Becky & Anna's Nightmare

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Freddy Krueger, he belongs to Wes Craven.

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Becky sighed, lazing on the lawn chair. Anna giggled and climbed into her lap, “I’m glad you’re my sitter!” Becky grinned, “Me too sweetie.” She pulled the kitten closer to her. A vixen and a kitten.....both had soft fur and green eyes. Becky was a black fox, sixteen and had nice curves. Anna was a pretty kitten, thirteen and just growing into her body. She had orange fur with darker orange tabby markings.

The two cuddled there, next to the pool. The darkness began to settle around them. Anna shivered. “What’s wrong baby?” Becky rolled her ears forward, a worried look on her face. “I just got the chills.” A spark of mischief made the kitten’s eyes glow, “Wanna go skinny dipping?” Her tail flicked in anticipation. Becky smiled, “Oh, such a bad girl....” She whispered before gently sliding her hands under Anna’s shirt, claws gently trailing through her fur. Anna squirmed, “That tickles....” A grin spread across Becky’s maw, “Really?” She tugged Anna’s shirt off, tilting her head down to plant a soft kiss on the kitten’s breast. Anna arched her back and purred softly. Extracting her claws, Anna tore at Becky’s shirt. “Impatient?” Becky whispered. “Yes!” Anna mewled. Becky gently shoved her off and stood, removing her tattered shirt and bra while Anna pulled off her daisy dukes. (Which are the really short denim shorts that show off your ass cheeks.) Becky flashed her fangs, “What about you?” Anna giggled and damn near tore her skirt off, the thin fabric of her panties not surviving her claws, dropped to the ground in pieces.

Moments later they were in the pool, fur soaked and plastered against their bodies. They were too busy ‘playing’with each other to notice the man standing at the pool’s edge. Grinning widely as he watched. Anna turned away, to feign being shy and screeched in surprise, sighting Freddy. His eyes lit up as he laughed, “Two bitches.....this must be my lucky night!” Becky pulled Anna back and growled.....or tried to, it ended up a pathetic squeak. This made the horrid man chuckle, “Time to play......” He disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Anna clung to Becky, their chests were heaving as they struggled for air. Was this real? Or were they imagining it all? Suddenly they were no longer in the pool. They took a few steps backwards, out of shock. Claws clicking on the cement floor. Anna began to shiver again, the scent of fear filled Becky’s nostrils, “It’s okay sweetie, I’ll keep you safe.” She murmured in the kitten’s ear. No piece of shit human was going to get past her. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Shoving Anna against the nearest wall, she stood in front of her. “Alright you cock sucker! I know you’re out there!” Behind her, Anna giggled nervously, “But....he’s a guy....” She ignored Anna, trying to see where this freak human was, “I’m.....I’m not afraid of you!” He was a hideous man, skin horribly burnt and scarred....yellowed sharp teeth, something about his right hand seemed odd. He had been too far away for her to see exactly what was there, maybe he was holding something?

“Oh, really?” The smell of death and musk filled the air. “Yes.” She squeaked. Clenching her jaw she did her best to growl. It was a broken, pathetic puppy growl. The human pressed his nose against hers, his tongue flickered over her lips. A whimper forced it’s way out. She sucked in some air and attempted another growl. The feeling of something cold, slowly moving down her side made her shudder. “I think you’re lying...” His voice was sickly sweet, stepping back he gazed at them. A nice site......he didn’t often have the pleasure of playing with furs, these two also took care of the bothersome business of clothing. Anna’s ears were pressed tightly against her skull, tears sliding down her cheeks. Becky was trembling, but trying to be brave. I’ll soon hear them both scream......Freddy thought to himself.

He saw the scared rabbit look in Becky’s emerald green eyes. Things are about to get fun! She swallowed again and let out a surprisingly loud yelp as she flung herself at him....so much for a war cry! He chuckled as she slammed into him, hardly getting jarred. Her eyes widened as she realized her mistake. “Too late bitch, Freddy’s got ya now!” She felt his arms around her. Jaw trembling as she whimpered softly. “Thought I don’t scare you, mmm?” Eyes closed, her lip curled to reveal milky white fangs, “Don’t you touch her.....or, I’ll...bite you.” She didn’t wish to reveal this was a hallow threat. Bite that? She hated burnt meat...imagine what a shitty taste he’d leave on her tongue.

He raised a brow, “Little bitch, do you really think you’re in any position to threaten me?” She forced a growl, “You...heard me....I’ll....” She trailed off, it wasn’t working. Shuddering, she opened her eyes and forced herself to look at him. Freddy tilted his head down to gaze in her eyes. Soon enough he would watch the life fade from them, but they were pretty, to bad she was a bit old for his liking. He pressed his nose against hers, “Time to play....” She whimpered, “Wha?” She managed before the dream scape shifted. Now poor Anna was curled in a corner, sobbing with fear. It was...a room, a ratty old bed lay against the far wall. Becky glanced over her shoulder and saw it. Forgetting the situation at hand, Becky giggled. He could have a nice room...and a comfortable bed....and he chooses to have that thing?

She let out a yelp of pain as he ran a blade up her back. Blood trickling lightly from the cut. “Now then, about your earlier....suggestion.” He gave an evil grin. She grimaced, oh hells! He wants me to bite him? He began to force her backwards towards his bed. Little Anna all but forgotten. Becky felt him pause. As she looked at him, he craned his neck giving Anna a sideways glance. Though she herself was terrified....she couldn’t let him touch Anna. Letting out a growl of disgust, she plunged her fangs into his shoulder. Gods....did he ever wash this tattered thing? Pulling away from him, she choked back the bile. “Ugh!”

“Awe, you poor bitch!” He chuckled, pushing her over......her body hit the mattress. She could feel every spring trying to force through the fabric. He shoved her hard in the side, “Over more.....lay on your back.” Letting out a piteous whine, “No....I don’t....noooo.” Freddy raised his right hand, “Do as you’re told, bitch!” He pressed a blade against her pink nose, a bead of blood formed there. Trembling, she slowly slid herself over. The springs lightly poked into her back. Blinking back the tears, she gave a soft whine, "Please....no?"

In response, he straddled her. The springs were pressing harder into her back, wincing in pain as he leaned most of his weight on her. She pushed against his chest, trying in vain to shove him off. “I see cuffs are in order...” Almost immediately she felt the cool metal tighten around her wrists, yanking her arms back. He crouched over her, placing his right hand on her cheek, blades resting lightly against her head, left hand braced against the mattress for support. His breath hot against her lips. Kissing her hard, he forced his tongue between her lips. Clenching her jaws tight, she refused to let him in her mouth. She felt the blades trail lightly down her neck, then a stab of pain as he pressed all four of them into her shoulder. Jaws parting in a yelp of pain, he got what he wanted....his tongue shot into her mouth. She thought of biting down....but then decided against it....her last plan wasn’t to brilliant. Jerking her head back wasn’t an option either, she was already pinned to the bed. He explored the inside of her mouth, tongue running over everything. Her eyes bulging, is it me or is his tongue getting longer? She let out a frightened whimper. His tongue snaked back in his mouth, he sat back. Straddling her just over her hips, he leaned all his weight on her, “So...the fearless bitch is not so tough now, are you?” The springs grinding into her, she yelped. Closing her eyes and trying to calm herself....the scent of her own fear made her nose ache.

Freddy sat there, waiting. When no answer came from the stupid bitch, he leaned forward and hissed in her ear, “Would you rather I have my fun with your pussy cat?” Drawing out the word pussy for more emphasis. Becky’s eyes snapped open, the rage blazing in them surprised the Nightmare King. “Oh-ho......I’ve found the soft spot, have I?” He grinned, this is going to be much more fun than he anticipated. He began to torment her with a colorful description of what he would do to the kitty-bitch. Sending Becky into a snarling rage, she began bucking and squirming beneath him, no longer caring about the painful springs. Straining against the cuffs that bound her. She honestly did not want to bite him again......but if she had to. Shuddering at the thought...she screwed her face in a grimace. It tasted like he never washed that tattered old sweater....having a musty, stale blood and sweat flavor. Jaws parted, tongue stuck out....eyes tightly squinched and ears flicked back. Freddy was trying to figure out just what the fucking hell this crazy ass bitch thought she was doing, when he noticed the look on her face. He sat back again and laughed...well, it was more of a cackle really. He found the way furs made facial expressions quite amusing, especially hers.

Head cocked to ones side, Freddy watched her. Too bad......if only they slept longer. He gave a wistful sigh, I’ll have to wait ‘till tomorrow night for the kitty-bitch....unless I rush with this one. Becky’s fear returned once again as the rage she felt faded. She gazed at him, what was he thinking so hard about? Just fucking slice my ass to pieces and be done with it! No...a little voice shrieked at her, beg him for mercy! Convince him to take Anna...not you! She growled at herself, no! I can’t let him touch her! Well, if he isn’t going to.....oh for Satan’s sake.....will he just do whatever already? Her mind was playing over all the terrible things he could do....the most painful ways of dying and.....other things that are far worse than death. She let out a cry that was a mixture of a frightened squeal and a yelp, beginning another futile attempt at getting free. Writhing, squirming and straining beneath him, the cuffs digging into her wrists.

She suddenly froze.....this was not having the effect she wanted. With all the flailing this little bitch was doing, Freddy was growing hard....well, at least his mind was made up! There would be no rushing. The kitten could wait another night. A wolfish grin played over his face. A flick of his blades and Becky felt cuffs tighten around her ankles, she let out a terrified squeak. Freddy slid off her and stood next to his bed. Becky let out an audible sigh of relief, that is until she heard the rustle of clothing. Forcing herself to tilt her head and see what he was doing, she regretted it immediately. A new wave of terror gripped her heart. He was......going to...he’s....oh Gods....please no!

Isn’t it better that he’s focusing all his attention on you? At least this monster isn’t picking on Anna......poor little Anna. What am I going to do? How can I protect her if.......if I’m pinned and/or dead? Can we return and haunt him? In a twisted way, the thought of being able to haunt him gave her some pleasure. No....he’ll have your spirit trapped somewhere. You saw the movies! He collects you like.......baseball cards. Her whole body shook with silent laughter, yeah....you’re just another card to be stuck in the plastic sleeve and set with the stack of others. So he can leaf through and admire the lot of us fondly, recalling our deaths......so Freddy, the Nightmare King was normal after all! In an odd way, of course. What person hasn’t gone through the collecting stage? It could be cards, books....movies......pictures of the people you kill. It’s all the same, technically.

He was standing there for a while, she was racking with silent sobs....but no tears? Not quite being able to place the expression on her face.....he was just a tad bit confused. Was he....? Hells no! He’d be damned if he was going soft! Fucking....hells! If this bitch thinks her little game is going to save her....his eyes clouded over with rage. Then something came to him, why don’t we play MY way? What seemed to enrage this one was the thought of the other being in pain. Flashing her a sinister smile, his bare feet plodding against the floor....so she could hear as he moved towards the kitty.

What in hells name was he doing? Why....is this taking longer than it should? Shuddering at the thought, do you honestly want him to get to you that badly? No....but.....she’d been raped once before, it never took this damn long! Well, duh! It’s Freddy, moron! He’s having fun watching you go off the fucking deep end first! “I hate you....” Was all she managed to mutter. This made him pause, “Awwwwe.......and I thought we hit it off so nicely, what with you cuddled on my bed and all.....” He rasped teasingly at her as he stood, staring down at the huddled mass of kitty-bitch laying at his feet.

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(Silence.....I am halfway finished.....well, I'll have to make a new chapter, for Anna's nightmare, maybe. And yes....I felt like making Freddy go a bit insane.(Cuz I luff him so much! ~clings~) I'd actually love to see more fanfics with Freddy and some furs damnit! ^_^ Am I the only one that likes furry anthros or what?)