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*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

I do love Carmelita, but one should not forget about Sly.

This is the result of some brainstorming with a friend, an idea which became somewhat irresistible for Sly Cooper to go on and try to steal something that he maybe either shouldn't touch...or try to obtain in more legitimate ways. It was fun, to be sure, and my other friend HornedRam made a quick doodle about it, then colored it and here we are!

So how come Sly is like this? Read on and find out!

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DJINNIUS RACOONUS

Sly wanted to be the greatest of the Cooper Clan.

Things had been hard for him, with losing his parents, the Thievus Racoonus getting stolen, his family's nemesis Clockwerk going after him, a portion of the Cooper Vault being crushed as he tried to defend it...it was an uphill battle to be sure, but in the end he was certain his ancestors would look kindly upon him for he had amassed much and had been a force for good along the way. His was still the way his family and lineage acted upon, that of thievery against tyrants and despots, against the cruel and the evil ones in the world. Still, as happy-go-lucky as he could be at times, as confident he was, some of his mistakes did weigh on him and he wanted to correct them.

Thus why he had gone to one of the secret stash of one of his ancestor, Salim al-Kupar. The man, even in his old age, carried a magic lamp which possessed incredible abilities, legends had it that it housed a genie who could grant wishes. During conversation with him, Sly had indeed learned that Salim had managed to get it from an ancient cave, a temple to a forgotten goddess in the middle of the desert, one in which many trials had awaited him. He never did say if he did use those wishes or what the genie looked like, yet the fact that he couldn't take it into the vault for it would return to its point of origin once he'd pass away made Sly believe that he could perhaps go for it...and restore everything that had been wrecked, destroyed or downright misplaced. His parents were gone, that much could not be returned...but the rest would be mended as the Cooper Gang went on the prowl for such a precious artifact. Murray driving to all the places, Bentley studying maps and old legends, all to make sure they'd get perhaps the most prized treasure of them all.

In the end, Bentley did find an oddity when comparing old maps from folk tales to official ones, resulting in one oasis that wasn't actually represented anywhere else. Thus did they trek there and went on not only to see that the little haven amidst the sand was real...but that there was a passage below that could lead to the temple which Salim had spoken about. The many effigies of the magic lamp were indicative enough that this was the place as it was now Sly's time to shine as he ventured deep below the ground, where he'd grab the lamp and those wishes in the name of the Cooper Clan and the Cooper Gang all at once. Perhaps Bentley could regain his legs and whatever Murray would wish for had to be worth the trouble as he went to a place whose torches lit up as if per magic whenever he stepped further, despite trying to be stealthy. This was most definitely the place.

The trials in themselves were puzzles, enigmas written in ancient language with some of the writing actually covered either in dust or partially removed due to the passage of time. He tried to take pictures of some of them to send to Bentley for assistance, but not only was the network bad, even their own, but the door closed behind him as he would be freed either due to success...or colossal failure. Possibly death. He was on his own now, that much was obvious. As he tried to piece things together, to use reason, logic and analysis, he attempted to solve some kind of puzzle with pawns upon a board. Like chess, but with different kind of figures and a most irregular board. No matter how much he tried, however, he couldn't exactly figure it out as this frustrated him, only for him to look around as a crack near the closed door to the next room could be found. It would be a tight fit, but it seemed like the passage of time wasn't just an hindrance, but an ally as well.

“Sorry, but chess was never my forte,” Sly said in a mostly smug, yet slightly apologetic way as he just went to the next room. He was a thief after all, not playing but conventional rules as he went to the next one hoping it would be something easier. It was something about pressure plates, water, urns and...beads? He couldn't make heads or tail out of this one as he did try, but there was a mechanism there linked to a chain and the door, some kind of weight ratio and yet the more he tried, the less it made sense to him. Yet the chain was a bit rusty and he did have small pliers in his tools, which he used as this did the trick somehow, the puzzle damaged and the entire chain holding things sliding away as the door opened itself. “One more point for the Cooper Gang!”

Thus did Sly go forth with every single puzzles that he found, going on to find a way to avoid or downright play things his way as either he found a hole in the wall or a way to just mess around with the door itself, or damaged mechanisms that time had not been kind to. He progressed well, until he went on to find the actual object that he had been looking for: the magic lamp. In contrast of everything worn down and dusty, its golden appearance was pristine, the gilded exterior of this object being polished and downright beautiful, its handle just a bit curvaceous and extravagant as Sly went closer to it, a smirk on his face. Salim had indeed played things by the rules, obtained it, but he had to be the first to basically sneak his way into this room as he began to think about how best to vocalize his own wish. Yet as he went on to put his hand upon the object, a whiff of smoke poured out as the object turned to point the spout at him, resulting in this little puff of gas going all over his face.

Thinking himself smart, and he actually was on many occasions, Sly thought himself free to claim his prize, yet the temple and the inherent magic, the innate will animating the place, thought differently. He had indeed cheated, accomplished none of the tasks or challenges and someone with such a lack of scrupples could not be handed the magic lamp. Its current denizen, a being unknown, had been freed to move on to the next plane of life, as the smoke that Sly inhaled made him feel woozy and dizzy. As if drugged, things began to rock back and forth, swaying as before he could even fall to the ground while his strength left him, something stopped him completely and made him float above the ground. It was time for his punishment for his transgression as by now Sly was helpless despite his attempts to focus and to move his limbs.

He had been in tough spots before, yet thanks to his cunning and his ability to analyze the situation he ever did manage to free himself one way or another. This mind of his, however, would soon be rendered null as the lamp went on to glow and then emit spirals that at first were transparent and ethereal, yet seemed to grow more opaque and potent the more he stared. This was hypnosis, much like that of the Contessa, only backed by powerful magic as even though he could steel his will and resolve, it ate away at his thoughts as the magic that kept him floating, now helped with tendrils of smoke, went on to wrap around his wrists and ankles in order to better position him. His face closer to the lamp, especially given that it too began to float near his eyes, it soon became overwhelming as his eyes unwittingly began to reflect the many shades of gold that spiraled and syphoned his spirit.

Rendered helpless, docile in a way, the lamp went on to then pour some more smoke which would soon partially cover the thief, this cheater who thought itself smarter than many. The first thing the smoke did was press upon his clothes, that tight shirt, those gloves, his small scarf, his hat and boots all went away, dissolved as if consumed by the smoke itself until only his furred and naked self could be seen. Unaware of this lack of clothing, all that Sly could do was focus on the lamp which seemed to grow not just in importance and beauty but in literal size as well. Without the proper wits to come to the conclusion that this was merely an illusion, he did believe that it was towering over him now, glistening in an terrible and yet utterly sublime manner as his trance only deepened right here and then. The only thing that remained was his mask, for the lamp hadn't realized it was an accessory, mistaking it for his natural face given his species.

As Sly's mouth went slack, fascination occupying his every thoughts, his stance relaxed as the next step was the smoke coiling around him akin to many serpents, massaging and rubbing against his fur and flesh. It felt warm, good even, like a lover's touch more than an aggression as it made him shiver, a small smile creeping up on his visage as what the smoke did was very simple: it sculpted him anew. His frame, his shape, was not to its liking as the will behind the lamp, behind this entire ordeal, wanted something else. The lean physique was certainly accommodating, but what it wanted was less athletics, more beauty as it rubbed and frotted his sides to build something much more befitting its vision: an hourglass figure. It pressed upon his waist, belly and hips ratio to fine-tune it, to create curves that would befit a much more alluring kind of person.

It felt immensely good as his body felt like putty, relaxed beyond belief. Sly was trapped in bliss, cooing very softly as if his restraint and pride had been set aside for now. It didn't matter if it seemed weak, if he was in a bad situation, for he didn't even realize it. His mind was full of the colossal lamp and its gorgeous spirals as his belly went on to get taut, flat even and his hips went wider still. Sublime curves were pushed down and up, leaving room for the excess flesh to be transmuted into something else as his thighs, his rear and his torso were receiving a somewhat similar treatment right now. Warmth, volcanic and yet pleasant, coursed through him as a moan escaped from his lips until a different tone, stranger to him, still was pushed through his own vocal chords: that of a woman.

His crotch was carefully pressed by the smoke, by the lamp's manipulation. It went inside and was covered as much of the muscles, of the mass, was converted to other assets. While not as muscular as Murray, he was still athletic and agile, which meant that there was room to work with as his torso began to expand. Two mounds, soft and yet firm, went on to expand in his upper abdomen, further removing fat from his lower abdomen so that he'd be more and more feminine as his rear and his fur became more refined. Soft features, his cheeks a bit smaller, his snout more delicate, his jaw and maw leaner as his hair began to expand a bit to go for a new look, an experiment that paid off for the lamp as it went all the way to turn into a long braid just as those two became rounder, smoother. From a meager thief to a fine-looking woman, yet this was but the first step as now the smoke went on to penetrate his nostrils, his mouth, his ears in order to directly access his mind and memories. It needed information and ideas for what she would wear, after all.

There were a few examples to take, to observe and even admire, but none as brilliant and perfect as this memory from the past. A woman, a partner, rival, lover...a vixen who wore a bedlah of various purple colors, with a facial veil, a headdress, primal yet deep colors alongside bells and coins. It was magnificent and that racoon very much agreed as this ensemble had left a major impression upon its psyche. This was the most apt choice, the clothes that had been disassembled used in raw material to weave and sew a new costume. The blue top, low-hanging to showcase that alluring torso, the sash with bells and coins around those considerable hips, the midriff left well alone for it looked enticing on its own, blue pantaloons and a facial veil of the same colors with golden edges.

It stretched and then adjusted itself to cover this nudity, making that thief look like a most appealing harem girl, those vestments suiting her magnificently. However, one last step had to be taken as the smoke went on to swirl and expand, covering Sly in a vortex which crackled with energy. The spirals grew more aggressive, faster and bigger as the colossal lamp glistened and called to her. Her understanding of her own self had begun to change already, her brain rewired to not only accept this but assimilate even further information. A thorough brainwashing as Sly went on to feel her head empty out yet not in an unpleasant way. All turmoil, ambition, doubt were wiped away in favor of utmost simplicity as the small vortex, this whirlwind of smoke, coalesced around her ankles as her feet began to merge together...and then her lower legs followed suit.

She was weightless, filled with energy as her spiraling eyes and her smile could not be any brighter, anymore obvious in her own euphoric lethargy. The hypnotic trance claimed all that she was as eventually her thighs went on to fuse together until her legs were nothing more than a long tail of smoke, a deep blue connecting her to the lamp as it began to suck her away from this world. She spun, not just physically but mentally as well, the mesmerizing ecstasy rendering her helpless yet happy making it so each inches that were claimed by the lamp felt as joyful and pleasurable as the last, exponentially so even. She knew what she was turning into, what she was about to be.

A genie.

Her rear and hips clashed against the spout, a bit too large yet with some effort she slid in as if oiled as her entire upper body as beginning to compress itself, turning extremely malleable as if semi-solid by now. Her chest was the next step that required some more suction as her arms were well above her head, her palms clasped together as if she were about to dance until all that she was in this more mundane, physical world was absorbed by the lamp as Sly Cooper was no more...or rather, the basic idea of Sly Cooper was no longer present, no longer a reality. Whatever remained was within the lamp now as punishment for trying to cheat in these sacred trials. Housed within the lamp now, taught near-instantaneously about the duties and obligations of captured genies, Sly was a different person now as whoever rubbed the lamp would claim her as a servant, as someone to grant wishes to. Whoever would claim the lamp and rub her vessel would own her, would command her, and as a genie...

She would happily obey.

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*

I do love Carmelita, but one should not forget about Sly.

This is the result of some brainstorming with a friend, an idea which became somewhat irresistible for Sly Cooper to go on and try to steal something that he maybe either shouldn't touch...or try to obtain in more legitimate ways. It was fun, to be sure, and my other friend HornedRam made a quick doodle about it, then colored it and here we are!

So how come Sly is like this? Read on and find out!

* * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

DJINNIUS RACOONUS

Sly wanted to be the greatest of the Cooper Clan.

Things had been hard for him, with losing his parents, the Thievus Racoonus getting stolen, his family's nemesis Clockwerk going after him, a portion of the Cooper Vault being crushed as he tried to defend it...it was an uphill battle to be sure, but in the end he was certain his ancestors would look kindly upon him for he had amassed much and had been a force for good along the way. His was still the way his family and lineage acted upon, that of thievery against tyrants and despots, against the cruel and the evil ones in the world. Still, as happy-go-lucky as he could be at times, as confident he was, some of his mistakes did weigh on him and he wanted to correct them.

Thus why he had gone to one of the secret stash of one of his ancestor, Salim al-Kupar. The man, even in his old age, carried a magic lamp which possessed incredible abilities, legends had it that it housed a genie who could grant wishes. During conversation with him, Sly had indeed learned that Salim had managed to get it from an ancient cave, a temple to a forgotten goddess in the middle of the desert, one in which many trials had awaited him. He never did say if he did use those wishes or what the genie looked like, yet the fact that he couldn't take it into the vault for it would return to its point of origin once he'd pass away made Sly believe that he could perhaps go for it...and restore everything that had been wrecked, destroyed or downright misplaced. His parents were gone, that much could not be returned...but the rest would be mended as the Cooper Gang went on the prowl for such a precious artifact. Murray driving to all the places, Bentley studying maps and old legends, all to make sure they'd get perhaps the most prized treasure of them all.

In the end, Bentley did find an oddity when comparing old maps from folk tales to official ones, resulting in one oasis that wasn't actually represented anywhere else. Thus did they trek there and went on not only to see that the little haven amidst the sand was real...but that there was a passage below that could lead to the temple which Salim had spoken about. The many effigies of the magic lamp were indicative enough that this was the place as it was now Sly's time to shine as he ventured deep below the ground, where he'd grab the lamp and those wishes in the name of the Cooper Clan and the Cooper Gang all at once. Perhaps Bentley could regain his legs and whatever Murray would wish for had to be worth the trouble as he went to a place whose torches lit up as if per magic whenever he stepped further, despite trying to be stealthy. This was most definitely the place.

The trials in themselves were puzzles, enigmas written in ancient language with some of the writing actually covered either in dust or partially removed due to the passage of time. He tried to take pictures of some of them to send to Bentley for assistance, but not only was the network bad, even their own, but the door closed behind him as he would be freed either due to success...or colossal failure. Possibly death. He was on his own now, that much was obvious. As he tried to piece things together, to use reason, logic and analysis, he attempted to solve some kind of puzzle with pawns upon a board. Like chess, but with different kind of figures and a most irregular board. No matter how much he tried, however, he couldn't exactly figure it out as this frustrated him, only for him to look around as a crack near the closed door to the next room could be found. It would be a tight fit, but it seemed like the passage of time wasn't just an hindrance, but an ally as well.

“Sorry, but chess was never my forte,” Sly said in a mostly smug, yet slightly apologetic way as he just went to the next room. He was a thief after all, not playing but conventional rules as he went to the next one hoping it would be something easier. It was something about pressure plates, water, urns and...beads? He couldn't make heads or tail out of this one as he did try, but there was a mechanism there linked to a chain and the door, some kind of weight ratio and yet the more he tried, the less it made sense to him. Yet the chain was a bit rusty and he did have small pliers in his tools, which he used as this did the trick somehow, the puzzle damaged and the entire chain holding things sliding away as the door opened itself. “One more point for the Cooper Gang!”

Thus did Sly go forth with every single puzzles that he found, going on to find a way to avoid or downright play things his way as either he found a hole in the wall or a way to just mess around with the door itself, or damaged mechanisms that time had not been kind to. He progressed well, until he went on to find the actual object that he had been looking for: the magic lamp. In contrast of everything worn down and dusty, its golden appearance was pristine, the gilded exterior of this object being polished and downright beautiful, its handle just a bit curvaceous and extravagant as Sly went closer to it, a smirk on his face. Salim had indeed played things by the rules, obtained it, but he had to be the first to basically sneak his way into this room as he began to think about how best to vocalize his own wish. Yet as he went on to put his hand upon the object, a whiff of smoke poured out as the object turned to point the spout at him, resulting in this little puff of gas going all over his face.

Thinking himself smart, and he actually was on many occasions, Sly thought himself free to claim his prize, yet the temple and the inherent magic, the innate will animating the place, thought differently. He had indeed cheated, accomplished none of the tasks or challenges and someone with such a lack of scrupples could not be handed the magic lamp. Its current denizen, a being unknown, had been freed to move on to the next plane of life, as the smoke that Sly inhaled made him feel woozy and dizzy. As if drugged, things began to rock back and forth, swaying as before he could even fall to the ground while his strength left him, something stopped him completely and made him float above the ground. It was time for his punishment for his transgression as by now Sly was helpless despite his attempts to focus and to move his limbs.

He had been in tough spots before, yet thanks to his cunning and his ability to analyze the situation he ever did manage to free himself one way or another. This mind of his, however, would soon be rendered null as the lamp went on to glow and then emit spirals that at first were transparent and ethereal, yet seemed to grow more opaque and potent the more he stared. This was hypnosis, much like that of the Contessa, only backed by powerful magic as even though he could steel his will and resolve, it ate away at his thoughts as the magic that kept him floating, now helped with tendrils of smoke, went on to wrap around his wrists and ankles in order to better position him. His face closer to the lamp, especially given that it too began to float near his eyes, it soon became overwhelming as his eyes unwittingly began to reflect the many shades of gold that spiraled and syphoned his spirit.

Rendered helpless, docile in a way, the lamp went on to then pour some more smoke which would soon partially cover the thief, this cheater who thought itself smarter than many. The first thing the smoke did was press upon his clothes, that tight shirt, those gloves, his small scarf, his hat and boots all went away, dissolved as if consumed by the smoke itself until only his furred and naked self could be seen. Unaware of this lack of clothing, all that Sly could do was focus on the lamp which seemed to grow not just in importance and beauty but in literal size as well. Without the proper wits to come to the conclusion that this was merely an illusion, he did believe that it was towering over him now, glistening in an terrible and yet utterly sublime manner as his trance only deepened right here and then. The only thing that remained was his mask, for the lamp hadn't realized it was an accessory, mistaking it for his natural face given his species.

As Sly's mouth went slack, fascination occupying his every thoughts, his stance relaxed as the next step was the smoke coiling around him akin to many serpents, massaging and rubbing against his fur and flesh. It felt warm, good even, like a lover's touch more than an aggression as it made him shiver, a small smile creeping up on his visage as what the smoke did was very simple: it sculpted him anew. His frame, his shape, was not to its liking as the will behind the lamp, behind this entire ordeal, wanted something else. The lean physique was certainly accommodating, but what it wanted was less athletics, more beauty as it rubbed and frotted his sides to build something much more befitting its vision: an hourglass figure. It pressed upon his waist, belly and hips ratio to fine-tune it, to create curves that would befit a much more alluring kind of person.

It felt immensely good as his body felt like putty, relaxed beyond belief. Sly was trapped in bliss, cooing very softly as if his restraint and pride had been set aside for now. It didn't matter if it seemed weak, if he was in a bad situation, for he didn't even realize it. His mind was full of the colossal lamp and its gorgeous spirals as his belly went on to get taut, flat even and his hips went wider still. Sublime curves were pushed down and up, leaving room for the excess flesh to be transmuted into something else as his thighs, his rear and his torso were receiving a somewhat similar treatment right now. Warmth, volcanic and yet pleasant, coursed through him as a moan escaped from his lips until a different tone, stranger to him, still was pushed through his own vocal chords: that of a woman.

His crotch was carefully pressed by the smoke, by the lamp's manipulation. It went inside and was covered as much of the muscles, of the mass, was converted to other assets. While not as muscular as Murray, he was still athletic and agile, which meant that there was room to work with as his torso began to expand. Two mounds, soft and yet firm, went on to expand in his upper abdomen, further removing fat from his lower abdomen so that he'd be more and more feminine as his rear and his fur became more refined. Soft features, his cheeks a bit smaller, his snout more delicate, his jaw and maw leaner as his hair began to expand a bit to go for a new look, an experiment that paid off for the lamp as it went all the way to turn into a long braid just as those two became rounder, smoother. From a meager thief to a fine-looking woman, yet this was but the first step as now the smoke went on to penetrate his nostrils, his mouth, his ears in order to directly access his mind and memories. It needed information and ideas for what she would wear, after all.

There were a few examples to take, to observe and even admire, but none as brilliant and perfect as this memory from the past. A woman, a partner, rival, lover...a vixen who wore a bedlah of various purple colors, with a facial veil, a headdress, primal yet deep colors alongside bells and coins. It was magnificent and that racoon very much agreed as this ensemble had left a major impression upon its psyche. This was the most apt choice, the clothes that had been disassembled used in raw material to weave and sew a new costume. The blue top, low-hanging to showcase that alluring torso, the sash with bells and coins around those considerable hips, the midriff left well alone for it looked enticing on its own, blue pantaloons and a facial veil of the same colors with golden edges.

It stretched and then adjusted itself to cover this nudity, making that thief look like a most appealing harem girl, those vestments suiting her magnificently. However, one last step had to be taken as the smoke went on to swirl and expand, covering Sly in a vortex which crackled with energy. The spirals grew more aggressive, faster and bigger as the colossal lamp glistened and called to her. Her understanding of her own self had begun to change already, her brain rewired to not only accept this but assimilate even further information. A thorough brainwashing as Sly went on to feel her head empty out yet not in an unpleasant way. All turmoil, ambition, doubt were wiped away in favor of utmost simplicity as the small vortex, this whirlwind of smoke, coalesced around her ankles as her feet began to merge together...and then her lower legs followed suit.

She was weightless, filled with energy as her spiraling eyes and her smile could not be any brighter, anymore obvious in her own euphoric lethargy. The hypnotic trance claimed all that she was as eventually her thighs went on to fuse together until her legs were nothing more than a long tail of smoke, a deep blue connecting her to the lamp as it began to suck her away from this world. She spun, not just physically but mentally as well, the mesmerizing ecstasy rendering her helpless yet happy making it so each inches that were claimed by the lamp felt as joyful and pleasurable as the last, exponentially so even. She knew what she was turning into, what she was about to be.

A genie.

Her rear and hips clashed against the spout, a bit too large yet with some effort she slid in as if oiled as her entire upper body as beginning to compress itself, turning extremely malleable as if semi-solid by now. Her chest was the next step that required some more suction as her arms were well above her head, her palms clasped together as if she were about to dance until all that she was in this more mundane, physical world was absorbed by the lamp as Sly Cooper was no more...or rather, the basic idea of Sly Cooper was no longer present, no longer a reality. Whatever remained was within the lamp now as punishment for trying to cheat in these sacred trials. Housed within the lamp now, taught near-instantaneously about the duties and obligations of captured genies, Sly was a different person now as whoever rubbed the lamp would claim her as a servant, as someone to grant wishes to. Whoever would claim the lamp and rub her vessel would own her, would command her, and as a genie...

She would happily obey.