Drinking Milk Straight From The Tap
Plumes of smoke billowed down the streets. A lone woman, smartly dressed in a blouse, slacks, and heels, made her way through a night framed by the ashen moon. Thick hair trailed behind her in the cool whistling breeze, and she shuddered, pausing to look for any signs of life. She fails to notice a shadow that passes over until its upon her, and turns with a high-pitched shriek. Cutting through the nearest grime-slicked alleyway, Celestia skidded and almost tripped on the scattered refuse.
Her mind swam with regrets; that she'd gotten into a fight with her sister Luna. That she'd stormed off in her car, which had broken down a short time later, and that in her pride she'd refused to seek any help, not even a cab call home.
Yet her stalker touches down at the alley's mouth, ghostly silent, her crimson eyes piercing the darkness. A dense miasma rolls around the voluptuous figure who nearly challenges her own. “What do you want? Money?”
“No. You.” She steps forward, mouth splitting into a smirk that bears pointed fangs.
“Fluttershy...?” She recognizes her former student, despite the thick, gothic makeup she now wears, and a scanty costume to match; black silks and fishnets complete unlike what she expected of her. “What do you mean?” She gulped.
Waltzing forward with a sway of wide hips, Fluttershy sauntered over, her pendulum-breasts swishing, bare save for heart-shaped pasties that failed to completely hide her saucer-like, hot pink nipples. Her skirts were transparent, unveiling her slit between thick thighs, her laced up black boots ending in heels. “You should be more like me, pet.”
She backed up a step. “I don't understand-” Suddenly Fluttershy was behind her, and she froze up, seeing the silhouette of leathery bat wings cast in the thin moonlight before her. Wet lips pressed to her neck, daintily nibbled, and Celestia moaned in reflex, her face turning scarlet. “St-stop,” she pleaded, whimpering when fangs teased and threatened to break her skin.
Saliva trailed from Shy's luscious lips once she withdrew. “Why? You should be more honest with yourself.” Delicate hands with long red nails sank into Celestia's top, and in one fluid motion tore it and the bra underneath open, a pair of breasts which put even the vampire's to shame bouncing free and knocking together. “Oh my, they are lovely!”
Celestia panted, her bared tits gleaming under the lunar rays. The tatters of her upper garments were torn away and tossed aside, her nipples perky in the night's chill, pale titflesh dotted in goosepimples. Palms clasped over them, moved them in slow, rhythmic circles, kneading them; and more whorish bleats sounded from her lust-twisted, pinkened face. “A-ah~!”
Shy giggled and planted more small pecks on her nape and ears. “I can smell the musk of your sexhole,” she murmured with a sniff, catching a whiff of her prey's pussy, its moistness seeping through her panties and spreading to the crotch of her pants.
“This...this is wrong,” whispered Celestia in tears, unable to hold back a lewd smile.
“Then why does it feel so right? Surrender.” Slipping a hand down Celestia's garments, she slid them and her panties down, which left a thick trail connected to her tight pink snatch, freeing her from that prison to expose hips and buttocks that somehow dwarfed the vamp's own massive size. She continued to suck and bite on her, one hand bouncing and squeezing a heavy tit, the other sinking a couple fingers into Tia's watery cunt with a wet squelch, exploring its squishy, warm hot pink confines.
She jabbed her fingers in-and-out, left trails of feminine honey dripping down Tia's inner thighs, her bright eyes flashing when she called upon her supernatural powers to banish her own clothes; which were really an extension of herself and so vanished into the ether until they were needed. “My sweet pet,” she cooed and squashed her naked titties into Tia's back.
“I...I want...” Celestia struggled to find the words, head swimming with her brain's pleasure centers tapped directly once the fangs penetrated her neck. Howling with fresh tears, she squirted thick puddles over Shy's fingers.
Flutters sucked at her for several moments, then messily withdrew in tethers of mixed spit and blood. “Delicious.” She licked her pouty lips, cupped Tia's chin. “You're mine now, slave. Are you ready for your real reward?”
Celestia nodded. “P-please, master. I need more.”
“Okay. But first you must do something for mommy.” Fluttershy spread her legs. “Eat me,” she commanded and Tia instantly dropped to her knees. She buried her face in Shy's sticky cunt, started to trace its walls with her warm tongue.
Tracing circles around the soft pink walls, Tia cleaned the slime that drenched them, savored the flavor and texture when it coated her mouth. She darted her tip cervix-deep, paused to plant a couple kisses on her swollen clit and urethra, and Shy clasped hands into her hair. “Good girl. Umph,” she cried with a buck into her face, spurting pussy juice down her throat.
Celestia happily drank it up, the excess rolling down her lips, throat, and sliding over her hanging tits. She clenched her own twat and asshole, the sheer joy of servicing her mistress almost enough to push her over the edge again.
Satisfied that her latest consort was ready for the real thing, Fluttershy traced a slow circle around her own lips with a smack. “Turn and face me,” she ordered and Tia obeyed with a titter. “Now...” She encircled her waist, drew her in, and intertwined their legs so that their dripping cunts rested upon their lover's thigh. Slowly the pair started to grind with wet squelches.
“Will...will you drain me dry?” Tia's eyes were glazed over, half-lidded.
“Tempting, but I've discovered a spell that means I don't have to drain blood anymore. No, I've discovered something much sweeter.” Saying that, she presented one of her tits to her thrall, and took hold of Tia's own. Her eyes flashed, and she wrapped her lips around Tia's nipple, noisily suckled and slurped down the rich, sweet milk that flowed freely from the fatty orb.
Whimpering through her mouthful, Tia returned the favor, suctioned out the creamy treat that filled her mouth and rolled down her throat. She was no truly bonded to her mistress, a prisoner to the pleasure she provided. Excess ran down their mouths and chins, beaded on their supple titties, both losing themselves to their lust and greed, cheerily suckling like newborns.
At the same time they bucked their hips, assscheeks and thighs jiggling under the impact each time their pussy juice-slicked crotches made contact with bare skin and left gooey trails from their puffy sexholes. Moaning while they licked and nibbled on areola, mouths coated in milk mustaches, schilicks sounded and their untended to breasts wobbled about.
The churn of Tia's fuckhole signaled her approaching release, and Shy restrained herself, make certain they came as one. They clenched down their lower orifices, unleashed a deluge that washed down them, leaving a thick trail upon the alley.
Tia's eyes rolled into her head, mind-melted from sheer overload, and she swooned. With balletic grace Fluttershy caught and pulled her close with a coy smile, and carried her bridal-style in her arms. More than satisfied with her lartest fleshy acquisition, she unfurled her full wingspan and took flight, headed towards her lair amidst the gloom.
