Fur Thieves (FF/M)

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Fur Thieves

Part 1

Cole Grady couldn’t fall asleep. He had gotten into bed about two hours ago and had been tossing and turning ever since. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, like he’d forgotten something. Possible causes for his insomnia ran through his head rapidly. “Did I turn the oven off? Are my car lights on? Did I leave the dog outside? No wait, I don’t have a dog. Did I lock the front door? What about the back door?” At this Cole opened his eyes. He sat up in his bed and thought hard. “Surely I did, I lock it every night, I probably can’t remember because it’s just muscle memory at this point.” Cole was certain he’d locked it, but his hyper paranoid mind was just as certain that he hadn’t. With a sigh of complete exasperation Cole kicked off his comforter, turned on his bedside lamp and climbed out of bed. He paused for a moment in front of the mirror just before he exited his room. He was 6 feet tall and had an athletic build. He had short black hair which was only slightly messed up from his constant shifting in bed, and dark blue eyes. He wasn’t the type of guy you’d expect to be afraid of the dark, yet here he was having to psych himself up for the short trip downstairs.

Wearing nothing except for a pair of blue soccer shorts, Cole stumbled out of his room and began heading down the dark hallway to the staircase. While his eyes adjusted to the darkness he was able to somewhat clumsily navigate his house. He made it to the bottom of the stairs and turned to enter the living room. His paranoid thoughts returned and he felt like there were multiple pairs of eyes watching him from the dark. He considered turning on more lights, but decided to just check the back door and hurry back to bed. Cole reached the back door and felt for the lock to confirm it was turned to the right. “Of course.” Cole muttered to himself, as the door had been locked all along. Cole turned around to walk back upstairs and froze in his tracks. His eyes had adjusted just enough, and he was confronted with a figure dressed in all black, standing in the doorway to his living room.

Unsure of what to do Cole slowly advanced into his living room, never taking his eyes away from the person in the doorway. He made it maybe only 3 steps into the room when the sound of a gun cocking behind him caused him to freeze again. “Put your hands up and get on the ground.” Commanded a feminine voice from behind him. Cole did as he was told, slowly moving to the ground. The figure in the doorway moved to the light switch and flicked them on, causing Cole to squeeze his eyes shut as he waited for them to readjust. With his eyes still shut Cole felt his hands being brought behind his back, followed by a few loud zzzzzips. He tried pulling his hands apart but was unable to. The assailant standing in the doorway noticed Cole’s struggling. “You’re not getting out of those zipties big guy, just lay there and don’t cause a fuss.” Cole finally re-opened his eyes, blinking a few times in the light. When they finally adjusted he was a little surprised by what he was seeing. Two captors, both women, wearing black mohair turtlenecks and black ski masks. One had red hair flowing out from under her ski mask, while the other was a brunette. They each had on leather gloves, were wearing black leggings and finally each had on a pair of black running shoes.

“Listen girls, I don’t have anything valuable, so if you could just leave me with a pair of scissors and leave we can all just forget this happened.” Cole tried to reason. The brunette captor approached Cole and crouched down next to him. “Ok buddy, we’ve got a fair bit of experience in this area and it’s always a good idea for the captive to just lie still, shut up and let us do our thing. Got it?” As she said this she mockingly tussled Cole’s hair, causing him to pull away as best he could. “Stop teasing the poor guy and let’s get this over with.” The red headed burglar called as she started moving upstairs. “On it!” The brunette called back as she began moving from room to room on the main level. With both girls now preoccupied Cole immediately set to getting himself free. He gradually worked his way on to his knees before clambering into a standing position. With that out of the way, Cole snuck to the kitchen trying to make as little noise as possible. He quietly opened a drawer next to the stove and gingerly moved the items around, searching for a pair of scissors. This task was made exceptionally difficult by the fact that he had to face away from the drawer and rummage through it while looking over his shoulder.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cole felt the handle of the scissors. He let out a silent cheer, his freedom was only moments away. He carefully turned the scissors around in his hand, and positioned the two blades on either side of the first zip tie. He painstakingly cut the tie, which seemed to let out a deafening snap. He cringed at the noise, unsure if it was amplified by his circumstances or actually as loud as it sounded. After what seemed like an eternity, Cole felt safe enough to attempt cutting the last two ties holding his wrists together. As he began to adjust the scissors in his hands a sudden noise from upstairs caused him to quickly look up. As he did so he last his grip on the scissors which fell to the floor, clattering loudly as it settled. Cole froze. His heart was racing again. He strained to hear any sounds coming from either one of his burglars, but was having no such luck. That is until he heard footsteps entering into the living room, followed by the brunette’s voice half shouting “He’s gonna get it now!”

Cole quickly bent down to grab the scissors, trying to cut off the remaining ties so he could defend himself. The brunette charged into the kitchen. Cole stood up and tried to plant his feet but the brunette simply dropped and in one smooth motion swept Cole’s legs out from underneath him, sending him crashing to the floor and knocking the wind out of him. Before he could even think about getting up the brunette had planted her foot on his chest. “This gets a lot worse for you if you try to get up again.” She sternly warned. Cole simply closed his eyes and laid his head back in defeat. Just then the red heads voice cut in, “Nothing valuable huh?” Cole looked back up and the brunette removed her foot from his chest and turned to face her friend. Cole’s heart dropped when he saw what was in the red headed burglars arms. In one arm was a light brown hooded fox fur coat, and in her other arm was a grey mink fur coat. “Oh my god where did you find those?” The brunette asked as a giant smile formed on her face. “They were in a guest room upstairs, and get this, the entire closet was full of coats like these!” Replied the red head. “But that’s not all.” She continued “The guest bed was covered in all kinds of fur and mink and plush blankets.”

“You don’t suppose our little fur fetishist here might have more than what’s just in that room?” The brunette asked. Cole’s eyes widened in fear and shame as his biggest secret was gradually being discovered. The red head noticed Cole’s expression and smirked. She walked over to him and crouched down next to his head, and began rubbing the two fur coats all over his exposed chest and face. “You do have more somewhere, don’t you?” She asked. Cole let out a soft moan. “Show us your collection, and we can take it off your hands. You won’t have to be embarrassed by your secret anymore.” The red head offered as she continued to caress Cole’s torso. Cole looked at the red head burglar, then the brunette. He looked down and reluctantly agreed.

To be Continued

[SoftlySwitching]

I’m absolutely loving the start to this, and can’t wait to see where it leads!

[Solarbeast]

This is an interesting story and I can't wait to read where you decide to take this story.