Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

The moment Alexis exposed her breasts over the com, the spacecraft she was chasing briefly lilted to one side before quickly course correcting, and the bandaged man's face seemed to light up with a combination of shock and awe! Spectacular! Calvin The Chameleon uttered in disbelief as he gazed at Officer Sinclaire fondling her own breast, and he immediately began tapping buttons on his dash to record the event. He was so distracted that he failed to notice his speed inching ever closer to 88 kps, the speed required to trigger his Time Rift Generator, which had yet to finalize its calculations. When she mentioned it was his turn, Calvin seemed to have forgotten his promise entirely, but a wry smile fell upon his lips when he recalled his exact wording. That's right, I almost forgot! Give me a second, he told her before shutting off his video stream. The sound of rustling cloth could be heard over the com for a moment before his voice returned to accompany the black screen. Alright, here I am! Bandages off! Suddenly, the video stream returned to display a fully-framed and fully-erect cock! Pale-skinned and uncut with veins bulging, the bandaged man's member must have looked enormous on Alexis's display. It was difficult to tell the exact scale, but it was certainly larger than her ex-boyfriend's. Calvin must have had it surgically enhanced, but there were no visible signs of scarring, although it did prominantly curve to the left. Just as promised, the faceless cock continued wryly. What do you think? Is this a mug you could kiss? It bobbed back and forth slightly as if waiting for a response. Suddenly, a bright light began to glow from inside of Calvin's spacecraft, and his stolen Time Rift Generator began to repeat in a mechanical voice, Warning! Unstable Time Rift! From out of nowhere appeared an eye-shaped slit in the fabric of space-time itself, flashing images of Earth's past, present, and future. Images of unruly seas and storms were quickly replaced by instantly-constructed, towering buildings, which then gave way to monstrous scaled beasts roaming the land. Faster and faster, the images melted into each other until they all blurred together into a roulette wheel of time travel. Shit, that slut tricked me! Calvin uttered in disbelief as he realized he had been so distracted by Alexis that he had failed to keep an eye on the throttle and triggered his prototype device prematurely. Whether or not it was part of her plan, the result was all the same. A glowing, unstable time rift dead ahead, with no time to stop. Instinctively Calvin yanked on the yoke in an attempt to veer to the left, but only succeeded in moving his vehicle off-center, its wings shearing off and floating into space as the main cabin disappeared into the shimmering rift. The eye-shaped rift seemed to become satisfied somewhat by what it had just swallowed, and when and where it had just settled on moments before became clear. A land of dry, dusty cities built with wood, blood, and sweat. It was the Old West, a lawless and brutal time period in the United States where a criminal like The Chameleon was sure to thrive. Sleepily, the rift slowly began to close like it had just digested a big meal, though inside it, the shadows cast by those primative wooden buildings quickly stretched and shrank, the days flicking by in seconds. If Officer Sinclaire intended to pursue The Chameleon, each moment she delayed would give him a hundred-fold head start.