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Sly Cooper sits on the windowsill and stares out at the night sky. He's lost in thought.

Change is good, they say. The more the merrier, etcetera. But still, it's worth reflecting at a time like this. For the first time since they left home, the Cooper Gang is gaining new members. And for the first time, they officially have a woman.

There's nothing wrong with that, of course. Quite the opposite. Sly takes a feminist mindset to his career, and believes master thievery, like any profession, should celebrate and welcome any female applicants. Why, even the cowardly monsters who murdered his parents had a respected woman high in their ranks. Hooray for equality.

But that's the thing. Sly's mother was unable to give him any quiet but illuminating talks, and the orphanage wasn't exactly the best place to learn social dynamics. Absolutely none of this should be Penelope's concern, of course. Sly is just a little worried he'll do something wrong.

It'd be a good start if he could get his damn hormones under control.

Sly's always had a naturally high drive for... stimulation. And that's fine! If you get laid enough. But lately, Sly's been the wrong kind of "busy". As in, actually busy.

Jetting from place to place, fixing problems, meeting new people - and not in a nightclub way, in a professional, 'what can you bring to this organisation' kinda way. Carmelita remains as tragically distant as ever. Neyla's an unhappy memory. And all the pretty, pretty girls he catches glimpses of move along before he can so much as wink. After a few weeks, a high libido becomes an impediment. Put more bluntly, he really hopes he doesn't get caught looking straight at Penelope's ass.

She's not even his type! Not really. She's pretty cute, sure, and has her own charm. But Sly tends to crush on women who could conceivably lift him by the throat. There's nothing wrong with nerd girls, but he's drawn to strength.

Then Sly remembers how she put up a pretty good fistfight against him - no, very good - and quickly shuts that train of thought down before it goes anywhere dangerous.

The facts haven't changed. There's a woman in the Gang now. Sly has been horny for weeks. Those two facts are not going to connect. At all. He's going to make sure of th-

"Heya."

Whuh oh.

Sly turns from the window. Penelope is sticking her head into the attic, backlit by the lights below. Sly likes safehouses with attics. The others tend not to disturb him up here. Apparently, Penelope didn't get that memo.

Still, if that's the worst consequence of a new member, they'll be doing well. He pulls himself back to reality and gives her a polite smile. "Hi there."

"You, uh, sitting by yourself up here? In the dark?"

"Yes," he says, now a little defensive. He quickly adds some humour to keep things light. "I am nocturnal, after all."

"Me too." She smiles in at him. "D'you mind if I...?"

A little. "No, not at all."

Penelope climbs the last few steps, and surprisingly, shuts the hatch-door behind her. Sly's eyes quickly adjust to the dark again, and she joins him by the window. "Beautiful night..."

"Yeah." He turns back to the sky. "I was just admiring it."

There's a smirk in her voice he doesn't need night vision to catch. "Is that all you were admiring?"

"Uh, what?"

She pauses, but never clarifies. "Listen. I wanna make sure we get off on the right track, here. I'm, eh... I'm not used to being on a team, y'know? And you guys haven't really seen me in a great light so far..."

Sly hopes his ribbing sounds appropriately friendly. "There were quite a few threats of violence, yes. Some of which you acted on. By punching me in the face."

"Exactly! Exactly. I hope we can move on from that kinda stuff."

His instinct is more jokes, but she seems genuine. Absurd as the context is, her apology is real, and he's not about to mock that. "Hey, you're fine. The important thing is that we're all on the same side now. Sure, I could've done without the bruises, but on balance, I think I'm just impressed. I know we hired you as a techie, but you think you can start swinging those fists in the right direction?"

Penelope just gives him a smile.

He notices she's not wearing any bulky gloves. She's not acting as a mechanic, or a pilot. Her hands are bare. And for a moment, they both regard her long, pink fingers. Talented hands tipped in tiny claws.

"Sly." Her voice is quiet, but focused. "I think there's something I can help you with."

"Yeah...?"

She moves closer, almost pressing him against the window. The moment her hand touches his stomach, he can feel it through his shirt. She's strong. Stronger than her little frame implies. These hands work with metal all day and they're not as delicate as they look.

He feels that strength against him as she slips into the warmth of his crotch.

"Whoa!" Sly's ears shoot up in - not quite alarm, exactly, but definitely surprise. "What are you-?!"

"Ssh."

Another long finger, from her other hand, presses against his lips. All while Penelope gently, idly explores between his legs.

"You're tense. I can tell. In fact, I can even smell it." Still that quiet, focused tone. Soft steel, like her probing fingers. "And I can provide you with some release. Just a little peace offering. If you're interested..."

"I..."

Sly swallows, staring. But his body shares none of his mind's hesitation. It's only natural to react to stimulation, especially after so long without it. The feeling of her fingertips against his balls is so, so good, and his shaft is quickly hardening against her palm. She welcomes him, grasping his dick gently. And slowly beginning to jerk up and down...

He lets out a low breath, and with it, most of his hesitation. Not all of it, though. This is still so fast. "Are you sure... I mean, are we really gonna...?"

"Do you want me to?"

Brown, bespectacled eyes capture his own. Her hand stops, but doesn't leave his warm flesh.

"We can forget all about this, if you want. Pretend it didn't happen. But I can tell you need some help, Sly - you can't fool my nose."

She begins to move again, but just one finger. Just one fingertip, tracing up and down his shaft.

"I intend to keep quiet, either way," she added. "No hard feelings if you turn me down. No commitments if you don't. I'm just a friend offering to lend you a hand, that's all."

Oh, that's too good to pass by. Even under the surprising circumstances. "Just a hand, huh?"

"Just a hand..." She grins. "For now, at least."

The joke breaks the ice better than anything else could. "Alright," he says, acknowledging the arousal in his veins. He's kept his legs apart this entire time, after all. "I graciously accept your offer. Friend."

"Great! Then just sit back and relax..."

With smooth, confident motions, Penelope gets to work tugging off Sly's pants. He lets her do it. It's clear she wants to take charge. For a second he wonders if she plans to peel off any of her own clothes, but she's purely focused on him. Only her hands are bare, and that's all she needs.

Her right hand soon returns to his shaft, at a slow, easy rhythm. Her left cups his balls, fingertips exploring his wild, grey fur. "You're so soft down here...! You do anything in particular in terms of, uh, grooming?"

"Nnnot really..." Sly is torn between watching her work and closing his eyes to isolate the sensations. "I'm just lucky, I guess."

"Heh. You, and everyone who gets to touch 'em." Her fingers settle into steady motion, caressing his balls until her claws all meet, then repeating. "Thanks for this opportunity."

"No, thank you." He lolls his head back, choosing to close his eyes. Her fingers running through his fur, her palm rubbing his hardening dick.

"Yeah, that's it... You just relax, bud..."

They stay like that for a while - Sly keeping his toned legs spread, Penelope servicing him with both hands. Up and down on his shaft. A more circular motion on his balls. He lets out a quiet huff. "I'm... impressed you can do two different things at once. That's hard, right?"

"'Little," she says. "But not if I concentrate. And it's easy to concentrate on something as gorgeous as this."

Her praise makes his cock twitch slightly in her grip. He smiles, fangs on his lower lip. "Well, like I said, impressed. And grateful."

"Pleasure's all mine," she chuckles.

He hears shuffling - she must be adjusting her position. Something that becomes even clearer when the sensitive and very active nerves on his dick detect a new sensation. Sly reflexively opens his eyes, and sees how far Penelope has leaned in. That nose, long and elegant and pretty cute, is busily sniffing his musk.

She notices his gaze, and for a second her ears pin back. "Oh. Sorry. Is this weird?"

Sly smirks. "Weirder than getting a very thorough handjob for no reason? Nah. Knock yourself out."

"Good, good..." Penelope relaxes, back to enjoying the scent of his arousal. "And it wasn't for no reason. It's because we're getting to know each other. As friends."

"Rrrrright..."

It's her turn to close her eyes. "And my new friend," she huffs, "smelled very, very good..."

Seeing such lust on her face really spikes Sly's libido, too. Part of him wants to take a hold of her head and guide his needy cock into her mouth. But she's right - they're still feeling each other out, and he's not gonna make a move like that with an unfamiliar partner. Instead, he just gets a little closer, keeping his legs spread wide. Granting her full access to do whatever she wants.

That patience is rewarded. Taking in his scent is clearly getting to her, and her calm, dominant motions are starting to speed up. Sly lets out a low moan, partly because he has to, but partly to encourage this building escalation.

"That's it," he breathes. "Remember why you - came up here. I don't need to be teased all night, Penelope. I need to cum. I need you to make me cum."

"Mmh..." Penelope inhales deeply. Her mouth tantalisingly close to his dick, close enough to feel her breath, but not touching. "That is why I'm here, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I'm a good friend, aren't I?"

"Y-yeah...!"

"But," grins Penelope wickedly, "it's not like the others will believe you, right?"

"I - huh?"

She pulls her face back, and her hands, and suddenly Sly is half-naked and fully-erect but entirely untouched.

Penelope gives him a lazy smile. "I mean, what are you gonna say? 'Penelope started giving me a handjob out of nowhere, but then she stopped?' That's a very weird lie to tell about your new recruit. Assuming you tell them at all~."

Sly meets her gaze. He senses this is a test - she's getting to know him in more than one way. Maybe she's annoying him on purpose? He has a mental image of her wanting to be punished like the bad girl she is. Pounced on and stripped and a hard cock rammed inside her...

But appealing as that thought is - especially with his brain full of hormones and his dick begging for release - that feels like the wrong answer. And a big risk of ruining the mood, too. No, she came up here. She shoved her hand down his pants, without warning, and she took charge from the start. It's easy to guess what she wants.

He gives her a pout. An exaggerated joke, but only on the surface. "C'mon, Penelope, please...!"

"No, no. That's enough for one night." Her voice has the same tone. He knows this isn't over yet.

"God, is this what you're into? Denial? That's cruel, Penny..." He shifts his hips, just slightly, and delights in how she can't help but sneak a glance at his waiting erection. "What are you looking for, huh? Some kind of favour?"

"No, of course not..."

"Then what do I need to do?" His rich voice dips into mock horror. "Am I supposed to call you 'Mistress' or something...?"

She giggles. "I'm not that kind of girl!"

"Of course you aren't, Mistress." He uses that voice for all its worth. Low and smoky and pleading. "Whatever you say, Mistress..."

Penelope squirms a little. "Heh, that... does sound pretty nice, doesn't it...?"

She leans back in. Long, strong fingers ready.

"But fine. I'll be nice, and finish what I started."

One hand caresses Sly's stomach, then applies a subtle pressure, keeping him in place. And the other wraps elegantly around his shaft, resuming her earlier motions. Sly lets out a low breath, ears sagging in relief. "That's..."

"Ssh."

She locks eyes with him, and there's a glimmer behind her glasses. Knowing. Dominant.

"You just stay quiet, cutie. Sit back and let me take care of you."

He nods, and obeys. She has a point. He's close, now. All he has to do is let the sensations wash over him.

She knows exactly what to do. After literally feeling him out, she knows what his body wants. Her pace builds, inescapably quicker and quicker, and Sly can feel his blood burning. In his cheeks, in his muscles, and in his twitching, needy dick.

"That's it... That's great, you're doing great." She sounds genuinely proud. And her sensitive nose is close again, poised to breathe in the scent of his lust. "Are you gonna cum, Sly? Are you gonna release all that tension and cum for me?"

He can only muster another low groan.

"Please, Sly. Please show me your cum." She surprises him with a sudden kiss, right on his tip - he shivers and gasps. "I'm a good friend, aren't I?" Another. "A good friend, helping you out? So return the favour." Another, this one with a hint of tongue. "Let me see a nice, warm-"

"Fffffuck-!"

She's right. It feels like weeks of tension snapping all at once, as his cock twitches out of control in her soft but firm grasp. And, clamping his hands over his mouth to keep in a shout, Sly cums. Hard.

Penelope's eyes light up as the first, largest wave of raccoon cum slips out of him. She moves in an instant. Without releasing him - without slowing her incessant, pleasuring motions - she quickly leans down and wraps her lips around him. Sly watches her calmly catch his spilled seed in her mouth.

The new additions of her lips and tongue drag out his orgasm, softly coaxing out all the cum he can give. Sly just bites his lip and suppresses a whimper. Don't want to get too vulnerable on a first... encounter.

But one of the longest climaxes Sly can remember still fades, eventually. The intense pleasure of orgasm sinks into the warm tingling of afterglow. And Penelope slowly pulls away. He sees her take a final swallow, and she grins.

Sly can't help but stare. There are so many questions he has, now that this is ending. Why was she so brazen? Does she want him to return the favour? Is this ever going to happen again?

But before he can voice any of them, she's moving. First, she leans in, and pecks him on the cheek. A casual, platonic touch. Just friends.

"That was fun," she says, plainly.

And then she just leaves. She's fully dressed. She's not sweating or anything, and there's no trace of Sly's cum on her body or clothes. Not on the outside. Sly watches her tail swish above her petite hips, and then she's winking at him, and then she's just gone. He's alone in the attic, just as he was 15 minutes ago.

He sits on the windowsill. He looks out at the night sky. And he catches his breath.

Epilogue

Penelope hums to herself lightly as she inspects the inside of the safehouse's fridge. When she clicks the door closed, Sly is suddenly right there beside her. She manages to keep her reaction to a startled little blink. Fella moves real quiet.

He smiles at her knowingly. "Hey."

"Mornin'."

His voice is low. His smirk is secretive. "Bentley and Murray are off doing that thing, huh?"

"Yup."

"Should be gone all day, they said."

"Yeah, I heard that too."

He purrs out his next words, that smirk unstoppable. "Just you, and me... alone here... for hours."

"Yeah!" She smiles back brightly. "What's your point?"

She waits, and is rewarded. Slowly, that smirk wilts in the silence. Those gorgeous hazel eyes go from lustful to confused to mildly panicked. If she was feeling cruel, maybe she could convince him he dreamt the whole thing.

Instead, she has her fill, and laughs. "Relax! I'm just screwing with ya."

With their new, immediate familiarity, she calmly slips a hand down his pants.

"Eager for more already, huh?"

"Mmf..." He lets his eyes flutter a little as she fondles him. "Can you blame me?"

"Heh." Lightly caressing his balls, she pecks him on the cheek, then murmurs into his ear. "My room. Five minutes. Be naked."

The way his hardening cock twitches is all the reply she needs.