Title: Furry Arm of the Law |
Author: Sly Cooper |
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Summary: Furry, swallowing, yiffing, f/m. |
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Story:
Furry Arm of the Law By Sly Cooper -- It was nighttime. A raccoon moved silently through
hallowed halls, stopping only to take quick glances at the numbers on the
doors before moving on. He almost passed his mark, a green door with a wreath
on it. His friends had warned him that this one wasn't worth it. Sly didn't
need this item for anything in particular...more of a pride thing. He raised
a furry paw to the engraved name on the door, in the center of the wreath. "Carmelita Fox," Sly whispered to himself,
and pushed the name to the side, taking the key from the hidden compartment
within. A turn of the key, and the door popped right open. It was relatively neat in the vixen's office; there
was nothing on the desk except for a sheet of paper, her badge and shock
pistol...just as he had planned. Sly had had very little to do other than the
casual robbery over the last couple of months...and he assumed the same was
true for the unfortunate foxy, who had been suspended after blowing up at a
random raccoon while she was on traffic duty. She must have been a bit more
stressed about his constant getaways. He had caught the station while everyone was
out...chief, lieutenant... hell, even the janitor was gone. He really
expected a lot more out of the cities finest...maybe a camera or a mousetrap
or something. It was starting to get creepy when he really thought about it.
So he didn't; he walked right into the office, picking up the
badge...gleaming gold, the whole thing. It was a shame he was keeping it as a
trophy, it might have sold for quite a little bit. His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp slam,
though. The raccoon instinctively wheeled around, cane drawn. He straightened
himself out a bit, looking into the shadows in the corner of the room. "Trespassing is a crime, Cooper." The
familiar latino voice sounded, the foxy stepping out
of the shadows. "But I'm sure you already knew that..." Sly's tail slowly rose onto the desk; to the shock
pistol...it was still there. "Eh, most of the fun things in life are illegal."
He smirked, and put his cane back into the loop on his vest. "Speaking
of which, you aren't a cop anymore, so you're trespassing." Carmelita shrugged, and started moving towards the
raccoon, swaying with each step. "A law lecture from a thief..." He raised a digit. "Master thief. There's a
difference." She chuckled softly, and nodded. "About 5 years
in prison." She was already right in front of her...Sly was distracted
well enough. By the time he got the idea to push her to the side, she had grabbed
the shock pistol and was pointing it at him. "I expected more of you,
Cooper." She was moving forward again. The raccoon froze until she was less than arm's
length from him. Then he grabbed the shock pistol, and threw it behind her.
This happened too fast for Carmelita, having to take precious seconds to turn
around and look. Sly leapfrogged over her, and dove out the window...just in
time to get caught in the back with a shock pistol charge. Sly was out before
he hit the balcony. -- He woke up a while later, both of his paws
free...and the vixen's footpad pressed hard into his back. As he started to
move a bit more, she kneeled down, pressing the shock pistol into the back of
his neck. "Daring. Not smart, but daring." Carmelita rolled him
over with her footpad, and picked him up by the vest. She paused, studying
him. Her eyes traveled to the top of his head, and another paw soon knocked
off his cap. Again, he found both of his paws free... they went
straight for the arm holding him up, trying to at least make her drop him a
bit. She eventually did let go, Sly only moving downward a bit before being
hoisted back up. Carmelita had wrapped her furry, orange tail around his
waist, that alone being able to support his weight. "...Huh. Quite a tail you have, foxy." The
raccoon tried to make small talk while he tugged on her tail. She giggled a bit, and
brang him closer. "I try." She opened her mouth slightly, reaching
over and licking at his muzzle. He wiped off her saliva, and gave her an odd
look. "Mmm. Delicious." Sly started tugging at that rich tail more
frantically, only getting him pulled closer to the foxy, and his head bumping
lightly against her chest. It raised a soft murr from the foxy, who reached
down and picked up his head. "H-hey...!" Sly was starting to get
frantic, squirming and moving with every chance he could get. "Be silent, Cooper, and you might get something
out of this." She held him very close, one paw wrapped under both
shoulders, her tail moving down and pushing Sly towards her face. "Of course, you can squirm as much as
you like." She opened her jaws, her paws pushing his head right in. As
soon as the raccoon realized what she was trying to do, he immediately hugged
against her neck, bringing her head down sharply. She gagged for a second,
and tugged the thief back out. "Curses..." Sly started pushing away from her, his footpads
planted against her stomach. She quickly dislodged them, bringing Sly
crashing down to the ground. Carmelita smiled, and moved down onto him,
pushing his legs apart and sliding up his body. "Well, well, well." Sly gulped nervously, and reached for his cane...it
was resting on the desk, a few feet out of reach. Oddly enough, though, the
blunt end of it was glistening... "Looks like I'll have to tire you out,
first." Her paws stayed down at his hips, rubbing softly. It was more of
an act of instinct, the coon murred. He started murring more loudly as the
rubbing continued, her paw soon filling up with the thief's cock. "Ah,
there we are." She smiled at him, moving her head right up to his
face... before her lower half started moving down, her sex greedily accepting
the raccoon's cock. This raised another moan from Sly, who really didn't mind
the treatment as much anymore. "Mmm...Hold on, now." Carmelita raised him
up a bit with her tail, and started bouncing slowly on his member. She was
murring as well, her bouncing starting to speed up. Soon after, she ripped
open his vest, stripping him of it, licking it profusely. As the foxy's
climax built, her sex got progressively tight around his member, forcing him
to shoot his seed first...soon followed by her release, soaking down his
hips. The raccoon started panting, gasping for the energy
he used as it faded from him. The latino foxy's tail wrapped about his waist
again, lifting him as she rose to her feet. Sly was soon brought close to
her, her mouth starting to open... "Now be a goof thief and squirm." She
quickly grabbed his head with one paw, forcefully bringing it into her maw.
Her lips were forced to slide over his head just as quickly, sharp canine
teeth clamping down just at the base of his ears. She took a few moments to
lick at his chin, savoring him. "Errf!" The raccoon tried twisting his
head in the foxy's mouth, but she already had a convincing hold on it. At the
moment, all he could do was reach desperately for the cane that rested on the
desk...or the shock pistol sitting next to it. The foxy started to swallow, Sly's nose starting to
get almost impossibly cramped in the back of Carmelita's neck... he was
convinced that she was realized he was too large a meal and spit him right
out. Luck was not with him then, though, as her gullet slowly parted around
his nose, it's muscles starting to pull him farther
and downward. Carmelita's murring became louder as she swallowed
her neck starting to bulge out as more of Sly's head filled it. Her tail
clenched around his waist, raising a pained yell from within her. "Damn
it, Carmelita! Isn't this assault or something!?” She ignored his
pleas, though, continuing to swallow.. her lips finally passed over his chin, and moved slightly
faster up his neck. As he moved deeper within Carmelita, he could start
hearing her organs...especially the beating of her heart. It was moving very
quickly. Another wave of swallows brang him down
farther, his shoulders bumping abruptly against her lips. She tried for a few
moments to compact them, to try to fit them in... But they simply would not
give. Sly was about to make a confident comment when he heard a slight 'pop'
sound. "...No." Carmelita's jaw hung down much
farther than before, it popped out of place; this allowed her to take in his
shoulders with ease. It was to her favor that she took the extra time to
learn how to unhinge her jaws for just this situation. She took a powerful
swallow, his shoulders sliding right into her gullet, and her lips claiming
his elbows and chest. Sly flailed his head
uselessly, trying to move himself farther upward...but he only got a loud
murring from outside, and a rub from the foxy's free paw. Every move he made,
she was enjoying. It was only the foxy’s paws that were keeping him in
the air; her tail was behind her, wagging happily. Another swallow rippled
around him, pulling his muzzle behind her chest, and out of sight. Several
more ‘pop’ sounds echoed around him, her ribs getting out of the
way so that he could continue. Carmelita took a few more
gulps, her lips eventually claiming his flailing paws and stomach. Having a
little over half the raccoon within her, she moved backwards onto the desk,
sweeping its contents off with her powerful foxtail. After taking a seat on
the wooden structure, she swallowed again. The muzzle of the thief was
soon pressing against the tight ring around the entrance to the vixen’s
stomach. It was starting to let his nose through, stretching over his muzzle.
As soon as he could again open his mouth, he began growling to himself, and
flailing his head around. Despite Sly’s obvious
discomfort, the ex-cop loved every moment; Sly’s head alone filled her
up adequately, and she could only wonder what being filled with raccoon would
feel like. Driven by these thoughts, she swallowed again, with much more
power, pulling the hips and Sly’s still-uncovered member into her
greedy maw. She gave it a few licks, absorbing it’s
flavor and coaxing several pleasing spasms from him. The latest swallow would
push the rest of Sly’s head into Carmelita’s stomach; he rested
his head on a part of the stomach lining. Had he not been panicking,
he’d have noticed the warmth and softness of it. Of course, though, Sly
was panicking, and a lot at that; he had the distinct idea of the end that
would accompany this experience, and he didn’t want any part of it. Not
that he had any control over it anymore, that is. Satisfied with Sly’s frantic
movements, she took another powerful swallow, her lips slowly moving up his
hips; at this rate, the raccoon would be curled in her stomach in no time.
Her gullet was stretched as far as it could manage, just barely reaching over
his stomach. Sly’s shoulders
joined him in the sac, Carmelita’s belly starting to fill out nicely.
She had to stop for a few moments at his knees, regaining her energy and
rubbing her belly happily. After a
little while of hearing Sly’s growled pleas and removing his boots, she
resumed swallowing. Within moments, his furry toes slipped past her lips,
leaving only his tail outside of her mouth. There was very little Sly
could do at the moment but squirm lightly; it was all his tight confinement
allowed him to do. A few more swallows passed, and his legs and feet joined
him within Carmelita, the raccoon forced to curl up into a ball. The foxy was extremely
impressed with herself and the overwhelming bulge in her gut; she had been
chasing Sly all that time, and all she had to do to catch him was seduce him,
fuck him and eat him. She lay back on her desk, still rubbing her stomach. A
loud burp escaped her lips; the raccoon’s striped tail would stay where
it was, hanging outside her mouth, for the time being. He wouldn’t need
it where he was going, anyway. Sly’s growled
requests had degenerated into mumbled complaints, stretching the stomach
where he could, and resting when he couldn’t. It was both the lack of
air and the lulling rubbing that forced him to lose consciousness, and just
in time, too; her digestive fluids were starting to pour in. Carmelita eventually
hoisted herself off of the desk, quickly grabbing her shock pistol, and
waddled through the door... her friends probably already seized that
raccoon’s accomplices. It really paid to have friends with similar
interests. She really didn’t think the police would mind about her
removing Sly from the picture, as he had been a thorn in its side for many
years. As she opened the door out of the station, she heard honking; to her
surprise, it was Sly’s friends instead of hers. The windows rolled
down, and the turtle stuck his head out. “Hey, Sly-“ He stopped mid-sentence, looking slowly down at
her filled-out stomach. “Oh, no.” Carmelita raised her shock
pistol to Bentley’s head. “Let me in, or I’ll commandeer
your vehicle.” The turtle gulped, and
opened the door before jumping into the back of the van. Carmelita tried to
hoist herself up, but could not keep her balance. “One of you, help me
in!” The hippo tensed up a bit before offering his arm, which the vixen
accepted, pulling herself in and dropping into the passenger seat. She gave
his wrist a lick before letting it go, putting on her seatbelt. “Drive.
I don’t care where.” And off the van went. She
wasn’t exactly sure where her friends got to, but she was not in the
state to go looking for them... -- |
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