Short and Sweet Dream Story
So I had this dream last night, and it was very interesting because for the first time in my life I dreamt myself as an anthro raccoon, instead of an anthro fox. I found the dream to be quite interesting, so I wrote it out. I love furry dreams so much. Also, I left out one detail. In the whorehouse there were midget fursuiters, but I found that to be irrelevant to the rest of the story and would draw attention away from the plot so I left that part out haha. Anyways, enjoy, and feedback is appreciated. Also, I almost wrote a dirty bit after this story ends, but that wasn't part of the dream. So idk, we'll see if you guys would like me to write that out for ya as a sequel to this.
The raccoon sighed as he looked around the room. At 21 years old, he wasn't like his other friends who were around him drinking and being silly. He preferred to sit on the outside and observe the actions of his fellow friends, and laugh at their goofy antics. There were four others in the room; a big brown bear, he was the tallest in the group, a red colored shiba inu that stood only slightly taller than the raccoon, a grey opossum that stood at the mid level between everyone else, and a pretty tall brown wolf.
The raccoon paid most attention to the wolf; his actions and gestures always put a smile on the 'coons face. The raccoon had a secret crush on him, but was still way too timid to bring it up to the lupine. The raccoon went and sat down on a nearby couch of the old run down house they were in.
"Hey guys!" The half drunk opossum spoke up. "We should go in to town and have ourselves a real fun time!"
The rest of the group hollered and agreed, and before the coon knew it he was following them out of the half broken door. The weather outside was very grey, yet warm and humid. The small group all hopped in to the late '80s beaten up Toyota, with the lesser drunk shiba as the driver. The raccoon was squished in the middle of the brown wolf and bear in the back seat of the coupe, barely having enough room to breathe.
As they took the short drive in to town, the coon looked around outside of the windows at the run down houses that dotted the landscape around him. The terrain itself consisted of small hills, grey rocks, a few sheer cliffs, and small groves of pine trees here and there.
Before long, they arrived in the not so thriving downtown area, a place that the raccoon rarely visited due to the high crime and drug rates. The raccoon read a flickering neon sign on the sketch, nearly windowless building that read "Pillow & Plushie" and "XXX". The group staggered out of the car and filed in to the double doors of the building, with the raccoon being the last to enter behind the wolf. They were immediately greeted by a few very submissive looking bunnies and kitties that were wearing nothing but thongs. They each hooked a seducing arm around each one of the group members, save for the raccoon. The bear was fortunate enough to get two.
Some quick greetings and flashing of money later, each of the raccoons friends walked towards the back with a little slut. The raccoon's heart sunk a little as he watched the wolf walk to the back with a little bunny.
"I should be the one he takes..." He muttered under his breath.
He decided to walk around the bar area of the whorehouse to do some exploring. He realized that it was just himself and the Dalmatian bartender in the whole room. The dog eyed him closely as he dried off some mugs with a rag. The raccoon turned away from the bartender and was shocked to see a big black wolf staring him down. He was taller than his bear friend, who stood at 6'5", and was wearing nothing but a tattered pair of shorts. His big, hulking frame slightly rose up and down and the canid slowly breathed, licking his lips as he stared at the raccoon.
The look of feral lust that the wolf was giving the raccoon sent shivers down his spine, and then he looked at it his shorts and noticed a growing tent starting to form. Without thinking twice, he turned back around and burst outside through the double doors. The little 5'8" raccoon ran as fast as he could away from the downtown area, and up to the top of hill a few hundred yards away before he stopped dead in his tracks.
'Wait, why am I running?' He thought to himself. 'This wolf is pretty hot, and he has the kind of looks I look for in a male... Maybe I should give him a shot.'
The raccoon turned around to see how far back the wolf was. He was a little less than a hundred yards away, watching him, but this time it wasn't with lust. The wolf had a very stern look in his face as he stood there, ever slightly breathing still. The coon decided against his momentary lapse of reason, and turned back and kept running.
In short time he made it to the edge of a steep, high cliff, with nowhere to go. He looked back to see the wolf quickly closing in on him. The coon decided to jump in to a high pine tree in front of him, and tried to dig his claws in the bark to hold on. His attempts failed as he slowly slid down the trunk of the high tree. His belly started to get a little scratched as the abrasive bark lifted up his shirt and penetrated his fur to lightly cut him.
About half way down, the little raccoon closed his eyes as he tried to hold on. Before he knew it, he felt himself being grabbed by big furry paws. He opened his eyes and looked in to the ice blue eyes of the black wolf, who was cradling him in his big arms. The raccoon whimpered and gave up, submitting to the much more dominant wolf.
The big wolf started walking towards a high cliff on the other side of the small valley they were in. The raccoon couldn't help but shed a tear, not knowing what the Alpha male was going to do to him. As the wolf walked a long, he slowly held the raccoon closer to his body. The raccoon felt so helpless in the arms of such a big creature, but at the same time it made him feel safe.
The black wolf walked him up a small trail of a cliffside, and then in to a big cave with some rocks guarding the front of it. The cave was fairly empty with the exception of what appeared to be a large bed made out of pine needles. The wolf set the raccoon down next to the bed, and then went behind a rock to pull out a large, thick fur blanket. He laid the blanket over the bed, and then grabbed the raccoon and laid him down in it.
The coon was expecting the wolf to take off his shorts and get right down to business, but instead he curled up around the little raccoon and began to cuddle him. The raccoon whimpered and whined a little as he shifted back in to the wolf, enjoying the cuddles. The wolf let out some very deep rurrs, and then started to lick the top of the coons head. The raccoon just smiled, and for the first time in a long time he felt happy.