It was monster movie night at Futashy’s house. Rainbow Dash was laying against the foot of the bed, while Pinkie Pie rested her head on her lover’s lap. Dash’s aviator goggles hung loosely around her neck and her clothes smelled like airplane fuel. It had been a long day of deliveries and she was looking forward to a little relaxation time with Pinkie.
Dash gave a contented sigh as she affectionately ran her fingers through Pinkie’s curly pink hair. They shared a bowl of popcorn while watching Monster Movie Theater. Tonight’s feature was Dracula. At this point in the film, the title character was in the process of hypnotizing another unsuspecting victim.
Futashy was laying on the bed as she watched the movie with her human owners. While she enjoyed most forms of entertainment, Futashy couldn't handle scary movies.
The only spooky character that didn’t scare Futashy was the host of Monster Movie Theater. She was a pretty woman who dressed like a vampire. In addition to her plastic fangs and her slinky black gown, she had big hair and even bigger boobs, which made Futashy sit up and take notice.
Once the movie started, however, the blood draining from Futashy’s face was the result of fear, as opposed to an erection.
As Dracula moved closer to his female victim, Futashy covered her eyes with her fore-hooves and began to whimper. Pinkie Pie sat up and turned around to look at her petrified pet.
“Aw,” Pinkie Pie said, empathetically, “There’s nothing to be scared of, Shy. It’s only a movie.”
Futashy remained unconvinced and used her pink mane to hide her face. She was determined to keep her eyes closed until Dracula had left the screen. Pinkie Pie gave a glum sigh before turning to look at Rainbow Dash.
“Hey, Dashie,” Pinkie said, “It’s getting late. Maybe we should turn off the movie and go to bed. Besides, Futashy’s getting scared and I don’t want her to have nightmares.”
Dash looked at Pinkie snarkily. Turning her head around to face Futashy, Dash rested an arm on the bed.
Futashy’s ID tag jingled against her green collar as she shivered in fright. The film’s suspenseful music was growing louder as Dracula crept closer to his victim. Dash reached her hand out to stroke Futashy’s mane. The touch of her hand caused Futashy to yelp.
Thinking that Dracula was coming to get her, Futashy jumped a foot into the air, spread her wings and galloped out of the bedroom. Rainbow Dash laughed.
“Shy, you scaredy cat!” Dash said, teasingly, “I would tell you to grow some balls, but you’ve already got that covered.”
Futashy ran to her bed by the fireplace and covered herself in a blanket. Pinkie cautiously approached Futashy in an attempt to calm her down.
Pinkie wrapped her arms around the blanket and lovingly lifted Futashy out of her bed. She cradled Futashy in her arms, while trying to bring some measure of comfort. Futashy’s body was wrapped in a warm blanket as she rested her head against her owner’s shoulder. She found Pinkie’s heartbeat very soothing.
“I used to be scared of monsters, too,” Pinkie said, “but Granny Pie taught me how to face my fears. Would you like to know what she told me? It might help you, too.”
Futashy looked up into Pinkie’s eyes and nodded. Pinkie sang while rocking Futashy back and forth.
“Futashy, you’ve gotta stand up tall. Learn to face your fears,” Pinkie sang, in a slow lullaby, “You’ll see that they can’t hurt you. Just laugh and make them disappear.”
On the word ‘disappear,’ Pinkie reached a hand inside the folds of Futashy’s blanket and rubbed her belly, causing Futashy to pant delightedly.
“Feel better?” Pinkie said, “Now, it’s time for bed.”
Futashy gave her owner an affectionate lick on the cheek. Pinkie returned Futashy to her pet bed before standing up.
“Good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the parasprites bite,” Pinkie said, “And just remember, there’s no such thing as vampires.”
Far removed from Futashy’s world, in a distant corner of the multiverse, there was a plane known as Innistrad.
Like Futashy’s world, Innistrad was mostly populated by humans. The main difference was that Innistrad also played host to various monsters. In this world of horror, zombies, werewolves and ghosts were all very real.
Of all the threats on Innistrad however, few could hold a candle to the vampires. The mere sight of a Stromkirk noble would cause even the most stalwart human’s blood to run cold with fear. This was just as well, since most vampires preferred their beverages chilled.
In the province of Stensia, an elaborate castle had been built atop the craggy mountain peaks at the far end of Ziel Pass. Shrouded in mist, this foreboding estate was the ancestral home of the Voldaren bloodline.
The Voldaren Estate was surrounded by smaller castles, mansions and fortresses, which were designed to thwart uninvited guests from gaining access.
Olivia Voldaren was the progenitor of her own vampire bloodline. Her skin was the color of marble and equally as cold. She had long, flowing red hair and green eyes, which flickered like an emerald fire.
Like most vampires, Olivia considered one’s bite mark to be a very personal and private thing. As such, all Voldaren vampires wore high collars which hid their mark of a vampire from the world.
Olivia’s ornate dress served as a useful distraction against her enemies, due to her exposed shoulders and ample cleavage.
Long, spiraling silver earrings hung down to her clavicle. On Innistrad, jewelry was more than a fashion statement. Wearing silver served a very practical purpose, as it helped in warding off werewolves.
In terms of descriptors, her exquisite beauty was rivaled only by her despicable cruelty. Like a cat, she enjoyed sadistically playing with her food before consuming it.
Olivia threw the best parties in all of Innistrad. Vampire nobles throughout the land would eagerly make the long trek to her estate for the chance to attend one of her masquerade balls. Olivia was famous for her balls.
Times were changing, however. With the return of the Archangel Avacyn, the human cathars were growing bolder every day. The vampires’ grip on the plane was weakening as their human slaves began to rebel.
The affront to Olivia’s way of life culminated with the assault on her estate. Her vampire servants looted priceless Voldaren family heirlooms and left Olivia to fend for herself.
From her crumbling estate, Olivia watched as her fellow vampires in the courtyard below took wagons full of stolen treasure and headed out to sea, in the hopes of escaping the wrath of the humans.
Olivia had never felt more alone. Nearly all of her ancient relics were gone. The only thing she had left were her family jewels.
Before the emotional impact of her servants’ betrayal had time to sink in, the walls of Olivia’s home were breached by an angry mob.
Having mastered the ability to fly, Olivia glided down the hall of her castle in bare feet. She was hotly pursued by several cathars, who were fueled by righteous indignation. Their captain, Cospor Lowe, had instructed his fellow cathars to stay close together, but one of the more zealous members of their group broke formation.
“Your time is over, monster!” a female cathar shouted, as she charged forward while brandishing a wooden stake and mallet, “A new day is dawning over Innistrad! Mankind no longer need fear the likes of you!”
“Kastinne, wait!” Cospor shouted, but he was too late.
Olivia smiled evilly as she heard the human’s plodding footsteps drawing closer. Once Olivia had glided into her study at the end of the hall, she used her vampire magic to pull Kastinne into the room with her.
Once she had her victim pinned to the ground, Olivia used her magic to shut the doors and moved a bookcase in front of the entrance to ensure that she would not be disturbed.
“My dear little morsel,” Olivia said, maliciously, “I shall prove that humans always need fear me.”
Kastinne squirmed beneath Olivia’s icy grip.
“Stop struggling,” Olivia said, “You’re making me horny. You wouldn’t like me when I’m horny.”
Kastinne looked down and saw a bulge in Olivia’s dress that was growing larger.
In addition to her nice rack, Olivia was quite well-endowed in another area. Like most vampires, Olivia had an affinity for bats. What made Olivia different from other female vampires was that her “bat” was located between her legs and measured sixteen inches long when fully erect.
“Avacyn preserve me,” Kastinne whispered, fearfully.
“I see you have a stake,” Olivia said, as she gestured with her head to the wooden spike that was clutched in Kastinne’s immobilized hand, “Well, mine’s bigger.”
Olivia held Kastinne by the wrists to keep her pinned down. Once she had straddled her, Olivia began to rub the bulge under her dress against Kastinne’s belly. Before things could go any further however, she was interrupted by the rest of the mob.
One of the mages used a spell to blow the door off its hinges. A dozen cathars swarmed into the room and surrounded Olivia, each one brandishing a weapon.
“Release Kastinne, you monster,” Cospor said, “and maybe we’ll make your demise less painful.”
Seeing that she was hopelessly outnumbered, Olivia gave a bored sigh and released Kastinne, who crawled away as fast as she could.
While the cathars were on a mission to rid Innistrad of vampires, they kept getting distracted by Olivia. It wasn’t just her beautiful face and big boobs. As she stood up, the cathars were all mesmerized by the enormous bulge in Olivia’s dress. It stuck out sixteen inches and raised the front of her gown.
The cathars stared transfixed as Olivia reached forward and rested her hands on the tip of her bulge. Before they had time to react, Olivia surprised her attackers by throwing her hands down and releasing a puff of black smoke from her wrists. In the confusion, she flew backwards through the window, breaking the glass on her way out.
As she flew higher into the air, she looked down on the once-stately Voldaren manor. All of the surrounding vampire mansions in Stensia were ablaze. The cathars had been eradicating all traces of vampire culture from off the face of Innistrad. Her castle was the next to burn.
Seeing her past in flames, Olivia was overcome with feelings of grief and blind rage. She clutched her forehead and and shrieked loudly. Her eyes seemed to burst into flames and lightning crackled around her in the night sky. She thought her head was going to split open. With one brilliant flash of light, Olivia was gone; vanished from the plane of Innistrad.
It was the next evening on Futashy’s world. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were going to see The Blue Man Group in concert. In true Pinkie Pie fashion, she had her face painted blue for the event.
“You be a good girl and watch the house for us,” Pinkie said to Futashy, “Remember, if there’s any trouble while we’re gone, run across the street to Twilight’s house. We’ll be back in the wee hours of the morning.”
Rainbow Dash was wearing her leather jacket and already waiting in the car. She honked the horn to get Pinkie’s attention.
“What’s the holdup?” Dash called out, “Hurry up or we’re gonna end up parking a mile away from the concert.”
“Hold your horses!” Pinkie shouted, “I’ll be right out!”
Pinkie gave Futashy a kiss on the nose before closing the door. Futashy ran to the window and watched as her owners drove away. Pinkie nudged Dash in the side. They both waved to Futashy as they drove by. Futashy wagged her tail happily as she watched them speed down the road.
It was dusk, so Futashy went over to the kitchen to finish off the rest of her dinner. As she ate from her food bowl, she didn’t notice the tall figure who materialized in her backyard.
Olivia held her forehead. She didn’t know what had brought her here or where she was. One thing was certain. This was not Innistrad.
She felt as though she was going to vomit blood. Fortunately, she was able to keep her last meal down and instead surveyed her surroundings. The house was so simple, and yet the technology within surpassed her home plane in many ways.
“A new world to conquer,” Olivia said, sinisterly. She smiled and sniffed the air.
“The stench of humans hangs over this plane like a shroud,” Olivia said, grinning, “I think I’m going to like it here.”
Futashy jumped when she heard the scratching of a sharp fingernail against the sliding glass door. Looking up from her food dish, Futashy saw a tall woman with pale skin scraping her black, pointed fingernails against the glass. She had on a flowing ball gown which showed off her cleavage. Her skin was pale and she had red hair which ran halfway down her back. Her brilliant emerald eyes crackled and sparked like a burst of Spike’s fire. Her small mouth broke out into a toothy smile, revealing... fangs.
Upon seeing a real, living vampire, Futashy was so scared that she scampered out of the kitchen and ran to her bed. She quivered in fear as she pulled her blanket over herself. In her terror, she had completely forgotten about her instructions to head for Twilight’s.
Olivia grabbed the side of the glass door and slid it open. Once inside the kitchen, she felt the strong smell of sugar invade her nostrils. The sickeningly sweet aroma was so powerful, Olivia wouldn’t have been surprised if merely inhaling the scent would rot her teeth.
Hovering an inch above the ground, she glided into the living room where Futashy was cowering. Olivia ignored Futashy for the moment and instead floated over to the mantle. She glanced at the knick knacks on display with a look of disgust.
Olivia looked at Dash’s baseball trophy and pilot’s license. Pinkie’s blue ribbon from the recent confectioners convention was placed next to a photo of her with her winning entry. Pinkie had a big, toothy smile in the photo and was clutching a wooden spoon with both hands. An enormous cake of her own design was behind her in the photo.
Olivia smiled. The cake reminded her of the extravagant delicacies she would serve her guests at her parties. Her smile soon turned into a scowl as the harshness of her reality set in.
She had lost everything. There would be no more parties. Her servants had taken everything from her and her home had been burned to the ground. Everything was gone except her unbridled rage and lust for blood.
Olivia paused when she saw a photograph of Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. In the photo, baby Futashy was sitting on Dash’s lap, while Pinkie tickled Futashy under her chin.
“What a cute couple,” Olivia said, “I’m sure they’ll make a delicious meal.”
Olivia picked up the photo and stared at it, like she was examining a menu. Taking the picture away from the mantle, Olivia glided over to the couch and sat down.
“Now to wait until they return,” Olivia said ominously. She set the picture down on the table beside the couch and thought about who she would consume first.
Futashy was covered in her butterfly blanket. She opened one eye and glanced out at the vampire in her living room. Her eye rested on the photo of her owners, before returning her gaze to Olivia.
The wheels in Futashy’s head were turning. She knew that this home invader had nothing but ill will planned for her owners. She glanced at the front door and thought about running for help, but in order to reach Twilight, Futashy would have to run past the vampire.
Ignoring her own fears, Futashy was determined to defend her home.
Throwing off her warm blanket, Futashy stood up in her bed and barked angrily at Olivia. She spread her yellow wings to make herself seem more threatening. Olivia only smiled.
“My, you’re certainly a feisty one, aren’t you?” Olivia said, “Down girl.”
Olivia waved her hand to conjure a poison dart and send it flying into Futashy’s neck. When nothing materialized, she became slightly unnerved.
“What sorcery is this?” Olivia thought. She stared at her fingertips as though she were seeing them for the first time. She clenched her hand into a fist.
“Only the most powerful of wizards could create such an oppressive magic dampening field,” Olivia thought.
Olivia tried to use magic a few more times with no results. Futashy, who remained oblivious to the repeated attempts on her life, continued to bark in a futile attempt to frighten off the home invader.
Without any swamps or mountains from which to draw her power, Olivia was unable to activate her magical abilities.
Futashy was too scared to run for help, so she just stood in place and kept barking. She had hoped to drive the vampire away without having to get any closer to it.
While momentarily flustered by her lack of magical prowess on this plane, a small ray of hope alighted in the mind of Olivia.
“I can still fly,” Olivia thought, “so my abilities aren’t completely gone. Let’s see if I can’t captivate this contemptible cur.”
Olivia stared deep into Futashy’s eyes.
“I can make you dance to my tune like a puppet,” Olivia said, seductively, “Your very blood eager to obey my every whim.”
She stared at Futashy with a smoldering gaze. The whites of her eyes became black and her pupils glowed orange like a bonfire. On her home plane of Innistrad, this stare could turn any mortal into her willing slave.
After a minute of seductive staring, it became apparent that her mesmerizing wiles wouldn’t work on Futashy, who stubbornly continued to bark.
“By Griselbrand’s gonads,” Olivia swore in exasperation, “I’ve never met such an obstinate beast.”
It was at this time that Olivia first noticed the pair of yellow balls hanging between Futashy’s legs. In spite of her more feminine features, there was no denying that this creature was sporting some serious tackle.
The excessive barking had excited Futashy on some level, causing her shaft to slide from its sheath. Even though Futashy wasn’t erect, Olivia could tell that the beast’s member was disproportionately large for her tiny frame.
With her seduction magic stifled, Olivia fell back on her old stand by: raw sex appeal. She reasoned that most beings with a set of balls were aroused by a nice pair of tits. Olivia pulled the top of her dress down and flashed Futashy, who immediately stopped barking and stared transfixed at the ivory-colored boobs.
“Well,” Olivia said, “it’s nice to know that some magic is universal throughout the multiverse.”
Olivia’s perky nipples caused Futashy to drool and her tail to wag.
“Come forward, slave,” Olivia said.
Completely forgetting about the imminent danger, Futashy walked slowly towards Olivia, while wagging her tail.
“Now sit,” Olivia said.
Futashy sat at Olivia’s feet, while continuing to stare at her alabaster orbs. Futashy panted as her eyes went wide, trying to soak up everything they could see. Her face began to flush and her heartbeat increased.
Olivia stared as Futashy’s large member began to swell. Her dick looked like a large pale yellow banana covered with light brown splotches.
“Well,” Olivia thought, “I might as well have some fun while I’m waiting for my meal to arrive.”
Olivia grabbed her own boobs and squished them together with her hands. Pushing one of her breasts up, she seductively began licking at her own nipple.
As she did this, Olivia made sure to keep eye contact with Futashy. She enjoyed manipulating creatures and toying with their emotions.
Futashy was growing antsy. She licked her lips as she watched the vampire suck on her own teat.
An unmistakable heat signature resonated from Futashy’s cock. It pulsed and twitched as the blood-engorged shaft bobbed in tune to Futashy’s rapid heartbeat.
Olivia released her boob from her mouth with a wet popping sound. She found herself blushing as she stared at Futashy’s member. Olivia could feel her own loins start to stir beneath her dress. She felt lust swelling within her as she ran her tongue over her fangs. Her lip curled up.
“I... I want to suck your...” Olivia said, trailing off. She honestly didn’t know how she wanted to end that sentence. One option was the typical vampire chiche about sucking blood. The other option was more unorthodox, but it was also more fun.
“...cock,” Olivia said, finishing her statement, “I want to suck your cock.”
Futashy didn’t need to be told twice. With a flash of her wings, she leapt into the air and stood on the couch. Futashy pressed her fore-hooves against the back of the sofa and rubbed her cock against Olivia’s sternum. Her pale yellow custard cannon slid between the vampire’s malleable milky mounds.
“You impatient imp!” Olivia shouted, angrily, “You have no restraint, do you?”
Futashy whimpered pathetically in a combination of shame and an unbearable horniness. As Futashy wiggled her butt expectantly, Olivia couldn’t help but smile.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you well-endowed beast,” Olivia said, “I also wrestle with my own... insatiable appetites. To that end, I’m curious to discover the taste of your seed.”
Olivia grabbed her mesmeric orbs and pressed them against Futashy’s cock. Futashy leaned forward until her pale yellow tip was poking out of Olivia’s cleavage. The tit job looked like a banana split, with two scoops of vanilla ice cream. All that was missing was the whipped cream. Fortunately, Olivia knew how to obtain the cream.
Futashy pushed herself forward until the tip of the cock was an inch away from Olivia’s lips. The shaft slid back and forth between her two pallid pumpkins as Futashy rocked her hips.
Olivia bent her head down and began to lick the precum from Futashy’s tip. She ran her tongue in tight circles until her drool slid down the shaft. Olivia’s skilled tongue caused Futashy’s entire frame to convulse with pleasure.
Olivia continued to run her tongue around the shaft as she stared at Futashy’s collar and read her name.
“You like that, don’t you Futashy?” Olivia asked coyly.
Futashy grit her teeth and nodded. She kept her eyes closed as Olivia continued to work her magic. Squeezing her fun bags, Olivia began to slide her jugs up and down the length of Futashy’s shaft, increasing the speed as she went.
“Unf! Unf!” Futashy cried out as she humped Olivia’s chest. At the last moment, Olivia puts her lips over Futashy’s tip. With one final buck of her hips, Futashy came inside Olivia’s mouth. Hot, thick ropes of gooey jizz clung to the roof of her mouth like peanut butter. Being a vampire, Olivia was naturally adept at sucking. With considerable concentration and controlled breathing, Olivia managed to swallow Futashy’s entire load without spilling a drop.
Futashy’s brain was still exploding from her orgasm as she stepped off of the couch and lay on the ground. She lifted her right hind leg and started to clean her genitals. Futashy lapped up the last sticky beads of her ejaculate.
Trace amounts of cum clung to Olivia’s fingers as she ran them over her breasts. She played with the sticky substance before licking it off.
“Mmmm,” Olivia said, feeling surprisingly nourished, “Now that’s what I call a mana flood!”
During the tit job, Olivia’s cock had become rock hard. She knew that some casual sex would give her more of an appetite for when dinner arrived.
Futashy watched as Olivia stood up and began to take her ball gown off. Due to the nature of her genitals, there were no undergarments capable of handling her schlong. As a result, Olivia always went commando under her dress.
After setting her ball gown aside, Olivia stood before Futashy. With the exception of her collar and earrings, Olivia was completely nude and fully erect. Glancing down at her massive tool and sweaty nuts, Olivia grinned as she pulled her foreskin back.
At that moment, Olivia and Futashy exchanged glances, as though they were seeing each other with new eyes. They viewed themselves as kindred spirits while admiring each other’s naked bodies. Both of them were rare and beautiful amalgams of male and female sexuality.
They were like two sides of the same coin. They could both fly. They were both endowed with a twig and berries. They both wore collars. One of their main differences was that Futashy was selfless and kind, while Olivia had been selfish and cruel.
In spite of her recent ejaculation, the sight of Olivia stroking her pale, white cock was enough to get Futashy hard again. She stood up and walked over to Olivia. Sticky beads of precum formed on her pale white tip. Futashy licked at the viscous fluid, causing more to leak out.
Olivia reached out a hand and pushed Futashy away from her cock. She then turned around and bent over. Olivia rested her arms on the couch and pointed her lily-white ass in Futashy’s direction.
“I got mana flooded in the first round,” Olivia said, “Let’s see how it feels to be mana screwed.”
Futashy stared in disbelief at what was being offered to her. Olivia rested her head on the couch and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks. Futashy panted and started drooling as she stared at Olivia’s tight, puckered sphincter.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Olivia asked, impatiently, “Don’t you want to tap my ass?”
Futashy didn’t sleep around as much as one might think. In reality, she’d only had a few sexual partners. Her favorites were her Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie. That being said, Futashy was too horny to pass up an opportunity like this.
Leaping to her feet, Futashy charged at Olivia. Her pale yellow pleasure pole wobbled as she trotted towards her target.
Mounting Olivia, Futashy flapped her wings excitedly as she desperately tried to find her mark. She repeatedly pressed her tip against Olivia’s butt as she searched desperately for the hole. Olivia chuckled at her lover’s misguided efforts.
“Futashy, calm down,” Olivia said, “You’re too excited.”
Futashy stopped her random thrusting and stared at Olivia, looking sad and frustrated. In a rare act of quasi-selflessness, Olivia decided to assist Futashy.
Reaching around behind herself, Olivia placed a hand on Futashy’s cock. She caressed its pale, spotted skin as she guided the warm shaft towards her willing asshole. Futashy smiled open mouthed with her tongue hanging out as she felt her tip press against the tight entrance.
“There we go,” Olivia said, “Just remember to go in slo-oh!”
Olivia’s request was interrupted by Futashy’s forceful rejoinder. Her brown-spotted dick entered Olivia’s ass with a wet “shlunk” sound.
To distract herself from the anal intrusion, Olivia grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Futashy noticed her lover’s pain and stopped moving.
“Naaa?” Futashy asked, concerned.
Sweat was beading on Olivia’s forehead and her knees were shaking.
“I... I’ve never been filled by such a grand instrument before,” Olivia said while squeezing the pillow, “but it’s okay. Keep going. Just please, for the love of Griselbrand, go slowly.”
Futashy repositioned her stance, so as to allow herself more control in her thrusts. She flapped her wings in anticipation as she slowly nudged her member deeper inside Olivia’s ass.
“Nnnghh,” Futashy said as her cock was enveloped by the vampire’s tight, rectal walls.
Olivia’s skin was as cold as stone, but her insides were as warm as any human. The pain in her pale posterior was so pervasive that Olivia sank her fangs into the cushion.
“MMnhhh!” Olivia screamed. She bit down hard and tore a chunk out of the pillow. The spectacle of fluff flying coupled with the noise of her ripping fabric was overshadowed by the loud slapping sounds as her ass tore.
“Swump! Shlik! Swump! Shlik! Swump! Shlik!”
Their faces flushed, Futashy humped Olivia’s ass with animalistic ferocity. Each inward thrust sent bliss ripples throughout their bodies. Every time Futashy’s shaft slid out of Olivia’s ass, it brushed against her prostate and caused her hefty pearly pole to spring to life. Olivia’s white willy flopped up and down as she was mercilessly sodomized.
“Ah! Ah!” Olivia gasped.
The ground was wet from her thin strands of precum.
“Oh Shy!” Olivia said, “Don’t stop!”
In order to bring about her own orgasm, Olivia reached down and began to slowly stroke her shaft. Her methodical masturbatory ministrations were a stark contrast to the ardent anal assault initiated by Futashy.
“Enf! Enf! Enf!” Futashy whined as she pushed herself over the edge.
“Naaa!” Futashy screamed as she climaxed for the second time that night. While the amount of jizz was less than her previous orgasm, Futashy still managed to ejaculate a healthy sperm sample inside Olivia’s ass.
Futashy’s body shook as the last spurts of semen shot from her tip. After busting a nut, Futashy fell on top of Olivia’s back, totally spent. Her wings lay limp on either side of her as she let out a sigh. Futashy, was sweaty, content and thoroughly exhausted. Olivia was decidedly less satisfied.
“Already?” she said, annoyed, “You run out of steam faster than a fire mage.”
Oblivious to Olivia’s criticism, a very tired and sexually-fulfilled Futashy retracted her wings and pulled her now-flaccid dick out of Olivia’s ass. The white ring of sticky cum blended in perfectly with her butt. Olivia breathed heavily as Futashy’s spunk dribbled out of her ass and onto her blanched balls.
While Olivia was disappointed by Futashy’s lack of stamina, she wasn’t the sort of vampire to sit and brood.
“If I want something done right, I suppose I’ll have to do it myself,” Olivia said, disgruntled.
Olivia got off of her knees and stood up. Her johnson was still fully erect and long enough to hang towels on. She turned around and sat down on the couch, while gripping her dick with both hands.
Olivia began to stroke herself off. The precum dribbling down her shaft acted as a serviceable lube.
While she kept jerking off with her right hand, Olivia used her left hand for further stimulation. She groped at her left breast, before tweaking her nipple. When she grew bored of that, Olivia reached down and began fondling her nuts.
Futashy watched Olivia masturbate, before looking down at her own cock, which was still glistening with her semen.
Futashy felt guilty for cumming before Olivia could finish. Hoping to return the favor, Futashy stood up and trotted over to Olivia. Futashy reached forward and placed a fore-hoof on Olivia’s wrist. This interruption broke her concentration. Olivia stopped masturbating mid-stroke and looked at Futashy.
Olivia stared quizzically at Futashy, who lowered her hoof and trotted in front of Olivia before turning around.
With her ass pointed towards Olivia, Futashy raised her pink tail. Olivia stared blankly. Futashy turned her head around. Her tongue was sticking out of her pursed lips in an adorably cute fashion. She wiggled her butt suggestively and gave Olivia an unmistakable wink.
Olivia stared in disbelief at Futashy’s tight, yellow anus.
“You... want me to cum inside you?” Olivia asked, skeptically.
Futashy nodded her head sincerely. Olivia smiled as she made the most regal face she could.
“Very well,” Olivia said, “We accept your offer.”
Futashy shuffled her hooves and moved backwards towards Olivia. She closed her eyes, expecting to be mounted any second, but Olivia had other plans.
Futashy opened her eyes in surprise as she felt herself being lifted from behind. Olivia was standing with her arms wrapped around Futashy’s chest. Futashy’s balls were resting gently on top of Olivia’s firm erection.
Sitting back down on the couch, Olivia positioned Futashy over her large love lance. The jizz that had leaked out of Olivia’s ass formed a little greasy smear on the couch, which coated her cheeks when she sat back down.
Futashy stood on her wobbly hind legs as Olivia held her up.
The size of Olivia’s monstrous cock was appropriate considering the monstrous nature of her home world. From the tip of her foreskin to the root, her shaft measured an obscene sixteen inches long. It was two inches in diameter, or roughly as big around as a tennis ball.
Pressing her tip against Futashy’s posterior, Olivia held her breath as she prepared to enter.
Futashy let out a pained howl as the tip of Olivia’s uncircumsized cock slid inside her. It felt like a tennis ball was being shoved up her ass. The main difference was that this tennis ball was sixteen inches long and much less fuzzy.
Olivia couldn’t help but laugh as Futashy squirmed on top of her. Each struggling gyration caused her lurid love pole to slip in another inch. With each upwards thrusting motion of Olivia’s hips, Futashy made a pained, timid squeak.
When she was six inches inside, Olivia paused to give Futashy a moment to catch her breath before continuing. Futashy’s hind legs wobbled as she tried to negotiate the searing spear that was impaling her tender tish tunnel.
It was a slow process. Futashy would try to stand on two legs, with Olivia using her hands to help stabilize her. When only the tip of the cock remained inside, Futashy would slide down slowly. She was treating her ass as though it were made of eggshells. She didn’t want to break anything due to recklessness.
After several minutes of crouching over Olivia, Futashy was ready to try and fit the other ten inches inside her. Olivia watched as the length of her pasty white pole was slowly engulfed by Futashy’s plump, yellow ass.
Spreading her hips even further allowed Futashy to be filled with more of the vampire’s pale penile python. Trying to make herself more comfortable, Futashy laid back against Olivia’s chest. Her feathered wings rubbed against the vampire’s squishy boobs. The soft, downy texture of her feathers felt quite pleasant to Olivia; even a little ticklish. That being said, no level of tickling could compare with the pleasure generated by Futashy’s ass gripping her cock.
The two lovers could feel each other’s hearts beating fast as their anal antics increased in intensity. Futashy’s breath was coming out in short pants as she sat on Olivia’s lap. For a moment, neither of them made a move. Futashy just sat and enjoyed the sensation of being so thoroughly filled.
Olivia’s cock was firm, while still being malleable enough to give Futashy an impromptu colonoscopy.
The sixteen inches of vampire meat inside her had done wonders for Futashy’s own erection, which was oozing precum. Her cock twitched and throbbed with every breath she took. Her sensitive yellow balls were mere inches above Olivia’s own set of spherical sperm silos.
Olivia pressed her right hand against Futashy’s chest to hold her close. With her left hand now free, Olivia did a reach around and began stroking her lover’s cock.
Futashy moaned with pleasure as the vampire’s nimble fingers stroked her shaft. She whined in anticipation as she felt a third orgasm building within her. Futashy was so engrossed with her impending release, she didn’t even notice the vampire’s hot breath against her neck.
Olivia sniffed Futashy’s mane. It smelled like the bubblegum-scented shampoo that Pinkie Pie used on bath day. Craning her neck closer, Olivia licked her lips as she bore her glistening fangs.
“Just one bite,” Olivia thought, “and Futashy will be my vampire slave. Forever.”
Olivia continued stroking Futashy’s shaft as she inched closer to her soft neck.
“Mmmmnhh,” Futashy moaned. Still blissfully naive of her lover’s sinister intentions, Futashy turned her head and licked Olivia on the cheek. This act of genuine love gave Olivia a moment of pause. She stopped stroking Futashy and took shallow breaths.
Olivia closed her mouth and gulped. She moved her head away from Futashy’s neck, looking ashamed.
“No,” Olivia thought, “I can’t turn Futashy into a vampire. She offered herself to me willingly. Not under duress. Not through coercion. Not as a slave, but as a friend.”
Olivia felt a lump form in her throat as she recalled the other vampires who had betrayed and abandoned her when she was in most need of friends.
“Futashy, you’re my first real friend,” Olivia said, “I love you.”
Futashy struggled to stand up. Olivia put her hands on Futashy’s hips and helped her rise. A wet “shlik” sound was heard as the sixteen inch buggering bat slowly slid out of Futashy’s ass.
Futashy flapped her wings in an effort to lift herself off of the cock. Olivia watched as her shaft slid out inch by inch.
When only the tip remained inside, Futashy stopped flapping and allowed gravity to take over. Without her wings to keep her up, Futashy slid down Olivia’s pole until her sphincter touched the base.
Olivia threw her head back and groaned with pleasure. Futashy repeated this process several times. She would flap her wings to get elevated before stopping and allowing herself to slide back down Olivia’s slick dick.
After a while, Olivia couldn’t hold it in any longer. She reached her arms around and grabbed Futashy’s cock with both hands. Olivia wanted both of them to cum together, so she stroked Futashy at a frantic pace. Futashy did her part by bumping and grinding against the cock buried inside her. Olivia felt the familiar release of endorphins that accompany all orgasms.
“I’m cumming!” Olivia said. She shrieked as she emptied her balls inside Futashy’s ass. This being her first orgasm in a while, Olivia was quite pent up. Futashy’s rectal walls were coated in off-white vampire jizz. Excess amounts of Olivia’s vampire vajaculate spilled out of Futashy’s rear and dripped onto Olivia’s balls.
The sensation of sticky semen spurting deep inside her was enough to make Futashy climax for a third time. Olivia pointed Futashy’s cock straight up. She kept a tight grip on the shaft as she felt Futashy’s sperm shoot up through her urethra.
Futashy groaned as she came onto her chest. This load was much weaker than her previous two. She managed to fire off one decent spurt of cum which landed on her neck and the underside of her chin. The rest dribbled out onto her belly.
Olivia stood up as she lifted Futashy off her cock. Olivia’s slick shaft was covered in a thick glaze of gonad goo. A series of squelching sounds was heard as the entire length of Olivia’s schlong was removed from her rectum.
Futashy yawned as she was laid on the couch. A big pile of their jizz covered the couch cushion where Olivia had sat. Futashy lay beside the cum puddle, breathing heavily.
As Futashy rode out her orgasm, her gaping asshole slowly reclosed itself. Olivia’s dick deposit continued to ooze out of her.
As Oliva’s spent shaft became flaccid again, she grabbed her gown off the floor and put it back on.
Olivia looked at Futashy, before glancing over at the photo on the desk. Olivia knew that she couldn’t harm her new friend’s owners.
Futashy was in a daze as she tried to focus her eyes on Olivia, who was kneeling beside her. Olivia leaned over Futashy and stroked her pink mane.
“I’m so happy to have met you, Futashy,” Olivia said, “I used to think that all magic flowed from one’s connection to the land, but you taught me a different kind of magic. As a result of your kindness, I learned the magic of friendship.”
Futashy lifted her weary head and licked Olivia’s nose, which made her chuckle.
“Come with me, Futashy,” Olivia said, pleadingly, “We can explore the multiverse together.”
Futashy turned her head to look at the photo of her owners. She stared at Pinkie and Dash before looking back at Olivia. Futashy shook her head sadly.
“I understand,” Olivia said, regally, “You must love your humans very much.”
Futashy nodded as she gave a heavy sigh.
Olivia turned to leave, which caused Futashy to whimper. This vampire was the only other being she’d ever met who shared her unique condition. Olivia sighed as she tried to offer Futashy some parting words of comfort.
“I do not belong in this world,” Olivia said, “I can only hope that the next plane I visit will have a friend as kind as you.”
Grabbing the hem of her dress, Olivia made a curtsey for Futashy.
“Farewell, Futashy,” Olivia said, “May your virility remain as potent as your kindness.”
With her newfound feelings of love, Olivia felt a surge of raw emotion that was more powerful than the rage which brought her here. Lightning crackled around her as she hovered in the air. Futashy stared in amazement as Olivia disappeared in a flash of light.
Twilight Sparkle noticed crackles of light coming from across the street. She stepped outside, wearing just a t-shirt and panties. She saw that Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were just now returning from the concert.
“You’re back already?” Twilight said, “But the concert wasn’t supposed to end for another hour.”
“We never made it to the concert,” Dash said as she zipped up her leather jacket.
“Oh no,” Twilight Sparkle said, “What happened?”
“There was a huge traffic jam,” Pinkie said, “Cars were backed up for miles.”
Twilight noticed that the makeup on Pinkie’s lips had smeared off. Only the top half of her face was blue.
“I’m sorry you had a bad time,” Twilight said.
“It wasn’t so bad,” Dash said smiling.
“Yeah,” Pinkie added, “Dashie and I found ways to keep ourselves entertained while we waited for traffic to get moving.”
“Everything all right while we were away?” Dash asked.
“I didn’t hear a peep,” Twilight said.
Pinkie, Dash and Twilight wished each other a good night before parting company. When Pinkie and Dash stepped inside their home, they weren’t prepared for what they saw.
Futashy was fast asleep on the couch. The cushion beside her was smeared with a sticky puddle of jizz. On the floor was a throw pillow with a bite taken out of it.
“Futashy!” Dash said, with her hands on her hips, “What in the sam hill were you thinking?!”
Dash’s shouting startled Futashy, who had just drifted off into a post-coital sleep. She looked around the room at all the jizz on the couch and on herself. Futashy hung her head, looking ashamed.
It didn’t matter that Futashy couldn’t talk. They never would’ve believed her anyway.
Rainbow Dash was ready to discipline Futashy. Pinkie tried to defuse the situation in her own unique way.
“We can always clean the couch tomorrow,” Pinkie said reassuringly as she unzipped Dash’s leather jacket.
“Besides,” Pinkie added, coyly, “I think you’re just mad that Shy started without us.”
Before Dash had time to respond, Pinkie put her hands on Dash’s hips and pantsed her. Dash blushed as her jeans and panties were pulled down to her knees. Futashy stared at Rainbow Dash’s vagina. Her entire crotch area was covered in blue face paint.
Pinkie stripped down and ran over to get Futashy. Cradling her in her arms, Pinkie headed for her bedroom.
“Come on and join us, Dashie!” Pinkie said, “Last one to cum is a gnarly dragon egg!”
Dash smiled as she looked at Pinkie’s partially blue face.
“Right behind you, Braveheart,” Dash said as she slipped off her jeans.
“They may lick our thighs,” Pinkie Pie said in a bad Scottish accent, “but they’ll never lick our freedom!” Pinkie ran into her bedroom while carrying Futashy. She hopped on the bed and waited for Dash to join them. Futashy gave a tired yawn as she laid down in Pinkie’s lap.
By the time Rainbow Dash entered her bedroom, Futashy had already fallen back asleep.
“I guess Shy was more tired than I thought,” Pinkie said.
“Did you see how much jizz was on the couch?” Dash said, “I’ll be surprised if Shy has any strength left to stand, let alone get it up.”
“Well, there’s always tomorrow,” Pinkie said, enthusiastically, “I call dibs on Shy’s morning wood!”
Feeling a little tired themselves, Pinkie and Dash cuddled up on either side of Futashy. The three of them were all soon sleeping peacefully.
Futashy had discover the existence of worlds beyond her own, but she wasn’t concerned with what she might be missing. She had Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. Futashy wouldn’t trade them for anything else in the multiverse.
