Sasha's Cloak
Sasha's Cloak
Sasha Gothica © Style Wager; Inspired by Style Wager's drawing of Sasha: HTTP://www.furaffinity.net/view/1653561/
Neutral, story, and possibly erroneous assumptions © Dyne D. Solweaver;
The air was thick, hydrated and carried with it the slight tingle of energy that announced the coming of a storm. A mild chill was in the air as was customary for late October, but upon the next breath the chill grew fangs and sank into the pelt of one unsuspecting brown bat. "Eek, Damn it." shrilled the surprised victim. Another wall of winter's early comers slammed into her with fangs bared, and she sucked in her breath and bit off another cry. 'I can usually stave off the cold without much problem, but strong gusts coupled with heavy moisture makes me wish I had brought a change of cloths instead of wearing this costume home from the club.' she thought to herself.
Sasha was an anthropomorphic brown bat, while she had no wings, she did have large ears pierced with gold bands, a head adorn with long pink hair done up with large bangs punk-rock style. She had chocolate brown fur, with a lighter tan/cream fur coating her face and muzzle, the cream colored fur traveled down her throat and swept outward at her chest following her shapely contours and cupping her breasts nicely, then it narrowed a bit then flared as it stretched across her taught mid-drift, finally disappearing into her panties. At least it would if she were wearing any, her costume hadn't been such as to allow that convenience. Instead she wore what looked like a low cut, make that very low cut, black one piece bikini that had long gashes cut out of it, to appear as if it had been malled by some ferocious monster, complete with fake blood stains. She also wore a cheap vampire cloak, presumably the attacker was a vampire of sorts or maybe a werewolf,popular theme since Underworld premiered, that draped to her tail. It came with knee high, shinny plastic, imitation leather boots, with high-heels no less, complete with leather whip. Who ever had designed it obviously had a vampire+dominatrix fetish or something. It was less enchanting seducer and more leather clad enforcer. Each step in those heels made her want to find that designer and try her hand at using that whip. 'He'd probably like it though' she sighed internally.
Sasha had bought the costume after being nagged to play the 'vampire' bat...again. It was argued that since it wasn't the classic vampire costume, she shouldn't complain too much about it. After all, she was a bat and cheesy cliché costumes were what strippers liked to wear right? She gritted her teeth at the thought. 'Not all the time. Geeze.' she grumbled. Finally she had relented knowing it's what was expected of her character anyway; goth, emo, vampire, classic bats with wings, occasionally a witch. Most of the time it wasn't so bad, but days like today it was almost intolerable.
She was so irritated at her costars taking up all the other costumes, they had all but decided her costume for her, that she turned down a ride without even thinking about the weather or the fact that rehearsal would keep her extra late. "No, go on I'm fine. Night air will do me good. Sure I'm Sure. No, I'm not upset at all." Another gust colder than the last punctuated her rant as it bit at her thighs and made her clinch her legs together. The cheap plastic boots did nothing to preserve body heat, everything about this costume was really getting on her last nerve. "Hmph, who in their right mind would want to wear a bikini at the end of October anyway? All I need now is for someone to stop and try to pick me up." she grouched.
As if prophesied; a pick-up truck [no pun intended], slowed behind her as whistles and calls rose up from the truck bed. Turning her head slightly she could see four males were on the back; a wolf, two humans, and a weasel, she couldn't make out the driver. She turned back forward and sped up trying to ignore them.
"Hey, Baby." called a small weasel. "Need a lift? You can ride me home to your coffin." A round cheers and laughter rose up from the group.
'Please let them leave. I'm too cold and too tired to deal with this right now. Please, Please' she silently prayed.
"Bats like to suck right? I'll keep you well fed if you want." the weasel continued much to the amusement of his friends and the annoyance of Sasha.
"It's still five days until Halloween Bats, you get'n an early start turning tricks for treats." called the wolf.
Sasha continued to walk, the truck kept pace with her. 'They think I'm some sort of festive street-walker in this, Gods what was I thinking. Just one more bad decision, made worse through idiots. How many more am I going to make tonight?' she berated herself.
Sasha kept an eye out for other people and places to run to in case there was trouble. The street; however, was completely barren this time of night, offering Sasha little comfort. The park was coming up soon; that thought sent a chill down her spine, going into the park alone at night was dangerous. While being followed by a randy gang of males made it even more so.
"We're talking to you Flaps, can't you hear with those dishes on your head." came an irritated voice. Probably one of the humans, she didn't look, not wanting to make eye contact.
She froze at the squeal of slowing brakes and heard the thud of two feet hitting the ground. 'Fuck!' Sudden fear caused her to bolt to her right and into the park, she didn't look back or even notice where she was going, she just ran in a full panic.
"You dumb-ass you scared her off." growled the wolf. "I didn't know she was going to run. I just wanted her to pay attention to me. Man, you know how I get when I'm being ignored. I was just trying to get a rise out of her." whined the weasel. "What if something happens to her in there, it'll be your fault, moron." the wolf snarled as he slapped the back of the weasels head.
"She'll be fine, lets go, it's starting to rain anyway." said one of the humans. He banged twice on the cab window and pointed down the street and the driver continued on.
Fear gripped Sasha as she ran, 'Damn it, I ran right into the park, stupid, stupid, stupid.' she scolded herself. After a couple minutes at full tilt and she was becoming winded, she could feel her ears throbbing from the adrenaline rush, followed by her sudden physical exertion left her panting a bit. At last slowing to a fast walk, she took a moment to look behind her and saw that no one was following her. She considered walking back to the street and continuing home. "No" she spoke aloud to the night air shaking her head. "Just in case they're waiting for me." 'Besides' she said to herself, 'They can't bring that truck into the park, although, that won't stop anyone already waiting in here.' she shivered at the thought. "I really wish I hadn't thought that." she told the night air. She looked warily about, sighed and continued into the park. 'This way will at least save me a few minutes walk.'
Not a minute later she thought she felt something land on her head, a few more steps later it was confirmed. Pip, pip, pip. She looked up at the sky "No! No, no, no. This can not be happening to me." The sky rumbled in defiance and the rain pick up stride. She began to run down the path knowing she wasn't even half way through the park and she was still breathing hard from her earlier sprint. She turned to the left and saw lights, like street lights on the other side of some shrubs. Without thinking it through, she ran up and leaped over the lowest shrub only to find a slope on the other side. "Shit." she yelped as she tumbled down an incline and through a thicket, her costume taking a beating along the way. When the world stopped spinning she came to rest a dozen yards away just as she exited a wall of foliage. Groaning she sat up and groggily started to dust the dried leaves out of her fur. The cape had caught on something on the way down and got torn off. It was attached to the costume at the shoulders, it was a miracle the shoulder straps survived. An old branches had caught the bikini at the cleavage and split the cheap material down the center all the way to the crotch. If Sasha's breasts were any larger they would have spilled out of her costume. She reached up and using her hand, pulled the garment closed. "I wished this night would just die already." she spat. A sudden howling zephyr could be heard as it whipped through the tree branches. Sasha looked up and out into what could only be described as a graveyard. "I didn't mean it." she squeaked "Really!"," I meant be over, not die."
Eying the landscape, it was difficult to see too far on a cloudy night, a blanket of fog was on the ground and dark stone monoliths great and small were scattered about with lichen and vines grown up and over them. Taking in the sight she was spurred into movement an instant later as the light blanket of rain had caught up with her. Standing, Sasha began to move in a quicken pace through the graveyard. "Just bloody perfect. A bat in a graveyard ,yeah right at home. At least I didn't sprang my-NO!, not going to say it. Not after the night I'm having." she mumbled to herself letting the sound of her own voice help keep her calm. "I wonder if Bram Stoker is watching?" she spoke with a nervous chuckle trying to break the eerie silence that seemed determined to swallow up her courage.
She kept a quick pace while being vigilant not to trip in her heels as she proceeded through the 'graveyard'. Step by step she began to feel less and less nervous, feeling silly that she expected some sort of horror movie extra to show up. Passing close to one of the stones she noticed they weren't graves at all or at least not like any graves she had ever seen. Moving closer to inspect one she brushed away some dead vines. "They've been burned, this one is melted and deformed." Looking around she noted the placement of the larger stones. "This was a building, mansion or something. It's really old, too old, for this area. I wonder if it was burned down?"
"Aye. It was." said a soft but clear voice, not a few paces away.
Sasha heart jerked forward in her chest, if her hand had not already been there securing her modesty, she was sure it would have leaped right out of her and ran away. Spinning around to face the speaker she called "Who's th---", she saw no one,"...there?" she let the last word fall from her lips. The quick pounding in her chest refused to slow, and she began to tremble. She forced the lump in her throat down and summoned up enough strength to demand "Answer me! Who are you?".
After a short pause, the same soft voice spoke louder this time, "It's not Bram Stoker if that's what's troubling you."
Realization hit her, 'Someone was here with me... hiding...watching...waiting to...'. She bolted for the second time that night, praying she didn't trip. Running in heels is a bad idea, especially in the dark among tall grass and hidden stones. Sasha risked a look back over her shoulder to see if it was following her. That motion made her ankle roll over and pop, causing her to pitched her sideways into a stone pillar, the pain in her ankle was forgotten when searing agony shot threw her skull. She felt herself falling and waited for the impact of the ground, it never came as she blacked out.
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Pain...deep throbbing pain threatened to split her skull in two. 'I'm going to die, aren't I?' she thought to herself, tears forming in her eyes as the pain continues to grow worse and worse. Somehow knowing she was going to die here cold, hurt and alone.
"No." came a soft slow voice. "Even if I were not here, it would be highly unlikely. It's just painful, not serious." It...he was close, very close, just above her.
Sasha wasn't convinced by his words, she tried to open her eyes but the pain got worse. Shutting them back tight, she decided opening them was a bad idea. She decided to listen instead, she could hear the pouring rain and could smell moistened earth, but she wasn't soaked. Suddenly she felt arms move under her lifting her off the ground, his grip carried an icy chill like a gust of arctic wind. Whimpering at a surge of pain caused by the sudden jolt of movement, she began to tremble again as much from fear as from pain.
"Shh, it's okay. Shh" the voice whispered trying to sooth her. It didn't.
She couldn't take anymore and began to sob. The shushing sound stopped and in a very low whispered tone he spoke or sang or something, it was too low to hear clearly. Oddly, her ears started tingling at the sound and it traveled in waves down her body causing her muscles to relax. She stopped trembling, her thoughts becoming hazy like she'd had one too many, but without the nausea. The pain lessened just a bit, causing a sigh of relief to escape her mouth.
She felt herself being lowered to the ground, it was soft and dry, it felt like moss. Next came a his touch, once again like softened shards of ice it, a gloved hand caressed her face then traveled up to her head until it came to reside above the wound. His hushed words became more intense, like hist syllables through clinched teeth. Then a sudden rush of cold as if someone was pouring ice water into her head, she gasped and stiffened, but compared to her injuries it was just very uncomfortable, the pain in her head weakened into a dull ache and she began to shiver from the cold wet night. His voice softened and began moved his hand lower over her body, she could feel it less than an inch above her fur radiating an intense cold. Lower across her chest over her stomach, which tensed at the chill, on down her right leg to her ankle and then his words became venomous almost snarling as he chanted. Sasha cracked one eye lid; he was kneeling next to her dressed in black, almost like tangible shadows, his head was cloaked and she couldn't see his face. She glanced to his gloved hand above her ankle, she couldn't see anything happening but she sure felt it. This time was even more uncomfortable then before, like the very bone was being turned into a shard of ice, she clinched her eyes and waited for it to end. Soon enough the icy chill passed leaving only a dull ache once more, Sasha was exhausted and freezing, a merciful sleep claimed her.
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Sasha awoke to the sound of a down pour and the sensation of someone holding her against them and gently stroking their warm fingers along her muzzle. She opened her eyes some, it was still dark, even darker than before as the clouds blotted out the crescent moon completely. She tried to move and regretted it, she ached all over like one big strained muscle.
"Careful." that voice, this time his voice was gentle and warm."Your still weak from the...well lets just say your still weakened."
Sasha began to shiver 'I just want to go home, be in a nice warm bed, cuddle with one of my soft furry toys and just sleep for a week.' she told herself.
"I don't know about all that, but the warmth I can do." he reassured her.
'Can he read my thoughts or did I say that out loud?' she thought, slightly embarrassed by the admission about her stuffed animals. Her thoughts were derailed by the sudden feel of warm lips on hers. At first she was startled, but then warmth poured over her mouth, 'Mmm...that feels nice.' she parted her lips and the heat poured down her throat into her lungs and then into her stomach and just pooled there. The heat grew stronger almost like liquid summer, he pulled his lips away from hers very slowly, almost reluctantly. Moving his hand from her muzzle, let it rest on her stomach, he a started soft barely audible chant, the sound causing her fur to stand on end, he moved his hand lower the pool of warmth started to spread out through her now heated inner rivers and channels, it circulated threw out her body causing little pleasurable tremors whenever it passed through an erogenous zone. Sasha was barely able to suppressing a moan when the wave passed up over her nipples and down across the folds of her labia. His hand continued to traveled down her legs drawing the warmth all the way down to the pads of her lower paws.
"You're more sensitive then most, that includes your mind as well as your body." he chuckled. "Didn't quite expect you to take in that much." His voice was labored, but deeper like silk as he whispered right next to her ear "Consider this my apology." he purred. The sound sending tingles through her body again, this time slower, deliberate; before it was calming this time it was tinged with excitement. He was so close she finally caught his scent, he was human, well...sort of. There was something amiss like his scent was in constant flux, it remained human but shifted and changed like it was rotating through different people. As his hands moved from her footpads upwards pausing for just a moment above her cute creamy tummy to collect more warmth before continuing upward trailing the energy with it and coming at last to rest between her breasts. Sasha found herself relaxing again, her body was warm like she was laying out in the sun.
"Nng...Oh...Mmm." Sasha could feel the almost luminous heat spread out to her breast. His hand slipped under the torn garment and cupped one of them. Squeezing ever so lightly she felt a swirling array of tingles massaging her breasts and causes the nipple to harden in the palm of his hand. Smooth skin slid over her nipple as he moved his palm and fingers in slow deep spirals, making her coo with slowly mounting pleasure. Teasing her with a slight pinch his moved to the other one, this time starting on the outer curve and makes circles as he traces along the outside, cupping this one he squeezed bit harder and slid to her already erect nubbin. His touch was mirrored by the swirling warm energy inside of her, continuing massage and sooth her even after his hand had moved on. "Sss" sucking in a slow tight breath, '..ah...yes." Sasha let her pleasure drip from her lips as her tongue drew up along her teeth and ran along the roof of her mouth.
Shifting his attentions lower his fingers cut small trails threw her fur causing little quakes as he made his way back down to her belly, there he spread out his hand using the tips of his fingers to swirl and tickle and scritch large lazy irregular shapes into her pelt. "D...don't...te...tease" she pleaded. Sasha took in a deep gasping breath and tasted the chill night air, its deep contrast to the inner fire caused her whole body to shake.
She felt him move closer to whispering not a fraction above her lips "So kind, so gentle, so lovely." a short pause "Such a strong young sexy.." he trailed off. "I do so love the feel of soft fur and a warm spirit." He lips closed the gap, and she felt something stirring; care, admiration, lust; for her. 'Is that his feelings?' her thought was cut short as his tongue stroke across her lips, she opened her mouth allowing entry. It was a bit longer than expected from a human, 'I can give as good as I get' she thought. Slipping her long tongue into his mouth she felt electric waves as their tongues met and hers tried its best to wrap itself around his and stroked and milk it over and over, causing him let loose a low contented moan into her mouth and the sound caused a vibration in the pool in her stomach. While she tried to deepen the kiss, she notices his left arm that was holding her squeezed her tighter to him, while his right hand moved down to her heated depths. 'Finally.' she grinned inwardly.
Sliding his hand under her suit he ran a finger gingerly across her hot swollen lips, and traced his finger through her slick nectar as he rubbed circles around her little button, she gasped into his mouth and tried to move her left arm. At first it wouldn't budge then slowly she managed to reach out to him in spite of the dull ache. Her hand moved up and met with a warm smooth human face. Spurred on by her touch he let his finger slowly slip into her smoldering velvet fire. His tongue and lips slowed as he moaned louder.
'Can he feel this?' she wondered through the fogy hazy in her brain. Shifting slightly he broke the kiss and moved his to her right nipple and using his tongue to double the sensation his hand had already left there.
Another finger was inserted adding a new depth to her lust, they wriggled and stroked her up and down her ribbed little canal, stoking her passions higher and hotter, embers into flame, flame into an inferno. His fingers curled upwards pressing deep and hard across the roof of her desire as his thumb took long hard strokes across her clit.
"Oh gods...Yeah...unnn...M-more...harder" she cried as her hips, sore or not, kept bucking upwards trying to cram his fingers deeper into her spasming little snatch. He ran his tongue gently across her nipple then circling it quickly again and again as he answered her pleas by rubbing more vigorously letting her ride out her orgasm as long as possible.
"K-Kiss..." she was interrupted by his mouth returning to hers this time silver blue fire poured into her and charged her with his pleasure and lust. It not only filled up her body, but her mind was awash in tidal waves of sexual energy, both male and female pleasure wrapping themselves around her, extending her climax. "Eh-GODS!" She arched her back and her love muscles clamped down hard on the those wonderful fingers not allowing them to escape nor even to move. Her ragged breathing was all that filled her ears, as she got her panting under control she could feel consciousness slipping away. His kiss became gentle, just his lips massaging and nipping at hers. She licked out across his lips, with a sated smile. Before she finally slipped away into a deep slumber, he held her closely and she heard him reciting something she couldn't quite make it out.
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'Stupid sunlight. Someone close the shade.' Sasha grumped as she pulled the warm blanket over her head, causing her feet to plunge out into the cold air. "Eek, what the hell?" she cursed a she sat up strait the sun blinding her. Rubbing her eyes she pulled something warm over her mostly naked form. A moment later she opened her eyes on the 'graveyard' from the previous night. It didn't look so bad during the day, the green vines and lichen making the stones look like little mountains and valleys. She was under a very large tree, the trunk was at least 9' in diameter, that sat in the center of the clearing. Which was no more that 300 meters wide.
Wondering how she was going to get across town naked, she looked to her blanket, noting it was actually a cloak. It was deep blue on the outside very cold to the touch even though it had been out in the sun all morning, the weave was too small to even see. Inside was a warm lining of red, that made her tingle where ever it touched. Her mind traveled back to the previous night and her companion who had stayed with her through her ordeal. 'A Dream?' she questioned 'Ha, not bloody likely. I'm not hurt anymore and I was tucked in with this...nice parting gift, hopefully it isn't a farewell forever gift.' Smiling she said loudly "Apology accepted."
'Just wait until the girls got a load of this thing. Dressing up as a vampire bat won't be so bad in this, I hope they get jealous.' she thought evilly. As she hugged her present close she noted that inside the cloak, at the top-center just below the neck, was written something in silver blue letters,
Cut from a winter's night,
Woven with wisdom arcane;
Softened with gentle caresses,
Conjured by fantasies, inane.
Scented with the spice of desire,
colored in passion's shade;
Chilled by fear and uncertainty,
Worn by those, from which dreams are made.
-The Ever Vigilant
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The End