on Grindr. Junior year of college, a friends-with-benefits tiger and I sixty-nined in his dorm while his roommate was out, and we had to cover our moans while others were studying next door for finals. All this was before I descended into my 'job occupation', thanks to my double major in Electrical Engineering and Psychology (having a gymnastics hobby on the side also helped).

I probably came about six times before finally drifting off to sleep, then awoke the next morning so hard I could barely take a piss on the toilet. I wasn't even ten seconds inside the shower when my left paw grasped my cock and started pumping it. Feverish moans bubbled from my lips as I felt the hot water pour all over my matted, sweaty--and cum-stained--fur, washing away the grime without detracting from how hard I was. When I did will myself away to use some soap, the end result only made the meaty shaft between my fingers even slicker.

One encounter that really got my dick going was when I celebrated my first successful heist a few years back; I was in Lakertown and helped these burglars plan a break-in at this luxury home for some business executive. His home security wasn't the best, so by the time we evaded the authorities with $1,000,000 worth of valuables, I basically had myself set for a long while, and went to Howlr for a nice hook-up.

The next thing I knew, I was balls deep inside this talented lynx, with a tight rear that milked me dry in minutes. The way his ring enveloped my shaft, my fingers trailed through his furry hips, how his moans resonated through my bones and his tail tickled my bare stomach each time my hips met his thighs...if only I could've gotten his number afterward.

"AHHHHHH!!!"

Half an hour later, I lay panting and purring back on the bed, frantically groaning as my eighth ejaculation coated the sheets with my feline seed.

"Huh?" I realized suddenly, "Heh...finally..."

Finally, my shaft barely got harder again. I never thought I would ever be happy about such a situation. And thank God too, before I made myself chafe.

Buzz...

_ _ I tiredly glanced over to my phone and smiled at the incoming call. It was from another unknown number, but I knew who it was from almost immediately.

It read: "Congratulations, Silent Cat. You are now an official member of the Guild. You passed with almost flying colors and are invited to a party celebrating your graduation into our ranks. Attached are instructions on how to locate us."

I glanced down my chest and chuckled. If I was going to celebrate, I needed to clean up again.