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He had been waiting, lurking in the copious pools of darkness between streetlamps for her to return, the expensive car and the nicely dressed old man in the drivers’ seat told him that she’d be gone for awhile. People with money seemed to come in two types: those that would rather buy an hour of quality, or those that would rather get a few hours of trash for the same price. She was tired, she had to be. That bloated hulk of old rotted man couldn’t have put any effort of his own into her, leaving her to do all of the work, and for 4 hours of work at that. She would be weak, distracted, tired and sore. \n\nAroon swallowed a large mouthful of drool to, stop himself from salivating. He watched the fetid pig with his almost-new sedan drive away, and saw the practiced smile fade from her lips as it rounded the corner and left eyeshot. If his tail hadn’t have been pinned down so tightly it would have wagged, but he needed to hide his eagerness. The perfect opportunity, and the one he had been waiting for nigh on 6 nights.\n\nHe slipped into and out of the shadows naturally, his body flowing through them fluidly like an eel in water. He had the foresight to buy clothes for this after his uniform had been ruined during the toss-up with those bitches at the restaurant. He wore a hooded sweatshirt that was worn but not dirty, and black jeans in a similar condition. He didn’t wear socks or shoes because of his digitigrade paws, but he had blackened the fur from his shins down, as well as his arms from the middle of his forearm down. With his lithe frame he could almost pass for a fox, and in the fog that would be her memory tomorrow that confusion would help him. \n\nHe was behind her, finally, as she made her walk up and down Magnolia. He palmed 100 dollars in tips that he’d received for the week, not that he intended to lose them tonight. He walked behind her loudly on purpose, the way that stupid people stomp down the street every day. If they hear you coming from a distance they won’t panic and do something stupid; the reason why you make a lot of noise in bear country. She turned, only a slight twist of her head to one side, before she turned around to face him completely. \n\nShe had probably been attractive, once. She was a tiger, and a large one at that. She had the bone structure of someone who was made to be an athlete, strong shoulders for a woman, a largish chest, and broad, strong hips. Her legs looked fairly toned from walking her trail every night, but showed little else. As toned as she was, she had little muscle, and very little body mass at all for her size. Her bottom ribs were visible under the lower hem of her tube top, her collarbone was clearly visible over her bust. She was obviously not wearing anything underneath the tube top, and underneath the fur-tight fabric her nipples were perked-up from the cool night air. Her tight, black skirt barely covered the bottom of her orange asscheeks, with the pink fabric covering her mound only slightly visible. Her breasts sagged slightly, due to her lack of body fat, and her sunken face made her cheekbones poke out sharply. Her blue eyes were the perfect shade, but they had a dullness to them that sapped them of their life.\n\nShe turned and put on a lewd, flirty kind of smile. He was somewhat small and skinny, and looked too young to be a cop. He had his tail pinned between his legs nervously and looked anxious. [i]He has to be a virgin...[/i] She licked her lips sexily, knowing that virgins are always easy to milk for more cash than they’d usually get. They almost always pay for multiple pops and leave after the first go, either getting suddenly scared of getting caught as their blood flows back into their brain, or not being able to actually go another round. “What’re you lookin’ for out this late, cutey?” \n\nAroon smiled on the inside. If anything could teach someone how to hide disdain and put a veil over their rage, it was working as a waiter. He put on a weak, timid smile as he cut his eyes up at her, his ears twitching and low to feign nervousness. “H-hey. Just taking a walk…” The stutter was a last-minute addition, he had been afraid it would be too much and that she wouldn’t buy it, but she had already took the bait and anything else would just make her swallow it deeper. She stepped to the side letting him walk to her side and put a hand on his arm, brushing her fluffed-if-not-dirty tail against his. \n\n“‘ow ‘bout we walk f’r’awhile sweetie?” She brushed their shoulders together and leant her head down to let her breath wash over his ear. Even over the offensively strong breath mints she’d chewed, Aroon could still smell cock on her breath. “Let’s go this way, hm?” She clutched his arm lightly and tugged him down an alley which turned left into a dead end. The left turn cut off sight of the alley from view, and even if it didn’t it was desperately dark. There was a back door to a business that hadn’t been open for years, covered by an old, yellowed halogen light bulb that was only on because of an old timer. \n\nHe’d followed her quietly. His stomach was rising in his throat, his anxiousness and his anticipation slowly getting the better of him. He couldn’t wait. He slipped his hand through the hole inside the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt, reaching into his belt to slip his index finger into the ring of his karambit as his other hand pulled out the money from his other pocket. “I have a little more than a hundred dollars…” He said as he showed her the wad, the hundred exposed prominently over several other bills, at least one was a twenty. \n\nShe smiled down at him like the proverbial cat who caught the canary and put her hand on the money. “Hmm… that’s just enough… I’ll tell you what-” She knelt down on the dirty concrete, wrapping her palm around the money and pulling it away from him as her other hand moved to his thigh. “I’ll get this guy down here good and ready, and then after that, we’ll see what you’re up for.” \n\nAroon nodded and let her go on. She deftly opened her purse and snuck the money inside with one hand. He let her. He’d get the money back soon enough. For now, he was going to let her go. He was curious what this would feel like, that all these pigs would spend so much so often on it. \n\nShe slipped his zipper down and let her nimble fingers slide inside his fly, his button coming loose already and giving her better access to his twitching sheath. Her other hand slid out of her purse and between her legs, hoping to get some natural lubrication after the old man had used up all of the artificial she’d brought for the night. She tugged the waist of his underwear down to reveal his manhood and moved her head in, her broad feline muzzle opening to take in his exposed tip. \n\nHe leaned forward against the wall, his empty hand bracing himself. He could almost see how weaker men could get addicted to this. Her sandpapery tongue tugged at his flesh, coaxing more from his sheath through her soft, wet lips and across her sharp, teasing teeth. His claws drug against the red brick wall as he swelled completely to fill her maw and kiss at the back of her throat. \n\nShe pulled back and wrapped her paw around his shaft, looking up at him. “You want to cum in my mouth? Or do you want to do something else?” She licked across his tip, smiling up at him. “On my face is 10 dollars extra, in my mouth is 15, if you wan’ me to swalla it’s 25.” She stroked him idly, nuzzling around his crotch and giving licks to his pubic fur and his balls. \n\nHe growled aggressively for a moment before catching himself. If she noticed it didn’t show, as her paw continued to move underneath her skirt and she nuzzled against him. “I want to see you swallow it…” He whispered, still trying to hold his timid voice. He didn’t know why, but somehow holding this deception was satisfying. Next time he’d have to do this part at knifepoint, to see what the difference was. \n\nShe nodded at him and kissed up his shaft to his tip before taking it back in to the base, starting to bob and twist her head around him. It wasn’t long before he emptied into her maw, his muscles clenching and giving a few reflexive thrusts from his hips. She pulled away, not swallowing yet, and turned up to him. When he looked down he was greeted with a satisfying sight, her maw full of him and her swishing it around, being sure he was watching as she swallowed it down. “Hehe, you eat a lot of sweets, don’t you?” \n\nAroon stood straight on still-shaky legs, catching his balance quickly. He scoffed lightly. He hated sweets for the most part, although he enjoyed ginger on almost everything. He had to admit that watching her swallow him with a smile was incredibly satisfying, regardless of circumstances. \n\nShe giggled as she stood up, moving her moist paw to his cock as her other pulled up her purse. He hadn’t gone soft yet, unfortunately, so she was going to have to earn that hundred. “So, what do you want now?” \n\n“What can I afford?” He moved his paw to her chest and gave her breast a squeeze as he pinned her back against the wall with his body. \n\nShe lightly pushed back against him, nuzzling against his cheek inoffensively. “Now-now… you can afford whatever, sugar, but not raw…” She moved her paw from his cock and into her purse to dig out one of the myriad rubbers she kept. \n\nMoving her feline claws away from his manhood was just what he needed, and moving them so close to each other was even better. He moved his free hand quickly to take both of her wrists and moved them over her head, his knee moving between her legs to spread them wide and lift hers up out of the way. She started to scream but the ring of his knife rose up into her bottom rib as he drew from its sheath. She hacked loudly as the air left her body and a crack of metal-against-bone sounded through her thin skin. He thrust up with his hips and buried himself into her, pinning her against the wall with his body and moving the concave edge of his knife to cradle her throat. \n\nHis black lips curled into a smile and his brows furrowed into a predatory half-snarl, half-smile, the sickening yellow in his eyes making her blood run cold. She shut her eyes and looked away, biting her lip to keep herself quiet. She could only hope he was clean and hope that was all he wanted. She kept her head pinned back against the wall, trying to shrink away from his knife. \n\n“Do you still like it?” He growled into her ear as he thrust aggressively and the brick ground into her back and threatened to rip her clothes. \n\n“Wh-what do you want me to say?” She stuttered in hesitation, not knowing what he wanted to keep from cutting her throat. \n\n“Sucking dick and getting fucked all night, taking your money and getting high all day… you enjoy it?” He wasn’t even panting yet, and that scared her. As fast and as savagely as he took her, she didn’t want to think about how long he could keep it up. \n\n“N-no?” She said, hoping it was the right answer. “I-I don’t wa-want t-Ah!” She screamed as he thrust once harder than before, cutting her off. \n\n“You MUST! Where were you before this?! You were stronger, you were healthier, you were more beautiful you were better!” He punched her in the kidney with the ring of his knife again, which would have doubled her over if it wasn’t for his oppressive force holding her against the wall. Her eyes watered from pain and fear as his voice deepened and his grip on her wrists tightened. “You must be fucking stupid! Trade everything in for a fucking needle and do this! You’re worthless!” \n\nHe growled and barked between words punctuating his thrusts, nearly picking her up with each one. He wrapped his muzzle around her shoulder and bit down hard. She felt that familiar pain of mating with a canine, and the smoldering invasion of his release inside her. She grunted out when he almost immediately broke the tie, an act that always left her feeling turned inside-out. He backed away and she fell to her knees, looking down at her as he put himself away. “Just a dumb fucking whore.” He turned his back to her, leaving her on the ground. “Keep the money. I don’t want it after you’ve touched it.”\n\nShe looked up at him and snarled. She didn’t know what it was that had made her angry. Everything he said was something she’d heard before, everything he’d done was something someone else had done before. It was nothing new. She withdrew the pink taser from her small purse and aimed it at his back, then pressed the trigger shakily. The tines shot out in a cloud of compressed gas and glitter, lighting up the alley for a fraction of a second before bringing the dhole to the ground with a yelp. She shot to her feet and ran up to him, taking a clumsy punt at his groin as he lay on his hands and knees, pushing him down onto his face as she ran past. \n\n“DIRTY FUCKER! I hope you dick rots off in hell!” She screamed through tears as she ran toward the curve in the alley. \n\nAroon’s head flicked up, and in a quick, reflex motion he flicked his blade underhanded towards the end of the narrow alley, towards the orange blur in the vision that was still spinning around him. She lurched around the corner but didn’t stop, and he pushed himself to his feet on wobbling legs as adrenaline and the scent of blood dulled the pain in his mind and fuelled his rage. He held onto the wall to steady himself the first few yard before he found his legs again. He counted himself lucky she hadn’t thought to use her claws or else he’d have probably bled to death in that alley. He rounded the corner and saw her, wheezing on the ground in the streetlight, his knife laying around halfway between them. Her blood glimmered almost orange in the unnatural yellow light. “Now… You know…” He panted as he walked to her, catching his breath. “I have to kill you.” He bent down to pick up his knife as he stepped towards her. “I could have let you stay there, but now you’re making me kill you.” \n\nShe barely moved, laying on her back and trying to breath. The blade was heavy, and its weight carried it deep into her side. She’d only done more damage as she pulled it out in her panic. Her eyes couldn’t focus on him, instead staring at the streetlight above her as she slowly slipped into shock.\n\n“If it was on purpose, I could think this was the smartest thing you’ve ever done.” He said as he knelt beside her, tracing the tip of the bloody knife across her chest. With a hard push he buried it through her torso to the concrete, piercing her heart between the 3rd and 4th rib, using the curve of the blade to reach behind her sternum. Blood poured from her chest for three or four seconds before he finally removed the blade, and for few moments more her life left her. Her dead eyes remained open, locked on that light. In the moments before her death, they shined, fear and regret and abject terror. \n\nAroon smiled widely as that light returned and faded so quickly. He returned to himself soon after, though. He felt like it was time for someone to be driving through, he couldn’t recall whether it would be police or not, but it didn’t matter much. He ran across the street and slipped into an alley that he knew led across the block, from there to a parking structure that would take him to a rooftop where he could almost make it the rest of the way home hopping rooves. He made it 3 miles before he heard the first siren. \n\nHe smiled again, his tail wagging freely as he sprinted through the cool, humid summer night. He had so many plans for next time. \n\nEND\n\nTO BE CONTINUED\n\n\nEditor/proofreader credit:
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Aroon curled up his black lips, more of an anticipating snarl than a smile. He had been waiting, lurking in the copious pools of darkness between streetlamps for her to return, the expensive car and the nicely dressed old man in the drivers’ seat told him that she’d be gone for awhile. People with money seemed to come in two types: those that would rather buy an hour of quality, or those that would rather get a few hours of trash for the same price. She was tired, she had to be. That bloated hulk of old rotted man couldn’t have put any effort of his own into her, leaving her to do all of the work, and for 4 hours of work at that. She would be weak, distracted, tired and sore.
Aroon swallowed a large mouthful of drool to, stop himself from salivating. He watched the fetid pig with his almost-new sedan drive away, and saw the practiced smile fade from her lips as it rounded the corner and left eyeshot. If his tail hadn’t have been pinned down so tightly it would have wagged, but he needed to hide his eagerness. The perfect opportunity, and the one he had been waiting for nigh on 6 nights.
He slipped into and out of the shadows naturally, his body flowing through them fluidly like an eel in water. He had the foresight to buy clothes for this after his uniform had been ruined during the toss-up with those bitches at the restaurant. He wore a hooded sweatshirt that was worn but not dirty, and black jeans in a similar condition. He didn’t wear socks or shoes because of his digitigrade paws, but he had blackened the fur from his shins down, as well as his arms from the middle of his forearm down. With his lithe frame he could almost pass for a fox, and in the fog that would be her memory tomorrow that confusion would help him.
He was behind her, finally, as she made her walk up and down Magnolia. He palmed 100 dollars in tips that he’d received for the week, not that he intended to lose them tonight. He walked behind her loudly on purpose, the way that stupid people stomp down the street every day. If they hear you coming from a distance they won’t panic and do something stupid; the reason why you make a lot of noise in bear country. She turned, only a slight twist of her head to one side, before she turned around to face him completely.
She had probably been attractive, once. She was a tiger, and a large one at that. She had the bone structure of someone who was made to be an athlete, strong shoulders for a woman, a largish chest, and broad, strong hips. Her legs looked fairly toned from walking her trail every night, but showed little else. As toned as she was, she had little muscle, and very little body mass at all for her size. Her bottom ribs were visible under the lower hem of her tube top, her collarbone was clearly visible over her bust. She was obviously not wearing anything underneath the tube top, and underneath the fur-tight fabric her nipples were perked-up from the cool night air. Her tight, black skirt barely covered the bottom of her orange asscheeks, with the pink fabric covering her mound only slightly visible. Her breasts sagged slightly, due to her lack of body fat, and her sunken face made her cheekbones poke out sharply. Her blue eyes were the perfect shade, but they had a dullness to them that sapped them of their life.
She turned and put on a lewd, flirty kind of smile. He was somewhat small and skinny, and looked too young to be a cop. He had his tail pinned between his legs nervously and looked anxious. He has to be a virgin... She licked her lips sexily, knowing that virgins are always easy to milk for more cash than they’d usually get. They almost always pay for multiple pops and leave after the first go, either getting suddenly scared of getting caught as their blood flows back into their brain, or not being able to actually go another round. “What’re you lookin’ for out this late, cutey?”
Aroon smiled on the inside. If anything could teach someone how to hide disdain and put a veil over their rage, it was working as a waiter. He put on a weak, timid smile as he cut his eyes up at her, his ears twitching and low to feign nervousness. “H-hey. Just taking a walk…” The stutter was a last-minute addition, he had been afraid it would be too much and that she wouldn’t buy it, but she had already took the bait and anything else would just make her swallow it deeper. She stepped to the side letting him walk to her side and put a hand on his arm, brushing her fluffed-if-not-dirty tail against his.
“‘ow ‘bout we walk f’r’awhile sweetie?” She brushed their shoulders together and leant her head down to let her breath wash over his ear. Even over the offensively strong breath mints she’d chewed, Aroon could still smell cock on her breath. “Let’s go this way, hm?” She clutched his arm lightly and tugged him down an alley which turned left into a dead end. The left turn cut off sight of the alley from view, and even if it didn’t it was desperately dark. There was a back door to a business that hadn’t been open for years, covered by an old, yellowed halogen light bulb that was only on because of an old timer.
He’d followed her quietly. His stomach was rising in his throat, his anxiousness and his anticipation slowly getting the better of him. He couldn’t wait. He slipped his hand through the hole inside the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt, reaching into his belt to slip his index finger into the ring of his karambit as his other hand pulled out the money from his other pocket. “I have a little more than a hundred dollars…” He said as he showed her the wad, the hundred exposed prominently over several other bills, at least one was a twenty.
She smiled down at him like the proverbial cat who caught the canary and put her hand on the money. “Hmm… that’s just enough… I’ll tell you what-” She knelt down on the dirty concrete, wrapping her palm around the money and pulling it away from him as her other hand moved to his thigh. “I’ll get this guy down here good and ready, and then after that, we’ll see what you’re up for.”
Aroon nodded and let her go on. She deftly opened her purse and snuck the money inside with one hand. He let her. He’d get the money back soon enough. For now, he was going to let her go. He was curious what this would feel like, that all these pigs would spend so much so often on it.
She slipped his zipper down and let her nimble fingers slide inside his fly, his button coming loose already and giving her better access to his twitching sheath. Her other hand slid out of her purse and between her legs, hoping to get some natural lubrication after the old man had used up all of the artificial she’d brought for the night. She tugged the waist of his underwear down to reveal his manhood and moved her head in, her broad feline muzzle opening to take in his exposed tip.
He leaned forward against the wall, his empty hand bracing himself. He could almost see how weaker men could get addicted to this. Her sandpapery tongue tugged at his flesh, coaxing more from his sheath through her soft, wet lips and across her sharp, teasing teeth. His claws drug against the red brick wall as he swelled completely to fill her maw and kiss at the back of her throat.
She pulled back and wrapped her paw around his shaft, looking up at him. “You want to cum in my mouth? Or do you want to do something else?” She licked across his tip, smiling up at him. “On my face is 10 dollars extra, in my mouth is 15, if you wan’ me to swalla it’s 25.” She stroked him idly, nuzzling around his crotch and giving licks to his pubic fur and his balls.
He growled aggressively for a moment before catching himself. If she noticed it didn’t show, as her paw continued to move underneath her skirt and she nuzzled against him. “I want to see you swallow it…” He whispered, still trying to hold his timid voice. He didn’t know why, but somehow holding this deception was satisfying. Next time he’d have to do this part at knifepoint, to see what the difference was.
She nodded at him and kissed up his shaft to his tip before taking it back in to the base, starting to bob and twist her head around him. It wasn’t long before he emptied into her maw, his muscles clenching and giving a few reflexive thrusts from his hips. She pulled away, not swallowing yet, and turned up to him. When he looked down he was greeted with a satisfying sight, her maw full of him and her swishing it around, being sure he was watching as she swallowed it down. “Hehe, you eat a lot of sweets, don’t you?”
Aroon stood straight on still-shaky legs, catching his balance quickly. He scoffed lightly. He hated sweets for the most part, although he enjoyed ginger on almost everything. He had to admit that watching her swallow him with a smile was incredibly satisfying, regardless of circumstances.
She giggled as she stood up, moving her moist paw to his cock as her other pulled up her purse. He hadn’t gone soft yet, unfortunately, so she was going to have to earn that hundred. “So, what do you want now?”
“What can I afford?” He moved his paw to her chest and gave her breast a squeeze as he pinned her back against the wall with his body.
She lightly pushed back against him, nuzzling against his cheek inoffensively. “Now-now… you can afford whatever, sugar, but not raw…” She moved her paw from his cock and into her purse to dig out one of the myriad rubbers she kept.
Moving her feline claws away from his manhood was just what he needed, and moving them so close to each other was even better. He moved his free hand quickly to take both of her wrists and moved them over her head, his knee moving between her legs to spread them wide and lift hers up out of the way. She started to scream but the ring of his knife rose up into her bottom rib as he drew from its sheath. She hacked loudly as the air left her body and a crack of metal-against-bone sounded through her thin skin. He thrust up with his hips and buried himself into her, pinning her against the wall with his body and moving the concave edge of his knife to cradle her throat.
His black lips curled into a smile and his brows furrowed into a predatory half-snarl, half-smile, the sickening yellow in his eyes making her blood run cold. She shut her eyes and looked away, biting her lip to keep herself quiet. She could only hope he was clean and hope that was all he wanted. She kept her head pinned back against the wall, trying to shrink away from his knife.
“Do you still like it?” He growled into her ear as he thrust aggressively and the brick ground into her back and threatened to rip her clothes.
“Wh-what do you want me to say?” She stuttered in hesitation, not knowing what he wanted to keep from cutting her throat.
“Sucking dick and getting fucked all night, taking your money and getting high all day… you enjoy it?” He wasn’t even panting yet, and that scared her. As fast and as savagely as he took her, she didn’t want to think about how long he could keep it up.
“N-no?” She said, hoping it was the right answer. “I-I don’t wa-want t-Ah!” She screamed as he thrust once harder than before, cutting her off.
“You MUST! Where were you before this?! You were stronger, you were healthier, you were more beautiful you were better!” He punched her in the kidney with the ring of his knife again, which would have doubled her over if it wasn’t for his oppressive force holding her against the wall. Her eyes watered from pain and fear as his voice deepened and his grip on her wrists tightened. “You must be fucking stupid! Trade everything in for a fucking needle and do this! You’re worthless!”
He growled and barked between words punctuating his thrusts, nearly picking her up with each one. He wrapped his muzzle around her shoulder and bit down hard. She felt that familiar pain of mating with a canine, and the smoldering invasion of his release inside her. She grunted out when he almost immediately broke the tie, an act that always left her feeling turned inside-out. He backed away and she fell to her knees, looking down at her as he put himself away. “Just a dumb fucking whore.” He turned his back to her, leaving her on the ground. “Keep the money. I don’t want it after you’ve touched it.”
She looked up at him and snarled. She didn’t know what it was that had made her angry. Everything he said was something she’d heard before, everything he’d done was something someone else had done before. It was nothing new. She withdrew the pink taser from her small purse and aimed it at his back, then pressed the trigger shakily. The tines shot out in a cloud of compressed gas and glitter, lighting up the alley for a fraction of a second before bringing the dhole to the ground with a yelp. She shot to her feet and ran up to him, taking a clumsy punt at his groin as he lay on his hands and knees, pushing him down onto his face as she ran past.
“DIRTY FUCKER! I hope you dick rots off in hell!” She screamed through tears as she ran toward the curve in the alley.
Aroon’s head flicked up, and in a quick, reflex motion he flicked his blade underhanded towards the end of the narrow alley, towards the orange blur in the vision that was still spinning around him. She lurched around the corner but didn’t stop, and he pushed himself to his feet on wobbling legs as adrenaline and the scent of blood dulled the pain in his mind and fuelled his rage. He held onto the wall to steady himself the first few yard before he found his legs again. He counted himself lucky she hadn’t thought to use her claws or else he’d have probably bled to death in that alley. He rounded the corner and saw her, wheezing on the ground in the streetlight, his knife laying around halfway between them. Her blood glimmered almost orange in the unnatural yellow light. “Now… You know…” He panted as he walked to her, catching his breath. “I have to kill you.” He bent down to pick up his knife as he stepped towards her. “I could have let you stay there, but now you’re making me kill you.”
She barely moved, laying on her back and trying to breath. The blade was heavy, and its weight carried it deep into her side. She’d only done more damage as she pulled it out in her panic. Her eyes couldn’t focus on him, instead staring at the streetlight above her as she slowly slipped into shock.
“If it was on purpose, I could think this was the smartest thing you’ve ever done.” He said as he knelt beside her, tracing the tip of the bloody knife across her chest. With a hard push he buried it through her torso to the concrete, piercing her heart between the 3rd and 4th rib, using the curve of the blade to reach behind her sternum. Blood poured from her chest for three or four seconds before he finally removed the blade, and for few moments more her life left her. Her dead eyes remained open, locked on that light. In the moments before her death, they shined, fear and regret and abject terror.
Aroon smiled widely as that light returned and faded so quickly. He returned to himself soon after, though. He felt like it was time for someone to be driving through, he couldn’t recall whether it would be police or not, but it didn’t matter much. He ran across the street and slipped into an alley that he knew led across the block, from there to a parking structure that would take him to a rooftop where he could almost make it the rest of the way home hopping rooves. He made it 3 miles before he heard the first siren.
He smiled again, his tail wagging freely as he sprinted through the cool, humid summer night. He had so many plans for next time.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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