Furry-Within

WARNING: The following Scenes may contain stuffs of a rape like nature, including rape. You've been warned.



*he sat with the lights off. He liked to think in the dark. Less distractions like light, color, and depth perception to bother the mind with. Let him set a basis to which he could start off with, a clean black slate to write upon plans that he had been only giving a passing thought till of late. He had his hands busy, finding it easy to think as well as he went over a few memorized motions. The soft clicking of metal against metal as he disassembled his gun. The revolver would be taken apart and put back together repeatedly. Giving it a loud smack on the revolving chambers, slapping it in place and spinning the chambers as well. He would let it spin for a few times before stopping it with his paw. And restarting the whole dis-assembly and reassembly all over again. Muttering to himself softly as he went through ideas* "Forty pounds of Black powder...Dozen boxes of nails...need to sneak on the base for some military grade C4...some large fireworks..." *he snaps the revolver back, eyes trained on the pitch black wall between the windows. Sitting on a pile of books he had set up as a seat. Sitting completely still, even his breath was held. He slowly sets the revolver down on his dresser drawer. Standing up as he looks down, seeing one of the books had fallen from the chaotic stack. He casually leans down, picking it up. He stares at it for a few seconds, before standing up and cocking his arm back with the book in hand* "Never liked Steven King..." *hurling the book at the wall, the hard cover smashing against the wall with enough force to make a considerable opening into it. The book finding a new home in that hole as the sloth sat down again. Looking to the wall for a minute as his breathing went shallow, unmoving as his lips began to mutter again* "When the emergency crews arrive, eliminate them with a secondary explosion in two separate places at two separate times. Leaving the venue for me to escape...while I find a..." *a sudden knock at the door had him blink, turning slowly to it as he rises from the books. He steps carefully across the broken glass, shattered wood, and strewn clothing and unstacked books. He looks out the peep hole to see who had bothered him. His paw reaching behind him as he wraps claws around the hilt of his knife. Making sure it was still there, and finding that grace of luck more then enough for himself* "Who is it~?" *he asks softly, yet kindly. Very similar to how the sloth would normally ask that same question*

"Goddammit!" Marissa yelled as another projectile slammed against the wall, waking her as she nearly fell asleep. It was hard enough switching her sleep schedule around her work but now she had to contend with this! Frustrated she yanked the covers off discarding them on the bed. She sat upright then slid her feet into the rubber-soled slippers near the side of her bed. "Not today fuckwad, I've got way too much shit on my plate already." She mumbled to herself, slipping on her robe, and pulling it across her chest to cover her pajamas.

A paw lifted to her eyes, it rubbed at the weary things to remove what little sleep she had from them in an attempt to focus as she slowly walked to the door. "This has got to stop..." And with that thought in mind she decided upon a course of action, probably not the best thing to do when she was agitated and low on sleep, but then again she hadn't been making a lot of good choices lately anyway.

She started second guessing herself, wondering if maybe she should let it go like she did the last time, and just go bury her head in her pillow. She was new to the building and didn't really want to cause any problems for her neighbor, even though he was sure as hell making it difficult at times for her. She paused for a moment reminding herself that if she didn't say something he wouldn't know there was a problem.

With a renewed sense of conviction she reached out and grabbed the handle of her door, opened it and crossed the few short feet to her neighbors apartment.  She reached a paw upward and rapped on his door with her knuckles. She didn't hear much of anything moving around at first, her ears perked to catch any sounds from within. Impatiently she lifted her paw once more, transformed it into a fist and pounded a bit louder, hoping to garner his attention.

She was a bit surprised at the sound of his serene voice, her head tipping to the side a bit as he spoke, muffled by the thickness of the door. "It's Marissa... you're neighbor. Open up we need to talk!"  The raccoon responded her arms crossed over her chest, while her foot tapped on the floor awaiting a response.

*he didn't think long before he opened the door, his paw moving away from the knife and covering it with his shirt. It hid easily in the baggy clothing. His paw raised to his face, brushing back his head fur, and a dismayed look in his eyes that had suddenly come across a moment before he opened the door*

"I-I..." *he sighed softly* "I'm sorry..." *the voice was tired sounding, broken in some places by a quivering pant* "I didn't wake you did I?"

*his face now looked concerned for her, paw resting on the door as it was crept open a little wider. The chaotic room lit up by the hallway light. Though he made sure to note that the dresser was behind the door, out of sight. Especially with his pistol on the top of it*

"I'll be quiet for the rest of the night Ms..." *he looked down, almost as if he was a dog ashamed of being found for doing something wrong. He was quite the pitiful sight as he fidgets his foot. He left her name out, searching in his mind for it and finding it nowhere.* She must be the new tenant that arrived of late. Guess the sloth didn't have time to get her name. I best see where I can get with this.

The face that greeted him at the door was not a pleasant one. She glared at him, her eyes full of scorn and contempt as he tried to be polite.

"Sorry? Sorry isn't gong to cut it anymore?" She tightened her arms about her waist as her robe slipped open at the top. Her expression hardened when he pointed out the obvious though. It was evident that she had been sleeping; she was in her nightclothes. Stunned that he would ask such a question she gave him her best "what the fuck do you think look." She reminded herself that while he appeared sedate on the outside, he was capable of much worse, the state of his domicile clearly reflecting the fact.  Marissa wasn't one to invade anothers privacy, she valued her own too much but it was hard not to notice that almost everything within her field of view was demolished.

She cut him off short, having no desire at the moment to listen to his words. "That's not good enough. If you don't knock it the fuck off I'm calling the cops." She warned him the tone of her voice letting him know she wasn't joking.

*he nods humbly, and looks up to her. Minding not her cleavage as it was shown to him. His eyes looked up to her's as he spoke* "I know I shouldn't be asking for this...but what is your name?"

Heh, of course she isn't happy. I woke her up, silly cunt. I could take that pretty little of head of yours, and twist it till I wouldn't need a knife. I'm a patient man at least there. Though...to shut your yammering mouth. I'm tempted to break it, just below the left side of your jaw. Shattering the teeth into your gum, and waiting for you to choke on your own blood.

*he moved his hand from the door, the one had opened it. It was still out of sight, reaching for something on top of his dresser. Though it wasn't the revolver. No, it was much more slim then that, and had a finer point then his knife. And a plunger to boot. Giving a squeeze, he felt the moisture dampen a spot on his shorts. He had gotten the air out of the needle without doing anything more then shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of an angry woman*

She shifted her feet when his gaze met her own. There was something wrong with him, it showed in his eyes. She had been told that the eyes were the windows to the soul but never before had it been so prominent . She wasn't sure what to make of him, one minute he was hurling object across the room, the next he was a polite neighbor endeavoring to please her.

Her head tipped to the side, a bit confused by his question. She had just disclosed that information prior to him opening the door. Was he high on something? That would explain the drastic mood swings, the filthy state of his residence and all the loud noise. Hesitantly she spoke her reply "Marissa, your neighbor in 101." She hoped her answer would remain in his mind long enough to absorb it. She hated repeating herself, and was loathe to do it again.

She shifted her eyes upward to meet his; he stood almost a head taller than her.  She let out an angry sigh before moving to leave. "Just remember asshole some of us have to work in the morning."

Connection complete...

*Eye contact made working his abilities faster. Almost instantaneous. He could have done it without looking into her eyes, but it would have taken a few moments even with her standing right in front of him* "Marissa~" *he says with a gloomy tone, though she didn't see the huge grin on his face as his eyes went wide* "Again...I'm sorry."

Time is 1:10 in the morning, lets see how long I can keep it up this time.

*he carries the needle out with him. Closing the door behind him as his eyes watch her. She on the other hand, if her eyes would look over to his door. Would just see it close, and a faint shuffle of what sounds like the sloth heading to bed now amongst the clutter in the room*

All of your senses are now puppets, and I hold the strings. Oh what fun we could have...oh what fun we will have.

*he followed her, having her senses manipulated though the link she had set up with him. Yes, in fact she had done so when she looked into his eyes. She wouldn't see him walking in behind her, hear his soft breathing so close to her, or smell that musk she had when he opened his door to her. The needle, twirls in his paw as he thinks*

I could have her fall asleep, but...what fun is there in that?

*his grin grows wider as he thanks himself for all those years of training*

"You should be!" Was the only response he would receive before she turned and moved towards her own door. The raccoon cast a backwards glance in the sloth's direction but only witnessed his door closing and the faint noise as he trekked through the shambles of his apartment. She shook her head, unable to comprehend how anyone could live in such squalor.

She didn't want to be the bitchy neighbor that complained all the time. Weary she pushed her door open, closed it, and then secured the deadbolt in place. A weary yawn escaped her muzzle reminding her of the time. "Christ and I have to be up in4 hours for work. I really didn't need this crap. I have a presentation tomorrow." She glanced at the clock on her nightstand, rubbing at her tired eyes once more before slipping her robe off and curling up in bed.

Marissa cocked an ear outward and slanted it towards the wall. Nothing. Just peace and quiet, finally. It didn't take as long as she expected for her sleep-deprived mind to take over. Her eyes slowly closing as she drifted off to sleep, unaware that anyone was there.

*he watched as she slipped out of her robe, idle eyes keeping busy as she climbed into bed*

First stage of sleep will be within five minuets. Next stage in twenty. The dreams begin then.

*he would busy himself by looking over her room. Picking up pictures, looking through her fridge. Even taking the time to start up her computer, and taking an educated guess at her password to unlock it. He looked through her choice of music, and decided that it wasn't anything close to what he was looking for. So, finding some classical music. He decided the old goodies were the best for what he would like for now. Picking out some Beethoven, and setting up a playlist he looks at the clock. Smirking as it reaches the twenty minuet mark*

Haven't wavered the connection yet. I might even double my time this go.

*he turns up the music. Just having it loud enough to hear from the computer on the other side of the room, checks the door and windows. Finally getting to her as he runs his claw along her spine, that dull tip tracing that familiar path it had taken on so many others in affection. This time, it simply did so to offer a stimulant to begin a dream, making him wonder what a soft pleasure stimulant would bring about in a woman who sleeps alone*

Oh what will you dream my little test subject?

*moving the syringe to her arm as he pierces her flesh, making that arm numb though his abilities. Only giving her a tenth of the dose with a soft squeeze of that plunger. Withdrawing it and letting the small bead of blood form on her arm. Its cocktail would have her endorphins shoot off the scale with a normal dose, relaxing the body. Raise her heart rate, making her more conscious to sensations as the oxygen levels would increase. He let down his control of her senses, except for one part. Making it feel increasingly hot in the room. All in all, she would feel like she was in heat quite soon*

Five minuets...that's all your getting.    

*his claws went to slowly peel away the blankets, and clothing off of her body. Her mixed state of relaxing waves, to heightened awareness could have her dreaming anything right now*

Sleep, she welcomed it like the arms of a proverbial lover pulling her closer and surrounding her in a cloak of darkness. Slowly her breathing evened out, the length of time increasing between each inhalation as she neared dream state.

As the sloth explored Marissa's apartment one thing would become increasingly apparent, the raccoon was painstakingly neat. Everything had a place, and was either arranged alphabetically, or according to color and size. Even her clothing had a set order, bottoms on one side of the closet, tops on the other, empty hangers separating the two so they didn't touch.

She wouldn't feel the light trace of his claw as it skated down her spine, or detect the needle that sunk into her arm, but the effect of his touch would spread like a virus, saturating her body with its taint. The blackness around her began to shift; it took on distinct shapes and colors forming a vivid image in her mind.

The sun was bright above her head nearing its zenith in the sky. The ground beneath her, covered with a soft blanket amidst a field of green. Nearby a bottle of red wine rested, chilling in a small cooler. From the distance she could see him moving towards her, casually weaving through the wildflowers. Occasionally he paused, reached down and plucked one, adding it to the others in his paw.

She recognized the scenery instantly. The dream, a re-occurring fantasy she had experience before. It was familiar and comforting, unlike the chaos of her real personal life. Most males thought her a control freak, and therefore avoided her. The others wanted to rush her into the sack and she promptly showed them the door.

Marissa smiled at her unknown suitor as he arrived. She lifted her head up to greet him but was unable to discern his facial features as the sun blinded her eyes. A thin patina of sweat formed on her brow, she lifted a paw up and casually wiped it off.

The dream felt real to her, as if she was experiencing the sensations firsthand. The slight tingle that accompanied his paws as they slowly removed her clothing. The warmth of the blazing sun that hammered down on her head making her body feel uncomfortably warm.

Without realizing she was doing it her paw moved. It slipped down between her thighs and gently caressed the moist flesh it found. The action caused a soft murr to escape from between her parted lips, and the blood to flow a bit faster through her veins.

*his eyes watched her body as she went into a comforting dream state. His paw had begun wandering her body as well, more to excite her as he kept a hard gaze upon her form. Looking for her to wake, the knife in hand as he held it behind his back. Ready to bring it across her throat in a flash if she stirred before he would let her. His paw withdrew in a moments notice when her own paw slipped down her form. He watched that paw slip down, between her thighs and up against her tender petals*

I guess that was a success in influencing a dream. Now to make it a reality.

*his paw sets itself across her stomach. The claws gently tugging at her flesh, while the warm palm creeps its way across her waist. His muzzle moving in slowly as he lets out a soft growl into her ear. That warm breath would brush her cheek fur as he moves his muzzle to her neck, softly nipping it as his paw joins her's. Pressing her palm against herself more, but doing so gently enough to keep the dream a dream*

I just wish I had the equipment here to see what she was dreaming...

*he grins softly*

..that way I know what best to contradict when I wake her up.

He slowly lowered himself to the ground, taking up residence next to her on the blanket where she sat. Tender eyes and soft paws were the only greeting he offered her before nonchalantly slipping her clothes off and leaving the raccoon bare to the elements.  She leaned back feeling the fabric beneath her fur. Her lover wasted no time, removing his shorts and top then discarding them on the grass. She turned to lay on her side, getting a better angle to view him from. But he was impetuous and had problems controlling his urges. He extended his paw and skated it across her waist gently combing through the fur.

The hushed murr that issued from her mouth grew in intensity; it vibrated through her chest as his roving paws explored her form. The sensation of his touch was not lost to her; it caused her loins to quiver and a coil of pleasure to slowly unknot in her belly.

Her ear twitched, reacting to the sounds coming from his mouth, his breath washing over her like a warm blanket. Her throat had always been a sensitive area, and when those nips landed there her head tilted to the side allowing him better access. The moisture that had been building between her thighs increased, the area heated and slick with her juices as he guided her paw, urging her to keep going.

She panted, expelling the air from her lungs in short puffs, her back arching a bit and pushing into him. "Stop teasing" She whispered without her conscious consent. Her eyes still closed as she continued dreaming.

Who am I to deny her wish?

*he grins and lets off a soft chuckle, his paw gently took her own away from her sex. Moving it up to his lips as his muzzle took in one finger at a time, suckling upon the choice ones she had used for toying with herself* "But I do love to watch you in such a lovely state..." *he said, though she would have heard it in a familiar voice. Having checked her computer he would have found out that she had been watching a TV drama, sappy and cute for people who enjoyed it. Annoying and unrealistic for those who didn't. The sloth had seen it out of boredom one night, and decided that falling asleep would be a much better choice to spend his time* "...seeing your body pleased by me and my simple touch. It makes me quite happy to please you M'lady." *that smooth suave voice is what she heard again. His paw moving to pull his pants down, his boxers falling as well as he slips over her body. His body backing away for a breif moment to peel his shirt off. He leans in over her as he whispers, that same voice ringing in her ears* "Ask of me what you desire."

I almost feel sick from being this sappy, but damn am I gonna love the twist.

*that grin on his face grew wider as he licks his lips*

She smiled up to him as his gentle paw seized her own, her eyes going half lidded in contentment as that moist tongue swabbed those hyper sensitive digits. She leaned back pressing her back into the ground, unable to contain the ripples of pleasuring dancing on her nerves.  He always knew the best way to satisfy the coon, reading her thoughts and desires as easily as if they were instructions tattooed on her fur. A small ecstatic whimper escaped her muzzle; she let her head fall to the side, offering the smooth line of her throat to him in supplication.

The sloth couldn't have picked a better place to stimulate her; the most important sense for the raccoon being that of touch. Almost two-thirds of the area responsible for sensory perception in Marissa's brain was specialized for the interpretation of tactile impulses, more so than in any other creature. With the sloth's eyes on her body it wouldn't take long for him to notice that the attention he was showing her fingers was having a direct influence on her behavior.

Endorphins pulsed with the adrenalin pumping through her veins, provoking her heart rate to rise. The bed moving beneath her caused her to roll, she shifted, her back pressing up against the mattress once more. Her chest heaved upward and lowered just as quick, taking in and letting out her breaths in short pants, accentuated intermittently with small moans, and an occasional whimper. A shudder ran down her spine, like notes on a xylophone, the tones spiraled outward in a symphony of erotic waves that settled into flesh and organs alike.

He hovered over her, his shadowy furred frame blocking the sun from her eyes. She extended her paws upward palms out; they stopped short from landing on his chest. Marissa didn't need to touch his body to know that he was there; she was able to identify objects before touching them with the thin whiskers located above her claws. She allowed her eyes to slip closed; her restless paws were not so still. They explored his chest, felt the muscle stir beneath the fur, and caught the smooth texture of his pelt in her palm. She realized she never thought about how much anatomy one could learn by touching someone.

The raccoons sleeping body mirrored her dream twin, her arms lifted to touch him as if held up by a gossamer line, her actions choreographed, and concise. Not once would her paw land on his frame, or bump into an arm, the fine vibrissae guiding those skilled digits to within mere millimeters of the sloth. She heard the word and her imagination began to swim with possibilities, the eyes beneath the small curtain of flesh rapidly twitching as if to confirm the activity. 'Ask of me what you desire....' The words ricocheted a caressing kiss that pressed against the inside of her mind, teasing her to speak her most intimate wishes. She formed the words, carefully ordering them before allowing them to tumble from her mouth. "I desire for you to take me, in whatever fashion I deserve." She left it open ended, and up to his interpretation.

Oh such a wrong choice of words...or perhaps to my luck...just the ones I am looking for.

*he decided that now was the time to change this dream up a bit. The sloth licked his lips, head hovering over her own, eyes glaring down upon her, and his claws digging into the bed. He leans his muzzle into her neck, nosing it softly at first. It changed up to a slow lick, that tongue would sway as it made its path. What would usually be a straight, or slightly curved line, would make a slithering trail of moist fur across her neck. His tip, pulsing and impatient to be put to use, moves closer to her sex. Touching it softly on her sensitive pearl. Dragging that tip down her sex, so slow it was creeping along. Searching for her entrance, and pushing into it with a soft pressure when he finds it. His muzzle opening up as he creeps his teeth across her neck, biting it softly when he had found a tender spot*

Oh if I could pick a song right now to play...