It was a quiet night in Paris, France. Unfortunately, a quiet night usually meant something was going wrong in the shadows within. Especially when a certain group of thieves are infamous in this area. One’s a large, pink hippo typically seen in wrestling gear: Murray, the muscle. Another’s a small turtle that likes to keep his range and stick with electronics: Bentley, the brains. And then, there’s the head of the group himself, a raccoon with a family history in the craft and now harboring several generations’ worth of thieving knowledge: Sly Cooper. The three of them are infamous, though they have a very particular rule: don’t steal unless the target’s a thief themselves. 
	As such, a recent robbery of a jewelry store was in progress. The culprits were racing out of the store, the sound of police sirens ringing out as they try to rush away, having apparently triggered an alarm. They ran through the sidewalk before racing into an alley and scaling one of the fire escapes, in hopes of making it to the rooftops and getting far, far away from the crime scene and far, far away from the police. 
	They ran and ran, racing across the rooftops to try and get away. The three masked mice would run faster and faster, unsure as to whether or not those chumps were on their tails or not. However, they’d soon learn that they have worse to worry about. They soon made it onto a roof with several cooling units set around, as if someone highlighted every other square on a grid. The one at the front of the group would make it towards the edge, only for a sudden small explosion to trip him and knock him down! Seeing that, the other rats skid to a halt upon seeing this happen. 
	Immediately the remaining two were antsy, feeling like they were going to be stricken down by whatever was attacking them. They had no idea where that attack came from, though they’d hope that they could find out what led to it. Meanwhile, a shadow would slink between the cooling units, intent on making his way near the two bandits, though they’re covering each other’s back pretty closely. Said shadow would cling to the corners carefully and try carefully to approach, though saw that they weren’t separating. So, he searched his supplies, before pulling something out. 
	As they kept searching, they’d eventually see the one they thought was responsible for the attack. There stood a black silhouette bearing a cap and slender figure. Seeing him, the two thieving rats immediately brought out their crowbars and dashed across the roof. They each came in close to the stranger, and swiped their weapons at him, the man falling apart into cardboard chunks. They were confused at that and looked in real close, seeing more and more that this stranger was a cardboard cutout. 
	While they were investigating, the shadow from before would slink around behind them. He got closer and closer, before bringing up a cane with a hook-shaped extension at the end. Faster than the two thieves could react, he was able to clock them over the head, overwhelming each of them and knocking them out. With them down, their goods were left on the roof, and the mysterious shadow would approach the goods. Said shadow was a raccoon with gray fur with black stripes, a blue long sleeve, blue gloves, blue boots, a yellow scarf, blue cap, and black mask, as well as a cane with a brown shaft and a shining golden hook. This was Sly Cooper himself, master thief. 
	“Robbers have been secured,” Sly said into an intercom on him. “As have the goods.”
	“Well done!” the familiar, nerdy voice of Bentley said over the line. “Now, come over here with the goods, and we’ll see what we can make off of it!” 
	“Hang on a moment,” Sly said. He looked towards the police sirens, and he was sure at least one of them were heading this way. “This seems a bit too simple, don’t you think?” 
	“Sly? Don’t do what I think you’re going to,” Bentley begged. 
	“Come on, it’s not often we get to meet.” 
	“Sly! We got what we came here for! Don’t take any unnecessary risks!” 
	“The thieving life is always risky.” Bentley would continue to try and argue, but before long, the raccoon began to tune him out. Instead, he’d sit on one of those cube-shaped devices and wait. He that most of the police wouldn’t think to come over here, but he also knew that there was a particular member of interpol that was a bit more astute than those guys. He waited more and more, and before long, he would see her, appearing vibrant against the dark night. 
	She had blue pants, brown boots, and a yellow jacket that hid a blue shirt that seemed to only hide her breasts. She was a tall fox with bright, blue, curly hair that ended in a ponytail behind her, boasting orange fur, red lipstick, and a fierce attitude, complimented nicely by the shock pistol between her hands. This was none other than Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox of interpol, one of its most dangerous members, and the one usually on scene whenever Sly was involved. Or was it the other way around? Either way, upon finding the raccoon on that rooftop, she immediately drew the worse conclusion and aimed. 
	“Hey, inspector,” Sly said with a flirtatious tone. “Wound up picking up a few guys roaming off with a few too many jewels on them. You weren’t happening to miss them, were you?” Carmelita was, as usual, upset with toe raccoon’s playful tone, though as he spoke, her attention would go down towards the ground, where he spied the felled robbers. She spared only a split second’s glance at them, before facing the nozzle towards Sly. 
	“I have men that can sweep these guys up,” she explained. “But you… You made a bad choice, revealing yourself tonight.” Carmelita held her pistol steady while aiming at Sly. The raccoon, meanwhile, had that familiar, cocky grin on his face as he looked her over. This was fun, this thing they had. They may’ve been on opposite sides of the law, but a while ago, they came to a very slight understanding with each other. Carmelita didn’t [b]totally[/b] hate him, but she still would love to see him behind bars. It was fun, almost like the two were flirting, as far as Sly seemed to perceive it. 
	The two stood off, daring the other to move. Sly’d have to be careful about this. Despite his confidence, he knew that Carmelita wasn’t to be underestimated. He stood there carefully, while mulling over options in h is head. Eventually, though, he came to a decision: one of his hidden tricks. He’d have to be fast though, for if she picked up on any sudden movement, she’d pounce like a feline on a mouse. So, he lifted his cane, before clacking the butt of it down on the roof, springing up a smokescreen. At the same time, Carmelita would fire an electrical bolt towards Sly, though the raccoon would dip into the smoke to evade it. 
	Carmelita then charged into the smoke, lunging as if to tackle down Sly in case he remained there. However, she’d find that there was no sign of him as the smoke cleared. She snapped up to her feet and held her gun closely while scanning the area, trying to see where he ran off to. He wouldn’t disappear suddenly before actually doing anything, would he? She stepped into the mess of square things, unaware of Sly hiding behind one of the units. Sly, meanwhile, seemed content to hide and watch as the copper sought him out. He’d peer out from his cover to get a good view of Carmelita as she hunted him. 
	Carmelita stepped deeper into the roof area, Sly tailing behind her. They progressed deeper in, the fox keeping on searching him out. The way they moved, Sly mused to himself that it almost seemed like a sort of dance. Carmelita, meanwhile, was getting more and more fed up. Even though he had the chance to flee, she knew that that rodent would linger around. He always did that, linger just beyond her fingers while making sure she knew how close she was to him. He wouldn’t vanish from the scene just as suddenly as that. Why, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was right behind- 
	The fox suddenly stopped in place, prompting Sly to do something similar. Carmelita suddenly swiveled her torso around behind her, flashing her gun behind her. And, unfortunately, there’s no sign of him. Carmelita swiveled her legs around so she could take a few steps back, unaware that Sly lingered behind one of the units towards her right. The raccoon, meanwhile, was considering when he should pop out and put an end to this game of hide and seek. As much as he loved foreplay, there was still the thrilling chase to get on with. 
	Carmelita would keep on stepping back, sweeping her gun side to side. As she did, Sly began to step up from his hiding spot, before lightly tapping his cane on the unit he hid behind. This let out a light noise that drew Carmelita’s attention, her swiveling around to face the source and spying that blue-wearing bandit. She grit her teeth and pulled the trigger, sending another electrical bullet. Sly dipped to the side and used the same movement to turn around and race off the edge of the roof, Carmelita sprinting after him. 
	Sly leapt away before carefully perching upon the railing of an adjacent building’s fire escape, him racing. Meanwhile, Carmelita, who’d stopped at the edge of the roof, aimed at where Sly stood and fired. Sly leapt off in time to evade the blast, the latter of which jostled the structure and sent a good portion of the fire escape careening down into the alley. Sly was falling to the ground, though he was able to dip into a roll to save himself from any fall damage. Carmelita, meanwhile, would keep on aiming and firing, though Sly would quickly race forwards and past the corner, prompting the cop to leap to another roof to keep on pursuit. 
	Sly would race along the edge of the roof, while Carmelita would follow his movements from her higher ground. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t too far out of sight. The fox, meanwhile, would decide she’d need to get lower. So, when she approached the edge of her roof, she’d leap off the corner of it to approach a shop with an awning hung over it. Sly hadn’t apparently expected that, or he just wasn’t paying enough attention to her. For suddenly, he was going under the awning of a nearby shop, only for the fabric to suddenly collapse. His eyes widened at the appearance of the bulge coming downwards, before smacking down on him! With that, the whole fabric held up by the frame was off, a fox on top of it and surprised. 
	“These are usually more sturdy than that. I’ll have to speak with the owner about this,” she remarked to herself. “But first, where’d that raccoon go?” She scanned around her general area, sure that she saw Sly going in this direction. However, her attention would suddenly be drawn to a squirming beneath her. Curious, she peered downwards, only to spy a Cooper-shaped bulge buried under the awning cover… and under her backside. She gave pause as she looked over the figure, processing just what she was looking at. She wasn’t sure if she was actually seeing this, or if she was actually feeling this. 
	So, she decided that she should prod it a little, just to confirm her suspicions. She tapped the back of his head, his body freezing up upon her touch, before sending her fingers upwards and feeling a pair of familiar, pointy ears. Her hands went downwards more and more, and she began to feel more of the familiar form beneath her backside. The muscular back, the deceptively thin arms, the familiar trunk… She even blushed as she felt a pair of well toned buttocks, likely worked out through numerous bouts of parkour. She blushed as she felt the figure up more and more, suddenly being acquainted with the, admittedly, attractive body. 
	After a bit of her feeling and continuing to pin him down, she began to realize that he wasn’t reacting. Part of her wondered if she’d knocked him out when she came down, but she could feel a gentle rise and fall beneath her. And if she listened close enough, she could hear him breathing. 
	“Sly?” she asked. At that, the body beneath her seemed to tense up. 
	“Uh… no?” the guy beneath said. And Carmelita was sure as sugar that that voice belonged to Sly himself. She shook her head and leaned back, continuing to stay seated on his back. 
	“All of this time running, and it’s a fluke that does in the master thief?” Carmelita asked. At that, he could feel him struggle a little beneath her, prompting her to roll her eyes. “Quiet down, Ringtail, you’re embarrassing yourself!” Sly seemed to give pause, quite uncharacteristically of him. Carmelita, meanwhile, mulled over the moment. She’d wanted to capture this vermin, but, even she had to admit this was just embarrassing. 
	“Tell you what,” she started. “This is obviously not great for you. And, to be honest, this isn’t how I’d like our fight to end, me landing on you accidentally. So, I think that we can look past this incident, part ways, and eventually end our confrontation on better terms.” The figure beneath him, of course, gave pause. Obviously he was weighing the options presented to him, and trying to find some detail that he might’ve missed upon the initial listen. 
	“Just like that?” Sly asked. There was a pregnant pause between the two as Sly kept on considering what was presented to him. And then, he seemed to come to at least one conclusion. “You want something in return, don’t you?” 
	“Ah…” Carmelita muttered in confusion. She wasn’t totally sure why she was so much as toying with this decision. She supposed it made sense for him to come to this conclusion, figuring that she had some ulterior motive or another. She supposed that she should have something in mind, right? She had phrased her last statement kind of strange, it trailing off with a somewhat uncertain conclusion. So, then, why was she drawing a blank? Sly left behind the jewelry those robbers took, there wasn’t any criminals that only he could get at. No, all he had on him was… well…
	Carmelita felt her heart beat a little faster as she thought back to her hand feeling him around. She rubbed at her cheeks a little, feeling a blush start to come on, which she didn’t even think she could get. In fact, her whole body seemed to be getting a little hot. Sly certainly left a bit of an impression back at Krakarov, what with him saving her and, ahem, that brief moment on the bridge. She shook her head, silently cursing herself for having these sort of thoughts. However, just as quickly as she shrugged them off, they began to return. She rolled her eyes and cursed herself yet again as she couldn’t believe what she was about to do. 
	“You will follow me into this alley,” she ordered. Sly was still confused, but if that’s all she wanted…  Carmelita brought herself off of him while keeping her pistol pointed. Sly, meanwhile, would carefully climb out from under the fabric. He had a good feeling that Carmelita was prepared for the case that he run, so he knew that he’d have to play follow the leader until he could find an opening. And so, the blue-wearing thief crawled out from beneath before standing up. He’d turn around, and see her pointing her gun at him, confirming his suspicions. Carmelita, however, would wave her head towards an alleyway towards their side. 
	Sly brought his hands up and, though he had a relaxed look to him; he knew that if he were to do something she didn’t like, she could easily blast him. So, he’d walk towards the alley, and Carmelita would follow behind him, keeping her pistol pointed as they went deeper and deeper into the alley. Soon enough, they were far at the back, Sly faced away from her and Carmelita behind him. 
	“So, what does miss inspector want to do with me here?” Sly asked. Carmelita, meanwhile, gave pause, nervously grinding a foot into the stone beneath her as she mentally battled herself yet again. “If you didn’t want me to see it coming, you could’ve just hit me back there-!” Sly’s casual interrogation was cut off when the fox suddenly came at him from behind, shoving him forwards a little such that he’d plant his palms on the wall. This wasn’t a simple frisking, though, no. No, she seemed to press her whole body into him, smushing her breasts into his back and her hips against his, while her hands wrapped around his waistline, apparently having put her pistol away. 
	“Huh-?” Sly pondered as the fox seemed to feel him up. He gave pause as Carmelita continued to squeeze around his waistline. And then, her hands would curl around in front of him, the fox seeming content with pressing into him more and more. One hand wandered northwards, slipping under his shirt and up his abdomen, while the other searched southwards, seeming to try and search between his legs, while she scooted them apart with her own feet to keep him spread. “W-well, I’d usually ask for dinner first-.” 
	“Just stay quiet for a moment, Ringtail,” Carmelita said. Despite the use of her nickname for him, she didn’t say that with a malicious tone. No, instead she seemed to be… hungry? Sly wasn’t ignorant, he knew what an interested woman sounded like. But he never, ever heard such a tone come from Carmelita, so it sounded downright alien to him. He could only hold still wearily while Carmelita’s fingers continued to dance around. And then, he felt her hand make it to her prize. 
	“W-woah-!” Sly muttered out at the feeling. For a while, he could only dream of this moment, but for this to actually happen… He was almost immediately hard, which the fox was more than able to wrap her fingers around. His chest began heaving upon touchdown, and his breathing only increased in speed when the cop began stroking forwards and backwards. Immediately, he began to shake at her touch, and he felt Carmelita press into him more and more. 
	“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Carmelita said as she stroked more and more. Sly could feel color come to his cheek, and he could feel his own desire rising. As unorthodox as this situation was, a deep part of him really wanted something like this to happen. This was Carmelita after all. His legs shook a little, and he braced his forehead against the wall, getting harder and harder as this lady jerked him more and more. Eventually, though, she’d come to find that the raccoon was at full mast, the big thing throbbing a little. Carmelita brought her hand away, but simply went back to grasping his hips. 
	“Take the shirt of, o-or I’ll blow you away,” Carmelita commanded. Sly, meanwhile, couldn’t help but smirk and blush a little. 
	“Oh y-you wanna blow me now-?”
	“Hey, I’m control here,” Carmelita said, though not raising up to a shout. “Get that shirt off, I want a taste of you~” Sly had given pause as Carmelita raised her voice a little. Even he would understand not to poke the bear too much, so to speak. 
	“O… ok…” Sly muttered. He then began to carefully move his arms down towards the rim of his shirt. He thumbed at it carefully while glancing up towards Carmelita, her looking at him with slight anticipation and annoyance as she waited. So, Sly took a deep breath, and began to draw his blue shirt up. Up and up it went, and Carmelita was able to get a good look at everything beneath, starting from his muscular abdomen, up towards his pecs. Soon, Sly brought the shirt off of himself, and held it down by his side, him still feeling a little antsy, though he wouldn’t want to show it. 
	Meanwhile, Carmelita looked over his new, very vulnerable form, and actually felt her heart flutter. She had to admit, he looked really, really nice. He may’ve been a sneaky, skinny rogue, but he was still a regular parkour guy, and he’s still built up muscle from all of it. She . came in close, and brought her hands up to grasp his abdomen, her fingers seeming to seek out  those individual curves of his musculature. Her hands stroked up and down, before cupping his pecs, Sly feeling a little too weary to move. As nice as this was, he couldn’t help but feel like the hopeless prey in the grip of a predator. If he were to make the wrong move, then this fox might, just might, gobble him whole! Eventually, though, she brought her hands off of him, before gripping around his hips. 
	“Tell me, Ringtail, what’s got your mind moreso?” Carmelita asked. 
	“Wh-what do you mean?” Sly asked. 
	“Breasts? Thighs? Lips? What kind of man are you?” Carmelita asked a little too casually. And at that, the master thief was surprised. Was she actually threatening to go that far? She wouldn’t, not with him in some dingy alley. He sort of imagined the chance to go that far with the fox, but he always imagined being on better terms or something like that. Still, if he was going to go home tonight, then he’d have to do exactly whatever she wanted him to, even if it meant offering his body to her. Now, what might he want out of her tonight? 
	“W-well…” Sly muttered, finding himself struggling to look at just one part of her. He looked around more and more, before eventually settling on her hips. Those were some pretty good hips. “Promise you won’t think less of me if I say?”
	“Remember I’m in charge here, Ringtail,” Carmelita reminded. 
	“Eh, can’t blame a guy for trying,” Sly shrugged. “To be honest, you do have a pretty nice rump…” 
	“Of course,” Carmelita said with an eye roll. “I guess we can get to that later. But first, I get to do what I want.” Sly rose a brow curiously at what she could be possibly want out of him. However, she’d lean down, getting to a lower stance as she leaned in close to her abdomen. She then leaned in real close… and planted her lips on him. He gasped out, Carmelita holding the kiss for a while until gently pulling off of him, leaving behind a rich red mark. She smacked her lips a little, licking her lips while letting out an “mmm”. She’d then lean to the side and plant another kiss, getting a slight wiggle out of Sly. 
	“W-woah, you’re kind of hitting a nerve there…” Sly muttered. 
	“Oh~?” Carmelita muttered curiously. She leaned in real close, before giving another kiss on his abdomen. He gave a light wriggle against the wall, little jolts going through his body as she left more and more kiss marks upon him. And as she kissed more and more, she’d keep on climbing up his form, going up his abdomen and soon approaching his pecs, each kiss seeming to leave behind jolt after jolt after jolt. Meanwhile, the fox was getting more and more of a taste of him, each kiss seeming to fill her senses with more and more of his, admittedly, delicious essence. Carmelita herself couldn’t help but feel a little bit too greedy, to the point where she’d lash her tongue out to get a better taste. 
	Sly, meanwhile, was feeling overwhelmed from all of the attacks made to his form. They weren’t as dangerous as the deadly blows villains usually deal to him, but those lips… they had a precision to them, like a shot fired from a sniper rifle, yet carrying the punch of a shot from her taser gun. He’d never been in a position like this. Despite his confident persona, he was never actually quite intimate with anyone before now, he can only be grateful that his first time might be with Carmelita herself. Still, he could hardly stay still under her assault. 
	The fox was up and around his neck, her craning her head so that she could get a good angle at his sensitive flesh, Sly himself tilting his head to allow her. And if his body was put through agony… who boy. His neck was far more sensitive than his torso, and it certainly showed by a slight spasm rushing through his arms and legs. Carmelita could definitely tell this was doing things to him, and having this kind of power over him… She decided that she needed to keep on gobbling him. She held the kiss, her lips suckling and kneading his neck while Sly would keep on moaning. Soon, she’d move her lips around to get at more and more of his sensitive little neck, all while her hands would grasp his hips, one beginning to wander towards his front. 
	Sly, meanwhile… He was getting harder and harder, his hips stirring in response to all of what was happening to him. Carmelita would glance down as she kissed, and get a good look at the scrawny guy’s shaft. She could see it grow more and more and more, it soon rising to full mast thanks to all of Carmelita’s teasing. She’d pull up and off of him before taking a good look at the raccoon. She couldn’t help but give a snicker to herself as she looked over him, his striped coat now dotted with several patches of red, a couple of hickies dressing his otherwise scarf of lipstick. And all the while, his red rocket was throbbing from all of Carmelita’s smooches. If she were feeling a little too silly, she might make a joke about someone being black and white and red all over. 
	“Mmm~ You know, for such a rat of a person, you actually have a nice taste to you~” Carmelita admitted while Sly stood there, bracing the wall and panting, his thighs shivering a little as he was exposed to this lady. While he was busy dealing with all of that, the fox would lean in, and gently peck one cheek, then the other, either kiss seeming to net some pre from him. “Oh my, you’re really close to bursting already. I’d almost think you didn’t know how to hold your own against a pretty lady, which’d be a shame after all of your teasing with me.” 
	“I-I swear, I’m better than this…” Sly tried to defend himself. However, the fox didn’t seem to care about his defense. She’d swivel around on her feet, snapping around so that her back was facing him, her raising her tail to unveil her backside, level with his own hips, those thin, hip-hugging pants… Their mere appearance brought his defense right back down, his legs spreading almost invitingly for the suddenly brandished weapon. Carmelita herself didn’t seem to need much more prompting, and so, she’d shove backwards, the raccoon’s cock suddenly finding itself cradled between her rubber-wrapped cheeks. “Hnk!” 
	Sly seemed to shake like a leaf, him forced to shut his eyes for fear of overstimulation driving his senses mad. Carmelita, meanwhile, would press back more and more, making sure her backside smushed into his lap, firmly pinning his cock in place. Her tail wrapped around Sly’s trunk, and she’d begin stroking it, rubbing her butt up and down Sly’s cock, the latter finding his body forced to move in accordance to her rhythm. His pre would smear within her crack, the fox seeming to keep on dancing on him. 
	“You wanted this, right?” Carmelita asked as she rubbed up and down on him. “Why do you look so tense?” Sly couldn’t quite find his tongue. Instead, he’d be a pure victim to her deadly dance as she rubbed up and down, her now giving her hips a shake side to side to really batter his shaft. The raccoon, meanwhile, had very little defense, especially against an attack like this. He was throbbing harder and harder, his chest heaving as he panted and panted. Then, with a few more shakes, only a few more shakes…
	“Hrgh! Hnk!” Sly grunted, him forced to cum! Carmelita could feel the raccoon’s pleasure spill out, blasting all over her backside, up above her upper ridges, and even splattering a little over her back. She was now regretting not undressing before going through this, though only by so much. Sly, meanwhile, was very audibly panting, his overwhelmed senses now subsiding so he could just enjoy the afterglow. “W-well, I-I’d have asked for dinner first, but this was a nice night…” Sly braced the wall and tried to climb up, only for the fox to tighten her tail around him and shift her butt against his lap again. 
	“Hang on, I’m not finished, yet,” Carmelita said. Sly’s eyes widened with slight worry at that, and he tried to squirm a bit, only to find him pinned against the wall. It really felt like this inspector was out for blood. The fox slid her arms through her coat, before tossing it away, leaving her in just her rubbery pants, and her similarly rubber top, it wrapped tightly around her bust. Though right now, the raccoon would be left focusing on the fox’s butt. “I think I could go for another round. Or another two. Maybe even ten… You know what, I think we’ll play it by ear.” 
	“W-wait-!” Sly started to cry out. But Carmelita was already hard at work, shaking her butt and grinding on the poor thief’s lap, Sly forced to remain her prisoner for what could be hours…
…
	After a while, Carmelita sighed, picking up her coat and flopping it over her shoulder, her looking out at the dark skies. 
	“I might’ve gotten a little carried away…” she remarked. She then peered back at her victim, Sly left propped against the wall, sitting on his backside while his legs were spread, his fur and hat all scuffed up as if he was just in a fight. And his white flag was dressing the alley all over. “I may not’ve gotten you this time, but you’re a fun prisoner, I’ll admit.” She then turned towards the road adjacent to the alley. “Maybe I’ll have to ‘catch’ you all over again later, Ringtail~”