Busted, Devious Deeds


Written by Septia.


You surveyed the room: among the windowed cabinets, mahogany desk, and mahogany wood shelves the office was just about two sacks of coins and trinkets poorer. -Ctkkrt-. Both jingled form your hip as you took a final cursory glance. What did it matter, really? Sure, you were better off the more you took and the less this gentry had stashed away in their coffers. Though, it wouldn't really hurt them. In one sense, this money would just, grow back, and would be ripe to pick come another few weeks, enough time for their paranoia to dwindle. On the other, this was just gonna keep happening. A sigh. At times you wished you could steal something more tactile, like the deeds or contracts to their farms and land… Just then, the candlelight fell on a wide, flat lockbox surrounded in parchment. Oh, right. 


-Khthhd- That was the door. You were still knee deep in their business. The candle snuffed in haste, shuffling out of the office in darkness. 
	“Someone there? Merriam, is that you?” 
	Had to find the stairway in the dark, to elevate quickly. 
	“Someone there?” 
	-Ctkkrth- Why could currency never stay silent? Up the stairs, into the attic, forget the footsteps behind you. The place was cased, so there should be… air hatch. The footsteps were getting closer. Surprising, how your nerves were more affected in a situation like this, when you had a safe place to run to, rather than just running. Well, safe in at least one meaning of the word. 
	The hatch flung open, jumping through, clutching over your head… and Hoping… Just as planned, there she was. 
	Your accomplice positioned right below the opening, a cask of white frills and tanned hide framing the gratuitous pair of marshmallow hillocks, the plush chest gaping open into an abyss of burgundy and violet. You fell right into the open cleavage; loot, thief and all enveloped by the hold of bust-meat, sinking into the darkness, the hatch snapping shut like the jaws of a beast and flesh melding together in an instant. 
	-Bbwnnnn- Their bust dipped with a squeal of tire wheels breaking on a field of soap, clothes containing the protrusion extended from the absolute bottom of the chest, the nadir of the chest touching the ground before… -Bbwnnnnggghgngs- Springing back up, your frame flying upwards in the momentum, snatched – a vague lump of your outline sculpted in booby blubber. The bound of the breasts teetering your accomplice, flailing her arms in between the juggle of her whoppers, She wrangled her hugs stationary with both arms, until the bounces petered out to a faintly clattering bob of her boobs -Cllthr-. 
	“Be still my treasures.” 


The noble rushed out of the building, still in his travel shoes as his hat toppled on the ground. “Did anyone see that thief?” 
	They were met with silent indignation. At a late afternoon the few townsfolk were packing up or off with their own business. A lull of tranquil commotion meaning few payed attention to the mammoth endowed show stand keeper wheeling her stand – and the bosom in it – like a wheelbarrow.


~ 1 ~


Another turn and the cart went out through the alley, to the slums by a passing river before it folded into the gentry district. 
	“There, should be all clea-aahalfhgh-.” she wheezed, interrupted by her lips parting wide, blockaded by your face popping up between her gums, and peering out. 
	“We've lost ‘em by now, right?” 
	“Grngn,” she grunted and scoffed, cramming your head back down -Gllgkgs- giving a swallow that rattled out through her chest. 
	“Really wish you wouldn't mess with me like that, just because you know how to reach that entrance.” She begrudgingly drew her finger across the length of her bosom, ploughing through the line of flesh like clay to open up the hatch to her chest, from which your face popped out. 
	“Hey, I'm paying for lodging, I'm gonna get my moneys' worth, Chestnuts.” 
	Chestnuts grumbled, “See how well your coin carries when I raise the rent.” 
	You wiggled your leg out of the prison cage of chiffony blubber, the buffering of flesh always plying a bit too easily around your fingers; clay pretending to be a body. “Haul's ended up stable though,” you said producing the two bags. “Biggest for you, goes to storage, Chestnuts.” 
	Chestnuts huffed again. “My fondness for that nickname's wearing thin,” Chestnuts mumbled and beckoned with her hand. With a tremble of your pinky you planted the largest of the sacks in her palm, as she begun to weigh and inspect it. “As expected, there's no maid's out on errands and the noble fart's up his own ass in business, cutting it a bit close, but all according to plan,” she said and jimmied open a side of her chest, stuffing it with the engorged pouch, fondling the sack into her fun bags. 
	“With how well you know these places, kinda surprised you aren't doing the boobin-… burglary.” 
	Chestsnuts snickered, into a sigh. “I'm locomotion-ally challenged, for stealth ventures.” 
	You nodded, “Also your bazongas would get in the way.” 
	“How astute,” Chestnuts wheezed through her teeth. 
	Your vision swung around the area, scoping out venues of escape, this point in a botched mission before, you'd still be on the run. You could hear the pouring of the river over your own heartbeat. “Thank you.” 
	Chestnuts looked up from massaging and counter measuring her cleavage, lips twitching, “Your ass's paying for it.” 
	You felt down your side, opening the sack, there, just coins and trinkets… hang on. “Wait, was there a wooden box in the one you got?” 
	Chestnuts tapped her gullet as their breast growled -Cgllrlpghgsh-.
	-Buhhuuuraarp- Her lips flailing as she belched up a strap of parchment. “What, were these important?” she smirked. 
	You clutched your face. 
	“Course I kept em safe, though dunno why you grabbed em.” 
	“They gotta haves some value.” 
	“To someone who knows where to sell em, unlike a gutter patch like you.” 
	“But you do?” 
	Chestnuts smiled. “See, this just how well a lil' runt thief can go with the right manager,” she smirked with her whole face, and her tits mimicking in an invitation for you to retreat to the safe lodging of the shared treasure chest.