A lost soul
Rain water poured through the gaping hole in the roof of the warehouse, jagged spikes of twisted girders from a long ago shelling. The moonlight shone through it and illuminated the blackened concrete and rubble of the interior. Hard to say what this place was once used for, since the looters had cleared out everything of any use, including the kitchen sink. Metal, tile, anything that wasn't rusted had been used by the scavenger clan who patrolled this area. Gang markings covered the wall, and the telltale pock-marks on one wall showed this must have been used for executions at some point.
The best thing about the place was that no one wanted to be here, it was wet, cold and abandoned. Becca felt she had much in common with it right now, she huddled herself to the side of one of the piles of rubble, staring at the lunar surface through the gaping hole above. The moon was greenish tinged tonight from the poison seething in the atmosphere above. It looked beautiful, for all the fall had done, some of the skylines were breathtaking she thought to herself. A little snow was falling through the opening, and Becca watched it descend and sparkle in and out of the darkness, shivering under the thin towel she was using as a blanket.
The lioness was in her mid 20s, and had the hollow eyed look that newcomers to the streets still have, accented by the fear and loneliness she felt. At least the cold was a good way of taking her mind off that. Her soft amber fur showed a few mangy patches and an ugly scar cut down her left arm, a gift left by a previous boyfriend. She ought to sleep it must be several hours past midnight, her eyes were drooping already, despite the discomfort of the concrete floor. This refuge seemed free of anyone too dangerous and Becca allowed herself time to drift away...
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Something was on her chest, and someone was behind her.
Hazily at first but with growing panic Becca opened her eyes, this wasn't good, suddenly she felt their torso press against her back. "Ah! No!" she was lifted off her feet, a powerful movement that must have taken some strength. She tried to push herself away from her assailant, surprisingly the figure behind her was perhaps an inch or so shorter than her. Her chest was held from behind by a large talon however, black clawed and sharp, it dug into the t-shirt she wore, and was like an iron bar across her, immobile.
"Cute outfit, did you pick that I Love LA shirt yourself? Ironic." the voice was female, and very close to her ear so much so Becca could feel the breath, oddly cold against the sensitive skin there. "Its been a crater for twenty years." a callous laugh. Becca squealed now, as she struggled again "Fuck you! Paws off, choomb!!" she aimed a kick back at the calf of the figure behind her, connecting with something, another kick, harder. "I'sll cut you up good, neh? Real Horrorshow!" she tried to sound convincing, even though the strength of this chicka had to mean she was wired.
"Why doesn't anyone speak goddamn English any more? Sweets, I'm gonna do what I want to you and you are gonna stay still, you 404 on that and Ill be the one doing the cutting." The figure spoke like some corper or maybe a cop, all long words and without an accent. Old school. Becca snarled, trying to head butt the figure behind her. "I aint got nothing, pig!" the grip on her tightened even more, close to cracking a rib and stopping her breathing. She froze then, knowing it was definitely cybertech in there, nothing else could be that strong.
"Now...lets begin." her captor moved her muzzle down along Beccas neck, everso-slightly reducing the grip on her so she could breath again. Now was the time to strike--- Suddenly she became aware of the fangs pressed to her neck, a jerking struggle to get away but it was too late. A soft *crunch* as her neck was penetrated, intense sensation as two fangs cut deep into her fur and flesh, she could feel the teeth slide in and the burning pain, then...something else. Spreading from the wound something like a lush sensation of warmth, something that sent her mind reeling and her heart pounding, like her first taste of a new drug.
"Ahh..Huh...uhhuh...mnnhhh" Becca slumped against her captor, even as she felt the fangs move out again, a rush of her blood following. She lifted her muzzle and became aware now of the dark furred bat which had her in her clutches, pointed ears short leafed snout and deep black eyes with stared up at her as she suckled at the wound. The creature was almost totally naked too, midnight fur covered her small breasts, the nipples erect in the night air, her razor thin body was coiled and precise, no space for cyberware. It made no sense, but right now nothing did.
There was nothing to describe this feeling, erotic, agonizing, intense, she was supplicant to the desires of the one who was now...feeding.. from her, Becca thought of this distractedly as if in a dream. She had never experienced anything like this, the feeling of her lifeblood flowing out but combined with whatever weird narcotic this was that was taking over her senses. She was utterly aroused, moist, squirming in pleasure from this rending of her skin and taking of her vitae. At the same moment she was terrified, listening to the liquid suckling of this bat at her neck, feeling the dabbing tongue on her wound, he muffled moans of her captor who..enjoyed doing this...
She became aware of another sensation now, her chest was no longer constrained, but in this blissed out haze Becca was still unable to move, the bat was sliding talons along her belly, slowly undoing her jeans. "Ohh god..mmhh.." she -WANTED- this...she was momentarily appalled...but also wanted it more than anything. The soft slide of claw along richer pubic fur felt so good, she ground her hips into it, unsure she could take so many sensations and desires at once.
The bat grinned, still supping her blood noisily, perhaps knowing what she was going through, the slick moist sound of being fed from almost fascinating to Becca. The sensation of being drained wasn't unpleasant, like an intense kiss or suck on her neck, whatever narcotics were injected had dulled any pain and there was a subtle eroticism to the feeling even without the aphrodisiacs that seems to be making her wet and slick between the legs.
The claws sank lower to the heated lips of her sex, and the lioness opened herself wide, kicking away her jeans, naked now on her lower half. "Mmmh Fuck...ohyeah...please.." she begged, not believing she was saying. She spread herself, feeling her moistness picked up by the claw, her radiated heat warming it as it danced teasingly along her lips. "Do it! Oh yes do it...!" she gasped, driving her hips down against the thick talons. Her juices smeared themselves along the length of the claw tips, wetting them. All the while the bat continued to suckle on her neck, soft gulps as she drank from her, over and over.
A claw, then another slid itself inside her tight folds. "Oh! Uhkkk...Yes..Ohmigod yess.." Becca pressed herself against the chest of her captor, it had been so long since anyone had touched her there other than herself, she tightened her muscles and sucked in a sharp breath pressing herself down to the knuckle of the bats claw. The scent of her own blood mixed with the musky sweetness of her sex, reaching the lioness and making her whiskers twitch, wanting to be taken in every way. "MMmh that's it.." she ran her paw down and pressed it against the large claw between her legs, feeling it riding in and out, the thumb caressing around the hard nub of her clit.
In some part of her mind she wondered if this was truly to be the end of her, iced by some blood drinking freak in an abandoned warehouse in the barrens. But the ecstasy she was feeling, some kind of drug fuelled sexual bliss that was beyond anything she had previously imagined was an urge that overrode everything. The rhythmic pumping of the bats talons inside her in time with the dragging sucking motion at her neck, was almost too much, she felt herself drifting off, a dizzying reeling sensation. "Oh...ohhh...fuck..!" she managed softly.
She became aware that the feeding from her neck had ceased, indeed a warm soft sensation replaced it and she almost missed it, she felt herself propped against the rubble and the presence inside her slid its talons out. She was far too weak now to attempt an escape. She moaned weakly, reeling in combined desire and hazy weakness. That same soft voice "Shh my dear..I just want to finish you off.." a cold laugh, the naked dark furred bat was kneeling before her now. Becca could see she the bloodstained maw of the creature, as it sank to its knees below her and placed its claw on her stomach.
"MMmm...." a cool breathed muzzle dove itself between the lioness' legs, driving a thick bloody tongue inside her, Becca tensed up and groaned out, shuddering as the bat devoured her soaking pussy. She growled deep in her chest, using what strength she still had to grind herself down into the red sticky maw that was pressed tight to her. The bat was moaning again, the same wanton desiring quality that had been drinking her blood just moments ago, slick tongue like a thick entity inside her. "Ohhh...Yes...Yesss..." Becca was concentrated on nothing but the sensation of this creature taking her, pushing her over the edge and into an intense orgasm.
The mixture of narcotic haze and the bats muzzle were almost too much to take, Becca wished she could scream out in pleasure, but only can manage a soft breathless purring and growling, "Oh...fuck..so...good" panting between each breath. The creature between her legs started sucking at the lioness' clit, flickering her tongue along the sides of it as she urged her on to a crashing release. Blood from the bats cheeks and lips was smearing her thighs and the fur around her pussy. A series of growled whimpers moved through Becca's body and she shuddered violently, the torrent of feeling crashing though her. The sensations too much to take she slipped into unconsciousness, a blissful darkness.
Amma stood and pushed her "victim" back down to the ground, licking her lips, the bat satisfied on both fronts with the lioness. She hooded her eyes, savouring the taste of blood and sex that coated her short snout, brushing her claw over her chest and stretching. "Mmmh Delicious...Who knows, we might meet again..." She fished a blank credstick from her boot and flicked it open "Two Thousand NuYen should keep you alive a little longer, lover." she slid it into the lioness' jeans.
Amma turned, launching herself into the air and swooping out of the moonlit hole in the roof, out into the smog filled barrens skyline, she smiled to herself and did a lazy victory roll, feeling sated on the blood she had extracted. Life after the fall was good for some it seemed, even for one nearly a five hundred years old.