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Sly Cooper has always been the kid who will accept any dare.

In elementary school, you could goad him into eating something inadvisable, and he would, probably maintaining direct eye contact the whole time. As a teen, the slightest encouragement would see him committed to some thorough and brutal prank intended to ruin an unlikeable teacher's day.

And now, instead of studying for his remedial college exams (he'll get 'em right on the day, _this _time), he's breaking into a fucking haunted house.

Everyone on campus knows about it. The big, decrepit mansion about a mile's walk away, leering in at the town. It was probably quite lovely, back in the damn Civil War era. As it stands, it looks like a massive skull wrought in dark timber. And Sly is the only student in the college's history to move more than ten feet past its outer gate.

It's laughable, really. Everyone else is so afraid of this dump, he doesn't even have a witness. If he wanted to, he could be in a McDonalds right now, writing the narrative of all the spooOOOOoooOOOooky crap he saw. But he's not that kind of guy. He's curious. He responds well to challenges. And he's going to find out what's inside.

He starts small, creeping up to the house and examining the windows one by one. He'd get a better view inside if he was doing this in daylight, but that was never an option. If he's not exploring the evil mansion at midnight, what's even the point?

A quick sweep of the perimeter reveals nothing unusual. He doesn't try the front door - not his style. No, he already has his plan. Around the back, the porch slopes a little drunkenly. Someone athletic, brave, and more than a little reckless could climb onto its roof, and from there, enter through the overlooking window.

The plan plays out quickly and with a minimum of splinters.

He'd be left stuck on this rickety roof if the window was secured properly, but it isn't. He easily slides it open and lets himself in. His feet find soft carpet. Funny. He expected this place to smell worse.

Sly briefly pokes around this cluttered spare bedroom, but nothing catches his eye. He wants to map out the whole place first. He exits into the corridor, his eyes adjusting to the lack of moonlight. Again, less rotted than he would've guessed.

On a whim, he takes the nearby stairs, moving with careful confidence. He isn't afraid of ghosts, but breaking his neck on a broken step would be pretty embarrassing.

So he stays alert and engaged as he reaches the ground floor. He saunters through the nearest door-

and a gnarled hand closes around his throat.

Sly's always been quick on his feet, but that just means he manages to fit a lot of panic and regret and sharp reversal of previous skepticism in the half-second between first contact and his head hitting a wall. Claws against his flesh. Hot breath in his face.

"I SAW YOU COME IN, Y'KNOW."

"Oh," he says. "Did you?"

As last words go, he's satisfied. Calm, mildly comedic. He braces to be torn apart by this unseen demon. But it doesn't stay unseen. With a grouchy flicker, the mansion's elderly electric lights kick in.

There's an angry crocodile pinning him to the wall. Dark sweatpants and a loose pink shirt and black curls contained in a straining red bandanna. She's got a few decades on him, not that her iron grip gives that away. Another hot breath hisses through her many, many fangs.

"Care to explain yourself... boy?"

"Funny story." Sly manages a grin. He's been in worse situations. "My... I hesitate to say 'friends', really more like 'acquaintances', thought this place was empty. Wrongly. I guess."

"I ain't laughing."

"Okay, maybe it's not that funny a st-"

Abruptly, she releases him. But she's much, much larger than him, and doesn't back off. He decides against bolting.

"Sorry," he says, and means it. "This was some dumb dare, honest. I wouldn't have done it if..."

"Hush."

She looks him over, her dark eyes hard.

"I got half a mind to put a voodoo curse on you, child. A nasty one."

He meets her gaze calmly. "Not likely."

"Oh? A skeptic, are we?"

"No. Well yes." He folds his arms. "But 'voodoo' is just a certain kind of African spirituality that a century of movies has wrongly conflated with dark magic. There's nothing inherently scary about it. What, are you gonna threaten me with a crucifix next? Maybe a menorah?"

"I was gonna ask if you were from that goddamn college 'bout a mile away," she says, flatly, "and now I guess I don't gotta."

"History of Global Religion," he says, smugly. "I take a _lot _of electives."

"Is that why you failed all your exams, child?"

"That's not-!"

His glare gives way to something more guarded.

"...how did you know that?"

She just grins back at him with a maw full of teeth.

After a second, Sly catches himself. Just a lucky guess. Not magic, '''voodoo''' or otherwise. He broke into her house, and now she's fucking with him. Fair's fair.

If anything, that's a good sign. He meets her grin with one of his own. "Listen. I _am _sorry for disturbing you, and honestly, this is super embarrassing for me too. Breaking into some poor lady's house - it's just bad for my rep, y'know? So how about we both laugh this off and forget it ever happened?"

She does laugh, a low, throaty chuckle. He can hear it clearly as she leans in close.

"No."

Her eyes are hard. They're a striking shade of brown, Sly realizes - bordering on red.

"This 'poor lady' isn't interested in limp little apologies," she says. She's close enough again for him to feel her breath on his fur. "You wanna make it up to me, boy? You better give me something more worthwhile than words."

Sly is defiant. His curiosity spurs him to play along, but he shows no fear. "What, you need a hand around the house? Someone to stir the cauldron, maybe clean the sacrificial knives?"

"Something like that," she smirks. "My, if you ain't a mouthy one, though..."

Without warning, her hand finds his chin. Sly's ears flick in alarm, in irritation, but that's the only reaction he can squeeze in. Her claws matter-of-factly pull up his lips.

"Great set of fangs, I'll admit..."

She steps back, looking him up and down. Sly suddenly feels... naked. He's still fully clothed, in the simple shirt and cargo pants he prefers for questionable adventures in urban exploration. But something about her calm, businesslike gaze seems to be looking right into him. He suppresses a shiver.

"You'll do," she announces.

"I'll do what?"

But she takes hold of his hand, his soft grey fur trapped in her scaly grip. "You clearly prefer action to words, boy. Let me show you."

Sly lets himself be dragged deeper into the house. Part of him is obviously insulted at being manhandled, and a smaller part, a much smaller and dumber part of no real importance, is beginning to fear this woman is genuinely a witch. But the controlling stake still belongs to the insatiable curiosity that saw him breaking into a haunted house in the first place. This is more interesting than poking through a bunch of empty rooms, whatever the hell it is.

His hostess is bringing him up the stairs when something occurs to him. "Hey, uh. I still don't know your name."

"You don't," she agrees.

"I'm Sly."

"Not very."

He glares at her back.

They move past the spare bedroom he entered through. He catches sight of another, across from it, while at the end of the hall is very clearly her own bedroom. A huge bed, adorned in dark red sheets, which disappears from view when she abruptly pulls him into a different spare bedroom. This house is too big for one lady.

She releases him, but shuts the door. Sly looks around. The bed here looks clean, but unused. There isn't much furniture. Or much normal furniture, at least.

There are clear crystals surrounding the bed in a careful circle. Some hang from the ceiling, others sit atop long poles like candlesticks. Each one is pinkish, and roughly the same size and shape. Roughly.

"Uh." He peers into the nearest one. "What are these, Miss...?"

"Ruby."

"They look more like- oh. Right." He turns to her. "What the hell are we doing, Miss Ruby?"

"Mz.," she corrects. "And those would be sex crystals."

The dusty quiet of the house is disturbed by Sly laughing very loudly.

She watches him darkly until he trails off. "Sorry," he says. "You just... said it so bluntly."

"I don't beat around the bush, child."

He takes another, slightly more critical look. "And, what? You sell these?"

"I will," she admits. "But not until they're ready. The energies need to be properly activated first."

Sly's sarcastic skepticism almost makes it out of his mouth, just on reflex. But then he takes another look at that last sentence. "Yeah, th- ...wait. What?"

Mz. Ruby steps closer.

Now that he's locked in one of her bedrooms with her, Sly realizes his earlier premonition was exactly correct. She was sizing him up. And now she's going to make use of him.

Those scaly hands take hold of him again. The motion is gentler this time, as she cups his furred cheeks. But it's also firm. She holds him in place and locks eyes with him. "My usual provider for such services is... unavailable." That voice is so forceful, so mysterious. She could mean a trip out of town or the finality of death and Sly can't tell. "If you're not up to the task, you best run back to your textbooks now, boy."

Sly does his best to maintain composure. The nervous excitement quavering under his low voice is probably obvious, though. "Just like that? You're not gonna put a... a love spell on me, or anything?"

"Oh, please. I look like an amateur to you? 'Sides, a young thing like you..."

Her hands leave his face and reach for her top. There's a single, smooth motion.

"...don't need much stimulatin', hmm?"

Sly swallows. She's right. Suddenly, he's face to face with an impressive set of green tits, heavy and full. Two wide, dark nipples stare back at him. The way Mz. Ruby casually drops her top only turns him on more.

She laughs in his face. "See! That's all it takes to get your blood pumpin'!" A claw-tipped finger finds his chin. Sly finds himself being drawn in. "Now, how's about a little taste...?"

For once, he's at a loss for words. But that's fine. Surrendering any hesitation, Sly puts his mouth to better use and wraps his lips around one nipple.

Her texture is rougher than average, a bit like a cat's tongue. But it's not unappealing. It doesn't stop him from licking in a long, slow circle. He wants to impress her, so he focuses on his work, using his tongue and lips and even careful fang motions to get her to perk into his mouth. He earns that, as well as a low huff of approval. And a little pat on the head.

"Mmnnh... Good, good... You're young and virile, but not completely inexperienced. That's perfect. I was ready to train you if I had to..."

Oh, Sly is still open to that. His mouth is too busy to say so, but he thinks she gets the message from how his whole body shivers, down to his tail.

"Now, Sly, you just keep on doing that..." She takes his hands in hers and stuffs them down either side of her sweatpants, encouraging him to grab needy fistfuls of her hips. "...and you just keep your hands there, that's it, good boy..." Once she feels his fingers on her scales, her own hands move with purpose. "...and I'll go ahead and, ah, see what you have for me."

Sly sighs helplessly into her tits as she effortlessly strips off his pants. He's almost fully erect, and he only gets harder as those rough but skilled hands claim him. Ruby's fingers explore his soft balls and thick shaft with businesslike experience.

"Wonderful..." Her voice is a warm breath. "Oh, Sly, what fine material you've brought me... What a gift~..."

When she wraps around him in a possessive squeeze, his soft thighs reflexively twitch. He pulls away from her chest to suck in a breath.

She chuckles. "So full of energy, too. So eager... How about it, Sly? You ready to get started?"

"Hhgh..." He grits his teeth as he hardens in her grip. "Y-yeah."

"Yeah, who, boy?"

Confusion pokes through the arousal on his face. Partly. "Yeah... Mz. Ruby?"

"Full-name basis. Nice and respectful." She grins with that army of fangs. "I like it."

And then she plants a firm kiss on his mouth.

Sly groans softly and parts his lips. Her tongue snakes in, exploring his mouth. He can feel the sheer power in her jaws. He wonders what it would be like to get his dick sucked by a mouth like that. He wonders if he's about to find out. The thought is more than a little scary, but that's not the only reason it makes his body tingle.

She has other plans. The kiss doesn't last long, and soon she's grinning down at him again. "Almost there. Just one last li'l ritual before we begin. I've kissed you..."

Thumbs hooked into her waistband, Ruby sheds her sweatpants. The thick scent of arousal hits Sly's nose.

"...now you kiss me."

Ruby's hands on his shoulders guide him to his knees. Her pussy is dark, the same enticing dark as her nipples. She plants a hand on his head, as though this sight - this smell - isn't already enough of an invitation.

Sly doesn't waste time with further words. He leans in, and kisses her.

He's buzzing with hormones as his lips meet hers. With all this talk of almost starting, he knows he won't be down here long. So he brings out his best kiss; slow, deep, slightly wet. Just a bit of tongue. Nice and romantic, for this bizarre woman he just met.

"Not bad," she murmurs, but the movements of her tail, the way she gently plays with his hair, say something else. "And now that you've shown the proper respect, it's time..."

Sly pulls back, getting an excellent angle on Ruby's curvy body from below. She watches him from between her heavy tits.

"Get on the bed," she says. No, orders. "And lose the rest of your clothes," she adds, shaking her dark hair loose of her bandanna. "We both gotta be completely naked."

Sly was unaware there were rules to this. In fact, he forgot this was all for the crystals that surround them. Any sarcasm he has stays buried. He isn't going to ruin the mood now. Instead, he does exactly as instructed. He fully strips himself, leaving his toned, furry body fully nude. Then he lies back on the clean sheets. Most of him lies back, anyway - his dick is completely erect.

"Mmmnh..." Ruby climbs on too, kneeling above him. "Quite a sight... Are you ready, sugar?"

He answers with a grin and a nod.

"You better be," she says. "You better give me me your all." A clawed finger finds his cock. "Give me..." Caresses it into alignment. "...everything..."

Ruby plunges down.

"F-fuck!" Sly shivers from the sudden sensation. Instantly, he's buried to the hilt, and it doesn't stop there. Ruby clenches around him, hard, making his hips buck reflexively.

She lets out a low groan. "C'mon, Sly... Don't just lie there..." She's rubbing her hips into his, dragging herself along his crotch. "I told you to give it to me...!"

Sly takes deep breath to steady himself. Tinged with the perfume of Ruby's arousal, it gives him the strength to move. He leans up and begins to pump her. Not replacing her forwards-backwards motion, but adding to it. His dick is moving in two dimensions and being constantly squeezed by wet alligator pussy. Compared to the energetic but clumsy experiences he's shared with fellow students, it's overwhelming.

But he won't just lie there and take it. He's been told to give, and he gives. He draws on all his stamina, pushing away thoughts of orgasm and focusing on his rhythm. Before long, he's fucking her hard from below. As hard as he can with those thick thighs straddling him.

"Mmmh! Impressive..." Ruby grins, playing with her tits. Waving them right in his face. "I knew you'd be up to the task, Sly... Don't stop..."

Her voice, usually so forceful, sounds a little breathy on those last words. Sly pumps even harder, and is rewarded by a rather girlish sound of pleasure.

Time slips away. The room, the whole house, is silent except for wet sounds of friction and two sets of heavy breathing. Sly's fingers dig into her waist as he fucks her. He's still getting used to the unique texture of her body. He mostly courts people like himself, all soft tails and toned, athletic figures. Mz. Ruby's the exact opposite - thick curves coated in rough scales. On paper, he's not sure he would've ever tried this. Pinned under her, his dick drilling her as deeply as he can, he's not complaining.

All he can do is huff and gasp and sometimes muster a groan. Ruby caresses her chest, clearly enjoying the lust glazing his face.

"Does that feel good, sugar?"

"Ffffucking...!" Sly's eyes screw shut as she sinks to the hilt and squeezes hard. "Never - hh - fucked like this before."

"Not one of your schoolgirl sluts, am I?" she purrs.

Sly opens his mouth, but another well-timed - deliberately timed - clench of her pussy kills his reply, reducing him to a helpless moan.

"Oh, but you're doing so good, Sly..." She slides a hand under him, stroking his back. "Part of me kinda expected you to last two seconds, so, heh, good job getting this far..."

That hand starts to guide him up. He obliges, bending at the waist. Without slowing his rhythm, of course.

Abruptly, Ruby grabs a fistful of his hair. She's got a tight grip now, her gaze inescapable. "Are you gonna cum, Sly?"

His cock twitches hard at the thought, but he stays strong. He can't help hissing a breath through his fangs, though.

She barks a laugh. "Big, strong man! You can keep this up all night, right?"

Ruby's mouth slams into his in a rough kiss. It almost feels like a punishment. Sly shivers as her sharp teeth brush purposefully against his lips.

She holds him captive like that for a few seconds before letting him take a lungful of air. "But this ain't our fourth date," she growls. "I didn't bring you up here to make love. You got something I want..." The hand on his back moves downward, until it's roughly gripping his ass. "...and you're going to give it to me. Understand?"

"Mmnngh..."

She tugs his hair and squeezes his dick simultaneously. "Understand?!"

"G-god! Yes!"

"Good!" Another sudden motion, and those arms are wrapped around them. Sly is buried, face-first, in her tits. "Then don't hold back!"

She holds him tight, his head sandwiched by her breasts. He's completely trapped. Sly has only one option, and he takes it. He fucks her harder, and harder, and-

He can't see anything in this wonderfully smothering darkness, but he can hear her gasps of pleasure just fine. He can feel her body start to shift impatiently, muscles stiffening in anticipation. He doubles down. He has to fuck her. He has to fuck her hard. It's the only thought in his warm, trapped head.

She clenches. He twitches. His cock is aching for release, and she told him - ordered him - not to fight it. So he doesn't.

Anchored against her body, Sly thrusts as hard and fast and deep as he can. And orgasm washes over him, starting at his balls and rolling up to his brain.

His noises of pleasure are muffled by her heavy chest. But Ruby's unconstrained, physically and emotionally - this is her damn house. She throws her head back and screams. Loud. Amid all the overwhelming sensations, Sly finds room for pride. Apparently he's done a good job.

Their shared climax drags out. Sly has a lot to give, and his balls pump over and over as they empty into Ruby's powerful body. Sly can't remember cumming this long, or this... abundantly. But eventually, they both come down. And they both collapse, sweatily, onto the sheets.

There are a few moments of breathy silence as they recover. Sly's no virgin - and neither is Ruby, holy shit - but they still need a minute.

The crystals, for their part, look completely unchanged.

Ruby finally turns her gaze to them. When she finds her voice, she settles into a murmur common to any small business owner, regardless of industry. "Mmnh, not bad... That's gotta've charged 'em more than halfway, but the first session's always the biggest. Gonna need at least one more, but is three better, just to be safe...?"

Sly idly presses against her, feeling out her scales. "Oh, my schedule's clear. Whatever you need from me, I'm here."

She grunts, and wraps a thick arm around him. Sly wouldn't call it a cuddle - it's too businesslike, maybe even possessive - but either way, a curvy older chick is holding his naked body against hers.

He strokes her chest and presses his luck. "Matter of fact, a college kid like me could get a lot out of a job like this. Unusual hours, _fulfilling _work... You feel like hiring?"

Ruby laughs. "I hope you ain't expecting to get paid! This was a freebie, to apologise for breaking into my damn house."

"Fair."

She strokes her chin with one hand, and his ass with the other. "Still... s'pose I could get a bit more material out of you. This fur's very high quality, and it's always easiest to get blood out of volunteers."

"Huh?"

"And of course..."

She rolls over, until her heavy tits pin him to the bed. She grins down at him, eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"I might be persuaded to pay a nice chunk of cash... in exchange for your soul."

"Eh," says Sly, with the unique and unearned confidence of a man under twenty. "I'm not using it."