A sunny afternoon in winter is not exactly the most pleasant of things, but it was not entirely freezing outside.  Although the cold temperatures would not have stopped the flow of people through the outdoor mall, going in and out of shops, purchasing and returning little things they didn’t really need.  A certain voluptuous vampire bat was leaning against the wall outside a Victoria Secrets, sipping on a delicious cup of mocha coffee.  She was bundled up for the weather in a warm charcoal colored coat, a gray beanie on her head, a red scarf around her neck, tight black jeans tucked into furry brown boots and finally knit gloves of a dark black wool that a friend had made her some years back.

	She had stopped to take a break from her window shopping to get something warm and caffeinated into her system since she wasn’t usually out during the day.  If only there was a lingerie shop actually open at two in the morning when she found herself needing new panties.  A sigh escaped her lips as she recalled how a recent ex of hers had been fond of ripping her underwear clean off her body before fucking her senseless.  Why had they broken up again? Oh right he’d tried to choke her during sex.

	She clenched her jaw a little but relaxed immediately afterwards as she looked up at the sky.  She was immortal, so it wasn’t like he could have killed her… but still, it had scared her and infuriated her.  She might actually have forgiven him if she hadn’t already killed him and buried him under four feet of concrete.  She shrugged lightly at that and mentally said ‘oh well’ before suddenly blinking as she felt warmth near her even through her clothes.

	Lowering her gaze, she saw a young feline boy in front of her, squirming nervously as he appeared to do his best to try and look at her but failing each time.  He was also blushing heavily.  She quirked a brow at this and looked over his shoulder at a group of other feline boys grinning and looking in her direction.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that they’d pushed him into talking to her.  “H-he-hel-lo,” he stammered, not a stutter but rather that he was so nervous he couldn’t mouth right.

	“Let me guess, they dared you to come get my number?” she asked curiously, her voice a velvet seduction that only made him squirm nervously more.  Before he could respond, she grinned at him then looked over at his friends.  “I’m going to borrow your friend for a bit, boys,” she called to them before reaching out with her free left hand and taking his right.  “Come with me.  I need a helper to hold my stuff as I shop,” she told him, immediately pulling the boy along as he gave a sound of surprise.

	She dumped her mostly empty coffee cup into the nearest trashcan as she heard the cheers from the boy’s friends.  It took no more than a few minutes for her to pick out the first store she wanted to visit and she pulled him inside.  “So what’s your name?” she asked him curiously as she pulled him over to the athletic clothing section of this store.

	“M-mitch,” he replied, looking like he was starting to go into shock.

	“Well Mitch, my name is Selantra,” she told him with a smile, the silver ring in her lower lip at the left corner of her mouth glittering in the light.  “How old are you, Mitch?” she asked, making small talk as she released his hand and started to rifle through the racks of clothing, picking out a few new tops and a pair of booty shorts that would hug her perky ass while she jogged.  Not that she needed to work out to stay fit- yet another perk of her immortality.  She just enjoyed the physical exertion.

	“Sixteen,” he replied, his golden eyes watching her with disbelief.  Clearly he had thought she’d reject him back there and send him back to his friends with a burn so sick he’d need to aloe his soul.

	“Only sixteen? Wow.  I remember when I was your age,” she told him with a chuckle.  “It was around the time when humans started to colonize the moon,” she explained off handedly.

	The boy blinked, “What’s a human?”

	“Hmm?” she questioned, looking up from the top she had picked out, “Oh yeah. I suppose that was a long time ago.  Nevermind, don’t worry about it.”  She chuckled softly to herself as she went back to picking out clothes, handing them to him to hold so she could have her hands free while they made their way over to intimates.

	After a few minutes he finally spoke up, “Wait, you mean our ancestors from before the plague?”  Clearly he wasn’t going to let the topic go.

	“I wouldn’t call it a plague exactly.  It didn’t kill anyone.  It was the war that resulted from people freaking the fuck out that killed nearly everyone,” she commented once again off-handedly, as if commenting about the bloody weather.

	“The Beast War?” he asked with surprise in his tone.

	“No, the Sandwich War… Of course, silly,” she told him in a teasing tone as she examined a bright pink thong.  “Hey, what do you think of these?” she asked, holding them over her crotch for a second while he gaped then turning and holding them over her ass while she bent over a little.  “Do you think they’d look good on me?” she questioned teasingly.  When he couldn’t even muster a response, she grinned devilishly and straightened.  “I’ll take that as a yes,” she told him with a wink as she placed them on the pile of clothes growing in his arms.

	“The Beast War…” she mused as she turned her attention to a lacy pink bra, “After the virus that the colonists brought back from the moon infected the world, about twenty percent of the human population turned into anthropomorphic animals.  Humans freaked out- as did some of the new races- and a war broke out.  An attempted genocide of the new races that only resulted in the world being devastated by chemical weapons and full out warfare.  All the bestial races survived but the humans…”  Slowly she shook her head as she tossed a few bras onto the pile in his arms.

	“They didn’t realize that the virus made the bestial races impervious to disease, illness and most chemical weapons.  It didn’t make us immortal… the nukes did that,” she commented quietly, her browsing coming to a halt as she held onto one particular shirt.  “You heard about the dangers of nuclear plants right?” she asked him, looking over at him with her crimson eyes.

	“Yeah... that if they should meltdown it could devastate vast areas with radiation for generations,” he replied, a frown upon his features.

	“Well, nukes- or nuclear bombs- have that effect as well as the complete destruction of entire swaths of land.  Think billions of firecrackers going off at once and erasing a country off the map for hundreds of years,” she told him and when his jaw dropped, she smiled, “Thankfully the ones that survived that ordeal have since worked to prevent nuclear weapons from ever existing in this new world.”

	“Wait, you said they made you immortal?” he spoke up when she went back to browsing.

	“Yup.  The bombs wiped out the remaining humans but the bestial races survived barely.  Exceptionally few people of the bestial races changed because of the radiation.  Some gained telepathy, some gained straight up fantasy style magic, while an even more rare few gained immortality.  I was one of them,” she told him with a sigh.  “I remember looking out my window that day- I was from a wealthy family and lived in a rather big house back then.  In secret, you know, cause I was the only one from my family that had changed and my parents had seen through my new body to still love me as their daughter.  They didn’t want me to get caught up in a senseless war… The bomb went off a dozen or so miles from my home and lit up the night sky like nothing I’d ever seen before.”

	She sighed and blinked a few times at the memory of the most horrifyingly beautiful thing she’d ever seen, tears gathering in her eyes.  “Barely a handful of seconds later and the shockwave hit.  I blacked out and when I woke up… Everything was ash and I was naked and alone, completely unharmed,” she whispered then coughed a little and wiped her eyes.  “Enough about that though.  You probably don’t believe me anyways- not that anyone except those that are immortal too have,” she said after taking a calming breath.

	After a few seconds of her looking through the baby doll nighties did he pipe up, “I believe you.”  When she looked at him with a quirked brow, he had this firm, resolute expression.  “It sounds crazy but… I don’t think you are lying.”

	“Oh honey.  If I was lying, you’d never know,” she teased him lightly, reaching over and ruffling his short hair.  With that she said no more on the subject and instead led him over to the fitting rooms.  “I need to try this stuff on.  Bring it on in and set it on the bench for me, hun,” she told him and when he complied, she ushered him out of the stall before closing the door.

	Slowly she pulled off her clothes, folding them neatly beneath the mirror and paused to gaze at her reflection.  She’d not changed even slightly since the explosion thousands of years previous.  So long ago that she’d thought the information about it all had faded into the nothing.  Apparently they still taught it in schools, maybe to keep it all from happening again.  Or maybe the info was just online- probably spread by Zaadin as a slightly hidden warning.  She shrugged and fiddled with the belly ring she had, teasing the dangling silver bat.  Of all the people she’d met, only three were immortal just like her.  She kept in touch with Zaadin but hadn’t seen the other two in over a hundred years.

	“Fuck!  I feel ooooold,” she groaned, squirming a little.

	“You look good for your age though,” came the reply from the other side of the fitting room door, making her chuckle softly to herself.

	“Oh thanks, cause that totally doesn’t make me feel like a granny.  Oh hey, can you tell me how this outfit looks,” she called to him.  “The door is unlocked so come on in.”

	“Okay,” he replied and sure enough, opened the door and stepped inside, stopping and dropping his jaw at the sight of her standing there in all her naked glory.  Large, full breasts capped with pink nipples, a flat toned belly with its silver piercing, a perky butt and toned legs that just didn’t quit.  Her wings shifted on her back, the black webbing between each of the bat-like wing fingers so thin he could have seen the veins pulsing in them.  Chocolate brown fur covered her body with darker brown tuffs at her neck, hips, and ankles.  Short black hair with red tips curled a little around her large bat ears.

	“Well… you gonna stand there or are you going to tell me what you think?” she asked, turning towards him and cupping her breasts in her hands, lifting them up a little.  “Isn’t this outfit just perfect?” she teasingly asked, her gaze dropping to watch his pants quickly turn into a tent.

	With a devilish grin, she walked closer to him, one slow sinuous step at a time before pushing the door closed behind him, her breasts pressed up against his chest as she whispered in his ear while he trembled both in arousal, fear and nervousness,  “Isn’t this better than getting my number?”  She clicked the lock on the door then took a step back before taking his hands and bringing them up to her breasts.  She bit her lower lip as he immediately seemed to snap out of his shock and began to massage her lovely lady lumps.  He wasn’t the Michaelangelo of tit groping, but his enthusiasm, especially when he suddenly ducked his head and sucked on her left nipple, was turning her on.

	She’d planned this whole thing- except for the history lesson- since the second she saw him standing there all nervous and fidgeting.  It was like a game for her most of the time, teasing and playing with a guy before fucking his brains out, but strangely, she felt that this time was different.  Maybe it was because he honestly believed her about her origins, or maybe because he wasn’t trying to force dry fingers into her wet cooter early on like most of her past playmates.  Hell, she couldn’t help but gasp when he suddenly knelt and buried his face between her legs.

	When his rough feline tongue dragged across her delicate folds and teased her nipple, she couldn’t help but grab at his hair and moan softly, her wings twitching as she arched her back.  While he wasn’t exactly the best lover she’d had go down on her, he wasn’t far behind.  Was he naturally talented at carpet munching or was he more experienced than she’d first thought?  Nah. Three thousand years of fucking had honed her radar rather nicely.  She’d experienced the good, the bad and the ugly.  He had to be naturally gifted in the art of jedi tongue lashing.

	Hey wait, when had she leaned back against the wall?  Hell, when had her eyes closed?  When she opened them again, she gave a cry, climaxing hard and soaking his face with a flood of her feminine juices.  He came up sputtering and laughing softly which just make her give a breathy laugh.  “That was awesome! It was like I could feel what you liked,” he told her as he stood, licking on two of his fingers before bringing them to her pussy, slowly rubbing her.  She was crazy sensitive, but it didn’t hurt as he teased her clit in tiny circles.

	“You and me…  best friends…” Selantra panted before pulling Mitch into a deep, passionate French kiss.  She could taste herself on his tongue and that only worked her up more as she turned them and made him lean back against the wall.  Her hands unfastened his belt and pushed his jeans down before she raised one leg, jumping slightly in surprise when she felt his hand hook behind her knee to hold it up.  Her right hand grasped at his shoulder while her left hand closed around his hard feline shaft.  She could feel the firm nubs that were the ‘barbs’ on his cock near the head against her palm, but she knew that they’d pleasure her more than hurt.

	Stroking him a little while she aimed his feline mammoth masher up with her dripping wet pussy, she shivered with desire as he nibbled on one of her big ears.  “Oh yeah, best friends,” she whispered again as she closed her eyes and slowly lowered her hips just enough to take the head of his cock inside her.  He wasn’t monstrous in size, in length or girth.  He certainly wasn’t the biggest cock she’d taken as a matter of fact, but it had been just long enough for her that his bigger than average dick did wonders for her as he took over and pushed himself deep inside her.

	She wrapped her arms around his neck as his left hand cupped her right ass cheek while he thrust his prick into her over and over, plunging in deep.  She rocked her hips against him as she kissed him once again, her tongue sliding in to wrestle with his, feeling him flinch a little when his tongue scrapped against one of her fangs.  “Sorry,” she whispered when he broke the kiss.  “They’re a little sharp.”

	“A little huh? I don’t mind,” he replied almost immediately before kissing her again.  The taste of his coppery blood filled her mouth and she swallowed it down, the burning of pleasure as the blood awoke her hunger urged her on and soon she was pushing her groin against him faster, firmer, wanting more and more.  He kept up with her too, thrusting into her eagerly, moaning into the kiss until she broke it and lowered her head to his neck.  When she bit him there, he sunk his claws into her leg and her ass cheek, a deep groan escaping him as he climaxed inside her.

	The sudden flood of hot, young semen filling her pussy and blood filling her mouth threw her over the edge and she pulled her fangs from his neck and cried out as she came hard, shuddering and shaking against him with the force of her orgasm…

	A few moments later when she regained consciousness, she woke to find herself laying atop him while he stroked her hair.  She blinked as she sat up on his hips, his feline cock soft and sticky against her pussy.  “Did we pass out?” she asked with surprise.

	“You passed out.  I fell on my ass and decided to lay here til you woke up,” he told her, to which they both laughed softly.  When they calmed, she checked herself over, making sure she hadn’t injured herself then stopped when she realized even if she had it would have healed by now.  When she opened her mouth, he answered before she could ask, “Yeah, I’m fine.  Butt’s a little sore but otherwise I’m fine.  Didn’t even kink my tail.”

	“That’s good. I’d have felt awful if you’d been hurt after that pounding you gave my pussy,” she teased softly and lightly played with his nipples as she sat there.  “I should take you back to your friends so you can brag about getting laid in a changing room.”

	She was all smiles til he said seriously, “They don’t need to know that.  They can think what they want for all I care.”  He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist as he gazed into her eyes, “That was incredible and I won’t ruin it by being a dick.”

	She smiled at him and lightly patted his head.  “Oh hun.  Don’t get all soft on me,” she chided softly, “It was your first time wasn’t it? You should get to brag about it.”

	He shook his head, “First time yes, brag about it no.”

	She shrugged her shoulders and slowly stood, the remnants of his climax oozing out of her pussy to slide down her inner thighs.  “Whatever you want, hon,” she told him with a smile before she stretched.

	“What I want is your number,” he told her honestly as he stood and fixed his pants.

	That made her chuckle softly and she walked over to her pants, bending at the waist to flash her ass and pussy at him while she fished her phone from her pocket.  “Fine fine, gawd.  Like I wasn’t going to give it to you in the first place,” she teased softly as she pressed a few buttons and held it out to him.  He immediately pulled out his own phone and pressed a few buttons before both phones made a soft chime to tell them that the contact info swap was successful.  “There.  Call me, text me, beep me if you wanna fuck me,” she told him with a wink to which he chuckled softly.

	“Do you accept dick pics at 3 in the morning?” he questioned as he put his phone away, watching as she dressed once more.

	“Hun, I’d be upset if you didn’t send me dick pics in the wee hours of the morning.  That’s the time I’m usually still awake and bumping.  I’m nocturnal most days,” she admitted as she did the clasp on her bra and adjusted her tits inside the cups.

	“Thank god cause you know, I might not be able to control myself when I think of you,” he told her with a grin.

	She laughed at that and pulled on her top, slipping her wings through the slits in the sweater.  “Look at you, Mister Confidence.  Just an hour ago you were stumbling over your own words,” she teased as she wiggled into her pants.  When she finished dressing, she suddenly turned to him and pushed her fingers into his left pocket.  “A souvenir,” she said simply before winking at him, blowing him a kiss and saying goodbye.  When he pulled out of his pocket what she’d stuffed into it, his cock gave a little twitch and his heart skipped a beat as he stared at her panties in his hand.