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"Sly Intentions"

The sound of a low flying jet plane overhead filled the air with an echoing scream as it hit its afterburners and blasted past the van. In a blinded panic, Murray bolted upright and immediately began to drench himself in a pool of sweat flailing his arms about as he tried in vain to look around at his current location.

"I'm--I'm blind! Oh no! Sly! Bentley! I can't see a thing! Help! HELLL-P!"

A hand clapped over Murray's mouth and the furry feel made him realize that it was Sly shutting him up. "Jeeze, Murray. Calm down would you?" He said as he pulled the sleep mask up and off the hippo's eyes. Murray blinked and his eyes began to adjust to the daylight filling the van. He gave a sigh of relief.

"Oohh man, do I feel embarrassed!" He exclaimed. "Thanks, Sly."

"No problem." Sly Cooper flopped back against the vacant wall of the van, nestling his hands on his stomach. "You're about as good of an alarm clock as that jet was. What was that all about, Bentley? Where'd you drive us to?"

Bentley was in the front, typing furiously on his computer. "Well, as we planned, we've made it to Megacat City and in record time too." He pushed the glasses up against his face. "I believe that plane was called the Turbocat; belonging to the pair of vigilante heroes in this city named the SwatKats. Chance Furlong; a.k.a. T-Bone and his partner Jake Clawson; a.k.a. Razor who, by the silliest bit of luck are secret identities to the authorities here." He snorted. "It's so totally obvious though to anyone who's done a minute amount of research that they physically match..." He glanced at Sly and Murray who were looking at him in confusion. "Nevermind... so we're here to deliver our own vigilante justice. We know that El Jefe wants to steal the Catseye Diamond from the Megacat Gala tonight, so our plan is--"

"Is to steal it before he can get his grubby claws on it, right?"

"Right. Since Megacat City is populated specifically by felines, it's going to be hard if not impossible for me or Murray to help you out with this. You can fit in a little more easily with the populace, so you'll have to do this on your own."

Sly waved a hand in a not-too-bashful manner. "Piece of cake."

"Now, hold on. You've also got to deal with Commander Ulysses Feral; he's in charge of the law enforcement and military powers in Megacat City and let's just say that he is almost like the Carmelita of the city. In fact, he's almost like the father of Carmelita Fox's dedication to law enforcement. He's even got it out for the SwatKats, calling them reckless vigilantes and whatnot. He's not gonna be agreeable to you taking that gem for safe keeping, Sly."

"Well then, I guess I'm going to have to introduce myself to him then, right?"

Bentley rolled his eyes. "I bet to a man like Feral, your reputation precedes you." He said. "Be careful."

"Heh." Sly said as he brandished his hooked stave. "Hey, this is me we're talking about." He said.

There was a long pause before Bentley even blinked again. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of." He said before returning to his work.

It was a bright morning across town as Commander Feral entered the headquarters of the Megacat City Police Department. Phones were ringing and everyone appeared to be busy on their own tasks, but taking a moment to pause in silence as the commander walked past each one, staring indistinctly at several individuals as he passed them. His eyes vacant and uninterested he turned his attention to a female approaching him with several papers clutched in her fingers. Saluting him in a hurried manner, he gave her a moment to pause before saluting her in return.

"Commander Feral." She said as she handed him the papers. "The Swat Kats are at it again."

"Trust me, I know." Feral said as he examined the papers. "Chasing those damned Mecha Cats through the city like it's their own personal fly zone." He sighed briskly. "As if they'd ever learn that this is my beat, not theirs."

"It's not only that, sir. But they are growing quite popular among the population; some even dubbing them 'heroes'."

Feral glared at her over the top of the papers. His claws digging into them a bit as he froze a moment to come up with a response. "They aren't heroes." He said. "They're a nuisance, always getting in the way of our operations; my operations and causing chaos. I bet half the villains plaguing our city now wouldn't be if it weren't for the direct influence of those bumbling amateurs getting in the way of good, lawful means of detaining and capturing them."

"Yessir." She said, lowering her head in a soft nod.

"Is that all?"

"No, sir." She said as she followed along with Feral as he started toward his office. "We are still waiting to receive your RSVP for the Gala tonight, the mayor will be expecting--"

"Officer---" He paused, realizing he hadn't even spotted an indication of her nametag.

"Katsun." She spoke with a blink of a pair of steely blue eyes. "Katherine Katsun."

"Officer Katsun." He spoke, maintaining his gruff exterior. "You may tell Mayor Manx that I will be in attendance. As if he would think I would let that diamond go out in the open without a thousand eyes staring at it."

"Y-yessir." She said as she jotted a note on a pad of paper in her hand. "Then I will send an escort to--"

"No escorts." Feral sneered. "I assure you that I will not need protection of something goes wrong. Understood?"

"Yessir." She said, giving him a stern salute.

Feral half-heartedly returned the gesture before turning and stepping through the door into his office. The room was almost pitch-black with the shades drawn and he had to stagger across the room in the dark. He reached and pulled the blind, recoiling back at the brightness of the sunlit sky immediately outside of his office window. Spotting a familiar plane in the distance, he scowled, recognizing the Turbokat as it disappeared into the skyline. "Damn SwatKats..." He said. "As if your vigilante ways weren't enough to get in the way of my authority, now it seems like you're getting to be popular. It won't be long though, it won't be long until your true colors are shown." He rolled his eyes and closed them to shake his head. "What else could go wrong today?" He muttered before turning to look at his desk.

On top of his desk was a strange looking card, blue with a black mask emblazoned on it. Approaching the card, he picked it up and turned it over to see a single word written on the back of it: "Tonight." And nothing else. Turning the card back over, something tugged at Feral's memory; he'd seen this icon somewhere before...

After a moment he spoke again; realizing: "Sly Cooper..." He uttered to himself.

Night had fallen on the city before long and the time had come for the Megacat City Gala; everyone of the posh society in the city turned up on the bright red carpets of the exposition hall to be toured through some of the most valuable antiquities donated and housed by the city's; and the world's richest cats. Camera lights flashed as new faces showed up, the brilliant photographers swarming the elite including Mayor Manx and Deputy Mayor Claico Briggs, who arrived in a dark blue; tinted-window limousine with about fifty security guards of Feral's unique squadron to insure their safety. Feral himself appeared at the doorway as they approached; he was dressed in a dark grey tuxedo with a black tie that was tailor-made for his sleek, muscular body. He took a moment to adjust the cuffs of his jacket before speaking into them;

"Feral to team Alpha." He said. "Radio check."

The microphone lodged in Feral's ear crackled to life. "Alpha team check, go for Beta team." "Beta team check, go for Omega team." "Omega team, check."

Confident that his cufflink communicator would work well enough, Feral accompanied Manx and Briggs in through the entrance to the Gala. Orchestral music echoed through the stadium that could not be heard from outside the soundproofed walls, and as they entered the massive dome that made up the gallery's center, the room spread out into thousands of the most unique exhibits imaginable. Many valuable in their own rights, but all centering around the Catseye Diamond; a massive piece of orange and green colored diamond. By all accounts, it should not have been considered a diamond by its color, but it registered in terms of a gemology scale many years ago as the world's largest diamond. Just as hard, just as heavy and just as dazzling as any other, only on a scale of about thirty-five hundred and forty-nine carats and weighing in at almost two pounds on its own. Feral eyed it with a faint sigh; that would be the target of any thieves that may wish to take anything from the Gala this evening.

"Pardon me." A figure brushed past Feral and made his way into the back room. For a moment, Feral nearly ignored the dark tuxedoed figure, but noticed the banded tail woefully wrapped in a way to pass for a cat's appendage.

"Hey, you!" Feral shouted at the figure disappearing into the crowd. "Attention teams; we have a suspicious figure in attendance; male, black suit, gray fur. His tail appears to have been bound to look like a cat's tail. Be on alert, I will try to find him." Turning to the mayor and deputy, he bowed slightly. "Callie, Mayor. I must take my leave, please make sure that you are in sight of my teams at all times."

"Wh-what's going on? Who was that?" Manx asked.

"A suspect. Don't worry I will take care of it." He said as he rushed through the crowd.

It was literally elbow-to-elbow that Feral had to push his way through as he made his way along the floor until he spotted the figure slip past the door leading toward the fire exit. Feral followed quickly, entering a much quieter corridor that wound its way up in a large spiral toward the top of the dome. He stepped over to the emergency exit and saw that the locks were still secure; the suspect hadn't left the building. Padding his hip to verify his gun was still present, Feral began to make his way up the ramp, the soft carpet under his feet making it impossible to tell if the suspect was still heading up or if he'd stopped. He made his way to the second floor, drawing his gun and scanning it across the darkened hallway and seeing nothing before continuing his path upward. Whoever this person was, he appeared to be guiding Feral to the roof. Reaching the door that led out onto the rooftop, Feral held his gun up and took a deep breath before kicking it open and exiting the building forcibly.

The rooftop was a massive square that framed out the domed glass window on top of the exhibition hall, it had cooled down considerably for the evening and for once it seemed the rooftop lights didn't cover enough surface area for him to be able to see into every nook and cranny. "Alright, Cooper. I know you're out here!" He shouted. "Come out with your hands up and surrender before I--mmph!"

Feral was thrust back by a figure suddenly throwing himself from the dark, locking him at the muzzle with his own, the cat dropped his gun which fell out of sight as he was slung back against the railing that lined the edge of the roof. A pair of slick paws slipped up under Feral's suit jacket and pulled it apart, a rather impressive thump of the raccoon's bulge struck Feral in the groin as they landed together. Feral whimpered as a lewd, ravishing tongue made its way into his mouth and began to tangle against his own. His hands couldn't push Cooper away though, their bodies were so hard against the railing that he had to hold onto it in order to support the weight and keep them from toppling over. Sly moved fast as lightning though, his hands ripping the cat's shirt open and exposing the older cat's muscular torso. They grabbed at his belt and yanked their loins together. Thanks to his bare stomach, he felt the wet slap of a thick cock against his fur before reaching forward and realizing that Sly had no pants on, only the slick jacket he spotted him in only moments before.

Feral gasped as Cooper ripped his belt open, causing his cock to bounce out into the night air and Sly crouched down, wrapping his mouth around the aching shaft, causing Feral's gasp to shift suddenly from a gasp to a moan. Cooper's tongue worked expertly down the commander's flesh, crawling and lapping from tip to base as his mouth went down on the throbbing erection. "C-Coop--ahhhh!" He moaned loudly, cutting himself off as he realized his cuff links were still recording, but he couldn't help but gape at the raccoon, whose tail was swishing from left to right in an almost-hypnotic pattern. Feral wanted to grab Sly's ass, his every impulse told him to do it, but he was nothing more than a criminal. No, he couldn't he had to arrest him. "F-Fuuuck!" He groaned out as he felt his balls lift up and drop heavily as Sly paid attention to each one of them before lapping up to the tip then returning to a standing position, their swords crossing between their bodies hard as he sandwiched them together.

"Why, Commander. Is that your dick in my mouth, or you just happy to see me?"

"Fuck you." Feral sneered in a final, defiant glare.

Sly smirked. "Maybe later, but right now I don't have that kind of time." He said, grabbing Feral's cock by one paw he took his other and slashed off his jacket before throwing him to the ground in a rather rough manner. Feral grunted and tried to move, but in an instant, Sly was on top of him.

Their naked groins began to grind together as Feral realized that he wasn't dressed in anything but his socks as his pants had been flung halfway across the roof. Feral grunted, trying to free himself from the raccoon's tightened grip as he continued to rub their flesh together. "You see, you've got another criminal in your city and I plan to catch him before he can get away with the diamond. But I can't say I don't want to have a little bit of fun before the main event goes down, right?" "Y-You!" Feral gasped and moaned as his precum began to spurt from the tip of his cock. Sly grinned and reached his paw down, catching the precum as he began to stroke their members together, producing even more precum from the both of them as Feral continued to writhe and wriggle to get away.

Finally, Feral had enough. He growled and grabbed Sly by the shoulder, pushing him back into a tumble that ended up with him on the top. Sly, being smaller was tiny under the weight of the veteran and looked back at him with a look of playful defiance now. Breathing heavily, Feral looked as though he were about to get up and leave well enough alone, but instead thrust his mouth into Sly's again. Sly; pleasantly surprised moaned and returned the kiss, his hands glazing down the commander's tight ass and squeezing it as he pushed the cat into him. Feral grunted and shook as his cock began to spew cum in between them as their bodies sandwiched the seed against their bodies, completely coating Sly's nice suit jacket that Feral eagerly began to unfasten and remove from the raccoon's slender body. "AHHH! Fuuuck!" He moaned as he continued to thrust into Sly's stomach fur, his erection not softening in the slightest. "You're mine, Cooper." He said in a lustful expulsion of air as he huffed his breath on Sly's neck. His claws grabbing at the raccoon's legs, readying to lift them up.

Sly didn't seem too impressed by this, even being covered in the commander's loads of cum, he remained calm as he grinned. "Like I said, Commander. I don't have that kind of time!"

Suddenly, Sly gave Feral a kick to the shoulders, knocking him back into the railing. The commander reeled back for a moment before returning to an upright position but immediately Sly was thrust up against him, the raccoon grabbed Feral by the arm, and swung him around, latching his arm in place by handcuffing his wrist to the railing. "Hey! What are you--?!" Feral felt the metal of a second pair of handcuffs clicking against his other wrist, locking him down against the rails with his ass hanging out in the air. "He-ey!" He cried out before Cooper wrapped his arms around the commander's waist and began to drag his cock up the cleft of the cat's ass. Feral froze in shock as he felt Coopers lithe body grind against his own muscular one. "AHHH!" He cried out, feeling the sting of penetration. The sting didn't last for long however, and he was soon moaning "Fuck! Ahhh!" Again and again as the raccoon began to plunge into him deeper and deeper until their bodies slid together in a loud almost-uncontrollably wet and sloppy manner.

Feral leaned forward and cried out with every thrust, unable to move his arms back to fight the thief off as Cooper's fingers dug hard into his hips, his rhythm upping in tempo as Feral's voice began to echo down through the city. The commander realized his team was probably able to hear all this, but why hadn't they come to his aid? Were they really going to sit on the sidelines while their commander was fucked by Sly Cooper?

Feral's hips began to gyrate into Cooper's thrusts, their bodies slapping together harder now. He could feel Sly's balls bouncing hard into his own the hot tip of the raccoon cock plummetting deeper and deeper into his ass until every inch of Sly's meat planted itself deep inside.

"NNH! Damn!" Sly exclaimed after a bit, suddenly thrusting hard and humping into Feral's ass. Evident that he had cum, it only took Feral a second to realize that there was a wet warmth flooding his ass. Filling him so much that it began to send him over the edge. Feral cried out and let out a loud roaring noise before suddenly ejaculating himself, sending thick, hefty loads of white seed into the air over the expo entryway far below. Feral began to whimper with each thick strand as Sly then pushed himself in all the way to the hilt, his cock still pumping out fresh seed as he chuckled deep and whispered into Feral's ear. "I hope the people below are using umbrellas." He said.

As Sly pulled himself out of Feral's ass, Feral felt the discharge of cum splash out of him and drain heavily onto the rooftop below. Both men breathing heavily as Feral's mind whirled over what had just happened. "What---what---what now?"

"OH don't worry." Sly said with a coy grin. "Like I said, I've got a theft to foil and you... you don't have to worry about a thing."

"Ouch!" Feral grunted as he felt something sting him on the ass. He looked behind him and saw Sly extract a needle from his backside. Instantly, he began to feel dizzy and drowsy, Feral's eyes rolled back. "What are you----" His voice trailed off and suddenly everything went black.

The early morning sunlight roused Feral from his sleep. His eyes focused on the clock on his side of the bed that read seven-ten in the morning. He tried to move but felt a sudden headache that made him close his eyes and turn to face the other way. Another card caught his attention; another message from Sly. Remembering the events of the night before he rolled his eyes and muffled a curse word into his pillow before picking up the card. This turned on the television in the wall behind him as the announcer came on the screen;

"To recap, the Gala suffered what could have been a tragedy last night as a criminal named El Jefe attempted to break into the Expo and steal the priceless Catseye Diamond."

The anchor's costar continued: "Yes, but thanks to the efforts of Commander Feral's team and a mysterious citizen that tripped the tiger up as he made his exit, the diamond is safe and back in the hands of authorities..."

Feral groaned and plunged his face into the pillow again before looking at the back of the card: "Sorry Commander, had to skip town. Next time we meet though, we'll talk about the fucking you owe me. -Sly"

Filled with anger beyond comprehension, Feral crushed the card in his bare claw. "Cooper..." He snarled.

THE END