Furry-Within

     They had barely turned the corner onto the street where the nightclub sat, but Riley's body was uncomfortably rigid as the pounding of the bass line from the club vibrated up through her body. Her step faltered, and she tugged at a scrap of fabric on her silken layered, black skirt. The cyberpunk-esque boots that encased her nervous feet planted themselves to the pavement of the sidewalk and refused to go any further. One hand twisted in the scrap of fabric from her skirt, the other pined behind her back to  entangle in the dangling ends of her lacy black corset. Her almost entirely black ensemble was in a nice stark contrast to the paleness of the mouse's fur and hair. If not for the bright red of the girl's eyes, she'd be a perfect black and white picture as she stood nervously on the corner, staring down the street to the line in front of the club.

     A sharp tug on her elbow pulled Riley from inside her head, and back out into the rest of reality. The girl jolted, looking first down to her elbow, as if to assault the reason she felt such an insulting jarring, but then her eyes traveled up to her friend's smile and pleasant gaze. The badger girl dragging her along let out a giggle, feeling Riley's stiffness.

     "Come on, Ri. It's just Floor Eleven, we've been here a million times. Why do you always get so nervous around crowds?" The badger's hip bumped into Riley's own, and the mouse responded with a little nervous giggle, and a mumbling of how her friend was right. Riley's species was notoriously a prey species, it was logical that she was hesitant with big groups, and despite that the community was civilized, her instincts ran deep and had immovable roots.

     The badger gave another little tug, and Riley gave, her feet beginning to move again, and they soon closed the distance between themselves and the end of the line of those waiting to get into the club. They never had to wait long, as they were two good looking girls, but this part of the night was always Riley's least favorite. She ran her hands through her stick straight, greyish white hair. She'd straightened it out completely for the night, given it usually had a bit of wave to it. It fell around her face heavily, but the smoothing and straightening of it had left it shiny and soft. The curtain of hair fell around her jaw line unevenly. All of her friends raved about how she could pull off such a style. Personally, she didn't spend that much time paying attention to it.

     They were barely in the line for five minutes before they had gotten through the doors and into the club. They met up with friends at a table, after shoving through the mass of bodies pulsating in time to the music. A doberman with dark eyes, smiled warmly to Riley, enveloping her in a tight hug before planting a kiss upon her forehead and shoving a pretty drink into her hand. It was a sex on the beach.  Not her favorite, but certainly one she usually had when they came out.

     "Glad you made it, darling," his smooth voice cooed into her ear, as he tugged her down into a low sofa beside him, nuzzled into the little nook their group had claimed. The doberman was attracted to her, she knew that much. And he had been for a while. She'd let a little steamy interaction be shared between them, but she'd never gone so far as to stay the night with him, or allow him to stay with her. Cuddled close here with the group was as emotionally intimate as they'd ever gotten... Additional greetings were passed around, and before Riley knew it, they all had more than a few drinks in them.

     Sweat, hearts pounding, gyrating body parts, panting, hushed moans... Riley's ears were filled with these noises as her own body fell into the rhythm of the crowd, smoothing into the mass as if she were always a part of it, as if it were a big entity that she had melded into. The doberman's body began pressed up to hers, but in time, the bodies around her became unfamiliar, while at the same time feeling comfortable and easy. It was a combination of the alcohol and the atmosphere, but Riley's jittery nerves had slunk away, and she was in that all too familiar state of euphoric comfort as she moved in time to the music, her body bumping into all those around her as they ground back up against her.

The dark upper level had mostly the echoed sounds of the music, making it less loud than on the lower level and dance floor, no gyrating bodies smashing into each other destroying the boundary between who is who and where. He loved watching them, like a cloud of life, impossible to know who was who and where they would end up. Like life itself personified. He took another long slow drag off of his pipe, loving that smoking was allowed only up here, and let the smoke out very slowly from his mouth.

He could already see one he had to have. Something he knew he needed as soon as he saw her. He was sure he'd seen her before, but this time it was different, there she was . . . moving through the thick mist of bodies, that little black outfit, those odd shoes. But even more so her starkly white fur, and those eyes . . . the red eyes he could feel piercing him from so far away without seeing him. He put down the pipe and started his path down to where she was.

When he reached the bottom floor he ordered a mixed drink, standing just behind the clustered booth she had gotten into with her friends, he didn't even remember what his drink was as soon as he had ordered it, but it didn't matter . . . she was there, he could see her. Some Dobermen pressing against her and trying to get affection from her. Fool. The bartender told him his drink was ready and he took it and downed it without even tasting anything. The important part was in the booth, talking to her friends and fending off the fool that wanted something he would never have.

Soon, she moved into the crowd again, this time to dance, and he could already smell the thin layer of sweat on her body . . . it drove him mad with eagerness. He immediately moved into a different spot in the crowd, matching the motions of those around him, twisting and leaning and moving just right, not touching almost anyone, not making an effect on them. He loved this most of all, it was being invisible, no one would even remember he passed them, with no touch or effects to call back to, there was no memory to hold. It felt like being god, walking among the unknowing faithful, watching their lives pass around him, until he found the soul he was going to touch. He made himself get near her, dancing at her back, his hands on her hips and moving exactly in time with her. She was tiny compared to him, a fully grown black wolf, her head coming up to his chest at most, but she was just as gorgeous as he thought before. And the way she moved, the way she felt. He needed this one. He started to whisper, softly, so very softly he was sure she'd never know it was him. "Alley . . . back way, exit" just in those instants the music would pause and give that perfect silence before the beat came back. and would then let go, disappearing into the crowd again, until returning a few moments later. Never far away, never far behind, never in front of her.

   Riley didn't notice, at first, the strange new body pressed against her as she swayed to the vibrations of the bass. It was just a mass of sweaty bodies, moving together, bumping into one another, but after a moment of the deliberate way his movements matched to hers, she became aware of his presence. And even more importantly the breath of his whispers on her ears.

   She hesitated at first, instinct telling her to pull away, to run, not to listen to the urging of his whispers, but the alcohol had inhibited her, and she felt a curiousness creep up inside her at the strangeness of this unknown being. The mindlessness of everyone around her put his sharp determination into dark contrast, and that is eventually what drove her, maybe subconsciously, to go to where he had directed her.

   With half a drink left in her glass, she took another long draw of the sweet liquid before navigating her body through the mass of people to the table where her night had started. Tucking her hair back behind one ear nervously, she discarded the glass, still with a considerable amount of alcohol in it. The mouse gave a little nod to the one person paying attention at the cluster of seats around the table her friends had all sat at as she picked up the little clutch of a purse she'd drug in with her, containing only her ID and a few loose bills. There were a few others, but they all seemed to have paired themselves off, and "sucking face" was putting their activities lightly.

   So after her little nod and a smile to the bunny girl sitting at the table, Riley sunk back into the throng of bodies that made up the dance floor. She had decided to move her way through the dance floor to disappear out the exit in the back, thereby avoiding her friends who would ask her where she was going, and especially the doberman, who'd pry information beyond a destination.

   However, Riley's journey was cut short when the very dog she was trying to avoid seemed to wrap around her all at once. His lips were on her neck, his arms circled around her waist, and her growled low, his voice husky with lust, at her.

   "Where do you think you're going, beautiful?" His teeth grazed her neck playfully, sending a shiver down her spine. Reluctantly her body began to move in time with his.

   "I-...No where, Max. No where, I guess," but the girl's eyes were on her destination, little more than ten feet away. She stared longingly at the door that would lead her to the interesting stranger, who she guessed would either have to whisk her away himself if he wanted her, or be patient.

He could see her moving away, and was careful to stay no more than a few paces from her, carefully watching, letting himself blend into the crowd, just another dark stranger in a cloud of dark strangers. He saw her put down her drink, without finishing it and was disappointed, but it was fine, she was fine.

Then he found the real problem, she got so close to the exit, and then he came back. The fucking Doberman . . . he stopped, gripping his fists tightly moving with the cloud of bodies, and shut his eyes opening them back up and dancing with the nearest girl to him, some other canine, he could smell the sweat on her body. It was erotic, for a short moment he almost forgot about the mouse, but those red eyes came back to his mind, the soft fur, that tiny aura of sweat off of her body came back, spurred on by the woman he was dancing with. Why wouldn't he fucking vanish . . . he needed to fucking leave, to stop to disappear.

For the briefest blink of time he considered pulling the man off of her, twisting his head around until he was facing behind himself. Then he stopped on his own before he moved away from the cloud, no . . . no not that. He decided to watch for the moment, and if it didn't work, he knew what must be done . . . the woman dancing with him would be perfect, he could smell it in her sweat, just like the mouse . . . a tiny suggestion and she would move like a marionette for him.

   It had been about five minutes that her body had slowly become intertwined with her dance partner. The beginning of the touching turned her thoughts erratic, spastic as she tried to find something she could say that would justify prying herself apart from the canine who seemed to keen on attaching himself to her.

   "Max," the mouse stopped abruptly, before noticing that such a movement would attract too much attention and she began to sway slightly again, blending back to the movement around her. She leaned in close, arms pulling the canine in close so that her words fell on a clouded mind, and she could get away with them more easily. "Max, I just saw a friend I haven't spoken to in a long time, and I think I'm going to go catch up with them for a while before I head home, alright? I'll see you next weekend?" She kept her voice slightly husky, to match the state she knew him to be in.

   The doberman let out a groan of displeasure and bent himself to capture her lips. It was a bit rough, forceful, and she resisted for just a moment before she melted to it slightly, her inner desires coming through despite her efforts to hold them off. His paws tightened on her possessively for the briefest of moments before he let her go, and placed another peck on her forehead. "See you next weekend, gorgeous," his voice was barely a whisper in her ear. Riley felt a pang of desire hit her, and almost wished she hadn't come up with an excuse to pull away from him.

   But she had. And as the mouse turned to spy her determined destination, the doberman melted back into the crowd, no doubt already pressed up against a new girl. Riley began to sift her way through the crowd, once again towards the exit that she felt so drawn to. The mouse began to have a sort of tunnel vision, certain she'd reach her goal this time. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a couple dancing close that made her heart sink.

   She'd never turned to look at the body that the voice in her ear had belonged to, but somehow she knew it was him. The body matched what she'd drawn up in her head perfectly. It was her mystery date. The person she was creeping out of the club to meet. And he was pressed up against another girl. A dog no less. Riley's foot steps faltered, uncertainly fogging her mind.

   Before she knew what she was doing, or where she was going, the mouse was gliding through the grinding bodies once again. This time pointed directly at the wolf in question, and the offending mutt pressed up against him. There was no plan in her mind, only disjointed, barely coherent thoughts as she glided up beside the couple, eyes locking on those of the wolf she knew she was meant to be meeting. There was no plan of action, she just stood there, fiery red eyes boring into him.

The doberman was gone, that was the important part to him. He waited to see her move to the exit, the wolf that he was dancing with moving back and forth, pressing up against him every so often. And then she stopped, seeming to see something deep inside the crowd. This was not good, no . . . the door, she had to go to the door, but she looked at the crowd and started moving to it.

Then she was one of the crowd, moving in the throng of sweating swaying people, and had vanished for only an instant before he smelled her sweet sweat next to him once more. Standing before him, eyes glaring at him as he danced with the wolf, he'd been invisible again and she found him . . . waiting for his moment but she found him. Damn this girl for finding him but it made him want her more.

He pushed the wolf off of him into the crowd, her arm trailing along his like she tried to stay with him, but he turned from her to Riley, moving a hand to her arm and starting to sway and dance with the crowd, his eyes instantly staring directly into hers. Not even faltering a tiny bit. Two dark red orbs piercing deep into her, saying with his silence "yes I that just happened, but it never mattered, only you did."

   Riley was stiff for a moment, her anger still flared; to think that someone who seemed so intent on getting her alone had forgotten about her so easily boiled her blood. She was definitely the kind of girl who was quick to anger. But that meant she was quick to smooth as well, and as his body began to move so tantalizingly in front of her, his hand and his eyes urging her to join him, she lost herself once more in the passion that she felt radiating off of this dangerous predator. The adrenaline made her blood pump wildly.

   She spun, her body still pressed back into his, and her hips swayed against him as she arched her back in ecstasy. One arm slithered up behind her head and griped the back of his neck and the other danced across his opposite hip and upper thigh, pulling him tight to her, making sure he stayed with her and only her. The mouse was anything but timid as her body was pressed lewdly up to his. It was out of character, that was for certain, but something, maybe the atmosphere of the club, maybe the wolf himself, had led to this new spur of energy in the girl, and she wasn't going to waste it.

   A small moan of delight slipped through the mouse's lips, the sound was undoubtedly swallowed up by the pumping bass of the music that swirled around them, but it was there, and made the girl realize just how affected her body was becoming. Her cheeks were flushed beneath her pale fur; whether a result of the heat in the club, or the heat building inside her, was unclear. Her movements were suggestive, fingers tightening on his neck to dig against his skin, her insistence clear; and the rest of the crowd melted from her mind as Riley focused solely on the pleasure she was feeling, and that which she hoped to be giving back to this mysterious, alluring stranger.

He smiled just slightly enough for it to be seen, she was the jealous sort, latching onto him before she even knew his name, or who he was. He had to admit, he part of him liked that. It also meant she was his now, even if she'd never admit that herself, she was. He danced against her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against him and whispered into her ear, audibly panting as if he was getting tired. "Let's find somewhere quieter . . . this place is exhausting" and started to dance away from her, slowly letting her go, but keeping his hands on her body for as long as possible before backing away into the crowd toward the exit from before.

He could see her in the crowd, no . . . not quite, but he could feel her, feel the heat that was so clear on her face, smell her sweat even among the others here. It was time . . . and she would be his in a more direct and obvious way.

   Riley gave a stiff nod, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. Her mind was screaming at her. This was extremely out of character for her. To come onto someone so strongly... To feel as if she needed to claim him... The emotions racking her body were confusing, and exhausting. She noticed she was panting slightly for breath as she followed the wolf's lead through the crowd.

   A brief moment of panic washed over the mouse. She was leaving the club with someone who's name she didn't even know. He was just a stranger, and yet she felt so electrically charged when they touched, and so drawn to him... She wanted to see where he would take her, where this would go. And the fear only made her nerve endings even more sensitive. She felt alive; truly, very alive.

   And so the quiet, reserved, inexperienced mouse chased her predator through the crowd, willing to follow any twists and turns he may take; unwittingly knowing what lie ahead of her. And the desire bubbling up in her body, and pushing through her pores overtook her brain, quieting any reservations she may have. She was totally entranced.

He could feel her getting closer as he pushed through the exit, into an empty alley. Nothing but the back of the club and the side of another building around him now. Perfect . . . and of course, his car was waiting for him a moment away ready for him to hop in, regardless of what happened next. He watched the door carefully though. He had to be very sure about this . . . then again, the more he thought about it, about her, the more he knew it was right. It would work . . . it was what he wanted and what he would have.

All that was left was to wait . . . soon she would come through the door, and just as soon she would be his. Fully, truly, and if he had any say . . . permanently.

     The mouse followed the wolf through the door, finally finding a bit of hesitance in her, she glanced back. She saw a few of the people she had come with, but they were all dancing. She was leaving, and was definitely on her own now. No turning back. Riley swallowed hard, hoping to put that prickling sense of danger away. She turned back to face the wolf she'd followed out of the club, extending her small, delicate hand to him as her short strides pushed her fully out of the club and nearer to him.

     "I'm Riley, it's just occurred to me that we didn't exactly meet in the most traditional of senses," her cheeks rivaled the bright intensity in her eyes. A small shiver ran down her spine, and whether or not if was from the chill in the air, or the fear of finally being alone with this creature who had captured her attention didn't seem to matter as she wrapped the arm that was not outstretched to him around herself. She smiled sweetly, while the back of her mind was screaming at her that this was a mistake.