A Friend in Need
A friend in need is a friend in deed as the saying goes. After escaping from the police for crimes against cyber networking our protagonist goes to the one friend he has always had, a rambunctious woman with a secret she has hidden all her life, when adrenaline meets passion can one friend help another and in the end find something more?
"Don't let fear or insecurity stop you from trying new things. Believe in yourself. Do what you love. And most importantly be kind to others." ~Stacy London
It hadn't been the first time I had a run in with the local police force and it wouldn't be the last. My escapades had landed me in far worse situations and over time I had the scars to prove it. The lights from the ceiling were harsh, white, and too bright for my taste. The room was completely empty sans one heavy steel door leading to freedom and a table where I sat in shackles while being monitored by the biggest baddest bear I had ever seen. His shoulders were widely spaced, at least four feet wide and a chest to match. Never before had I seen such a large officer and my mind raced running scenarios to guarantee my escape.
"Yet again mister Black we find ourselves sitting in the same old room for the same old reason. How long until you learn to quit?" He huffed, a voice as rough as sand paper and eyes as hard as cold steel.
I shuffled not from nerves but from boredom. Every time we ended up in this situation I left with bruises or broken bones, the same old song and dance had left me wanting more out of our little talks, even a game of cribbage would have been more fun than this.
"Again then? Very well." He started as he brought out a file and sifted through the forms. "You make it difficult when you can manipulate tech, I don't like going to the run down part of town and reading through all of this just to give you special treatment."
I rolled my eyes and fidgeted with the cuffs on my wrist. Old tech, basic metal on a spring lock. It would be difficult to get out of it with the bear watching me so intently but not impossible, I needed a distraction.
"Human, age twenty seven, fifteenth arrest this year. You broke into Skall industries and took private information from their encrypted server."
I looked over my glasses and conjured the meanest sneer I could muster.
"That information would put hundreds out of work based on lies."
The bear sighed, his cold black eyes looking at me as his eyebrow raised.
"I know; Manchester Black, champion of the people. You never drop the old Robin Hood charade do you?"
I leaned back in my chair and stared back. Bear got on my nerves every time I was caught and every time he did so to draw a response, a reason to hit me or to break me. He had been the victim of one of my attacks years ago when I had busted the corrupt cop on distributing the drugs he was charged with destroying.
"Nectar is a helluva drug officer. You sure you're equipped to handle me without your honey pot nearby?"
His frown curled into a sneer as his small ears twitched. I saw claws extend from his stubby fingers and for a moment I braced myself for the ensuing beating. Surprisingly Bear remained calm, taking a deep breath as he stood up and walked to the opposite side of the room directly behind me. I could only see him from my right peripheral but I noted exactly how many steps he had taken behind me. He sighed with a sound like air being forced through a thick cover.
"I don't need you anymore Black. I finally buried the evidence file you drew up on me. I know that if I killed you now with the corporations you pissed off the force would say you died during interview. It would be simple really."
Before I could formulate a response his hand was on the back of my head and my face met the cold steel of the table with enough force to almost drive me into unconsciousness. Barely clinging I fought under his rough grasp and looked up with one eye at the cruel smile on his face.
"But doing it quick wouldn't be fun for me, you know? So I think I'll just have to beat you until you stop breathing." He whispered into my ear as claws dug into my scalp.
Well this was the end of ol' Manny Black, hero of the people. I looked out the window and watched the glowing neon trails of the city move as if alive and waited for the first real blow.
But then the phone rang.
The phone, an old piece of archaic technology, rang once then three more times drawing a stunned gaze from both me and the officer holding me down. He let go of my head and stared at me with a glare that only had questions, so I returned the gaze with no answer.
He wandered to the phone and picked up the device with a tense stance.
"Probably the Prime Minister demanding my release." I sneered as he held it to his ear wordless.
As I sat there puzzled as he the lights suddenly went black. The entire building became eerie quiet as I felt something fall onto my head and then to my lap. With blind hands I felt around and picked up a solid tiny object with prongs on the end. A wicked smile crossed my face as I realized it was a hairpin, and only one person I knew had hairpins on them at all times.
"Stella."
The lights flickered and dimmed once more, giving me more than enough time to remove the shackles quietly as the officer pulled his communicator out and demanded to know the situation. Lights flicker once more and I stood, running in two strides to the bare with my hands free and senses kicking in. Two hands reached to grab me but another flicker of light alerted me, and with a flourishing sidestep I got behind the brute and raised my hands, slamming them onto his exposed ears.
A curse resounded in the room as I heard the heavy door open and more footsteps entered the room.
"Sorry boys, this is where I disappear." I whispered, smashing the first in the head with a baton graciously donated by the yelling bear in the dark corner. The second was shocked from the surprise attack and a swift kick to his knee quickly incapacitated him.
I ran down the halls and made my getaway out an open window, landing onto the cold pavement of the city outside. I had made it this far yet I wasn't sure how I'd evade the cops once they found out I escaped. Almost as suddenly as the thought crossed my mind a cherry red motorcycle roared up and stopped right beside me. A black leather covered figure tossed me a helmet and motioned for me to get on and with no other choice and a good indication of who it was I hopped on.
Might have been hours, might have been days but with the adrenaline rush finally seeping away my entire body screamed at me that I had sustained a pretty grievous head injury. I felt my head bobbing up and down, occasionally resting on the shoulder of my rescuer. Questions were raised, how did the entire building lose power? How did the phone ring, how had my rescuer managed to get into the vents to drop the hairpin and then get to their bike as fast as they had? The more I asked the more tired I became.
Finally the bike slowed to a stop outside of a hotel at the end of town. The place was upscale but not so much as to draw attention. I took the helmet off and looked around to get a feel for my surroundings. I saw other bikes, some sporty cars, and a few women of varying races posing at the corners. I was in Dark Town. The gambling capital of the area and a safe haven for all ne'er-do-wells. I found my eyes wandering to a human female walking out of the hotel, her ample breasts heaved against the fabric of her white dress. Had her revealing cut dropped any lower I would have been able to see the smoothed shaved area of an unguarded cunt. Her flowing brunet hair fell like a river down to her hips as she cast me a sidelong, sultry glare.
"This way." Came the muffled voice of my companion.
I was led to the elevator where it dropped down below the city, the lavish gold and silver gave way to industrial brick, steel, and pipes networking through the entire city.
It was home to me.
"You work in the shadows to serve the light."
I turned my head and saw the doors open to reveal a slim hallway with a heavy steel door at the end. I counted thirteen individual security protocols along with a rotating survey and questionnaire that my hero typed in with furious abandon. The doors unlocked with a loud series of clanks and thumps before flooding the hall with blue and white light.
"Come on in Black."
I followed, watching as a wave of messy blue hair followed the helmet as it was removed. I looked, a smile crawling across my sore face as a familiar yet foreign face turned to me. Her canine face was elegant and long, blue lipstick coating a smile as eyes as deep as the oceans stared into mine. Blue and black hair cascaded and melded with the black leather jacket that instantaneously was removed and cast onto a hideous purple shag couch. Her white mask of fur accented the eyeliner as black as the night around us and I smelled the faintest aroma of grease and vanilla.
"Stella. At last we meet." I whispered with a pained grin.
Her hips bobbed and soft white paws gripped my face as her smile widened.
"Manchester Copperfield Black. I was starting to think you were a story they told politicians and CEO's to make them do their paltry donations."
I laughed then grunted, maintaining my posture as I bent over to flourish a bow.
"The one and only Manchester, scourge to Bestial and human companies as well as all who harm the little guy."
Her head cocked to the side and she let out a laugh so pure and joyous angels in heaven would have envied her.
"My, my, my... You are quite the showman."
She turned and pressed her wide tail against me with a flick. Just enough to get my senses going into near overdrive.
"We never have met formally." I started to say as I followed her, watching as she removed a Kevlar vest with a sigh of relief.
"The chats are safer, harder to track. I needed to know I could trust you." She said as she turned to hand me a glass.
I suddenly wished she hadn't as I soon found out without the protective vest she was built like a true athlete and a super model had a child together. her shoulders were curved perfectly and symmetrically, her breasts unbound by a bra perked deliciously beneath a simple tank top. They were definitely not too small and not too big, just enough to overfill my eager hands.
"Oh... dear you must calm down." She said coyly with a grin as her eyes wandered to my battered and blood soaked jeans.
I felt my head swim. I had lost a lot of blood and the fight had taken it out of me. The glass slipped through my fingers as I stumbled, grabbing onto a bar stool I held myself up, feeling her strong hands hoisting me to my feet.
"A shower, some beer, and perhaps some food will get you back to working order."
I grunted an affirmation as she drug me to a architects wet dream of a shower. Sixteen jets sprayed in an arc around me as my clothing was removed and a seat was pulled up. I was put into the seat as jest sprayed me with warm water and liquid soap. My eyes though tired wandered around to Stella as she pulled my arms off and scrubbed me with a brush. Her shirt was soaked and her perfectly blue nipples perked under the fabric. Blood rushed to my head as well as my cock while she touched, eliciting a giggle from her.
"Slow down there cowboy, don't try anything you won't finish, a girl has needs you know."
I laughed and grabbed her arm, turning to gaze into her icy eyes.
"Who says I won't finish?"
Her smile stoked the flames of my lust as her eyes lit up with the same desire I had. Then they dulled, her eyes flashed briefly with hesitation and she handed me the brush.
"Finish up. Take as long as you need."
The door closed behind her and I smiled briefly before falling out of the chair and onto the floor below.
I awoke on the couch. My body had dried and my wounds had been cleaned. The clock on the large television screen notified me that a whole day had passed.
Lovely.
I got up with a renewed strength and looked around noting the silence of the home. The fridge was stocked with my favorite brew and I graciously cracked one open and took a drink.
"Geeze. She must know all about me." I whispered to myself as I looked to the wall behind the counter.
A map was put up with strings linking all of the places I had infiltrated. A detailed list of what files I had taken and where they were sent was outlined in incredible details underneath, and before I could marvel more I heard a faint groan from the door down the hall linked to the kitchen. I quietly tip toed to the door, looking through the crack as another groan echoed from the room.
Stella was under her sheets, her head pushed back into a small mountain of pillows as I noticed a long object being caressed and slammed underneath. her breasts were exposed in all their glorious nakedness, white fur only parted by her pebble like nipples. Her face was contorted in concentration and pleasure, her hands at work down below. I took a deep breath and felt myself go rigid with desire. It had been months since I had been with a woman be it human or otherwise. I reached down and loosened my shorts, pulling them down as I gripped my shaft and stroked to match her slow deliberate movements. Whatever toy she was inserting into herself was of good size, only slightly longer than my own. Her breath caught into her chest as one hand came from the sheets, glistening in juices, she licked each finger dry before pinching her left nipple and pulling.
I could no longer take the waiting. Worst case scenario I'd be back in a cell or dead the next day.
"Need some help?" I called as I entered the room.
Her eyes caught mine and within a half second she threw pillows onto her legs and went to cover her lower body.
"Not shy about your breasts? I'm glad for that." I stated as I reached the edge of the bed.
Her eyes were fire, peering into my soul, no doubt weighing her choices in the matter.
"Why should I be? I've always been told my breasts are quite pleasant." She whispered with a faint edge to her words.
I lowered myself onto the bed, crawling up the sheets and stopping at her legs.
"I saw you had a nice sized toy you were playing with, a shame you don't have something more natural to fill you up."
Her breath steadily got quicker as my hands touched her knees, then moved up closer and closer.
"Stop."
I paused. I looked into eyes that were wet and stepped back, not leaving the bed.
She stared for a long time before speaking.
"You can leave, right now. I'll get changed and we can do whatever is going to happen. If you stay you have to promise not to run away."
I stared at her, mind running with questions.
"I don't want to leave. Just looking at you makes me crazy, and seeing you like this is even more so."
Her eyes narrowed then went soft, with a sigh she took her paws off the pillows and leaned back, her eyes analyzing me, waiting for my next move.
With a calculated grace I stroked her knees and upper thighs through the fabric, my eyes never left hers. Her eyes closed and went wide as my hands went closer. I pulled the pillows off and saw what she was playing with waiting under the thin sheets. With a smile I reached forward and made a motion to grasp the toy, as my fingers entwined around the warm space she whimpered, her eyes closing tight as the object in my hand twitched.
Wait.
I stopped, the object in my grasp was hard yet smooth, it twitched as I grasped, massaged, and slid my hand down into the sheets. An engorged sack rested under the shaft and I soon realized why she had two hands under the sheets.
"You're a Hermadon." I said as the sheets came back and I was greeted by a large smooth blue member. The knot beneath poked from the hood, and her eyes grew wild yet filled with fear as I stopped just to stare.
"I've uh... never seen one, let alone..."
She pushed my hands away and drew herself into herself. The faint sounds of the pornography in the background crushed the silence as I stared at her. Making a decision and cock still hard I crawled to her side and laid next to her, watching the scene on the television as a young feline minx rubbed a vibrating wand across her clit. I grasped my own member and met the rhythm of the cats whines and moans, glancing over to Stella as she stared at me through her hair before relaxing next to me only inches apart.
"What are you doing?" She whispered as her eyes went to my hand working hard on my own building pleasure.
"I'm hard, you're hard. I though at least we could enjoy this porn together." I managed to grunt as I closed my eyes.
She said nothing as her soft paws wrapped around her dripping member, matching my strokes as she glued her eyes onto the screen. As she touched, fondled, and fell into a rhythm I felt myself twitch as her feminine sounds accompanied both of us jerking off. The porn wasn't doing it for me but seeing and hearing her was starting to yield its effect.
"Black... can I touch your cock?" She whispered as her eyes went to my body.
I said nothing, my mind filling with a never explored desire.
"Only if I can touch yours."
Her eyes lit up and a huge smile flashed across her face as she straddled me, the dripping of her cunt covering my cock with a fluid coating. Her paws wrapped around me, her breasts towering over me as her eyes looked with a ravaging hunger at my cock that was being massaged and touched. My own hands reached forward as our cocks remained only a fraction of an inch apart, separated by her paws. I gripped the blue rod and felt her entire body seize up as more of her lubrication leaked from her hot cunt.
"I didn't think you swung this way Black." She joked as her maw opened into a loud groan.
"Well when a friend is in need..." I managed to say as her hands masterfully stroked my rock hard cock.
Her skill with her own cock poured into her affection for mine as we stayed on the bed, both of us stroking the others member as the noises of her pleasure muted the porn in the background.
"I'm surprised Stella," I moaned as a line of drool left her maw to coat both her and my cock, "If you like men why watch women?"
Her smile sent visible shivers down my spine as she released my cock, tipping mine upward into her dripping snatch.
"Because my dear Manchester, I love being fucked as much as I love to fuck." She sighed as her cunt enveloped my entire cock.
She bucked on top of me, one hand pinching her taught nipples and the other fervently stroking her cock. The display of her pleasuring all of herself and the heat of her tight cunt was causing my hips to rise, meeting each of her falls with a powerful thrust. Her breasts rose and fell with greater speed as she fucked me, slamming down and raking nails across my chest as my own hands gripped both her ass and her cock.
"Fuck, Black you sure know how to please!"
I threw my weight upwards, throwing her onto the bed as I took to grabbing her legs while relentlessly thrusting my cock into her moist folds.
"I suggest you don't ignore that glorious cock if you want to finish." I whispered as I leaned down, both my hands gripping her soft mounds as our eyes locked.
She held her hand around her cock, letting the movements of my thrust stimulate her cock to match my movements.
"If... you think about it, you'll come inside of me and see a money shot." She moaned, her hand working faster on her cock as her knot grew in size.
"Then cum Stella, splash those beautiful tits with your cum while I fill you with mine!"
Her eyes rolled backwards as her insides gripped my cock with a death like grip. I felt the bubbling, the boiling, the pleasure it was too much! I felt her seed erupt from her cock, spraying both her stomach, her tits, and mine as she screamed. I poured her insides with my warm juices, thrusting slowly as she milked her cock for everything it was worth.
Her fur was matted with cum, her eyes resting on mine as I slowed my thrusts and fell on top of her.
"Manchester Black... By the gods that was... incredible."
I leaned down and kissed her, her tongue lapping over mine as her cock twitched beneath me against my abdomen.
"Looks like somebody is ready for more." I chuckled as my own cock began to swell inside of her.
"Always, the libido of a man and the desires of a woman."
"Then let's get started, maybe I can try new things."
Her smile widened as she bit her lower lip hungrily.
"Manchester Black, Champion of woman and man." She cooed as her hand gripped the phone on her bedside table.
"But I think perhaps if you give me the data you mined and have hidden in your wrist I might call in some cavalry."
I grimaced and stared down at her as she smiled wickedly.
"I can't give you that information Stella. It's for the people."
Her smile got coy as her claw traced around a cum soaked breast.
"I know, but I think with my background in network security and your good looks we could do more than give info to the people."
I felt my cock twitch at her tone.
"Go on."
She pulled herself up to kiss me, lapping at my neck and nibbling my collarbone as she giggled.
"Why just steal the info for the people when we can steal back the money they stole in the first place?"
Her teasing tone was instantly replaced by a carnal and surprised moan as I gripped her cheeks and pinned her beneath me.
"I like how you think, but the info costs a bit more than one ride."
She smiled, her eyes begging me to take her down.
"You can ride me as much as you like until it's paid."
Her cock released a bead of precum, a promise of what was to come as I glared at her with a grin.
"Deal."