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The Hallway

Abstinence, sure, it was easy to do when you were either seven years old, and had never done it, or if you were fifty, and had already done it too much. However, Emily was a young and blossoming lady, just now hitting nineteen years old. Sex was new to her, and she wanted more of it! She started so late, at seventeen years old she got her first cunnilingus with the her friend, Michelle. Later that month she had her first sex with an actual cock from Kevin, her study partner in chemistry. She'd only had two other boyfriends in her short time period of experimentation, and one word to those blow hards at her church, and boom! She was slapped on an abstinence program, and kept under lock and key by her parents and her asshole of a brother that told them in the first place!

So there she was, on her pink-sheeted bed, a raccoon girl with no place to go on a Friday night, and a boyfriend that she couldn't contact because they put her on a restricted phone plan. Now she could only call her family members. She knew that at some point the heat would die down, and they would cut the umbilical cord, but who had the patience to wait for that crap? She was nineteen, and perfectly capable of making her own decisions. However, she didn't have a job, and her dad said that she wouldn't be making any decisions if she wasn't paying any bills. Grand, that was just stupendous.

How did people survive without the internet, she wondered? She was more or less twiddling her thumbs at this point, and leaving the room was out of the question. This all happened earlier this week, and the first weekend was always the worst when stuff like this happened. She was going to go crazy! Emily sighed, laying back, her head hitting the pillow hard, and her arms splayed out to her sides. She turned her head to the outside world. It was a beautiful night, and the moon was so full. The raccoon girl turned over onto her stomach, and stuffed her pillow into her face. Maybe if she suffocated herself enough she would pass out and it would be daytime again.

They say that when you are unable to drink water is when you feel the most thirsty. Well the same pretty much went with anything you were use to. Now that she was cock-blocked, she craved nothing more than a nice big hunk of meat being stuff right into her cooch. She rolled over to her side, and her hand stuck between her legs. She pressed two fingers on to her vagina, and shut her eyes tight, a small moan escaping her lips. Her fingers made circles around her labial lips, and she began to breathe a little harder. It wasn't long before she rolled to the other side of the bed, and shut the window shades. At that point she nearly tore her small, pink, polkadotted panties off. Once that was out of the way, she slid two fingers between her very wet lips.

She teased herself, even rolling over onto her knees, her head down on the bed, lifting her gray and black-striped tail into the air and started rubbing her fingers all around her opening. Her fingers ran up and down the pink part of her pussy, causing her legs to twitch slightly. Her middle finger got ever so close to her clitoris, and she opened her mouth a little, starting to pant.

She heard a creak by her door, and she jumped up onto her knees, trying to look for the panties she carelessly discarded. When she couldn't locate those, she reached over and turned off the lamp on her night table and pulled the covers up. She shoved her legs under the bed sheets, and covered herself up to the neck, closing her eyes.

No one came to the door. She half expected it to be her mom, coming in to check and make sure she was still here. Emily stared at the door in her almost pitch- black room. She was ready to close her eyes at a moment's notice in order to make it look like she was already asleep at 9 pm. The thought was absurd to her, but for a girl who could barely leave her room to go to the bathroom, what the hell else was she going to do?

Well, of course, she knew the answer to that. This time she slid her shirt off, and unlaced her bra, letting her boobs bounce free as she threw her bra onto the floor. She grabbed both of her nipples, and began to rub them with her thumbs and forefingers. Her breath became labored once again, and it wasn't long before she got her juices flowing free.

There was the creak again. She froze, and stared at the light under the door. No one was there, she didn't see any shadows at all. There was only stillness. She sighed, maybe it just wasn't worth it. Maybe she should go to sleep.

That was when the door knob began to turn, and the door very slowly squeaked open. She closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep. The door still remained open at length, and she wondered why anyone would be staring at her for so long. That door stayed closed at all times unless otherwise stated. Her family knew that, and her friends knew that. Even Patrick knew that, because when that door closed, he was fucking her dog style. He loved his dog style.

She very slightly opened one eye, and her entire body locked up. Two very dim, glowing green eyes were staring in through the door cracked open. Whoever, or whatever it was, it wasn't anyone she knew. With the light behind it, she could only see its silhouette, but those two eyes kept gazing into her room. At first she thought that maybe it was the trick of the light, or some of her clothes hanging on the doorknob, it was short enough to be that. But what were those eyes? Why did they glow like that?

"Wh-wh-who's there?" She asked in a tiny, high pitched voice. The thing didn't move, and those eyes did not blink. It just sat there, at the lower part of the door. She did not want to say anything else, she didn't want to breathe hard. Her juices stopped flowing, and she didn't want to masturbate anymore, she just wanted that thing to leave. Emily fled deeper into the sheets, and went underneath them completely so that she couldn't even see it. Maybe if it thought she disappeared, it would leave her alone. That's how monsters worked, right? Or was that hiding under the bed?

After a moment, she peaked out a small part of the bottom of her cover, and was terrified to see that the little shadowy figure had entered her room! It was beside her dresser, and still gazing at her with those two eyes!

"Ah! Please! Please just go away!" She sat up in her bed, using the comforter to hide her very round, cantaloupe-size breasts. The raccoon girl shook uncontrollably as it just sat there, only this time, there came a very long grin creeping across its face. Her eyes widened, and she backed up against her headboard. "Please." She squeaked out as she closed her eyes and pressed the sheets tighter against her chest.

She opened her eyes again, and now it was beside her bed, grinning with those razor sharp teeth. Now she could see that it had cat ears, and the light reflected on its fur. It had purple and white striped fur, and its eyes continued to glow.

"Greetings." It finally said after such a long time staring at her. Its voice was very low pitched, and close to a whisper. After he spoke, his grin spread wide across his face once more.

"Who--- are you?" She panted, and shook uncontrollably.

"I'm here to grant your wish." He said, inching toward the bed some more, revealing himself just a tad bit. "I am the Gretta Cat, and I only wish to serve you, for a price."

"Grant my wish? I ummm..." She covered her chest up more with her cove. "I didn't make a wish."

"Let's not kid one another." He grinned some more. "You made quite a loud wish."

"I don't remember making a--" Her sentence was cut short as the cat, who revealed himself to be a lot more fit than he let on. He stood up to be around 6', and his arms were so very tone, along with his pecks, and his rock-solid abs. Then her heart melted as he revealed such a well-shaped penis. It stuck straight forward with a little curve upward. "Hhhhaaa..." She breathed out the raccoon girl put eyes on it.

"But... what about my parents? They'll hear us." She said with wide eyes, gazing down at his very impressive manhood.

"Do not trouble yourself with them." He said, and motioned toward the door. She looked behind him to see that the door had vanished, leaving only more wall space.

"Your wish will be granted. However, the price you must pay will change your---" He started to say, but then she uncovered her naked body, got up on her knees and put her head on the bed. Both of her hands reached back and spread her pussy lips out. "What are you doing?"

"Why are you talking? Get to it!" She apparently got over her nervous tendency rather quickly. She was wagging her tail from side to side and wiggling her ass in front of him.

"But... don't you want to know what--"

"What your amazing dick and balls feel like shoved against my pelvic bone? Yes, yes I do want to know." She looked back at him and gritted her teeth, scowling at him.

The Gretta Cat shrugged, and without another word, grasped both ass cheeks, spread them out, and lunged his tongue straight into her pink lips. She let out a squeal, and her cheeks went flush as she began to become delirious with blissful delight. His tongue rubbed all over the pink of her labia, worked its way to her clitoris, and the shivering she began to do gave him the thought to just stay on it. She started to squirm a little bit, calling out several expletives as she felt his cold, wet nose on the edge of her drenched hole.

That was when his tongue moved up to her vaginal entrance, and started working his rough tongue inside of her. He could almost see the steam radiating off of her as he concentrated on it. Her cheeks were beet red, and she could only speak in yelps. The raccoon girl's tail swatted from side to side at that point, and as his tongue found her g-spot, being as long as it was, her claws dug into her sheets and clenched the white bedcover enough to pull it off the corners of the mattress.

"Fuck! Shit! Oh! Jesus fucking Christ! Stop! You're gonna make me--" He suddenly stopped, and she looked back at him, her face full of awe and wonder. She panted, but still turned around to face him on all fours. Her hands grabbed onto his beautiful rod of flesh and she shoved it into her mouth as far as it would go until she gagged on it a little bit. She started slobbering all over it, and sucked on it from mid shaft all the way up to the head, and back again. Her fingers pinched her own nipples as she looked up at him, and he grinned down at Rachel.

She grimaced, and snarled at him. He widened his eyes a little bit, but then saw her turn around and point her ass toward him, in the air. She used two fingers to remove her pussylips, revealing her very pink pussy.

"Now come on! I want that thing shoved into me as hard as you can push it!" She looked back at him, a fire in her eyes that only hot cum could extinguish.

"You don't seem to understand what will happen if I--"

"Ummm, there seems to be a lot of talking and not a whole lot of fucking! Hurry the fuck up and fuck me!" Rachel wagged her tail from side to side. Little beads of juice streamed down from her hole, and dripped down onto the bed sheet.

He shrugged, and grasped her beautiful ass, and drove his very hard cock right into her shapely ass cheeks, pushing them together to get a good grip around his hard on.

"H-hey! What do you think you're doing?" She thought about saying something more, but the bottom of his shaft was still rubbing against her labia, getting hot, sticky juice all over his balls. "Nnn! I thought you--AH!-- granted wishes! When did I ever--GAH!-- ask for a hot dogging?!" Despite her objections, she still rubbed her buttcheeks on his long dick, his precum and her wetness lubricated his humping, and drove him on.

He finally stopped, her groans becoming far too excited and hyped up into small screams, but were cut off as he pulled away.

"What are you doing?! You bastard! Make me cum! I'm desperate!" She shouted back at him, sweat beads on her forehead and her hair already a mess.

"You cannot imagine what will happen when I grant your wish. I cannot tell you that because it was not part of your wish. You will--" He was interrupted as she bucked straight back, and swallowed his entire phallus with her hungry pussy!

The shrieks bellowed as she pushed herself back into his mighty staff. He had no choice, finally, he once again grasped her buns, and pulled her into a deafening thrust. A wave of absolute euphoria clutched her, and spread through her body. With each and every push, he sent a tidal wave of growing desire.

That was, until, she started seeing the ground melt from underneath the bed. The frame tossed and turned as the carpet turned into gelatinous liquid. The bed rocked back and forth, but the walls became mirrors. She could see herself getting plowed, but there was no one behind her. She felt a gigantic dong rippling her entire body, but now she couldn't see anyone. The mirrors slowly began to solidify into what looked like marble, and she tried to turn around to tell the Gretta Cat to stop, to tell him that something weird was going on, but she only spoke in breaths and panting.

Emily's face was covered in sweat, and as much as there was going on around them, she was powerless. His flesh rod pounded her mercilessly, and then she started to feel it. It took longer than she had anticipated it would, but it wasn't long before her mounting pleasure started to stack up high. The final, single thrust came, and he stopped. Her mind blew, and tremors of shivers blared through her very being. The orgasm was that of dreams, beyond reality, and beyond conscious thought. What the Gretta Cat had was good, very good, and it flooded her tender hole to the point of brimming way over.

His cum was thick, and delicious. She rubbed some of it onto her fingers, and slid her tongue over both of them, sticking them in her mouth.

"That was... wow. Just wow." She said, her eyes closed, still lying in her bed. Of course, it was a dream. Who ever heard of something so weird as a Gretta Cat? She smiled, opening her eyes, ready to face the day, even if her parents still grounded her. Then she saw blue trunked trees, and red waterfalls. The sky was purple, and the clouds were solid orange. A sweet, honey smell hung in the air, and everything looked like it was a painting made of nothing but dreams.

"Well," She looked around, her face full of wonder, and her mouth hung open in awe. "Shit."