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Desert as far as the eye could see. A town built in the middle of nowhere, now bustling with people from all walks of life. Rolling tumbleweeds. Trains are the most efficient means of transportation. The burning midday sun overhead beating down anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in its wrath. Yep, this was Cotton Mouth Bluff, just as Sly remembered it.

Things were quiet. Since he'd helped rid the place of the illegitimate sheriff, Toothpick, the folks had been able to return to their previous lives, no longer afraid to be intimidated by either the armadillo or his goons. However, that meant a lot of the action that took place here would no longer happen anymore, leaving the only things left to do in town was either drink one's face off or gamble, neither of which he particularly cared for. There wasn't even much of a consistent way to leave and check out neighbouring settlements as trains were infrequent and carriages were far too slow for his futuristic proclivities. Man, there wasn't a whole lot going on in 1884.

But, he didn't come back to the Wild West for any of that. No, he visited the town for a very specific reason, one personal only to him... that he didn't really mention to the others. Eh, he figured it'd be no big deal.

"Well, fancy seeing you around these parts again!" 'Tennessee Kid' Cooper tipped his brown bowler hat in the direction of his descendant, sauntering up to the other raccoon.

"I thought I'd stop by, see how things were going," Sly embraced his ancestor in a hug.

Tennessee chuckled as he beckoned his kin to follow him through town. "Things are great now that this here town is back to its rightful, lawless state, though a number of them folks took a shine to the idea of a sheriff. Not exactly my idea of a good time, but I ain't upset with a challenge," he smirked. "I just hope whoever they want ain't so crooked like the last guy was."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that. Toothpick's a hard target to beat in that regard."

"You got that right!" Tennessee's laugh boomed a little louder than anticipated, securing him a few curious stares directed towards him. "That crazy jerk made me think my sentence was gonna end in a dirt nap."

A bit dark, Sly thought, but knowing what he knew of the situation, that wasn't too far off. "He was far rowdier than I initially expected, but he won't have the chance to do anything like that at this point. They don't allow inmates access to weapons."

"Boy howdy, am I relieved to hear that! Them's the breaks when ya think you can just waltz on in here and terrorize my town."

It was only then that Sly happened to notice the last of the wooden buildings being passed by, making him realize they hadn't stopped to enter any of them. His gaze whipped back around to the other thief, inquisitive. "Say, where are we going anyway?"

Tennessee could only smile when he heard the question. "I got something special to show ya, so just hold yer horses for a second."

Sly's eyes lit up at the mysterious response. "Okay, you now have my full attention."

"Heh," Tennessee beamed, though facing forward meant his expression was unable to be seen by the other raccoon, "that's how I know yer a Cooper. There ain't no way we'd pass up something without knowing what it is first."

A little hustle got Sly walking beside his ancestor, noting the neutral look on his kin's face. "Aw, can't you just give me a little hint?"

"Learn some patience, boy!" Tennessee remained vigilant in keeping his impartial visage, though couldn't help a wry smile from worming onto his face. "The best things in life come to those who wait, or so I'm told. Don't need ya jumping around like a jackrabbit trying to get me to spill the surprise."

"Ah, I'm just giving you a hard time," Sly gripped the outlaw's shoulder, a grin of his own curling the corners of his mouth. He noted how the path seemed to now take them up an incline; it had him wondering where they were actually headed.

After what felt like a whole ten minutes had passed they'd finally reached their destination, with Tennessee's smile stretching from one brown-furred ear to the other. "Well, we're here. What do ya think?"

Sly ended up a few paces behind the other raccoon again, much to his surprise, though chalking it up to not walking around as much as his descendant did - the van made traversal by foot pretty inefficient by comparison. That said, the distance was easily made up, letting him trudge up the incline to the plateau his ancestor stood upon. It was there that he eventually discovered the reason - a view of the valley adjacent to the town, unspoiled by the advancement of civilization. Being able to see something like that was rare in his time and it stunned the words out of him. "Huh."

"I know yer from the future and got all sorts of weird and wacky sights to look at - which means this ain't exactly gonna be all that amazing to ya - but coming out this way makes me happier than a pig in slop." The lack of reaction from his descendant had Tennessee a little uneasy about whether or not bringing the other raccoon to the top of the cliff was a good idea, but in the end he felt it right. "Heard folks around town say something about these here plains being settled some time in the next ten years or so as more and more people keep coming in, so I like looking out at it while I still can."

"Oh," Sly shook his head, breaking out of his daze, "no, this is great. I mean, yeah, we got a lot of cool things in my time, but... this is genuinely nice."

Tennessee smiled. "Glad ya think so." Having his fears assuaged, he took a seat at the edge of the plateau, legs dangling along the cliff face. He gazed up at the other thief. "Why don't ya take a load off and relax a bit?"

It'd been a hot second since Sly had the opportunity to simply unwind, and he wasn't about to say no to the chance. "I can't see a reason not to." The atmosphere around him and his ancestor grew increasingly pleasant - from the cool breeze whipping past the two of them, to the warm glow of the setting sun casting orange light onto everything in its path. Nights like that one seldom happened.

The pair of thieves shared a quiet moment alone as they gazed out at the plains. Shadows formerly short began to grow longer as the day came to a close, though the sun still had some time before fully disappearing. Nothing could disturb the silence at that point.

And yet, Tennessee wanted to. His fingers fidgeted as he sat there, his nerves getting the better of him as his anxiety grew. The time spent together with his ancestor had exclusively been productive up to that point, barely getting the chance to breathe like they did now. His feelings welled up inside him as he sat next to the other procyon. He wanted to say something earlier, though felt it wasn't the right time to do so as things needed to be done, but now all that was in the past. There wouldn't be any better time.

Clearing his throat, he built up the courage to speak, his hands trembling as he did. "Hey Sly?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you, uh," Tennessee's voice warbled, taking a second to correct that, "would you be interested in trying something out?"

The unsure tone in the other raccoon's voice got Sly to arch a brow, but he grew curious as to what his ancestor had in mind. "What are you thinking of?"

"Well, I, um," try as he might, Tennessee just couldn't make the words leave his mouth the way he wanted to. He struggled with getting them out before he decided it'd be best to attempt a different tactic. "Why don't I just show ya, huh?" He nervously chuckled.

Before Sly had a chance to say anything back he felt what he recognized as a quick peck on his cheek, catching him off-guard and shooting his eyes wide open. He couldn't quite think of what to make of it as his hand touched the spot where it happened. "What was that for?" He turned to look at the other thief.

A deep, rosy blush spread across the middle of Tennessee's face, the goofiest grin he'd ever uncontrollably made covered up by a gloved hand. "Well, I figured I oughta pay ya back for helping me out. I ain't got no chance of busting outta jail on my own!" He gulped. "Plus, uh, I kinda wanted to do that since I last saw ya. Something about being around another Cooper gets me all... jittery, but in a good way!"

The admission touched Sly and had him feeling things only Carmelita managed to accomplish before, though he couldn't help but notice the concerned visage of his ancestor. "You look nervous."

"Heh," Tennessee rubbed the back of his neck, "I, um, got no clue if I crossed any boundaries or something. I'm... worried I made things a tad awkward between us."

"Hey," Sly gently grabbed the other procyon's hand with his own, "it's okay," he reassured the antsy thief. "I just didn't think us Coopers were close like that."

Tennessee fidgeted in his spot. "Well, it ain't like it's ever been a thing before, it just also ain't every day you meet a descendant of yours, especially one as good-looking as you are. Shoot, our genetics is blessed!"

"Heh, you're pretty handsome yourself!" Sly regarded the attractive visage of his ancestor warmly. "You got that rugged charm about you, what can I say?"

"Aw shucks, son." Hearing that got Tennessee's blush to bolden. It also spurred his emotions to strengthen, encouraging him to keep the momentum going. "So, uh, you sure yer okay with all this then?"

It took Sly half a second to mull over the inquiry. "Yeah, I don't actually have much of an issue with this at all."

The confirmation that he hadn't stepped on anyone's toes had Tennessee celebrating. "Alright! So does that mean you wanna, erm... go a little farther?"

"Meaning I get involved?" A wry smile contorted the corner of Sly's mouth.

"Ideally, yeah," Tennessee's nostrils flared in anticipation, already knowing what the answer would be but still feeling apprehensive nonetheless.

Sly could see the agitated state of his ancestor, though understood the feeling well. "I'd love to."

"Yeehaw!" Tennessee hollered, soon after giggling like a schoolgirl that his confession hadn't been thrown back in his face. "So, uh, you just lemme know when you wanna--" The end of his sentence got cut off when he felt a hand lift his chin and guide it to the other raccoon's mouth, now being the one caught by surprise. Sparks of electricity shot through his body, his nervous system running on overdrive as the sensation of a genuine kiss shared between the two procyons delighted him to his core. He'd been waiting for that moment for far too long.

Sly, too, was suddenly overcome by a flurry of emotion that battered his normally calm demeanour. Feelings he hadn't considered other men capable of inciting - especially not ones related to him - swirled around and drove him to continue the embrace. It felt far better than he ever thought it would.

Unbeknownst to anyone caught up in the throes of time travel, Sly being in the past for so long was actually incredibly detrimental to the natural passage of time. The result of his extended temporal vacation in the dustbowl of a settlement incited changes to occur in the future, though nothing seemingly major. Anything that did find itself altering in some way did so gradually, and it wasn't because of not returning to the present in a timely manner.

Prolonged exposure to any member of his lineage had immediate effects on the reality he'd come to think was normal. What those effects happened to be were inherently unpredictable given just how many unique ancestors he had, but any protracted contact affected him in ways imperceivable to his own eyes. Hell, even an outside observer wouldn't be able to tell anything was different about the ringtail as they, too, would have no clue something was even happening.

The changes in this regard weren't as subtle as they could've been with another ancestor as Tennessee wasn't a particularly subtle person at the best of times. Alterations here were physical given his natural affinity for using his body, though not in a way he'd been known for.

Faint at first, the initial signs of something happening appeared across both their frames, their bodies twitching without either noticing as much. That wasn't for nought as the result was something that did show up.

Slowly, but surely, the abrupt spasming brought upon a change in a way they'd never seen about themselves before by gradually increasing the muscle mass present on their frames. While some members of the clan were pretty big in size - even among other people of their time known for their stature - the overwhelming majority of their lineage were lithe raccoons that required such a body type in order to perform the heists their family was known for. Those two were no exception, but the shifting sands of space-time would ensure otherwise.

The instability of reality came to light as sinuous bulk started showing through the fabric of their respective attires, though Sly's lower half had no such barrier thanks to his practice of forgoing any sort of pants. Truthfully they still didn't look all that out of place even with the additional musculature appearing on their frames as there were plenty of brawny men present in the Wild West, but compared to what they looked like before, even looking athletic was a massive difference.

Neither of them noticed anything different about themselves as the kiss lingered, their attraction for one another fueled by the feeling of growth that they both were oblivious to. In their eyes they always had some heft about them, giving them a hand in hauling the rest of their bodies up onto precipices through upper arm strength alone.

Definition filled out their clothing as their hands roamed around the other raccoon's body, enjoying what their respective relatives had to offer. Fingers trailed around the swelling of musculature that only started existing, only for neither of them to realize as such. The pair of them always had some bulk about them.

The embrace naturally ended, leaving the two thieves staring in each other's eyes, sharing the moment brought on by their feelings for one another. Tennessee couldn't believe that his fantasy was finally coming true. "Hoowee, son, you got quite the pair of lips on ya! Feels like you've been practicing some."

"Ah, no more than the average guy," Sly said modestly. A roll of his shoulders relieved a sudden tightness he felt with his top. "It helps I've got someone I'm interested in making out with."

That got Tennessee to blush. "Aw, shucks." Driven by rising captivation with his descendant, he felt ready to go further with their lovemaking. "Ya know, yer more than welcome to get a better feel, if ya want."

"That's an invitation I'm not turning down." With his actions compelled by attraction for the procyon in front of him, Sly threw down his gloves and let his hands wander along the other man's trunk, reaching beneath that belt and pulling the outlaw's shirt free. That gave him access to his ancestor's taut core, the tips of his fingers tracing along every abdominal, amazed at how impeccably similar they were to his own.

Tennessee could only grin at the slow nature of the other thief's fondling. "You being shy on me, boy? That ain't the Cooper way!" Feeling it best to show his descendant what he was after, he grabbed the other man's hands and guided them up his torso, letting them find purchase on his burgeoning pectorals. "That oughta be more exciting for ya."

Having his focus redirected so abruptly elicited an involuntary laugh from Sly. "Jeez, these feel as firm as mine do! Makes me wonder if everyone else who came after you felt themselves up as well." Indeed, every Cooper in the lineage between the pair of them shared the same body type, all taking after the outlaw. Self-exploration was a common activity.

"Shoot, I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't when they look like we do. Gives me something to do in my downtime between heists, that's for sure."

As much as Sly wanted to further continue with manhandling his ancestor, the other raccoon's button-down shirt proved to be enough of a hurdle in the process. That got him frantically undoing every button, trying to unfasten the top as quickly as he could in order to get back to fun. The other thief only smiled when witnessing the act.

"Ya got enthusiasm, I like that in a guy," Tennessee rested back on his hands for support after tossing his own gloves aside, his arms steadily bulking up in his sleeves. The fabric now touched his limbs at every angle.

Eventually the last button was unclasped, letting Sly remove the other procyon's shirt and unveiling the outlaw's beef for the first time. It struck him how akin the pair of them were given the hundreds of years between their respective time periods, just going to show that their family's genetics gifted them more than just their acrobatic abilities. "You should go shirtless more often. You've got the body for it."

"Sly, you charmer," Tennessee gladly accepted the compliment. "It ain't a thing I can do a lot on account of the dust storms kicked up every so often. Course shirts are a little hard to come by in my size these days, so I plan on wearing what I got until I can't no more. Then I got no choice!"

"And we'll all be better for it!" Even though the other thief's chest swelled up in front of his eyes, Sly didn't even register the event as being out of the ordinary. Those pecs matched his own, now commanding the front of his torso and pushing out of the top he wore, making it ride up his trunk as it struggled to contain his beef.

His hands roamed up the other man's body until he reached those traps. He adored the way they jutted partway up the neck like his did. "You want me to take your ascot off as well?"

"Yeah, take it all off," Tennessee stated, placing his bowler hat by his discarded shirt. "I want you to see 'Tennessee Kid' Cooper in all his natural glory."

"Oh, you know I want to!" His fingers acting of their own accord, Sly unceremoniously tossed the garment in the growing pile of clothing, his eyes transfixed on his ancestor's bloated beef that showed no signs of slowing down. The outlaw was handsome as all get-out, leaving him utterly enamored with a man that _finally_looked like he did. It made him want to see more.

Tennessee was no stranger to passing looks shot his way, but this kind of heavy petting didn't happen as often as he wanted it to. That said, he wasn't about to lose himself in the sensation just yet, and noticed how one of his descendant's hands stayed on his chest while the other wandered below the belt. "You seem a might eager to get at my shooting iron. Can't say I blame ya," he smirked. "Go on, son. I know you'll like what ya find."

Indeed Sly did. His hands now moving as one unit, he hastily undid the other procyon's belt and set it next to the rest of the outlaw's getup, it being the last article of clothing removed after those cowboy boots were kicked off. That left his ancestor completely in the nude, though his eyes grew drawn to the throbbing crotch rocket now staring him in the face, causing a lascivious grin to spread across his face. "Goddamn, you're gifted!"

"I appreciate yer words kindly, but you ain't so small yerself." Illustrating his point, Tennessee pointed back at the bodybuilder-sized thief from the future, directing attention to the shaft coming to life. "That there's how I can tell yer the fruit of my loins!"

"That's certainly one way to say that," Sly laughed. It was true, though. The two of them looked nearly identical if it wasn't for the difference in fur colour, with him clearly benefiting from the genes passed down from his ancestor. It made trying to conceal his own beef for heists in his time a difficult venture.

"Now how about I go and return the favour, hmm?" Tennessee gleefully wrapped his fingers around the bottom of the other thief's shirt - now looking more like a chest cozy practically painted onto the raccoon's frame - and gave the fabric a firm tug, only to get stuck when it felt like there wasn't much give left. "Ah... now this might be a problem."

The sensation of the strained material of his shirt had Sly huff in annoyance; how did he even fit into it this morning when it barely does now? He obviously pushed his luck a bit too far and would now pay for it. "I don't think it's coming by conventional means."

"So yer saying--"

"Do it," Sly grunted, frustrated that he lost his favourite top to an oversight like that. He should've known his size was far too much for the tiny shirt to handle - what was he thinking?! Regardless, the snug nature of the garment meant it had to come off at some point, and if it wasn't because of the outlaw intervening, it'd be because an errant move obliterated it without him trying.

Not giving it a second thought Tennessee yanked downward, tearing the front off like it was made from tissue paper. The rest came off just as easy, with his descendant providing some support by flexing out of those sleeves, split-peak biceps busting through the fabric with ease. Just the sight of that alone got him harder than rock. "Shoot, it's like you was wanting to do that the whole time."

Sly blushed profusely. "I'm not gonna lie, I really enjoyed doing that. I'm honestly kinda surprised I didn't think about doing that sooner with how tight it was."

That got Tennessee to flick his gaze back to the pile of his own clothing. "Makes me wonder how we was able to get me outta my stuff. Maybe the buttons helped more than I thought."

"Probably the best explanation, but I do know you're not getting back into that shirt any time soon!" Sly laughed.

"You got that right, son." With a build-up of energy welling up inside him, Tennessee hoisted an arm in the air, proudly displaying his flexing bicep to his descendant. "Ain't no way a puny little thing like that can contain an arm this thick!"

The last articles of clothing left on Sly were his trademark hat and boots, which he handled just about inelegantly as everything else the two of them wore, casually tossing them aside without looking. That left the pair of hunks completely naked with dongs that traveled halfway up their shredded cores, both with a look of need punctuating the gazes they gave one another. Not a word needed to be said to drive their next actions, mashing their sweaty bodies together as they embraced each other's lips once more. The urge to make love to the other raccoon skyrocketed dramatically.

Tennessee didn't think he'd get as lucky as he did, figuring that the modern thief would've just left after helping him out. It had him silently wishing that wasn't the case with how much he stole peeks of the other man's muscled glutes when following behind him on all the precarious wires in the area. It wasn't his fault they were practically in his face!

He found himself on his back as his descendant fell on top of him, allowing him the opportunity to feel up the cheeks he'd fantasized about the whole time. Each one couldn't be held by only a single hand, or even two for that matter - just the way he liked it. It was emblematic of their lineage that the men were as big as they were, and the fact that he got to feel it for himself got him to leak preseed along both of their trunks. Not once did he think his wildest dreams would ever come true.

Sly wasn't blind to the fondling of his dimpled ass and actively pushed back into the other thief's hands, enjoying the way it felt to be caressed like that. Being the size that they were allowed the both of them to easily dispatch the bulls under Toothpick's command, made even more effortless that they actually stood taller than the henchmen. Not many people in the town could say that!

It did make it a bit hard to fit back into Murray's van, but his awe-inspiring size was more than accounted for given how often he and his crew drove around. The suspension on the vehicle was incredible, but it had to be to hold a raccoon bigger and taller than the hippo was.

Neither of them could get enough of the other, both moaning into one another's mouths as they felt up their respective relative's tremendous bulk. They both adored the width their lineage afforded them, those winglike-lats flaring wider than even the people in Sly's time who spent their entire lives trying to accomplish that in gyms. To make it look so effortless was just what his family was known for.

Being around the other procyon had Tennessee giddier than he'd ever been in his life, his mouth uncontrollably curling into the happiest smile possible. "You _know_I was itching for some alone time with you since I first laid eyes on ya! I really appreciate a man as robust as I am, and that's mighty hard to come by around these parts."

"I bet," Sly scoffed. "It's really something when the only ones like this are two people who don't even use the size they were gifted."

"Yeah, anyone else would've jumped ship to a different job ages ago, but I like what we do and I ain't changing it for the world," Tennessee chuckled. "We're damn good at it!"

"Hell yeah, we are!" Sly, gripped the other man's meaty shoulder. "Why would we want to do anything else when thieving is literally in our blood?"

The sensation of the other raccoon's throbbing prick grinding up his torso towards his pecs got Tennessee's own pole drooling with translucent pre, the feeling of it sandwiched between two procyonic hulks getting him harder than he'd ever been in his life. It got him wondering if his descendant felt the same way. "Hey boy, what do ya think of this?" Without any indication of his intentions, he arched his hilly back in order to press his trunk against the other thief's, smooshing his descendant's cock along with his own.

The feeling of his mighty pillar being squished like that had Sly groaning involuntarily. Never before had another man been able to affect him in quite this manner, and it had him relieved that he found someone who could. "Oh man, I love this!" Lust driving him, he wedged his hand between the pair of hardbodies and grabbed at the other man's dick, feeling the veiny flesh pulse in his grip as his fingers grew coated in slimy pre.

That got Tennessee moaning in return, his back uncontrollably bending and giving room for the pair of raccoonhoods to breathe. While it would always be impressive for someone's arm to be thicker than another person's leg, it was even moreso when their cock was naturally that large. Both he and his descendant sported rods that far outclassed even the most hung of men that they'd encountered, but that was expected of titans who'd grown heavier than half a ton in only a few years of adulthood. The Coopers were a different breed than those around them, and they didn't have to say anything about it; their bodies did all the talking for them.

His arousal was beginning to reach a fever pitch the longer he reveled in the other thief's heft, longing to do more with the gray-furred titan than merely frot. "Sly," he wheezed through panting breaths, "I, uh, kinda wanna do more with ya. If that's okay with you, I mean!"

Sly's own breathing grew laboured, his chest rhythmically heaving. "Ten, I can't do it with anyone else in my time. I don't just want to fuck, I _need_to!" He'd never been the kind to act so sexually deprived, but his craving for intimacy with another person of his magnitude had him practically begging to be affectionate with his ancestor. He had too many itches that required scratching, and not even the largest of toys that Bentley could produce made any dent in his desires. His powerful anal muscles made short work of anything he shoved up his chute.

"You know, Sly," Tennessee felt a swirling mix of emotions surging through his inconceivable form, "I'm glad we got to be each other's firsts. Ain't no one else I'd wanna have the privilege of doing this with than you!"

Hearing that only got Sly to chuckle before pushing his head forward as much as he could, his prodigious chest mashing against his ancestor's. He'd never been hornier in his life than he had at that moment, and it had him pressing his mouth against the other raccoon's with far more force than before, only to have it matched by the other thief. They both snorted into the kiss as their passion grew as much as the rest of them did.

Tennessee used the opportunity to grope the other behemothian raccoon's ample rear, kneading the firm flesh with both hands, opening and closing those globular cheeks and eliciting a moan of approval from his ancestor. In that time he managed to slip his shaft free, leaking like a broken faucet and long enough to nestle just under the bottom of his pecs. It only made sense that a giant of his calibre had an obelisk as impressive as the rest of him.

The aching need to bury his monolithic prick in his relative's awaiting tailhole had him navigating the scene without needing to look, guiding the tip of his cock up the other procyon's anal cleft before contacting the winking pucker in the midst of it. That got his excited lover to shiver in anticipation of what was to come, an act that made his heart beat faster in response.

Carefully, he moved the head of his dick closer, glazing the delicate ring of muscle with his pre as he ensured that no spot remained uncovered; neither of them wanted this to be painful in any regard. That allowed him to slowly ease his way in, listening for any indications of pain from the other raccoon the whole time, and gently stretching the other man's asshole wider than the silicone dicks ever could. His over-productive balls ensured a steady stream of precum was available, lubricating the other thief's inner walls enough to provide a relatively frictionless environment, though his descendant was still a bit tighter than he expected. He'd need to take things slow.

Sly groaned into the kiss as he felt himself be split wide open, an act that made him feel a lot smaller than the ton of handsome raccoon bulk he was. Taller than the city buses he sometimes took when not in disguise and almost nearly as wide, he felt a spark of something ignite his soul, something he'd not felt before in all his years. He'd been waiting for this moment and he didn't even realize it.

Having so much of the other man's endowment shoved inside his anal cavity had him reeling. The sensation of his chute both strained and taut around his invader left him beside himself in growing arousal, uncontrollably clenching onto his ancestor's cock and wringing it for dear life. He growled in the need for being fucked and pressed back against the other raccoon's shaft as best he could, hoping it was enough to help with the process.

That did the trick as Tennessee soon found himself balls deep in his descendant right after receiving aid. His entire schlong being swallowed by the other thief's hungry hole had his breathing quicken, almost staccato-like as he attempted to maintain composure. Even this was enough to make him blow the biggest load in his life, but that wasn't the fun he hoped to have. It wasn't every day he met up with a man heavier than a loaded carriage.

Getting used to the sensation, he slowly pulled his leviathan hog out as much as he could, savouring the feeling of his spire being squeezed all along the way. He pushed back in with a pump of his hips, this time faster, and buried his rod deep into the other raccoon's guts. That felt way better than he imagined it to be.

Sly, himself, was having troubles holding on as the other procyon started pounding his overmuscled rear entrance. His ancestor hit every part of his innards at once, especially pounding his prostate flush with the rest of his canal. He'd often wondered what he could realistically take back there, but a member the size of his leg hadn't crossed his mind even though the idea was hot as hell. The fact that the only one with a cock that huge was the other thief made it all the better.

A rhythm was eventually building up in his ass, the other man sufficiently lubing his asshole enough to let that girthy log of raccoon fuckmeat glide in and out of him without difficulty. He moaned aloud from the overwhelming sensation of being stuffed full like that, making his impossibly gigantic frame tremble in bliss. Nearly two full tons of modern thief was being railed by the same amount of outlaw, both blowing the jail they were supposed to be held in out of the water entirely. It made it all the more bothersome that they even got caught at all, but they both knew bullets still affected them no matter how much bulk they possessed.

More and more Tennessee railed his descendant, his heart fluttering from the devastatingly attractive stature that the other procyonic colossi sported. He'd longed for a chance like this for as long as he could remember. His pace quickened the more he fucked his relative, his rod actually proportionally thicker than it was when they started - a testament to not only him and his incomparable size, but also the fortitude displayed by the other raccoon in taking such a monstrous endowment. He was smitten.

His burgeoning raccoonhood did have an effect on his ability to last much longer, however, as the tightness constricting his turgid shaft inundated the pleasure centre of his brain with every passing second. So much ecstasy pummeled his body as the overly sensitive nerves in his crotch rocket fried his system with electrical pulses of bliss stemming from the way his pillar was worked over. It had him gasping, knowing that release was near. Only a few more bucks of his hips were all that he could muster before his floodgates burst wide open.

Sly immediately felt the results of his first time taking someone up his chute, not even needing to hear his ancestor cry out as white, hot spunk bulged out the other man's cumpipe and painted his inner walls. It was everything he'd ever wanted - no, needed - in his life, finally delivered in by someone he'd never expected. How he wasn't clambering over the outlaw upon first meeting him, he'd never know.

Cum tanks that dwarfed the miniscule shacks the other townsfolk lived in deluged his guts with creamy raccoonbatter that pumped into him one sticky rope at a time. Each spasm of the other man's dick shot entire bathtubs' worth of jizz directly into his tailhole. It was something he was intimately familiar with as his own testosterone factories produced enough fertile spunk to leave the streets of the city he lived in almost a foot deep in his cum. Such was the life of a raccoon goliath.

Tennessee was left panting up a storm after having his first, real intimate moment with another person, one that exhausted his impossibly huge bulk. Despite that, he felt great, his tongue lolling out of a mouth that spread across his face from one ear to the next. He felt fulfilled.

Sly, too, felt the warmth of sex overtake him, though for different reasons as his cavity had been filled with the other man's ballbatter. He still hadn't gotten off yet, but wasn't worried about the fact. Having the other raccoon around made him hornier than he'd been in his life. If he didn't get off now, there was more they could do to make it happen.

Carefully he stood up, the sensation of the other thief's cock falling out of his abused tailhole, leaving him gasping at the sudden emptiness. His ancestor's flagging shaft certainly helped in the process, though taking an endowment close to the size of his trunk meant there was still a fuckton of cockflesh still buried inside him. It took actually removing that tremendous crotch rocket by hand to finally free it, but a large part of him almost didn't want that.

The heaving pile of outlaw raccoon tonnage that was Tennessee also wished the experience could've continued. He lay there nearly motionless save for his chest rising high into the air every time he inhaled, overlooking the valley below him. The whole area didn't seem quite so grand in scope as it did once upon a time, but that feeling came when he was much younger, well before the growth spurt he'd come to be famous for now.

At some point he found the energy to right himself, pushing his bulk off the ground, though needing a little help from his descendant to do so. Seeing the other thief tower over the landscape around them got pride to swell throughout his body.

"So how was that for you?" Sly wryly smirked, watching the other raccoon behemoth revel in the afterglow.

Tennessee could only chuckle. "Hoowee, son, yer a goddamn natural! That ass of yours is stronger than a boa constrictor, I tell you what."

"I don't think I can take all the credit for that. Clearly I got it from someone in the family tree," Sly shot his ancestor a knowing look as there wasn't anyone before the outlaw to have gained this kind of monstrous size. "You feel like having a go with mine next?" He asked, stroking the monolithic spire jutting from his pelvis, now as wide as his torso and ending right in front of his face.

Seeing his descendant's veiny obelisk had Tennessee's lower half shivering in anticipation of being drilled into by a pole practically as big as he was, but the rational part of his brain knew the logistics seemed a bit unlikely. "Ya know, as much as I'd absolutely love to take a ride on a hog as big as this, I ain't got a clue if it'd fit in me."

As soon as that declaration was uttered all evidence of any sex taking place instantaneously vanished, their memories of the event no longer remaining as such, instead becoming vivid daydreams that the pair of horny raccoons thought up. Those thoughts were incredibly realistic in everything except their size, as it required their schlongs to be far smaller than what they naturally were. But it was everything they wanted from one another and wished the deed was actually possible; to feel that kind of intimacy would be the pinnacle of Cooper achievement.

"Hmm, yeah, that's true," Sly mused. "This thing's larger than you are. It might make things kinda difficult."

"I appreciate ya thinking of me, though!" Tennessee stumbled to his feet, not used to his top-heavy stature for some odd reason. He sauntered over the other raccoon, his fattened genitals not slowing him down in spite of them basically swallowing the room that his over-engorged quads hadn't yet. "That there's a shaft to be proud of."

Sly couldn't deny how great having his massive cock felt, holding it in his arms like he would a lover, only he couldn't completely wrap his limbs around thanks to its unimaginable girth. Just thinking about it spiked his libido. It then had him realizing that his everyday experience wasn't universal among all the members of his lineage and that the overwhelming majority of his ancestors never enjoyed such ordinary things as a body that could wrestle with mountains, a dick the size of a skyscraper, and cum tanks that could refill the Grand Canyon. The Thievius Raccoonus entries before the outlaw's felt like accounts found in a school textbook because of it. "Still can't believe the people in our family used to be so small. I honestly can't imagine what that's like."

"Hey, I used to be quite the beanpole when I was a young'un, just like my folks and everyone who came before me. Adulthood sure straightened me out proper, I tell you what!"

Sly smiled. "For the better."

Tennessee was inclined to agree with the other thief as there wasn't any way that he'd want to give up all the incredible bulk that nature gifted him. It then got him thinking that seeing his descendant hovering around the same size as him felt rather... strange in a way, like every generation should've outdone the last. "Hey Sly, ya know how we got all the best parts of the people that came before us? I kinda thought you'd be bigger than ya are, at the very least putting me to shame."

Hearing that made Sly's eyes almost bulge out of their sockets - he'd forgotten about the ability that he'd been working so diligently on, one that he'd pass down to future members of his clan like all those before him. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure can!"

Sly's leviathan schlong actually posed a bit of an issue when it came to actually conversing with someone as it was so gigantic that it blocked the view in front of him, requiring him to push it out of the way in order to talk. "I am actually bigger than this, way bigger. I've been having Bentley help me figure out a way to naturally shrink myself down," he said. "I'm not quite there yet, but, as you can see, I'm roughly the same size as you, which is _phenomenal_progress!"

That struck Tennessee as weird given how little of a problem he regarded his size. "Now why would you wanna go and do something dumb like that? Being big's a Cooper family tradition I started. You trying to tell me yer ashamed of that or something?"

"Quite the opposite! I'm both grateful I inherited this gift as well as the fact that I got the chance to show it off to the man who started it all in the first place," Sly pursed his lips, his memories of his routine heists coming back to him. "It's just that sacking boats and trains carrying stolen goods isn't always effective - or interesting, let's be real - so I really wanted to get back to my--" He stopped himself. "Well, our roots, and hit up the buildings those pieces are destined to go to."

Now it all made sense to Tennessee. "Ah, that's pretty damn smart. Yer putting that futuristic thinking to good use!"

"I still plan on keeping a lot of size when I'm at a 'normal' height, for the record. There's no way us Coopers could ever fit in with the general public anymore."

"Not that we should! Fellas as handsome as us deserve all the attention we can get."

If Sly wasn't the hypermuscled Adonis that he was, he'd be rubbing his chin in thought as he stared at the other raccoon with a raised eyebrow. "You know, if I can figure out how to do it I'd be more than willing to show you if you're interested."

"Why would I wanna be small? I ain't got no use for that." As much as he'd just praised his descendant for the idea, Tennessee wasn't so keen himself. Heists in his time were a breeze at the size he was.

Sly grinned, expecting the response. "Well, even getting a little bit tinier than we are now might make sex a possibility. I feel like that oughta be something you're interested in."

"Oh, now ya got my undivided attention!" Sure enough, Tennessee's pillar sprung to life at the thought. "I've been fixing to fuck for ages now."

"Yeah, I thought you would be." Seeing his ancestor try to grapple with a cock that eclipsed the outlaw himself got Sly to laugh. "For now, why don't I show you what I really look like, hmm?" Without any warning his growth began, not even breaking a sweat as every measurement across his body abruptly jumped by hundreds of metres at a time.

True to his word, he quickly surpassed the outlaw in every metric imaginable, his ancestor now only coming up to a pair of pecs that could crush even the largest of industrial vehicles from his time. They could smother entire city blocks, something that he just about discovered after a stumble caused by some other criminal getting the better of him sent him careening into the city, barely able to catch himself before he did any serious damage. With a single pectoral weighing more than a freighter did, that would've been all but inevitable.

So much unbridled strength lay in his grotesquely muscled arms that it more than doubled in circumference when he flexed them, often happening in his downtime when he wanted to relieve some tension built up from a heist. The mere sight of biceps that loomed over what were meant to be some of the tallest buildings in the modern era turned him on more than he realized they would. That was something he'd inherited from his forefathers, though he'd probably figure that out for himself on his own at some point.

Calling his back mountainous would be an insult given that real mountain ranges neither looked as good as his engorged beef did or showed off as much mass. The difference in height between the peaks of muscles and the valleys between them was astronomical, easily allowing whole swaths of people to get lost amidst all his sumptuous bulk. His titanic traps naturally had no other choice but to rise above his head as there wasn't any other place for all it to exist, and his lats were so broad and flat that whole settlements could be established on either one with room left over.

If legs that put redwoods to shame were impressive, then ones in a league of their own were indescribable. So much muscle mass had become packed onto each of his thighs that a simple flex of both consumed more space than what was available in the whole of Cotton Mouth Bluff. Not to mention his ample ass cheeks far and away dominated the view of anyone who happened upon him from behind, instantly drawing their attention to glutes that everyone deemed to be perfect. Well, he did, at least.

And then there was the largest part of his body - his incomparable junk that smothered whatever was unfortunate enough to be caught in front of it. While a part of him wished that it could've stayed somewhat proportional to the rest of his body - which still would've let it be humongous in its own right - the rest of him wanted it to be as inconceivably huge as it could get. His genes made him the largest of all his clan thus far, and it excited him to wonder how much smaller he'd be compared to his own descendants.

Throughout all this Tennessee could only watch in disbelief as the gray-furred colossi handily outgrew him, displaying the might that the Cooper family was capable of generations down the line. It had him swoon just knowing the modern thief benefited so greatly. "Shoot, I wish ya showed me this from the start!"

The difference in size between him and his ancestor had Sly snickering, needing to duck down a bit once he finished regaining his normal size in order to hear the other man better. "Eh, I didn't wanna scare you off right away."

"You kidding? There ain't nothing I wanna do more than feel all that for myself." Excitation guiding his actions, Tennessee waddled over to the other procyon, hands roaming around a rod that put his entire body to shame. Hell, even one of those roiling balls shoved behind the other man effortlessly outweighed him! He wished he knew what it all felt like for himself.

Observing the outlaw grinding away against his gargantuan length gave Sly a great idea. "You wanna get even closer to it?"

Before Tennessee even had a chance to respond, he felt himself being hoisted by the other thief, a sensation utterly alien to him as being seven tons of godly raccoon should've eliminated any possibility of that happening. And yet that was his current reality, practically a plaything for a member of his clan that ascended well past where his body left off. It didn't bother him one bit.

Nor did finding himself sandwiched between the other man's turgid raccoonhood and swollen abdominals; even a single brick on his descendant's core could've blanketed Central Park without trying. It had him squirming in glee as he became inundated by the flexing beef around him, taking in the smell of virile raccoon masculinity that reminded him of himself, his own scent fueling many long nights of debauchery.

With the other thief in place, Sly's main focus became on quelling the overpowering heat brought on by his natural size. The magnitude of his arousal was thousandfold in comparison to the average man, but the trade-off was his orgasms were far more pleasurable than any that they experienced, so much so that a single one of his afterglows would last another man months to fully feel all that his body organically made. He was built differently in every sense of the term.

He dropped to his hands and knees, the impact of which showing in the divots that formed at the top of the plateau from his body cleaving into the dirt and would likely show up as a massive earthquake in the area if seismometers existed in this period of time. Just knowing how significant even the smallest of his actions were got him drooling out preseed as if he was tasked with bolstering a river.

Rivulets of pre dribbled down the length of the largest shaft in the world, though to Tennessee they seemed as if a volcano's pyroclastic flow had become transparent. They didn't bear any other resemblance, of course, as he felt what would be considered a drop of precum to his descendant wholly wash over him, cascading musky ooze along his own swollen form. It had him raring to go again, achingly hard and wishing he had something to drill his own prick into. Maybe he'd see if the other raccoon would shrink enough so that he could bury his tumescent kitmaker in between those cute cheeks.

In the meantime he merely relished in the overwhelming horniness of the scenario. The other thief started rutting along the ground, bringing him along for the ride and forcing him to hold on as the swinging of a shaft that could split a continent in half moved him faster than he'd ever gone in his life. He was beside himself in ecstatic bliss as he'd never thought he would have the opportunity to take part in something like this. It had him backing his own rear against the other procyon's abs, the urge of wanting to be stuffed surging through him despite there being no means of fulfilling it. Being a part of all this was at least the next best thing.

As much as Sly heavily outclassed his ancestor in size, he still felt the other titan clinging to his monumental dong, riding it like the biggest bucking bronco to ever grace the face of the planet. Driving both it and his engorged testosterone factories through the dirt created trenches, slowly being filled with preseed that got pushed out into the valley below with every pump of his hips.

The hornier he got, the more force he exerted in his pistoning. His mind wandered back to the earlier daydream he had where the other raccoon pounded his tight hole, wishing that it was reality, but also noticing that they both seemed bigger now. It was like his tastes were evolving as his arousal grew. Being able to receive the endowment of a procyonic titan seemed like the greatest thing in the world and it made him wonder if growing the other thief was possible.

His balls slammed against his bloated ass cheeks, the collision only adding to the unrelenting pleasure pummeling his system and saturating his brain in the stuff. He moaned in approval of what little his ancestor was capable of doing to him in spite of their size disparity, loud enough for people kilometers around to hear it clearly, though caring little about the fact. His sole goal was to get himself off by whatever means necessary.

The other raccoon might be doing a bang-up job of sating his own sexual hunger, but Tennessee felt over the moon with how close he was to creaming himself. Orbs that overshadowed the miniscule shack he grew up in continually crashed into the other man's pelvis, and while they weren't quite as impressive as the globes his descendant sported, they were nothing to sneeze at given the lake's worth of cum they produced every time he let loose his flood.

But they started feeling nearly at the maximum capacity the longer that he rode the other thief's prodigious cock. Suddenly his own thrusting slowed down, his breathing growing laboured as gooey precum slathered over him thanks to gravity. So much erotic stimulation engulfed him. It left his grip weakening as his climax drew nearer, though the sheer surface area of the hog he straddled ensured he wouldn't slip any time soon.

The other procyon halting his bucking wasn't lost to Sly, who began feeling the effects of jackhammering against the ground overtake him. Pressure built up in his lower half, his swollen prostate bulging out his taint as a result, itself easily larger than any mountain around them. The feeling of his bloated limbs going weak signaled the biggest orgasm that the Wild West would ever witness.

Sneaking in just before that was Tennessee with his own release, his face pressed against the other man's leviathan raccoonhood with veins that even his hands couldn't fully grip onto. The heat emanating from the flesh alone was intense, the scent wafting off it intoxicating, coaxing him to lick along the length as he fired off his loads. With nothing to fuck he instead mashed his sweaty pole against his descendant's, appearing puny in comparison, but still shooting off more potent cum in each pump of his hips than there was water in the town's reservoir.

That was the catalyst that finally pushed Sly over the edge of climax. His balls pulled up to his crotch as his dam burst wide open, everything his nuts produced while visiting the 1800s now bulging out his cumpipe and blasting from the tip of his dick. His face uncontrollably contorted into a snarl as blanketed the valley in front of him with layers upon layers of virile raccoonbatter, the flow of which away from the established settlement indicating that the ground was actually uneven. It surprised him that he never noticed before.

But there wouldn't be much else he could see for the time being with his eyes screwing shut, his body overrun with pleasure that even he felt was more than he'd been hit with in the past somehow. So much spunk geysered from his cock that it beat out any naturally occurring fountain in the area by both volume and height.

The last time he came he just managed to make it to the coastline, milliseconds away from flooding the city instead of dumping his output into the ocean like he intended. In his mind the level of the water never seemed to stray much from what it started at, though with how much he was jettisoning out now it felt weird to him, like his loads should be having a greater impact than they did. Once he got back to his time he'd have to work with Bentley to try and come up with a solution so that he doesn't inadvertently wreak havoc across the land just because he was horny. That, uh, would be very bad for business.

Compared to the average citizen of the town, Tennessee's loads blew everything out of the water, and yet they were nowhere close to the enormity of the other raccoon's output. He couldn't be sure how much time had passed with his lust-drunk mind driving his need to cum - it could've been anywhere between three days and three seconds for all he knew - but however long it took him, the other thief lasted way longer. A large swell of pride filled his chest.

He watched in disbelief as the valley he knew so well grew positively saturated with musky procyon seed. Seeing it rush away from the city told him there was a basin nearby that all the jizz was filling up, but with the amount gushing from the tip of the other thief's dick it might end up brimming soon enough.

It took everything Sly had in him not to collapse then and there, what little part of his brain he hadn't overworked telling him that his ancestor was still somewhere beneath him and that crushing the smaller hunk would be detrimental to his existence - though a part of him thought the outlaw would survive such a thing no problem. Nevertheless he weakly shot a hand to the base of his incomparable crotch rocket and fished out the other procyon, who was now dripping with a mixture of both hulk's cum.

Once he knew the other man was alright he let himself unceremoniously crumple to the ground, landing on his cock and oozing out the final remnants of his eruption like squeezing a tube of toothpaste. Using what energy he had in him he brought his ancestor over to his face, his hypermuscular physique making the act a tad difficult, though succeeding regardless as Coopers like him were wont to do.

Seeing the other man drenched head-to-toe in seed got him to giggle. He offered his assistance in the matter by sticking out his tongue and licking away the cum, feeling the other thief's monster hog in the process. It took a little bit of time to accomplish given that the outlaw wasn't particularly small by any means, but a man of his immense size made the job effortless. He then showed his appreciation for the brown-furred raccoon coming along for the ride by taking in his ancestor's schlong and gently sucking on it like he'd wanted to do when they first met. That gave him an idea for when he next visited again!

Being suspended in the air like that wasn't exactly Tennessee's cup of tea, but the thorough cleanup the world's biggest raccoon behemoth gave him more than made up for it. It wasn't long after that that his feet found purchase on the other thief's pec shelf, just one of those chest boulders enough to blot out the sun across the entire Midwest. "That was incredible!" He hollered. "You was hiding that from me the whole time?"

Sly laughed, the sound booming from his throat and nearly knocking his ancestor over. "Well, I didn't think it'd be very gentlemanly if that was the first thing I did when I came here. You know, I kinda figured all the other stuff was more important."

"Right, right," Tennessee nodded, forgetting that his muzzle hits his oversized chest every time he does it. The whole experience had his heart fluttering at the capabilities of his descendant, his mind racing as he realized every subsequent generation of Cooper blew bigger loads than he did. The future of their clan seemed bright in his eyes. "Say, would it be any sorta improper of me if I was to check out what the future looks like?"

Sly's face lit up when he heard that. "You wanna?"

"Sure!" Tennessee beamed. "You been here so much already, only makes sense in my mind to come visit you now. I'm dying to see how y'all adapted."

The other raccoon's enthusiasm was contagious, with Sly giving his ancestor a quick kiss. "It's a date."