Darkness-Nightshade
#3 of Darkness
Disclaimer: Nightshade is (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.
"I'm..." the vixen stated again, "I'm mortal." There was a sense of fear in her voice as she spoke, as millennia of immortality was erased from her life after such a simple thing as falling in love with a mortal male. For over ten thousand years, she had reigned as darkness, working opposite her sister of light. For those ten thousand years, she had caused fear, and eased it. She had always been impervious, and had never aged. She was able to become anything and see everything.
But now...she was trapped in this fragile vessel. She was trapped in this one form for the rest of her mortal life, until she became one with the rest of the universe once more. She felt as though her life had been ripped from her body, leaving an empty shell, with only memories of a time when she had reigned supreme. It was greatly saddening, even going as far as being depressing.
As she stood before Scani, her bare fur bristling out of the new cold she was feeling, she began to cry. Her tears fell slowly at first, like the first drops of rain before a big storm, but soon she was openly weeping into her paws, almost afraid to touch herself, due to the fragility of her body. She fell to her knees as she sobbed, almost unaware of Scani's presence. This was true pain...pain she had never felt before in her life. She just wasn't ready to feel this. She wasn't ready to be mortal. She just wanted to curl up and hope she would be returned to her former status.
In between sobs, she felt a comforting paw on her shoulder. She looked up, her eyes pink and puffy, and saw Scani, standing over her, almost like the guardian she had once been to him. His face had a look of concern, yet caring, as he knelt down besides her, gently caressing the small of her back. He reached over with his free paw, and gently wiped away the tears that clung to her eyelashes. She looked at him, her eyes being seen by Scani for the first time, and they had a feeling of emptiness in them. Her head fell to the side, landing on his shoulder and burrowing into his neck, still crying.
Scani sat there, embracing her tightly in his arms, waiting patiently for her to calm down. Slowly but surely, her sobs lessened into mere sniffles, she regained some of the warmth she had felt before, and her body stopped shaking. She raised her head off of Scani's shoulder and looked at him, her vision still blurred by the tears. He was smiling down at her, his eyes full of love beyond that black "mask" all raccoons have. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. This wasn't the kiss of lust they had shared earlier, this one was different. This was the kiss of what she could only assume was love.
Scani helped her up and gave her a warm hug, and she giggled, feeling that "Little Scani" hadn't exactly gone down yet. He blushed, embarrassed, and opened the door out into his room. Turning, he gave her another kiss on the nose, and exited the closet, motioning for her to follow.
The femme took a step and collapsed. Her legs...they were a whole new experience to her. She had never walked before in her life. She'd just been omnipresent, she didn't need to walk. And now, these new appendages, she didn't even know how they functioned. The same thing was true with her arms. They just hung there, like limp and boneless vestigial structures, which were merely there for show. She felt like crying again, letting the tears flood free once more, but none could come out. That same paw hooked under her arm and pulled her up, and then physically lifted her off the ground, carrying her in his arms. Scani placed her down, gently, on his bed, resting her head on his pillow.
As she lay there, she tilted her neck and saw Scani pulling his boxers back on. Behind him, she saw a window, and outside, it was still night time, and the wonderful darkness was present. Her realm was no longer hers, but instead, it was put in the hands of some greenhorn who had no idea what he was doing. This saddened her, but she was done crying. She had to be strong. She had always been strong as an immortal, and now, she had to be strong as a mortal. At least her replacement was doing well, unlike she had done when she'd first taken the position of demi-goddess of darkness. She had been terrible at the job in the beginning, but over time, she had mastered her control. Over time...she would master this new form.
Scani returned to her side, now wearing a pair of jeans with no shirt. He gave her paw a squeeze and smiled before placing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on the bed beside her. She looked at it and feebly moved her fingers, trying to reach them to cover up.
"C'mon," he said kindly, "you just gotta try. I know it may be hard...but you're going to have to learn to move your arms and legs eventually. Besides, if this form is anything like what you were before, I know you're going to want to use your paws a lot."
He laughed at this and took her paw, lacing his fingers with hers and gently tugged on it, trying to get her used to moving the arms. Slowly but surely, she was able to do so, and used her new motion to grab Scani and kiss him in thanks.
"You're so wonderful," she said, "I don't think I would ever have been able to go on if this had happened, and I wasn't with you."
"Thanks," he said, blushing, "but we're not finished yet...you know...we've had sex twice...and I don't even know your name."
"Well..." she responded, "I...never had a name. I was always known as Darkness, but it doesn't suit me anymore...that was my name when I was...immortal."
"Hmm..." Scani pondered aloud, "Well...you have to have a name in this world. And I don't think it's right for you to just lose your identity. It should definitely be something fitting your...darker side."
She thought about this for a second, trying to think up something fitting, yet realistic. It was harder than one would think coming up with a name would be. She picked up the t-shirt and pulled it on, covering up her breasts, while her nipples still poked through. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, her legs still limp and unmoving. It was almost like that movie, where the woman had sat in a car for thirteen hours, just trying to get her legs moving after being immobile for what, four years?
"I've got it!" Scani exclaimed, standing triumphantly over his little accomplishment, "My cousin...she was having a baby girl...but...she had a miscarriage. Before that happened, she was going to name the girl Nightshade."
"That's not half bad," she approved, "sounds mysterious and sexy, just like me. And if I ever need a last name for anything, I can just go by Darke."
"We'll work on that," Scani laughed as he patted her shoulder, "but we need to work on these legs. It'd be a shame for such a nice pair to go to waste in this bed."
He reached down and shook her left leg, and then her right leg, neither of which gave any response. He reached down to her calf and wrapped his fingers around it and slowly stroked upwards, her leg eventually becoming too wide for his paw to fit around, but that didn't stop him. He repeated this process with her other leg, slowly rubbing her inner thighs.
Nightshade cooed in pleasure. She could actually feel his touch against her new flesh, rubbing her sensitive areas. Before now, she had never known how sensitive those areas were. And yet, despite the wonderful sensations she felt, her legs still refused to move.
Scani continued to rub, now using his claws to scratch at her inner thighs. He could tell by the whimpering that she was enjoying it. His paw moved upward, and he gently dragged a claw up her slit, causing Nightshade to buck wildly. He stopped and blew on her stomach as he used his thumb to rub her clit, while he slowly spread her lower lips wide to see her marvelous, pink flesh. Using his index and middle finger, he pushed in, making Nightshade moan in pleasure. His thumb continued rubbing her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly, loving the sounds she made as she tried to contain her arousal.
Nightshade was squirming from Scani's wonderful motions. She had experienced this many times before, but now, in this body, the feeling, the sexual arousal, it was increased tenfold. His claws, scratching against her delicate pussy walls, and his thumb, pushing against her clit, it was driving her wild. All her feelings of anxiety, all her feelings of fear and sadness, were melting away as Scani worked his magic on her vixenhood.
Scani eased up for a minute, wincing himself as he pushed his fingers in deep, penetrating the thin hymen that proved the virginity of Nightshade's new body. She screamed in pain, having forgotten how painfully it could be to have that happen, after all the times she had done the same to young, virgin girls who were scared of the dark. She groaned and clutched at Scani, digging her claws into his flesh to try and ease the pain she felt within her loins. Soon enough, the pain had subsided, and Scani began pumping his fingers once more, adding his ring finger into her tight, moist snatch. Nightshade felt a heat growing in her crotch, and could only assume it was her first orgasm, drawing closer and closer.
Scani pushed his fingers in once more, and physically pinched her clit between the thumb and index finger of his free hand. This set Nightshade off, sending her into a screaming orgasm, as her juices squirted out of her pussy, and her legs shot into the air, coming down and clamping around Scani's back, practically forcing his face into her pussy. He was a few inches away, and he could smell her heavenly aroma, getting an instant hard on. It was all he could do not to muzzle fuck her right there.
After it was all over, Nightshade sat up on her own, and moved her legs over the side of the bed, sitting on the edge. She pulled on the jeans Scani had provided, and loved the feeling of the tight denim against her bare crotch. She stood up, using Scani to balance as she took her first wobbly steps. She felt like a child, but didn't care. After that amazing experience, she had accepted her mortality, and now was looking forward to life with Scani. If there was anyone she had ever wanted to go mortal for, it was him.
"Hey Night," Scani said, pulling a shirt on from his bureau, "there was something I wanted to ask you earlier, but it didn't seem appropriate with you in the state you were in."
"What is it Scani?" she asked, adjusting her tail through the hole in the jeans. Obviously, he had a wider tail than hers, as the tail hole was far too big and somewhat uncomfortable.
"Well," he said inquisitively, "earlier...in the closet...right before you became mortal...there was that blinding light. What was that?"
"Scani," she answered, "I was darkness itself. When I became mortal, I was no longer darkness. In that brief moment, there was only light in the entire world."
"Really?" he questioned, surprised, "you mean...there was no darkness, ANYWHERE at all?"
"Yeah," she said, "that's the way it happened when the last demi-God became a mortal. It was the demi-God of light. He fell in love with a mortal in ancient Egypt, before recorded history. He revealed himself to her, as I did to you, and the Earth was enveloped in darkness, making my job really difficult. But quickly, the conflict was resolved, and my sister took his place."
"Then," Scani asked, "Who took your place?"
"If the chain of darkness remains intact," she said, "then it would be my brother, who replaced me. He'll do well; he always was a fast learner."
"Night," he started, "I'm sorry that...you lost everything...because of me."
"Trust me Scani," Night responded, "for everything I've lost...I'm sure...there is something even greater...that I have gained."