Your All Mine ((TheWhiteOne))

[Sugar_Cookie189]

You're All Mine ((TheWhiteOne))

Argie stood on the other side of the street, most of her body hidden by her parked car. Her eyes were glued on the house across from her, or more at the window. The curtains were pulled shut, except for a small, probably 2in crack in the middle. While it wasn't much to look at, she was sure she would see her soon. Even just the slightest peek would be enough for her... For a little bit.

For the past six months, she had been standing out here, sitting in her car, watching this one house. Or more women who lived in the house. She was breath taking. A girl that had men fighting to get to her. Hoping to just get a few minutes with her.

Now, Argie wasn't at all ugly, so she knew how that felt. She stood at 5'8'' with pale green skin. Her eyes were a deep purple color, which is sometimes mistaken for black, then her hair, which was a violet color fell down in waves down to her lower back. Her breasts are a large size 32dd, topped with dark green nipples. Then there was her tail that sprouted out right below where her hair stopped, extending about 5ft from her body. And that was just what people could see.

Don't that she liked any of those looks. She was more into girls. Okay, so she loved women. Men were just... sex craved idiots!

No matter how much she liked women though, she never felt this way about anyone before. This obsession with this women was... well her first crazy instinct. Which started about five months ago, when she moved to the city. Argie worked as a deisgner, helping build numberous buildings that now filled the growing city, which was only now starting get popular. Not many people wanted to move to a city that was constantly having construction work done. Now though, with over a hundred buildings up, more and more apartments were being bought. There were only about six or seven cities on this planet, as well as twelve towns. The rest of the planet, probably about 79% was either covered in forest or water. Anyway, the first time she spotted her, she was walking around the city, just looking ove the progess of a few of her designs.

The young women was dressed in a beautiful, flowing skirt, that showed off every gorgeous curve. Then there was her tail that peeked out the bottom, flowing gracefully behind her. Her who body screamed elegant! Especially as she walked. Unable to control herself, she followed the girl, growing more addicted to her as the day wore on. It took everything inside her not to approach her and say something. Anything, but if she did, she was terrified she would end up attacking her on the street.

By the time the women had gotten to her place, it was night out. Argie had spent the whole day following her around. She didn't even go home that first night. Instead, she sat in her car, parked in front of her place, waiting for her to come out again, so she could see her beauty.

This turned into a nightly affair. She would go to work during the day, then at night, she would come back to here place, and watch her. On her days off though, she would spend hours following her around. After a few days, she learned her name Nisha. Even her name oozed beauty. About 2 weeks after she started watching her, Argie noitced the girl staying inside more. She didn't walk to places much. Before she went to bed, she would look out all the window, as if searching for someone. Then she would see her car. The girl would freak out and quickly shut the blinds. "She knows l'm watching."

Taking this as a hint, she stopped seeing her for a few days, putting all her attention on work. Unable to control herself though, she started following her again. This went on and off. She'd watch her for 2 weeks, take a few days off. Then go back to watching her.

Argie's attention went back to the window, seeing the curtains move as someone walked by. Argie ran her long, dark blue tongue over her lips, smiling to herself. "Soon, baby. You'll be all mine." The sun started to ease it's way over the horizan, lightening up the sky. She needed to get to work soon. Before she could open her car door, Nisha passed by the window again, the curtains moving open more, and she peeked out, catchinb her standing across the street.

"Caught again." Instead of freaking out though, she raised her hand, giving at her a small wave, before getting into her vehicle.

 

[thewhiteone]

Nisha K'uri had come to enjoy this planet since she moved here 4 years ago. It was a little cool and dry for her preference, especially in the 3 out of 15 months when it dropped as cold as 50F! Nisha, like the rest of her race (the ishiss), preferred at least twice that temperature, which thankfully, this part of the world was for about half the year.

She was an artist, probably one of the 30 most famous on the planet. In one aspect, she was the most famous: she wasn’t a specialist. She was famous for her paintings, her digital paintings, and her sculptures. Individually, she probably ranked between 35th and 50th in each category, but combined she was a powerhouse in the arts, and her star was still rising.

Granted, there were only about 67 million people on the planet, but it was a very nice reputation to have…especially once she eventually started vying for a male.

Lately however she had been regretting her decision to move here, especially outside of the city.

Until that lacia female started stalking her.

At first, she thought it was just another case of someone regularly traveling through the same area at the same time. There were plenty of people like that. And Nisha was definitely pleasing to the eyes of many, even other races. Standing at 5'4", she had vibrant coloration (eye, skin, nail, and lip color), luxurious purple hair cascading down to her ass with a slender 4' tail emerging from just under it. Her face was beautiful and adorn with four tendrils (similar to WoW draeni). Her beautiful skin was covered in a thin layer of mucous that was smooth to the touch.

So she found the woman’s stares had been flattering at first. Most ishiss females were bisexual, and she had no objection to liaisons with females of other species. But then she noticed the woman following her everywhere. Every street, every store…even outside her own home. It quickly became creepy. When the woman began camping outside her home every night, Nisha started becoming afraid. At first she simply stayed home as much as possible, and walked as little as possible when she went into the city. That seemed to have worked for a few days once the lacia realized that she’d been spotted. Then it was the same thing all over again for two weeks, followed by a few days reprieve. Over and over this pattern repeated itself.

She called the police to try and get a restraining order on the lacia, but as the woman had done nothing illegal, not even approached very edge of Nisha’s property, there was nothing they could do. Hell, the woman had never even spoken a word to her either. Plus, according to them, the woman whose name was Argie, was no one less than major building designers in the city. Meaning, she could afford good lawyers, probably as good as Nisha could.

The woman would stalk her for part of the day, and all of the night. She didn’t know how she managed to find her during the day, but somehow those dark eyes always found her.

Her work changed during these long stressful months. It had been steadily becoming darker, moodier, and edgier as fear, paranoia and stress took their toll. Few pieces were being produced as well. Not only from the emotional and physical tolls, but from the fact that some of them would encounter sudden demises moments after their completion. Paintings torn to shreds, files deleted bit by bit, sculptures smashed in fits of screaming fury.

Sleep was impossible during the night, not with that damn woman out there, or even the possibility that she was out there. She had to sleep during the day (when she could actually fall asleep), and that sleep was increasingly restless and nightmare plagued. Her hair was dulling and fraying, her bio-luminescence was dimming as well.

Her doors had four locks each, and every window had two. The windows never opened. She paid Himdar Security, the best in the city, install their best home surveillance system. If anything happened, either Himdar or the police would be at her home within 5-10 minutes.

And yet, she still woke up trembling from her sleep every time. Because 5-10 minutes was a very very long time when someone was in your house.
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It was dawn now; her tormenter should be leaving for the day. Against her better judgment, she peeked between the curtains and saw that damn woman still out there, but about to leave. The demoness that haunted her every waking moment, that plagued her sleep, paused to wave at her.

Nisha instantly dropped the shade and slammed her back rigidly against the wall. Tremors of fear coursed through her, her hands shaking violently even though she had a gun in one of them. She barely passed the exam to acquire the permit for it. In actuality, she had failed the test because of her trembling hands. Fortunately, the store owner recognized her terror, her need for the protection, so he fudged the numbers just enough for her.

In her current state, she doubted she could hit a wall if she aimed at it.

As the vehicle drove off, she collapsed onto the floor, curled into a ball, and sobbed uncontrollably until she fell into another fitful sleep. A sleep in which those dark eyes followed her everywhere.