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The London night sky was overcast, only a dim light shining down from the moon through the clouds. Anyone looking out their window would barely notice the blurred dark shape jumping from building to building. And, luckily for the racoon leaping along the rooftops, no one could see the panic on his face. The raccoon, standing at 5’4” with gray fur and black stripes around his fluffy tail, blended well with the night. He wore a dark blue shirt, as well as similarly colored cap, boots, and gloves. A yellow collar peeked out from beneath the shirt, matching the cuffs of his gloves. His eyes were brown, hidden behind a slim black mask that he had tied around his face. He wore a belt, a stylized logo of a raccoon’s face on the buckle. This was Sly Cooper, master thief, and he … had made a mistake.
“Bentley,” he said, pressing a button on his earpiece as he vaulted over a chimney. “Is that goon still following me?”
“Affirmative, Sly,” a nasally voice replied. Bentley was one of Sly’s best friends, the smartest turtle he knew. Even though Sly couldn’t see the drone monitoring the situation, he knew Bentley had his back.
Sly turned a corner, and saw a light in the darkness – a balcony with an open door, light from a hotel room spilling onto the stone surface. Perfect . “Bentley, I think I’ve got my escape route.”
“I’ll let you know when the coast is clear,” Bentley replied, before the line went quiet.
Sly took another leap, using his hooked cane to catch himself on the edge of the balcony. He winced as his body met the building, hard . He’d been in the game for a number of years now, but every so often he slipped up, reminding him that he was still a novice. He managed to shimmy his way up the cane, over the balcony, and creep into the room, shutting the door silently behind him.
He was in a hotel room, one bed to his right, unmade, one desk to his left, full of papers and an open, but turned off, laptop, a bureau with a dormant TV beside it. The room appeared to be empty, no one between him and the door to freedom on the opposite wall – but then Sly noticed another door set off to the side, in a little nook beside the right of the entrance. Light peeked out from underneath, and he could hear the sound of a shower running.
Sly let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. It should have been a simple surveillance job, case the British Museum, pickpocket a few of the hired goons that were guarding the crown jewels. But he’d tried to lift some keys from a guard’s belt, and, well … he hadn’t quite succeeded.
For not the first time in his life, Sly found himself wondering if he had his family’s guidance, if things would be different. If the Thievius Raccoonus hadn’t been … Sly shook his head to clear his thoughts. This wasn’t the time to reflect on what could have been, if that one fateful night hadn’t occurred. He needed to get out of here before the occupant of this room finished their shower.
Sly crept towards the door, one foot, then another, careful not to let his cane bump against any of the cheap wooden hotel furniture. Six more steps, five, four – and the shower stopped. He should have moved faster, should have slipped out the door, but then he heard humming coming from the bathroom.
He found himself frozen in place as he listened to the soft tune, one of his favorite songs. The door to the bathroom opened, and a familiar vixen emerged.
Inspector Carmelita Fox stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a white hotel room towel wrapped around her body. Her long legs were bare, the bottom of the towel just grazing her thighs, while her tail hung limp and wet behind her. The towel was pulled tight to her figure, accentuating her hips and D-cup breasts, the tops of which swelled behind her hand that held the towel tight. Her dark blue hair hung around her shoulders, the curls heavy as they dripped wet, and her ears were laid flat against her head as her teeth were bared in a snarl. And her eyes … ah, those warm brown eyes, and the cute little mole beneath the left one, that were on Sly’s mind far more often than he’d admit, they were currently glaring at him with surprise and anger.
“Cooper,” she said, his name like a curse on her lips. The two had met plenty of times before, though the INTERPOL agent had always been a little more … dressed. They’d developed something of a love-hate relationship, or at least, Sly liked to think so, but her glare right now told him it was more on the side of hate.
“Carmelita,” he replied, smiling. “What a surprise to see you here.”
“In my hotel room,” she said, her voice deadpan, but her Spanish accent as melodic as ever to his ears. “What are you even doing? Our sources said your heist wasn’t until tomorrow.” She narrowed her eyes at him, a familiar look of suspicion.
Sly shrugged. “What can I say? I just couldn’t help picking a few pockets.”
“And how exactly did you end up here ?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.
“Shouldn’t leave your balcony door open, Inspector,” he said, his tone teasing as he set his cane on the floor, rested his weight on it as he leaned towards her. “Anyone could just waltz right in.”
Carmelita frowned. Her eyes slid past Sly, to her bed. As Sly followed her gaze, he could see an all-too-familiar shock pistol lying there, beside a shining metal set of handcuffs.
Their eyes met again, a challenge between them – and they both darted towards the bed, reaching out for Carmelita’s gear. Sly’s fingers closed around the barrel of her pistol just as the metal of the handcuffs snapped closed around one of his wrists.
“You can’t get out of this one, Cooper,” she taunted. She grabbed his other wrist, pulling it over his head so he was forced to lie flat on his back on the bed’s mattress, the vixen above him, pinning him down and straddling his hips as she cuffed him. With her hands at his wrists, though, she wasn’t holding her towel closed, and Sly was not subtle in tilting his gaze downwards.
Oh, that was a sight. Her full breasts hung pendulous above him, heavy and round and capped with tight little dark pink nipples, standing at attention from the chilled air in the room – or from proximity to him. He couldn’t see much of her body past those breasts, but he knew she was bare, and he knew that she could see the leering expression on his face.
“Enjoy the sight while you can,” Carmelita snapped, the force of her words making her breasts bounce slightly. “Once I throw you in prison, you’ll be lucky if you ever see another woman again.”
“Why would I ever want to see another woman after seeing you?” Sly asked. He dragged his gaze away from those breasts, up the expanse of cream-colored fur that lined her neck, up to the slope of her muzzle, and finally, her eyes, which were widened with surprise. But she quickly narrowed them, a scowl overtaking her features.
“Flattery won’t get you out of this,” she said, pressing down harder on his wrists – which had the effect of pressing her chest against his. He could feel her breasts through his shirt, the separate curve of each of them right up against him. Despite the situation – or maybe because of it – his cock began stiffening, the pointed red head slipping out of its sheath. He was proud of his cock – and he had reason to be, with its decently impressive 8 inch length and 4 inch girth, uniformly shaped beneath the head, a good cock that disappeared into his furry sheath – but he wasn’t focusing on that for the time being.
Sly just smirked. “Who says I want to get out of this?” He lifted his ringed tail, letting the tip of it trail along her bare leg. “In fact, Carmelita, I think you should strip search me. Never know if I’m hiding a weapon, after all.”
She rolled her eyes, leaning back from him and readjusting her towel. Sly couldn’t see anything, but he could feel the bare heat from between her legs as she rested on her knees, just inches away from his hardening cock, which, somehow, she still hadn’t noticed. “You wish.”
“Come on,” Sly replied, shifting his hips slightly, just enough to disturb her balance. “You know you’re curious. Besides, I got a good look, so it’s only fair.”
Carmelita looked over him, her tongue poking out to wet her lips as she appeared to … consider his offer. “I’m not taking the cuffs off,” she said. “But … let’s see what you look like without the mask.”
Sly smiled patiently at her as she leaned forward, towel falling open again, removing the hat and earpiece from his head and reaching her fingers around to untie the black mask he always wore. Her hands were gentle and soft as she removed that one piece of fabric, and made him feel truly naked, despite the fact he wasn’t wearing pants to begin with.
Carmelita frowned as she tossed the mask aside, and Sly couldn’t help but chuckle. “Not what you were expecting, huh?” he asked, referring to the natural stripe of black fur that went over his eyes, nearly identical to his mask.
“Not exactly,” she said, sounding almost … disappointed. She ran her fingers along his cheek, feeling the fur. “It would be just like you to wear a mask under your mask.”
“I am a raccoon,” he pointed out, his tail lazily flicking the air beside him. “Stripes are kind of my thing. Like how those cute little pointed ears are yours.”
Carmelita frowned, her brow furrowing. “It’s just a fox thing. It’s not cute .”
“It’s cute,” Sly replied. “Everything about you is …” he trailed off as he let his eyes wander down her body again, now bared fully to him as she straddled his hips, towel dropped aside. Her cream-colored fur pattern continued between her legs, where he could easily see defined pussy lips, parted slightly to reveal the prettiest shade of pink he’d ever seen, mere inches from his red cockhead. “Beautiful,” he finished, almost breathless.
He licked his lips, imagining if he lifted his hips up, eased his cock into her pussy … in that moment, he was ready to be carted off to prison, give up a life of thievery, if it meant he could just fuck her right there.
The thought of prison was like a cold shower for his mind, bringing him back to reality. When his gaze snapped back to her face, so he could take stock of his situation, he found her apparently lost in thought, studying him. “I might not be able to strip you, Ringtail, but I haven’t finished searching you,” she murmured, and then her hands were undoing his belt, slipping under his shirt, and fuck could she just lower her hips those last couple inches please
Carmelita’s hands explored Sly’s chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. He wasn’t much of a gym fanatic, but his … lifestyle did lead to quite a workout, so he was well-toned, abs and pecs well-defined for her fingers to discover. Her eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in her thoughts, as she touched him, her hands exploring him shamelessly as she felt him up, reached up to squeeze his biceps, reached down to just graze the edge of his groin.
Her hips finally, finally lowered, her pussy resting directly on his body, on his cock – but not in the way he wanted. Her pussy was wrapped around the sides of his shaft, but he still wasn’t inside her. She moved, and he could feel how wet she was as her pussy ground against him, as her lower lips parted around his cock. She rocked herself against him, her hands still exploring his body, and as her fingers squeezed around his bicep again, she groaned softly, a sound that seemed to shoot more electricity through him than her shock pistol ever had. She kept moving, and fuck if that angle was just a little different, if he could just slip the tip inside her, he’d make her feel how desperately she needed him.
But instead, Carmelita abruptly stood up, getting off of Sly and pacing nude around the room, making him flinch slightly as the cold night air through the still-open balcony door hit his cock. He could have broken out of the cuffs right then using the hairpin he kept in his glove, but he found himself a little distracted by the sight of that perky ass bouncing underneath her tail with each step.
“What am I doing? ” she asked, one hand on her head as she paced. “You’re a criminal! You aren’t … I can’t …”
“Sure you can,” Sly said, and she finally turned to look at him. He tried his best to look cool and collected, as well as he could with his wrists in cuffs and his cock at its full length of 8 inches, standing stiff before him. “No one has to know what goes on in here. And come on, Carmelita, we’ve been dancing around this since the day we’ve met.”
“Maybe if you weren’t a thief , I’d be interested,” she spat, turning towards him. “But I’d never – not with someone like you!”
Sly grinned and flexed slightly to make his cock twitch, noticing how it drew her eye. “And yet you’re the one who’s got me handcuffed to your bed .”
She let out a frustrated groan, rolling her eyes. “Shut up! ”
“Make me,” he taunted in reply, making his cock jump again.
Carmelita smirked, suddenly, the expression catching Sly off guard. “Fine. I will .”
From her response he was expecting the cliche of a kiss at that point, or maybe, if the inspector was a little kinkier than he realized, a gag of some kind. What he wasn’t expecting was Carmelita to stalk back towards the bed, fire in her eyes, straddle Sly’s face, and grab his ears to pull his face right into her bare pussy, forcing him to taste her.
Well, he had to give it to her, it did shut him up.
He opened his mouth, his lips against her pussy lips, and flicked out his tongue, finding her immediately soaked . She was musky, tangy, and her slick flooded his mouth as he licked against her folds, teasing along her entrance as she groaned and held him tight. Fuck, he could barely breathe , and each breath he did get was full of her pheromones, so that his whole world was narrowed down to her desire, her pussy.
Carmelita wasn’t shy about getting what she wanted, and Sly never expected her to be. She demanded more by tugging on the fur on the back of his head, drawing him further into her pussy as her tail rested on his prone body, the tip just barely brushing against his cock. His muzzle was surrounded by her as he decided to give her what she needed, and pushed his tongue forward, slipping it into her needy, dripping hole.
“Fuck – Cooper! ” she cried, her thighs tightening around his head. He wanted to grab her hips, hold her in place and feast on her, make her be the one squirming beneath him as he teased her, but the cuffs were still an annoying little obstacle. So he settled for moving his head instead, rubbing his nose against her clit as he fucked her with his tongue, pushing it as deep into her as he could and swirling it around and around, before pulling back his head and wrapping his lips around her clit for a sudden suck.
Her hands gripped his head tight, fingers twisted in his fur, and he could barely breathe as he kept sucking, kept pleasuring her. When she let go, just slightly, he returned to licking her, pushing his tongue into her pussy and swirling it around before taking long, slow licks along her folds.
She ground against him, pushing herself onto his muzzle as she chased her orgasm. And then the vixen tried to distract him, her tail reaching back and curling around his cock, idly stroking. He just knew that her fur was getting matted with his precum, but he couldn’t see, could barely move , just had the torture of her light, slow touches on his sensitive shaft. All he could do was keep pleasuring her and hope she took pity on him soon.
“Since when were you so fucking good at this?” she groaned, her thighs tightening around his head. She grabbed at him again, tugging him away from licking at her hole, bringing his attention back to her clit.
Sly coiled his tongue around her clit as best as he could before sucking on it, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub. He could feel her gripping tighter, could feel her thighs shaking, could taste just how much she loved this … and he loved every second of making the normally uptight officer behave like this .
Carmelita moaned, her hold on his head loosening as her legs quivered and she came. Her clit pulsed with her orgasm as she flooded his mouth again, more of that musky slick staining his lips.
Fuck, nothing would ever compare to that taste. The finest wines could be bottles full of vinegar , the finest meals could be mush and ash, for all he cared. She was his favorite flavor now.
And then she was standing up, with shaky legs, facing away from him and the bed. “Fuck – you, thaat was … FUCK, ” she muttered softly.
“Well, yes, I thought that’s where this was going,” Sly replied, an easy smile on his lips as he watched her. “Sorry, am I not getting anything out of this?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him before turning her body back to him. She walked back to the bed, sitting beside him, and her hand rested on his hip. “I shouldn’t,” she said. “You …”
“I’m already in custody,” Sly said, shaking his hands slightly to make the handcuffs rattle. “You don’t have to put on an act anymore. You already caught me.”
Carmelita hesitated, freezing in place. She seemed genuinely torn, and for a moment, Sly almost felt bad about putting her in this situation – though, to be fair, she had sat on his face. She let out a curse under her breath and glanced down at her lap, seeming to weigh invisible sides as she debated with herself.
A long few minutes passed, both of them sitting there in complete silence.
“If you tell anyone,” Carmelita murmured, finally breaking the silence as she leaned towards him, her eyes locked on his.
“I’m a thief , not a rat ,” Sly replied, widening his eyes for an innocent expression. “I swear.”
She narrowed her eyes.
Sly sat up slightly, enough to look her directly in the eyes. “I swear on my family’s honor,” he said, his voice serious. “Whatever happens … if you want it to be secret, it will be.”
She let out a small breath. “Fine. I’ll hold you to that, Ringtail.”
Sly leaned his head back down, and then suddenly Carmelita’s hand was on his cock and fuck her touch was soft. She stroked him slowly, fingertips trailing from the base up to the tip and back. He was already slick from the sheath and from her , but she spread that slick, along with the beads of precum he leaked, all along his shaft.
Her fingers were feather soft touches along his shaft, just barely touching him, just enough to spread that precum and make her touch known without providing friction to his cock. Her hand was soft, warm, and everything he could want from a handjob, if only she’d just really touch him!
She wrapped her hand firmly along his cock, slow, long strokes along his full length, but when he bucked his hips up, tried to press himself into her hand – she smirked and pulled her hand away.
“Jesus, Carmelita,” he murmured breathlessly, his gaze meeting hers. “They teach you how to tease like that at the police academy?”
She chuckled. “No … believe it or not, some things I’m just naturally skilled at.” She shifted so she could kiss the tip of his cock as she stroked him, her tongue lapping up some of that precum as it leaked from him.
With each pass of her hand, her head fell just slightly lower, until her muzzle was full of his cock. Her nose was pushed against his sheath, and her tongue, wet and goddamn flexible , was wrapping around his shaft, practically jerking him off inside her mouth.
Fuck, she was good. After literal years of flirting, chasing, teasing, the moment of finally connecting with her was sweeter than he’d ever imagined. Sly focused on the cuffs around his wrists, picking the locks while Carmelita was distracted, partially so that he wouldn’t cum too early and ruin this chance with her. He left the cuffs loosely around his wrists, acting like they were still in place as the fox lifted her head again, tongue slurping along his cock as she did.
“Ready for this, Ringtail?” she asked, moving so that she was straddling his hips again, her eyes meeting his.
Fuck yes . Sly tried to speak, but he was so eager, he found himself unable to form the words, so he nodded harder, watching as the vixen above him gave a sexy smirk.
Carmelita held his cock in place with one hand as she lowered her hips. Her eyes fluttered closed with pleasure as he entered her, and she let out a low, soft moan.
Her pussy was hot , sticky, welcoming in his cock and then, as Carmelita began to move her hips up and down, unwilling to let him go. He could feel her walls clinging tight to him, trying to suck him in deeper, as if her body was begging for him in all the ways her words wouldn’t.
He could feel that pussy clinging so tight to him, pulling, sucking him, and he tried to thrust his hips up, but then her body met his. She was so warm against him, her body soft but firm, plush fur over toned muscle, and she felt so good – but his cock wasn’t fully seated inside her. The position she took above him meant his thrusts stopped just short of the last inch of his cock entering her, of his balls being pressed against her pussy lips. He could feel that she wanted that last inch just as badly as he did. Unfortunately, he could only get so deep in this position.
Still, it was worth the sight of Carmelita riding him, her tail to the side, resting over his leg, her hips rolling in a mesmerizing motion as she slid herself along his cock. Sly would have given up all most of his treasure for that sight, her pussy open and taking him in, her slick on his shaft as she pulled back, her pussy stuffed full of him as she pushed herself down again. Her cream-colored belly fur, already accentuating her curves, undulated and seemed to dance as she moved, emphasizing her every motion. Her breasts bounced, just a bit, just enough to keep his attention on them.
And her face … she was unabashed in showing her pleasure, head tilted back, eyes closed as she moaned loudly. She rested her hands on Sly’s chest for balance, but beyond that, it was like he wasn’t even there. Just a toy for her to use and get off with.
Not that Sly exactly minded that. The view was pretty worth it. But as he felt Carmelita reaching another orgasm, her second without him coming even once , he made his move.
“Ringtail – fuck , Cooper!” she moaned, tossing her head back in pleasure. “Keep going – oh, fuck – just like that – fuck, Ringtail, your cock is so good! ”
His hands slipped free from the unlocked cuffs and grabbed her hips, his arms under her legs so they were pressed against her body. She gasped, but her pussy clenched around him, extra tight as he pushed her onto her back, adjusting so he was kneeling over her, her arms pinned over her head while her hair fanned out around her body and her legs stayed open for him.
“You know –” he thrust into her, cock sliding in deeper as she gasped, “-- my name –” he kissed her neck, running his tongue along the cream-colored part of her fur, “-- is Sly .”
“ Sly! ” she cried out, her head tossing back, exposing more of her neck. He couldn’t resist giving her a small little bite as he thrust into her again, reveling in the sound of her whimper. His hips moved faster, more motion, as he pulled back nearly to the tip of his cock before burying himself fully inside her hot, needy pussy.
God, she was everything he’d imagined she’d be, and more. He didn’t hold back, didn’t even try to control himself, all he wanted was to fill her, fuck her, grind his cock deep inside her and make her whimper and moan and cry out his name. “Fuck, fuck, Carmelita!” he cried, before his head turned and his lips met hers.
It was strange, really, that their first kiss happened while he was already balls deep inside her, that while he was half naked and rutting her like he’d gone feral, they had that sweet moment. But her lips were soft, warm, and Sly could swear he actually saw fireworks going off when he closed his eyes.
“Sly,” she moaned when they parted, her voice almost soft. “Sly, please, I’m – fuck, I’m so close …”
He shifted, just slightly changing the angle of his fucking, and – she came, again, her pussy so fucking tight, pulling his cock deeper in like her body was just begging him to flood her with his cum, mark her with his scent, claim her as his mate …
He came, his hips pressing tight to hers, his cum spilling inside her, out around his cock, with enough force he could feel a few drops splashing back against his balls. “ Carmelita ,” he murmured, his hand tracing along her side, squeezing her breast. Perfect and perky.
Sly pulled back, sliding his cock out of her, enjoying the sight before him. Carmelita lying nude, her legs splayed, her pussy fucked open and gaping, leaking his cum. Her fur was mussed from being still wet and his body rubbing against hers, her breasts heaved as she breathed. She was panting, her eyes slightly glazed over as she watched Sly. She looked perfect, just needed one last touch.
Sly leaned over Carmelita with a grin and snapped the handcuffs closed around her wrists as he gave her another soft, sweet kiss. “I hope we can do this again sometime,” he murmured.
Her eyes widened as she tried to pull her hands apart. “Cooper!” she snarled.
Sly just chuckled, grabbing his hat, earpiece, mask, and cane from where they’d been discarded. He tied the mask back over his eyes before heading to the door of the hotel room. “I’ll be seeing you around, Carmelita,” he said with a wink, giving her a two fingered salute before he slipped out the door.
“Get back here!” she shouted as he shut the door behind him. “ Sly !”
He chuckled, strolling down the deserted hotel hallway. He pressed a finger to his earpiece. “Bentley. Is the goon gone?”
“Been gone for a while,” Bentley replied. “Murray’s waiting outside the hotel with the van. What took you so long in there?”
“Oh, nothing,” Sly said casually, smiling to himself. “Just got tied up running into an old friend.”