Darkness-Afraid of the Dark
#1 of Darkness
Disclaimer: Tracy and Nightshade are (c) 2005 Inviso
Scani is (c) 2005 ShawnWolf
Warning: The following story contain sexual elements of a yiffy nature. Please be advised that this is not the sort of thing children should be reading, and act accordingly.
It had been over four hours since the sun had gone down in the city, and Scani hustled back home to his apartment, his footfalls easily differentiating from those of a walker. He reached the door to his building and quickly managed to get it unlocked, and get himself inside. As the light from the fluorescent bulbs overhead washed over him, Scani breathed a sigh of relief. He was still only sixteen, unable to drive, but that didn't stop him from having to work for his spending money. And so, after his shift at McDonald's was over, Scani had to walk home, following the dark, grimy streets of the city.
Scani didn't so much mind the walk, and he wasn't afraid of anyone he might meet along the way. It was quite the contrary. If anything, people who came across him would be more afraid than he was. Raccoons had a tendency to do that, especially at night. But that was Scani's problem. He had an awkward, little fear that set him apart from most raccoons. He, a supposed creature of the night, was afraid of the dark. It was this fear that made him run home as fast as he could after work; this fear, that made him have to have a night light, at sixteen years old. It had gotten to the point where even the street lights, that lit his path home, seemed like insignificant specks, far off in the distance, like stars.
Scani breathed deeply, feeling refreshed and safe inside his building. His parents wouldn't be home for a while, so he was alone, but that didn't scare him. As long as the lights in his apartment worked, he would be just fine. After a few minutes of waiting by the door, just waiting to feel fully safe in the light, Scani walked into the lobby, which was rarely populated, even during the day. Now, it just seemed like a veritable ghost town. He quickly grabbed the mail from his family's mailbox and turned to the elevators. He pressed the up button and waited patiently for the elevator to descend from wherever its last stop was. The doors opened, and he entered the elevator, pressing his button, number 16, before leaning against the wall, waiting for the doors to close.
The door was just closing, when a brown, striped arm reached through, and held the elevator. It was Tracy, a girl from Scani's school, who lived a few floors below him. She smiled and hit the button for six, and stepped back as the doors closed, and the machine began moving. Scani began to freak out again, but this time, for an entirely different reason. Tracy was one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever known, and each time he saw her, that feeling stirred deep within him. Sometimes, Scani thought she knew how he felt, and that Tracy purposefully flirted and acted the way she did around him.
"Hi Scani," she greeted him as the elevator reached the second floor. Almost immediately after she entered the elevator, her scent began to fill the small space, invading Scani's nostrils. She smelled of a raccoon in heat, a scent that can drive nearly any guy wild. While he couldn't tell if the smell was true, or simply one of the perfumes made specifically to turn males on, Scani didn't care. All he knew was that this girl smelled really aroused, and in turn it was making him feel the same way.
"Hi," he finally managed to stutter in response, getting an odd look from her as the doors opened to the sixth floor, and she got off, leaving him alone once more. As the doors closed, Scani inhaled deeply, trying to gather up all the smell Tracy had left behind, before it dissipated, or was lost to the ventilation system of the elevator. He sighed as all trace of her was gone, and leaned back against the wall. He was coming up on floor eleven now when the elevator jolted to a stop.
"What the hell..." he asked to no one in particular, and hit the button for sixteen again. The elevator started up, but stopped in another jolt, that sent him sprawling to the floor. The elevator was obviously busted. Scani tried pulling at the doors, trying to pry them open, so he could climb out, but they were stuck tight. He tried pressing the help button, but got no response. It looked like her was going to be stuck there for a long time. And then the time got even longer. The elevator's lights suddenly went out.
Scani screamed in fear and tried clawing the wall out so he could escape, but only managed to hurt his claws. He collapsed in the corner of the small, transport and sobbed, crying out of fear, and out of shame. A normal raccoon would love to be in this situation. Well, not love, they'd still be annoyed, but they wouldn't be cowering like a frightened kitten.
"Scani..." a soft and beautiful voice spoke to him in the darkness, "why are you afraid?"
"Who..." he stammered in response, "who's there?"
"Scani..." the voice responded calmingly, "who I am is not important. I asked you...why are you afraid?"
"It's none of your business," he growled, trying to sound tough, "whoever you are, get away from me!"
"Scani..." the voice spoke, losing some of the kindness it had before, "why must you be so rude? I'm only trying to comfort you."
"Wait a second..." he stammered, somewhat frightened by the change of tone, "how...how do you know my name?"
"I know a lot about you Scani," the voice was once again calm and soothing, "thoughts, your fears, what you hide from your parents under your bed."
"What are you," he asked angrily, "some kind of stalker? What do you want? Did you trap me in this elevator?"
"I'm no stalker Scani..." the voice laughed, "but I've been watching you for the longest time. And no, I didn't trap you here, a power outage did. I'm just taking advantage of the outage to talk to you."
"Well..." he asked, frightened by this unseen stranger, and by the enveloping darkness, "what do you want?"
"Scani..." said the voice, "you never answered me before. Why are you afraid?"
"If you have to know..." he grumbled, irritated, "I'm afraid...because I'm scared of the dark. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to hear? Leave me alone."
"But why," the voice queried, "why do you fear the darkness? It can be very comforting, if you accept it."
"I just..." he started, "I just don't want to talk about it."
"Scani..." said the voice, "I know why you fear the dark. It's because when you were five, your brother snuck up to your bed, just as you were falling asleep, and jumped out, scaring you with a werewolf mask. Why you're afraid of the dark from that, I don't know, but that's when it happened."
"H-h-how do you know that?" stammered Scani, extremely frightened now, as he had never told anyone that story before in his life.
"I know a lot about you Scani," the voice said, as Scani felt a warm breath on the side of his neck, "the question is...do you know yourself?"
"Who are you?" asked Scani, scooting along the elevator wall. A paw pressed against his chest, pinning him to the wall. The paw began to rub his chest through the shirt, each button slowly being undone.
"Don't be afraid Scani," the voice whispered, hissing into Scani's chest fur before he felt a pair of warm lips kiss his left pec.
"What are you?" he asked nervously, still trying to scoot away, "you are a stalker...you're just trying to rape me."
"First off," said the voice, "you can't rape the willing. And second...I'm not going to rape you...if you honestly don't want it."
Scani shivered as a tongue ran down his chest, and his shirt was pushed off of his body. He felt his jeans unbutton and unzip and he whimpered. This person, whose voice was definitely feminine, was going to have her way with him, and he was so scared, not because of being raped, but because it was so dark.
His jeans were slid off and a paw caressed his crotch through the soft fabric of his boxers. Scani felt his meat poke out of his sheath and he moaned softly. He felt somewhat at peace. He was surrounded by the darkness, but for once in his life, he didn't feel afraid. He felt aroused, almost as much as when Tracy had shared the elevator with him.
"You like that Scani?" the voice said, whispering in his ear, "Because I don't want this to be uncomfortable for you in any way."
With a quick 'fwip,' Scani's boxers were pulled off, and the voice let out a soft, "Ooh!" He felt a rough tongue press against his balls, and it slowly licked, moving upwards, along his entire, erect length. A warm mouth sucked his head in, going down enough to take in Scani's balls. Scani was, to say the least, a virgin. He had pawed off before, but nothing like this. This feeling...it was amazing. As the head bobbed up and down along his length, he reached down, and felt the furry head of the one giving him so much pleasure. He moaned and began scratching between her ears and she raised her head off of his crotch and ended the pleasure he desired more than anything.
"Wait," he begged, "don't stop."
He felt to point rubbing up his body from his waist and quickly realized that they were nipples, and erect ones at that. The girl moved up his body and passionately kissed him, her tongue entwined with Scani's in a way he never thought imaginable. He felt something moist rubbing against his leg, and he reached down to touch it. Immediately, the girl cooed and shivered, and he could feel it in her mouth. Slowly, that moist spot moved over and rubbed against his lower head.
"Oh God," he moaned, breaking the kiss and clutching at the body of the femme hovering over him, "fuck me. Please...fuck me."
"Heh," she giggled, lowering her upper body, so her breasts dangled in a manner that they just barely brushed against Scani's chest, "are you ready Scani? Ready to feel me?"
"YES!" he roared as he strained to keep from pushing her down, forcing her onto his now fully erect and uncovered manhood.
In response, she lowered, and Scani felt his cock entering the girl's pussy. He moaned and scratched back at the elevator floor, his eyes nearly rolling into his head. This small bit of sexual intercourse was driving him wild, and he hadn't even come close to experiencing the whole thing. She pushed lower, emitting several oohs and aahs as she adjusted herself to accommodate his massive cock. Soon enough, she had taken him in entirely and was pushing herself up and down along his length.
Scani was in heaven. As she fucked his cock, he reached up and squeezed the girl's breasts. They felt perfect, easily C cups; not too big, not too small. She too was moaning, feeling the pleasure as he was. As they fucked, she sucked blissfully on his neck, arousing the young raccoon even more. It was the most incredible feeling Scani had ever felt in his entire life, much greater than even the first time he'd pawed.
Scani felt his balls tightening and a tingling feeling in his crotch. He was going to do it. He was going to blow his load in a girl. Just then, she moaned loudly, and he felt a gush of warm fluid surround his cock and flow out over his crotch and stomach. That sent Scani over the edge. He howled like a wolf as he pumped his hot cum into the girl's pussy. It must've been at least three pints, but her tight cunt was rippling with muscles Scani didn't even know girls had. The rippling was milking his shaft, draining him of any cum he had in his body. It was amazing.
When the feeling finally stopped, Scani felt the girl slide off of him and then curl up against him. Her hot breath against his neck, soaked in sweat, aroused him once more, but he wasn't going to act of that arousal. Once was enough for his first time. He reached over and put his arm around the girl and felt her warmth flow into him.
"Did you enjoy that Scani?" she asked, giggling, "Because I know I did."
Scani nodded yes in response, and then realized that it was so dark, that she couldn't see him. He opened his mouth to speak his answer, but her paw quickly shushed him.
"Don't worry Scani," she said reassuringly, "I can see you. If I may ask one question...are you afraid of me anymore?"
"No," he answered, still trembling, "but I never was really afraid of you."
"Liar," she said sweetly, "earlier, when we first met, you told me you were afraid of me, because of the werewolf stun your brother pulled when you were five."
"No I didn't," he replied, confused, "I told you I was afraid of the dark."
"Scani..." she said, "haven't you figured it out yet? You did say you were afraid of me. Scani...I am...darkness."
"What?" Scani laughed, "You can't be darkness. Darkness is scary and cold. You're warm...and safe."
"That's a common misconception Scani," she replied, "which is why I came to see you today. You see, people who fear me, they don't truly understand. They see me as the unknown, and hence, they become afraid. I come to people like you to show just the opposite. There's nothing unknown about me Scani, you now know that. Are you really afraid of the dark still?"
"Of course..." he said, pausing, "actually...I'm not. I...feel warm...and safe...and I feel okay. I don't feel afraid at all."
"That is all I can ask for Scani," she said, stroking his chest, "I want to say goodbye though."
"Goodbye?" Scani asked, panicked. He didn't want to lose this wonderful girl that had made him lose his fear.
"Scani..." she comforted, "don't worry. I'm not gone for good. But this elevator is going to start working soon...and when that light comes back on...I'll disappear. I want you to know...if you ever want to see me again...just go to the darkness. Like the closet of your room. It's nice in there."
"Wait..." he begged, "you really are darkness? Then why see me? You have to be all over the world...why waste your time on me?"
"Because Scani..." she said nervously, "that feeling you get...when you're around Tracy...that's the feeling I get...whenever I see you. I don't know why...but there's just something special about you...something I like."
As she finished speaking, the girl embraced Scani tightly, and passionately kissed him, her tongue going deep into his throat as he scratched happily at her back. Suddenly, the elevator started up again, and the lights went on, and there was no one in the elevator but him. All that remained of her was the slight sticky feeling she had left around his crotch. The elevator continued to his floor, and he got off, forgetting his clothing, left in a pile in the corner. He entered his family's apartment and turned on the light. He paused for a few seconds, then stopped, and turned the light off again.
"I can't wait to meet her again," he said slyly as he padded off towards his bedroom, "I can't wait."