Sly Cooper In: Grand Magic Larceny by hunter of chiroptera

Sly Cooper In: Grand Magic Larceny

Story by hunter of chiroptera on SoFurry

hunter of chiroptera, Bentley, Carmelita Montoya Fox, Doppleganger, Murray, Neyla, Original characters, Sly Cooper, anal, anal beads, anal plug, attribute theft, bondage, brain drain, corruption, domination, exhibitionism, female, foursome, group sex, hypnosis, impregnation, kink, magic, male, male/female, masturbation, mind control, oral, sex, sex toy, submission, vaginal, voyuerism

In which a single change results in Sly Cooper gaining magic powers opening whole new windows of opportunity for the master thief. But when hearts and minds become something you can steal how far will he go to get what he wants?

At any given moment in a person's life infinite possibility sprawls out before them. Some possibilities are so slim and remote that the future they present is as unlikely to happen as gold raining from the sky but some are merely the roll of the dice. Such is today's tale, it begins as many such tales do with a minor oversight that spirals into a vastly different world.

It begins with a donkey man distracted by a joke, his eyes filled with tears of delight as a much needed tension breaker in a rough week. In just the brief seconds of his eyes being blurred a faulty bolt makes it past his station. The faulty bolt has a defect in the metal meaning that if it is stressed even slightly it will snap. The screw makes it out of the factory and onto a shelf. From the shelf it makes its way into a contractor's supplies, and ultimately it comes to rest as one of two bolts holding up the head of a street lamp. A street lamp that Sly Cooper lands on while escaping the notice of police on some nightly exercise. Normally such a lamp would hold Cooper no problem but the faulty bolt snaps, the full weight of Cooper and the lamp head are now on the second bolt and it gives. As a result Sly and the lamp head crash to the ground making a chase that was nearly over suddenly another hour longer. Sly returns to the safe house run ragged and paranoid. The sound of distant sirens distracts Sly for an instant and instead of a water bottle he grabs one of Murray’s muscle booster energy drinks. His thirst is so great he doesn’t even taste the difference until he is draining the last drops.

Sly rested on the couch in the front room idly flicking through late night television uncomfortably awake after his work out thanks to his drink choice.

“-Thought lost after the blitz the tome Arcanum Fantastica has finally reappeared and is still believed to be the only one of its kind.” The news anchor read off as the background displayed a black leather book printed with gold binding and carefully stitched letters spelling out its name. Sly curled an eyebrow at it because the book reminded him heavily of The Thievus Raccoonus. “Though not for long. Despite the Museum of Britain having sought the tome since the end of the war it won’t be joining the display again.” Sly scoffed at the idea of recovering such a valuable object and not displaying it. “Instead Grimwald Caprice IV, the great grandson of the man who lent the tome to the Museum, has laid claim to it.”

The camera showed a shriveled nasty curve horned goat with cloudy blue eyes scowling into the camera. “The Arcanum Fantastica has already been lost once under the care, or lack thereof, of the museum and I intend to preserve this one of a kind example of literary work from any future displays of stunning incompetence.” The wretched goat declared before a coughing fit overtook him.

Sly muted the television and pulled over his laptop, with only a few keystrokes he had tabs open learning about the Arcanum Fantastica and Grimwald Caprice. After only a scant few hours more research Sly was certain of his next big move.

Sly grinned as he examined the dour fortress that was Castle Caprice. Once upon a time it would have been an extraordinary challenge to enter, once upon a time with its high sloped walls moat and single draw bridge in and out. For Sly though, with all the tricks of his ancestors, the positively medieval fortress was about as daunting as a gym locker room. The trees that grew up right along the edge of the moat gave him plenty of room to spring through their branches and fling himself over the watery gap. From there his ancestors' wall climbing tricks let him move up the sloped walls. Once he was inside the dim light and high cross beamed of the ceiling made evading guard patrols a joke. Sly wasn’t even halted by the locked door to the library for more than a second thanks to long mastered lockpicking skill.

Sly was across the floor and had already extracted the book from its case when the library door swung open a second time.

Time seemed to hang for a second, Sly stood still as a statue, the tome clutched underneath his left arm in plain view of the pair of figures that had just walked in. Grimwald Caprice was staring slack jawed but visibly shifting towards outraged with every second. The second figure was none other than Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox, vixen of his dreams.

“Cooper!” She called out shocked and just a bit angry.

“Inspector!” the Raccoon replied with a smile. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a Bibliophile. I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover no matter how appealing it is.”

“Vermin! Infiltrating my home! Stealing what is mine!” Grimwald contributed, as Carmelita drew her shock pistol.

“Put the book down Cooper.” Carmelita

“Now really has that ever worked between us?” Sly said dodging the first shot his dream girl fired at him. “Or that?”

“I have more ammo than you have exits Ringtail.” Carmelita warned and Sly was slightly miffed to realize that she was right. The library was a tall wide room but there was only one way in or out of the room and good as his reflexes were good, but they weren’t quite point blank good.

“Forma in imagine mea electa et exsequere iussa mea, gemella obscura!" Grimwald shouted suddenly ha black and purple mist spraying from his finger tips towards Sly ... right as Carmelita stepped between them. The black mist engulfed Carmelita who fell to the ground without a further sound.

“So the rumors about this being a legit magic book are true.” Sly growled out as the black fog oozed away from the now unconscious but otherwise intact Carmelita and began to condense into a figure. “Guess that really means I need to keep it away from you.”

“Vermin like you can not hope to stop me. I have lived a thousand years with the knowledge in that book and I will live a thousand more!” he gestured with one hand and shouted out. “Volare Fulmina!” before a blue bolt of lightning arced from his outstretched finger tip. Sly's reflexes saved him as he had started to dodge the moment the goat had started the gesture. "Volare Fulmina!" Grimawald called out, sending another bolt of lighting flying. Thinking fast Sly reached up with this cane and snagged a bit of earthenware pottery and slung it into the path of the blast. For a second time everything seemed to freeze and then everything happened all at once. The vase he had grabbed exploded into dust as if all that had held it together was positive thoughts. Grimwald screamed and collapsed into dust just like the pottery, his clothes falling to the floor empty. Lastly Sly beheld the blue light that steadfastly

refused to stop dancing on the end of his cane.

Sly was distracted from further questioning what was going on by the rumble that shook the steady footed raccoon and everything in the room. Darting across the floor Sly scooped up the still unconscious Carmelita and bolted. As he ran through the castle the Guards collapsed into empty suits of armor in front of him. Sly was regretting not bringing Murray or Bentley with him as he finally made it to the threshold of the old fort and beat feet down the drawbridge. As his feet finally touched the road outside the castle the structure just collapsed like a sand castle that had been kicked over. heart still pumping with adrenaline Sly found Carmelita's car and stowed her inside its engine running and air conditioner on to make sure she was safe and comfortable. Sly was tempted to try and wake her with a kiss but decided this was neither the time or the place

“Can’t believe you went in without even telling us where you were going!” Bentley ranted as Sly’s cane rotated in the scanner.

“It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. Hell, I was just gonna give the book to you.” Sly replied.

“I won't go into that mambo jumbo.” Bentley said as the scanner pinged. “So it looks like your cane has absorbed some kind of arcane energy matrix. I dunno how this magic stuff works and there’s a lot of danger in just playing around with it. You might need to get a new cane made.”

“A new- Bentley that’s my fathers cane. Hell as far as I know that’s the cane that every Cooper in recorded history has passed down to their child.” Sly tried not to scream but the idea of abandoning his legacy bothered him especially since he had worked so hard to earn it in assembling the Thievus Raccoonus and putting down Clockwerk. It was at that moment when he spotted the spoils of his little jaunt. “Maybe there’s something we can use here?” he said, unbuckling the tome and opening it to rifle through the pages. “Something about shifting arcane energies it-” Sly was cut off as the pages began to flip on their own settling on a passage titled Arcane Energy Transfer. Sly smiled as he read through the pages an idea quickly forming. “You know Bentley, maybe you’re right. I should make my own cane.

Sly looked over the cane he had just made. He had carefully copied the hook from his fathers cane, with Bentley's help the titanium hook was identical to his fathers down to the micrometer. For the handle he had been forced to go with wood and Murray had spent all day polishing the blackened oak to a smooth shiny surface. At the end of his cane was a tiny blue bauble about the size of a quarter, it was a simple glass bead which Sly had poured the Arcane energies for his family's cane into. It took three days to assemble and the moment Sly had taken it into his hand he knew that nothing would be the same for him.

Bentley and Murray were asleep so the sound of someone moving down stairs was enough to lure Sly’s attention from his creation.

Sly crept down stairs and his heart thudded like thunder as he caught sight of the intruder. He had expected a petty burglar or unlucky thief but having strolled right into his home was Carmelita Montoya Fox. who upon seeing him dropped to her knees.

“Master.” the vixen said her head bowed.

“What?” Sly asked.

“I am a doppelganger of Carmelita Montoya Fox. I am bound to your service.” the vixen explained calmly.

"What?" Sly repeated as he pondered what the universe had just dropped into his lap.

"I am yours to use as you please." the doppelganger said and that clicked something over in Sly's mind.

"Follow me and be quiet." Sly commanded as he returned to his room and the tome within it.

"Doppelgangers." Sly spoke to the book and its pages fanned before telling him all he needed to know about the subject. He read how they were made and realized the spell that had struck Carmelita had produced the being who was presently faithfully following him as he paced circles about his room. Under normal circumstances such beings were loyal to their creator but as Grimwald had died before she had fully formed and Sly had stolen the goat's magic he was now her master. Sly learned that the Doppelganger was a perfect physical and mental copy of Carmelita, only differing in her obedience and desire to serve her master.

"You know everything the Inspector knows?"

"Everything she knew up to the point I was created, Master." The Doppelganger responded.

"So then you know how she really feels about me." he said with a strange knot forming in his stomach.

"Yes."

"Tell me." Sly commanded curiosity and dread, tying his stomach in a braid.

"Carmelita feels an intense lust for you; she desires your body and dreams of romance between you and her." Sly beamed and only just resisted the urge to whoop in triumph, instead pumping his fist and exhaling through his teeth. "But she won't allow herself to indulge. She feels incredibly guilty about even having these desires due to you being a thief and criminal and her an officer of the law." Sly had never flown so high only to crash so hard.

"So there is no chance?" Sly whispered.

"Not without something massive changing that dynamic. She frequently masturbates to fantasies of you submitting to her justice, keeping you as a slave of mutual love. Just as often she dreams of you taking her, breaking her mind with passion, and making her forget that she ever cared about you being a criminal." The doppelganger confessed essentially unprompted.

"Carmelita has sexual fantasies about..." Sly trailed off, contemplating the revelations about his paramour. He absolutely couldn't take the chance that submitting himself to her would see her decide to act out her fantasies of a prisoner of love. Nor did he have the stomach to try and force her to break with sexual pleasure, he could only see her growing to hate him for trying.

"Master, Perhaps I could show you how she feels more directly?" The doppelganger asked.

Sly tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

Wordlessly the vixen before Sly slid her jacket to the floor before unbuckling her belt her pants fell to the floor revealing the soft white panties beneath. with a single tug her corset came unlaced and her bare breasts were exposed to him for the barest moment before she twirled around. Bending over she pulled her panties down to her ankles and neatly stepped free of them all the while her tail kept her nether regions hidden until she turned around presenting him with the full glory of her bare assets.

"So Ringtail, are you ready to "break the law" again?" the vixen said and for the first time since he laid eyes on her Sly was briefly convinced that she was Carmelita.

"Inspector, I'm afraid that's entrapment." Sly said flirting back with no effort as he pulled The doppelganger into his arms and kissed her deeper than he had ever managed to kiss the real inspector. Sly let his passions guide him, his hands exploring the vixen's body as she hummed and moaned her approval. Sly stroked up the outside of her hips squeezing her bottom before he pushed her against the bed. The vixen smiled and spread her legs fully showing off for her master. Sly took a moment to drink in the vision before pining the vixen to the bed and taking what she was offering. Her sex was tight and warm and just slick enough for him to push into with very little resistance, The vixen moaned in his ear as he claimed her for his own. Sly pumped his shaft into the vixen with a vigor that put his normal exercises to shame.

"Harder Cooper, give it all to me!" the vixen requested and Sly obliged, altering his pace for fewer thrusts with more power, his testicles slapping her bottom with every body shaking thrust. Sly relished in watching the Vixen's breasts jiggle as he fucked her with all he had. "I need it, I need your cum Sly!" The vixen cried out as she reached her climax, her sex clamping around Sly's cock. if her words hadn't been enough her pussy milking him would have been all it took to push Sly over the edge with a groan of pure delight Sly unloaded into the vixen's sex.

Sly panted, not willing to pull away. His mind raced as he thought about what he had just experienced and learned his head was oddly clear. "Your..." Sly gulped down air as he pulled away from the doppelgänger. "... Your name is Lita."

"As you say master. My name is Lita."

Sly stepped into the living room where Bentley and Murray were crowding around the turtle's laptop. "Boys, I'd like to introduce you to the latest member of the Cooper Gang! Presenting: Lita!" He declared as the doppelganger joined him in the room.

"Hello boys, What are we getting up to now?" Lita asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

Murray and Bentley looked at Lita at each other and then wordlessly presented the laptop to Sly and Lita onscreen was an article talking about parts of a clockwork owl retrieved from a volcano... in Russia. Sly's blood ran cold.

"I feel like I'm going crazy!" Sly fumed aloud over the Binocu-com. "You would think that pitching a guy's broken body into molten rock would mean he's out of your hair for good right? But Nnnnoooo! Some half wit mineralogist goes and digs him out of his eternal fiery grave. And you know this fucking museum is going to reassemble him for display."

"to be totally fair." Bentley said as he hacked the terminal. "This guy has been stalking and bringing misery to your whole family tree since pharaohs were in power, it makes sense he's not easy to get rid of."

"If we can't find a way to destroy these pieces for good I'm going to get real creative with making sure they can never be assembled." Sly said. "Oh by the way I am in."

"These security briefs from our newest member are proving quite handy. I doubt I could have taken control of the system like this without her." Bentley said as he opened the gate blocking Sly off remotely.

"You're telling me I have knocked out every guard we might have to worry about before they even got a glance at the Murray."

"Ten four big guy, I'm almost at the storage room now..."

-0-

Sly looked around the room, a cold knot forming in his gut. "Where are they...?" he asked the air, eyes darting back and forth as his head whipped about. "The Clockwerk parts... they aren't here!"

"Returning to the scene of the crime, Cooper? How utterly predictable." Inspector Carmelita Fox said emerging from a sarcophagus against the wall with a purple tigress emerging from hiding in a similar manner.

"Inspector Fox, as lovely and unpredictable as ever." Sly replied before what she had said fully registered. "And what crime? I haven't stolen anything... yet."

"I told you last night Inspector that the number of fatalities was a clear indication of the theft of the Clockwerk parts being a Klaw gang job." The purple tigress said.

"Constable Neyla, your presence on this case is a favor to the Contessa not-" Carmelita started irritated at being contradicted in front of a criminal.

"Ladies there's no need to fight, especially not over me so I'll be going now." Sly said ducking, turning and running out the only open hall.

"GET BACK HERE RINGTAIL!" Carmelita hollered and Sly heard the first burst of her shock pistol. Whipping around on the spot he caught the shot with his cane, the violent surge of electricity harmlessly soaking into it and sending a pleasant tingly surge through him. Sly dipped and ducked around other shots, some of which just missed displays.

"Honestly Inspector you need to show more restraint some of these are priceless antiques!" Sly called out before a shot came close enough to singe the fur on his cheek. "Guys we are calling this off pronto get to the van!"

Sly said, hopping out a window and flinging himself into the open air only swinging his cane around at the last second to catch hold of a hook displaying a large banner over the plaza museum. Sly huffed as he swung to safety. "Who the heck is the Klaww gang and where do we find them?"

Paris

Sly looked at the purple and blue scaled iguana decked out in the gaudy bauble style jewelry and a green leisure suit. "Are we sure this is the right guy?"

"Oh for sure. That's Dimitri Lousteau." Bentley replied over the comms.

"other than a general sleazy vibe what does this guy actually do?" Sly asked tailing the creep as he went around the city.

"Well for starters he's a master of Forgery. Apparently his "kinetic aesthetic" art style didn't hit it off so he took to making copies of famous paintings and flooding the market with them. He's really good at it and really prolific."

"okay but how does a guy like that end up in the Klaww gang?" Lita asked.

"uh what do you mean?" Murray responded first.

"I mean what kind of scam are they running? The report from the theft indicates that they did a slightly more complicated smash and grab. A forgery expert would only be needed if they were tricking the delivery driver into handing over the goods."

"good point... these guys don't seem to have been around for very long or at least they haven't been big names until now." Bentley declared. "If we assume he was brought on before the heist which is what the files suggest..."

"Alright we'll figure out what he's up to right now, put a stop to it and find.... ugh." Sly sighed as he had a dreadful revelation.

"What is it Sly?" Murray asked.

"It just occurred to me that a gang like this is bound to have split the take." Sly sighed. "Which means we are gonna have to track down every last one of these big guys and hope they haven't sold whatever pieces they had off."

"Not Likely Sly, these pieces are too hot for anybody to fence. They're unique, literally one of a kind. Nobody could just move product like that and even in the slim margin you could find someone to fence it who is going to be buying 'em? they can't be reshaped, without the whole set you can't even rebuild him. They could probably be repurposed with a bit of know-how." Bentley assured.

Sly grimaced as he followed the lizard into the night club putting the camera function of his binocu-com to good use.

"So in addition to his general air of sleaze this guy's a drug dealer." Lita said after one of the photos. "That stuff’s called Spice. It's a high end narcotic made from plants native to the Indian jungle.

"So bad taste, worse art, forgeries and drug dealing, I swear I thought Sir Raleigh was slimy but this guy takes it." Sly responded before following Dimitri as he took a detour. "what in the-" Sly declared before snapping a picture of the device and events going on before him. "Bentley tell me I'm not seeing this."

"I'm afraid it's exactly what it looks like Sly." Bentley replied with a shake of his head. "He's using the indestructible tail-feathers of Clockwerk as plates for a printing press forging fake dollar bills. It'd be ingenious if it wasn't such ... Wait, is this why they brought him on? they stole the Clockwerk parts to print fake money?"

"I'd bet not if they just wanted the tail-feathers stealing them and figuring the rest of the forgery process out themselves would be faster and easier even if they messed up once or twice."

Sly stared at the machine stamping out 100 dollar bills at about twenty per second. He watched it work trying to understand the mechanism behind it. "There is no way that lizard built this himself." Sly said aloud with a shake of his head. "Alright heading back to the safe house."

-0-

Bentley had gone over the plan based on the info they had at the moment it was a whole lot of set up but basics of it was a need to shatter a portion of the ground to gain access to the underground section where the tailfeathers were at and then disable the machine so they could be retrieved. Sly was doing his part preparing to break into Dimiti's house when he encountered her. Neyla dropped in revealed she was more morally flexible than Carmelite (red flag number one) that she had a key to Dimitri's house (red flag number 2) and that she wanted to test his skills with a chase (red flag number 3) at which point she claimed she couldn't go into the house without a warrant.

Lita double checked the setting on her shock pistol fired once and laid the purple tigress out. Lita was one of the only people in the world to know that Carmelita (mostly) missed Sly on purpose and was in fact deadly accurate otherwise. Lita dropped to the ground hefting the Tiger up on her shoulders. "You picked the wrong raccoon."

Lita looked over the spell book as a creature of magic she couldn't cast spells but she had helped Sly out by finding a few that might be useful for his line of work.

"Ung what..." Lita turned as Neyla returned to the waking world. "Carmelita? Where are we?" The Tiger moved to stand up only for the restraints to hold her in the seat. "Why am I tied up... What are you wearing?" Lita actually laughed. Per Sly's request she saved her copy of the inspector's normal clothes for special occasions. Her new outfit was a pair of black jeans, red boots, a red corset and black leather jacket. Lita personally thought it was plainly derivative of the inspector's clothes and reminded her too much of costumes worn by heroes gone bad in comic books. Sly had stopped himself just short of offering her a spiked choker.

"Do you like it? Master says it goes nicely with my natural colors but I think he's off base."

"Master? Who the hell are you?"

"Lita..." Sly said entering the room. "Why is Neyla tied up?"

"Cooper? Who is Lita?" The constable said her panicked gaze swapping back and forth between the only people in the room with the power to move freely.

"When she dropped that obvious hint during the failed heist I was suspicious and then just now I'm all but certain she knows something more than she's telling us."

Sly nodded grimly. "So do you have a plan."

Lita beamed as she showed Sly the paper with the spells she had picked out for this occasion. "I wrote down the spell, what it does and how to make the most use of it."

Sly kissed Lita full on the lips, his hand cupping her cheek for just a moment as he pulled away. "You're a very good girl Lita." He complimented her as he turned his attention back to Neyla. "You on the other hand I'm not so sure of." Sly flipped his can around the hook tapping the ground as the little bauble at the end lit up as he prepared to cast a spell. "Veritatem plenam et claram ex labiis tuis ad aures meas loquere, omnibus quaestionibus libere respondebis."[a] Sly intoned before a ribbon of light wrapped around Neyla's mouth before seemingly sinking into her.

"What the fuck was that!" Neyla shouted.

"I'm asking the questions here." Sly declared returning his cane to its typical resting spot on his shoulders. "Why did you help me tonight?"

"Because I was ordered to." Neyla responded and looked shocked at her own confession.

"By who?" Sly said already irritated with this information.

"The Contessa and Arpeggio." Neyla said her face confusion and terror.

"Arpeggio the head of the Klaww gang?" Sly asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. I work for him undercover. The Contessa doesn't know."

"Hmm and why would The Contessa want you to help a thief rob an art forger?"

"Because she's a member of the Klaww gang." Neyla looked around as if searching for a way to shut her own mouth. "The Contessa hypnotizes thieves in her prison and makes them reveal where they have hidden all their wealth so she can take it for herself. She wants you in particular because of the legends of the Cooper vault."

Sly tilted his head. "Lita, make a memo when we finish up with the Klaww gang we need to go hunt down this Cooper Vault."

"On it!" Lita replied happily, as she scribbled down a note.

"So you work for the Klaww Gang, the Contessa works for the Klaww gang, and Arpeggio is the leader of the Klaww Gang. Why do they want me to rob Dimitri? how does that help them?"

Neyla grunted seemingly trying to resist the spell by simply not speaking. "Because after you take the Clockwerk parts back from Dimitri and Rajan I'm supposed to betray you and send you and your gang to the Contessa." Neyla hissed, shaking her head as she glared daggers at Sly. "From there I was going to expose the Contessa and confiscate the Clockwerk parts. Arpeggio was gonna buy out that halfwit primitive Jean Bison's collection and then rebuild Clockwerk so he can somehow join with it and become immortal." Neyla panted and broke out in sweat despite the chill of the room.

"Well there's at least two parts of that plan I can't even start to allow. Lita your thoughts?"

"We can't kill her." Neyla shot the vixen a look that was about equal in terror and relief. "If only because it would tip our hand. I say we flip her."

"You think you can just buy me out?" Neyla asked. "You're absolutely bonkers. I'm not turning on the Klaww gang or at the very least not until I get what I want." Neyla flinched the truth spell, apparently wringing more out of her than she intended.

"Oh?" Sly said the spell book already in hand, the pages turning at his unspoken command. "Tell me Neyla, what do you want?"

Neyla bit her lip till it bled but still her mouth opened and she announced. "I want immortality! I want to kill Arpeggio before he can pull off his scheme and live forever."

Sly laughed as his fingers traced a spell off the page. "Oh, that's so not happening." he said before tilting the page so that Lita could read the instructions. Lita smiled before walking up and tearing Neyla free of her clothes leaving the tigress fully naked. "Most people I would feel pretty awful about using this on but you're a back stabbing bitch with no loyalty to anyone. If anybody deserves this it's you." Sly declared flipping his cane to the magic orb side once more. "Sicut caro tua signum fert, ita mens et anima tua, te ad servitium meum hoc signo alligo. Ego sum dominus tuus nunc et in perpetuum. Fies quasi vas vacuum voluntate mea repletum. Consilia mea exsequi est tibi maxima voluptas ad serviendum summae ambitioni tuae."[b] The orb filled with intense red light as Sly pressed it against Neyla's hips. The tiger yowled in pain and for a second every color on her body seemed to reverse before returning to normal with the tiger slumping over. Sly twirled his smoking cane as he snapped the book closed. where the cane had made contact just over the tiger's sex was the mark of the Cooper clan as if it was a natural part of her fur and skin.

"Did you have to put it there?" Lita asked, she wasn't judging just curious whether it was conscious choice or a direction of the spell

"Needed to be someplace no one could spot without looking." Sly answered with a shrug. "You can go ahead and untie her."

Lita unbound the tiger who leapt from her seat the instant her hands and legs were free with murderous intent in her eyes. Sly didn't flinch as the tigress went from attacking to standing at attention before the raccoon.

"So here's the situation, Neyla you are mine now. you can't attack me, or anyone who I've called a friend or ally. Not just physically either, you can't take any action that would jeopardize our plans, wellbeing or holdings." Sly declared more than a little smugly. "So here's how things are going to go, you are going to keep pretending Arpeggio's plan is going as normal. You are going to keep the Contessa under the impression you are as loyal to her as you have ever been. When the moment comes to "betray" us you'll turn on the Contessa early. You'll explain it to Arpeggio how you realized the Contessa would be easier to deal with before us. You'll give us the info we need to make sure Arpeggio doesn't get a hold of the Clockwerk parts." Sly laid out his plan for the Tigress. "After Arpeggio is dealt with you'll help us dispose of the Clockwerk parts."

"Yes Master." Neyla moaned which caused Lita to give Sly a pointed look.

"The spell is self reinforcing. If she disobeys or even thinks too hard about disobeying it causes her pain, but if she behaves and helps me fulfill my goals..." Neyla drooled slightly and this time Lita caught the magical brand glowing softly blue. "... She gets a reward."

Lita grinned darkly at the tigress. "That being the case Master, I think we should test how much she is willing to obey." The vixen hoped Sly picked up on her meaning,

Sly grinned deviously, no doubt catching the notion. "Fair enough. Okay, Neyla... I want you to show off that body for us. Give us your most enticing dance."

Neyla grimaced before she began to rock her hips left to right slowly at first but faster, her shoulders swayed counter rocking her breasts from side, there was clearly a tune to her movements but it existed purely in her head. As she got worked up from obeying her movement got smoother. The Tigress turned her back bucking her hips and causing her ass to jiggle in very delightful ways as her tail flicked right and left. When Neyla turned around it was clear her conditioning was going well as she bit her lip and her eyes fluttered. The Tigress stroked down her breasts as she rolled her belly sensuously before squatting legs spread wide, her dripping sex exposed for her master's viewing pleasure Neyla gasped, taken by a full orgasm that saw her drop fully to the floor.

Lita licked her lips at the sight before whispering into Sly's ear. "Take her." Lita was the only person besides Carmelita who knew exactly how perverse the vixen's tastes really were. It was the nature of doppelgangers to understand things about the person whose image they shared that even they didn't know, namely that Carmelita Montoya Fox was a sexually repressed sexual deviant and borderline nymphomaniac. Lita as typical of doppelgangers didn't feel the need to repress the desires and urges that the detective hid. Sly gave her a look that was a mix of half confused and half intrigued. "She's already yours might as well put her to use." Lita explained. "Besides, I want to watch you break her, Ringtail."

Sly slipped free of his pants and Lita followed suit watching with glee as Sly crouched over the tigress. Neyla's gaze flicked between Sly's face and his penis before she reached down and guided Sly's cock into her sex. Lita smiled rubbing her sex as she watched her master push his cock fully into the tigress who whimpered and moaned for every inch. Lita could tell the proud and treacherous tigress was gone from the look in her eye and the glee on her face. Sly was giving her everything he had and he had plenty. Lita licked her lips watching the sweat pour off the pair as Sly made it clear to Neyla she was his. The vixen moaned loudly as she climaxed to the sight of Neyla's back arching off the ground, her brand glowing as it forced her to cum. Lita could swear she heard Sly's balls churning as his seed began to leak from the tigress. Sly pulled away from Neyla who was still trying to catch her breath.

"F-Fun as that was, we need to get Neyla back before anyone notices she's missing." Sly said, still breathing hard himself. "I'll go distract Carmelita, you go get a spare set of clothes for Neyla."

"As you say Master." Lita declared with a wide smile before walking to her closet to get changed.

Sly dropped into the big hole in the ground directly above the printing press the machine had come to a stop and Murray was gearing up to haul the tail feathers away. From Paris they were headed to India after Rajan who according to Neyla had Clockwerk's wings and his heart.

"you Crackerjack! you've busted up my whole operation." Dimitri called out in a rage.

"Here I thought that grease was just the machinery." Sly commented as he stood up from the crouch he had dropped into on instinct. "Actually it's probably for the best I ran into you. You're not getting away with swiping this bit of family history out from under me." Sly's voice was cold and free of mirth and his eyes narrowed with his barely contained rage.

"You conked in the head ring-a-ding? you're on my turf, I'm gonna shine you like a shoe!"

"i have no idea what you're saying... and your suit sucks."

"ARGH that's it, let's dance!" the iguana said, levelling his arm like he was bracing a pistol before the red gemstone on his finger began to glow. For anyone else that might have been all there was to it but Sly raised his cane just as the deadly ray of burning heat poured out of the ring. It soaked into the cane like Murray slurping up noodles, the magic eating every bit of power the ring had to offer in one shot. Dimitri's ring burnt out with a shower of sparks, and Sly grinned wickedly at the stunned shock on the iguana's face.

"Normally I'd leave you for the cops but being this evil and this stupid requires a little extra." Sly declared flipping his cane around so the magic bauble on the end was pointing straight at the iguana. "[I lay my curse upon you to live as brushstroke, canvas, and frame. until all of the lands know your story, portrait, and name.]" Sly chanted out a spell of his own making for the first time. A flash of cobalt light erupted from his cane slamming into Dimitri and hurling the forger against the wall. a gold frame embellished with the cooper clan insignia at each corner formed around the iguana. The wall behind him became a cloth canvas as Dimitri himself became nothing more than paint smeared across it, his face frozen in shock and horror at the moment of his defeat. Sly grinned as he turned back to the act of grabbing the Clockwerk tail-feathers; he noticed that the once golden crook of his cane was now a dark pewter.

"What do you expect me to tell you about it? that your cane spontaneously transmuted because the moon was in retrograde?" Bentley asked with agitation plain in his voice. "I'm a scientist. I do computers and chemistry and energy flow, not voodoo."

Sly sighed knowing very well that Bentley was right he couldn't look to the turtle for answers on this one. "Okay I'll ask Lita to look it up."

"Personally I'd take it as a sign to give this up as a bad job. sure it's interesting and you've managed to do some good with it but this magic stuff is... unreliable."

Sly frowned. "Bentley there are a couple dozen jobs we pulled that would never have gone ahead if we just listened to reason." the raccoon declared, twirling his cane in his grip. "I get you don't trust magic cause you don't understand its rules... but it's starting to sound like you don't trust me."

Bentley flinched at the not unfounded accusation. "I'm worried you're playing with fire here, everything has a cost and I don't know what you are going to end up paying."

Sly softened. "I do read the warnings on these things before I put them to use. I'll prove to you this stuff is safe and helpful in no time.

India: Rajan’s Palace

India was hot and humid and Sly hated it about as much as Bentley loved it. Murray was neutral on the environment but loved the food, it did not love him back. Rajan the tiger was a drug peddler, that was how he made his money, that was his value to the Klaww gang, that was how he purchased his "ancestral palace". Sly took the time to read up on Spice with Lita providing her own knowledge. Spice was illegal for the vast array of psychedelic effects it had in moderate doses; it was known to just give a pleasant buzz and boost confidence. The thing was a moderate dose depended on species, age, body weight, and tolerance and that was before one counted in the fact that the single most popular way to ingest spice was on foods that further complicated matters. At higher doses Spice drove people into psychotic rages unthinking unreasoning and most troublingly extremely numbed to pain. The plant Spice was made from was a species that flourished in heavy rains of India's deep jungles. Sly was going to nail the tiger to the wall simply for being a drug pusher but the fact he had Clockwerk's wings mounted to a statue in his palace was extra incentive. According to Neyla, Rajan had taken his other prize and put it to much better use. The heart of Clockwerk was at this very moment deep in the jungle where Rajan actually made the spice he was passing out to everyone everywhere. More specifically it was powering the giant mixers that blended the plant into the drug.

"There's nothing for it. We need a big distraction to remove the wings. Murray will have to take them off one at a time and it's going to take a monster of a cutting tool to do the job there's no way to do this without the attention being elsewhere." Bentley explained. "even if we thin the number of guards out, and we are gonna have to take care of these mounted elephant patrols at the least, that's still way to many that could chase you down and still catch Murray."

Sly frowned at his cane, still puzzled over why it had suddenly changed appearance. "So I don't go in as me... There's a big dance going on... if I get in and steal center stage with my prime dancing skills we can snag the wings without Murray being seen."

"I'll happily play your dance partner." Lita said with a smile.

"Afraid that's not possible. Seeing as Inspector Fox is already on the scene." Bentley said with a scowl.

"Huh wonder what she's doing here." Murray commented as he shoveled rice into his mouth.

"Probably the same thing we are but from the legal side." Lita said. "Dimitri is a known associate of Rajan and Arpeggio, with his sudden disappearance and no Clockwerk parts to be found she's probably just following a list of suspects in the Klaww gang."

"Alright I'm going in disguised, I dance with Carmelita, Murray grabs the wings and we get out to the jungle to snag the heart."

Lita shook her head. "Carmelita is very picky about her dance partners... plus grabbing the wings is going to be a bit of an undertaking. We need to get everything ready first and then send you into..." Lita paused her face lighting up. "Neyla is also attending... we make her your dance partner at least long enough to impress Carmelita."

"Sounds like a plan!" Murray declared, clapping his hands as before cracking his knuckles. "Time to go bust some heads!"

"I'll get to work sourcing the parts we need and managing Murray." Bentley said putting on his gear. "you need to head out and grab a tux." Sly nodded before pulling out a string of cat's eye beads that led up to a flat round malachite bead with a turtle shell engraved into its surface and passing it to Bentley. "what's this?"

"Just a little good luck charm I made for you." Sly said with a grin.

The plan was going fairly smoothly. Bentley and Murray had cleared the path to and from the safehouse and thinned the guards out in just the right ways that they wouldn't be noticed as missing until well after the heist. Sly had his tux and was presently showing off his supreme skill at the waltz with Neyla in another life Sly might have become a master of dance.

Of course such things rarely stay moving smoothly for very long. Thankfully this was not the kind of interruption that put the whole job in peril it easily could have been but it wasn't going to be. The truth was that the sudden disappearance of Dimitri had put Rajan on edge, not enough to cancel his party but enough for him to hire a little extra muscle.

On the official record the woman known as Anita Polis had died four years prior during a stunt gone wrong when her acting career was taking a noise dive due to her rumored part in several assassinations in the middle east. In reality she had faked her death to escape the closing clutches of the law and lived quite comfortably in India. how Rajan found her she didn't know but pulling one more job on some folks who wouldn't be missed was fine with the anole lady. finding the coopers safe house hadn't been the problem, they covered their tracks from the law well enough but anyone who used Thief-net could figure it out in short order. no the actual problem was waiting until the place was empty, Anita was a bombs and gas kind of assassin not a straight up fighter. Midway through planting a triggered explosive that would take the whole house out Rita looked up to find Bentley walking in the first one back from the heist. In any other scenario she would have whipped the pistol from her belt and shot the turtle dead.

Sly's good luck charm is what saved the turtle, as Anita looked at the turtle the glint of light shone across the malachite beads and triggered the spell. The spell Sly had placed on it was not really meant to save his life and certainly not in the manner it would. The truth was Sly (with some whispers from Lita) had gotten in his head that his brother was so up tight because he needed to get laid and concocted a trinket that would get the turtle lucky. The trigger for the spell being a rise in Bentley's heartbeat and light glinting off the central piece of the necklace was because Sly hadn't wanted it to go off by accident. For Anita in an instant all thought of harming the turtle vanished from her head. Instead Anita's mind buzzed with questions like how big his cock was, what it tasted like, if he came a lot and how it would taste. The spell, something of Sly's own concoction, had totally reprioritized the assassin's life devoting her to Bentley's sexual gratification by accident. Sly had only meant for the spell to cause whoever looked at it to become infatuated with and horny for the turtle. Anita ran her tongue around her lower lip before dropping the detonator component she had been tuning and lifting her top. Naturally Bentley's heart sped up a bit more as the intruder in their home base flashed him her tits.

"Hey, I was in the middle of something but I can't help but think this would be a lot more fun..." Anita said, slipping her shorts off and spreading her legs so that Bentley could see her sex slick and shiny in the dining room light. "...Wouldn't you agree?"

Bentley was a smart turtle under normal circumstances he would never approach anyone who had broken into their home and was blatantly building a bomb. Sadly though Bentley has a penis and a brain and only enough blood in his body for one to work at a time and it was not the brains turn. The turtle stripped his protective gear off as he crossed the floor Anita sliding down to lay on the floor her fingers idly stroking her sex as Bentley's erection slipped from his shell. If the fact that Bentley was two feet shorter than her had in any way convinced Anita that he would be poorly equipped to sate her that notion was dispelled when she saw the absolute monster he was packing. Bentley was a virgin but that by no means meant he didn't know what to do he had plenty of instructional material. So Anita was absolutely delighted when he pressed down hips with one hand as the other guided his tip to her slick entrance and pushed in. Bentley filled her slowly savoring each inch he sank into Anita with shaky breaths. Anita's moans of delight had nothing to do with the spell the lizard lady was just a minor size queen and the turtle was scratching her itch quite well. Bentley was no super stud just because of his endowments he was at times a little too eager with Anita and his plastron would smack her sex like a paddle. All the same the lizard lady bucked her hips and whispered a stream of pleasured curses as her back arched from the ground and her hips rolled against his. Anita whimpered as Bentley grabbed the back side of her thighs, pinned her hips to the floor and went at her in a frenzy. Anita screamed in delight as she came her sex begging for Bentley to join her. The turtle let out a cry of his own that might have been pained if you weren't looking as he started cumming. When working jobs like this Bentley rarely found the time to relieve his sexual needs so it was a fairly heavy load of cum being pumped into the assassin. Anita curled up on herself to kiss Bentley full on the lips as his softening cock slipped from her depths to slide back into his shell. The turtle exhausted by the effort toppled onto his back and slid into his shell for a nap.

If Sly's spell had worked the way he intended that would have been it for Bentley and the rest of the Cooper gang. Thankfully between the spell trigger and one of the best orgasms she'd had in years Anita decided she wasn't going to be killing anyone today. She pulled a slip of paper from her shorts as she stood up the turtle's cum oozing down her thighs and wrote down her address and phone number. "come see me again soon." she wrote on the paper before tucking it into his shell through the neck whole.

India: Spice Palace

If Sly hated the city conditions of India he was even less of a fan of the deep jungle they were in now. Not only was it hot and humid but now there was hot rain, thunderstorms every other hour and bugs. Murray was indifferent to the local his main issue being that there wasn't any good food around. It was hard to say how Bentley felt about it the turtle was oddly quiet since they had returned to the hideout with the Clockwerk wings to find him passed out on the dining room floor with a mostly completed bomb on the table. Truthfully Sly kind of appreciated it as it let him really focus on what to do with Rajan. While he certainly could turn him into a portrait like he had Dimitri the Raccoon found himself thinking of a more karmic punishment. It didn't come up a lot but Sly loathed drug dealers, they were the lowest form of crook out there below even murderers and hired guns in his opinion. Drug pushers destroyed lives slowly and deliberately for no greater reason than greed, a hitman at least had the decency to do the deed in a few minutes. So no it wasn't enough for the raccoon to send Rajan to jail he had to be burned to the ground meticulously.

"hmm we can't have him just confessing to his deeds he might expose Neyla." Sly pondered aloud.

Lita stretched and yawned. "steal his muscles, strip him of his brains leave a drooling husk like he turns his clients into."

Sly pulled over the tome and flipped the pages, his finger tracing over a spell. "This one should do but it says I need to transfer the attributes to someone."

"Murray. He's already plenty strong plus a little more brains wouldn't hurt him." Lita replied as she lay down in the bed. "Now put the book away, you have something much more interesting to do tonight." Sly obligingly set the tome aside and turned to Lita to indulge in more interesting activities.

-0-

Neyla looked at the files in her hands nervously as she approached Carmelita, no one outside of Arpeggio and herself was ever meant to see this info.That was before Sly made her a part of the Cooper Gang, now everything she had collected on the Contessa was going right into the hands of Interpol's most persistent agent.

"Inspector Fox." Neyla said, holding out the envelope. "I wasn't sure at first but I'm certain now that you are the right person to bring this to. I- I wasn't sure who I could trust with it."

Carmelita took the folder with a raised eyebrow before opening it. Her brow furrowed as she scanned the list of documents and a frown formed on her face that slowly morphed from a scowl into the detective baring her teeth at the paper as if she could intimidate it into giving up further secrets. "When and why Constable?

"Practically since I started, something about the Contessa always struck me as suspect so I abused her trust in me to learn... more than she would want me to know. When I realized she was in the Klaww gang. I've tried to steer multiple investigations towards her but nothings come of it. I knew if I took this to the wrong person at the least it would end my career but at worst it could get me killed."

Carmelita flipped through the pages. scowling. "This is going to shatter public trust... but we have to expose her she has enough assets to take over a whole city this could be mugshot ten times over."

"If it helps, I have a tip off that could help." Neyla said, laying the bait. "Rajan, has been located, he would make excellent bait to get the Contessa away from her home and prison by telling her we want her present for a major arrest and prisoner transport and then we throw her in the irons for trial."

Carmelita sighed. "It's a long shot but it's the best chance we've got. Make the call and be ready to move in with any luck we'll have two career crooks to lug in." the vixen paused and then placed a hand on Neyla's shoulder. "I hate to tell you but the upper brass is likely to drag you through the mud for the bad PR we are gonna take from this."

Neyla looked to the side. "I don't think I care that much. I'm not going to be with Interpol much longer one way or the other."

-0-

Things were not going smooth for Sly it turned out only half of the Clockwerk heart was running the Spice mixers, the other half was attached to a staff that Rajan was carrying around and thanks to said staff giving him control of the weather hence the near constant rain and thunderstorms in the area. That meant they needed to bug Rajan's home to keep better track of his movements and then he had caught on to the fact he was being watched and stopped going outside. So they had decided that they needed to rage bait him out. cutting off his creature comforts, stealing a giant gem, and wrecking his operation in general. Finally they gave up on subtlety and sabotaged the flood protections forcing the tiger out in the open. It was at roughly this point Sly found out something about the energy absorbing spell he had placed on his cane as protection, namely that after it soaks up so much power it overflows into Sly himself. So Rajan who was throwing an absolute tantrum and flinging lightning bolts like a pitching machine had quickly overfilled the cane to the point the crystal bauble at the end had transfigured into a jagged lightning bolt. Sly was tingling and singed and every hair on his body was standing on end as he darted about needing to get in close to snag the Clockwerk Heart from Rajan and to cast his spell.

"Fulminibus finem meum quaeris, Vis tua furtiva divitias meas auget, Gemmis abundanter salus mea multiplicata est!"[c] Sly called out swinging his cane in a circle just as a bolt crashed down atop him. The pewter head of his cane shifted studded now with six brilliant cut sapphires. where there should have been pain from yet another direct hit Sly felt refreshed the energy transformed by his enchantment into a restorative. "Wow what a rush!" Sly sprinted dead long at the tiger now heedless of the lighting that came screaming his way as each strike only spurred him on faster. With a jump he arced over Rajan's head, in what felt like slow motion he reached into his beltline and extracted a green glass bangle that he secured around the tigers swinging arm. Sly landed with a grin. "Viros et ingenium tuum devoro ut geminum tuum hac hora augeam!"[d] Sly recited the spell that activated the enchanted item. Sly couldn't see what it was doing to Murray but he saw its effects on Rajan, the Tiger had turned to him snarling and then confusion washed his features. His muscles had withered away like water from a hose, the color drained from his coat and his skin sagged on his bones. The bangle slid down his arm and shattered on the ground it and its twin self destructing as intended. Rajan's whole body shook as he stared at the wide world, not a thought in his head before he simply collapsed to the ground drooling and unblinking. Sly collected the staff holding the Clockwerk Heart and went back to the hideout.

Sly arrived to find Murray flexing his muscles; his hide was slightly darker and his profound physical prowess was better displayed now as his musculature was visible despite his hide.

"Sly I know I say this about every gift you have ever given me but this really is the best gift ever. For real."

Sly grinned. "Nothing to it buddy, you know i share better than most."

-0-

Neyla sighed as she flipped open the cellphone not bothering to hold it close to her ear.

"What in the devil do you think you are doing?" Arpeggio squawked at max volume.

"I was speaking with Inspector Fox when she brought up how both the prison and the Contessa's manor are super fortified, it occurred to me it would be better to let Cooper snag the eyes with her out of the picture and let them get roughed up by that caveman Bison." Neyla explained calmly. "If nothing else we can just lure them out to sea, snag the van and dispose of them ourselves." Silence filled the line and Neyla winced at the slight pain even feigning working against Sly's interest brought her it was like a phantom cramp running all through her body not damaging but enough to leave her grimacing

"Very well I can see the point." Arpeggio admitted after a moment. "Try not to take on too much autonomy in this matter, I can't afford for things to go wrong at this stage."

"Of course not. Everything is going smoothly and according to plan." Neyla said just before the line went dead. "... just not your plan."

Prague: Contessa’s castle

The particular area of Prague that the Contessa called home was about as miserable and bleak and dreadfully European gothic as one could ever hope to find. Thankfully with the Contessa in jail there wasn't much they needed to worry about. Rather there wasn't anything publicly documented to worry about, as they discovered on arrival. The Contessa's mind control might be based on exploiting light patterns and based firmly in science but her defenses were distinctly more mystical in nature. Lita took the lead in scouting the town finding spirits and spooks and curses. Bentley was at a loss for most of the trip; it was Lita and Sly's magical tome that figured out what was going on.

-0-

Sly unhooked the Clockwerk eyes from the device they had been rigged to and passed them off to Lita. "Bentley wanted me to scan the schematics for this gizmo, you take those back to the hideout while I handle his chore." the master thief instructed. Sly heard the door open and close as he dug through the drawers collecting blue prints and technical documents and then the door opened and closed again. Sly turned and found the Contessa staring down at him. "Filthy beast rooting through my affairs."

"You're supposed to be in jail." Sly said dumbstruck.

"I paid bail, the law is almost as easy to manipulate as the criminals it claims to pursue. But you already know that don't you? like me you are above petty labels like good and evil." The Contessa declared waving her hand as if to dismiss the very notion that she could be contained.

Sly recoiled in disgust. "No, I'm not anything like that."

"Your family's history says otherwise, A whole dynasty of "noble thieves" as if such a thing could actually exist." The Contessa said, eyeing Sly like something stuck to her shoe.

"My family steals from greedy crooked wack-jobs like you for the fun of it. but also you deserve to lose it all. You're a killer, a con artist, a certifiable nutjob who believes that you are "beyond good and Evil." I'm a good guy. I do bad things to even worse people and when things go right they face the justice they escaped for so long." Sly grinned "but I forgot You're the type of evil that needs something more than a jail cell." Sly flipped his cane around. "Diminuere[e]." he called out a ray of light flew like a bolt of lightning into the Contessa and the spider woman shrank away until she was standing only inches tall. Sly stepped forward lifting his boot and bringing it down on the Contessa who just barely escaped being crushed and was thrown by the gust of air kicked up into a crack in the nearby wall. Sly scraped his boot on the floor before heading back to the hideout.

Paris

Carmelita shook her head the door to her office slamming shut behind her. "you would think the absolute mountain of evidence coupled to her known legal assets would be enough to convince anyone that the Contessa was a major flight risk. Now she's gone without a trace and I've got no clue where to go next to chase down these Clockwerk parts.

Neyla checked the file of her claws, per Carmelita's instructions she was sticking close by in case the Contessa came looking for revenge. "Well according to a memo from your boss one of Sly's known aliases is heading for Canada. I'd say he's planning to go after Jean Bison." Neyla disguised a moan as she was rewarded by the spell as a yawn.

Canada: Nunavut Bay

Sly kinda liked Canada only kinda he could bundle up pretty easily and his fur kept him warm to start with. Murray and Bentley both found Canada unpleasant because there was quite simply no way for them to put on enough clothing to make the climate pleasant. Lita though loved Canada the cold and snow did not bother her a wink and for the first time since showing up at his door she seemed to totally forget about the raccoon as she frolicked in the snow.

The target one Jean Bison was an actual scientific curiosity. Jean was an actual frontiersman or he had been. Frozen in the snow for nearly two centuries he thawed out and proceeded to become an absolute menace. In his time his clear cutting of trees and desperation to "tame the wild north" would have made him a hero but in the modern day it makes him a villain. The modern world is too big, too loud, too noisy and too technical for someone to whom the steam engine was the height of technology. It was as much refusing to adapt as it was desperately clinging to the only life he knew that saw Jean become a criminal. He was the mastermind of transport for Spice. Rajan made it, Jean shipped it out and Dimitri sold it. In his possession were Clockwerk's lungs, stomach, and Talons, an odd collection to say the least.

Sly really had no idea how to deal with Jean. He was a product of his time but that time had passed from memory a long time ago. Sly had actually spent a not insignificant amount of time looking for a spell to banish his foe back in time but everything was either too big a rite or too energy intensive and none offered him the control he hoped for. Sly was sure that a stint in prison would do nothing to Jean except make him a more dangerous part of the drug trade.

Actually confronting Jean didn't seem to be required though as it was fairly quickly discovered that the Lungs and Stomach were being used to power a trio of steam engines into round the clock log transports. no need to stop, no need for fuel and no security or drivers required. The Clockwerk Talons though were trickier as it seemed that Jean had mounted them to his favorite walking stick and was perfectly capable of using them as an Ax.

Neyla walked into the Safehouse as Sly was contemplating things. "Just so you know the big lunk has already been talked into selling his collection of Clockwerk parts."

Sly took a deep breath. "so that means what?"

"It means that Arpeggio sent me in here to kill you and steal the parts right now." Neyla said with a wince. "Obviously I won't be doing that but I've had to pretend I would and it's painful. Also in order to get up here I had to put Carmelita on your trail."

Sly sighed. "Okay listen up when you got here we had already gone out to deal with Jean you couldn't find the parts so you assume we have them on us and you're going to lead us into a "trap" that will take us right up to Arpeggio." Sly said, tapping the alert on the binocu-com.

Neyla grinned as the pain faded. "I'll be thrilled to get out of this triple life. It's killing me trying to keep it all straight anymore."

-0-

Sly really hadn't wanted to deal with Jean at all but if there was no confrontation then Neyla's story would look flimsy. Murray and Bentley were out spoofing going after two of the Clockwerk parts that Sly knew quite plainly weren't there. It was all smoke and mirrors at this point.

"Okay Jean you big oaf where would you leave..." Sly spoke to himself as if he didn't know his main pursuit wasn't miles away. Sly spun as the giant shadow of Jean loomed over his own.

"Idjit thief bargin' into ma home." Jean declared as he lit a stick of dynamite.

"Vi mea vincaris, omni hora glacie inclusus[f]!" Sly called out and in a flash Jean was frozen solid an inch thick sheet of ice wrapped about his entire form. A moment later and the stick of dynamite still in the bison's hand reduced Jean to so many fragments of undercooked meat. Sly hadn't meant to kill him and the sight of his rapidly defrosting remains was not an image he would be forgetting anytime soon. Sly hustled out of the cabin just in time for Murray to drive up in the van Bentley and Lita inside.

-0-

Neyla was "chasing" Sly towards one of the Northern Light Batteries. Arpeggio's plan was that the Cooper gang would be ambushed outgunned and outnumbered and then Neyla would take the parts from Cooper and deliver them to the bird. Of course that was just his plan. Neyla wished she could see the look on his face when he figured out she wasn't on his side. of course once again in order to facilitate this chase she had needed to get Carmelita involved and so she and the vixen were following well behind on a pair of snowmobiles. The tricky part to this was she needed to lose Carmelita and come to Sly's rescue...

-0-

Sly really wished there was a spell that protected against bullets because the gun toting wack-a-doo's of the far frozen north were getting much closer to hitting him than he liked. Thankfully none of them were quite the crack shot that Lita was even with the handicap of having to aim out the window. Sly was sitting on the roof in a gunners seat with a 360 degree swivel, a design borrowed from Otto Von Cooper. The ambush from Arpeggio's forces would have been pretty predictable even without the knowledge that he was out for all the Clockwerk parts. Sly was doing fine picking off the larger vehicles that had the power to actually cripple the van but he was wishing that they had put more than a target reticle on a bit of glass and called it good for protection. The wind and the snow hurt his face and no matter which way he turned he was exposed from three directions.

-0-

Carmelita cussed and swore as her snowmobile stalled out; she could see that Cooper had come to a halt and that the mini army that had been happily chasing the team around the old frontier town was gone. She was about two miles out, maybe she could still reach them if she ran. She looked her vehicle over and realized the reason it had come to a stop was a fuel line that had slowly bled out. She looked on seeing the lights of Neyla's snowmobile pulling closer to the Cooper Gang. she smiled certain that Neyla would catch the crooks after such a lengthy chase.

Arpeggio's Flying Headquarters

"Neyla my dearest you have done wonderfully." Arpeggio praised the tigress as she exited the "stolen" Cooper van. "Finally with all the Clockwerk parts in my possession I can-"

Lita burst from the back of the van four shots rang out from her shock-pistol in quick succession and just as quick the only four guards in the room dropped bodies twitching. "Oooh sorry those looked important."

"Given your fragile constitution... I'd think twice before making any sudden moves." Bentley said, leveling his crossbow at Arpeggio. "This has a lot more kick than you think."

Neyla plucked the bird from his mobility perch, able to restrain almost his entire body with one hand. "no need to call for back up..."

"Neyla, you ungrateful cur! After I pulled you out of the gutters. I should have known-" The crook of Sly's cane which now more resembled the blade of a sickle interjected between the bird and tigress.

"I'm not in the mood for your Freudian excuses and recriminations... you know how to put this monster back together and you are near certain you can put yourself in it. That tells me you know how to take it apart for good." Sly said as the crook not so gently turned the bird to face him. "How do I destroy it?"

"I-" Arpeggio faltered his eyes following the sharp point that was hovering right above his brow. "I won't tell you I can still-"

"Wrong answer." Sly cut the bird off as he lifted his cane. "Sapientia et scientia sicut aqua fluunt, ab una mente ad alteram mihi indica.[g]" Sly recited and a stream of fluid poured from Arpeggio's eyes, the pale yellow glow flowed up to Sly's eyes. For a moment everyone in the room watched as the golden river emptied from Arpeggio into Sly. Then all at once the stream stopped and arpeggio went limp in Neyla's hands.

Sly grimaced as he experienced a headache like he had never known in his life. "Hate Chip." he growled out as he pointed at the Clockwerk Brain. "Destroy it and the rest goes."

"On it Sly." Bentley declared locating the offending tech in seconds. A few seconds later and the turtle was tossing the chip now rigged with explosives out the window. Said window shattered along with the hate chip in a fiery blast a few seconds later. Sly smiled through the pounding headache of having absorbed several years of study in the space of seconds as he watched the partially assembled form of Clockwerk rust and corrode until there was nothing but piles of dust about.

"There's a job well done... I think we are owed a vacation after this..."

Las Vegas

Sly dropped to the bed kicking his pants off he and Lita and Neyla had been tearing a dance floor apart. Murray was out by the race track and Bentley was having a date with a pretty lizard lady he knew though the raccoon had no clue as to where they would have met before. The vacation time had become rather extended. For the first week after they had destroyed Clockwerk for good, Sly had not been able to escape the headache he had. If not for Lita's suggestion of simply transferring the knowledge into a book Sly might still be paying for his hasty actions on the air ship. it occurred to him he had only needed to cast a truth spell on the bird to get the info he wanted and needed. Arpeggio had been left on the airship as Sly activated its Emergency water landing protocol; the brain dead bird was almost certainly food for the fish by this point unless one of his henchmen had come looking for him.

"Oh Master." Lita said from the doorway to the suite's bathroom. Sly glanced over and saw her standing in a new outfit. well new for her it was a version of his sneaking outfit with some personal modifications. Lita was wearing a pair of black pants that hugged her lovely legs ever so nicely. She was wearing a short sleeved shirt that elected for a deep burgundy instead of navy and it had to be custom fitted with the way it clung to her curves. She wore a newsboy cap in the same shade of burgundy with gloves to match. Finally her hair was tied back with burgundy ribbon. "I haven't talked to Bentley or Murray about it yet but we think a uniform could really help the gang's image."

"We?" Sly asked but no sooner had he said it than Neyla appeared in the doorway wearing the same outfit but instead of dark red her outfit was accented in a rich eggplant purple.

"I thought it was a bit daft at first but then she got it on me and well... I get the appeal." Neyla volunteered as both girls approached the bed.

"Tell him about your other gift, Neyla."

Sly turned his attention to the Tigress who grinned before pulling a small thin box from the pouch on her thigh. Sly raised an eyebrow, surely Neyla knew he had a million watches and bracelets, only for his expression to turn to pure shock as he beheld what was actually inside. Resting on a bed of soft towels was a high end pregnancy test bearing three positive indicators.

"I'm thrilled to announce our child." Neyla said, smiling at him. "Though it does mean I have to take things easy for a bit.

Sly laughed; it was just the perfect juxtaposition: the death of his family's greatest enemy and the birth of a new member of the cooper clan. He turned to Lita whose smile faltered for just a second. "What's wrong?"

"I'm a little jealous. I can't give you a child. not without... no you wouldn't want it that way." Lita declared before she pulled herself up the bed. "But nevertheless I think this calls for some celebration. Sly glanced at Neyla who was sliding off the bed and out of her pants in one motion.

"Don't mind me, I think by this point we all know how much fun it is to watch." Neyla said as she crossed the floor to sit in one of the suite's opulent chairs.

Sly turned back to Lita. "Well it would be a shame to put this good mood of mine to waste."

[a]Speak full and plain the truth from your lips to my ears, every question you will answer freely.

[b]As your flesh bears the mark so to shall your mind and soul, I bind you to my service with this mark. I am your master now and forever more. You shall become as an empty vessel filled with my will. To enact my designs is your greatest pleasure to serve your highest ambition.

[c]"With lightening bolts you seek my demise, Your stolen power causes my wealth to rise, With gems aplenty my health multiplied!"

[d]"Thine muscle and wit i do devour to enhance thy twin upon this hour!"

[e]Diminish

[f]Be vanquished by my power, Encased in ice at every hour!

[g]Wisdom and knowledge like water flow, from one mind to another let me know.

Neyla shifted uncomfortably under Lita's intense gaze turning so the baby at her breast was out of the vixen's sight. Neyla had never really given a lot of thought to motherhood. Her plan had been to become immortal and then probably conquer some small city and live out eternity in luxury. Sly had quite effectively changed her mind. Getting pregnant wasn't her intent or idea but once it had happened she couldn't do anything much about it because of the magic brand that made her subservient to his will. She had actually enjoyed her pregnancy, her body filling out and growing ripe with new life had been a wondrous experience. How much of that was due to the aforementioned magic brand rewarding her for pleasing her master was unclear to the lavender hued tigress. She was certain that the magic had dulled the pain of birth for her. She was equally certain that the rush of emotions as she held her daughter in her arms for the first time was something no spell could compel.

Spinel Cooper was pretty plainly her fathers child, a light gray furred raccoon that bore just the barest hints of her mothers pink fur tones. She had slightly more curved claws and when she opened her eyes it was clear she got them from Neyla. She was soft, often running a little hot and very hungry at all hours. Neyla had not slept more than five hours at a time since her birth three months ago and somehow that was wonderful.

"If you want one so badly why not try for one yourself?" Neyla asked Lita.

"I can't... I'm not able to, it's my nature." Lita responded with a scowl. "I'm not just some Carmelita Look-alike, I'm her Doppelganger."

"Doppelganger... from the German double goer... magical duplicates of a person that act out their worst impulses."

"I don't know about the worst but certainly the desires she forbids herself. Personally I think of myself as her Jungian Shadow."

"Jungian Shadow...?" Neyla had to mentally search for that one. "That's the repressed desires that a person hides not just from society at large but friends, family and even themselves. the most base version of a person."

"The most true, some have argued." Lita responded. "but as a result I'm not a whole being I'm a reasonable facsimile thereof... in order to be complete i have to absorb Carmelita's life force. Until then I just don't have enough substance to bear a child."

"Sly would never let you do that." Neyla said after a moment's thought.

"No, and If I did it anyway I'd never get the child I want from him." Lita declared, frowning deeply. "My best bet is for him to find a woman he absolutely wouldn't mind killing and having him drain her lifeforce into me."

Before the conversation could go to any place darker the door swung open and Sly, Murray, and Bentley came in plainly dour moods.

"Master, What's wrong?" Neyla asked as she rocked Sphene to sleep.

The master thief sighed, undoing his mask and letting it fall to the ground. "Found the Copper Family Vault... it's in the middle of Nowhere on a private island owned by an absolute lunatic. who as we speak is trying fruitlessly to break into the front door and has been for years."

Murray shook his head. "and the absolute worst part is we can't think of a single way to actually get in without getting caught.

Bentley put his hand to his chin, his brow furrowed in thought. "It's not even that we don't have enough gear or the right gear, it's that even if we had the right gear we wouldn't be able to be in all the places in time."

"Ah so you need more man power huh?" Lita replied. "I am always happy to help."

"Even if we were willing to expose you, one or two extra people wouldn't be enough." Bentley said with a shake of the head. "No we'd need... a proper gang."

Sly sighed. "We'd have to be absolutely certain about our picks though a job like this has a pay out that could topple governments. The risk of people who might decide that taking us out is worth more than the vault is sky high and then there's the ones that would help us get in just to try and take it for themselves or..." Sly went quiet staring at the floor mouthing all the ways in which a bigger gang could go wrong.

Lita looked at Neyla and gestured with her eyes for the tiger to point out the obvious.

"If you can't find allies... why not make them?" Neyla said, shoving down the waist of her pants showing the mark of her master. "It worked out fine before and now you even have some experience with it."

Sly blinked then his head turned towards Bentley and Murray. Bentley nodded his fingers stroking the edge of his chin. Murray was downing a bottle of workout blend but he nodded as well.

"We'd have to pick carefully. I'm not even talking about the best criminals here, I'm thinking about the best we can find, period." Bentley replied. "Like top of the top given what we know about this and how much we are gonna be going up against blind when we get there."

Murray finished his drink and cracked the knuckles on his hand. "Whatever it takes we are gonna get that vault back."

Sly grinned before looking at Lita and Neyla and his gaze stopped on Sphene. "So Neyla I want you and Sphene to stay put. I'll tell you how things went when I get back."

Neyla felt a twinge of pain as she asked. "and if you don't come back?"

Sly pulled his mask from the floor. "Oh I'm coming back." Sly assured her as he donned the cloth once more. "And I'm bringing help.

Venice, Italy

Sly hopped along the roofs of the famous city of waterways. It was such a lovely place at basically any hour of the day. He was however here to admire some different views. Sly and Bentley were both into high art and reasonably good at spotting fakes and high value pieces but their knowledge didn't go very far back. Sly had only informal training and Bentley's online degree just didn't cover things before the turn of the century. It was time to fill a gap in the Cooper gang long left vacant simply down to their being bigger jobs to pull. If the Cooper Vault actually had treasures dating back to Slytunkhamen the first (and there was no reason to doubt that being true) then it needed an expert eye to account for it all.

Enter the lovely Vanessa Von Chiropter, as intelligent as she was beautiful and she was stunning. A mix of vampire, Honduran white, fox eared, and Giant fruit bat Vanessa stood at seven foot tall seven and a half if you counted the ears and was often described as a marble statue come to life. Her snow white fur was so fine along her arms and legs that it was nigh invisible letting her earth toned skin be viewed by all. She had eye catching wide hips and thick thighs that made her default gait a swaying sensual stride. paired to her breathtaking bust and her casually heart melting smile and it was no wonder she was one of the hottest names in Italian fashion circles.

Her beauty was a more of a bonus to Sly though, Vanessa was one of if not the most respected art historians in all of Europe. Having successfully spotted a dozen fakes in the past six months and not only figured out where they were made but by who and using what tricks. She had degrees in art, history, chemistry, dance and music. Atop all that she was an amateur detective who had solved three murders, four attempted art heists, eight successful art heists and exposed mafia corruption in the theatre leading to over a thousand arrests.

The only reason Sly wasn't presently showing her off to the rest of the gang was because she was presently being stalked by an assassin. Sly had spotted the sniper lining up his shot and had to sacrifice his disguise at the fancy dinner celebrating the bat in order to spoil the shot. With it he had accidentally sabotaged his chances at getting close to the bat and giving her his gift. Sly's cane was far too distinctive and recognizable to bring with him so he had decided on a two step approach. the first a choker style necklace with a spell on it. Vanessa would return to her room, Call Sly leaving the window unlocked before stripping naked and restraining herself on the bed. Sly would come to perform the spell and then leave with her out the window. He had debated making her disappearance seem a bit more permanent but decided that a simple letter expressing the need to get away from it all would work.

Again though that plot was out the window. The enchanted choker had exploded when struck by the bullet that only narrowly missed him and Vanessa. Said blast had had two immediate consequences. Firstly leaving Sly standing in just his boxer briefs and Vanessa in remarkedly less clothing. Second was Carmelita screaming his name and chasing him not just out of the room or building but around the whole city.

Which brings us back to the here and now. Sly's back was pressed up against a chimney his chest heaving and his eyes wide he was feeling distinctly exposed and while he retrieved his cane he didn't really have the spare brain power to come up with a proper spell to distract the Inspector who had made it quite clear she was utterly pissed off about him ruining a second party for her.

"Okay Sly, you can't out run her like this and you can't hide for too long before she spots you again." Sly said, holding his cane tight to his body.

"Ringtail!" Carmelita screamed. She had to be close, the next roof over at the farthest. "I swear to god when I catch that raccoon I'm going to have his balls mounted on my mantle. Especially after whatever he did to Neyla."

Sly suppressed a chuckle and his eyes widened as a thought hit him. "Crea exemplar virilitatis meae, quod Vulpes possidere cogetur. In manibus eius incendia amoris, libidinis et cupiditatis incendet!" [a]Sly said as loudly as he dared, resulting in a slight blue flash as a flawless recreation of Sly's erect cock and balls dropped to the ground before him. Scooping up the phallus Sly peaked around the corner and found himself face to face with Carmelita.

"Coo-" Carmelita was stunned when Sly pressed his lips to hers. The raccoon desperately wished he was doing this as anything but a distraction as he bolted away leaving the vixen holding the distraction he had cooked up. Carmelita blinked owlishly thrice before looking down at the object the master thief had left in her hands. "What on...." She blushed as she realized the grey and black perfectly textured recreation of a cock and balls that she was handling was in fact Coopers. The heat in her cheek spread quickly and it occurred to Carmelita she needed to get off the roof.

Two hours later -

Sly donned his regular sneaking clothes at the safe house with his enchanted necklace gone he was going to have to move on to Plan B. Which was the much more boring option of sneaking into her bedroom directly and just catching her off guard. Further complicating matters was that Sly didn't actually know where Vanessa was staying. More accurately he knew what hotel she was in but not which room. That became a job for Bentley the turtle simply walking into the hotel flashed a fake badge declaring him IT and then spliced himself into their system to locate the bat. at which point Bentley fixed the problem the front desk was actually having before strolling out. Murray got tasked with finding the assassin and making sure he wouldn't be a problem. Sly of course had to actually get in the room

The hotel Fiume d'amore [b]was equal parts historical site and luxury hotel. In truth it was constructed atop an older hotel that had sunk into the river ways of Venice. The current building was made in the late 1800's by the great great grandson of the first hotel's owner and it had passed down through the family ever since. The building had been lightly modernized in stages over the years to the point where every room now offered an internet connection. For Sly, getting in was as simple as scaling the wall on the east side and then sliding a thin tool he kept in his thigh pouch up the crack of the window to undo the latch.

no sooner had he got in then the door flung open and then shut. "Finally I can't believe I was stuck being interrogated like that for nearly three hours!" Vanessa said as she cast off the dark fluffy coat she was wearing revealing to Sly that she hadn't gotten a chance to replace her destroyed clothes.

Sly was glad that the bat had drawn the curtains before leaving or he would have been spotted in an instant. Sly was less lucky in that getting an eyeful of the drop dead gorgeous bat in the buff gave him a raging boner. Vanessa stretched her wings before sprawling out on the bed giving Sly an even more intimate view, namely the shot of her pussy slick and shiny. Before Sly could even blink the bat's digits were stroking her sex, the dark chocolate hued lips parting and mashing back together.

"Hmmm goooood what a turn on." Vanessa moaned as she played with herself one arm covering her eyes as she focused on her fantasy. "All those people got a nice look at me in the buff... I wonder how many noticed how hard I was blushing? mmm, or that I was getting wet." Vanessa laughed as she revealed her exhibitionist heart to Sly. "I bet half the men at the party are stroking one out to the memory of my backside right now." Vanessa slipped two fingers into her sex stroking along the insides of her sex. Sly reached down and undid his fly fishing his cock out of his shorts and stroking himself to the sight. If a beautiful woman was going to extoll how much she loved the idea of being looked at sexually while touching herself he might as well indulge himself. Vanessa's breathing got rougher and her free hand massaged her breasts gently rolling them in her grip. "mmm I think that vixen figured out I was getting hot. She looked a little flushed. I wonder if it was me that was getting her hot and bothered?" The bat moaned her chest heaving as her fingers slid in and out of her pussy. "Mhmm and if i ever see that raccoon again i'm going to have to thank him for showing me off to AHHH!!" Vanessa came her back arching off the bed with a flex from her wings sitting her upright as her sex drooled and convulsed about her fingers. Sly barely managed to keep quiet as his cock twitched and sprayed the curtains with his seed.

Vanessa sighed deeply. "If you are done staining the curtains perhaps you'd like to come out and talk?"

Sly's heart skipped a beat as he tucked his cock back into his pants. before stepping out from his hiding place. "You knew I was there? the whole time?"

"Oh, not the whole time. I was rather... distracted when I first came in." The bat confessed before gesturing to her large ears. "but these are hardly just for framing my face and the zipper is a fairly telling sound." Vanessa grinned at him as she licked her fingers, her tongue winding through the digits and then back into her mouth.

Sly flushed unused to being the one flirted with as opposed to doing the flirting. "You're taking a stranger in your bedroom very well."

"Oh you're no stranger to me... i didn't recognize you at the party but i know the infamous Sly Cooper on sight." Vanessa said her golden colored eyes flickering over him with a smile. "What I can't put together is the bomb you set off and why me?"

"That wasn't supposed to explode... It was the sniper's fault." Sly confessed taking a few hesitant steps forward. "I'm not trying to kill you, that would be counter productive." The thief took a few steps closer. "I'm actually here to make you a job offer."

"Hoh hoh hoh, so the World famous thief thinks to get in bed with one of the people most interested in keeping art out of the hands of crooks." Vanessa smiled broadly. "Come on now, no need to lie."

Sly sighed. "Okay then I was lying about the offer." Sly flipped his cane. "Liga et silentium!"[c] Sly commanded and a web of energy flew from the tip of his cane Vanessa was forced onto her back as the web tied her arms, wings and legs down to the beds corners with a trio of bands muzzling her. "the truth is I wasn't going to take no for an answer." Vanessa looked scared for the first time since the explosion as Sly strode up to her. "Sicut caro tua signum fert, ita mens et anima tua, te ad servitium meum hoc signo alligo. Ego sum dominus tuus nunc et in perpetuum. Fies quasi vas vacuum voluntate mea repletum. Consilia mea exsequi est tibi maxima voluptas ad serviendum summae ambitioni tuae[d]." Sly said before touching the lightning shaped tip to Vanessa's hips just above her sex. Vanessa shook as the spell took hold the symbol of the cooper clan etched on her dark flesh like a tattoo. Sly needed only a thought to undo the spell that bound and silenced the bat.

Vanessa rose from the bed hesitatingly. "i thought you were going to rape me." She sounded just a little bit annoyed by the fact he hadn't.

Sly snorted, offended by the notion. "I'm not a rapist. You want me to fuck you? you're gonna have to beg for it." The raccoon declared. "Now is there anything you want to tell me?"

"I hid an audio recorder in that dresser." Vanessa said and looked confused at why she had. "It's heard everything you've said and done since I got in."

"well we don't want that lying around." Sly said before swinging his cane. "go grab it."

Vanessa rose from the bed and walked to the indicated dresser pulling out a drawer and plucking the device out from under it. "Why am I doing this?"

"Because you are mine now." Sly said with a wicked grin. "Now let's erase all that incriminating evidence and I'll get you into something more fitting for your new role in the Cooper Gang." Vanessa looked pained for a second before she pressed the button and the device began to erase. The mark on her sex glowed and the ghost of a smile began to form on the bat. "see that feels good doesn't it?" Vanessa nodded and moaned. "Good girl, now pick out some clothes you don't particularly like. and some shoes" Vanessa cooed as she walked over to her bags and plucked out a plain looking pair of pants and equally dual turtleneck. With a thought and wave of this cane the clothes went from in Vanessa's hands to on her body. Then the clothes changed shape and color the long sleeves unraveled until they were a short sleeved shirt before the white fabric became umber. the pants went from blue to grey and tightened up around her calves and knees. The unraveled thread of the shirt reformed as a pair of umber gloves on Vanessa's hands and a newsboy cap of the same color. Lastly the selected shoes became matched umber sneaking shoes like Sly wore.

"Ohh this color looks gorgeous on me." Vanessa paused. "Thank you... Master~"

"Now you're getting into the spirit." Sly said before undoing his pants and shoving them to the floor. "You know what I want to hear."

Vanessa pushed her new pants to the ground, her mark glowing as she stroked her needy sex. "Please, Please master~ Fuck me. Fuck me and take me away!"

Sly grinned as he gestured to the bed. "Get in position." Sly commanded and the bat stripped the rest of her new uniform and laid belly down on the bed, her legs just slightly spread enough for Sly to see how her sex was slick with arousal. The Raccoon grinned deviously as he got on the bed. He slid his cock into the bat keeping her hips pinned to the mattress. He couldn't get very deep in her from the angle but that hardly mattered, he wanted to feel her body beg. Sly reveled in the way that Vanessa's bottom jiggled with every impact of his hips. Sly delighted in how her wings fluttered as he coaxed another cry of pleasure from her mouth. Vanessa came quickly, the spell rewarding her for pleasing her master. Sly pulled his cock from Vanessa's snatch and stroked it spraying his seed across her ample bottom and lower back.

"Welcome to the cooper gang Miss Chiropter." Sly said as he left the bed.

*Meanwhile*

Carmelita threw her jacket on the chair in frustration. She had taken a single day off to try and attend an event without scanning for Cooper. Naturally that was the day he not only turned up but tried to take out the guest of honor! The chase had been exhausting and fruitless because she had lost sight of the ringtail when he pulled a fast one and kissed her again. Then she'd had to be questioned about having chased Sly and who he was and yatter yetta yatters. Bureaucratic bull meant she was stuck in the city overnight and had to get a hotel. As she stripped free of her clothes she had only the thought of sleep on her mind

A thump as something fell out of her jacket's internal pocket stopped Carmelita from climbing between the sheets. She paused and collected the object wondering what it was. In the days excitement she had nearly forgotten the strange sex toy that Sly had seemingly given her. She had tucked it into her pocket and forgotten about it until just now. Holding it in her hands she couldn't help but think of Sly the way his lips felt against hers, the strength in his hands and his scent. Carmelita jolted and looked down to where the toy was by her own hands pushing against the lips of her sex. The vixen hadn't realized she was that worked up but then a whisper in her ear told her what else would the toy be for? It was the only excuse she needed apparently because seconds later the toy’s balls were pressing against her hips as she worked the full length into her. Carmelita huffed and whimpered as she used the toy to fuck herself. She dropped to the bed feet in the air as she worked the toy in and out of her sex like life would end if she didn't cum. She couldn't get Sly out of her head, picturing him taking her telling her how he would keep her forever and use her sex whenever he felt like it. Carmelita let out a silent scream as she came her grip on the toy slipping and the toy falling from her sex. The vixen let out one more audible moan before falling to sleep right then and there.

Australia

Sly did not like Australia. On any given job anywhere else in the world he had to watch for guards, boobytraps, hazardous materials and the odd chance of something falling apart unexpectedly. In Australia he had to deal with that and scorching hot badlands, more poisonous and venomous animals than literally anywhere on earth and plants that didn't just want you dead they wanted to insult you afterwards. That was one reason and the locals were another. How a group primarily descended from thieves and outlaws banished from their home countries had resulted in spineless monarchists who still cowed to the British crown was utterly beyond him.

Sly and Co weren't going to be here all that long though. This trip to The Land Down Under was purely about recruitment for the gang. Today's target, one Pasadena Manxley. Whoever said cats hated water would have torn their hair from their head upon meeting Pasadena. A champion swimmer in her school years, she first gained fame when she rescued her entire class from drowning in a flash flood. Joined by her two friends and classmates Georgia Sphynxer and Malibu Heart she would go on to not only take Olympic Medals but also world wide acclaim for daring underwater rescues. The three of them were also big into maritime salvage, having just recently unearthed a shipwreck from the golden age of piracy worth eight times its weight in gold. They had settled for about half that price and still were individually millionaires. The trio were in Australia doing a charity event in which they were leading teens and adults with scuba gear in a contest to identify and remove coral reef parasites. If a single person in the Cooper gang could swim that would be the best place to snare her because otherwise she was never far from her friends it was almost like they were joined at the hip.

Sly sat on a roof with a parasol blocking the sun as he watched the group through the binocucom. "Lita, is it normal for girls to shower together?"

"depends on the setting. School or gym locker room sure. Pool or beach side stalls if it's crowded. at home or in a hotel, that's a little strange." There was a pause and then. "Are you peeping on them bathing Ringtail?"

Sly rolled his eyes. "I am above peeping on girls in the shower. I am however watching them get dressed after getting out of the shower all together." Sly confessed.

"I dunno Sly how are we gonna get Manxley separated from the others without drawing suspicion." Murray asked. "i mean according to this article the last time anything separated them it was when Georgia had an allergic reaction and had to be taken away in an ambulance."

"Murray break out the hospital camo I have an idea." Sly said as he raced down the stairs.

"this should be disastrous." Bentley commented dryly.

Sly smiled as he carried the plates of food to the table handing out three identical orders of salmon fillet. "Enjoy your meal ladies." he said and turned to leave which is precisely when Pasadena started coughing right on cue. Her face flushed like she was choking and swelled up as she kept coughing and fell to the floor. Sly Sprang into action grabbing the diver around the stomach lifting her up. "There's an ambulance out front!" he hurriedly told her friends as he dragged the cat away. Sly passed through the doors quickly the fewer questions they had time to ask the better. Passing the cat off to Murray he ran around the back of the restaurant to change clothes. Now in a disheveled but passing EMT outfit he ran for the van hopped in and they were off.

"See, I told you that would work." Sly said as he clipped an enchanted collar around Pasadena that not only brought an end to her symptoms but would keep her docile and compliant while he inducted her into the copper gang.

"Never doubted you." Murray replied

"I said it shouldn't work." Bentley declared exasperatedly. "Though it seems like anytime I say that lately you pull it off just to prove me wrong."

"Gotta stop underestimating me." Sly said with a shrug. "Okay so for the next step you drop me off and then swing by the actual hospital so it looks like she just vanished."

"Roger that Sly... hey i know we are on a schedule but do you mind if we stop by India for a bit. I wanted to talk to Anita about something." Bentley said as Sly opened the back doors and rolled the stretcher bound cat out and into the hide away.

"No problem this shouldn't take long." Sly declared before closing the van doors. If Sly waited just a few seconds more before running inside he might have noticed the car that pulled to a stop in front of the safehouse.

Pasadena stood still as Sly pulled her clothes off her. Sly took the time to really admire her, she was a lovely tawny brown with rich black hair that she kept cut high and tight in a pixie bob. She had a bob tail just barely there at all and hardly noticeable considering her well developed bottom. Her eyes were a stunning blue shade and she had naturally dark lips and nipples. Sly lifted his cane. "And now is the moment where you become mi-" Sly choked as a strong arm closed about his neck, his cane arm gripped by a pair of strong hands and held straight out.

"Before I choke you unconscious for poisoning and drugging our friend you want to explain yourself?" Georgia Sphinxly growled into Sly's ear.

"not drugged or poisoned, just hypnotized." Sly whispered because the cat did have a pretty firm hold on his throat.

"You're full of it. Hypnosis? you didn't wave a watch or anything."

"If you let me breathe I can prove it." Sly rasped as his vision started to pulsate and he could hear his own heartbeat. To his shock the grip on his throat loosened enough for him to suck in a great gasp of air. "Pasadena. collar off." He said with no small amount of defeat in his voice. The cat reached up and undid the clasp taking the garment off and then instantly a look of confusion washed over her face.

"Georgia, Malibu, where the hack am I..." the cat looked down realizing she was in the buff. "... and where did my clothes go?"

"Holy shit you really know hypnosis." Malibu said letting go of Sly's arm. "Group meeting!" Malibu called and Sly was suddenly free as a bird as the trio of cats whispered amongst themselves.

Sly glanced at the door before realizing there would be no point this was the only safehouse he had in Australia and the van had been fully unpacked for this plan getting away would become a nightmare.

"Okay!" The three cats' united exclamation snapped Sly's attention back to them.

"We are willing to negotiate." Malibu declared

"Excuse me?" Sly asked, caught utterly flat footed by these turn of events. "Negotiate what?"

"the terms of our surrender." Georgia said as if she hadn't just been about to choke the raccoon out.

"I need... so much context for what is happening right now." Sly said, holding his free hand out like he was bracing for impact.

"Pretty simple me and my sisters from other misters are a package deal, and we share E V E R Y T H I N G." Pasadena said with a smile as she drew her friends in close.

"Birthdays." Malibu declared.

"Boyfriends." Georgia said with a smile.

"Kinks." Pasadena declared with a predatory look in her eyes. "more specifically we get off super hard to the idea of being hypnotically dominated." All three girls gave a hum of delight.

"If you can really make us all submit..." Georgia said with a lick of her lips.

"We are game." Malibu voiced.

Sly shook his head, this felt unreal. "So just to be clear as crystal. None of you object to me claiming you as mine. the only caveats being that you demand I take all three of you and that you explicitly crave that I use my control over you sexually." Sly lifted his cap to make sure it wasn't too tight. "Do I have that right?"

Sly watched as a look passed between the girls starting with Georgia on Pasadena's right side and onto Malibu on her left before sliding back to Georgia. The trio of cats smiled and Pasadena spoke up. "We wouldn't mind some uniforms for the position if you have something in mind."

Sly smiled because sometimes you just had to embrace the utterly bizarre nature of the world you lived in. "Alright you girls drive a hard bargain but I'm feeling generous." He laughed. Because really what else can you do when you set out to kidnap and hypnotize someone, and then it turns out you could have her and her friends just by asking. "Hmm I've never tried this on a group before..." Sly said twirling his cane and thinking he knew that spells that ensnared groups existed but that was more mindless zombies and he did not want that. "ah i think i have it! Pasadena I'd like that collar back for just a moment." Sly said, holding out his hand and Pasadena pressed the collar into his palm.

"Incantationem dominationis quam imbuo ut corpus et mentem eorum quoque notem. Servire erit voluptas eorum, dominatio eorum thesaurus maximus. Eis qui hoc induunt, incantatio mea in perpetuum cadit."[e] Sly spoke and the collar floated in the air as his energies flowed into it. "Ex uno tres fac, fieri iubeo!"[f] Sly said and the collar was duplicated still floating in his outstretched hand. "Now then ladies, one last chance to opt out. Once you put these on... you're mine for good." All three girls snatched the collars from him like they would crumble to dust if not taken immediately.

Sly grinned as Georgia and Malibu's clothes fell apart at the seams, all three cats yowled as the mark of the Cooper clan formed on their hips just above their sexes.

Georgia was a more oaken toned and significantly more fluffy coated than Sly had first realized. Malibu on the other hand was white as cleaned bone just a hint of color to her fur. Malibu had beatific golden eyes while Georgia's were equally gorgeous rings of violet. All three girls had the swimmers build petite and strong with just enough curves to them to make a treat for the eyes.

"Master~" all three cooed in harmony. "How can we serve you?"

"Gather up your clothes, or what's left of them, and follow me." Sly said, waiting a moment for the cats to collect the sundry scraps from the floor before walking out the door up the stairs to the luxurious bedroom shared only with Lita. The vixen was presently out arranging for the group's departure from Australia and a little gift for his beloved inspector.

"Now then ladies... I have plenty of experience with the fairer sex but I have no clue how to entertain the three of you at once so... Suggestions?" Sly declared as she shoved his pants to the floor had had planned to fuck Pasadena from the very start but he truly had never entertained two girls at once little alone three.

The trio of cats grinned as Pasadena got on the bed laying on her back and showing off how very flexible she was as she tucked her ankles behind her ears. "I'm super easy to get off so I like to go first.. plus I just love showing off for my girls." The cat revealed her sex drooling as the spell rewarded her for pleasing her master. Sly shucked his shirt and climbed onto the bed. Pining the cat in place was a foregone conclusion to Sly as he slid his cock into her pussy. Pasadena mewled with delight and Sly went to work he could hear Georgia and Malibu eagerly fingering themselves as they awaited their turn. A devious thought occurred to Sly and he whispered into Pasadena's ear.

"You can't cum without my permission." Sly grinned as the cat gave him a pleading look. He could feel her whole body tense as she was flooded with pleasure from her obedience. The cat was right on the borderline but she just couldn't cum her body obeyed even though it didn't want to.

"Please Let me cum~ Please~ Master~" Pasadena begged him her naked need audible in every syllable. Sly grinned as he pulled his cock free of the cat.

"Now you can cum." Sly said as he stroked his shaft. Pasadena let out a yowl of delight as her postponed orgasm washed over her alongside Sly's cum soaking her sex. Sly wasn't concerned about getting the girls pregnant just yet but he wanted the thrill of seeing a girl soaked in his seed.

Pasadena scooted over as Georgia climbed on the bed. "I loved watching you fuck her but it's my turn now master." Georgia said, looking over her shoulder as she swirled her fluffy tail and presented her rump for Sly's use. "I hope you enjoy me just as much."

Sly had dreamed of having a whole harem, that was hardly on his mind as he took Georgia. holding her hips and pulling them back against his cock. Sly would admit it to no one but he had used a bit of magic to enhance himself. He had increased his stamina by lifting it from pro wrestlers in Vegas and he had reduced his refractory period with the same trick. the pay off was that he was able to cum and then get right back to fucking hard as ever and with an equally large load for the next time. Georgia's chosen position gave her a little more input by pushing her hips back to meet his as he pounded her pussy much to the obvious delight of her friends. Georgia mewled out as she came her pussy milking Sly into giving her a cream pie.

Sly flopped over, he definitely had more in him but he had been putting in all the work.

"I get really worked up while watching... Malibu said as she positioned herself over Sly. "i like to give the guys a bit of a break." she declared as she sank Sly's cock into her depths. Malibu rode his cock slow really contrasting the way he had been giving it to the other two felines. Malibu certainly seemed to be getting everything she needed despite the difference in pace. Sly came but Malibu kept going it seemed this ride was over when she was satisfied which was just fine with Sly it wasn't too long before she was cumming her sex spurting as she pulled off of Sly's cock. the raccoon had only a moment to process that he had been left on the brink before learning why.

"Okay girls, big finish time." Pasadena declared as she Georgia and Malibu grouped up all three. All three cats pressed their heads together cheek to cheek as their tongues lapped over and against Sly's cock. Even if Sly hadn't been on the edge of orgasm he wouldn't have lasted long against such treatment. Sly came his biggest load of cum spraying the ecstatic faces of felines who happily licked up the cream he had to offer them.

"Thank you Master Sly~!" All three cats chorused as Sly's cock fell limp despite the sight.

"Oh I'm going to need something real special to handle the three of you..." Sly considered as he lay on the bed. "right the three of you wanted uniforms..." Sly declared slowly rising with a flick of the wrist Pasadena's clothes and the scraps of Georgia and Malibu's outfits rose into the air with another flick the garments changed shape and color. All three girls were dressed in a variation of Sly's clothes but in differing shades of blue. Dark furred Georgia had a vibrant sky blue outfit. pale furred Malibu had a deep navy blue and tawny Pasadena sported an electric blue. All three girls wore grey pants.

"huh i was expecting more of a slave girl or like a belly dancer." Pasadena voiced as she looked at her new boots and gloves.

"Oh I'm sure you'll get to lounge about in outfits like that too, but these are work uniforms my pretty kitties." Sly replied as he stroked under Pasadena's chin. "You're mine and I won't have you turning into housecats on me just yet."

"Yes Master!" all three exclaimed.

Carmelita's home.

Carmelita was not generally one to sit home moping but her boss had sent her home because she wasn't actually getting any work done. That was because Cooper was being suspiciously quiet of late and in fact her encounter with him in Italy was pure coincidence. Carmelita had no leads to his whereabouts the only thing remotely close was reports of a turtle matching Bentley's description boarding a trip to India but the truth was with exception of his glasses most turtles fit Bentley's description. It was actually one of the more frustrating parts of dealing with the cooper gang for the most part they were non descript a change of clothes and they could blend into a crowd. no obvious scars or tattoos to keep track of. All Sly had needed to do to fool her into a dance was remove his cap and mask.

Carmelita scowled at the door as someone rang the doorbell three times in quick succession. Rising from her couch she swung the door open.

"It's written there in English, French, and Spanish." Carmelita pointed to the sign right next to the doorbell. "Do NOT Ring."

"Mille scuse, non leggo in nessun'altra lingua che l'italiano.[g]" the weasel replied in Italian. "Firmi qui per il pacco[h]." he declared, presenting Carmelita with a clipboard. Carmelita frowned as she read the document over before signing it, she couldn't really recall ordering anything though. She turned around adding an Italian translation to the Door note and when she turned back there was a small thin package left where the weasel had been standing. Carmelita gave a shrug before heading inside with her package.

Carmelita pulled the dull brown wrapping paper from the container and found herself staring at a shiny red box marked as belonging to the fabulously expensive lingerie brand "Angel's Silk" far beyond anything she could afford or would usually go after. Her only clue about where it had actually come from was a gift tag dangling off the side.

"To My Favorite Inspector... With Love Ringtail!" Carmelita read aloud before dropping the box to the floor. "Cooper knows my home address?" Carmelita questioned the air before picking the box back up and hesitantly lifting the lid to see what was inside. Resting on the tissue paper inside was a shiny silken cobalt blue and white pair of panties, a matching bra and on either side of it were two folded lengths of cloth.

Carmelita took one of the lengths of cloth out and was shocked to realize that it was a glove or perhaps a sleeve. Curiosity compelled her to strip naked on the spot and pull the garment on the thing tugged clear up to her armpits and enclosed her hands in soft mesh. Pulling its twin on made her more curious about the other parts of this gift. The other two strips of cloth proved to be stockings or perhaps leggings was the more appropriate descriptor. Carmelita was thrilled to slide them clear up to her thigh noting that much like the gloves they put her actual feet and toes in a fine mesh.

"I don't normally use a bra..." Carmelita said to herself as she pulled the garment on discovering that it fastened in the front. The vixen normally used a bustier for the additional support and the freedom of movement it allowed her. Bra's tended to shift and chaff and cause her to jiggle unduly. But if this bra had been sewn in place it could not have fit more perfectly the white straps hefted her breasts up holding them firmly in place. The silky blue portions concealed her nipple but left plenty of her breast on display leaving just enough to tantalize.

Finally Carmelita pulled on the panties and was shocked at how good they felt. They seemed tailor made for her (because they were) having just the right amount of give to let her move comfortably and just the right amount of cling to display her assets in peak conditions. The silk shifting on her fur was a divine feeling.

Carmelita stepped in front of her home's body length mirror and found herself posing showing off her body as if she was trying to encourage Sly to climb into her bed. It was only as she fully registered that her day dreams were about the raccoon that her mild panic from earlier came back. Sly Cooper knew where she lived, he knew her measurements to the centimeter. What else did he know about her that she had never told him?

Lita furrowed her brow as she watched Bentley get into his rental and drive away. "I know what you are up to... and I can't allow it." The vixen declared as she stood up from her stake out position. She had just spent the last three hours watching the turtle alternate between fucking Anita and complaining about how Sly didn't listen to him anymore.

Bentley had truthfully read a laundry list about Sly and in particular his use of magic. Bentley didn't trust magic and he didn't trust Sly with magic. especially since Sly basically brushed off all of Bentley's non-magical suggestions of solutions to the various obstacles of getting the vault back from Doctor M. Bentley had worried about how Sly was possibly taking things to far. he felt like they spell used on Neyla was justified by the tigress being a criminal and a threat but felt that using it on Vanessa was out of line and didn't quite believe Sly when he said that Pasadena, Georgia and Malibu had all demanded he use the spell on them.

Anita (when she had her mouth free) had advised him to have patience and if he was really that uncomfortable working for Sly he should let the raccoon know or simply leave him. Bentley had hemmed and hawed around it before deciding that he would have to actually confront Sly and that meant he might be leaving the Cooper gang.

Lita of course had very little tolerance for anything threatening Sly's life or happiness. Sly would be devastated if she actually hurt Bentley and so in her mind there were a few quick solutions. Thanks to Sly's own efforts she had the exact tool for dealing with the situation.

The vixen slipped in Anita's open bedroom window the lizard lady enjoying a nice post fuck nap. Lita slipped up to the side of the bed with the thin strip in her hand and wrapped it around Anita's throat. The lizard woke with a start as the magic in the collar went into effect, the mark of the Cooper clan appearing on her hips just above her sex.

"Welcome to the Cooper gang, Miss Anita... Bentley will be very happy to hear you've changed your mind."

China, Hong Kong

Sly had looked extensively over the list of candidates Bentley had shown him for people who could fill the demolitionist role they would need for the heist and there was one name he had scratched out immediately, Panda King. Sly would rather rip the knowledge of explosives out of that man's head and leave him a vegetable than ever owe him anything. Sly's blood just about boiled at the idea of asking one of the people who murdered his parents to help him pull off a heist. Maybe he voiced that a little louder than he should have. Maybe it started an actual argument. Maybe he had raised more than his voice.

Sly had brothers not by blood but brothers nonetheless. The fact Murray had shoved his way between them was the moment he realized this had gone beyond a simple argument. The fact that Murray had felt like he had to protect Bentley from Sly filled him with shame and regret. siblings especially brothers fight and after the fight is over is often the only time you realize how much you regret the things you said.

Sitting on the high rise balcony in the night, Sly's thoughts continuously circled back to that fight. It had happened right before the turtle's trip to India so Sly hadn't even had time to apologize. Sly just had to hope that Bentley was feeling calm enough that Sly could actually apologize. Bentley was planning to meet up with them later in Denmark where they would be meeting up with a friend of the turtle's that they were going to recruit.

Sly pointed his binocucom towards the ground and spotted his target. Xuànlì zhī huā Lin was a demolitionist specializing in remote work and dangerous situations. hailed world wide, Lin was a woman who according to some could play dominos using the debris from the job. The red Panda lady being quite easy on the eyes was another reason he had selected her. Lita had pushed him to choose Lin over the equally successful Hao because if he used the spell on Hao the tanuki would want to get sexual with Sly. Of course neither of them realized that she was in trouble when they made that choice. It seemed that some triad boss had decided she was good looking and made a move that was very publicly and painfully rejected, naturally he had decided she had to die for his wounded pride.

Sly called over the coms to Murray. "Alright I'll be in and out in like ten min-" Sly growled as he saw a black van swing up behind Lin and its dark doors opened. "Fuck! change of plans follow that van!" Sly ordered as he saw Lin dragged kicking and screaming into the vehicle. Sly knew he wouldn't be able to keep pace with the car but he could ensure Murray didn't lose it. Reaching into his thigh pouch he grabbed a tracker and whipped it at the van. The Tracker clicked on with a plink just as Murray drove up in the van.

"I wish Lita was here, a fake Interpol agent would be really good right now." Murray commented as Sly buckled up.

Sly stood with about thirty some Triad goons all groaning as they lay on the floor. Sly was feeling energized thanks to the spell he had used to defeat them. He had sapped their energy leaving them feeling like they'd run the length of the great wall of China. As an added punishment he had stolen their vitality. They were prematurely aged like milk left out on a hot day. They might be in their twenties or thirties but they looked and felt like seventy or eighty.

"Hello? Is there someone there... I heard fighting... are you here to help?" Lin asked, She was blindfolded and tied to a chair and Sly had about five minutes before the rest of the building's goons figured out where the distress signal was coming from.

"Sorry, I got a little distracted there." Sly said, picking her and the chair up in one go. "No time to untie, we have to book it out of here."

"Oh!" Lin replied as she was rescued in an unorthodox manner. Sly bolted down the stairs of the fire exit skipping steps two or even four at a time, with Lin letting out an exclamation for each skipped step.

Sly burst out the back door and quickly threw himself and Lin into the back of the van closing the doors as Murray sped off.

"Wow, that was tighter than I liked." Sly said before pulling the bag off of Lin's head. "Hi. I'm-"

"Sly Cooper!" She yelled out in shock. "of all the people to rescue me... but why? I don't have anything worth stealing."

"I need your help stealing my family vault back." Sly confessed thinking he might not have to use the spell that had been a sore spot with the turtle.

"No, pull the other one." Lin declared. "I don't believe that a famous clan of thieves could have their personal treasure trove stolen.'

"Well it's more like the island it's on was stolen... Aw heck with it." Sly said as he gave a flick of his wrist causing the black and gold dress and the garments beneath it to come unstitched and fall to the floor. "I'm done arguing about this." Sly said before touching the tip of his cane to Lin's hips and reciting. "Sicut caro tua signum fert, ita mens et anima tua, te ad servitium meum hoc signo alligo. Ego sum dominus tuus nunc et in perpetuum. Fies quasi vas vacuum voluntate mea repletum. Consilia mea exsequi est tibi maxima voluptas ad serviendum summae ambitioni tuae[i]"

Lin grimaced as the spell marked her with the crest of the Cooper clan. "oooh... what was that?" Lin asked looking from her destroyed clothes to Sly. "can you put my clothes back or do you just enjoy having me naked and tied to a chair in the back of your car?

SLy smirked. "Oh I could put your clothes back but honestly do kinda like having you naked in the back of the car." He twirled his cane and noticed that the crook now bore a trio of red star shaped gems. "Besides, I don't think that dress was quite your color. Sly said, looking her over. without her bra or dress Lin was a tad more voluptuous than Sly had originally thought her breasts bouncing lightly with every bump. Her fur was a single deep red all over except for her face where her white circles ringed her eyes. It was as the master thief's eyes tracked over Lin's lap that he noticed the girl's sex was utterly soaking wet. "Oh is someone turned on by that notion?"

"No, it's the ropes." Lin admitted before looking slightly embarrassed.

"oh into being tied up eh?" Sly said and with a twirl of his cane the ropes came alive unbinding Lin from the chair before retying around her body. "Actually, let's upgrade this." Sly said with a tap the harsh twine ropes became soft pink ribbons. tied in circles around her ankle the ribbon wound about her shins and thighs before tying together at her waist. Ribbons wrapped around her wrists and spiraled up her arms they wrapped around her breasts lifting them up and forcing them together before running up from her waist and down her back. "hmmm I've never really gotten the whole being tied up thing but i think i can at least enjoy the sight of someone who is tied up." Sly said, reaching out and stroking Lin's face. "And I think we both agree you look fantastic in nothing but ribbons.

there was a thump from upfront. "Hey! you know there's no getting freaky in the van. it's too hard to clean out the back." Murray called out. Sly grimaced because that was his rule.

"Right... so i guess you get your Uniform and then once we get to the safe house things get fun." Sly said, giving a flick of his wrist. Lin's body was swiftly clad in the Cooper gang uniform grey pants and a bubblegum pink shirt with matching boots, gloves and a cap.

"You didn't take the ribbons." Lin commented.

"Well, one of us might as well enjoy themselves." Sly replied.

-0-

Sly Escorted Lin to the bedroom. Murray was headed back out to his favorite all you can eat buffet.

"So tell me the ropes... ribbons... being tied up. How'd you get into that?" Sly asked as Lin sat down on the edge of the bed.

The red panda sighed as she pulled off her uniform. The ribbons still bound about her body had clearly gotten her excited even after she was dressed. "My first love was a very... unconfident man... he could not take action of his own accord. I tried everything every teasing trick I could until I stumbled upon the idea of pretending to be tied up. Suddenly his hands were all over me and then I..." Lin flushed her sex glistened with her arousal and she stroked it, her brand glowing as she pleased Sly with the show. "before i realized it the ropes and the cuffs and ribbons were the things that turned me on i like being... bound. In my partner's power... submissive to their desires. Helpless." Lin was outright masturbating now and Sly had every intention of enjoying the show. The red panda's finger squelched lewdly as she stroked the folds of her sex a single digit darting in and out of her sopping box. "I want to be ... treated like an object of desire!" Lin's sex grew noticeably damper. "I Want to be Taken!"

Sly gave a flick of his wrists and the ribbon bound about Lin's arms and legs extended wrapping about the corners of the bed taking her hands away from her sex and spreading her helplessly. The red panda moaned, her eyes fixed on Sly as he took his clothes off his erection bobbing before him.

"That's music to my ears." Sly declared as he climbed atop the bed and above Lin "you see because from now on you are mine." Sly declared as he sank his cock into Lin's depths. Lin whimpered and Sly Knew that she was on the edge of orgasm already. the master thief didn't have a lot of restraint as he fucked his newest recruit. The trip to the hideout had been long and he hadn't been able to stop picturing the sight of her sex gleaming with arousal. The image of her naked breasts heaving and the nigh invisible flush to her face had not left him the entire trip. The Raccoon delighted in Lin's submission in a way that had nothing to do with his magic. she didn't speak not by command or restraint but because to ask for anything was to assert her will. Her eyes pleaded for more the naked lust for domination written plain on her features and her body made clear her acceptance of her position with the way her sex clung to his cock as if begging him to stay inside. "Come for your master." Sly whispered in her ear before kissing her deeply. Whether it was the spell, her own submissive nature, her own excitement or some combination of those things Lin came, her sex milking Sly's cock to his own climax and working hard to drain his balls. Sly pulled his cock from the Red Panda as he ended the kiss. "good girl."

"thank you master." Lin whispered as Sly curled in next to her. The red panda sighed as the binds uncurled from the bed and swirled about her pulling her limbs tight around herself. Sly pulled her into his arms, holding her like a body pillow. Lin smiled snug and warm in Sly's grasp as he drifted to sleep and she followed him into slumber.

Carmelita's home

Carmelita sighed as she got back to her home. She had been called in because of a tip off about Sly being confirmed by multiple persons as having been in Hong Kong. Nothing had gone missing and there was nothing to indicate that Sly had been there for anything but time off. She was shuffling through her mail when she spotted the package. The box was wrapped in plain brown paper, the return address lacked a company name, a discreet package was perhaps the single most suspect thing that Carmelita could imagine at the moment. After ducking inside her home the Vixen tore away the wrapping beholding soft orange rectangular box with navy blue lining. A silver plaque on the lid at the front bore the inscription "Carmelita's toy box."

"Toy box? What are you up to Ringtail?" Carmelita said, unlatching the box, shoving it open. The vixen gasped shocked at the contents of the box. She really should have guessed that Sly would send her something more intense than dolls. The lid held a number of straps the purpose of which wasn't immediately obvious. two trays on swing arms that lifted up and to either side of the box held a pair of pasties shaped like blue hearts and a set of blue nipple clamps respectively. Below those trays there was a silvery anal plug with a brilliant blue jewel in its base. Next to that a trio of wires carefully bundled led her eye to the trio of vibrating egg type toys and their shared control. beside that was a double ended phallus formed from a dark blue gel. a dozen beads of slowly increasing girth. Next to that was a simpler vibrator of a style the inspector had never seen before that had a bulge behind its handle.

"Okay... now what are you for?" Carmelita asked the toy as she extracted it from the chest. "Well beside making my legs go weak?" Carmelita stripped bare curiosity making her incautious. After stripping naked she located some batteries and made the toy ready to run.

Carmelita laid down on her bed and spread her legs. She had gotten excited enough that the toy slipped right into her with no problems. When she flicked the toy on she quickly determined what that bulge in front of the handle was for. The bulge was made up of a dozen or so soft gel peaks that were positioned just right so that when the toy was snugly pressed into her pussy they rubbed against her clit. Carmelita bit her lips working the toy in and out of her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the feelings of the toy. A fantasy formed in her mind, Sly was standing over her his cock throbbing as he told her he wanted to watch her cum. In her fantasies Sly demanded for her to prove her devotion by cumming with every last one of her new toys. Carmelita squealed with delight as she came, the vibrator slipping from her grip and her pussy. Carmelita panted on the bed as the Sly of her imagination insisted she keep going even telling her which toy to use next.

Carmelita rose from the bed turning the vibrator off as she collected the chest of sex toys pulling the double ended dildo from within it. The toy was pressed into her sex without a second thought. the gel toy having just the right blend of give and firmness to drive her wild. It wiggled and twisted within her as the voice of her lover told her that she should get used to this one. Perhaps it was her own fevered imaginings or sensitivity or both but Carmelita came quicker than she had while toying with the vibrator.

The inspector reached into the box plucking the nipple clamps from their place fastening them to her chest. She had expected it to be painful but the clamps held her firmly without just crushing her sensitive nubs. She moaned each breath each tiny shift of her chest made her new toys shift and stroke her in utterly delightful ways. With a groan a thought occurred to her and she reached down into the toy box plucking the pair of heart shaped pasties out. sure enough they went right over the clamps and more excitingly she learned that they were in fact vibrating toys. Carmelita came a third time, the simple joy she got from teasing her breasts was beyond stating.

The vixen dipped her hand into the toy box again at the phantom urging of Sly and took hold of the string of anal beads. Carmelita panted feeling unsure for a moment because she absolutely did not know if she could handle even the smallest bead. The Interpol agent had never before tried Anal stimulation.

"Lube them up and push them in for me." Sly insisted even though he was not in the room.

Carmelita rolled onto her side rubbing the first few beads against her pussy getting them slick and slippery before guiding the first one to her ass. The vixen was shocked at the ease the bead pushed into her. Then the second and the third and the fourth and fifth slid in with only the slightest resistance. She rubbed the beads on her pussy some more, getting them lubed before more of them were pushed into her rump. Each added bead shifted inside her writhing with her body driving her wild as parts of her she had never touched or imagined before rejoiced. Carmelita gasped as her fingers landed on the ring at the end of the string she couldn't have imagined it before now but every last bead was now inside her ass. Slowly, cautiously, the vixen tugged on the ring and the beads began to exit her body. She moaned and whimpered as her ass clenched around each of those perfect blue spheres jealously holding onto them until they popped free of her ass. Carmelita's brain felt like it was oozing out her ears she was so hot and needy, as the last bead slipped from her ass she had an absolute gusher of an orgasm her sex utterly soaked.

Carmelita set the beads aside and grabbed the anal plug from the toy box. She grinned her tongue sliding from her lips as she rubbed the smooth metal against her, getting it nice and slick before pushing the plug into her bottom. Her anus resisted despite the lube the toy was just too big but then suddenly it wasn't the plug popped into her ass and was held in place by her ass closing around it. Carmelita sat for a second panting, inserting the plug had been a thrill but actually wearing it was a touch dull. Her eyes turned back to the box and she extracted the last toy. The trio of vibrating bullets had soft clamps, Carmelita gasped as she set them up. The first two went on the outer lips of her sex. the third she wrapped around her clit with a moan. With a little prompting from her Ringtailed hallucination she turned the vibes on. The device had six power settings. The first was plainly meant for long term stimulation, it was low pulses on and off. The second she found was the same low energy but as a longer buzz. The third setting was still the same power but now as rapid-fire shakes. The fourth was a stronger buzz but back to the on off pulses of the first, the fifth was an even stronger thrum that she could hear as much as feel. The sixth and final setting saw the little motors inside rev up to their full power and not let go. with every shift and shake and wiggle of her hips Carmelita felt the anal plug shifting inside her. She lasted exactly six seconds once the vibes were turned up to max before she climaxed so hard she saw stars.

Carmelita gulped for air like she was drowning as she shut the vibes off her breath was so hot she was fogging the air in front of her. Her fur glistened with sweat as removed the toys from her body and set them aside to be cleaned. Her legs shook as she rose from her bed and went to wash off her exertions.

Denmark

Penelope was a friend of Bentley's, a friend he had met in an internet chat room. the mouse (possibly a rat it was hard to say until you met them in person) was a Remote Vehicle operator Par Excellence, Enough that Bentley himself considered her superior to himself. Which was very good because taking back Kaine island was going to require skills that Bentley didn't have in exactly that area. There was as always one complication, Penelope worked for the Black Baron. The Black Baron was in charge of an Aerial combat competition run annually. He was the champion for more than a few years running now with no sign of it ever changing. Penelope said that she wasn't going to leave the Black Baron's service till he lost.

"You know I do know how to fly a bi-plane... we could try doing this on the level." Sly said as he made his way around the competitors' village towards the Black Barons hide out. Well hide out was probably the wrong term; it was better described as a Strong Hold.

"Yeah as fun as helping you live out your fantasies of being a daring air pirate are... we need to get this show on the road." Bentley replied and Sly could hear the smile in his brother's voice. "No, this way works way faster and it's much safer. We cast a spell on the Baron, he fires Penelope and we scoop her up for the big job."

Sly heaved a feigned sigh. "spoil all my fun." Sly said, scaling the walls of the Baron's manor. "Oh so about Anita's uniform... did she like it?"

"She says black is more her color but i personally think she looks good in green."

Sly grinned as he placed his glove against a wide window. After a second the glass rippled and he stepped through it like it was a thin sheet of water.

"Talk more in a bit. I think the Baron is coming in." Sly said, taking aim with his cane.

A moment later the door swung open and the dark suited aviator entered only to topple over stunned by the brilliant blue bolt that had lanced out from Sly's cane. "So glad i learned that cantrip, it's gonna save me a lot of headaches." Sly said as he shut the door and locked it. "So Black Baron, let's talk about how you are going to help me." Sly crouched over the Black Baron and found himself wondering what the pilot even was, his best guess was terrier hound. "You are going to remove Penelope from your staff and fire her in just the most painless but publicly humiliating way you can think of."

"Impossible. Utterly undoable." The Black Baron replied gruffly. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't do that."

"What you want and what you are going to do are very different things." Sly declared as he tore open the barons shirt and was very confused to find a metal frame. "What??

"I can't fire Penelope because I am Penelope." The Baron replied. Sly scowled as he used the sharp hook of his canes to rend apart the faux face of the Black Baron revealing the purple furred mouse he had come seeking to employ. "Guess you and I won't be working together anytime soon." Penelope declared with a grin far to smug for someone presently unable to move anything but their face.

Sly's lip curled. "On the contrary..." he snarled as he gave a twist of his cane ripping the Black Baron outfit asunder and leaving Penelope staring at him with concern in her big doe eyes. "...The terms of your new employment will bring us quite close." Sly declared pressing the cane to her now bare hips. “Sicut caro tua signum fert, ita mens et anima tua, te ad servitium meum hoc signo alligo. Ego sum dominus tuus nunc et in perpetuum. Fies quasi vas vacuum voluntate mea repletum. Consilia mea exsequi est tibi maxima voluptas ad serviendum summae ambitioni tuae[j]." Sly recited and as always the spell placed a mark on his newest servant. Sly dressed her in a new uniform, the tatters of black baron becoming a Black shirt, cap matching boots and gloves and a pair of grey pants.

Penelope got up off the floor slowly and stared at her new gloves. "what did you do to me?"

Sly was about to bluntly inform her of what he had done when the reality of the situation caught up to him. He had acted in the moment and out of anger but that didn't change the fact he had made it exactly three days before breaking his word to Bentley. He had told the turtle that he wouldn't be using the Mark of conquest anymore and that he was absolutely not going to use it on Penelope. Sly grit his teeth he could already feel the headache he was going to get from this fight coming on.

"I've made you the biggest headache of my life... but I can't undo this so you are coming with me." Sly waved his cane and the window changed shape becoming thicker at the cost of no longer filling the whole frame. Penelope had walked over to him, her face flushing with the pleasure of following her first order. Sly scooped her up and leapt from the window deploying his paraglider which thanks to some enchantments now allowed him to fly straight back to the hideout.

"You swore you'd stop using that spell! You swore you'd never use it on Penelope!" Bentley had started on Sly the minute the mouse was through the door. It didn't take a genius to figure out why Sly had come back from the mission with her at his side and dressed as a member of the gang already.

"If you'll let me explain." Sly pleaded.

"Oh no you aren't smooth talking your way out of this. I can't trust you anymore Sly. you're reckless, You always have been but ever since you brought that book back it's so much worse."

"Look, the plan we came up with fell-" Sly started.

"I'm Done! Done with this gang. Done with magic. Done with you!" Sly recoiled as Bentley jabbed a finger at him. "I'm not going any further with this... I'm packing my things and I'm leaving. You are on your own."

"Hey Bentley come on I know you're mad but-" Murray pleaded with the turtle who simply stormed past him towards his room pulling the door shut with a slam.

Sly jerked as Anita laid her hand on his shoulder. "I'll try and calm him down. You should probably get packing too though." the anole said as she slipped past Murray and into the just closed room.

"Sly... What are we gonna do if Bentley doesn't calm down?" The hippo asked his eyes begging for an answer that the Raccoon just didn't have. Sly simply turned and walked up to his room.

Anita felt like someone was tying her guts into an elaborate bow. Bentley didn't travel light, he had all number of instruments he had collected or made over the years and it was clear that as he packed his things he was having to consider how much good any one of them would be to him in whatever new life he picked out. Anita was frozen, she really did love Bentley but the matter was no longer in her hands. Lita had been very clear about what the anole was to do if Bentley tried to leave the cooper gang. Disobeying Sly, even indirectly like this, was agony. Sly had never said Bentley couldn't leave, but he had made it clear that junior members of the gang had to do as Lita said.

The anole took a breath, extracted the thin band from her pocket and wrapped it about Bentley's neck. She watched him stiffen and then felt very strange. The necklace Bentley had worn since he first got it from Sly was a similar type of magic. When the band containing Sly's spell of conquest was clasped about his neck the two magics collided. A spell that, though not designed as such, enslaved a person to another's passion and a spell that made whoever it was placed on joyously subservient to another's will. as the magics met they mixed the choker fusing to the turtle's necklace.

Bentley sighed he had no clue what had been done to him. Like anyone else who was touched by Sly's Spell of Conquest he now had the Cooper clan mark on his hips just above his cock and balls. Unlike them he was and would always be unaware of this. The enchantment on his necklace included making its effects unnoticeable to the wearer and that had carried over to the new fused spell. Bentley was totally in Sly's power and he would just never notice. It would never seem strange to him that he agreed with Sly on everything because the spell commanded him in his own voice.

Bentley turned to face Anita and sighed. "I'm going to have to apologize for this for a week. I shouldn't have blown up on him like that."

Anita nodded, still sorting her head out. because she had been affected by the necklace, the change in its nature was affecting her. Anita had known she was under a spell that commanded her to obey Sly and now she also knew that she was under a spell to obey Bentley. So long as the two desires didn't contradict she would be fine.

"would you like to fuck me until your fully calm?" Anita offered stripping off her pants and laying on the turtle's bed. Bentley grinned in reply, his eyes sliding right past the mark of the Cooper clan on his girlfriend's hip as he prepared to mount her.

Sly looked up everything in this safehouse was packed up except for the bedding and Penelope was just sitting in the doorway.

"So is he always that dramatic?" the mouse asked and Sly contemplated telling her to take a flying leap before recalling why he had needed her so badly.

"Make yourself useful." Sly instructed gesturing to the boxes. "Get this stuff in the van."

Penelope frowned and then grimaced before walking over. "would it kill you to say please?" She asked as she picked up one of the boxes.

Sly hefted a box up. "I don't like your attitude." Sly said and Penelope flinched like he'd actually struck her. "I want a full explanation of this Black Baron business."

Penelope hissed and winced before she began to explain. She told him the original impetus for the construction of her alter ego in the age restriction placed on the aerial competition that had stymied her entry. How she had done so well the first few years that she hadn't felt comfortable disposing of the identity when she was the proper age for entry. how the Black Baron kind of took on a life of his own and she was just constantly pulled along by the weight of her own creation. Lastly she confessed that she wasn't even having any fun with the role anymore.

"Mhmm..." Sly hummed as he realized the bedroom was empty of boxes and only the sheets of the bed remained uncollected. "So any other embarrassing secrets you don't feel like sharing but will anyway? Perhaps about your ex-boyfriends?"

Penelope grimaced before blurting out. "I don't have any ex-boyfriends because I'm a capital V, Virgin and have only ever gotten off by myself." Penelope clasped her hands over her mouth.

"Oh really?" Sly asked, his mood improving. "What's the number one thing that gets you all wet?"

Penelope whimpered as she answered. "hunks with clean smiles and that look in their eye that says get on the bed your mine tonight."

"heh would have guessed a girl like you would prefer a guy with brains over looks but i suppose it's true what they say about the quiet ones."

"Huh? what do they say about the quiet ones?" Penelope asked and SLy could tell she was actually confused by his statement.

"The quiet ones are the ones with the most twisted sexual desires and slash or are the most desperately horny people you will ever meet."

"Look, masturbating twice daily is normal and healthy!" Penelope protested.

"But you do it more than that don't you?"

Penelope looked away, her lips trembling as she tried to hold back. "I take four of five breaks a day and just spend time watching porn and playing with myself i cum three or four times per session." the mouse's pink fur did not hide her blush from Sly in the slightest.

"Well that sounds very healthy." Sly chuckled. "so tell me what's your top three kinks?

"Sub/Dom, Impregnation, MILFs." Penelope said, trying to hide in her turtleneck.

Sly smiled as sat on the bed. "oh you are going to love working for me."

"I don't so far."

"well that's because you aren't seeing the benefits... yet. " Sly patted the bed. "sit here and I'll illuminate you."

"I think you mean enlighten." Penelope said as she sat on the bed next to Sly.

"I think it works the way I said it. so... let's start with why Bentley got so mad when I came in with you..." Sly frowned deeply before moving on. "that little mark makes you mine. Nobody including me can remove it. It's self reinforcing, if you even think too hard about acting against me it hurts. but if you listen and obey and especially if you do things you know I'll like you'll get a buzz of pleasure."

"not sure that's a benefit so much as brain washing?" Penelope replied cautiously.

"Oh no, that's not the actual benefit. The benefit is that I strive to take care of my ladies. and that includes you. and you see I think our romantic goals line up very nicely."

"I don't really have any goals.... wait you mean my sexual fantasies?"

"Mhmm... look me in these big brown eyes and tell me you don't find me attractive but only if you mean it." Sly said, catching himself at the last minute.

"I mean you are a real hunk and you have a nice smile so yeah you are definitely my type..." Penelope confessed, unable to look away from Sly's eyes.

"That's what i thought so how about this as a benefit, i know from that picture you sent Bentley that you have... lets say image issues. I can give you that body. What's more I can give you any body you'd like."

Penelope looked at him like he just offered her ice cream in mid summer. "Y-you can?"

"Not only can I, I will. See I've had this little idea brewing since you told me about your kinks." Sly grinned as Penelope finally stopped staring straight into his eyes to hide her blush with her hands. Sly pulled her hands away from her face and tilted her chin up so her gaze was on him once more. "Tell me if this doesn't sound like a good time. Imagine me pinning you to the mattress here, stripping you naked and taking your virginity. Imagine me pumping your little mouse hole full of cum ensuring that you are pregnant. Imagine months later you are the kind of MILF you liked to watch and I'm the one who-" Sly paused as the mouse was trembling in his grasp. "Are you... cumming?"

"Yeah~" Penelope replied with a crooked grin on her face.

"We haven't even gotten started yet." Sly declared with a slight laugh. "oh i am going to love knocking you up." The master thief declared as he leaned down to kiss Penelope on the lips as one might expect the self declared virgin wasn't exactly skilled but if nothing else she had enthusiasm sucking on Sly's tongue as he stroked her blonde locks. Pulling away from the mouse Sly was only slightly surprised to see the thin strand of saliva that broke as their lips moved further apart. "You are wearing too many clothes." Sly declared and Penelope pulled her shirt and bra off as if they had caught fire. Kicking her boots off she wiggled free of her pants like she was trying to escape a deadly predator. Her hat fell from her head with the activity and Sly worried she was going to tear the gloves as she yanked them off her hands.

"Well now you are the only one wearing too much." the mouse panted out. Sly tossed his cap aside before tugging his gloves off. He made a show of tugging his shirt up and off and was well pleased to see the mouse actively drooling from both sets of lips at the display. Sly kicked his boots off, undoing his belt buckle and letting the weight carry his pants to the floor. Penelope gawped as Sly's cock stood up, the tip already starting to glisten with pre. "That's... can that even fit in me?"

"Oh no need to worry about that." Sly said climbing atop the bed and the mouse. Sly knew that she was slimmer and shorter than him but it only just now connected that she was truly smaller than he was in every way. "So my little mouse here is what's going to happen... I'm going to fuck you until your pussy is shaped like my cock, I'm going to make you wish it would never end as you beg me to stop. I am going to pump you so full of cum that you're going to look three months pregnant and then I'm going to make sure it takes. I'm going to make you squeal and cum harder than you have ever cum in your life." Sly paused as the mouse made that silly smile again and he realized he had talked her into an orgasm.

Sly wasted no more words he pulled the Mouse's legs apart and pulled her hips up onto his lap. Penelope's sex was so slippery that Sly had to actually guide his cock into her because it kept sliding off. Penelope's doubts about whether or not she could handle sly proved slightly prescient; the truth was that she couldn't take all of him. There simply was not enough mouse cunt for all the raccoon's cock. Not that either of them had any reason to complain, as Penelope's sex was hot, wet and tight enough to be nearly overwhelming and Sly's cock had more than enough girth to satisfy. Sly took his time, the petite mouse was a virgin and he wanted her to enjoy sex as much as he did. Penelope lasted all of a minute before she was brought to orgasm by Sly's cock pushing in and out of her tight love tunnel. Sly kept going not so much ignoring her orgasm as fully intending to keep his promise of making her cum harder than she ever had. Penelope gasped and giggled and clung to Sly like he was a buoy in a storm. The mouse had failed to remove her glasses but they were no longer on her face. Sly delighted in the way her legs wrapped about his waist and her arms clutched around his back, she was utterly lost in the pleasure he provided her. Sly sucked in a breath through his teeth as he started cumming true to his word he gave Penelope's sex a proper filling.

Sly pulled away from Penelope, lightly shoving her off him and onto the mattress. "Now then to make sure it takes." Sly said, calling his cane to hand with a gesture. He placed his hand on the mouse's navel "Matura uterum eius velut fructum in vite et da ei aeternam formam divinae matris!"[k] Sly called out reciting a spell that he had memorized but not needed until now. There was a flash of light underneath Sly's palm and he lifted his hand away. A circle surrounded by wiggling lines like a sun was now a deep indigo tattoo on her flesh and fur. As he watched the image was added to. A stylized heart swallowed the sun and then horns appeared on the heart curling out down and back in before each was covered with clusters of hearts like a bundle of grapes.

"ohh that feels... so warm." Penelope said and then the rest of her body began to feel the effects. Her hips widened before both their eyes, her thighs thickened and her ass rounded such that she was lifted a solid inch from the bed. Penelope stared in disbelief as she went from nearly flat chested to actually melon sized breasts in the space of seconds. "hoh... oh yeah..." The mouse said cupping her new breasts grinning from ear to ear. "oh fuck me this is the greatest thing to ever happen in my life!"

"No, that's in nine months." Sly said, pulling Penelope's hands from her breasts so that he could enjoy them.

"What is gonna happen in nine months to top this?" Penelope asked propping herself up on the bed so Sly could better play with her boobs

"You'll become a mother." Sly declared and he watched Penelope flush in just the cutest manner.

Carmelita's Home.

Carmelita was just getting back in, she had sat around the house long enough and decided to put her vacation to good use. Wherever Sly was he was keeping his head down except for his gifts to her the ringtailed leader of the Cooper gang had been totally silent. She wasn't particularly surprised to find the package in her mail box at this point she was almost expecting it. heading inside she unwrapped the box and found herself staring at a portable DVD player the kind that had its own screen built into it. Naturally curious she plugged the device into the wall by her bed and then flicked the power on. The screen flashed the Cooper gang's logo before the raccoon himself appeared.

"Hello there inspector. I hope you are playing this somewhere... private. This is very much for your eyes only." Carmelita raised her right eyebrow. "If you aren't some place private i suggest you hit pause and get somewhere private. For the sake of your reputation as much as mine. I'm also going to recommend..." Sly leaned closer to the camera and stage whispered to her. "... That you get naked to better enjoy the show." Sly's video self grinned as Carmelita hit pause. The vixen stripped naked as she had been told, she hit play curious what was in store. "All comfy? Good." Sly vanished from the screen and Carmelita found herself looking at a group of young women all wearing variations on Sly's clothes. Their faces were covered not in the discreet domino mask he wore but in shiny leather hoods that let only their eyes and mouths poke free. three cats, a bat, a red panda, a mouse and a vixen. "So I'd like you to introduce you to my newest recruits and personal harem." Sly's voice declared, Carmelita felt her heart skip as her frequent fantasies of Sly as some master seducer with a harem of eager slave girls flooded to her mind. "There's actually one more but she's indisposed." Sly informed her as the camera panned over the group. Carmelita couldn't help but notice the Smiles that were distinctly not forced. "go ahead and show the inspector proof that you are mine." Sly ordered and every girl reached down shoving their pants down exposing their pussies and the fact that just above their clefts the symbol of the cooper gang no of Sly himself was tattooed onto their flesh. "Thank you very much ladies!" Sly said but not a one of them made a move to recover themselves. "Naturally I can't have you figure out their identities just yet..." Sly said as he swept the camera up to their faces once more and Carmelita saw a distinct hunger in their eyes as they grinned into the camera. "Alright ladies. Like we discussed."

Carmelita was startled as the scene suddenly shifted. She was watching the vixen on her knees, her lips wrapped around Sly's cock bobbing up and down. Carmelita's confusion traded easily for lust as she began to stroke her sex as the other vixen sucked on Sly's cock eagerly and devoted to pleasing the master thief. Carmelita felt more than a little spark of jealousy, she wanted to be the one fellating Cooper.

"My lovely vixen here is the first of the bunch, we have fucked day and night and she still can't get enough of me. Can you my sweet?"

The vixen pulled Sly's cock from her mouth for only a second. "No Master, I can't." She said huskily before filling her mouth with Sly's cock once more.

Carmelita bit her lip as she moaned at an exchange pulled right from her fantasies. The scene changed again now the Bat was on the bed, her clothes stripped away as she stroked herself seemingly for Carmelita, though probably just for Sly or maybe the camera.

"My night time darling here loves to put on a show. I love to watch and she loves to be watched." Sly Announced. "She's the third to join us..." Sly said as the camera zoomed in on the bat as she fingered her sex. Suddenly the bat was being sprayed thick white ropes of cum splashing on her loins. "I like to make sure she knows how much I like the show.

"Thank you Master!" the bat lady cried out.

The scene changed again and now Carmelita watched as the trio of cats crowded Sly's loins, two of them sucking on his balls and the third suckling at the tip of his cock. "Hoo oh these three are a package deal i got them all at once." The trio of kitties briefly stopped their oral stimulation to smile into the camera. "members four five and six here believe in sharing to the point that they actually insisted on all being my pets. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Master~!" All three girls chorused just in time for Sly to start cumming which sent the trio licking at his tip and each other's faces to lap up the cum he was spraying them with.

The scene flickered once more and now the scene was the red panda suspended naked in the air on thick ribbons that had her trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey. "My sweet little blossom here is a rescue, I was just going to bring her on for a job but it turned out she was getting quite hot in the ropes I found her in." Carmelita was treated to a shot of Sly stroking and fingering the bound pandas sex. "She's a joy to snuggle up with at night and of course fucking her while she's tied up gets her off like nothing else."

"Thank you Master." came a tiny voice that presumably belonged to the red panda.

the scene changed again and now it was the mouse on screen. she was laying on the bed rubbing her sex as she stared at sly behind the camera. "This is the latest addition to my harem." Sly declared. "she was kind of unplanned but once i got her in the bedroom i could hardly stop myself. oh and i had far too much fun and now she's pregnant. I can't wait for the baby and neither can she. pregnancy has made her plenty horny and she's only a week in."

"T-Thank You Master!" The mouse said shakily as she gave Sly a look of adoration more naked than she was.

Carmelita moaned as the scene changed again this time the camera looking at a naked sly stroking his cock as he stared into the camera. "You might be asking yourself; "why would Sly send me a video of the ladies he's fucking?" and the answer is I want you to get used to them. See soon very soon you are going to be mine too. I know you want me and i want you to. i want you so bad Carmelita." Sly declared as he started cumming and the sight of his cock spurting and spraying his chest with his cum set Carmelita off. "There's another gift for you in the box with the player. It's under the bubble wrap." Sly said just before the screen faded to black.

Carmelita bolted from the bed, her fingers still sticky from her self pleasure. digging through the box she found her gift. Her own version of the cooper gang- no the cooper harem uniform. a cap matched to boots and gloves in a yellowish orange, a turtleneck in the same shade and grey pants. The unsaid portion of this gift, that Carmelita was already a part of his harem, bounced around the inspector's head and she was filled with a mix of excitement and disgust at that excitement.

Somewhere in the Pacific ocean.

Murray was enjoying himself. The little cruise was a good tension breaker after Bentley and Sly's big fight. Murray wasn't sure what all Anita had said to Bentley to calm him down but it had worked like charm. Not only had Bentley made up with Sly and heard his reasons for doing what he did but he apologized. Bentley had confessed to a growing feeling of being unneeded and under valued by Sly as a member of the gang and he had apparently been feeling this since all the way back in India dealing with Rajan.

Murray had confessed that he too was feeling pretty useless since they weren't really any bad guys to bust up. The hippo had followed it up by stating that he was also feeling kinda lonely since Bentley and Sly were busy with their girlfriends.

Sly had decided to take a minor break from the plan to relax a little. The team was assembled and they had time to play around. Murray was taking swimming lessons Bentley was apparently prepping for the team to lay low for a good long while after they dealt with Doctor M and got Kaine Island secured. SLy was... Murray reflected that he didn't actually know what Sly was doing right now.

For those curious Sly was stalking a new and sudden target. The peahen had caught his eye and Sly had at first dismissed the idea that she was who he thought. That denial had lasted until he heard her talk to one of the waiters and she introduced herself as Flo Singh. At which point Sly had gone into panic mode.

Flo Singh was a modern day pirate. According to Thiefnet the peahen was orphaned young and raised by the pirates that took her parents from her. She grew up colder and more ruthless than the pirates around her and it wasn't long before they called her captain. a fleet of no less than a hundred ships hailed her as the Pirate Queen and the herald of a return to the golden age of Piracy. Thiefnet also made it clear that she had a policy of only leaving one of every ten people on the boats she pirated alive and that she occasionally scuttled them totally for the hell of it.

It should go without saying that a person with that kind of reputation was cause for concern even for Sly. He didn't have his Thief outfit or anything but his cane on him. So he had followed the peahen waiting for an opportunity. An opportunity that came as Flo walked down a corridor that was devoid of people.

"Excuse me!" Sly called out feigning being out of breath as if he had just run after her. "hoo finally caught up to ya. I think you lost a necklace." Flo reached up and touched the strings and strings of pearls about her neck. Sly approached and held out the golden chain studded with pearls.

"Oh my! That's one of my favorite's... I would have been apoplectic about losing that one." Flo said, ducking her head and allowing Sly to slip the jewelry onto her.

Sly heaved a sigh of relief as the Pirate Queen stiffened, falling under the spell he had placed on her. "You are going to call your men and call off the siege."

"I will NNNNNGGG Do just that." Flo's expression pained as she fought the hardest to defy him of anyone he'd used the spell on. Even Neyla had been more submissive once the actual spell had taken hold.

Sly looked at her trying to think what to do with the pirate queen who he absolutely had neither a use for or desire to keep as his before an idea flitted into his head. "Once you have contacted your men and called off the siege you will go to room 1990 and await me there." Sly commanded before bolting off.

Murray caught sight of Sly and jogged up to his friend. "Hey Sly, I could use some help."

Sly glanced around looking extremely confused. "What with? is it trouble?"

Murray twiddled his fingers. "Girl trouble." he admitted.

Sly looked at the hippo blinking owlishly before a smile broke over his features. "Oh hey point her out."

Murray didn't lift his hands. "see that grey giraffe at the bar, the one in the blue dress with all the amber jewelry?"

Sly turned his gaze and the lady in question was not hard to spot, she was tall, stacked like an adobe hut and her clothing despite being fully covering left very little to the imagination with how tight it hugged her curves. She had a string of hex cut Amber gems draped over her bountiful breasts each of her fingers bore an Amber ring and she was wearing no less than three chokers all sporting silver plates dominated by a singular Amber.

"She was with me in the pool and I really like her... can you give me some advice on how to talk to her?" Murray asked, embarrassed that he still didn't know how to talk to girls. "She was very nice and said I was funny and... she called me cute."

Sly beamed and beckoned Murray to lean down. "Murray my man, I think she was flirting with you.”

"Really?" Murray asked, he couldn't recall a time past six years old that a woman had paid him a compliment of any sort.

"Yeah, in which case all you have to do is flirt back a little. Tell her that you're interested in getting to know her better. Tell her what you like about her and just be the you she first met." Sly said before surreptitiously pressing his cane to the hippo's bowtie and casting the same spell of lust on it as the charm he had made for Bentley. "I've got to go find Lita but you go up there and knock it out of the park." Sly encouraged before bolting off. Murray had faced down armed thugs, ghosts, demons and wild animals and nothing in the world had prepared him for the challenge he faced now.

Lita pushed the door open to Sly's room and was confused to find him standing in front of a dull colored peafowl.

"Lita Just in time." he said, plucking a string of Blue pearls from around the peahen's neck. Lita watched as the Peahen simply faded out of existence as the beads came away from her body, her clothes and jewelry holding her shape until she was totally gone before collapsing to the floor. Lita blinked as she looked at the pile of jewelry that had been a person and then to the string of beads that was being placed around her neck and made a connection. "Oh Master." she gasped as she felt the life force flow into her. It was like regaining feeling after being numbed except across her whole body. It was as if the world had been filtered in monotone but now was in glorious full color. It was like she had been wearing heavy ear protection and now truly heard. It was like her tongue had been coated in wax but she could taste again. Life flowed through her and she was now a true living being. the yellow parts of her fur lost color turning a light ashen grey. the orange parts darkened becoming a silken midnight shade. Her blue hair shifted lighter, becoming a deep brown. Lastly, a change she felt more than saw was the mark of the Cooper clan of her master appearing above her pussy.

"hmm..." Sly hummed confused before flipping through his spell book. "ah, doppelgangers who absorb the life force of someone other than their template will become differentiated taking on physical traits of the person whose life force they absorbed...." Sly frowned as he read aloud only to grow silent. "Lita... what's Carmelita's favorite Italian dish?"

Lita lifted her eyebrow at the sudden question. "it is ..." Lita frowned, confused. "It's... its... I don't know."

Sly heaved a sigh. "A common side effect of Doppelgangers who absorb Life force from non template sources is the loss of memories related to their template. While these doppelgangers will retain any and all skills from the template they are functionally new people bound to their master and with no memories prior to their creation." Sly gave a snort of laughter. "Congratulations Lita, You're a real girl now."

Lita stood stunned; she had wanted nothing for herself but to be completed and now that she was complete she felt hollowed in a new way. "I don't know who I am... without her."

Sly smirked. "Oh that's easy cause you are so many things. You're my overwatch, my guardian angel, my lover, my pet, my most loyal slave." Sly declared before pulling her into a kiss and Lita felt his words brand themselves upon her brain. "You are the future mother of my child."

"Speaking of that master... could we get started on making me a mother? Now? I have been so very jealous of Neyla and Penelope." Lita asked with a slight grin.

"Well what kind of fool turns down a request like that?" Sly said, guiding her over to the bed. Lita nearly tripped thrice in the three feet and it wasn't until she looked down that she saw why. Her bust was roughly half a cup size bigger than it had been and her hips were likewise fuller. "and we can adjust your wardrobe afterwards.”

Somewhere else on the Pacific Ocean.

Carmelita was feeling a kind of catharsis she hadn't known she needed. A gang of pirates had attacked her cruise ship. They had tried to take hostages. They had discovered that being sweaty salty sea dogs made them incredibly conductive when Carmelita had busted out her shock pistol and gone full throttle on them. For the next three hours she had been celebrated as the conquering heroine who had protected the ship's passengers from harm both physical and financial.

Carmelita collapsed to her bed exhausted; it wasn't the non-stop pace of tearing through the invading pirates that had worn her out though. no that had been just the vigorous exercise she needed. What had exhausted her was the endless parade of people who had to thank her for doing the right thing. sure she was out of her jurisdiction and on leave but that was hardly going to stop her from putting the brakes on any criminal scheme that got within her line of sight.

It was laying in bed considering how wild it was that she got more done chasing Cooper than anything else that pieces started to click into place for her. Cooper targeted criminals, that was both in his profile and his stated M.O. The inspector had built her career out of picking up the crumbs of his antics. He very rarely stole things that weren't themselves already stolen goods. Just about every item he disappeared from a museum in Europe would turn up in Egypt or China or whatever African nation it actually belonged to. He had on at least three occasions dumped a few thousand kilos of narcotics on a local sheriff's office along with a flow chart of how it got into the country with names, dates and even price tags. Sly Cooper was a criminal but he was by no means a villain. The inspector sat thinking of all the low life scum who she'd put behind bars because Sly had led her to them. They were on the same side morally, just not legally.

her thoughts started to spin in another direction. namely how often she was stymied by her chosen profession. She wanted to help, she knew some officers saw the law as just a job but for her it was a calling to protect people from elements who wouldn't play fair. But the worst ones were the ones who tied the legal system in knots. Somehow there was never enough evidence to get a search warrant or they threatened to sue for harassment. or when important evidence just vanished. or when witnesses disappeared and everyone knew who to blame but it was no longer a police matter. Those were the cases where she found herself wishing she could just call up Sly and sic the ringtail on them. The cellphone she had brought with her rang and Carmelita answered without even thinking about it.

"Hello Inspector Fox."

Carmelita pulled the phone away from her ear "Ringtail?!"

"Speaking." Sly chuckled on the other side of the line. "have you been getting my little gifts?"

Carmelita flushed slightly. "Yes I have and I'm curious how long you've known where I lived."

"Oh, since before I took on the five. Remember the night I broke into your office at Interpol? There was a letter with your home address on it."

Carmelita grimaced. "who are those girls in the video."

"Exactly who i said they are the members of my gang and more importantly my personal harem." Sly replied. "Did you like the video? I could send you more, or better yet you could have a front row seat."

Carmelita paused as the idea of simply sitting and watching him claim those girls in person forced its way to the forefront of her mind. "Awful bold of you to send porn of you with other women to someone you are trying to seduce. the sex toys and outfits at least make sense as romantic overtures."

"I figured you'd like them. Do you have a favorite? my bet was that the plug would be your least favorite and the beads would make you cum the most. Was I right?"

"The plug was a dud but I have never cum as hard as I did with that Rabbit vibe." Carmelita confessed before recalling she wasn't chatting with her imagination.

"I'll make a note of that. I'm sure you loved the lingerie, but how about the bondage straps?"

"The What? oh wait the straps in the toy box... I didn't wear those." Carmelita replied she felt a brief flush of shame before recalling who she was talking to. "And I have no intention of doing so."

"Oh really a shame I think you'd look good in those. especially if that was all that you had on." Sly said and she could just see the frown on his face. "Of course I do think you could make anything look good."

"Flattery seems a bit late to the conversation."

"Is it still flattery if it's true?" Carmelita heard Sly laugh. "But I spend a lot of time telling you how beautiful you are, don't I?"

"Seems like every time we meet you have some new way to fluster me up your sleeve."

"Ah but I mean it every time. I fell for you on that rooftop the night we first met. I know you didn't feel the same right away... but I also know how you feel about me. And soon... I'm going to make you mine." Sly declared and then the phone clicked off with a beep.

Egypt

"This was just supposed to be a layover." Sly commented with a scowl. "we just needed a few days to gather everyone up collect our supplies and then we were going to be on our way."

Lita shrugged. "I kept an eye out and I noticed a car that seemed out of place. I followed my hunch and sure enough we have an undercover officer staking us out." Lita shook her head and sighed. "I have no idea what to do about her. Her name's Nefer, she isn't here officially so I don't know what she is up to."

"not here officially? As in she's a rogue cop?"

"Seems that way. she should be waking up soon... maybe try that truth spell?" Lita suggested with an off the cuff gesture.

"if nothing else we can figure out how little time we have left..." Sly said as the panther shook her head and began to stir.

"That thing needs a lower voltage." Nefer said as she came to with a wince.

"it's not the volts that get you." Sly said as he called his cane over. "Veritatem plenam et claram ex labiis tuis ad aures meas loquere, omnibus quaestionibus libere respondebis." Sly recited and the spell wrapped itself around the officer's head before vanishing as it went to work.

"What the heck was that?" Nefer asked, her eyes wide with panic.

"A little trick I picked up. Nothing harmful unless you are a prolific liar. you don't lie do you officer?" Sly declared as he pulled over a chair.

"not anymore than the average person." Nefer replied as Lita dragged over a seat as well.

"Good to know. You are being interrogated. I'm Lita and I'll be the one asking most of the questions." Lita declared as she sat down. "lets start with why you were zipping up your pants when i got the jump on you."

I just finished masturbating." Nefer replied before flushing clean through her black fur.

"masturbating to what? I was under the impression you were on a stake out." Lita inquired after sharing a look of intrigue with Sly.

"to that absolute stud putting those kitties to the mattress. I'm not officially on stake out so I didn't have to worry about anyone spotting me in the act or asking why I'd cut my microphone off." the officer shook her head as if she could undo the words she had just spoken

"So you enjoyed the show? Sly asked with a grin.

"very much i came four times before you ran out of steam and painted those girls faces." Nefer answered looking anywhere but at Sly. "You've got a better record for getting me off than my last three boyfriends." The panther grit her teeth. "Why do I keep telling you these things?!?"

"My little trick makes you open up and tell me the truth whole and unvarnished. Even if you find it a bit embarrassing." Sly replied. "So how many times have you cum while watching us? I Assume you've been out here for more than one day."

"I spotted your group moving in four days ago, I didn't think anything was odd about it until I spotted Vanessa, who I knew was a missing person case." Nefer explained. Sly frowned before recalling that he hadn't actually had the bat leave the intended note about going into hiding. "It wasn't long after that when you showed up and started going to town on the ladies. I mmmmmm i came at least thirty times cause i can't keep my hands out of my pants when you get those girls going."

Sly considered the group had only been in Egypt for the last five days, Which meant that by sheer chance he had been spotted out from the minute he arrived. "how did you recognize Vanessa?"

"I was security for her on a case about stolen artifacts. We got to know each other pretty well." Nefer said looking glad the conversation had steered away from her sexual exploits for the time being.

"Who knows you are out here?" Lita asked reasserting control of the interrogation and giving Sly a playful wink.

"Nobody, I've got no active assignments so I was just patrolling when I found you. I was trying to get enough evidence of what you were planning to make a proper report but i kept getting distracted by how fucking gorgeous you are and how much fucking you were doing." Nefer winced as she admitted to being totally without back up.

"Is anyone expecting you to touch base?" Lita asked.

"not until Sunday dispatch coms are down until then." Nefer said and Sly saw as actual fear flashed across her features for a second.

Lita nudged Sly and wiggled her eyebrow at Sly while saying nothing. Sly was confused for a moment before his eyes darted back to the serial voyeur and he began to get the gist of what Lita was suggesting. By Sunday the gang would have moved on to Kaine island. Which meant that Sly could feel free to claim the Panther as his pet. Sly grinned back at her nodding silently.

"So then Nefer, Which of the ladies did you like seeing me fuck the most?" Sly asked, delighting in the way Nefer squirmed against her restraints as if trying to flee the question.

"it was her. the way that fox sucked your cock had me wishing i was in her place the way she moaned and the way her pussy was drooling i could tell she loved every second of having your dick down her throat." Nefer confessed with a whimper. "I must have cum six times just watching her sucking on your nuts and then when I got home I couldn't get the image out of my head."

"So you played with yourself imagining yourself in my panties." Lita asked shooting Sly a conspiratorial glance.

Nefer trembled trying to keep her mouth shut and simply nod but the words burst from her lips. "I couldn't stop myself. I tried to imagine the smell, the taste and the feel of you. I had a giant orgasm while dreaming about you choking me with your big fat cock down my throat!"

"Goodness officer, I would never choke a woman... against her wishes." Sly said standing up. "Speaking of that though, I want you to tell me... Do you mind if I take my shirt off? it's a little warm down here."

"oh please take your shirt off i want to see those glorious pecs of yours." Nefer said before wincing. Sly grinned as his shirt slipped over his head and it and his cap were discarded.

"You don't mind if Lita takes her shirt off do you?" Sly asked her.

"No she's drop dead gorgeous and has me questioning my sexuality." Nefer replied, her eyes barely shifting from Sly's chest. Lita giggled as she cast aside her own shirt and cap, the panther's eyes shifting to the vixens endowments.

"I get the feeling you'd like us to take your shirt off, am i Right?" Sly asked.

Nefer shook her head as if trying to dispel the notion but her lips told a different story. "Yesss, strip me naked and play with me like those other girls." She pleaded.

"mmm that does sound fun but we'd have to untie you to do it. you promise not to run away right?" Lita asked as she got out of her seat and approached the panther.

Nefer bit her lip. "I'll stay put and behave just so long as I get to feel what those girls got just once." she said, hanging her head as if she was ashamed to admit how much her lust controlled her.

Lita licked her lips and undid the bonds holding the Panther to the chair. "oh once won't be enough. if you were getting off on the thought of being with Sly the reality is going to break you." Lita said as she unbuttoned the officer's shirt. "He's the best lover you'll ever have." Lita said as she unhooked the panther's bra. "your daydreams are going to feel so small when he's finished." Lita proclaimed as she undid Nefer's pants and yanked them and her panties down to her feet. "He will break you, and you'll love him for it."

Nefer said nothing as Lita pulled her totally out of her clothes. "I have to know." the panther said as Sly dropped his pants letting his erection bob in the air. "I need to know."

Sly crossed the floor to the panther. resting his left leg on the chair arm he pushed the tip of his cock right against Nefer's warm limps. he felt the air shift as she took a deep breath and gave her a verbal push. "so have a taste." Nefer's lips parted and her head bobbed forward sinking his shaft into her mouth. Nefer was clearly an expert at sucking cock much to Sly's delight as she took him to the very base of his shaft before bobbing up. Lita grinned watching Nefer's deep lust for her master's cock, the panther's pussy was visibly dripping with excitement and her face was the very picture of ecstasy. Nefer moaned as her tongue swirled around Sly's shaft as she sucked on his dick like it was the most glorious thing that she'd ever tasted. All too soon though Sly placed his hand on the back of the panther's head holding her against his groin as he came. Nefer got a mouthful and had to swallow to keep it from flowing out of her mouth or going other places. Sly didn't let her go tell he was finished and she pulled off his cock gasping for air. "How do you like it?"

Nefer took a few heavy breaths before responding. "B-beh-better than i dreamed."

Lita grabbed a spare mattress and laid it out on the floor. "Why don't you show her why we are all yours?" Lita asked, teasing Sly as much as Nefer the raccoon grinned down at the panther.

"Sounds good to me. How about it Nefer? Want me to pound your pussy?" Sly asked knowing exactly the kind of response he would get as he took a step back.

"Please! Please fuck me! I am fucking soaking wet for you, and i swear i just came from begging!" the panther panted and pleaded and Sly could be certain that Nefer wasn't lying either. Sly gestured for her to get on the bed and the panther was black blur as she stood spread legged for him, her hands braced against the mattress. "Give it to me! I want it all."

Sly looked at Lita who offered him a toothy smile as she nodded her approval. Sly grabbed Nefer by the hips and pressed his cock into her sex slowly. He had every intent of giving her the pounding she was begging for but first he was going to enjoy this. Sly by no means was not getting laid enough he'd needed to perform a few magic rituals on himself to keep up with his ladies. No he was taking his time with Nefer because he was fairly sure she was the first lady he had ever encountered who was this into him without magic. The simple idea that he had found a woman so naturally submissive and horny that even waking up bound wasn't much deterrent to her ardor was the stuff of wet dreams. Sly intended to savor Nefer and she made it easy. She moaned and crooned and coed and mewled for his cock. Her hips rocked back against him and he knew making her wait too much more might change her mood. Sly got to work really feeding the panther his cock. Sly gripped Nefer by her hips and lifted her legs up forcing her to stand on her hands as he ground his shaft into her eager sex. Sly shifted his pose and with a quick yank on the big cat's shoulders hoisted her up onto his lap holding her at the knee and the shoulder as he kept at her. Inevitably though Sly was out of stamina and though he wanted so badly to keep going he came deep inside the panther, his cum flooding her depths.

SLy might have wanted to keep going but he felt a twinge in his back and knew he'd gotten over confident. As gently as he could manage he lowered Nefer off his cock and onto the mattress where she lay breathing heavily. It was at that point Sly realized that Nefer had to have at least a hundred pounds and a foot and a half of height on him and because of that he finally realized that she was a lioness.

Lita nudged Sly with his cane, licking her fingers clean. Sly got what she was hinting at and took the cane in his hand before looking down at the suddenly much more afraid Nefer.

"I think we can both say that was a good time... it would be a shame if it was the last time right?" Sly asked as he leaned on his cane.

"yes i think it would be." Nefer answered, her eyes shifting between Sly and his cane.

"so here's the deal... i want you to join me and my little harem." Sly said. "I'm not even going to ask you to help me with any of my work. You'd be brought in and you'd be one of the girls who takes care of the house, your duties would include cooking and cleaning and childcare..." Sly delivered the last with a grin. "But you, like all the other girls, get to experience my generous benefits package. so do you want to be mine... for the rest of your life?"

Nefer's eyes darted from his face to his cane and then to his cock before returning to his face. "I want to be yours. just like those other girls... what do I have to do?"

Sly smiled at Nefer. "Oh, not much a little initiation, dress code, and orientation but the first step is just rolling over for me." Sly said, standing up straight and popping his back.

Nefer looked puzzled but complied without a single word more. Sly smiled at her as he slowly extended his cane and pressed it to the space on hips just above her sex. "Cum spiritu, mente et corpore tuo subiiciantur, servus meus notaberis; mihi servire est tibi maxima voluptas; mihi placere est summa tua ambitio."[l] Sly said and even though he had said the spell slightly differently the effect was the same the mark of the Cooper Clan appeared on Nefer's hips with a surge of light from his cane.

Nefer blinked at the mark and looked up at Sly. "oh wow."

"you've barely seen anything yet." Lita said as she helped Nefer off the floor.

"Let's get you into your new uniform." Sly said, giving a flick and roll of his wrist causing Nefer's discarded garments to rise from the floor changing shape as they adorned the big cat. Nefer's clothes were the standard look of boots, gloves, cap and shirt with grey pants but made up of silky shiny gold fabric. Sly smiled as he pulled his pants back on. "Come on, let's get you introduced to everybody."

Carmelita's Home.

Carmelita was glad to be back home. Her vacation had provided very little in the way of stress relief after thwarting the pirate attack so she had called it off. It was as she opened the door that the fluttering notice fell from whatever crack it had been stuck in.

"Sorry we missed you!" Read the card. "your package(s) couldn't be delivered because you weren't here. Please come collect your Package(s) at..."

"Sly, what did you send me now?"

A quick trip to the address and a small collection fee and Carmelita was on her way home with the answer. Whatever it was, it was big and it rattled. Stepping inside she opened the box and found herself staring at a luggage set. It was admittedly a very nice set in a lovely sunset orange with golden trim but the gift itself made no sense to her. That was until she spotted the Cooper logo peeking out of a pocket and found the note Sly had left for her.

"Pack your bags, our meet up will be real soon. Love Sly. PS watch for the tickets in the mail."

Carmelita looked over the luggage and finally understood what it was for, Sly intended for her to run away with him.

Kaine Island

Doctor M was seeing a ghost, he knew the man before him was dead for two decades now. Despite the fact he saw before him a vision of the man he had had killed. "Connor?"

"Sly." The grinning raccoon the very picture of his father replied. "Don't bother with the silent alarm, it's disabled."

The mandrill sneered at the master thief. "Of course... I had heard Connors spawn slipped through the fives grip but I never would have imagined you'd make it here."

"Yeah, and I'm sure my dad never imagined you selling him out but here we are. you the backstabbing son of a bitch who landed me in an orphanage with both of my parents dead and me the single greatest cooper of them all." Sly replied his voice was dripping with venom.

Doctor M smiled, a display of his many shiny teeth as he prepared to fire the high powered laser concealed in his helmet. "Ah I see growing up without him didn't stop you from inheriting your fathers swaggering arrogance. Shame you've come all this way to die but thank you all the same for delivering me the key to my greatest prize!" Doctor M fired and was shocked to see the beam bend pulled into the Cooper cane like a spaghetti noodle into a hungry mouth. Doctor M tried to shut off the blast but it wouldn't respond until suddenly the power in his helmet just shut off.

Sly laughed twirling his cane as dashed across the room. "What a rush!" He declared as he spun putting all his momentum into a slash with the sickle sharp crook of his cane. The mandrill ducked so instead of the strike catching his neck it slashed his helmet neatly in two. "oh so glad that missed." Sly said before a blue burst erupted from his cane and slammed Doctor M against the wall. "See the longer I've thought about it the madder I've gotten." Sly said holding his cane not unlike a conductors baton and with every movement he slammed the mandrill against another surface, the ceiling the wall the floor. "You see, I can get wanting the Cooper family vault. I can understand deciding that my dad had to go so you could get at it. But you didn't even have the nerve to do it yourself. You tipped off an ancient enemy of the family and you or he hired some goons and you got my mom killed when she had nothing to do with any of this!" Cooper used his magical grip on the mandrill to grind him into the floor. "two decades later my family has kept you out in the cold with nothing to show for it. and now I'm going to make you wish you were dead." Sly pressed the Mandrill up against the glass of his bedroom window. "Say goodbye to two decades of failure." Doctor M was treated to the sight of every structure and device near the Vault door going up in a singular blast which cracked the window he was resting against.

"You contemptible arrogant brat!" Doctor M snarled as he finally got his breath back.

"Arrogant? no, that implies that i can't get the job done. Let me explain how this is going to go down." Sly said, pinning his victim to the ground. "that blast was heard from miles around a nearby boat will report the fireball illuminating the sky for miles around. When officials come to check things out they will find all your nasty little playthings dead, your arm and no indication that you could possibly have survived the blast." Sly paused for a second giving Doctor M a hard stare. "But you will have survived because I decided that a quick death was too good for you." Sly gave a twist of the cane in his grip and then slashed down on the mandrill, the apes arm coming away without so much as a drop of blood. "I'm going to turn you into solid gold. inside and out and you're going to be stuck as the ugliest statue in the new Cooper Vault. My children's children are going to steal pieces of your body bit by bit as a test of their skills. and when the last bit of you is melted down then you will finally be granted death." Sly said as he tapped the very tip of his cane against Doctor M's forehead. "Caro et ossa eius instar auri fiant, anima eius lapidi fulgenti vincta, singulis particulis remotis dolorem morti parem sentiet, sed in regno vivorum vinctus manebit, donec partes ei non amplius similes sint."[m] Sly spoke and the mandrill screamed in impotent fury as his body was converted into a gold statue posed in total defeat. Sly grinned down as he used his cane to carry the heavy lump. "Alright gang, we have what we came for, let's get the party started." Sly announced over the binocucom. The Vault had been picked clean hours ago Sly had just stuck around to make sure that Doctor M got the well earned end he had coming to him. As he left the compound behind a series of smaller quieter charges went off and crumbled the building to dust in a way that would make it look like the building had failed in the initial blast.

Later in Paris...

The Magnifique Belle-Dame was once one of the top hotels not just of Paris but of all of Europe. At the height of its opulence royals and dignitaries vied for a room with its best rooms reserved for only the wealthiest of patrons. That had come to an end when a murder had revealed that the hotel staff often covertly gathered blackmail material on the various patrons. The staff had been let go and the case was decades old but the hotel had simply never recovered its image. While the hotel still operated its days of hosting the finest and most well to do was long gone.

Even in this state though the Magnifique Belle-Dame was well above Carmelita's pay. no if she didn't have the booking info sent to her in the mail along with her tickets to the city she'd never have made the trip. Even in her fancy red coat she felt a touch underdressed. though she suspected that Sly wanted her in far less than she had on. As she approached the reception desk she felt her heart start to race.

"I've a reservation under..." Carmelita felt her heart skip a beat. "...Missus Cooper."

The cheery bunny girl at the counter nodded and tapped away at the computer. "Yes here we are, room 2002." she said ducking down to collect the keycard. "Oh, your husband left a message for you."

"He did?" Carmelita hoped her dark eyewear kept the shock off her face.

"Yes, he wanted you to call him once you got in. He gave us this number." The bunny said with a smile as she handed over a slip of hotel stationary. "he also said to tell you that he would be in the instant you rang."

Carmelita smiled, taking the slip. "Thank you. uh which way is it to the room?"

"oh take the elevator in the back to floor twenty and you'll find the honeymoon suite at the very back of the hallway on your left." the bunny grinned. "And I hope you two have a lovely stay."

"Thank you again!" Carmelita said as she walked around the reception desk to the elevators her mind racing. "the honeymoon suite?!? Cooper, are you serious? Am I Serious?! this could cost me my job... I'm in a hotel, off duty, out of jurisdiction, meeting with a known criminal. What am I thinking?" Carmelita muttered as she climbed into the elevator and pressed the button. "I'm out here in next to nothing..." Carmelita was dressed in a traveling coat made of soft red fleece and other than her sunglasses, her boots, and the wide brimmed hat she had on she had not a single other stitch of clothing on her. She had dressed per the instructions on the letter that had directed her out here but that by no means meant she wasn't questioning her every life choice so far. Her bags, the ones Sly Cooper had picked out for her, had headed this way early in the morning; indeed once she got to the room she could put on some actual clothes.

Before Carmelita realized it she was in the room marveling at the art deco style of black and gold. Her eyes landed on the phone and a thought slipped past her lips. "I don't have to call him... I can just... collect my things and go home..." but even as she said it aloud she was dialing the numbers. the line rang once... Carmelita felt her heartrate begin to climb. The phone rang a second time and a fear that he wouldn't answer clutched her heart.

"Hello Missus Cooper."

"Sly..." was all she got out as his voice relieved the tension in her chest.

"You've had a long trip. Get freshened up and I'll be there before you know it." Sly instructed. "Can't wait to see you." Sly said before the phone clicked off.

Carmelita shed her clothes and hopped in the shower after finding the right temperature. As the water washed her down she wrestled with her feelings. She didn't want to be in love with Sly Cooper. He was a thief, a criminal, but he was also everything she dreamed of. The heart wants what the heart wants but that did nothing for the conflict in her head. Carmelita exited the shower in nothing but a towel, once again internally resolving to get dressed and head home. She would be putting this ill advised rendezvous behind her the instant her clothes were on.

Then she heard the door shut. Carmelita's breath caught in her chest as she turned and saw Sly Cooper. Sly was not wearing his sneaking outfit and it occurred to her how rarely she saw him in anything else. His outfit consisted of a plain black long sleeve sweater, a blue belt holding on black pants and some clean black loafers which were already being kicked off. She couldn't recall seeing him without gloves in her life and without the mask he wore so often it occurred to her she had never concentrated much on how beautiful his eyes were. Sly crossed the floor to her without a word before pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeper than he ever had.

Carmelita's mental struggle was brought to a definitive end as her body sided with her heart and she submitted to her lust for the master thief. Sly's hands slide down the curve of her back making her drop her towel, his fingers clutching on her ass. Sly broke the kiss and smiled at her with that same confident grin she could hear in his every word to her.

"You are wearing too many clothes." Carmelita said her heart was pounding in her ears, she felt hot and that had nothing to do with her shower or the room's temperature.

Sly didn't say anything before he undid the buckle on his pants and they fell to the floor, his cock springing up to greet her as they fell. His shirt came away and Carmelita found herself admiring the quality of his physique before he grabbed the back of her thigh and lifted her leg up into the air, before she could topple over his other hand hooked about her neck and pulled her tight against him. For a moment he stood there, his cock resting against her sex she could feel the heat pressing on her slit. The naked need Sly felt for Carmelita was laid bare to the vixen with every throb of his cock and the beat of his heart against her breasts.

"Ready?" Sly asked and Carmelita couldn't speak so she simply nodded. "Arms around my neck." he instructed and Carmelita had no problem with complying. The instant she had her arms around his neck he let go of her neck and hoisted her other leg up. Gripped by the thighs Carmelita was lifted up and had her sex impaled on his shaft. Carmelita felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. The toys she had used to entertain herself in the months since Sly had been missing from her life were nowhere near as good as his cock. The vixen's long moan was smothered by Sly's lips finding hers. The raccoon hefted her hips up and let them fall back against him. The pace was deliciously slowly letting Carmelita focus on how good it felt to be filled like this. The position had to be exhausting for Sly but the feeling was divine for both of them and Carmelita's troubles were utterly forgotten. The vixen could do little more than whimper and gasp as she came hard and felt Sly's body respond in kind. She felt the warmth of Sly's cum filling her up and it was like nothing but her and him mattered in the whole world.

Carmelita's back hit the bed and Sly dislodged her arms from around his head. He grinned at her and mouthed "Round two" as he spread her thighs wide and began to thrust into her sex with speed and force. Carmelita's whole body shook; she was fresh off an orgasm and already building to a second. Sly was proving to be everything Carmelita dreamed of and that was mind blowing because her fantasies were truly wild. Carmelita gasped and howled again and again as she came and Sly barely slowed down. The vixen was in a world of pleasure that had only existed in her mind until now. Sly's lips peeled back and he sucked air in through his teeth as he came again.

No one would have blamed Sly for stopping there including Carmelita. Sly, however, did not stop there releasing Carmelita's thighs he laid atop her body slowly grinding his dick into the vixen in short shallow pumps. His hands found hers and his fingers laced with hers. Sly kissed at the vixen's neck his teeth lightly raking through the fur. It was slower and less intense love making but not the least bit less passionate.

"I've dreamt of doing this to you for years." Sly whispered into Carmelita's ears. "of holding you tight while we..." Sly grunted and Carmelita knew that he had cum for a third time. "I Love you." Carmelita felt a spike of rapturous joy that her body had only one way to express. Her back arched off the bed as she came once more it was somewhere between the tenth and twentieth orgasm the master thief had given her this evening.

"I... Love you too." Carmelita said when she had her breath back. "I've been dreaming of this since... since that kiss at the caldera..."

Sly pulled away from Carmelita and she shivered, the room suddenly feeling much colder. The raccoon reached into his pants pocket and retrieved an item. Carmelita sat up her bottom only barely on the bed as Sly knelt before her and held out a pewter band with a brilliant blue sapphire cut like a star set in it.

"I want you to be Mine." Sly said, holding out the ring. "You put this on and you belong to me. forever. till death do us part."

Carmelita had snatched the ring from his fingers before he had finished the ring slid into place and she felt warmth and then more than that she was hot and she looked down to see the Cooper Logo form on her hips just above her sex. More she knew what it meant, the fact that she was now and forever more under Sly’s control.

"I'm Yours." Carmelita declared as Sly grinned triumphantly Carmelita smiled and scooted further up onto the bed. "Care to snuggle me all night long... master?" She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as she called him Master for the first but definitely not the last time.

[a]Create a copy of my maleness, which the Vixen will be compelled to possess. In her hands it will stoke the fires of love, lust and desire!

[b]River of Love

[c]bind and silence

[d]As your flesh bears the mark so to shall your mind and soul, I bind you to my service with this mark. I am your master now and forever more. You shall become as an empty vessel filled with my will. To enact my designs is your greatest pleasure to serve your highest ambition.

[e]A spell of control I do imbue to mark their body and mind too. To serve shall be their pleasure, their domination their greatest treasure. To those who don this item my spell falls forever on them

[f]Make three from one, i command it done!

[g]a thousand pardons i do not read in anything but Italian.

[h]Sign here for the package.

[i]As your flesh bears the mark so to shall your mind and soul, I bind you to my service with this mark. I am your master now and forever more. You shall become as an empty vessel filled with my will. To enact my designs is your greatest pleasure to serve your highest ambition.

[j]As your flesh bears the mark so to shall your mind and soul, I bind you to my service with this mark. I am your master now and forever more. You shall become as an empty vessel filled with my will. To enact my designs is your greatest pleasure to serve your highest ambition.

[k]Ripen her womb like fruit on the vine and grant her the eternal form of a mother divine

[l]As your spirit, mind, and body submit you shall be marked as my servant, to serve me is your greatest pleasure to please me your highest ambition.

[m]His flesh and bones to become as gold his soul bound to glittering stone with each piece removed he shall feel pain equal to death but remain in the living realm bound until the pieces resemble him no more.

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