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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.

Two days after her arrival in the mortal world, the weekend was over, and Nightshade was left alone in Scani's room as he went to school and his job. Her back really hurt, as she'd been sleeping in the closet to hide her presence from Scani's parents. She hadn't even had sex in the recent days, since the elder raccoons were always home and watching their son. And when they weren't home, neither was Scani. It was a lose-lose situation for her, as the loneliness and desire built up inside her vulpine body, and there was no way for her to get rid of it.

Nightshade had been reduced to sprawling out on the closet floor, lying on the pile of clothing Scani had bought for her at the mall, and shamelessly spreading her legs and forcing a paw into her moist sex. The clothing and floor were stained with the sticky sweet juices from her meaty pussy. Even these small releases of her sexual tension weren't enough. Nightshade had needs that only another being could satisfy, another being that she had no access to, as long as Scani was at school. It angered her to know that as a demi-Goddess, she had grown so dependent on sex over the years, that going without it was driving her crazy.

She gathered up the clothing from the floor, and exited the closet once she heard the door close, and the apartment had gone quiet. She pulled on a soft, pink, cotton bra and clasped it, keeping her perfect breasts in check. Next, Nightshade fitted her elegant legs through a pair of matching panties, and shimmied them up her body, pulling them tight to arouse her sensitive flower. She adjusted her tail through the hole in the back, letting it swish softly against the cotton that hugged her ass.

She approached the full-length mirror by Scani's door and stared at her reflection. Even in this new form, she still looked as beautiful as a goddess. Her paws caressed her shapely stomach and back before spanking the covered ass within her panties. Nightshade murred and cupped her breasts from within the bra, as they strained to get out of the tight, cotton prison.

She flopped down on Scani's bed, rolling around and kicking her legs in the air, trying to catch her tail between them. It was a difficult task, as she still couldn't move her toes to grip anything. She reached down, between her legs, and grabbed the base of her tail, pulling it through and playing with the tip. She eventually grew bored of this, and brushed the bushy furred tail tip against her panties, allowing it to caress her lips and clit before pulling away, and emitting a gasp of shock and pleasure.

Eventually, Nightshade grew tired of playing around with herself, and she returned to the closet, gathering up a skirt and blouse and then walking back to the mirror to put them on. She pulled the blouse on tight around her chest, her breasts pulling at the fabric, desparate to be free. Nightshade obeyed their wishes and unclasped the bra, allowing her luscious tits to bounce in the open air. She pulled the blouse on and buttoned it, her nipples visibly poking through the white cloth.

She had an idea for the rest of her outfit, and pulled down the panties feeling a slight breeze blow gently by her pussy. She pulled up the skirt as it went down to just above her knees, the hem dangling only inches from her dripping slit. The feeling of this, the skirt brushing her cunt, the thought of being seen with no panties, it turned her on so much.

She pushed herself against the wall, her stiff nipples rubbing against the fabric of the tight blouse. She murred, aroused, and slowly lifted her skirt up from behind. Her paw ran along her ass, squeezing the tender flesh beneath her black fur, then moved lower, dragging her claws along the pink of her pussy.

She spread herself with her left paw, and rubbed her knuckles roughly along her sex, whimpering out of pleasure. She paused and then rammed her index finger deep into her ass, howling at the penetration. The howl was not out of pain, but simply out of pure pleasure from the feeling inside her tight ass. While she howled, Nightshade moved her ring and middle fingers, using them to push their way into her sex, as her pinky rubbed her clit, bringing her almost instantly to the verge of climax.

She bit her lip to maintain control, holding back the massive wave of fluid bottled up inside. She thrust her fingers into her orifices, letting out whimpers from her clenched lips, her tail standing stiff to demonstrate her arousal. It was growing harder and harder to keep from squirting out all over the wall and her skirt.

"Oh God!" screamed Nightshade to the boy in her mind as he fucked her, "Fuck me Scani!"

With that scream, she no longer held her lips, and the one thing holding her back had disappeared. Vulpine juices squirted from her pussy like a high-pressure fire hose, squirting all over the wall and staining the wallpaper. She collapsed to the floor, still squirting, soaking the rug in her sweet smelling fluids, a look of pleasure on her face as her eyes rolled back and she howled once more, just before losing consciousness.

When she awoke, Nightshade cleaned up a bit, and forgot about the underwear that she had removed earlier. The slight breeze from the air conditioner in the apartment felt good around her nether regions and she almost wanted to reenact her earlier session, but changed her mind. She had a plan, and judging by the amount of light outside, it was almost time to put it in action. Scani would definitely be home soon.

Nightshade opened the apartment door and padded down the hallway to the elevator. She waited for the doors to open and stepped inside. As they closed, the elevator began its slow descent downward, to the ground floor. It was here, that she would wait for Scani, and pounce, making sweet love in the elevator that they had first met. She murred again, recalling that day with pleasure.

The numbered indicator near the ceiling of the elevator changed from 3 to 2, and Nightshade unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, moving off to the side for perfect pouncing position. The number changed to 1, and the door slowly opened up, a young raccoon entering.

Nightshade pounced, but was met with a strong karate chop to the stomach, knocking her down. Within seconds, a paw holding a can of mace was only inches from Nightshade's face.

Nightshade looked up slowly, seeing a pair of striped legs, a pair of tight shorts, and a blue t-shirt covering...breasts? As she finally reached the face, Nightshade realized that this raccoon was not Scani at all, but instead, another female raccoon from the building, one that smelled of raccoon heat. There was something about this girl that seemed familiar though.

"Get up," said the raccoon, a hint of accent in her voice, "or I will mace you so hard your grand kits will feel it."

Nightshade stood slowly, recognizing that voice, but still unsure from where though. She stared at the other femme, taking a good, long look at her. She was very beautiful, with gorgeous, forest green eyes and red hair. It was upon noticing these features, and remembering the voice, that Nightshade remembered. Only one year ago, she had come to this very building, in order to ease another raccoon. The girl was from floor six, the very girl Scani now had a huge crush on. This was Tracy Mombaro.

"Who are you?" asked Tracy, never moving her paw from the can of mace, "and why did you try to attack me?"

"Well..." Nightshade laughed, "It's a funny story. You see, I thought you were someone else, another raccoon from this building. You know him right? Scani from a few floors above you."

"I know him," responded Tracy, "but how do you know where I live in this building?"

"Tracy," said Nightshade, "it seems like I'm going through this again. I know all about you. I know your shoe size, your hair dye from that rebel phase, I know every single guy you've ever had a crush on in your entire life."

"Oh really?" growled Tracy, "so first you say you were after someone else...now you're some psycho stalker? Get the fuck away from me! And don't think I'm not gonna warn Scani about you, you freak!"

"Have you forgotten me so fast," sighed Nightshade, "don't you remember? When you used to be afraid of the dark? Although, I suppose you wouldn't recognize me...since you never really got to see me anyway."

"I was never," stated Tracy, growing uneasy, "afraid of the dark. I am a raccoon. We love the darkness."

"I believe," chided Nightshade, "that you misspoke. You said you love the darkness. I believe what you meant to say was, you loved the darkness."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" asked Tracy, riled, as she stomped her foot to indicate anger.

"It means," said Nightshade, amused by Tracy's lack of understanding, "that you loved darkness. As in...you fell in love with it. As in...you made love to it. As in...you were darkness's personal sex toy."

Tracy gulped and backed away, dropping the can of mace as it clattered against the cold tile of the elevator floor. Her was breathing heavily, obviously frightened by what the black vixen had just revealed...something she had never told anyone...not even her parents. She sunk to the floor...her tail hung between her legs like a dog, frightened of what punishment his master may think to administer.

"Who..." she stammered, "who are you? Who are you?"

Nightshade simply smiled, baring her surprisingly white teeth to the raccoon femme before pushing herself up, off the floor. She pressed the button for floor number six, as Tracy had neglected due to the circumstances. Then Nightshade sat down beside the raccoon, as the elevator awoke, cables slowly pulling it up the shaft towards its destination.

"Tracy," she finally spoke, "I am the one you knew not but two years ago. I was the one you loved...you one...you still love to this day. Tracy...I am darkness."

Tracy nearly cried. Memories of her first time flooded back, alone in the dark confines of her bedroom, when that marvelous stranger had shown up, seemingly out of nowhere. He knew how to comfort her...he knew how to please her, and he did. She had loved her mysterious, nocturnal visitor, and yet, after that day, she had never seen or heard from him again.

"How?" she begged for an answer, "How can you be him? How can you...be him? You're just a fox...a fox girl for that matter. You can't be that stallion I knew."

"Well Tracy," Nightshade said disapprovingly, "that's a bit selfish, don't you think? I mean, you expect that because I gave you pleasure, and ripped you from that fear as a stallion, I should be expected to do the same? I had to help males...and lesbians...neither of which I think would have appreciated what I gave to you."

"No..." Tracy cried, tears nearly bursting from her eyes, "you can't be him. I don't believe you. You liar!"

"Shhhh," comforted the vixen as she embraced Tracy from the side, "Tracy...you're stronger than this...I know you are. I mean, you were able to go to school happy the day after you told your parents you were bi. And they refused to speak to you for nearly a week. I know it's hard to believe...but I am the stallion you loved. I'm also the vixen that Scani loved, the rabbit that kangaroo rat from Egypt loved. I have taken many forms Tracy...but I assure you...this is me. My final form."

"But why?" Tracy sobbed into Nightshade's shoulder fur, "you never came back to me. You promised me you would...and I waited for you...for two years...and just now, you decide to come back."

"Tracy," sighed Nightshade, sad and disappointed with herself, "I wanted to go back to you. I really did. I've always had a thing for raccoons. But...I couldn't. Those that controlled me...they decide whom I go to and whom I don't. You were one that was not chosen for a second time. Things turn out badly...when I visit twice. Scani was chosen...and I went to him...and..."

Nightshade paused, remembering the night, and it pained her to recall the loss of her immortality.

"And what?" asked Tracy, her tears diminishing as she raised her head from the soaked spot in Nightshade's fur.

"And..." continued Nightshade, "he wanted to see me. He wanted to see the girl he loved. I tried to show him...but all it ended up doing was...this. I was stripped of my powers, and made mortal...trapped in this one body for the rest of my life."

"But..." Tracy gasped, "You mean...you can't ever turn back?"

Nightshade nodded sadly. After Scani, Tracy had definitely been one of her most memorable causes. It had always pained her to never have seen Tracy again until now.

The elevator reached the sixth floor and stopped, the doors opening. Tracy stood up, and wiped away her tears, offering a helpful paw to the seated vixen. Tracy looked down the hall to her apartment, her parents probably waiting for her to return, then back at Nightshade. The thought of returning home crossed her mind for only a second, before Tracy pressed the button to close the doors.

"What are you doing?" asked Nightshade, somewhat confused.

Tracy turned back to her with a smile, the fur around her eyes still somewhat wet. This was her chance...her chance to regain what she had lost. She pushed Nightshade against the wall and forced their muzzles together, her tongue wrestling its way into the vixen's mouth. Nightshade was surprised at first, but openly accepted the kiss as she managed to hit the button for the sixteenth floor.

Tracy's paws explored the feminine flesh before her, hiking up Nightshade's skirt and caressing her firm ass, unencumbered by panties. As she did this, her second paw pushed it way into the vixen's tight blouse, squeezing those perfect breasts and pinching each nipple. Nightshade let herself become the bottom, cooing and moaning at every touch.

Suddenly, the doors opened and Tracy reached for the button again, to seal them in, but Nightshade stopped her.

"No," she panted, "we can go to Scani's apartment. He does have a bed after all...and it's a hell of a lot warmer than this tile. Trust me."

Tracy nodded and Nightshade led the way down the hall, adjusting her blouse to make sure her vulpine breasts were safely contained within the fabric. Tracy couldn't help but stare as Nightshade's tail swayed behind her, teasing Tracy with its erotic dance. She moved closer, enough to clasp her hands around Nightshade's waist, grinding ass to pussy. It made both girls grow quickly into their heat.

As they reached the door, Tracy ran her tongue along Nightshade's neck, going as far as to slide it around inside the vixen's ear. All Nightshade could do was murr as she fumbled with the keys against the lock.

"You know," whispered Tracy into the vixen's ear, "I don't have anything to call you. And darkness doesn't seem that appropriate."

"Well..." gasped Nightshade, "I guess my name would be Nightshade...but I'd really like it if you would just call me Shade."

"Done," said Tracy as she heard the key click into the lock, and helped her lover push open the door.

Within seconds of entering the apartments opening, Tracy had once again pinned Shade against the wall, and was passionately kissing the vixen with a skilled tongue that only a stallion's cock had known before.

Nightshade pushed away and made a come hither motion with her right paw, leading Tracy down the hallway to Scani's room. The raccoon femme closed the door behind them as she advanced upon the attractive she-fox.

For the third time in less than five minutes, Nightshade was forced against a wall, a rough tongue running over her neck fur as two firm yet loving paws lifted her blouse, exposing her oily black breasts into the light. The shirt came off as Shade swayed her hips, pushing her way out of the mini-skirt, leaving her vulpine body bare in the room of her last fuck as an immortal.

Tracy ducked down, playing with Nightshade's breasts with the precision only a female could offer. Her muzzle moved to one and her tongue began slowly circling the luscious areola of her lover. Once both nipples were fully erect, Tracy took the liberty of suckling on each, like a newborn baby.

As she was worked on, Nightshade's paws found their way down, and they cradled Tracy's firm, athletic ass. She moved them to the front, unbuttoning the jean shorts and pulling down the zipper, spreading it to reveal the bare brown fur beneath. A paw slid in, caressing Tracy's lean thighs and stroking her mound to the delight of the murring raccoon.

Tracy swayed her hips, easing her body out of the shorts before kicking them off as her paws moved down Shade's body, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her stomach as they reached the spot of pink that stood out from the remaining black fur. Two fingers slowly penetrated the needy flesh, as a third rubbed powerfully against the vixen's clit.

Nightshade moaned and leaned forward, her breasts pressing against those of her lover, with only soft, blue fabric separating them. Shade took this opportunity to force her muzzle against Tracy's, their tongue dancing around together much like the bodies were doing.

As they kissed, Shade's hands moving upward tugging on Tracy's shirt, slowly lifting it to the point just below her breasts. The vixen yipped in protest as Tracy raised her arms away from Shade's sex, but Shade quickly pulled the shirt off to allow Tracy's perfect breasts the freedom they deserved.

The girls continued kissing, their breasts pressed together and nipples stiff. Slowly, both pairs of paws moved lower again, seeking to please one another the way they both needed.

Shade used one paw to squeeze Tracy's breast, her slightly dull claw pinching the sensitive nipple. The other paw moved down, between Tracy's legs, as her thumb pushed its way into the raccoon's puckered asshole. Tracy gasped but quickly resumed the passionate kiss when Shade maneuvered her paw to push three fingers into the brown-furred snatch.

Tracy was much less gentle with Shade though. Her paws moved down the black vixen's body and spread her sex wide. Suddenly, Tracy thrust her entire paw into Shade's tight pussy, spreading the insides beyond what they were used to, as Shade emitted a moan of pain. They quickly kissed again, as the pained subsided, Tracy pushing her fist in and out of her partner's pussy in time with Shade's finger movements.

Soon, both girls with writhing with pleasure, their crotches soaked in their own juices. Tracy came first, screaming and pushing her arm in up to the wrist as her juices squirted out, drenching her lover's fur. This, combined with the force of the last fist, set Shade off, as she too had a massive climax, squirting all over Tracy's chest and crotch.

As their flows subsided, the two girls, barely able to walk, stumbled over to the bed and fell upon it, Shade landing on Tracy. The two licked their fingers, tasting the sweet mixture of juices, then traded paws, their tongues running along the digits of one another.

"Mmm," Tracy mumbled, "you taste so good. That was amazing Shade."

"Yeah," Shade panted in response, "I'd forgotten how much of a beast you were. Your paw...it felt so good...like it knew exactly where to go to drive me wild."

"And you," said Tracy, pushing Shade off of her, and then snuggling up against the still soaked vixen, "were just as good at making me cum as you've ever been. You still have the spirit of the stallion in you."

Shade nodded and murred, wrapping her arms around Tracy's stomach, and resting her head on the raccoon's soft, perky breasts. Tracy followed suit, resting her head against Shade's. Soon, the two girls stopped panting and kissed once more, as thanks for such a wonderful experience.

"So..." said Tracy, "I think I should get back to my apartment...in case my boyfriend calls. If I'm not there...he might get jealous and I definitely don't want a jealous wolf on my case."

"Wait," whispered Shade, making Tracy's ear twitch happily, "why don't you stay? Scani will be home soon, and I'm sure he'll want to play with us."