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![Wild Hearts, Stifled Breaths (Part 14) [Epilogue]](http://t.furaffinity.net/36593812@150-1590894966.jpg "Wild Hearts, Stifled Breaths (Part 14) [Epilogue]")
Ah, lovely Bangkok. The capital of Thailand, extensively bustling, and home to our next target: a giant snake simply known as Lialis.
She was born the daughter of a Taiwanese nobleman, a father very loving to his daughter despite her being born an albino. Lialis loved her father’s hunting stories, and he would often let her accompany him on his expeditions. Unlike most girls who had rag dolls and tea sets, she much preferred stuffed animals. But not to snuggle in her bed … she hunted them with her crossbow, displaying them proudly. Whether it be a rival to her criminal business or innocent bystander at the wrong place at the wrong time, no being was safe from being a target.
Years of infamous hunts have put her on the map as the most feared hunter in the criminal world. She currently continues her father’s way of displaying wealth by replacing the eyes of her trophies with any and all manner of precious gems. But that wasn't all there was to her; to the unknowing public, she’s a master chef who specializes in rare meats, which she of course harvests from each animal she hunts.
As it would turn out, she has her own base of criminal operations in streets of this busy, hectic city. At the center of this lair of hers is where a lot of the most prized trophies she’s won end up going. Whether it be her father’s hunting trophies, her own, or even something she won as a chef, you could find the best of the best in that one single room.
Right out in the open for my gang and I to get our hands on it. Someone's got to take that kind of lowlife hunter down a peg or two.
Night fell upon the city of Calcutta. The moon was full, and a light breeze flew through the heavy, chaotic streets. Among the many structures of this populous city was the tower of Lialis herself. Its security system lit it up like the Christmas tree from the gang's childhood orphanage.
Now it was time for the devilishly handsome thief to swipe up the presents.
Much like that childhood tree, the tower was all too simple for Sly to scale. With a few jumps here, spire jumps there, and feats that would put an Olympic gymnast to shame, he very soon found himself inside with no issue.
The lithe, nimble, attractive figure burst through a ventilation unit from the ceiling, landing stylishly in a crouch. As his chocolate orbs peered up, partially obscured by the blue cap adorning his head, they developed a glint of mischievous satisfaction at the sight before them.
Perfect, Sly thought.
He was gazing upon the illuminating, reflective, golden trophy that was now a mere fifty feet away from him. The room was also filled with pelts, animal skulls, and taxidermies, with valuable gems of varying colors replacing their eyes. The room was only separated from Sly by a doorway, which was guarded by numerous orange lasers that moved at a regular pattern to trip up any lesser intruder. One touch from them would singe the raccoon’s soft grey fur.
In other words, it was what the master thief was used to at this point.
Unbeknownst to him, however, the lasers were the least of his problems.
Lialis knew that the devilish raccoon had practically gifted himself to her the second he entered her tower. That was why she was silently slithering down the halls of her establishment, keeping her head extra low to the ground. Even as she approached her treasure room, her movements were so quiet that even the ring-tailed rogue’s extra-sharp ears couldn’t detect her.
Sly couldn’t fully be blamed for missing her, however, with the current challenge in front of him. Eyeing the moving beams and studying their pattern intently, he seized just the right moment to spring his powerful legs up and propel himself through the gate of lasers. He landed with a flip, easily evading them and now finding himself in the room he longed for.
The many remains of animals put a pit in the ring-tail’s stomach. He didn’t want to imagine the implications behind them, but they did confirm that he was stealing from the right kind of lowlife criminal here. Being so proud of slaughtering crooked and innocent beings alike was more than enough to qualify her as such.
As he observed them, he was left blind to the giant snake using a switch on her lapel to briefly deactivate the lasers. She slithered her way into the trophy room, reactivating them once fully inside.
She soon rose above her little guest, blanketing him in her tall shadow, as she prepared to make a move to grab the rodent.
Just as Sly was finally finished studying the room and ready to make for the trophy, his masked eyes widened when they caught a slithering appendage move into their sight, making its way towards his golden-collared neck. In the nick of time, he deftly ducked to avoid it, leaving it to coil around empty air.
The raccoon then rolled himself away to gain distance from this new attacker. As he guessed, it was none other than the serpent in charge of this whole establishment. And she looked a little too pleased to see the ring-tailed intruder in her sights.
“Lovely, aren’t they, my little friend?” she said in a soft yet devilish voice.
Sly played along, hiding his apprehension that the plan had gone wrong. “Ms. Lialis. Fancy seeing you here on this beautiful evening,” he smooth-talked. His arms were crossed and legs straight, but his whole body was tense, ready to spring at a moment’s notice. The tip of his tail twitched back and forth in suspense.
“Care to join me for dinner, Mr. Cooper?” she asked, puckering her lips and showing off her hypnotic ruby red eyes. “I'll be making turtle soup and hippo loaf,” she remarked with a hiss. Her lips curled into a hauntingly sinister, knowing smile. While she taunted her blue-clad prey, she began to move her tail, set on capturing the infamous Sly Cooper.
Sly tightened his grip on his reliable cane, his eyes locked onto that tail of hers. It was clearly extremely powerful; the raccoon knew that he’d be utterly trapped if he ended up caught in its hold.
But the reference to his friends dismantled the charmer’s witty demeanor, replaced with a stony look of seriousness in his eyes. “Lady, you don’t want to even joke about that,” he said, raising his cane to point it at her threateningly.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. They will be fine. You, on the other hand …”
All of a sudden, the lights all went out, leaving the room in darkness. In the few seconds needed for Sly's eyes to adjust, he heard a loud hiss. He then felt as if he were rammed by the Cooper Van itself, knocked many feet back into the wall.
"Uuggh …" Sly moaned in pain.
Lialis giggled with a hiss, before advancing to repeatedly slam her tail down on the dazed thief's chest. He felt the wind get pounded out of him with each strike, gasping and coughing frantically. Soon, the serpent wound her tail around the beaten raccoon's ankles, snaking their way up to just above his knees, the tendril weaving its way through his thick fur. Sly grunted as he shifted his legs, but one mighty squeeze from the tail told him that they were stuck. Lialis then lifted him up and began swinging her new toy around the room. She slammed him into walls, hard enough to hurt him but not render him unconscious. All while making the peculiar choice of singing a demented parody of ‘Hush Little Baby’.
Sly felt the room spinning and shaking, dizziness threatening to overtake his senses from being so haphazardly spun about the room. His frame was rock-sturdy, deceptively so, but could only take so many hard hits like this. Especially with how relentless they were.
Thankfully, his vision was able to clear up, just in time to jump out of the way of another attempt to wrap up his legs. After scrambling back from the menacing appendage, he then jumped again to dodge another attack, his legs high in the air to steer clear of the swift tail. After flipping back one more time, he got into a low combat stance, his whole body close to the ground. He held his cane out in front of him, ready to evade again, as well as try to find an opening and get in an attack of his own.
Lialis smirked, surprised yet thrilled by the challenge this man was offering her. “Very impressive my friend ... but fighting time is over, wouldn’t you agree?” Seeing that the thief's eyes were darting around, clearly plotting out a strategy, she lowered her head to match his eye level.
“It is very rude not to look a lady in the eyes while she speaks to you.”
“Gee, sorry,” Sly barked sarcastically. “Didn’t realize you were a … lady …”
He found his taunt faded out as he did indeed look into her eyes. Much to his surprise, he saw that they were now somehow rapidly changing color, swirling around in a mesmerizing pattern. He found himself in a daze somehow, his surroundings seeming to become a blur and his mind beginning to go numb. Almost as if the orbs were …
Hypnosis! Sly thought.
At the realization, he managed to break away from her gaze, snapping back to reality.
Okay, so just can’t look at her eyes when she does that … As if I needed another reason, he thought.
Indeed, during a stay in India, Lialis had learned this dark, mysterious art. And now, she hoped to use it on the wanted thief before she had to make any more of a mess than she already had with him.
But as she saw him snap his head out of her attempts, the snake sadly realized that she couldn't simply hypnotize this young raccoon into submission. His mind was too strong to break. A shame, Lialis thought to herself. It seems I must break this one’s bones instead ... actually, on second thought, perhaps this will be more fun.
Sly reminded the powerful serpent of her favorite toy that she still had not yet broken, a maned Ligress still free from her control. Of course, this fellow provided his own unique breed of challenge. He would certainly be fun to look at as he flipped and weaved around that limber body with those athletic moves of his.
Come here, my boy, she thought dreamily.
She sprang at the strapping young daredevil, but sure enough he was ready to dart nimbly away. She was swift to respond, though, and raced towards him to swing her tail at him. He leapt up to dodge it, but she was then able to grab her descending prey by one of his athletic thighs. She dragged him towards her and brought her hands to the boy's collar to help keep him still.
“Drop the cane little fella,” she said in a soft and flirtatious voice. Her tail tightened around his thigh, the tip gently caressing the limb in a highly suggestive manner.
Sly grunted and cringed in discomfort. He wrapped his free hand around her neck, the two wrestling for dominance of the other. Desperate as he saw the limb attempt to wrap him up further, he wound up his other arm and brought his cane squarely into the villainess’s head. She screeched out in pain, and the distraction loosened her grip just enough for the slick raccoon to pull his leg out.
The snake fell back in a daze and for but a moment, before coming back to her senses.
Seems that I've underestimated your strength, she thought.
Sly took this opportunity to strike again, running up to whack her once more. And then again, hoping to get in a flurry of hits. But the snake wisely backed away several feet, trying to ignore the aches inflicted onto her.
The smaller fighter ran up to swing again. This time, though, she was able to wrap the tip of her tail around the thief's slender wrist, halting his strike.
She glared at him mischievously and tightened her grip tremendously, causing Sly to gasp through his teeth at the pain. She squeezed even further, the crushing feeling unbearable to his wrist. Despite his best efforts, he found his grip on his cane loosening, until it slid out of his hand and onto the ground.
Needing to keep this from getting worse, Sly deftly sprang up and kicked Lialis with his powerful feet. Once again, she was momentarily taken aback just enough for him to slink out of her grip.
But it came at a cost: she now blocked the path to his cane.
And Lialis knew it as well. Without hesitation, she slithered her way over to the cane and grabbed it with her tail. She tightened her hold on it, looking the thief right in the eyes with a knowing look.
Sly glared right back at her, his eyes giving her full warning to not do what she was about to do.
But with her anger boiling, Lialis gave one last squeeze to snap the cane in half, like the twig it was to her.
All of a sudden, the raccoon saw red. His prized heirloom, passed down to him from his father … broken. Surely Bentley could fuse it back together, but the mere act was enough to make his thieving blood boil. His gloved fists were now clenched, his tail stiff as a board and slightly fluffed up.
“Awww, did I break your toy?!” she hissed with rage.
Before he could truly have a more visceral reaction, however, the snake made a move towards him again.
Lialis made to wrap her tail around his waist, but he jumped out of the way. She tried to slam it against him but he ducked backwards, the appendage only hitting the wall as the raccoon skillfully got on his palms and vaulted his way back onto his toes. The snake relentlessly whipped and slammed her body and tail around the room, knowing her prey would get tired eventually.
They continued for multiple minutes, Sly’s adrenaline fueling him further than usual. His mind was filled with memories of the staff and what it meant to him. He thought of his many battles and missions ... Paris, Venice, and many more. For the first time since destroying Clockwork, he felt the fires of vengeance within him. But he kept them disciplined so as to not get sloppy as he continued to expertly dodge the villainess's many attacks.
But Lialis then got crafty, much like the ring-tailed man she was fighting. When Sly was nearing a corner, she made her tail quickly creep up to him from the left. And so he dodged to the right, as expected. But halfway towards him, she flexibly weaved the tail to the right to match his direction and cut him off.
Sly gasped as his feet landed, realizing he'd been faked out. But before he could jump back, the serpent managed to get her tail wrapped securely around the thief’s lean waist. It coiled around it a couple of times, the villain enjoying the sensation of his tight, toned abdomen against her leathery skin, expanding and contracting as the wrapped thief breathed in and out.
As she smiled so widely her fangs were visible, she began slamming the smaller raccoon into the floor. She lifted him up and then brought him back down again in a cruel slam. She repeated this act several times.
"I’m well aware of what that toy meant to you little fella, but don’t worry, Cooper ... you’ll be with Mommy again once I’ve had all my fun," she said mockingly, as she slammed the meddlesome rodent to the ground harder.
She then began coiling the young Cooper’s rib cage and chest, the tip of the limb settling around his left shoulder and bicep. He couldn't arch his back, and his wiry torso became enveloped in the inescapable coils.
“Time to take you on a tour of my home. But first...” She slid her hand into the red pouch strapped to his thigh and removed what appeared to be some odd binoculars.
“More toys sweetie? Playtime is over for you, Cooper."
The brown-eyed thief growled. He was battered and beaten from the relentless assault, and now felt his breathing tighten as he was constricted. But he didn’t lose his fight in the least. He grabbed the coils around him and tugged and pulled with all his might. He twisted his torso vigorously, doing whatever he could to help loosen her grasp. His fingers dug into the scaly tail, trying to get a solid grasp as it continued slithering around his form. He wrenched his head up, teeth gritted as he kept pulling, twisting, and fighting.
“Ah ah ah,” the snake mocked. “None of that.”
She readjusted her coils, being quick so as to avoid the coon slipping free again. With much skilled maneuvering that took practice from other victims, she drew him in closer so that more of her tail could slither around him. Despite his admirable fighting, Sly remained powerless to stop the tail from managing to circle around both arms and wrap them tightly against his sides. The result was the little raccoon's upper body trapped in a crisscrossing array of thick, slithering coils.
He kept struggling mightily, much to the pleasure of his foe.
“Hehehe... yes! Please, continue Cooper. Such fight in you …" As the skinny thief thrashed and twisted his pinned form uselessly, Lialis found the squirming to be comforting in a way ... maybe even a touch ticklish.
She now held him two feet off the ground, giving those shapely, booted legs of his ample room to kick and struggle. She held him out far enough away, however, to ensure they never managed to touch her.
"Hehe … I’ve never felt such resilience in prey before. You are making this quite delightful," she giggled.
I have to get out of this! Sly thought. “Sorry to - agh! - sorry to say the feeling's not mutual!” he struggled to retort as he felt his body being crushed. "You think I'll just be another trophy, stuffed up on your wall? Why don't you go stuff yourself with-rrmmmghphmmnph!"
The thief's sass was cut off into a string of gibberish when Lialis proceeded to wind the remainder of her tail tightly over the raccoon's neck and finally over his mouth, twice over. She tightened it at the back of his head and left the struggling young man thoroughly gagged.
“Hush, Cooper. Much as I enjoy that delectable voice of yours, there’s no need to complain.”
“Mmhmmn, wrmmph grrrrmm! Mmmmph!!” Sly shouted out. His deep, silky voice was muted by the slithering, slimy tendril squeezing his face as mercilessly as his neck and upper body. He thrashed around in a fit, desperate to get out of the increasingly tight coils. But they merely held him up and squeezed him painfully, taking the breath further out of him with each passing second. And the poor raccoon utterly helpless to stop it, only able to feebly kick his legs around.
“It's tradition for me to simply do away with my prey, but such a soft pelt on such a ... tender body must not be wasted, especially on a man as famous as yourself. Don't you agree my friend?” She inquired.
As she spoke, she rubbed a leathery, boney hand through the dashing young Cooper’s leg fur, while the other hand used a thumb to stroke what little of his face peeked out from the gagging coils. Sly jolted and tensed up at the sensation of her invasive hands, jerking his body in a futile attempt to get away. “Nnrrrrh …”
Never did he think that a female's advances could be so unsavory, feel so violating.
“So adorable,” the serpent cooed at her captive’s struggling. "Now then, what should I do with you?"
As it turned out, the answer was rather unexpected.
With the raccoon now securely in her clutches, Lialis brought him out of the trophy room. But rather than some cell or closet, she apparently decided she wanted him with her as she went to sleep in her own master bedroom.
She simply … lay in the bed with him. After the heavy fight for her prize, she felt she had earned some time cuddling up to him … whether he wanted to or not.
The raccoon’s stripped tail lashed and twisted up in anger, sticking out from the mass of scaly coils. His furry legs were now wrapped together as well, at the thighs and upper shins, leaving only his boots and the tufts of his knees visible. All they could do just lay splayed out and kick uselessly, twitching from the ache of the constriction like the rest of him.
Sly had no chance of getting free. His smaller, lithe form was no match for the sheer power of her tail and the grip it inflicted on him. The sound of him moaning furiously through the gagging coils was music to her ears. It continued as she subtly and lightly adjusted the wrappings regularly. It made him tense up and wince, keeping the foul sensation of them feeling up his body ever present on his mind.
Lialis did eventually fall asleep in the Egyptian cotton sheets of her soft bed, drifting off while thinking of what to do with the relentlessly squirmy raccoon.
Sly on the other hand was unwilling (as well as unable) to sleep, spending the night trying to come up with a way out of this. He tried to keep his breathing level, struggling to do so with the pressure on his body and his mouth being so heavily and completely blocked.
She was giggling … perhaps the way out is to tickle her coils. But then she’d be awake and start thrashing me again … maybe even break my back like she did to my cane. Think, Cooper! THINK!
The terrible experience continued throughout what was easily the most uncomfortable night of his life. Right up until the morning.
The rising sun broke through the window of the bedroom, its rays hitting what could still be seen of Sly's face. A particularly sharp glint pierced through his eyes. As the captive raccoon lightly grunted and squinted his eyes shut, he also wondered what that light was reflecting off of to make it so bright.
It seemed to be from on the floor. And so, muscles aching tremendously, he inched over to the edge of the bed and looked down, slowly so he didn't wake the serpent.
And then his brown orbs saw it: Lialis, for all her cunning, apparently kept a simple pocket knife stashed under her bed. He could see a glinting, silver blade peeking out from it!
If Sly could just get his legs over the bed and reach them down, he could possibly use his toes to pick it up and stab the villainous snake hard enough to get her to loosen her grip. Seeing a ventilation unit peeking out behind a laundry basket on the floor as well, an escape plan quickly came together in the crafty coon's head.
It would require stealth and quiet precision. But really, no one possessed those qualities more than Sly Cooper.
Unfortunately, Sly could then feel Lialis stir, about to wake up. She'd surely catch him in the act before he could grab the knife if he went for it now. It looked like in order to escape this situation, he'd need to distract her and make the move right under her nose.
And going by her clear attraction to him, it was clear that doing so would require applying some of his signature Cooper charm. Even if for the first time ever, he really didn't want to.
Quickly, the devious thief wriggled his way over to her side, and pulled himself up onto his knees to look directly down at her. Unable to use a trademark smooth line, he put on his best suggestive look in his deep brown orbs, trying to appear far more pleased to see her awake than he truly was.
The snake did indeed then open her eyes, and was greeted with the surprise of her raccoon captive looking right at her. But even more surprising was that he didn't look mad or scared, but rather ... pleased? Flirtatious?
“Well good morning my little friend. Ready for your big day? I’m sure it’ll leave you in stitches,” she giggled, sitting up in her bed.
“Mmmhmmm …” Sly moaned seductively, making sure to sell the act despite his internal disgust. He wiggled around in place a bit to further entice her, bringing his exposed knees up to brush against her neck.
“Well, well. You certainly are in a better mood this morning,” Lialis mused. “Have you perhaps had enough time to wrap your head around us together?” She tightened her hold on the boy, making him squeeze his eyes shut and breathe heavily through his nose. And yet he still tried to look and sound like he enjoyed it all.
"Tell me boy, what's gotten into your head?" she asked. She slid her tail from around his head and mouth, the end now resting gently at his still-wrapped neck.
Sly restrained himself from gasping and heaving loudly with his mouth free for the first time in so long. Swallowing his pride and cringing internally, he instead responded, "Oh, fair Lialis … Your beauty knows no bounds. How may I serve you, your excellency?" His voice was very hoarse, but still somehow kept its highly attractive lilt.
Lialis smiled at the racoon’s words. “Oh Cooper, you are such a sweetheart, I could just squeeze you! In fact …” She tightened her coils even more, making sure to feel every last bit of the hot, flirtatious rodent's body.
“Gah!” Sly gasped out.
“You aren’t playing me for a fool, are you Cooper?” Lialis asked, continuing to squeeze. She doubted any of his current behavior was genuine, likely his way of trying to get on her good side. But that didn't mean she wouldn't indulge herself.
“Well … *huff* I figured if you can’t beat’em, *huff* join’em,” the racoon garbled through hushed, struggling breaths, his voice struggling to resemble its usual tone. He rubbed his stripped tail across her leathery skin, knees shifting to caress her neck further.
A dry chuckle was earned from the snake. “You are wiser than I gave you credit for … or so it would seem," she purred.
"Still," she continued, "I've always believed men should be seen and not heard.”
Sly prepared some smart comeback, but to his horror, he saw her tail move from its resting position on his neck. It was wrapped back over his mouth and squeezed, choking out his attempted response.
"Gmmmnnnph!" he muffled, his head reeling back in disgust. He got a taste of her skin as she re-gagged him, and desperately wanted to hack and spit it out.
Lialis then emerged from the bed, lifting Sly up into the air. Unfortunately, as she got up, she began in the opposite direction from where her knife lay, taking it out of Sly's reach. He had to keep her distracted and hope that, in her enamored state, she would mindlessly wander over to the position he wanted her in. As well as lower him down just enough for his feet to reach the weapon.
Until then, he’d have to keep flirting with her however he could. Gagged and all.
Lialis, meanwhile, had additional things in mind. She could feel her skin beginning to shed, as would happen with all snakes. As such, she knew that for this process, she had to release her captive raccoon from her coils.
But oh, how she didn't want to. She wanted to continue holding her new toy, especially with how much more playful he'd suddenly become. She ogled him as he friskily tossed his body around, his eyes giving her their best alluring stare. She drank in his fuzzy knees rubbing against her deliberately, those tight, chiseled muscles of his shifting and hardening against her scales, the hot muffled moans of pleasure he tantalizingly let out in that velvety voice. She was becoming more attracted to the young man by the second, and his newfound willingness to give into her advances and provide his own advances delighted her even more.
So much so, that her eyes were focused on his handsome gagged-up face, rather than his legs. In her distracted indulgence, she ended up doing exactly what Sly had been hoping for: going about her room without aim. And eventually, this brought her right to where the coiled-up thief wanted her: right above the knife he coveted.
“Mmmmnn. Hrrrmmpnnn, nnnnnngh,” he mumbled steamily through the squeezing appendage. "Hmmmmm." He topped it off by flexing himself and providing her an extra sultry look. He had to turn the charm up to eleven, making sure to keep her distracted as much as possible.
Lialis gave him a kiss on the forehead in seeming gratitude, before squeezing with her newly found love for him.
"Unfortunately, Cooper, our time must be put on pause for now."
She then squeezed harder. And harder, enough to send genuine pain through Sly's body. It forced his breath to become increasingly strained. He could feel himself choking, gasping for breath and failing to get it, moaning through the coil over his mouth.
"Grrrrph … gmmmmph!" What is she doing? Is she trying to kill me?!
It turned out that wasn't too far off from the truth. "Because my skin is beginning to shed, I must retreat for a while," she explained. "But since we can't have you running off, I'm afraid we must … put you to sleep for a bit, and stash you somewhere safe" she hissed playfully. "So sorry, my dear."
Sly's heart raced. She was trying to constrict him into unconsciousness! That means this is my only shot! he realized. He had to move now!
The thief's legs continued reaching for the knife, with Sly trying to fight off the agonizing, building pressure that got worse and worse by the second. In less than a minute, he began feeling himself fade, hearing the creaking of the coils winding up and constricting him. He began trembling, very muscle in his body screaming at him to let go and give in to blackness, a new feeling of claustrophobia he'd never experienced taking hold. He couldn't breathe ... couldn't breathe ... his nose flared up but barely any oxygen flowed inside. He felt ready to collapse right there.
"Mmmm … mmmm …" he murmured.
But he endured through the pain, the suffocation; he mustered up all of his concentration and fading strength.
He could feel his boots make contact with the blade, but in his haze they inadvertently kicked it a bit. He grunted in frustration, disguising it as him finding even this torture appealing for himself.
All while the snake continued watching his strained face with disturbing pleasure. "Yes, fight it, Cooper. It's so much hotter for me," Lialis moaned.
This last bit of distraction turned out to be what the raccoon needed. For just in the nick of time before he was lifted slightly upwards, his booted feet just managed to snag the weapon securely, grasped by his toes.
Let's see how hot this is!
Reeling his wrapped-up legs, Sly shoved the knife powerfully into the serpent's abdomen.
The hiss Lialis gave out was deafening, but it got the job done. The coils around the thief let up, and he slipped out and fell onto the floor. The immense relief he felt was shoved down in order for him to give another strike, this time slashing his adversary across the chest.
"AAAUUUGH!!!" Lialis screamed. "YOU TRAITOROUS RAT!!! I'LL RIP YOU TO-"
She never finished that sentence. For Sly, mustering up almost all of his remaining energy, leapt up, grabbed the evil snake's head, and slammed it as hard as possible into the top of the nearest leg of her bed frame. One last hiss of pain ensued, before the giant huntress collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
Sly collapsed as well, heaving in massive gulps of air through his mouth, bringing one hand to his chest, another to his neck. He managed to get onto his knees, one palm against the floor while the other continued grasping his chest. He coughed and wheezed, feeling like he could pass out at any moment as the air was allowed to flow back through him.
His nightmare was over. This rotten woman was down, and he was free.
After a minute, thankfully, the master thief felt himself able to stand back up onto his feet. He was still a bit wobbly, but he could manage, still more physically capable than most in his position (and even some who were perfectly fine).
Wanting to waste no more time, the swift raccoon hastily made his way to the vent. He used the knife to remove the bolts, stashed it into his leg pouch, and darted inside.
Knowing he had only a few hours at most before Lialis would regain consciousness, Sly had to act now if he wanted to gain anything from this painful mission. And so he quickly and quietly crawled through the vent and made his way back to the treasure room. He instantly made to grab the cane that the serpent had cruelly snapped in two, cradling both parts in a gloved hand.
Don't worry, baby. We'll get you back together.
He then turned his head to the prize he initially came here for. As well as the rest of Lialis's stash. As he looked around the vast wealth that lay before him, and then down to the broken trusty family heirloom he held in his hand, a new idea popped into his head.
But first, he had to let his friends know that he was alright. They must have been having a heart attack with his radio silence.
Sly pressed a hand to his ear and whispered, “Bentley? Come in, Bentley!”
“Wha … Sly!” the nasally voice responded, having clearly spent the night panicking. "Where in the world have you been?!”
Sly lightly groaned as he responded, "Well I … got a bit … wrapped up in something," he chuckled dryly.
Bentley huffed out, annoyed but relieved beyond anything else. "Okay, well I'm at least glad you're alright … Can you still get the trophy we came for?"
For the first time in hours, a true grin came about Sly's lips. "Change of plans, pal … We’re raiding this whole place,” the raccoon snarled.
Bentley shouted in shock, “Sly! Do you realize what you’re saying?! That building is filled with more lasers, traps and spotlights than almost anywhere in Asia!”
Sly chuckled a bit. "Buddy, you act like we haven't been through worse."
It took a lot of last-minute strategizing, but Bentley was able to scrounge together a plan for us to snatch up all of Lialis's treasures just in the nick of time. We managed to load it up and high-tail it out of there, leaving the city and the memories made from it behind.
Just as I had hoped, Bentley managed to fuse the two halves of my cane back together, returning it to its rightful glory. Can’t say I wouldn’t have liked to deliver a more brutal blow to Lialis for her crimes, getting her locked up and all that. But from what I heard, she was more than furious enough for me to feel satisfied.
It's strange. I know I have a reputation as a "ladies' man", and yeah, I was certainly willing to tease the fairer sex. And usually I took joy in the attention I received in return. But if this encounter's any indication, there's something to be said for when that kind of thing goes on without approval on one side. I thought back on my ventures, wondering if ever I was the cause of someone feeling that demeaned. A certain Inspector comes to mind ...
It’ll probably be a while before we return to Bangkok, especially with one of its leading criminals out for our blood. But who knows? When that time comes, maybe I’ll show her what happens when you mess with men like that ... and when you mess with a Cooper.
The Sly Cooper franchise, and the characters Sly and Bentley, all belong to Sucker Punch and/or Sanzaru Games. Lialis was given to me by KitoTheManedLigress
Originally uploaded on March 22, 2020.
While I don't like RPs overall, every once in a while I find myself willing to do one. That was the case with KitoTheManedLigress , with whom I did just that on Discord. And after I edited the story that resulted, here we are. It definitely has a uniqueness to it when put against other stories I've had a hand in, and a lot of people seemed to like that. Kito had the idea of his OC snake character fighting and capturing someone, and we decided on the one and only Sly Cooper. It was great to do bondage like this, where the bonds are "alive" so to speak, after having only done it once before. As well as, of course, getting to capture my favorite anthro guy once more!
It's a much more condensed and simplified story than usual, admittedly, but sometimes I like just taking that approach, especially with the two much more epic ones I was juggling at the time. Hopefully you feel the same.
She was born the daughter of a Taiwanese nobleman, a father very loving to his daughter despite her being born an albino. Lialis loved her father’s hunting stories, and he would often let her accompany him on his expeditions. Unlike most girls who had rag dolls and tea sets, she much preferred stuffed animals. But not to snuggle in her bed … she hunted them with her crossbow, displaying them proudly. Whether it be a rival to her criminal business or innocent bystander at the wrong place at the wrong time, no being was safe from being a target.
Years of infamous hunts have put her on the map as the most feared hunter in the criminal world. She currently continues her father’s way of displaying wealth by replacing the eyes of her trophies with any and all manner of precious gems. But that wasn't all there was to her; to the unknowing public, she’s a master chef who specializes in rare meats, which she of course harvests from each animal she hunts.
As it would turn out, she has her own base of criminal operations in streets of this busy, hectic city. At the center of this lair of hers is where a lot of the most prized trophies she’s won end up going. Whether it be her father’s hunting trophies, her own, or even something she won as a chef, you could find the best of the best in that one single room.
Right out in the open for my gang and I to get our hands on it. Someone's got to take that kind of lowlife hunter down a peg or two.
Night fell upon the city of Calcutta. The moon was full, and a light breeze flew through the heavy, chaotic streets. Among the many structures of this populous city was the tower of Lialis herself. Its security system lit it up like the Christmas tree from the gang's childhood orphanage.
Now it was time for the devilishly handsome thief to swipe up the presents.
Much like that childhood tree, the tower was all too simple for Sly to scale. With a few jumps here, spire jumps there, and feats that would put an Olympic gymnast to shame, he very soon found himself inside with no issue.
The lithe, nimble, attractive figure burst through a ventilation unit from the ceiling, landing stylishly in a crouch. As his chocolate orbs peered up, partially obscured by the blue cap adorning his head, they developed a glint of mischievous satisfaction at the sight before them.
Perfect, Sly thought.
He was gazing upon the illuminating, reflective, golden trophy that was now a mere fifty feet away from him. The room was also filled with pelts, animal skulls, and taxidermies, with valuable gems of varying colors replacing their eyes. The room was only separated from Sly by a doorway, which was guarded by numerous orange lasers that moved at a regular pattern to trip up any lesser intruder. One touch from them would singe the raccoon’s soft grey fur.
In other words, it was what the master thief was used to at this point.
Unbeknownst to him, however, the lasers were the least of his problems.
Lialis knew that the devilish raccoon had practically gifted himself to her the second he entered her tower. That was why she was silently slithering down the halls of her establishment, keeping her head extra low to the ground. Even as she approached her treasure room, her movements were so quiet that even the ring-tailed rogue’s extra-sharp ears couldn’t detect her.
Sly couldn’t fully be blamed for missing her, however, with the current challenge in front of him. Eyeing the moving beams and studying their pattern intently, he seized just the right moment to spring his powerful legs up and propel himself through the gate of lasers. He landed with a flip, easily evading them and now finding himself in the room he longed for.
The many remains of animals put a pit in the ring-tail’s stomach. He didn’t want to imagine the implications behind them, but they did confirm that he was stealing from the right kind of lowlife criminal here. Being so proud of slaughtering crooked and innocent beings alike was more than enough to qualify her as such.
As he observed them, he was left blind to the giant snake using a switch on her lapel to briefly deactivate the lasers. She slithered her way into the trophy room, reactivating them once fully inside.
She soon rose above her little guest, blanketing him in her tall shadow, as she prepared to make a move to grab the rodent.
Just as Sly was finally finished studying the room and ready to make for the trophy, his masked eyes widened when they caught a slithering appendage move into their sight, making its way towards his golden-collared neck. In the nick of time, he deftly ducked to avoid it, leaving it to coil around empty air.
The raccoon then rolled himself away to gain distance from this new attacker. As he guessed, it was none other than the serpent in charge of this whole establishment. And she looked a little too pleased to see the ring-tailed intruder in her sights.
“Lovely, aren’t they, my little friend?” she said in a soft yet devilish voice.
Sly played along, hiding his apprehension that the plan had gone wrong. “Ms. Lialis. Fancy seeing you here on this beautiful evening,” he smooth-talked. His arms were crossed and legs straight, but his whole body was tense, ready to spring at a moment’s notice. The tip of his tail twitched back and forth in suspense.
“Care to join me for dinner, Mr. Cooper?” she asked, puckering her lips and showing off her hypnotic ruby red eyes. “I'll be making turtle soup and hippo loaf,” she remarked with a hiss. Her lips curled into a hauntingly sinister, knowing smile. While she taunted her blue-clad prey, she began to move her tail, set on capturing the infamous Sly Cooper.
Sly tightened his grip on his reliable cane, his eyes locked onto that tail of hers. It was clearly extremely powerful; the raccoon knew that he’d be utterly trapped if he ended up caught in its hold.
But the reference to his friends dismantled the charmer’s witty demeanor, replaced with a stony look of seriousness in his eyes. “Lady, you don’t want to even joke about that,” he said, raising his cane to point it at her threateningly.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. They will be fine. You, on the other hand …”
All of a sudden, the lights all went out, leaving the room in darkness. In the few seconds needed for Sly's eyes to adjust, he heard a loud hiss. He then felt as if he were rammed by the Cooper Van itself, knocked many feet back into the wall.
"Uuggh …" Sly moaned in pain.
Lialis giggled with a hiss, before advancing to repeatedly slam her tail down on the dazed thief's chest. He felt the wind get pounded out of him with each strike, gasping and coughing frantically. Soon, the serpent wound her tail around the beaten raccoon's ankles, snaking their way up to just above his knees, the tendril weaving its way through his thick fur. Sly grunted as he shifted his legs, but one mighty squeeze from the tail told him that they were stuck. Lialis then lifted him up and began swinging her new toy around the room. She slammed him into walls, hard enough to hurt him but not render him unconscious. All while making the peculiar choice of singing a demented parody of ‘Hush Little Baby’.
Sly felt the room spinning and shaking, dizziness threatening to overtake his senses from being so haphazardly spun about the room. His frame was rock-sturdy, deceptively so, but could only take so many hard hits like this. Especially with how relentless they were.
Thankfully, his vision was able to clear up, just in time to jump out of the way of another attempt to wrap up his legs. After scrambling back from the menacing appendage, he then jumped again to dodge another attack, his legs high in the air to steer clear of the swift tail. After flipping back one more time, he got into a low combat stance, his whole body close to the ground. He held his cane out in front of him, ready to evade again, as well as try to find an opening and get in an attack of his own.
Lialis smirked, surprised yet thrilled by the challenge this man was offering her. “Very impressive my friend ... but fighting time is over, wouldn’t you agree?” Seeing that the thief's eyes were darting around, clearly plotting out a strategy, she lowered her head to match his eye level.
“It is very rude not to look a lady in the eyes while she speaks to you.”
“Gee, sorry,” Sly barked sarcastically. “Didn’t realize you were a … lady …”
He found his taunt faded out as he did indeed look into her eyes. Much to his surprise, he saw that they were now somehow rapidly changing color, swirling around in a mesmerizing pattern. He found himself in a daze somehow, his surroundings seeming to become a blur and his mind beginning to go numb. Almost as if the orbs were …
Hypnosis! Sly thought.
At the realization, he managed to break away from her gaze, snapping back to reality.
Okay, so just can’t look at her eyes when she does that … As if I needed another reason, he thought.
Indeed, during a stay in India, Lialis had learned this dark, mysterious art. And now, she hoped to use it on the wanted thief before she had to make any more of a mess than she already had with him.
But as she saw him snap his head out of her attempts, the snake sadly realized that she couldn't simply hypnotize this young raccoon into submission. His mind was too strong to break. A shame, Lialis thought to herself. It seems I must break this one’s bones instead ... actually, on second thought, perhaps this will be more fun.
Sly reminded the powerful serpent of her favorite toy that she still had not yet broken, a maned Ligress still free from her control. Of course, this fellow provided his own unique breed of challenge. He would certainly be fun to look at as he flipped and weaved around that limber body with those athletic moves of his.
Come here, my boy, she thought dreamily.
She sprang at the strapping young daredevil, but sure enough he was ready to dart nimbly away. She was swift to respond, though, and raced towards him to swing her tail at him. He leapt up to dodge it, but she was then able to grab her descending prey by one of his athletic thighs. She dragged him towards her and brought her hands to the boy's collar to help keep him still.
“Drop the cane little fella,” she said in a soft and flirtatious voice. Her tail tightened around his thigh, the tip gently caressing the limb in a highly suggestive manner.
Sly grunted and cringed in discomfort. He wrapped his free hand around her neck, the two wrestling for dominance of the other. Desperate as he saw the limb attempt to wrap him up further, he wound up his other arm and brought his cane squarely into the villainess’s head. She screeched out in pain, and the distraction loosened her grip just enough for the slick raccoon to pull his leg out.
The snake fell back in a daze and for but a moment, before coming back to her senses.
Seems that I've underestimated your strength, she thought.
Sly took this opportunity to strike again, running up to whack her once more. And then again, hoping to get in a flurry of hits. But the snake wisely backed away several feet, trying to ignore the aches inflicted onto her.
The smaller fighter ran up to swing again. This time, though, she was able to wrap the tip of her tail around the thief's slender wrist, halting his strike.
She glared at him mischievously and tightened her grip tremendously, causing Sly to gasp through his teeth at the pain. She squeezed even further, the crushing feeling unbearable to his wrist. Despite his best efforts, he found his grip on his cane loosening, until it slid out of his hand and onto the ground.
Needing to keep this from getting worse, Sly deftly sprang up and kicked Lialis with his powerful feet. Once again, she was momentarily taken aback just enough for him to slink out of her grip.
But it came at a cost: she now blocked the path to his cane.
And Lialis knew it as well. Without hesitation, she slithered her way over to the cane and grabbed it with her tail. She tightened her hold on it, looking the thief right in the eyes with a knowing look.
Sly glared right back at her, his eyes giving her full warning to not do what she was about to do.
But with her anger boiling, Lialis gave one last squeeze to snap the cane in half, like the twig it was to her.
All of a sudden, the raccoon saw red. His prized heirloom, passed down to him from his father … broken. Surely Bentley could fuse it back together, but the mere act was enough to make his thieving blood boil. His gloved fists were now clenched, his tail stiff as a board and slightly fluffed up.
“Awww, did I break your toy?!” she hissed with rage.
Before he could truly have a more visceral reaction, however, the snake made a move towards him again.
Lialis made to wrap her tail around his waist, but he jumped out of the way. She tried to slam it against him but he ducked backwards, the appendage only hitting the wall as the raccoon skillfully got on his palms and vaulted his way back onto his toes. The snake relentlessly whipped and slammed her body and tail around the room, knowing her prey would get tired eventually.
They continued for multiple minutes, Sly’s adrenaline fueling him further than usual. His mind was filled with memories of the staff and what it meant to him. He thought of his many battles and missions ... Paris, Venice, and many more. For the first time since destroying Clockwork, he felt the fires of vengeance within him. But he kept them disciplined so as to not get sloppy as he continued to expertly dodge the villainess's many attacks.
But Lialis then got crafty, much like the ring-tailed man she was fighting. When Sly was nearing a corner, she made her tail quickly creep up to him from the left. And so he dodged to the right, as expected. But halfway towards him, she flexibly weaved the tail to the right to match his direction and cut him off.
Sly gasped as his feet landed, realizing he'd been faked out. But before he could jump back, the serpent managed to get her tail wrapped securely around the thief’s lean waist. It coiled around it a couple of times, the villain enjoying the sensation of his tight, toned abdomen against her leathery skin, expanding and contracting as the wrapped thief breathed in and out.
As she smiled so widely her fangs were visible, she began slamming the smaller raccoon into the floor. She lifted him up and then brought him back down again in a cruel slam. She repeated this act several times.
"I’m well aware of what that toy meant to you little fella, but don’t worry, Cooper ... you’ll be with Mommy again once I’ve had all my fun," she said mockingly, as she slammed the meddlesome rodent to the ground harder.
She then began coiling the young Cooper’s rib cage and chest, the tip of the limb settling around his left shoulder and bicep. He couldn't arch his back, and his wiry torso became enveloped in the inescapable coils.
“Time to take you on a tour of my home. But first...” She slid her hand into the red pouch strapped to his thigh and removed what appeared to be some odd binoculars.
“More toys sweetie? Playtime is over for you, Cooper."
The brown-eyed thief growled. He was battered and beaten from the relentless assault, and now felt his breathing tighten as he was constricted. But he didn’t lose his fight in the least. He grabbed the coils around him and tugged and pulled with all his might. He twisted his torso vigorously, doing whatever he could to help loosen her grasp. His fingers dug into the scaly tail, trying to get a solid grasp as it continued slithering around his form. He wrenched his head up, teeth gritted as he kept pulling, twisting, and fighting.
“Ah ah ah,” the snake mocked. “None of that.”
She readjusted her coils, being quick so as to avoid the coon slipping free again. With much skilled maneuvering that took practice from other victims, she drew him in closer so that more of her tail could slither around him. Despite his admirable fighting, Sly remained powerless to stop the tail from managing to circle around both arms and wrap them tightly against his sides. The result was the little raccoon's upper body trapped in a crisscrossing array of thick, slithering coils.
He kept struggling mightily, much to the pleasure of his foe.
“Hehehe... yes! Please, continue Cooper. Such fight in you …" As the skinny thief thrashed and twisted his pinned form uselessly, Lialis found the squirming to be comforting in a way ... maybe even a touch ticklish.
She now held him two feet off the ground, giving those shapely, booted legs of his ample room to kick and struggle. She held him out far enough away, however, to ensure they never managed to touch her.
"Hehe … I’ve never felt such resilience in prey before. You are making this quite delightful," she giggled.
I have to get out of this! Sly thought. “Sorry to - agh! - sorry to say the feeling's not mutual!” he struggled to retort as he felt his body being crushed. "You think I'll just be another trophy, stuffed up on your wall? Why don't you go stuff yourself with-rrmmmghphmmnph!"
The thief's sass was cut off into a string of gibberish when Lialis proceeded to wind the remainder of her tail tightly over the raccoon's neck and finally over his mouth, twice over. She tightened it at the back of his head and left the struggling young man thoroughly gagged.
“Hush, Cooper. Much as I enjoy that delectable voice of yours, there’s no need to complain.”
“Mmhmmn, wrmmph grrrrmm! Mmmmph!!” Sly shouted out. His deep, silky voice was muted by the slithering, slimy tendril squeezing his face as mercilessly as his neck and upper body. He thrashed around in a fit, desperate to get out of the increasingly tight coils. But they merely held him up and squeezed him painfully, taking the breath further out of him with each passing second. And the poor raccoon utterly helpless to stop it, only able to feebly kick his legs around.
“It's tradition for me to simply do away with my prey, but such a soft pelt on such a ... tender body must not be wasted, especially on a man as famous as yourself. Don't you agree my friend?” She inquired.
As she spoke, she rubbed a leathery, boney hand through the dashing young Cooper’s leg fur, while the other hand used a thumb to stroke what little of his face peeked out from the gagging coils. Sly jolted and tensed up at the sensation of her invasive hands, jerking his body in a futile attempt to get away. “Nnrrrrh …”
Never did he think that a female's advances could be so unsavory, feel so violating.
“So adorable,” the serpent cooed at her captive’s struggling. "Now then, what should I do with you?"
As it turned out, the answer was rather unexpected.
With the raccoon now securely in her clutches, Lialis brought him out of the trophy room. But rather than some cell or closet, she apparently decided she wanted him with her as she went to sleep in her own master bedroom.
She simply … lay in the bed with him. After the heavy fight for her prize, she felt she had earned some time cuddling up to him … whether he wanted to or not.
The raccoon’s stripped tail lashed and twisted up in anger, sticking out from the mass of scaly coils. His furry legs were now wrapped together as well, at the thighs and upper shins, leaving only his boots and the tufts of his knees visible. All they could do just lay splayed out and kick uselessly, twitching from the ache of the constriction like the rest of him.
Sly had no chance of getting free. His smaller, lithe form was no match for the sheer power of her tail and the grip it inflicted on him. The sound of him moaning furiously through the gagging coils was music to her ears. It continued as she subtly and lightly adjusted the wrappings regularly. It made him tense up and wince, keeping the foul sensation of them feeling up his body ever present on his mind.
Lialis did eventually fall asleep in the Egyptian cotton sheets of her soft bed, drifting off while thinking of what to do with the relentlessly squirmy raccoon.
Sly on the other hand was unwilling (as well as unable) to sleep, spending the night trying to come up with a way out of this. He tried to keep his breathing level, struggling to do so with the pressure on his body and his mouth being so heavily and completely blocked.
She was giggling … perhaps the way out is to tickle her coils. But then she’d be awake and start thrashing me again … maybe even break my back like she did to my cane. Think, Cooper! THINK!
The terrible experience continued throughout what was easily the most uncomfortable night of his life. Right up until the morning.
The rising sun broke through the window of the bedroom, its rays hitting what could still be seen of Sly's face. A particularly sharp glint pierced through his eyes. As the captive raccoon lightly grunted and squinted his eyes shut, he also wondered what that light was reflecting off of to make it so bright.
It seemed to be from on the floor. And so, muscles aching tremendously, he inched over to the edge of the bed and looked down, slowly so he didn't wake the serpent.
And then his brown orbs saw it: Lialis, for all her cunning, apparently kept a simple pocket knife stashed under her bed. He could see a glinting, silver blade peeking out from it!
If Sly could just get his legs over the bed and reach them down, he could possibly use his toes to pick it up and stab the villainous snake hard enough to get her to loosen her grip. Seeing a ventilation unit peeking out behind a laundry basket on the floor as well, an escape plan quickly came together in the crafty coon's head.
It would require stealth and quiet precision. But really, no one possessed those qualities more than Sly Cooper.
Unfortunately, Sly could then feel Lialis stir, about to wake up. She'd surely catch him in the act before he could grab the knife if he went for it now. It looked like in order to escape this situation, he'd need to distract her and make the move right under her nose.
And going by her clear attraction to him, it was clear that doing so would require applying some of his signature Cooper charm. Even if for the first time ever, he really didn't want to.
Quickly, the devious thief wriggled his way over to her side, and pulled himself up onto his knees to look directly down at her. Unable to use a trademark smooth line, he put on his best suggestive look in his deep brown orbs, trying to appear far more pleased to see her awake than he truly was.
The snake did indeed then open her eyes, and was greeted with the surprise of her raccoon captive looking right at her. But even more surprising was that he didn't look mad or scared, but rather ... pleased? Flirtatious?
“Well good morning my little friend. Ready for your big day? I’m sure it’ll leave you in stitches,” she giggled, sitting up in her bed.
“Mmmhmmm …” Sly moaned seductively, making sure to sell the act despite his internal disgust. He wiggled around in place a bit to further entice her, bringing his exposed knees up to brush against her neck.
“Well, well. You certainly are in a better mood this morning,” Lialis mused. “Have you perhaps had enough time to wrap your head around us together?” She tightened her hold on the boy, making him squeeze his eyes shut and breathe heavily through his nose. And yet he still tried to look and sound like he enjoyed it all.
"Tell me boy, what's gotten into your head?" she asked. She slid her tail from around his head and mouth, the end now resting gently at his still-wrapped neck.
Sly restrained himself from gasping and heaving loudly with his mouth free for the first time in so long. Swallowing his pride and cringing internally, he instead responded, "Oh, fair Lialis … Your beauty knows no bounds. How may I serve you, your excellency?" His voice was very hoarse, but still somehow kept its highly attractive lilt.
Lialis smiled at the racoon’s words. “Oh Cooper, you are such a sweetheart, I could just squeeze you! In fact …” She tightened her coils even more, making sure to feel every last bit of the hot, flirtatious rodent's body.
“Gah!” Sly gasped out.
“You aren’t playing me for a fool, are you Cooper?” Lialis asked, continuing to squeeze. She doubted any of his current behavior was genuine, likely his way of trying to get on her good side. But that didn't mean she wouldn't indulge herself.
“Well … *huff* I figured if you can’t beat’em, *huff* join’em,” the racoon garbled through hushed, struggling breaths, his voice struggling to resemble its usual tone. He rubbed his stripped tail across her leathery skin, knees shifting to caress her neck further.
A dry chuckle was earned from the snake. “You are wiser than I gave you credit for … or so it would seem," she purred.
"Still," she continued, "I've always believed men should be seen and not heard.”
Sly prepared some smart comeback, but to his horror, he saw her tail move from its resting position on his neck. It was wrapped back over his mouth and squeezed, choking out his attempted response.
"Gmmmnnnph!" he muffled, his head reeling back in disgust. He got a taste of her skin as she re-gagged him, and desperately wanted to hack and spit it out.
Lialis then emerged from the bed, lifting Sly up into the air. Unfortunately, as she got up, she began in the opposite direction from where her knife lay, taking it out of Sly's reach. He had to keep her distracted and hope that, in her enamored state, she would mindlessly wander over to the position he wanted her in. As well as lower him down just enough for his feet to reach the weapon.
Until then, he’d have to keep flirting with her however he could. Gagged and all.
Lialis, meanwhile, had additional things in mind. She could feel her skin beginning to shed, as would happen with all snakes. As such, she knew that for this process, she had to release her captive raccoon from her coils.
But oh, how she didn't want to. She wanted to continue holding her new toy, especially with how much more playful he'd suddenly become. She ogled him as he friskily tossed his body around, his eyes giving her their best alluring stare. She drank in his fuzzy knees rubbing against her deliberately, those tight, chiseled muscles of his shifting and hardening against her scales, the hot muffled moans of pleasure he tantalizingly let out in that velvety voice. She was becoming more attracted to the young man by the second, and his newfound willingness to give into her advances and provide his own advances delighted her even more.
So much so, that her eyes were focused on his handsome gagged-up face, rather than his legs. In her distracted indulgence, she ended up doing exactly what Sly had been hoping for: going about her room without aim. And eventually, this brought her right to where the coiled-up thief wanted her: right above the knife he coveted.
“Mmmmnn. Hrrrmmpnnn, nnnnnngh,” he mumbled steamily through the squeezing appendage. "Hmmmmm." He topped it off by flexing himself and providing her an extra sultry look. He had to turn the charm up to eleven, making sure to keep her distracted as much as possible.
Lialis gave him a kiss on the forehead in seeming gratitude, before squeezing with her newly found love for him.
"Unfortunately, Cooper, our time must be put on pause for now."
She then squeezed harder. And harder, enough to send genuine pain through Sly's body. It forced his breath to become increasingly strained. He could feel himself choking, gasping for breath and failing to get it, moaning through the coil over his mouth.
"Grrrrph … gmmmmph!" What is she doing? Is she trying to kill me?!
It turned out that wasn't too far off from the truth. "Because my skin is beginning to shed, I must retreat for a while," she explained. "But since we can't have you running off, I'm afraid we must … put you to sleep for a bit, and stash you somewhere safe" she hissed playfully. "So sorry, my dear."
Sly's heart raced. She was trying to constrict him into unconsciousness! That means this is my only shot! he realized. He had to move now!
The thief's legs continued reaching for the knife, with Sly trying to fight off the agonizing, building pressure that got worse and worse by the second. In less than a minute, he began feeling himself fade, hearing the creaking of the coils winding up and constricting him. He began trembling, very muscle in his body screaming at him to let go and give in to blackness, a new feeling of claustrophobia he'd never experienced taking hold. He couldn't breathe ... couldn't breathe ... his nose flared up but barely any oxygen flowed inside. He felt ready to collapse right there.
"Mmmm … mmmm …" he murmured.
But he endured through the pain, the suffocation; he mustered up all of his concentration and fading strength.
He could feel his boots make contact with the blade, but in his haze they inadvertently kicked it a bit. He grunted in frustration, disguising it as him finding even this torture appealing for himself.
All while the snake continued watching his strained face with disturbing pleasure. "Yes, fight it, Cooper. It's so much hotter for me," Lialis moaned.
This last bit of distraction turned out to be what the raccoon needed. For just in the nick of time before he was lifted slightly upwards, his booted feet just managed to snag the weapon securely, grasped by his toes.
Let's see how hot this is!
Reeling his wrapped-up legs, Sly shoved the knife powerfully into the serpent's abdomen.
The hiss Lialis gave out was deafening, but it got the job done. The coils around the thief let up, and he slipped out and fell onto the floor. The immense relief he felt was shoved down in order for him to give another strike, this time slashing his adversary across the chest.
"AAAUUUGH!!!" Lialis screamed. "YOU TRAITOROUS RAT!!! I'LL RIP YOU TO-"
She never finished that sentence. For Sly, mustering up almost all of his remaining energy, leapt up, grabbed the evil snake's head, and slammed it as hard as possible into the top of the nearest leg of her bed frame. One last hiss of pain ensued, before the giant huntress collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
Sly collapsed as well, heaving in massive gulps of air through his mouth, bringing one hand to his chest, another to his neck. He managed to get onto his knees, one palm against the floor while the other continued grasping his chest. He coughed and wheezed, feeling like he could pass out at any moment as the air was allowed to flow back through him.
His nightmare was over. This rotten woman was down, and he was free.
After a minute, thankfully, the master thief felt himself able to stand back up onto his feet. He was still a bit wobbly, but he could manage, still more physically capable than most in his position (and even some who were perfectly fine).
Wanting to waste no more time, the swift raccoon hastily made his way to the vent. He used the knife to remove the bolts, stashed it into his leg pouch, and darted inside.
Knowing he had only a few hours at most before Lialis would regain consciousness, Sly had to act now if he wanted to gain anything from this painful mission. And so he quickly and quietly crawled through the vent and made his way back to the treasure room. He instantly made to grab the cane that the serpent had cruelly snapped in two, cradling both parts in a gloved hand.
Don't worry, baby. We'll get you back together.
He then turned his head to the prize he initially came here for. As well as the rest of Lialis's stash. As he looked around the vast wealth that lay before him, and then down to the broken trusty family heirloom he held in his hand, a new idea popped into his head.
But first, he had to let his friends know that he was alright. They must have been having a heart attack with his radio silence.
Sly pressed a hand to his ear and whispered, “Bentley? Come in, Bentley!”
“Wha … Sly!” the nasally voice responded, having clearly spent the night panicking. "Where in the world have you been?!”
Sly lightly groaned as he responded, "Well I … got a bit … wrapped up in something," he chuckled dryly.
Bentley huffed out, annoyed but relieved beyond anything else. "Okay, well I'm at least glad you're alright … Can you still get the trophy we came for?"
For the first time in hours, a true grin came about Sly's lips. "Change of plans, pal … We’re raiding this whole place,” the raccoon snarled.
Bentley shouted in shock, “Sly! Do you realize what you’re saying?! That building is filled with more lasers, traps and spotlights than almost anywhere in Asia!”
Sly chuckled a bit. "Buddy, you act like we haven't been through worse."
It took a lot of last-minute strategizing, but Bentley was able to scrounge together a plan for us to snatch up all of Lialis's treasures just in the nick of time. We managed to load it up and high-tail it out of there, leaving the city and the memories made from it behind.
Just as I had hoped, Bentley managed to fuse the two halves of my cane back together, returning it to its rightful glory. Can’t say I wouldn’t have liked to deliver a more brutal blow to Lialis for her crimes, getting her locked up and all that. But from what I heard, she was more than furious enough for me to feel satisfied.
It's strange. I know I have a reputation as a "ladies' man", and yeah, I was certainly willing to tease the fairer sex. And usually I took joy in the attention I received in return. But if this encounter's any indication, there's something to be said for when that kind of thing goes on without approval on one side. I thought back on my ventures, wondering if ever I was the cause of someone feeling that demeaned. A certain Inspector comes to mind ...
It’ll probably be a while before we return to Bangkok, especially with one of its leading criminals out for our blood. But who knows? When that time comes, maybe I’ll show her what happens when you mess with men like that ... and when you mess with a Cooper.
The Sly Cooper franchise, and the characters Sly and Bentley, all belong to Sucker Punch and/or Sanzaru Games. Lialis was given to me by KitoTheManedLigress
Originally uploaded on March 22, 2020.
While I don't like RPs overall, every once in a while I find myself willing to do one. That was the case with KitoTheManedLigress , with whom I did just that on Discord. And after I edited the story that resulted, here we are. It definitely has a uniqueness to it when put against other stories I've had a hand in, and a lot of people seemed to like that. Kito had the idea of his OC snake character fighting and capturing someone, and we decided on the one and only Sly Cooper. It was great to do bondage like this, where the bonds are "alive" so to speak, after having only done it once before. As well as, of course, getting to capture my favorite anthro guy once more!
It's a much more condensed and simplified story than usual, admittedly, but sometimes I like just taking that approach, especially with the two much more epic ones I was juggling at the time. Hopefully you feel the same.
Category Story / Bondage
Species Raccoon
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