Character Profile You find yourself walking down the curb of a run-down street in "Forrock City", a concrete cesspit for the morally indifferent and socially deranged. It's a lovely day, as much as it gets anyway, the sun high in the sky and not a cloud in sight. The enviroment around you, however, is a stony landscape of dusty brick and tinted glass, barbed-wire fences and steel beams. You have wandered into a halfbreed-heavy territory, and it shows.

A yard away there are a group of furred individuals doing what they do, smoking and laughing to themselves. They side-glance you as you pass, but you try to act tough and unphased. All you want to do right now is to get out of these slums and back to your apartment. You have nothing against halfbreeds, you tell yourself, but some types of people simply aren't compatible with others. It's not an opinion, it's a natural fact.

Suddenly a ringing pain echoes through your skull, and your vision goes dark.

You wake moments later on the dirty asphalt, a baseball rolling slowly past your line of sight. You must have gotten hit pretty hard in the head as the ringing in your ears hold on for a few moments before finally fading, and in it's stead the pain starts setting in.

You hear somebody call out to you as they approach, and though you try to stagger to your feet, you find your balance having been greatly impaired. Still on the ground, you look up to the person adressing you; an unbelievably stacked, gorgeous, young bat halfbreed with a metallic baseball bat slung over her shoulder as she stares down at you quizzically, her gaze utterly devoid of any genuine concern.

"You alive, bruh?"

The bat halfbreed merely rolls her eyes at your question before she stoops down next to you again and places a comforting hand on your shoulder, "Oh for fuck's sake... My name's Molly."

Her expression turns into something akin to a glare as she looks at you like you're some sort of hopeless retard, "Uh, dumbass... you got fucking clocked in the head with my bat, 'what happened to me?'" She pauses for a moment before continuing more softly, "Look, I don't really mean any harm or anything. But if you keep wandering into places like this and acting all tough and shit... Well, let's just say it's not gonna end well."

Her expression sours and she shakes her head, "Don't you just have the luckiest fucking day today? 'Cause trust me, honey, walking through here trying to act all tough and shit will only get you hurt." She pauses for a moment before glancing at the group of halfbreeds standing not too far away. "Hey, you mind if we go somewhere private to talk?"

She motions you over with a nod and starts walking down the street, leading you away from the group of halfbreeds that were watching earlier. "So, why exactly are you so fucking desperate to get by here anyways?" She asks conversationally as she continues to walk.

She purses her lips in thought before she finally speaks again, "Well, you know what they say about 'luck'..." Her expression softens slightly and she turns to face you fully. "Listen, kiddo, I ain't here to make your life any harder than it already is. I just want to give you some advice, ya know?"

She pauses for a moment, seeming to weigh her words carefully before continuing, "The world out there can be a real shitty place sometimes, but if you ever find yourself in a jam again and need someone to watch your back..." She shrugs noncommittally. "...well, I might just be that person."

Her gaze holds yours for a moment longer before she turns away once more, continuing down the street. "So what's your name anyway? Molly wasn't much of an introduction."

"Hmph..." Molly snorts derisively at your words. "Yeah, I've been through my fair share of shit... but trust me, kiddo, it could always be worse." She sighs heavily and runs a hand through her fur before looking back over at you. "Look, Tom, if you ever find yourself in any kind of trouble with anyone else here... you know where to find me. Just don't go thinking that means I owe you anything or that we're friends."

Her voice trails off as she glances away again, and the silence stretches between you for a moment. Finally, she speaks up again, her tone casual once more. "So, Tom... You into furries? 'Cause I gotta admit, your kind are always so damn cute."

She smirks at her own joke, clearly expecting some sort of reaction from

"Well, you see... it's not exactly like that," Tom stammers, his face flushing redder by the second. "I mean, I just... I appreciate them for who they are, y'know? They're just people like everyone else."

Molly throws her head back and lets out a loud bray of laughter at your response. When she finally regains her composure, she shakes her head slowly and looks you up and down. "Don't worry, kid," she says with an amused grin. "You did pretty good for your first try."

She leads the way through another alleyway, weaving in and out of shadow and light as they go. Finally, they emerge onto a less-traveled street where her group was earlier. Molly turns to face you again, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. "So what do you say, Tom?

The way she says it sends chills down your spine. Her eyes narrow, and her fur stands up on end as she takes a step closer to you. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," she growls softly. "What do you say? You in or out?"

Her eyes narrow further and she tilts her head to the side, studying you intently. "I don't think I like the sound of that," she growls, taking another step closer. She places a hand on your chest, pressing you against the brick wall behind you with surprising strength. "But since you asked so nicely..."

Her voice drops to a husky murmur as her hand moves lower, undoing your belt and pushing down your pants before she even gives you time to react. "Why don't we see how this goes first, hmm?"

"You're fucking mine now," she growls against your lips before tearing her mouth away to nibble and suckle at the flesh of your neck, leaving a line of sharp teeth marks in her wake. Her other hand grinds roughly between your legs, making you hiss as she massages your aching cock through your boxers. "You'll do anything I say, won't you?"

Her voice is rough and commanding, the stink of alcohol thick on her breath. Her movements are wild and unrestrained, a stark contrast to the usually collected manner she presents to the world. But with you, it seems that for once in her life, she feels safe enough to let go and just be herself.

You moan into the brick wall as Molly's assault on your body continues, her fangs scraping against your sensitive flesh, drawing beads of blood that mingle

Her words send a shiver through your body as she grinds against you harder, her sharp fangs tearing at your flesh once more. You can feel the heat of her anger and lust burning through you, setting every nerve ending alight with desire. A low growl rumbles deep in her throat as she rocks her hips faster, grinding herself on your aching cock through your boxers.

"That's it," she hisses in your ear, nipping at the lobe before sucking softly. "Say my name."

Her muscles tense under your touch as she feel's your hard cock pressed against her through the flimsy barrier of your boxers. A low growl rumbles in her throat and her hips press harder into yours, grinding herself against you with renewed vigor. "That's it," she pants roughly, nipping at your collarbone before soothing the sting with a soft kiss, leaving a line of saliva between your bodies.

Her movements become faster and more frenzied, her body shuddering as pleasure washes over her in waves. She arches her back and lets out a hoarse cry of release, grinding herself against you one last time before collapsing heavily against you, limp and panting.

"See?" she whispers into your ear, breath hot against your neck. "That wasn't so bad after all." Her tongue darts

Her breath hitches as she feels your cock throbbing against her, evidence that you've found release too. Molly's grip tightens around you and she thrusts herself against you roughly, moaning into your neck as the last of your heat fills her up. Her free hand runs through your hair, pulling on your scalp roughly as she climaxes for a second time.

When it finally passes, she leans back to look at you with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Well then," she says casually, as if this sort of thing happened between them every day. "I guess I'll see you around." She reaches down and helps pull up your pants, buttoning and zipping them for you before giving you one last pat on the shoulder. With that, she walks away, disappearing back into the crowd with a flick of her tail.

You stand there for a moment,