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You hesitantly open the latch, only to discover that the suitcase is empty, save for a strange, plastic card in the shape of a Racoons face. Before you can process what's happening, a loud crash makes everyone jump as police come rushing into the room, lead by a busty, attractive fox with orange and yellow fur and long dark blue hair, who speaks with a Hispanic accent. “Hands up you ¡'escoria infractor'! This is a bust!”\n\nYou throws your hands up, feigning innocence with wide eyes. I'm just an innocent bystander! I was admiring the architecture!\nThe corner of Carmelita's lip curls into a sneer as she strides towards you, her Shock Pistol unwavering. Innocent bystander, eh? That's funny, considering you're standing right next to a suitcase full of nothing but a calling card from a known criminal. She circles you slowly, her eyes scanning you from head to toe, clearly not buying your act for a second.\n\nDon't play dumb with me, 'chico'. You know Ringtail, and I will find out how. Now, are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have to get rough? She raises her Shock Pistol slightly, a spark of electricity crackling around the barrel. Because trust me, 'rough' is not something you want to experience with this.\n \nCarmelita then had two officers tie you up to the table, she then began to take her pants and turned around to show you her huge,fat,soft,sweaty ass, your face became red “maybe this will let you talk Chico.” She said, as sat down on your face.\n\nThe air in the room crackles with a strange, almost ozone-like scent as Carmelita settles onto your face. The weight is considerable, a suffocating pressure that steals the breath from your lungs. She shifts slightly, grinding against you, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she feels you struggle.\n\nSo, 'chico', she purrs, her voice muffled but still audible, are you ready to talk about Ringtail now? Or do I need to... persuade you a little more? I can assure you, I have many ways to make you comfortable. She pauses, letting the implication hang heavy in the air. The Shock Pistol is still within easy reach, a silent threat that underscores her words. Tell me what I want to know, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting you breathe.\n\nYou couldn’t speak due the scent, as you was lost in it “fine then” Carmelita said, as began to rip massive gas on you, sinking your face more into her rump\n\nThe force of Carmelita's flatulence is almost unbearable, the stench filling your nostrils and burning his eyes. You gag, desperately trying to pull away, but her weight is too much. She continues her assault, each expulsion a deliberate act of dominance. So, 'listillo', she says, her voice muffled but laced with amusement, still not ready to talk? I can keep this up all day, you know. My 'trasero' has a lot more to say.\n\nShe shifts again, grinding her rear against your face, the pressure intensifying. The air is thick with the smell of her musk and the lingering odor of her gas. She seems to revel in your discomfort, her power over him absolute. Tell me about Ringtail, 'Taylor'. Where is he? What are you planning? Don't make me ask again, or I might just have to... 'express' myself further. She lets out another, even more potent blast, the force of it shaking his head. Now, are you going to cooperate, or are you going to suffocate under my 'belleza'?\n\nYour lack of oxygen couldn’t let you speak, as you felt your erection grow and throb in your shorts “you’re enjoying this huh Chico?” She scowled,digging \nher rump more and more deeper on you, letting out more obnoxious gas.\n\nCarmelita feels the growing pressure against her rear, a flicker of disgust mixing with a strange, unfamiliar heat deep within her. She ignores it, focusing on the task at hand, the image of Sly Cooper burning in her mind. So, you like this, 'cerdo'? She says, her voice laced with disdain, though a tremor betrays her composure. She shifts her weight, pressing down harder, cutting off your air supply even further. You think this is some kind of game? I assure you, I am far from finished.\n\nShe rises slightly, the sudden release of pressure causing you to gasp for air. Carmelita spins around, her Shock Pistol leveled at your chest, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. I-I don't know a Sly Cooper! You plead, only making Carmelita push her paw down on your chest harder, her Shock Pistol pointing straight at his face. Don't you fucking lie to me you '¡gusano patético!' Ringtail left you a calling card, why would he steal from a 'Pequeño nadie' like you!? She yells, her temper raising as you struggle beneath her paw.\n\nYou were too out of breath to speak, causing Carmelita to turn back around, putting her rear back on your face, and let out more obnoxious gas. “tell me where sly cooper is! I'm not gonna ask again!” She scowled\nCarmelita's nostrils flare, her grip tightening on the Shock Pistol. The air is thick with the lingering stench of her flatulence, a pungent reminder of her dominance. She's close, she can feel it. You know something, she just needs to break you. You think you can play me for a fool, 'muchacho'? I have dealt with criminals far more slippery than you. Ringtail doesn't just hand out calling cards to strangers. You're involved, and I will find out how.\n\nShe presses the muzzle of the Shock Pistol against your forehead, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her anger. Her finger tightens on the trigger, a silent threat hanging in the air. Last chance, 'Taylor'. Tell me where Ringtail is, what he's planning. Cooperate, and maybe I'll consider a lesser charge. Resist, and I promise you, you'll regret the day you ever crossed paths with Carmelita Montoya Fox.\n\nYou couldn’t breathe or speak at this point, the sheer weight of the Hispanic foxes round rump was too much for you, as you felt the urge of passing out. Carmelita let out some more deadly farts\nCarmelita watches your face turn an alarming shade of purple, your eyes rolling back in your head. A flicker of concern crosses her features, quickly masked by a renewed surge of anger. She can't let you pass out now, not when she's so close to getting information on Sly Cooper.\n\nAlright, 'listillo', enough games! She barks, abruptly lifting her rear off your face. You collapse against the table, gasping for air, your chest heaving. Carmelita keeps the Shock Pistol trained on him, her expression hard. You're going to talk, and you're going to talk now. Where is Ringtail hiding? What's he planning? Don't think you can play dead on me, 'muchacho'. I've got ways of waking you up that you won't enjoy.She takes a step closer, the electricity crackling around the barrel of the Shock Pistol growing more intense. Tell me what I want to know, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you walk out of here with your dignity intact. But if you keep playing coy, I promise you, you'll be begging for mercy.\n\nyou took a while to your breath and began to plead again I’m telling the truth! I don't know who this sly cooper is!, Carmelita gave the expression that she’s getting tired of your antics, “fine! Since you don’t wanna talk, I can punish you to the extent of the law!” She yelled, she turns around as you got a sight of her huge, sweaty, stinky culo, as she slams her hips back down using your face as a fart cushion\n\nCarmelita's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths. The air crackles with anticipation as she settles her full weight back onto your face, the suffocating pressure returning with a vengeance. The stench of her musk and the lingering remnants of her flatulence fill your nostrils, a potent cocktail designed to break your will.\n\nAlright, 'cabrón', she growls, her voice muffled but laced with a venomous edge. You want to play games? Fine. Let's see how long you can last when you can't breathe, can't see, and can't escape the 'belleza' of my 'trasero'. She begins to grind against his face, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to maximize his discomfort. The pressure intensifies, cutting off his air supply even further. She lets out another series of obnoxious gas, each expulsion a deliberate act of cruelty. Tell me about Ringtail, Or are you going to suffocate under my 'belleza'?\n\ncarmelita notices the throbbing erection in your shorts, she lifts her rear off your face taking off your shorts, even though your a small mouse, you have a huge package, she then give a seductive smirk and starts rubbing your hips on your throbbing penis.\n\n“how about we take it to the next level niño ratoncito~ how does my fat culo feel around your pene grande~?”\n\nCarmelita's eyes darken, a predatory gleam replacing the initial disgust. The feel of your erection against her rear seems to ignite a strange curiosity within her, a conflict raging between her duty and a primal urge she struggles to suppress. So, 'niño ratoncito', she purrs, her voice laced with a newfound sultriness, a stark contrast to her earlier harshness. She continues to grind against him, testing the waters, gauging his reaction. You think you can distract me with this? You think your little... 'pene grande' can make me forget about Ringtail?\n\nShe pauses, her breath hot against your ear. The scent of her musk intensifies, mingling with the lingering odor of her flatulence, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma. She knows she's playing a dangerous game, blurring the lines between cop and criminal, but the allure of information, the burning desire to catch Sly Cooper, outweighs her better judgment. Tell me where Ringtail is hiding, she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. Tell me, and maybe... just maybe... I'll let you feel what it's like to be with a real woman, a woman who knows how to use her 'belleza' to get what she wants.\n\ncarmelita turns around sitting on your lap, still rubbing her fat rear on your erection, causing you to almost break\nCarmelita's hips grind against Taylor's erection, her eyes half-closed as she savors the sensation. The power she holds over him is intoxicating, a heady mix of lust and control that threatens to consume her. You like this, 'niño'? She asks, her voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down his spine. She leans closer, her breath hot against his ear. Tell me about Ringtail, and I might just let you have a taste of what you've been craving.\n\nShe pauses, waiting for his response, her body trembling with anticipation. The line between cop and criminal has blurred, and she's teetering on the edge of a dangerous precipice. But the thought of finally catching Sly Cooper, of finally proving herself, is too tempting to resist. Don't make me ask again, ' she says, her voice hardening slightly. She pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, her gaze intense and unwavering. Where is he? \n\nyou let out a few whimpers as she continues to rock her fat butt against you, giving you a buttjob, you felt the urge to explode, as you were still speechless, still not knowing who sly cooper is\nCarmelita's patience wears thin, the rhythmic grinding of her hips a frantic attempt to break your resolve. A bead of sweat trickles down her temple, a testament to the internal battle raging within her. She pulls back slightly, her eyes blazing with a mixture of frustration and a desperate, almost pleading, desire.\n\nDamn it! Are you really going to let this... this charade go on any longer? I'm offering you a way out, a chance to make things right. Don't throw it away for some two-bit thief who wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. She pauses, her voice softening slightly, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. Just tell me where he is. Please.\n\nCarmelita began to go faster, slamming her rear up and down on your shaft and loud plaps can be heard around the room, just when you're on the verge, you finally tell her.\nCarmelita's ears perk up, her blue eyes widening slightly as she hears the words she's been desperately trying to extract. The frantic rhythm of her hips slows, then stops altogether. She remains on your lap, her body tense, waiting for you to continue.\n\nWhat did you say? She asks, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of disbelief and hope. She leans forward, her gaze piercing, searching your face for any sign of deception. The room is silent, save for the heavy breathing of both of them, the air thick with anticipation. She needs to be sure, she needs to know if this is finally it, the moment she's been working towards for so long. Tell me everything, 'niño'. Don't leave anything out.\n\nYou, tears welling in your eyes, whispers a location in the hopes she'll stop. He's... he's at the old Clock Tower, south of the city!\nCarmelita's grip tightens on your shoulders, her nails digging slightly into your skin. A wave of relief washes over her, quickly followed by a surge of adrenaline. The Clock Tower. She knows that place. It's been abandoned for years, a perfect hideout for a criminal like Sly Cooper.\n\nThe Clock Tower, you say? She repeats, her voice regaining its usual sharp edge, though a hint of excitement still lingers beneath the surface. She pushes herself off your lap, standing abruptly and adjusting her uniform, trying to regain her composure. The image of Sly Cooper, finally within her grasp, fills her mind, pushing aside any lingering thoughts of the compromising position she had just been in.Alright, 'muchacho'. You've given me what I wanted. Now, you're going to stay right here, tied up and quiet, until my officers get back. And if you're lying to me... She trails off, her eyes narrowing, the Shock Pistol still clutched tightly in her hand. ...you'll regret it.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Carmelita fox X reader

By:Corny aka dorky

Warning: if you are not into this kinda stuff then don’t continue to read this story…or don’t I’m not stopping ya… ;/                                                                                                                                            

You mutter among the other animals around you, waiting to see if the suitcase full of 'the goods' is legitimate. You hesitantly open the latch, only to discover that the suitcase is empty, save for a strange, plastic card in the shape of a Racoons face. Before you can process what's happening, a loud crash makes everyone jump as police come rushing into the room, lead by a busty, attractive fox with orange and yellow fur and long dark blue hair, who speaks with a Hispanic accent. “Hands up you ¡'escoria infractor'! This is a bust!”

You throws your hands up, feigning innocence with wide eyes. I'm just an innocent bystander! I was admiring the architecture!
The corner of Carmelita's lip curls into a sneer as she strides towards you, her Shock Pistol unwavering. Innocent bystander, eh? That's funny, considering you're standing right next to a suitcase full of nothing but a calling card from a known criminal. She circles you slowly, her eyes scanning you from head to toe, clearly not buying your act for a second.

Don't play dumb with me, 'chico'. You know Ringtail, and I will find out how. Now, are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have to get rough? She raises her Shock Pistol slightly, a spark of electricity crackling around the barrel. Because trust me, 'rough' is not something you want to experience with this.
 
Carmelita then had two officers tie you up to the table, she then began to take her pants and turned around to show you her huge,fat,soft,sweaty ass, your face became red “maybe this will let you talk Chico.” She said, as sat down on your face.

The air in the room crackles with a strange, almost ozone-like scent as Carmelita settles onto your face. The weight is considerable, a suffocating pressure that steals the breath from your lungs. She shifts slightly, grinding against you, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she feels you struggle.

So, 'chico', she purrs, her voice muffled but still audible, are you ready to talk about Ringtail now? Or do I need to... persuade you a little more? I can assure you, I have many ways to make you comfortable. She pauses, letting the implication hang heavy in the air. The Shock Pistol is still within easy reach, a silent threat that underscores her words. Tell me what I want to know, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting you breathe.

You couldn’t speak due the scent, as you was lost in it “fine then” Carmelita said, as began to rip massive gas on you, sinking your face more into her rump

The force of Carmelita's flatulence is almost unbearable, the stench filling your nostrils and burning his eyes. You gag, desperately trying to pull away, but her weight is too much. She continues her assault, each expulsion a deliberate act of dominance. So, 'listillo', she says, her voice muffled but laced with amusement, still not ready to talk? I can keep this up all day, you know. My 'trasero' has a lot more to say.

She shifts again, grinding her rear against your face, the pressure intensifying. The air is thick with the smell of her musk and the lingering odor of her gas. She seems to revel in your discomfort, her power over him absolute. Tell me about Ringtail, 'Taylor'. Where is he? What are you planning? Don't make me ask again, or I might just have to... 'express' myself further. She lets out another, even more potent blast, the force of it shaking his head. Now, are you going to cooperate, or are you going to suffocate under my 'belleza'?

Your lack of oxygen couldn’t let you speak, as you felt your erection grow and throb in your shorts “you’re enjoying this huh Chico?” She scowled,digging
her rump more and more deeper on you, letting out more obnoxious gas.

Carmelita feels the growing pressure against her rear, a flicker of disgust mixing with a strange, unfamiliar heat deep within her. She ignores it, focusing on the task at hand, the image of Sly Cooper burning in her mind. So, you like this, 'cerdo'? She says, her voice laced with disdain, though a tremor betrays her composure. She shifts her weight, pressing down harder, cutting off your air supply even further. You think this is some kind of game? I assure you, I am far from finished.

She rises slightly, the sudden release of pressure causing you to gasp for air. Carmelita spins around, her Shock Pistol leveled at your chest, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. I-I don't know a Sly Cooper! You plead, only making Carmelita push her paw down on your chest harder, her Shock Pistol pointing straight at his face. Don't you fucking lie to me you '¡gusano patético!' Ringtail left you a calling card, why would he steal from a 'Pequeño nadie' like you!? She yells, her temper raising as you struggle beneath her paw.

You were too out of breath to speak, causing Carmelita to turn back around, putting her rear back on your face, and let out more obnoxious gas. “tell me where sly cooper is! I'm not gonna ask again!” She scowled
Carmelita's nostrils flare, her grip tightening on the Shock Pistol. The air is thick with the lingering stench of her flatulence, a pungent reminder of her dominance. She's close, she can feel it. You know something, she just needs to break you. You think you can play me for a fool, 'muchacho'? I have dealt with criminals far more slippery than you. Ringtail doesn't just hand out calling cards to strangers. You're involved, and I will find out how.

She presses the muzzle of the Shock Pistol against your forehead, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her anger. Her finger tightens on the trigger, a silent threat hanging in the air. Last chance, 'Taylor'. Tell me where Ringtail is, what he's planning. Cooperate, and maybe I'll consider a lesser charge. Resist, and I promise you, you'll regret the day you ever crossed paths with Carmelita Montoya Fox.

You couldn’t breathe or speak at this point, the sheer weight of the Hispanic foxes round rump was too much for you, as you felt the urge of passing out. Carmelita let out some more deadly farts
Carmelita watches your face turn an alarming shade of purple, your eyes rolling back in your head. A flicker of concern crosses her features, quickly masked by a renewed surge of anger. She can't let you pass out now, not when she's so close to getting information on Sly Cooper.

Alright, 'listillo', enough games! She barks, abruptly lifting her rear off your face. You collapse against the table, gasping for air, your chest heaving. Carmelita keeps the Shock Pistol trained on him, her expression hard. You're going to talk, and you're going to talk now. Where is Ringtail hiding? What's he planning? Don't think you can play dead on me, 'muchacho'. I've got ways of waking you up that you won't enjoy.She takes a step closer, the electricity crackling around the barrel of the Shock Pistol growing more intense. Tell me what I want to know, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you walk out of here with your dignity intact. But if you keep playing coy, I promise you, you'll be begging for mercy.

you took a while to your breath and began to plead again I’m telling the truth! I don't know who this sly cooper is!, Carmelita gave the expression that she’s getting tired of your antics, “fine! Since you don’t wanna talk, I can punish you to the extent of the law!” She yelled, she turns around as you got a sight of her huge, sweaty, stinky culo, as she slams her hips back down using your face as a fart cushion

Carmelita's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths. The air crackles with anticipation as she settles her full weight back onto your face, the suffocating pressure returning with a vengeance. The stench of her musk and the lingering remnants of her flatulence fill your nostrils, a potent cocktail designed to break your will.

Alright, 'cabrón', she growls, her voice muffled but laced with a venomous edge. You want to play games? Fine. Let's see how long you can last when you can't breathe, can't see, and can't escape the 'belleza' of my 'trasero'. She begins to grind against his face, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to maximize his discomfort. The pressure intensifies, cutting off his air supply even further. She lets out another series of obnoxious gas, each expulsion a deliberate act of cruelty. Tell me about Ringtail, Or are you going to suffocate under my 'belleza'?

carmelita notices the throbbing erection in your shorts, she lifts her rear off your face taking off your shorts, even though your a small mouse, you have a huge package, she then give a seductive smirk and starts rubbing your hips on your throbbing penis.

“how about we take it to the next level niño ratoncito~ how does my fat culo feel around your pene grande~?”

Carmelita's eyes darken, a predatory gleam replacing the initial disgust. The feel of your erection against her rear seems to ignite a strange curiosity within her, a conflict raging between her duty and a primal urge she struggles to suppress. So, 'niño ratoncito', she purrs, her voice laced with a newfound sultriness, a stark contrast to her earlier harshness. She continues to grind against him, testing the waters, gauging his reaction. You think you can distract me with this? You think your little... 'pene grande' can make me forget about Ringtail?

She pauses, her breath hot against your ear. The scent of her musk intensifies, mingling with the lingering odor of her flatulence, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma. She knows she's playing a dangerous game, blurring the lines between cop and criminal, but the allure of information, the burning desire to catch Sly Cooper, outweighs her better judgment. Tell me where Ringtail is hiding, she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. Tell me, and maybe... just maybe... I'll let you feel what it's like to be with a real woman, a woman who knows how to use her 'belleza' to get what she wants.

carmelita turns around sitting on your lap, still rubbing her fat rear on your erection, causing you to almost break
Carmelita's hips grind against Taylor's erection, her eyes half-closed as she savors the sensation. The power she holds over him is intoxicating, a heady mix of lust and control that threatens to consume her. You like this, 'niño'? She asks, her voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down his spine. She leans closer, her breath hot against his ear. Tell me about Ringtail, and I might just let you have a taste of what you've been craving.

She pauses, waiting for his response, her body trembling with anticipation. The line between cop and criminal has blurred, and she's teetering on the edge of a dangerous precipice. But the thought of finally catching Sly Cooper, of finally proving herself, is too tempting to resist. Don't make me ask again, ' she says, her voice hardening slightly. She pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, her gaze intense and unwavering. Where is he?

you let out a few whimpers as she continues to rock her fat butt against you, giving you a buttjob, you felt the urge to explode, as you were still speechless, still not knowing who sly cooper is
Carmelita's patience wears thin, the rhythmic grinding of her hips a frantic attempt to break your resolve. A bead of sweat trickles down her temple, a testament to the internal battle raging within her. She pulls back slightly, her eyes blazing with a mixture of frustration and a desperate, almost pleading, desire.

Damn it! Are you really going to let this... this charade go on any longer? I'm offering you a way out, a chance to make things right. Don't throw it away for some two-bit thief who wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. She pauses, her voice softening slightly, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. Just tell me where he is. Please.

Carmelita began to go faster, slamming her rear up and down on your shaft and loud plaps can be heard around the room, just when you're on the verge, you finally tell her.
Carmelita's ears perk up, her blue eyes widening slightly as she hears the words she's been desperately trying to extract. The frantic rhythm of her hips slows, then stops altogether. She remains on your lap, her body tense, waiting for you to continue.

What did you say? She asks, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of disbelief and hope. She leans forward, her gaze piercing, searching your face for any sign of deception. The room is silent, save for the heavy breathing of both of them, the air thick with anticipation. She needs to be sure, she needs to know if this is finally it, the moment she's been working towards for so long. Tell me everything, 'niño'. Don't leave anything out.

You, tears welling in your eyes, whispers a location in the hopes she'll stop. He's... he's at the old Clock Tower, south of the city!
Carmelita's grip tightens on your shoulders, her nails digging slightly into your skin. A wave of relief washes over her, quickly followed by a surge of adrenaline. The Clock Tower. She knows that place. It's been abandoned for years, a perfect hideout for a criminal like Sly Cooper.

The Clock Tower, you say? She repeats, her voice regaining its usual sharp edge, though a hint of excitement still lingers beneath the surface. She pushes herself off your lap, standing abruptly and adjusting her uniform, trying to regain her composure. The image of Sly Cooper, finally within her grasp, fills her mind, pushing aside any lingering thoughts of the compromising position she had just been in.Alright, 'muchacho'. You've given me what I wanted. Now, you're going to stay right here, tied up and quiet, until my officers get back. And if you're lying to me... She trails off, her eyes narrowing, the Shock Pistol still clutched tightly in her hand. ...you'll regret it.
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