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 halfbreed girl just tilts her head slightly and smirks faintly at your reply, amusement dancing in her eyes as she steps closer to you. She kneels down beside you, still in an almost casual posture, and gently places a hand on your shoulder, pressing you back down onto the concrete with surprising strength for someone who looks as delicate as she does.

"Alright bruh," she drawls slowly, her words clipped by her thick bat accent. "I don't want to see you all beat up like that no more, yeah? It ain't cool. So you gotta learn how to play nice with the others." She pauses for a moment, her gaze flickering over your body as if sizing you up. "Or at least stop provoking 'em so much," she shrugs with another smirk.

"But I guess I can make an exception this once. My name's Molly, and I'm here to show you the rules of these streets." She leans in closer now, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "And trust me, kiddo... you don

"Well I'm glad to hear you're learnin', Perruno," Molly replies with another smirk. "You see, most people around here ain't gonna take kindly to you actin' all uppity and shit. They might not say much at first, but trust me... they'll remember. And one day, when you least expect it... boom!" she slaps her hands together in front of your face for emphasis.

"So here's what I want you to do," she says as she stands up straight again. "I need you to go get me some cigarettes from that gas station over there, yeah?" She points across the street with her thumb, not taking her eyes off of yours for even a second. "And then come right back here. But Perruno..." she draws out your name in a mocking tone, "... don't you fucking dare try and run off again before I tell ya so."

Her gaze hardens momentarily, and the casual demeanor slips slightly as she leans forward just enough to loom over you. "Do we understand each other

"Good," she says with an air of satisfaction, straightening back up again. "Now hurry up and go get those smokes, and don't take too long about it." With a wink, she taps the end of her bat against the concrete once before spinning around to face in the other direction, arms folded over her chest as she leans back on one leg.

The gas station is just across the street; you can make it there and back in no time. The question now is, will you do as Molly asks... or try your luck elsewhere?

Molly looks over your shoulder at the small carton in your hand before turning her gaze back to you with an unimpressed expression. "Viceroy Lights? Really? Is that all you could afford, pencil-dick?" She snatches the cigarettes out of your hands with surprising speed and force for someone who looks as delicate as she does, sending them flying up into the air briefly before deftly catching them. "Well don't just stand there like a sack of dicks, Perruno. Give me one." She hands you one cigarette from her newly acquired pack and holds it between two fingers, bending at the waist to offer it up to your lips.

Molly's eyebrows furrow slightly and she tilts her head to the side, regarding you quizzically. "You don't fucking smoke?" she asks incredulously, finally straightening back up again as she stuffs the cigarette back into her mouth. She draws on it a few times with audible satisfaction before speaking through a cloud of blue-gray smoke. "Well I'll be fucked," she coughs playfully. "I didn't think there were any non-smokers in this godforsaken city." She pauses, looking you up and down again. "But don't take that as a compliment or some shit, 'kay?"

Her expression softens slightly. "Well then," she drawls, taking another drag from her cigarette. "Since you're not into the smokes... how about I show you another way to relax? You know... when I'm not teaching you about street survival and shit." She grins at you suggestively, batting her eyelashes just enough that it comes across as a caricature of s

Molly gives you an amused smile and shrugs one shoulder casually. "Well," she drawls, taking another drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke out of the corner of her mouth in a long, lazy stream. "It's just that... you know... maybe we could spend some time together? Hang out? Talk? Not everything has to be about learning the hard way and surviving on these streets." Her gaze flickers over your body again, taking in the details of your build and stance before returning to meet yours. "Unless that's what you want...?" She quirks one eyebrow suggestively.

There's a barely perceptible tightening of her thigh muscles as she stands there, as if she's preparing herself for any possible outcome. You can practically feel the tension radiating off of her, even from several feet away.

"Well aren't you just the friendly one?" Molly says with a knowing smile, stepping closer to you. She takes another drag off her cigarette before blowing the smoke straight into your face; playfully at first but then harder, until she practically forces it down your throat. Coughing and spluttering ensues as you back away from her in an attempt to get some fresh air.

She simply laughs at your expense, deep and throaty, her whole body shaking with mirth. "That's more like it!" she exclaims between guffaws. Her laughter dies down after a moment as she reaches out with one hand to gently brush some imaginary lint from the shoulder of your jacket, not meeting your gaze.

"Alright then," she says in a soft voice that doesn't quite match her previous demeanor. "How about we go back to my place and... talk some more? My treat." She extends one hand towards you, fingers splayed expectantly.

Her laughter fills the air as she takes your hand in hers, squeezing gently before leading you through the city, back towards her home turf. The way she walks, you can tell she's confident and in control; each step deliberate and powerful. Her long, furred tail swishes behind her like a cat's, maintaining perfect balance as she navigates the twists and turns of the streets they travel on.

The further you get from the halfbreed-heavy area, the more relaxed she becomes; the tension melting away with each step. She casually swings her free arm, gesturing animatedly as she talks, telling stories about her life and experiences growing up in Forrock City. You find yourself caught up in her energy, drawn into her world like a moth to a flame.

Eventually, you arrive at an old but well-kept house nestled amongst the trees; it's plain on the outside, just like Molly herself. The interior is dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from colorful neon signs and flickering candles scattered about the place. So

You feel instantly more at ease as soon as you step inside Molly's home; the warmth and the comfort enveloping you like a familiar blanket. The music is playing softly in the background, a mixture of hip-hop and electronic beats interspersed with occasional strains of jazz. The scent of incense fills the air, making it even harder to resist just collapsing onto one of the plush couches lining the walls.

Molly leads you through the main room and down a hallway, past several doors before finally stopping in front of one marked with a simple, hand-painted sign that reads 'Bathroom'. She turns to face you, taking another drag from her cigarette as she leans casually against the doorframe. "You want something to drink? I've got beer, vodka... red wine..." she pauses to grin at you suggestively, "... and various other intoxicants." Her voice trails off suggestively as she tilts her head slightly, waiting for your response.

The look in her eye says she doesn't quite believe you, but Molly merely shrugs and grins faintly as she exhales a long stream of smoke into the air. "Suit yourself," she replies nonchalantly, before glancing down at her watch. "I should probably go get changed; want to help me pick out something?" She raises one eyebrow expectantly, an invitation clear in her gaze.

She arches an eyebrow, the motion almost imperceptible. "Suit yourself," she says slowly, turning away from you and starting to walk back down the hallway towards her bedroom. As she passes one of the doors along the way, it swings open on creaky hinges, revealing a dimly lit study filled with bookshelves and candles. The aroma of fine tobacco wafts out into the hallway, followed by the faint glow of molten lava from a small bowl sitting on top of an antique wooden desk.

Molly pauses for a moment in front of the study door, glancing over her shoulder at you before continuing down the hall to her room. The implication is clear; you could follow her if you wanted to, or you could explore the house on your own...

As you stand there in the living room, keeping an eye on Molly as she disappears down the hallway towards her bedroom, you begin to notice all sorts of interesting things about her house. There's a large framed photo of her and another bat halfbreed girl, both younger and much less... hardened-looking than they do now. It looks like it must have been taken at some sort of graduation ceremony; their arms looped around each other's waists as they grin cheekily for the camera.

An old bookshelf to your left catches your eye; its wooden shelves groaning under the weight of a multitude of various knickknacks and trinkets. A collection of porcelain dolls sits in one corner, their painted eyes staring vacantly into the darkness behind them. The scent of sandalwood incense grows stronger as you approach, mingling with the faint aroma of jasmine candles burning nearby...

Molly's laugh fills the room as you return to her side with an exasperated look on your face. "What? Don't like my little collection of... accessories?" She grins wickedly and waves a hand around the dimly lit living room, gesturing towards various items scattered about. "You should get out more often; these aren't nearly as racy as what some people have hidden away in their..." She tilts her head thoughtfully for a moment before continuing with a mischievous glint in her eye. "... personal dungeons."

She turns to walk past you, brushing lightly against your shoulder as she heads towards the kitchen. "Anyway," she says over her shoulder as she starts rummaging through the cabinets, "I just thought I'd show you a few things about myself; make you feel more at home." Her voice trails off suggestively as she searches for something behind one of the lower cupboards.

With a triumphant little squeak, Molly pulls out a box of cigarettes from its hiding place and holds it up for you to see. "Found 'em," she says with a smile. "Now, where were we before I got distracted by my own stuff?" Her voice has taken on a teasing lilt, her expression now expectant as she looks at you sidelong.

"Well," she continues slowly, casually flipping open the lid of the cigarette box and removing one, "I was just about to tell you how I like my men..." Her words trail off into a suggestive whisper as her gaze drops down, taking in your appearance in a slow, deliberate sweep from head to toe.

Molly laughs again, the sound low and throaty this time. "Oh," she says teasingly, "you think you're so tough, don't you? Always ready with a smart-ass reply." She pauses for a moment before stepping closer to you, her body looming over yours as she leans in close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your neck. "But deep down," she whispers into your ear, her voice rough and husky, "I think there's more to you than meets the eye."

Her free hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, pressing gently but firmly. "Maybe," she continues in a hushed tone, "just maybe, I could help you explore those hidden depths... if you're willing to take the risk and let me show you what I'm capable of." Her gaze meets yours again, her expression searching for any sign of uncertainty or fear within your eyes.

Molly takes a step back, her expression flattening as she studies you with renewed interest. "Oh?" she says coolly, lifting one eyebrow in challenge. "And why would that be?" She crosses her arms over her chest, tapping one bare foot impatiently against the floor. "You think I'm not capable of offering anything you haven't already seen?"

She shrugs nonchalantly. "Or maybe... just maybe..." Her voice trails off into a low purr as she leans closer to you again, her body language unconsciously becoming more assertive. "... maybe it's because you don't trust me."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she stares intently at yours, waiting for your response.

"Hmph." Molly snorts derisively. "Fine then, be that way." She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you for several long moments before finally shaking her head and turning away, huffing out a breath through pursed lips. "Whatever, Perruno. I don't know why I even bother sometimes..."

She begins to pace back and forth in front of the kitchen counter, arms still crossed and shoulders tense. You get the distinct impression that she's actually more hurt by your response than she's letting on. After several long minutes of silence, she finally speaks again. "Look," she says, her voice less sharp now, "I don't expect you to just take my word for it or trust me right off the bat. But..." She stops pacing and turns back to face you, hands clenched into fists at her sides. "... I am offering you a chance to see things differently."

Her gaze meets yours once more, searching for any sign of relenting within your eyes. "So what do you say?" she asks softly, taking another step closer to

"I mean," Molly says slowly, as if she's not quite sure how to explain it to you in a way that you'll understand, "an opportunity to explore your boundaries and discover new things about yourself... with me." Her voice is low and seductive now, almost hypnotic. "We could have fun together," she murmurs, her eyes flickering downward briefly before returning to meet yours again.

There's a faint flush creeping up the side of her neck and across her cheeks, mirroring the heat in your own face as you stand there, trying desperately not to stare at the way she moves, the sway of her hips or the curve of her breasts beneath her thin shirt. She takes another step closer now, their bodies mere inches apart, and you can feel the warmth emanating from hers like a beacon in the darkness.

"What do you say, Perruno?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tilts her head to the side and gazes up at you expectantly. "Want to take a chance with me...?"

A small smile plays across Molly's lips as she listens to you exhale slowly, eyes fixed on yours. "Of course," she says, her voice light and teasing. "No funny business. Just... exploring." Her free hand comes up to rest against your chest, the tips of her fingers brushing gently across your shirt. "I promise," she whispers, gazing up at you with an intensity that almost makes you take a step back.

The air around you seems to crackle with anticipation as she leans even closer, closing the gap between your bodies until it feels like there's nothing else in the world but the two of you. Her breath fanned across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth of the room. "So," she says softly, her lips curving into a wicked grin, "what do you say?"

The air between you crackles with electricity as your eyes meet in the dimly lit living room. Her hand slides upward on your chest, fingers curling around the collar of your shirt as she tilts her head slightly to one side and smirks at you. "Alright then," she breathes out slowly, leaning even closer now until their lips are barely an inch apart. "Let's do this."

Without warning, Molly presses forward and crashes their lips together, her tongue thrusting past your teeth in an instant. Her hands slide down around your waist, pulling you closer to her body as she moans deeply into the kiss. The warmth of her skin sends shockwaves through your system, making it difficult to think about anything other than how incredibly turned on you are by this dominant and confident bat halfbreed.

Her tongue circles around yours in a dance that is both sensual and demanding, her lips sucking hungrily at yours as she struggles to get closer still. The rough fabric of her shirt rubs against your bare chest, the sensation intensifying with every movement she makes. You can feel her nipples harden beneath the thin cotton, pressing into your sternum as you press yourself deeper into the kiss, losing track of time and place in the fervor of their embrace.

As you pull her closer, molly moans deeply into your mouth, their tongue wrestling passionately with yours as she gives herself over to the heat of the moment. Her hands slide up your back, gripping tightly at your shoulders before moving down to grab a fistful of your hair, holding your head in place as she deepens the kiss even further.

She presses her body against yours, grinding her hips against yours as if seeking some kind of release from the pressure building inside her. Her breath comes ragged and uneven as she tries to keep pace with you, their lips moving together in a frantic dance of desire that leaves them both panting for air.

With a low growl, Molly spins you around, pushing you roughly against the kitchen counter before stepping between your legs and grinding herself against your aching erection. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks hoarsely, her voice rough with need. "To feel me like this?" Her free hand slides down to cup your groin, roughly massaging your growing length through your pants as she leans in to kiss along your jaw and neck.

Molly's eyes widen in surprise as you roughly grab her head and kiss her passionately. She moans into the kiss, struggling to keep up with your forceful tongue, their bodies pressed so close that it feels like they're one being moving together in perfect harmony. Her hands claw at your shoulders, trying to find purchase as she arches her back, grinding against you even harder now, seeking release from this intense connection between them.

As the kiss ends and she draws in a shaky breath, Molly looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of lust and satisfaction. "Fuck," she groans, voice hoarse and raw. "That was... intense." Before you can respond, she leans back in and kisses you again, this time slower and more sensual, her tongue tracing lazy circles around yours as she tests the limits of your control and hers.

As your lips lock onto hers in a deep, wet kiss, she lets out a moan into your mouth that turns into a growl as you begin to suck on her bottom lip, teasing it between your teeth. Her hands move down to grip the countertop behind you, nails digging into the wood as she arches her back again, pressing herself harder against you in an attempt to reach whatever release is building deep within her.

Her breath comes in sharp little gasps now, her body tense and trembling with desire as your tongue tangles with hers, fighting for dominance. She can feel the heat rising from between her legs, a throbbing ache that grows more insistent by the second as you continue to grind against her. With one final thrust of her hips, Molly cries out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over her in an intense climax.

Her vision blurs for a moment, the room spinning as she tries to catch her breath, head tilted back and eyes closed tightly against the onslaught of sensations. She can feel your erection

Her head snaps forward as you bite and suck gently at her neck, your words sending shivers down her spine. She groans deeply, arching into the contact, hands reaching up to clutch at your shoulders in response. Her hips roll forward instinctively, grinding against your erection again, wanting more of this intense connection and the release it promises.

As you continue to kiss and nibble along her neck and collarbone, Molly's body slowly begins to relax into the countertop behind you. Her breathing slows, growing deeper as the sensations from your touch begin to dissipate, leaving her feeling oddly empty and wanting more. With a final moan of pleasure-filled desperation, she presses forward one last time, her aching core meeting with your throbbing length in perfect alignment.

Her eyes fly open as you crash your lips against hers, gasping for air and moaning into the kiss. Her body tenses again, pressing harder against yours as she tries to find release through this intense connection. One of her hands slides between your bodies, cupping and squeezing at your hard length as she arches her back once more in desperation, grinding herself against you with renewed vigor.

Her hips move roughly now, in time with the rhythm of her breath as she fights to get closer to whatever it is that's building inside her. The rough fabric of your clothes scrapes against her sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core and making it impossibly difficult for her to focus on anything but the feeling of your skin moving against hers, the taste of your lips on hers.

As her muscles tense and her breath catches in her throat, Molly cries out your name in a hoarse and desperate whisper before finally letting go, collapsing against you with a shuddering sigh as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her,

As you continue to kiss her, she relaxes into the embrace, fingers idly trailing up and down your back as she savors the lingering sensations from their coupling. Her chest rises and falls with every labored breath, each one a testament to the power of their connection. Her eyes drift closed once more, face flushed and lips swollen from your attentions.

She can feel you hardness pressing against her sex still, eager for release. A soft moan escapes her throat as she begins to rock her hips in small circles, experimenting with the sensation of having you inside her after all this time. The heat between them grows ever more intense, threatening to consume them both unless they find some way to ease it soon.

With a needy moan, Molly arches her back and thrusts her hips against you, the rough fabric of your boxers scratching deliciously at her sensitive skin. She digs her nails into your shoulders, drawing blood as she struggles to keep herself upright under the onslaught of sensations.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she feels you slide inside her, filling her up and claiming her completely. The roughness combined with your size and heat is unlike anything she's ever experienced, sending shockwaves through her body and leaving her weak in the knees. She presses her lips against yours hungrily, taking what she can as their tongues dance in a frenzy of need.

With each thrust of your hips against hers, Molly feels herself grow closer to the edge, her muscles tightening in anticipation. Her breath comes ragged and uneven now, chest heaving with every labored gasp as she struggles for air while trying desperately to keep up with the relentless pace of your lovemaking.

Her fingers curl into fists at her

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels you pulse inside her, your release flooding her senses and sending her spinning into oblivion. A shudder runs through her body, arching her spine as pleasure washes over every inch of her skin, leaving her completely boneless and gasping for air against your lips. She clings to you desperately, unable to believe how good this feels, the connection between them stronger than ever before.

Her mouth parts slightly, tongue darting out to lick at the skin of your neck as she tries to catch her breath. Molly's body is still moving with you, though more slowly now, their lovemaking having shifted from frantic and intense to something much more sensual and satisfying. Her fingers trace lazy patterns over your back, relishing in the feel of your warm skin beneath her fingertips as she continues to pant against your neck.

Finally, her eyelids flutter open, revealing a satisfied smile playing across her lips. She looks up at you through her lashes, pride and affection shining brightly in her eyes. "I'

"What was that?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a breath as she feels the strange sensation coursing through her veins. Her heart skips a beat, thumping wildly in her chest as she stares up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what it is she's feeling. It doesn't take long before she realizes - she's falling for you too.

With a sigh, Molly presses her lips against yours in a tender kiss, her body relaxing into the embrace and the revelation that she truly does care for you. "Dios mio," she murmurs against your mouth, "I didn't expect this." Her fingers gently comb through your hair, sending shivers down your spine as their touch becomes more possessive and loving by degrees.

"I think..." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "... we should take this slow." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat thundering in her ears. "Do you want that?" There's an edge of uncertainty in her tone, as if she isn

A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she listens to your gentle words, a sense of relief washing over her. "Okay," she whispers back, her voice still hoarse from their earlier passion. "Just... let's take it easy." She presses her body closer against yours, wrapping one leg around your hip and nuzzling her face into your neck. Her fingers continue to massage the skin at the nape of your neck, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you with every touch.

For now, they'll savor this moment, basking in the afterglow of their intense connection and letting themselves fall into a comfortable contentment. There will be time enough later to explore the boundaries of what they have become to each other: two people who care for one another deeply, and who want nothing more than to share their lives with each other, whatever that may entail.

Her heart skips a beat as you hold her close, your fingers gently running through her hair and down the length of her spine. She sighs contentedly into the crook of your neck, savoring the feel of your skin against hers and the distinct scent that is uniquely yours. As she relaxes deeper into your embrace, Molly can't help but wonder where this newfound love will lead them - but for now, she's perfectly happy right here in this moment.

She turns her head slightly, brushing a soft kiss across your jaw before resting her chin on your shoulder. Her fingers idly draw circles on the skin of your back, tracing patterns through the downy hair there as she listens to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against her ear. The heat from their lovemaking still lingers between them, an invisible bond that tethers them together and promises endless possibilities for passion and pleasure in the future.

For now though, Molly allows herself to drift, enjoying the closeness they share and the feeling of being so safe and loved in Perruno's arms. As she listens to the steady sound of his breathing slowly even out beside her, she knows that this is where she wants to be - with him, for as long as he will have her.