Chapter #11The Master Thief himself. by: Readasaur   Sly Cooper crept along the corridor, staying in the shadows and avoiding the searching spotlights. He was starting to regret this mission, not the least of which because he was on his own for once.
He, Bently and Murray had agreed to a vacation, deciding to decompress and finally spend some of their ill-gotten gains. Since they each had different ideas about 'fun', they had split up for a while to enjoy their separate vacations and regroup at the end of the summer. And Sly had tried to enjoy himself, globe-trotting and visiting the various centers of culture the world over. (It was refreshing to walk through a museum in the day time, for once.)
But soon enough, he had gotten bored and started to look around for something to steal. Plenty of rich people in Paris, the city he was currently staying in, but all of them had come by their wealth honestly. (Well, honest enough) And there was no fun to be had in stealing from anyone but other criminals. Truth be told, he had strolled through more than one mansion in the dead of night, savoring the tingly feeling of knowing he could take anything he wanted, yet restraining himself. And there had been a moment when he'd passed a teenage heir, sleeping in the nude, and found himself drawn to the side of the bed. He'd reached down and gently trailed his finger from the young man's blanket-covered ankle, up the length of his leg, tracing the curve of his cute rump, across his rips, touching his nipple on the way up his pectoral, and then up to his neck before tapping him on the nose. The handsome mongoose had stirred and half-awoken, looking blearily up at the smiling raccoon standing over him, and then pushed himself into a sitting position for a kiss without a word. Sly had accepted the invitation, and they had embraced in the dark silence for several minutes before the thief broke the kiss and gently pushed him back into bed, urging him back to sleep before he had slipped out of the window and into the night. The poor guy probably wound up thinking it was just a nice dream, though he might have been wondering why he was missing one pair of underwear. Sly chuckled to himself.
The only problem he had had for a while was an uncomfortable feeling in his nether regions, front and back. Not painful, just a puzzling and frustrating sensation of dissatisfaction. It had started shortly after he had kissed the mongoose heir, whose mouth had tasted kind of funny to him. Sly had no way of knowing that his brief kiss had been with someone who had ingested a large amount of the cities newest drug, "AVCV", and the effects were going to last until Sly did something about them.
He had kept his ear out for anyone who might have made a good target, and eventually heard about a guy named "Zarl Emusnoc", an crocodile who owned a lot of the gay-targeted businesses in town. A few nightclubs, a bathhouse or two, a massage parlor, some restaurants, and a lot of the gyms... And Sly heard from numerous sources that Zarl had muscled out the rightful owners and upped the prices. Not only that, he was pushing some kind of new drug on the down, something called "AVCV" that everyone wanted. His rivals were vanishing at an alarming rate, and Sly knew the reptile deserved to be taken down a peg. He had also discovered that Mr. Emusnoc kept an item of great personal value at his mansion, and the raccoon was determined to steal it away tonight. Zarl would be out partying till dawn and sleeping most of the day to celebrate his new nightclub, "Masculion", a club aimed at the big-muscled and well-endowed, a gift to one of his favorite lovers and business partners, a huge lion named Endeo. Sly had checked for himself that Zarl was there, slipping across the rafters and observing the large crocodile living it up and dancing with an equally massive lion on one of the highest stages in the club. A pity he was such a bad person, he certainly wasn't hard on the eyes. And Endeo sure looked like the kind of guy who got a whole nightclub given to him as a gift.
...They had to have stuffed their pants, right? There was no way a guy could be that big down there, right? Intrigued, Sly wanted to watch some more, but he knew he couldn't miss this opportunity. He'd reluctantly slunk away and headed to Emusnoc Estate, a grandiose place with no shortage of male statues with generous endowments. There were guards everywhere, big buff dogs who looked like they could tear their uniforms just by flexing, or even getting aroused. Seriously, all the hugeness around here was starting to make him feel a little intimidated. He gave his hips a little swish and felt better, knowing he might not be as big, but he was no less sexy than any of them. There were reasons he ran around pantless, after all. More than one chase had been derailed because he had mooned or flashed his pursuers, leaving them in mild befuddlement. Of course, then they almost always started chasing him for a different reason...
Right now though, he was starting to wish he hadn't begun this mission. The weird sensations in his bottom and balls were very distracting, and there were far more guards than he'd counted on. He pressed his back to the wall when one big doberman lumbered by, grumbling to himself about not being allowed to go to the club, and Sly slipped into his shadow and used him as an escort all the way to Zarl's bedroom. When the guard turned left, Sly turned right, and lightly stepped into the crocodile's master bedroom.
Sly wasn't at all surprised to see it was filled with wall to wall gay pornography, and had an absurdly large bed. He didn't need to check the bathroom to know it had a shower far bigger than was needed for even someone of Zarl's size. Tasteless, but he had to stop and admire some of the pornographic pictures. They had really captured the ecstasy on that ram's face, and that bear had an ass to die for.
At the end of the room he found what he was searching for, a golden statue of a smiling hippo holding the symbol of Mars, on a silk pillow in a glass case. Sly readied his tools and began to careful operation of creating a hold in the glass, removing the statue and leaving his calling card.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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