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"Charming the Tiger"

India; Sly had hoped it would be a lot longer before he had to set foot in that country again, but when he and his team received a rumor that a long-lost part of Clockwerk had been uncovered, they had to investigate. They didn't expect that they would be walking into a trap, and that Sly would fall into one of Rajan's traps.

Rajan; a spice trader and a thief had crossed paths with the Cooper gang before, when he possessed the wings that once belonged to the great owl. They managed to defeat him, but this time, the large tiger had been waiting for him. He had been training, he was stronger, faster, his time in prison had hardened him just a bit more than Sly expected, so that when the trap fell, he knew there was no way out.

"Sly? Sly! Can you hear me?"

The microphone lodged in the raccoon's ear roused him from his unconsciousness. He groaned and shook his head as he awoke. His eyes were blurry and he rubbed his hand across his face, that last trap contained a spice that distorted his vision, he remembered the puff of purple smoke that exploded in his face. "Yeah. Yeah, I can hear you Bentley." He said, trying to get back onto his feet. He had been simply tossed into this cell without much thought. Looking toward the window, he could see the night sky glowing outside and approached the windows. He grabbed two of the bars, disappointed that his hands couldn't even fit around them but still shook it to no avail. "It would seem I'm in some trouble."

"You don't know how good it is to hear your voice, Sly." Bentley responded. "Now, according to my research, your homing beacon is coming from the south-western side of Rajan's complex, but you're closer to the center than the outer wall, so we may not be able to get in there so easily."

"I'm feeling dizzy, and weak."

"That's probably from the black spice in that trap you triggered." He said. "It'll take a little bit for it to clear out of your system. Can you give me a description of the cell you're in?"

"Ahh... let's see." Sly said as he paced the cell, blinking to let his eyes clear some. "It's about twenty square feet. The bars on the windows are about twice as thick as the bars on the door, but it's pretty secure."

"Are there any beds? You might be able to use a spring or a part of the mattress as a weapon or a tool."

Sly glanced around and frowned. "There isn't even a toilet in here, how's a guy supposed to stand this pressure?"

"Very funny. Very well, Murray and I will try to construct a plan to get you out of there. Remember that Rajan's biggest weakness is his pride; his ego might be a means for you to escape too."

"Great. I'll keep you posted."

Sly tapped the mic just as the doorway at the end of the cell block clanged open loudly. Rajan ducked a bit so that his turban missed the top of the door's frame but his hands remained folded behind his back. Rajan was indeed bigger than he was before, his shoulders toned and broader, he wore the same purple pants, or similar ones to the last time they met, but he still had that dark chuckle.

"Well, well. Sly Cooper, back for me once more I see." He said.

"You've got a funny way of throwing a welcoming party, Rajan. Still up to the same old tricks?"

"Oh no, I have many new tricks. And now, I have you. I am a very happy man."

Sly smirked, Bentley was right, Rajan was still very full of himself. Maybe he could play it to his advantage. His eyes spotted the gold plated key tied to the tiger's belt. "I can see that you are, and I can see that you've been training. So why don't you tell me where the Clockwerk part you found is, and I'll be on my way with it."

"You are a fool! There is no Clockwerk part, it was simply a ruse to lure you into my grasp!" He growled and flexed out his arms, his muscles toning a bit with the stretch. "And now you are mine."

"That... wow, Rajan, I never would have guessed. You've outwitted me, pulled the wool over my eyes and got me imprisoned. I am impressed!"

"Heh. Why, thank you. It took a full year of planning to set that trap up for you. I hope the spices aren't hurting you too badly. It is some potent stuff."

"Yeah, well I'll--" He paused. "I'll... try to recover. That trap was a work of genius!"

Rajan's smile widened. "Do you want to hear how I came up with it?" He asked. "It was really quite simple I--"

"Oh, there's no need to go into symantecs." Sly said, approaching the bars. "What I'd really like to know is what sort of training have you been doing? You're looking a lot more... foreboding than the last time we met."

"Oh, well... it is nothing to brag about, every morning at dawn, I awake, climb the mountain, then run back down to my compound. I eat no less than twenty quail eggs as my daily diet, well... quail eggs and steak."

Sly felt his expression drop into the territory of 'impressed'. "That is a lot of protein." He admitted.

"Yes isn't it?" Rajan slung his arms out and flexed them, showing a rather impressive musculature now that he was doing it purposefully. "I have grown quite a bit since last we battled."

"So you have." Sly agreed. "I've never seen so many... large stripes."

Rajan's eyebrows perked slightly as his eyes fell back to Sly. "You are a fan of stripes, Cooper?"

"Well, as a criminal, you'd think I'd stay away from stripes... but yeah, I find them very attractive." He said as he leaned against the bars, eyeing the tiger from head to tail.

With a smirk, Rajan slung his shoulders back, letting the vest he wore slip off of them and into his hand. His torso was indeed lined with stripes, and as he turned his back toward the racoon, Sly was impressed at the array of patterns that crisscrossed the tiger's shoulders and spine. It definitely seemed like there were more there than there was the last time. Sly awkwardly cleared his throat. "Oh yes... impressive." He muttered.

"You can feel them, if you like." Rajan said casually as he leaned his back against the bars some.

Sly nearly reached for Rajan's neck, but stopped himself. Disabling the tiger would only alert the guards when the raccoon slipped out. There were sure to be men on duty waiting for their boss to emerge. Instead he placed his hands on the tiger's back and felt the surge of muscle flex under his touch. He couldn't say there wasn't a reaction as the raccoon immediately stirred below the belt, and with all his fingers he began to trace the tiger's muscles along his back.

"Oh... yes..." He muttered to himself. "These are very... sexy stripes." He couldn't hide the hint of lust from his voice.

"Heh heh." Rajan chuckled. "You want to see more?"

The sheer blatancy of the question made Sly's heart jump, and it took him a moment to respond without babbling; he was a sexy tiger after all, as criminal and without honor as they come, but very sexy. "I w-wouldn't mind..." He said.

"One moment then." The tiger said as he walked toward the door leading outside. Gruffly he barked out the door in his native tongue: "?????! ???? ??? ?? ????? ???? ?? ??? ??? ?? ?????? ?? ???? ???? ?? ??? ???? ???!"

"Sly? Sly! What--what's happening? Are you still there? We might have a plan to get you out of there, but our intel shows us that Rajan is pretty close to you."

"I'll say..." Sly murmured.

"What was that?"

"I said chill out, Bentley. I have a plan of my own to get out of here, maintain radio silence, will you?"

"Oh. Okay, Bentley out."

"So, now. Where were we?" Rajan asked as he came back over, leaning against the bars. "You were wanting to see more of my stripes, yes?"

"Y-yes." Sly answered, swallowing the lump in his throat.

With a grin, Rajan turned his back toward Sly again. Reaching down, he unfastened his belt and pulled the ends apart. Sly watched the key dangle on the belt before it was placed on the ground at the tiger's feet, but he quickly felt a ping of distraction looking up at the male's pants as he started to pull them down. Rajan's ass was well toned and covered with a larger array of stripes that etched out his butt like a lightning storm, meeting the tender spot of white that highlighted where his ass met in the middle. Sly felt almost incapable of hiding his erection now as he had taken off his hat and placed it strategically over his tent. Slowly, the tiger pressed at his pants, dragging them down slowly until they came to his thighs. He bent down some, his tail swaying wide and barely peeking a hint at his hole as he took a step out of them, leaving his pants crumpled in a pile by his belt. "You wish to touch this, do you?" He asked.

Sly's jaw felt like it was slack and hanging open, he had to double check to make sure it wasn't, quickly he nodded as he used a free hand to touch the tiger's ass. It squeezed together and relaxed as the raccoon's fingers traced a few of the patterns emblazoned across it. He heard a groan from the tiger, something that sounded like a purr and Sly knew that the big cat enjoyed having his ass played with. He dropped his hat to appreciate the tiger's butt with both hands, watching Rajan's tail as the tip flicked and the remainder swayed slowly along the bars in front of the raccoon. So many stripes; Sly's fingers rounded the backside and came around beneath the cheeks as they approached the middle, that was when Rajan stood upright again. Sly pulled his hands back as the tiger looked toward the door, then back at him with a knowing grin. Turning around, he revealed a rather creamy-white belly and a thick member which stood mostly erect just from the light groping. "Would you like a closer look, Cooper? You seem anxious."

"I... anxious? Not me." Sly responded.

Taking the key off the floor, the tiger thumbed to a second key and inserted it in the lock of the cell door before rolling it open. "I know you are lying to me, Sly Cooper. I know you want a piece of the tiger, but you need to prove to me that you are wanting." He stepped through the door, his mass blocking Sly's escape. "How much do you like my stripes, Cooper?"

"They... are... majestic." Sly said as he approached Rajan and placed his hands on the tiger's chest where even more stripes streaked across. He followed the dark almost-lavender lines across to Rajan's shoulders, then followed them back down. "They are fitting to a king of the jungle like you..."

Rajan's cock bobbed and landed against Sly's chest, he hid a blush well under his fur as Sly admired it. Taking the shaft between his fingers, Sly ran his tongue along the tip. Rajan grunted slightly and growled. Sly's hands slid down the tiger's torso, feeling every muscle on the way down before bringing his hand up and handling the heft of his balls. Sly's lips slipped over the top of Rajan's shaft and began to work its way down his flesh. The tiger moaned in approval and placed his hands on the back of Sly's head, helping to feed his shaft to the thief. There was a pulse, a thick load of precum globbed down the raccoon's throat and he swallowed it. "Ahh-hrhhh..." He groaned. "D-do you know what I've always wondered?" He asked, ignoring Sly's look at the rhetorical question. "Exactly how you're s-so effective without pants."

Sly grinned and raised his head off the thick bulb. "What can I say? I like a night's breeze." He said.

Sly's hands continued to slide along Rajan's hips as he teasingly nuzzled and licked at the tiger's cock, enjoying the light shower of precum that drizzled down his shoulder, wetting his shirt. Sly didn't care if it stained, it was worth it. The tiger just wanted a little muscle play, maybe a little more than that by the way he kept on playing with the raccoon's own tool. With a quick move and a lustful growl, Rajan grabbed Sly's shirt and pushed him back, not letting up until Sly's shoulders were slammed up against the wall. He remained calm, enjoying the feel of the tiger's muscles against his hands, their members crossed at the base, each soaking the other and that was when Rajan kissed him.

It was a heated breath kiss, Rajan's entire body was vibrating from the anticipation as Sly opened his maw and let the tiger's tongue flood his mouth. He pressed back some and Rajan grabbed Sly's shirt even tighter, giving a growl before splitting it apart down the center. Sly went down on the tiger's cock again, hearing a rather raspy moan now as Rajan humped hard into the raccoon's smaller throat. He began to moan loudly now, lustful as he grabbed Sly's head on both sides and began to ravage his small maw. Sly felt like his jaw was about to break, the ramming speed of a tiger's thrusts into his mouth were almost too much to bear, but he grabbed Rajan's hips and sternly took control of them. Rajan froze, almost surprised at Sly's assertion. He continued to pump his member into Sly's mouth, precum pumping so hard now that streams of white were pouring from the thief's lips. He moaned, he could hardly stand it now. "P-please... must... have more..." He said, almost begging as he thrust himself toward Sly again, and again Sly kept his thrust at bay. "On f-fire... must... have you... please, have your way with me..."

Sly was surprised to hear this from a tiger so much larger than him, but he always seemed to attract those dominants and switch them to submissive faster than anyone in his family line. Maybe that was his special gift.

Withdrawing himself from Rajan's cock and indulging a moment in a surge of pre now coating his chest. He stared at the tiger and grinned. "You're going to have to bend down for me, why don't you use the bars over there?"

Rajan noticed the bars to the jail cell that Sly pointed at and walked over to them. Grabbing low on the bars, he dropped to his knees and spread his legs apart, displaying his ass to Sly. The raccoon smiled a bit and walked over to him; a beast twice his size who was now crouched low to the ground his balls hovering inches from the floor. Sly dragged the tip of his cock against Rajan's ass, enjoying tracing out the tiger's stripes before slipping it against the middle like the meat of a hot dog. As he leaned forward, his own natural fluids were more than enough to push his girth inward. While not as big as the tiger, Sly often prided himself on having a pretty thick shaft. He pushed in and Rajan gasped, tightening his grip on the bars as his body pressed against Sly's penetration. Sly grabbed Rajan's ass and squeezed the cheeks together as he pushed in and pulled out, working up a decent rocking pace as he watched the tiger tremble in anticipation. The smell of sex hung in the air, Rajan clearly draining like a faucet onto the floor under him. Sly moaned and tightened his grip, slowly pulling himself back to the very tip, then thrusting back in to almost make Rajan smack his face against the bars. The tiger was lost in his lust, his tail flipping back and forth wildly, often wrapping itself around Sly's waist as he purred in a lustful delight, enjoying every inch.

Sly was no better off, lost in his own passion and lust, filling the warm void of Rajan's ass and enjoying every second of it. Sly felt his balls press against the tiger's balls and he twisted slightly, squishing them together playfully, Rajan was so close now that it was only a matter of time. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, trying not to give in before the spice lord did. He knew in this, he needed to be the last one to release, and he wanted to unleash every ounce of his load deep into the tiger's ass. He had casually plucked and flicked the microphone from his ear, he didn't need Bentley or Murray to interrupt this, it was too glorious. He humped against Rajan again and again, watching the muscle flop and the fur rise, standing on end with every long, slow return.

"AH-HAHH!" Rajan barely made the noise before letting out a vicious-sounding roar. There was a loud, wet slapping noise as his seed spilled all over the ground under them and it immediately triggered Sly's response.

Sly exploded deep inside Rajan's ass, his echoing cries still a faint echo of Rajan's powerful octave. He moaned and nearly collapsed himself on top of Rajan as he unloaded into him, his seed quickly filled Rajan's hole and began to spit out all sides. He pressed his body hard into the tiger's body to keep too much from escaping immediately and for a while, they remained pressed together. Eventually Rajan's overactive orgasm settled do a very violent shudder and his body all but collapsed onto the floor. Sly panted as he pulled himself free, watching a waterfall of cum spill down Rajan's ass, his balls and his legs. Rajan smelled this, and couldn't help but shoot off another soft load for good measure; this time he hit himself in the face as he found himself lying on the floor.

Rajan awoke sometime later to find that he was alone, lying on the floor of the cell with the cell's door closed tight. Sitting up immediately, he noticed he was still naked, covered in dried cum and that his pants were far outside the cell door. His belt was gone, along with the key to the cell. Sly had simply left him there to be found by his own guards. "How humiliating..." he muttered to himself as he stared at the mess stained into the floor. "How am I ever going to face my guards again?" He stood up and shook at the jail cell, trying in vain to open it. It was then that Rajan froze and noticed a note written in the fading layers of cum on the floor:

"Hey Raj, next time how about you take the driver's seat? Thanks for the fun! -Sly"

Raj's face grew hot with embarrassment, but he still couldn't help but smile at the gesture from the world's greatest thief.

"Sly, Sly, Sly! How is it I don't find you with your clothes on anymore? It seems like very mission you--"

"Yeah, yeah. I know I got it." Sly said as he jumped into the van and began to feel around for his spare suit of clothes. "But for now, let's hightail it, at least we found out that this was just a false alarm."

"Aww, you and Raj got into a wrestling match?" Murray asked. "Why is it you get all the good missions?"

"Because." Sly said, twirling his hat on his head. "I'm just that good!"

THE END