*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51381044/ *

Sometimes an impulse comes over you and it's no use denying it.

I do like the Sly Cooper games (the original trilogy made by Sucker Punch, that is). Lots of personality, fun music, great gameplay, there's a lot to love and although the fourth one wasn't exactly up to the series standard (personal opinion, of course), it did give us Carmelita Fox as a belly dancer. That idea came back to me many times and yet out of the blue did someone mention a TGTF of Sly with that outfit and naturally did it lead to something...but I wanted to keep it going if only because I love the idea.

Cue me going to Gangstargab as I thought she'd be great to do another interpretation and she did so, so well. The hair, the fur, the curves, it's her own version which respects HornedRam's one without just copying it. A mix between Sly and Carmelita in a way as she is now a djinn full-time. If you like her work, she does have a commission sheet which you can see here https://gangstargab.carrd.co/#commissions

And if you like mine, I do have a Patreon you can check right here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder

Now what is going on with Sly? Read on and find out!

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THE NEW PARADOX GANG

“Are you sure he didn't just go do number two in a corner?”


Things were dire indeed, the protocols of the Cooper Gang and how to do a proper job indeed making it so whatever Murray was suggesting simply couldn't be why they went after Sly. “No, Murray, not number one either. We have a code for that and it's the dodo has to find its nest. Sly didn't say that and so more than 20 minutes passed without contact...that's bad,” Bentley responded, his tech-enhanced wheelchair allowing him to jump over obstacles and to move through the ordeals that Sly either completed or just moved past. “He might be in trouble!”


“Wait, is that catch-phrase for number one or number two?” Murray asked, never the brightest bulb in the room, but ever friendly, strong and an excellent driver. Even though this question was ill-timed, Bentley could not fault him for being distracted and generally hopeful for their friend Sly's wellness. They had been on many jobs together, even gone through time and other tight spots as a group. While he was their leader, both of his friends knew not to abandon the other and to always stay loyal to one another. No one was more important in the group despite its name and they all understood that. “You know, a lot of these doors look pretty weak to me. Let me see if...”


Where Bentley's know-how failed, Murray's muscle would assuredly win the day as the hippo was indeed the strongest among them, easily. Yet as they went through this temple in which Salim al-Kuppar had supposedly let this treasure of his to rest, they eventually saw the last person they wanted to meet, someone they thought they'd never have to deal with again: Cyrille Le Paradox. He stood there as if waiting on them, as cocky and arrogant as ever, in his hand the magic lamp in question and a genie that neither Murray nor Bentley could mistake for anyone else.


“You certainly took your time, you two. Then again, it's hardly fair as I've access to a time machine,” Cyrille said, the skunk speaking as if he'd already won, which might have been the case given the one by his side. A rather stunning bombshell of a genie, well-endowed, wearing a bedlah design that was especially familiar to both Murray and Bentley as the raccoon djinn was unmistakably a transformed Sly...who changed gender and was obviously hypnotized if the spirals in her, or his, eyes were to be believed. “I have been waiting a certain time for this...okay, okay, enough about the time puns and wordplays. They're grating even for me...okay maybe one last more. I waited to punch your clock in.”


“But how? Last time I heard about you, you were in complete isolation, imprisoned for life!” Murray asked, a rather direct and most fair question as even though he knew that he couldn't come up with a good plan on his own, he trusted Bentley to do that and in his experience villains sure loved to talk, to explain, to monologue.


“He probably went on to promise riches to a guard, an attorney or a judge...unless it was much more complex and clever than that, was it?” Bentley added, fuel to the fire of Le Paradox's vanity being pumped through words and questions. What they needed was to find a way to snatch the lamp away from his hand, then they'd be able to capture him again, get the initial objective they add as a group followed by freeing Sly from this rather sordid state he was in. Unfortunately, Le Paradox had learned a thing or two from incarceration and his own defeat as he smirked upon hearing the both of them talk.


“I would be glad to explain it all to you...once you've joined me,” he said in a rather sinister and smug tone as he went on to look at Sly, the oddly-appealing yet still weird genie going on to look upon the one he/she certainly called master right now. The veil, the hair, the bedlah, all of it nearly identical to what Carmelita had worn back in ancient Arabia and yet...also more. The long braid was a bit more lush and glimmering, the top a bit more worked on, it was akin to an evolution of the bedlah which did suit that beauty that neither could forget was actually their friend Sly. Both Bentley and Murray recognized it, as they had indeed admired the short amount of time the interpol officer wore it due to the vixen being rather comely in that getup, not that they'd admit it openly to either Sly or her. “Genie, I wish for them both to become very loyal, devoted and obedient member of the new Paradox Gang!”


“As you wish, my master,” Sly went on to say as even his voice went on to change to something pleasant, smooth and feminine. Yet as he went on to charge his magic and was about to unleash his spell, Bentley tried to think of something fast, anything. They had dealt and even employed magic in the past through trinkets, doodads and technology. It was but a source of energy like any other, with limitations, conduits and so forth. Yet as clever and quick-witted as the turtle was, it wouldn't prove enough to formulate a counter-attack or even argument as Sly went on to glow, clasped his palms together above his head and then spoke in a way that reverberated through reality itself. “Gaze upon me as this wish shall affect you two.”


Reality distorted, their own mind tricking them with impulse to watch as they were under the effect of a most powerful spell. Both had indeed witnessed and even analyzed what magic could achieve, yet seldom had they been actually the intended target as the figure of their friend turned into an admittedly sexy djinn became all they could see. It would almost be nice if it weren't for the fact that they knew who he was and what Sly was supposed to look like, yet as the raccoon genie went on to sway those wider hips, something shifted. Each apex of those arcs, of that smooth and repetitive motion was accompanied with a pulsation, one they felt both in the environment and in tremors within their own soul and mind. It nurtured the idea that Sly was rather good-looking like that, feeding the perception that she was attractive.


“Uhhhh...Bentley?” Murray began to say, not bothering to whisper as whenever he was confused either Sly or his turtle pal would correct him, an reflex on his end. Yet now neither would give him an answer as Bentley was just as affected as Murray was. The hippo had indeed been hypnotized before, for this was exactly the intended result of that dance. The Contessa had somewhat made him fall in a trance, feeding him suggestions yet this was much more potent than that. This was no slow-burn but rather an expeditive and yet blissful one-way ticket to blissful and mindless lethargy and as much as a small part of himself thought this was wrong...it just felt so right.


“You want to belong to someone who respects your qualities and that will allow you to take the next step in your life.”


This was indeed a point that had been rendered moot, yet awakened again partially that Bentley thought he had put to rest...and yet Sly had gone on to resurrect it again: being valued. It was indeed the Cooper Gang and he wasn't the leader, merely a cog even though it was his plans, intel and technological know-how that made everything possible. He had laid to rest this ego, yet then again he could perhaps be greater if someone gave him the right push. The way Penelope had thought like this, even though she betrayed them all, had bruised him mentally and this was the element that made him unfortunately much more receptible to what the genie was saying.


“You can respect someone with ambition and means. You want to be part of the winning team.”


Neither of them had ever thought of their heists quite like this, but the hypnotic spell gained in potency the further they stared and they didn't even know how long they had been doing so. The repetitive motion of hip-swaying from this mesmerizing djinn had made them lost themselves into this pattern, as simplistic as it was. Yet as the pulsations continued, some belly flutters and rolls went on to accompany this entire induction as waves of euphoria washed over them. Soon did they not only mimic the spirals in Sly's eyes...but the colors of the genie's vestments accompanied them. Pink alongside blue and gold, swirling endlessly, drilling deep into their psyche.


“You can trust me as I'm your friend, your ally, someone you love very much. Always together, never apart...so you want to join me in this new gang.”


The dance became faster, surroundings melting into goop that was manipulated and then shifted into spirals as the pulsations went on to quicken too. The arc never lowered its width, speed merely increasing as those hips sang while the undulations actually were joined with slight hip twists, cocked forward and then following the motions in a somewhat-continuous figure-eight loop. Sly had never danced baladi before, but judging by how well she was doing so one could believe she had done so all her life. Already did paradigms aligns, perceptions shifted as both benevolent thieves were seeing their own memories stolen and altered by this impossible magic.


“The world, the universe, time will be ours to pilfer as we'll serve the rightful mind of one with the proper ambition, plan and prestige for us to be even better...Master Le Paradox.”


At this point, the sways and the complexity of the dance along with its own fast disposition separated the messages for both Bentley and Murray. For the turtle, the call of a challenge, the idea to be valued, to visit moments and place of historical importance were very tempting indeed and as he went on to be swayed and seduced by Sly herself. The belly dance being his own plan to begin with when they were with Carmelita back in ancient Arabia, he had a certain weakness about it that she exploited expertly as the brainwashed genie was hypnotizing her ancient partner with style and sensuality.


Murray, on the other end, was much simpler though also prone to bouts of complicated feelings and thoughts. He didn't want to be separated from either Bentley or Sly and this would ensure that they wouldn't. Le Paradox would ensure that they'd be together forever and that they'd even sample the best food from various epochs. A new van, maybe even a jet, a helicopter and various other vehicles and then Murray was as charmed and mind-controlled as his other partners as eventually one sound would snap them out of it into a whole new world of personal cognition.


SNAP!


“We almost lost you there, you two. Was my explanation boring to you?” Le Paradox said, going for a fake-out, in-media-res as if they had been dozing off, losing focus. In a way, they had been though as the spirals in their eyes faded away, their senses regained and reality claiming them both anew, both ex-members of the Cooper Gang. “Sigh...do you need me to go at it again?”


“Uuuuh...sure. Sorry about dozing off, boss!” Murray said, the weaker mind and the first to actually agree to this new perception of the self and the world. His voice sincere, his body language legitimate in how sorry he was and how he'd try to listen from now on.


“It has been a long day. I do apologize if you need to repeat it for us, sir,” Bentley added, the only one that Le Paradox might have been wary of given his sheer intellect...yet even being smart did not protect someone from a genie's wish it seemed.


“Alright, now stop gawking at the gorgeous genie and hear how I got myself out of this mess. It's a glorious tale which started like this...” Le Paradox began as indeed did he indulge in a monologue, one his two once-opponents, now minions and basically slaves went on to partake in. His explanation was long-winded, extravagant, something that could have been summarized in two minutes yet was extended to 30 instead. With Sly in his possession as a genie and now the rest of the Cooper Gang at his mercy, Le Paradox would indeed make a splash once again in the world of counterfeit, thievery and crime as today would be the dawn of something magnificent indeed.


The birth of the new Paradox Gang.