Sly looked over his catch.
The handsome, slender, but well-built raccoon thief, clad only in a blue shirt, boots, gloves, and hat, (and oddly a mask, despite having fur around his eyes that resembled a mask), leaned casually on his trademark cane. His two loot bags, one that went on his leg, the other on his back, were hanging from a nearby coatrack. His ringed gray tail flicked about in amusement.
And tied up on his bed was the luxuriously sexy Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox. She was ridiculously gorgeous, a fiery latina fox with bright orange-red fur, a long, fluffy tail, ample curves covered by a pair of jeans and a blue crop top, her jacket and gloves tossed aside. She still had her boots, although Sly had removed the laces to tie her arms to the bed. On her head was a luxurious mane of silky blue hair. Her trademark shock pistol was on the other side of the room.
"Kidnapping now, ringtail?" Carmelita said acidly, struggling against her bonds. Her head throbbed from where Sly had knocked her out after her failed ambush. "This won't look good on your record."
Sly smirked, sitting on a nearby chair. "Only if I keep you. And to be fair, you attacked me without cause," he said. "This is home invasion. Plus I could make a case for self-defense."
Carmelita twitched. She hadn't thought of that. "The other warrants against you..." Carmelita tried.
"Are in other countries. They don't apply here in France," Sly countered. "You, Miss Foxy Fox, just committed a crime."
Carmelita groaned, realizing he was right. "Damn it..." she muttered, slumping over on the bed. "...So now what?"
Sly smirked. "Well, I think this is a bit of an opportunity for us, my dear," he said.
"What are you talking about?" Carmelita asked.
"Well..." Sly said. "Despite our professional differences, I do believe there is something between us. Certainly I'm fond of you, and for reasons other than the fact that you are extremely attractive and a very fun rival."
Carmelita blushed. "I... I suppose you're rather interesting to me as well... I've seen the good you're capable of as a thief, and I... I sometimes wish you'd be a cop instead," she admitted.
Sly quirked an eyebrow. "That was physically painful to say, wasn't it?"
"You've no idea," Carmelita muttered.
Sly chuckled. "Ah, Miss Dedicated Cop. I suppose that's another reason I'm attracted to you, because I've never been able to charm you to my side of things..." he said.
Carmelita sighed. "Are you going somewhere with this, Cooper?"
Sly grinned. "The way I see it, this is a rare opportunity for us," he said. "Paris is for lovers, after all. And since you found me by sheer accident, I'm guessing there's no one here looking for me."
Carmelita licked her muzzle, blushing as she started to see where Sly was going with this. "Y-Yeah... I was just out walking when I spotted you..."
Sly smirked. "And my face isn't known to the press. So if you were seen with a skinny raccoon over the next few days, no one would think anything of it," he said. "We could... indulge our passion for one another in a completely safe way."
Carmelita squirmed, feeling a warm, rather pleasant tingling building up in her crotch. "Passion..." she said, somewhat breathlessly.
Sly hopped up onto the bed, Carmelita noticing for the first time that Sly was clearly aroused as well and OH GOODNESS was Ringtail packing a big one. "Yes... passion..." Sly said. He then smiled, laying casually down next to her. "Of course, I'm no rapist. If you say no, I'll let you go, no harm done. I never intended to press charges anyway."
Carmelita hesitated. She could leave now, and preserve something of her dignity.
But how often would she get a chance like this?
"Sly..." Carmelita said, finding her voice going hoarse with arousal.
"Hm?" Sly said, smiling at her in that oh so charming fashion that drove her nuts in so many different ways.
"Don't untie me just yet..." Carmelita said, smirking.
Sly's jaw dropped, and it quickly turned into a smile. "Oh you kinky little vixen," he teased.
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Neyla, contrary to the poise she usually portrayed, was under constant stress. As the mole for the KLAWW Gang, she had to portray a lot of roles. She had to play the good cop, she had to play the ally to Sly and occassional friends with benefits, she had to pretend to be Carmelita's friend (although in truth, she was actually fond of the fox, if only for entertainment value), she had to give intel to Arpeggio, she had to play Arpeggio's student...
She had a brief flash of herself as a giant metal bird, and shook her head. She was SO glad she had decided to talk Arpeggio out of stealing Clockwerk's body. The research she did on Clockwerk after the heist was abandoned made her realize that stealing the damn thing would have destroyed them all.
Neyla was under constant stress. Fortunately, she had a way to unwind.
"Well well," said the rhino bouncer. "Haven't seen you in a while."
"Work keeps me busy," the purple tigress said, putting her hands on her amazing hips. "Is Mistress in?"
The rhino chuckled. "I'll let her know," he said, speaking into a comm-link on his lapel.
A moment later, a wolf in dominatrix gear and a kimono came out, hugging Neyla. "Darling, it's been too long!" she said. "We've all missed you at the club."
"Finally found some free time, love," Neyla said. "Work's been keeing me away."
"And depriving us of your company as well," Mistress said, pouting. She then giggled. "Anything you'd like to do tonight?"
"Nothing special," Neyla said. "I was thinking of submitting myself to the toy rack for the night."
"Ah, an old favorite of yours," the Mistress said, giggling, the two of them walking inside. "We'll get you set up. Safeword this time?"
"Cooper Gang," Neyla said, smirking.
Mistress grinned. "Still haven't caught them yet, huh?"
"No. I almost don't want to, though," Neyla said. "Life would be less fun without the Ringtail out and about."
Mistress nodded, leading her into the club. All around, furs in bondage gear were having sex, guards standing around to make sure everything was safe, sane, and consensual. The rubber-wrapped wolf led Neyla into a room with a plushly padded floor, several men and women in bindings that left them near helpless writhing in pleasure as their users had fun with them. She led Neyla past them to a large room filled with showers. The tigress thanked her, locking up her clothes and gear in a nearby locker, and cleaned up. After drying off with one of the complimentary towels, the attendants helped Neyla suit up.
Rubber pants, cut up to leave her pussy and ass easily accessible, were put on her, her arms bound together with handcuffs and a rubber casing. Her jaw was forced open by an O-ring gag, a rubber corset that left her breasts bare wrapped around her torso. Finally, she was blindfolded, her world going dark. Helpless, only able to feel and smell and hear, the purple tigress was led out into the toy room, her arms mounted on a rack by the handcuffs chain.
This is what Neyla needed. Total surrender, total helplessness. It would be such a needed relief after the week she's had.
And judging from the smell, the heavily aroused man musk, coming towards her, it would seem that she already had someone who wanted to play with her.
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Penelope wondered if she'd made a bad choice.
She hated leaving Bentley. He was so good with tools, and the little turtle was surprisingly skilled a lover, so that wasn't an issue. But he refused to be more than just the tech man for Sly's team. He was so brilliant, he could do so much more, make so much more money in science than as a 'gentleman thief.'
But he refused to betray his 'brother.'
Frustrating.
So she had left him, going to work for a rival gang, led by a skunk named Cyrille Le Paradox. Which was fine, as he paid well. But Le Paradox was an idiot. He wanted to use time travel to discredit the entire Cooper line, which had so many ways of possibly going wrong. She told him so. He wasn't listening.
The lavender mousegirl sighed wearily. At least his other minions were more reasonable, all of them having doubts about Le Paradox as well. That Cuban tiger, El Jefe, was especially hot.
Tall and well built, with reddish-orange fur and a delicious accent. He found him resting, leaning out the window of the gym and smoking a cigar. The only thing he wore was a pair of form-fitting black pants and a martial arts shirt.
"El Jefe?" Penelope said, wearing a yellow jumpsuit as she walked into the gym.
El Jefe turned. "Ah, the genius girl who is inventing the idiota's time machine," he said. "What is wrong? Does the idiot have another 'brilliant' idea to subject us to? If so, then my rates are doubling."
Penelope chuckled. "No. I was just wondering if you wanted to do something tonight," she said.
El Jefe cackled, looking her over. "Well, if nothing else, you are certainly a woman of good taste!" he said. "Although there is a size difference between us. Are you sure you can handle El Jefe?"
It was true. El Jefe towered over the mouse. But Penelope just smirked. "Trust me, handsome. I can smoke that giant cigar you got in your pants all night if I have to."
El Jefe grinned. "I like you, mouse. Offer accepted."
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