"You Sly Raccoon..." Sly Cooper x Male Reader (turn into a girl) Gay Love

A Fox and a Raccoon

Y/n's eyes fluttered open when she(he) felt soft rumbling beneath her, meaning the van was moving, and warmth centered around her(his) back. But she(he) was suddenly confused when she(he) felt warmth around her(his) waist. She(He) lifted the blankets covering her and Y/n's face lit up with red when she(he) saw her(his) tank top was lifted up a bit, revealing her(his) (S/c) belly. Y/n remembered Sly was behind her(him) and saw his arms around her(his) waist, snuck up under her(his) tight tank top. She(He) bit her(his) lip and pulled her(his) shirt down over Sly's arms, though it didn't really go down as much as she(he) wanted it to and merely sighed, knowing she'd(he'd) have to wait until he either woke up or moved.

"He's impossible to wake up, I'd assume?" She(He) asked aloud.

"You would be assuming correctly." Bentley answered from the passenger seat.

"Figures... Damn ringtail..."

"I heard that, kitten..."

"You were supposed to, N/n." Y/n replied back to Sly's comment.

"Correction, you're the girl, I'm a raccoon..."

"It's called sarcasm, Sly... Now if you would be so kind as to get your paws out of my shirt, I won't have to elbow you in the ribs again."

Sly smirked, his eyes still shut as he pulled her(him) closer to his body. "Nah, I'm good. I like it down here."

She(He) sighed. "I hate you..."

"No you don't." He replied, snuggling into the back of her(his) neck as she(he) blushed slightly.

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A few hours had passed and Sly had finally gotten up, allowing Y/n to get up and pull her shirt down. But it didn't last long as a siren was heard behind them. "Guys! We've got a problem! Carmelita is behind us!" Murray shouted from the front.

"Shit!" Sly said.

Ripping his tank top over his head, Sly tossed the shirt so it landed in Y/n's face, preventing her(her) from seeing him as he quickly finished undressing before pulling his shorts on. His gloves and boots came next before attaching his belt and grappling gun, her cane at hand. After he had finished dressing, Sly grabbed his mask and in his pouch since he wouldn't have the time to put it up as was Y/n just now taking the shirt off her(his) face to see the raccoon fully clothed.

"Wow, That was fast." She(He) shocked, Sly putting his mask on.

"I'm going outside, keep an eye on her for a second." He said before climbing out one of the windows and seating him on the edge.

Suddenly, a certain orange fox jumped off of her police bike and onto the top of the van, Sly looking over with a smirk. "Ms. Fox, a pleasure to see your lovely face again. I'd say I missed you, but then I'd be lying." He chuckled.

"Shut up, thief. What the hell are you doing with Y/n?"

"You mean the new girl? Oh, nothing much, just lending a hand, that's all." He smirked.

Carmelita growled, baring her teeth. "Oh, settle down, we didn't do anything; it was raining and we had nowhere to sleep."

"Bullshit." Carmelita hissed.

Sly chuckled as he swung his legs up into the van, getting to his feet. He slowly began to walk towards Carmelita, causing her to take a step back. "You know, Carmelita..." He spun the blade several times as she continued, "...there's a name for high-strung cops like them, and it's called an annoying bitch." He spat the last part.

"And there's a word for no good thieves like you, it's called a swindling whore."

Sly chuckled. "Cute, but if that's the best you can do, I'm not impressed. Now my question for you, Ms. Fox, is how in the hell did you manage to find Y/n?"