*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

On occasion, the mood strikes me to make sequels to old stories of mine.

I do like the Sly Cooper series. The tight platforming, the fun characters, the diversity of gameplay, I find that there's a lot to like in the original trilogy as I've played the collection way, way back and became quite a fan...Enough to write a story about it too. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/8732272/


The fourth one was a different story. Not that it's bad, but it didn't hook me in the same way that the others did. It seemed like the magic was kinda gone...though there was of course one scene which did delight me to no end and it was Carmelita's belly dance scene. Her outfit itself was very fun and sexy-looking and it gave me some idea for a tale, one slightly related to the one above too. https://www.furaffinity.net/view/16545392/


And now, because of some idea I had along with some self-indulgence, I wrote a sequel to the latter one. It is a tale about what happens after the whole incident with Carmelita using hypnosis and how it affects her relationship with Sly much, much later after the games are done. Kind of a conclusion and a happy ending, really. Of course, I couldn't just write a story, getting myself a commission from the ever skillful Neo-Edo-Exican  neo-edo-exican along with it. The swirls, the angle, the curves...she did draw a pretty great-looking Carmelita here. ;)

If you're interested in commissioning her, here's the prices and tiers for her art: https://twitter.com/Neo_Edo_Exican/.....68832495882240

A little reminder that I do have a Patreon in which you can find most of my stuff (including NSFW) for free: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder

And now read on the story. I would tell you to read the first part, but it's not entirely necessary either. Enjoy!

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A GEM IN THE NIGHT

Carmelita heard a ruckus upstairs.


At first she thought it might just be something falling down by accident, a mere trifle not to be concerned with...but she had learned to dispose of such hypothesis's a while ago. She was married to someone who couldn't help himself, a vigilante and kleptomaniac, a compulsive liar who was also, strangely enough, the most genuine and charming man that she had ever met: Sly Cooper. He had those impulses, that desire to roam the night, to steal from the rich and be the legend he was meant to be as part of the Cooper Clan...and on occasion it was the right thing to do. But not always.


She was a detective, a good one too and thus she knew best to follow that side of herself, the one who needed to verify, to see possibilities for herself and thus she went up. She had a hunch, a gut feeling that told her that tonight was one of those time when Sly couldn't help himself and as she checked the rooms she didn't find him anywhere...which meant he was in the attic and her suspicions were confirmed. More than angry, she was slightly disappointed as Sly knew quite well that he wasn't supposed to do this, that this part of his life was meant to be over given what happened between them, since their marriage. As she reached her destination, doing so swiftly, she saw some boxes having fallen, an open window and the culprit himself standing before it, clad in his full gear. The cane, the mask, the vest, the pouches...the whole ensemble.


“Sly...We've talked about this multiple time...You and I have different responsibilities now,” Carmelita said, crossing her arms and sighing as she looked at her husband who was trying to flee into the night, having adventures and sowing mischief in his own way. He looked at her, obviously trying to come up with an excuse as a little moment of silence passed between the two of them.


“Bentley needs me and...I have to...go...” he said, that explanation slightly forced and not convincing anyone, least of all himself as he stood there, looking at Carmelita with a hesitant grin. Sly knew quite well that this wouldn't fly, that she wouldn't buy this in the slightest. “Honey, listen, I...”


“You gave him full rein on the operations and I happen to know he's doing a very, very fine job with Murray, Sly,” Carmelita retorted, accustomed to being direct and never shy when it came to confrontation. She saw him slightly preparing himself for a sudden move, his own tics and body language being easy to read for her and thus she knew exactly what needed to be done as she moved toward a special compartment in her pocket where she kept perhaps her most prized, though also potent possession.


The Cobra Gem.


Thanks to some time paradox, and the help of someone else from the Cooper Clan himself, Salim al-Kupar, she had acquired a version of this artifact of utter mesmerism. In one instance, she had managed to completely hypnotize some guards...as well as the whole Cooper Gang while wearing an outfit that made it very easy to focus on her midriff: a belly dance ensemble. It had been slightly embarrassing at first, to dance in such a weird way and to titillate others, but the Cobra Gem had made her feel powerful, fully in control and the way Sly had looked at her, completely enthralled by her beauty had been a highlight of the moment...and Salim had been a witness to that. She didn't quite know how it could be in two places at once, or if there was maybe a twin set of the precious stone itself, yet she took it out and then placed it directly in her navel, the green and polished stone sparkling in her belly button. And right there it grabbed Sly's attention and never let go of it.


There had been an arrangement of some sort between Sly and Carmelita, the two being aware of a certain penchant of the former when it came to commitment. They had rough patches in the past where Sly just went away and this made building a relationship difficult...Yet they both wanted, yearned to make this work. One of their methods, agreed by both parties, was using the Cobra Gem as she told him of its properties, of what she managed to do. Carmelita had been a victim of hypnosis against her will in the past and it felt slightly bizarre to just do this to him, but there was no denying that there was also a certain thrill to it as well as eventually she had positioned herself as the one who would direct him toward the right path...within reason. Carmelita was a just, fair and kind-hearted person in the end and she did love him very much...But right now Sly was focused on something else entirely as his mind was being ensnared by the Cobra Gem and the effect it had on his thoughts...Notably his perceptions.


Everything swam in spirals and circles of green, various shades of that cold color drowning the surroundings to give him a light case of vertigo, a pleasant daze as his own eyes couldn't help but drift off toward his wife's midriff as everything shifted and changed to suit the occasion, this gesture of hers. Her clothing changed, a veil appearing to hide her mouth, her vest and shirt dissipating to make way for a deep blue top adorned with coins. Jewelry popped up around her arms and wrists, a feathered hat popped atop her long hair which itself arranged itself into a braid kept in place by multiple coin-adorned accessories. Her skirt turned into pantaloons, her shoes into slippers and right then she changed from his wife to the woman who had successfully hypnotized and seduced him utterly, without fail as her belly dancer costume was what he saw whenever she wore the Cobra Gem. It was a suggestion, an implant within his psyche which he himself agreed to as she was simply irresistible in this outfit, both literally and figuratively. He fell on his knees as rings of green appeared in his eyes, astonished by such captivating loveliness as the many sessions they had made it so he would fall under her power very quickly whenever the gem would be used.


“I understand the call to action, the desire to have things the way they were, Sly...But right now you have other challenges to consider,” Carmelita said, moving forward, closer to him as she knew with just one glance that he'd be unable to run away. His pliant mind would not allow him to as he stared at her belly, at the illusion created by his mind and by her words with a growing smile on his face. He looked so full of bliss, caught in silly happiness as this aroused her a little to see him like this. There had been a period of time in her life when she had been pursuing him non-stop, never quite catching him which lead to frustration...yet now she had captured him completely and in such an unusual way and this was indeed exciting. No matter how many times she did that, it never quite lost its appeal as to see Sly helpless before her satisfied her in some way which felt both wrong and fantastic. “So just stare at me, listen to my voice and let the hypnosis flow into you, relaxing every muscles in your body as your thoughts drift away gently...”


Visions of Carmelita's dance from way back, as well as other attempts to reinforce her influence, manifested themselves in Sly's own entranced mind. She had taken some lessons, watched some videos and her dancing form had vastly improved...Or perhaps it was just his own vision of things. The way her tail swished with her hips, how she could suck in and out her belly rapidly, how she could make her navel the center of his attention, the core of his world and worries and how her voice could reach deep within his heart and soul felt like nirvana. He was floating amidst a sea of green, the circles and spirals swallowing him whole yet what felt better, what made it worth it was how sexy this whole ordeal was. There was just something so pleasant and fascinating about this state of mind, about clarity and guidance in the form of his lovely wife dressed in such a beautiful way. It was transcendental, a near-religious experience as he salivated, drooled slightly while his own brain could only focus on Carmelita and the gem, on her voice...and nothing else.


“Very good...Just look at me, feel your heart burst with desire to stay with me and spend some quality time with your lovely wife,” Carmelita said, never quite comfortable with going too far with suggestions and commands. She had almost been a complete victim of The Contessa back then who would have used her hypnotic talent to wrest control of Interpol as she used her powers of persuasion and mesmerism to enslave thieves and criminals, making them reveal where their loot was among other things. She did not want to be this way, thus Sly was almost trigger-free except for things which he would consent to...Such as seeing her in this dancer getup whenever he was in a trance or making him more vulnerable to her hypnosis while making him far more resistant to that of others. It was trust, understanding that flew between those two in a way, their relationship not perfect though better than it was in the past. Moments like these, however, made it so they would both know that they needed some work, yet they were willing to go through whatever was needed, just as she'd do this as many times as required. “Let yourself drift under my hypnotic control...Turn your mind off and yours ears on...And let me guide you to where you should be.”


Sly couldn't quite hear her, though his mind was decidedly concentrating solely on Carmelita right now. He felt his own muscles release all tension, a sigh escaping his lips as he could do naught but stare at his amazing wife. Yes, he needed to be with her. Why would he ever go away from her proximity during such a lovely night? She was smart, beautiful, talented and cared about him...Just like he cared about her very, very much. Such thoughts occurred not just because of his trance, but because of his desire which rose to higher peaks as he saw her sway those lovely hips, that abdomen of her being so tantalizing that he wouldn't mind caressing it, rubbing his face upon its surface, feel the fur against his cheek as he'd kiss, lick and worship it completely. He knew that he was being hypnotized, controlled by Carmelita and yet it only upped the arousal and the approval he felt in his heart as he yearned for her. All the green in the world, in his vision, could never hope to swallow her as more than anything, even more than the Cobra Gem itself, she was the hypnotic one. She was ever crystal clear while he was in a trance as he saw multiple illusions, ethereal constructs of his minds of a multitude of Carmelita dancing for his eyes only, using those moves to put him deeper into her mental embrace, further in her power and he was all for it. Belly rolls, hip gyrations, shoulder shaking, all under her sumptuous gaze and the mysterious veil hiding perhaps a smile or a naughty expression.


Carmelita, now closer, could tell that this was decidedly making him feel very warm, fuzzy but also lustful as she couldn't help but admit that this was something she felt too whenever this occurred. A part of her thought that perhaps she never did twist his mind and priorities away so that she could always go for it, indulging herself in this control and this sublime hold she had on him as she couldn't help but blush. He was so happy, so elated by her allure that she looked at one box in the corner and then decided that perhaps it might just be time to have some fun. Maybe it was frustration on both sides which lead to him vying for an escape...Or maybe they hadn't spent too much time together with Interpol as well as their other responsibilities as a couple. She wouldn't fool herself, though, as this always ended in the same way and perhaps it was why she never made any of this permanent, why she carried that gem with her at all time. “Your mind is caught in the gem...You see nothing else but me...Wherever you look you shall see my beauty and my mesmerizing appearance and you shall fall further under my control...” Carmelita said, her tail brushing against his face as she then went toward the box, her heart racing as it wasn't the first time she did this, but she had transformed a moment of humiliation into something more, something suited to her needs and to her own appreciation in time as she began to remove her clothes in favor of something else entirely.


Sly, though, was seeing only what she wished for him to witness and by her words he saw nothing but Carmelita...and he wouldn't have it any other way. It was akin to a harem of phantoms, of transparent apparitions as multiple Carmelita danced for his eyes as the green floated in the form of kaleidoscopes in the background. It was as if he wasn't present any longer, his sensations gone and replaced with utter contentment and relaxation. His eyes sucked in those green circles, his expression slackened much like his body and he looked as if he was intoxicated, drunk from the sight and hold of Carmelita as this was a little piece of Heaven on Earth. He was not in a dusty attic, nor could he feel the slight wind of the open window behind him, but he was rather in a harem filled with the only person who could make him feel that way: Carmelita Fox...His wife...His hypnotic mistress.


“And now I want you to wake up...And see something which will leave you completely stunned~” Carmelita said, taking on a more honeyed tone as she prepared to snap her fingers, an eager grin on her face hidden by an accessory which she knew would bear fruit very soon...and would be removed quickly.


SNAP!


Sly felt groggy still as his mind awakened, as his senses returned gradually as the high of being hypnotized was ever slow to vanish completely...And it might just not go away as what he saw in front of his eyes was something which could certainly make him slip back into trance in a matter of seconds. Carmelita would only need to whisper suggestions and commands right here and then and he'd gladly obey as her midriff was bare, much like it ever was, the Cobra Gem removed...Yet the rest of the dancer ensemble was still on. Was this reality...Or a trick of the mind? Either way, the harem girl outfit made her look stupendous, a delightful look for a splendid woman.


“Now...Why don't you close that window and carry me downstairs to our bedroom...my dear husband?” Carmelita said with a wink, not asking him to remove his costume as she trailed a finger on his chest, getting closer in a frisky manner. The costume made her feel like a different person altogether, almost as if she were bolder and more confident as the instance of shame associated with it had long since vanished to be replaced by playfulness and sensuality. The veil hid her smile well, but her words spoke plainly of her own arousal and what she planned to do...On what she hoped they would both do. “Our son is sleeping now and it would be a shame for you to go away on such a lovely evening, yes?”


Sly picked her up from the floor gently, carrying her in his arms tenderly as he looked her over and then into her eyes as a little grin appeared on his face, a salacious look which spoke volumes of subtext to what both desired out of this. “Your wishes are commands...my mistress~” Sly responded, playful in his behavior as he then planted a small kiss on her navel, then a few more on her belly as he indulged himself as those kind of sessions ever left him eager to do that...And so much more. In silence, they both went downstairs, the two of them unable to gaze away from each other as this would be an evening and a night to remember, yet Sly couldn't help but smirk at what he just accomplished. He never really desired to go away tonight, nor much of any night in truth. His life was near-perfect and he knew of his responsibilities toward her and their child, with him hoping that he'd be a good father. However, he also knew that whenever Carmelita ended up hypnotizing him, they would both end up quite horny and looking out to showcase their passion and devotion to one another. Putting his outfit, making some noise and they would be sure to have a grand time...And he had his own suspicions that she knew of his methods, yet said nothing about them. It was their secret, their little game, for even though he knew that he was one, if not the greatest thief in the world, capable of taking just about anything from anywhere, it was probably Carmelita who outclassed him here as she managed to steal something of great value right under his nose...


His heart.