#bloodfromthewriting

[bloodfromthewound]

Animal Mother

Description: A trans woman with no future agrees to become a surrogate mother for a pack of supernatural creatures.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: breeding, pregnancy discussion, transformation, blood

Alice sat in a creaking chair in a musty, cramped office to sign her life away. It surprised her how easy it was. The woman before her, with thin gray hair of an elder yet the rippling muscle of a girl in her prime, smiled and showed Alice where to sign on each page of a thick stack of papers. It was a contract, and upon its completion Alice would no longer be her own person. Somehow it felt wrong to do it surrounded by ashtrays, filing cabinets, and stray food wrappers, but Alice wasn’t about to back down.

When she had finished with the last page, the woman shoved the papers into a manila folder and turned to an ancient beige computer on her desk to type away at it. “There you go, that wasn’t so hard was it?” the woman croaked. “I’ll just need to get you into our system and then you’ll be assigned your duties, room, and all that.”

“Yes ma’am,” Alice said without looking up.

Staring down wasn’t much better; her body awkwardly filled the chair around her. She was skinny where she wanted to be chubby and chubby where she wanted to be skinny, and if Alice looked at herself for too long she stopped seeing anything remotely feminine in herself. Thankfully she’d had the foresight to wear a hoodie and jeans that day, so she could collapse into boymoding for the time being.

The woman waved a hand. “Oh please no ‘ma’am,’ now that you’re one of us you can call me Cathy, Cat, or Ms. Berkshire if you really must.”

One of us.

The thought alone was enough to make Alice’s heart leap. She grabbed each side of the chair in her hands and squeezed until her knuckles were white. “Yes, Ms. Berkshire,” she said, still not looking her in the eye.

Ms. Berkshire typed with the flat of her fingers to not disturb her long, decorated nails. Each one had a small scene on it, which the woman had proudly shown Alice when she had first arrived. She only spoke again when asking Alice for her basic information.

When Alice gave her age, Ms. Berkshire whistled. “Twenty-one on the dot,” she said. “You didn’t waste your time once you cleared the age requirement, did you?”

Alice shrugged one shoulder. “I didn’t see a reason to. I don’t have anything to look forward to, and the benefits pay out as soon as I join.”

“If you joined only for the money, honey, there’s plenty of easier ways to sell yourself.”

If Alice had been the woman she dreamed, if she had been born how she felt, she might have agreed. Instead, she shook her head. “Not for a girl like me,” she said. “Nothing that’s better than this.”

That was enough to make Ms. Berkshire leave her alone until she’d finished entering Alice’s information in the computer. Once she finished, she took a swig from an old cup of coffee and smacked her lips. “Well, whatever kind of girl you are, we all appreciate you joining us,” Ms. Berkshire said, and extended a hand. “Welcome to the pack, may you bear us many children.”

…

When Alice had first gotten her hands on an information brochure for the pack, she had passed it off as a joke. It had advertised the group as a pack of supernatural humans living in among lonely hills and trees to keep to themselves. More than that, the brochure she’d gotten off her roommate had specified their desire for women who could act as surrogates for those who couldn’t normally carry a child.

Being someone who thoroughly lacked the parts necessary to carry a baby, Alice had been ready to throw the pamphlet away when she had noticed, in small text at the bottom, that the position was open regardless of gender identity or body. That alone had been enough to get her to call, and when the person on the other end had told her, quite enthusiastically, that trans women were more than welcome to be surrogates, she’d asked to know more.

It all seemed too good to be true at first. She’d have a considerable monthly stipend, free room and board, amenities provided, and on and on; all she’d have to do was get pregnant…somehow. The catch came when the recruiter who’d visited her apartment told her that, in no uncertain terms, the benefits would only continue so long as she bore children or otherwise served the pack. If either of those were no longer possible, they’d let her go and she’d back to step one.

Thinking back on it, Alice wasn’t sure what had gotten her to agree after that. To some degree it must have been the idea of radically altering her life that way. Without opportunities greater than being a middling barista or pretending to be a man in an office, a big change was appealing. So, she supposed, that’s how she found herself signing those papers and getting put into a black sedan to be driven to the pack’s compound.

Ms. Berkshire sat with her in the back of the car while a silent man drove them on narrow roads, over ancient bridges, and beneath massive trees to reach the home of the pack. For as talkative as she had been earlier, Ms. Berkshire kept quiet on the drive. That was more than fine for Alice, who amused herself by looking out the window and wondering if she’d ever be allowed to leave once they got her to the pack.

“You don’t have to look so glum,” Ms. Berkshire said, finally breaking the silence. “The paperwork is just for legal reasons. The pack is very nice, you’ll see, and you’ll find a wonderful donor among them.”

��Do I get to choose who I’ll, uh, be a surrogate for?” Alice asked.

“Not typically,” Ms. Berkshire admitted. “If compatibility will be a problem, you can have your contract nullified.” She patted Alice’s arm. “Besides, surrogacy doesn’t require you to be around the parent all the time. You will be more than welcome to keep to yourself between fertilization and birth.”

“I guess that’s good.” Alice pulled her arm away. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve done for nine months.”

“That’s the spirit!”

The car thankfully didn’t have to travel much further before it arrived at their destination. The pack’s home was located deep in the woods, and had evidently been refurbished from some sort of ancient castle. Its primary building sat on a hilled rise above the rest of the buildings, and all the compound was ringed by walls topped with razor wire. A river flowed around the buildings into a large lake at the center of the vast clearing among the trees.

Ms. Berkshire nodded to the defenses, noticing Alice’s staring. “More people in this day and age are accepting of the supernatural, but there are those who want us dead for one reason or another. This isn’t just any hideout, but a safe haven for all kinds of creatures.”

The car was stopped at a gate just past the trees where a cloaked figure checked all of their IDs. He gave Alice a long look but didn’t say a word before waving them on. Through the gate, the car crawled up a smooth path towards the compound’s walls. The driver stopped in a courtyard just beyond and got out to begin unloading Alice’s luggage.

Alice had been told to pack all she could, but in truth she didn’t have much to bring along. Most of what she’d ever owned in the world was still at her parents’ house, where she was not allowed to step foot in unless it was as a man. Everything else had fit neatly into a single large suitcase and an old canvas bag. The driver seemed almost embarrassed to hold them for her, so she took her own things to carry them herself.

It was still daytime, but the outer courtyard was deserted. Alice had heard that supernaturals didn’t like coming out in the day, but it still unnerved her the way it was so silent. Ms. Berkshire led her through a gate and into the inner courtyard, flanked by high towers overlooking a massive stone hall. She checked her phone, nodded, and put it away again. “You are assigned to a room above the great hall, number two-zero-two. You are not yet expected to present yourself in the great hall, so now would be a good time to rest.”

“Shouldn’t I get a key?” Alice asked.

“The door is already is synced to your fingerprint,” Ms. Berkshire said, then bowed. “This is where I must leave you and return to my office. I will visit occasionally, but your care is out of my hands. Do try to stay out of trouble, Ms. Glass.”

Ms. Berkshire didn’t look back as she got in the car and was driven away. Alice was left standing in the middle of the pack’s compound with her luggage in both hands and no one else around. Once the shock wore off, she heaved a sigh and entered the great hall.

The great hall was, to no surprise, a really massive hall with wooden floors, a huge fireplace at one end, kitchens to one side, and the rest of the room filled with tables, chairs, and cutlery. It, too, was deserted and Alice began to wonder if someone was playing an elaborate practical joke on her. Whatever the case, she shrugged and headed up a set of stairs beside the entrance that took her to the second story.

Unlike the hall with its decorations of art, tapestries, flags, and so on, the second floor was spartan. It contained only a single hallway that ran the length of the hall and a half dozen doors with room numbers on them. Room 202 was right near the stairs and sure enough, among all the rustic decoration and design, there was an electronic fingerprint reader on the handle. Alice pressed her thumb on the machine and heard the door click open.

The apartment was large, if sparse. It was more like a loft than anything else, with a single large room and a bathroom separated from the rest with a heavy privacy curtain. The floor was polished wood just like the bed frame, dresser, kitchen table, and other assorted kitschy furniture. Alice would have sworn she’d gone back in time were it not for the modern refrigerator and other kitchen appliances as well as the router next to the bed.

“Well, at least the place has wi-fi,” Alice groused to no one in particular.

She hopped up onto a bed larger than any she’d ever had and laid on her back. The bed was pushed against the back wall near the bathroom and had a window above it spilling light inside. There was a nightstand as well and, thankfully, a sticky note with the wi-fi password written on it.

Once she’d connected her phone, Alice checked her messages. She frowned upon finding out that she had nothing new, beyond a couple spam emails. It wasn’t like she’d told everyone she knew that she was going out to the woods to be a breeder for all time, but she’d have thought someone would have noticed she was gone.

After a bit of scrolling through the news in an attempt to find something interesting, Alice sighed and put the phone away. The air was warm and the castle rooms didn’t seem to have very good air conditioning, so she slithered out of her jeans and hoodie as fast as she could. Laying back on the big bed in nothing but panties and a bra, the sheets cool against her skin, was like heaven. So much like it, in fact, that Alice promptly fell asleep.

…

It wasn’t until sometime later that knocking woke her back up. Alice raised her head in time to see the room’s door open and usher in two strangers in identical brown robes. One—a tall woman with gray hair, round glasses, and thick thighs—was dragging the other behind her. The one being pulled into Alice’s room seemed to be a girl about Alice’s age with dark eyes, darker hair, and a short body equal parts chubby and muscular. The older woman shut the door behind them with a thump before shooting a grin Alice’s way.

“It’s so wonderful to finally see you here!” the older woman crowed. “My name is Harley, and I will be your pack mother.” She bumped the girl with her elbow. “And this is Mercury Hart. She is to be your first donor. While I go run a bath, why don’t you two get acquainted?”

Harley didn’t give either of the girls a chance to object, and hurried off past the curtain to start filling the tub. Alice sat up on the bed, suddenly conscious of being in her underwear, and waved. “I’m Alice,” she said.

The girl nodded. “I know, they gave me your file to read,” she said. “I’m Mercury. Did they tell you anything about me?”

“No,” Alice said, which was all she got to say before Mercury began talking again.

“Well, the first thing you should know about me is that I am a Beastling,” Mercury said, “or, I guess, that I’m trans. That isn’t as important, though. Do you know what a Beastling is? Well, if not, we are a species that can take the form of animals who blessed us from birth. Many animals can do so and so we tend to be a mix of creatures. I’m part bear and wolf and part bull and a bunch of other things.” She seemed out of breath, but didn’t even slow down. “There aren’t many of us left because we got hunted a lot so we need surrogates to help carry our children and that’s where you come in, so I guess that means we’ll know a lot about each other.”

Mercury had to take big gasps of air after she’d finished and rubbed at her eyes. “Sorry, I talk a lot,” she said. “My last mate told me it was annoying. Sorry. Let me know if it bothers you, please?”

Alice blinked a few times before shaking her head. “It doesn’t bother me,” she said. “I guess it’s good to know who the other parent will be.”

“Exactly!” Mercury grinned. “I want our baby to be the happiest kid there’s ever been, so I hope I can do stuff to help you while you’re pregnant. Will this be your first time?”

“Yeah, uh, definitely the first time.” Alice leaned in close on the bed. “My file said I was trans, right? Like, there weren’t any errors?”

“Of course it did,” Mercury said. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

Harley pulled back the bathroom curtain in one sudden move and clapped her hands. “The bath’s ready,” she said. “We are running later than I thought, so hurry up you two. Unless Alice wants to break her contract, we’ll need to have her ready for the ceremony in the great hall as soon as possible.”

It took a moment before Alice realized that she really could refuse to go be made a breeder for the strange girl before her, but she dismissed the thought as quickly as it had come. The setup wasn’t perfect, but it was better than what waited her back at her dingy little apartment in the city. So, she was more than happy to slide off the bed and walk into the bathroom.

The room was almost as big as her bedroom in the old apartment had been, Alice noted. It had a large sink, thick cabinets on either side of a tall mirror, a standing claw tub, and what looked like some sort of pressure washer shower on the other side. Alice dipped one finger in the bath water and smiled when she found the it was still hot.

“Alright young lady, let’s get you in the bath,” Harley said. “This isn’t just to get you clean, either. You stink like the outside world, and a fair few of us can’t stand that stench. We’ll need to get you covered in Mercury’s scent before meeting anyone else.”

“Like, you want her to pee on me?” Alice asked.

The sudden laughter from Harley made Alice take a step back in surprise. The older woman patted Alice’s back while still giggling. “No, sweetheart, she’s just going to hold you in the bath tub until you’re good and covered in her scent, then I can get you two dressed, oiled, painted, and all that.” Harley looked Alice up and down. “Now strip before the water gets cold. You too, Mercury. We don’t have any time to waste.”

Alice reached up to undo her bra, but found that Mercury was already undoing the clasp. The girl’s hands were soft and moved quickly, sliding Alice’s bra off without missing a beat. When her hands looped in her panties, Alice made no move to stop Mercury from pulling them down.

For the first time in a couple years, Alice stood naked in front of someone else. Well, two people, but Alice tried to keep her attention on Mercury. She wrapped her arms around her pudgy tummy to try to let her future mate get a look at her boobs that flopped lazily away from each other and the small penis tucked away between her legs. Mercury, for her part, didn’t react in any negative or positive way, only nodded with something Alice hoped was approval.

The other girl didn’t hesitate in undressing. She unclasped the robe she wore and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked before Alice. Her heavy bosom met the curves of her hips in one smooth motion that Alice couldn’t help but stare at. She blushed when it became evident that exposing herself had begun to make her sizable cock begin to stand on end.

They probably would have kept gawking at one another if it weren’t for Harley giving Alice a tap on the shoulder. She obeyed and climbed into the tub, embracing the warm water that rose up to her ears. Mercury followed soon after and rested against the far end. With a look from Harley, Alice pulled herself between Mercury’s legs and rested there with her head on Mercury’s chest.

“Is this okay?” Alice asked. “I mean, for getting her scent on me.”

Harley grinned. “It will do quite well,” she said. “Now, I will leave you two to get acquainted and all scented up. I’ll go prepare the other tools and with any luck we’ll still be on time for the ceremony.” She disappeared through the curtain again, and Alice was once more alone with Mercury.

Mercury’s heart beat softly beneath Alice’s ear. Her skin was smooth, and the small, dark hairs on her chest made it softer. Alice wrapped her arms around Mercury’s waist without thinking, and while it made the other girl jerk in surprise she was allowed to settle in. “Is this alright?” Alice asked.

“Yeah, I mean, I think so,” Mercury stammered. “Is this okay with you?”

“It is,” Alice said.

“You don’t have to do this too long if you don’t want,” Mercury continued. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. I’m sorry, is this weird?”

“You apologize a lot.”

“Sorry.”

Alice giggled and looked up at Mercury. “You know I kind of figured that someone who was going to breed me would be more…forward.”

A patch of blush spread across Mercury’s chest. “Beastlings are so few that when a test found that I can have children I was told I needed to. My parents died when I was a kid, so if I don’t continue the line that’s it for our family.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Alice said, “I didn’t know.”

Mercury waved a hand. “It’s fine. Really. I barely remember them, the others here raised me and I didn’t think much of it. It’s just, well, I’m halfway through my twenties and it’s starting to feel more and more like it’s my job to continue on who I am, you know?”

“I guess that makes sense.” Alice shrugged. “My family kicked me out when I was sixteen, so for the past five years I’ve mostly been trying to get away from them. I guess I never thought much about continuing their legacy or whatever.”

“I’m sorr-” Mercury began, then shook her head. “I mean, maybe it will make you feel better to help continue my family’s instead? If that’s not…weird, or anything.”

The other girl’s heart was racing, so Alice took Mercury’s hand in her own and squeezed it. “It’s not weird,” she said. “I signed up for this because I didn’t want to be staring down whatever time I have left at dead-end jobs pretending to be a…to be someone I’m not. I’d rather help you make a family than make some bitchy lady’s coffee while she yells at me.”

That made Mercury giggle and she squeezed Alice’s hand. “That sounds like a good deal to me.”

Mercury helped Alice apply a few soaps to herself, which managed to scrub out whatever sweat and grossness had lurked in her tangled, curly hair for the past week. Then Mercury held her for a bit longer. It was supposed to be for the scent, Alice knew, but that didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate it. Then came a knock on the wall next to the curtain and they both scrambled to get out of the tub.

In the time since they’d gotten in the bath, Harley had set up a blanket on the room’s floor and spread out a large number of bottles around a large mixing bowl. She beckoned Alice over and Mercury followed so that they were both kneeling on the blanket. The cold air on Alice’s wet body made her shiver, but since Mercury didn’t ask for a towel neither did she.

“Now that you have Mercury’s scent on you, we can make you up for the ceremony,” Harley said. Her hands drifted over the bottles before coming to a large one covered in pictures of flowers. “Mercury, sweetheart, would you cover her in this first? It will prime her for the paints.”

While she grabbed the bottle, Mercury turned to Alice and smiled. “Is that alright?” she asked. “You can still back out of all of this if you wish.”

Alice shook her head. “I can’t go back, all I can do is go forward.” She raised her arms and smiled. “Lather me up, girl.”

Harley laughed and began to pour various colors into the bowl and mix them together. Some sparked, some smoked, and some reflected no light at all. Alice began to realize that not all of what she was seeing was natural, but that didn’t stop her.

While the paints began to mix into a color Alice’s eyes couldn’t decide on, Mercury squirted half the bottle she was holding all over her hands and began applying the liquid to Alice’s body. Her hands moved quickly, not daring to linger on any one part of her. Alice even had to grab Mercury’s fingers and press them to her breasts or else the girl would have ignored them entirely. That elicited a squeak from Mercury, which made Alice grin.

It took a while for Mercury to finish. Eventually Alice took the girl’s hands in her own and guided them, lest they leave parts unattended. She guided Mercury to gently cup her balls and coat her cock in the thin liquid, and showed her how to rub it all over her ass and thighs. By the end, the poor girl looked more like a tomato than anything else. Alice kissed one of her hands with a proud glee.

“Alright, now lay on your back,” Harley instructed. “This won’t hurt, but you may feel some weird sensations where the paint is applied.”

“Weird how?” Alice asked.

“You’ll know when you feel them.” Harley helped her lay back and set the bowl at Alice’s side. The older woman dipped two fingers in the mixture and began to apply it to Alice’s torso, beginning around her breasts.

Alice couldn’t see what was being drawn on her, but it felt like some strange sort of markings with the way Harley swooped and dashed her fingers around. At some point her entire chest went numb besides the occasional tingle like someone was pricking her with a hundred needles at once.

When she’d finished with that, Harley gathered more paint on her hands and trailed a line down towards the space between Alice’s bellybutton and her crotch. She began to paint more finely there, with small, precise movements that made Alice feel like someone was poking her with a stick over and over. It was unpleasant, but Alice was determined to stay still.

Mercury got up behind her and lifted Alice’s head onto her lap. Looking up at her, Alice smiled and Mercury returned it back. “This is so the changes will take,” Mercury said. “Without its magic, none of this would be possible.”

“What sort of changes?” Alice bit her lip. “Like…so I can have a baby?”

“You’ll see,” Mercury said, “but yes, for things like that.”

Harley added a few more touches to Alice’s stomach and then smiled. “All finished,” she said, and cleaned her hands on a small crimson cloth. Then, she produced two garments: a silver robe for Mercury and a cape of the same color for Alice. “Put these on.”

Alice started to pull the cape over her chest, but a look from Harley made her stop. Instead, she just let it hang from her back like the world’s nakedest super hero. Mercury, though, was quick to slip into her robe and cover herself up. She looked like she was going to cry from happiness in being clothed again, which made Alice lean in to give her a hug.

Everything finished, Harley helped Alice and Mercury up and led them out the door. The first thing Alice noticed when she’d stepped into the hallway outside was how loud it was. A rumbling din wafted up from the lower floor of the great hall filled with laughing, singing, and yelling; and all of it mixed with the smells of greasy food.

“You two will go to the center platform,” Harley said as she led them down the stairs. “You’ll receive your instructions there. Good luck, girls!”

Sure enough, in the time she’d been upstairs someone had set up a big round stage in the middle of the great hall. Despite the noise, it seemed like only a few dozen people were in the entire place; not enough to fill even a third of the tables. They were largely clustered around the stage, eating and drinking and laughing. Most of them looked human enough, but a few of the gathered beings didn’t look like people at all. As far as Alice could see, they ranged from people with cat ears to those who looked more like plants or movie aliens.

Almost everyone began to stare once Alice and Mercury were spotted walking down the stairs. They didn’t call out to them, thankfully, but instead watched in an oppressive silence. Had it not been for Harley in front of her, Alice would have run down the stairs just to escape the eyes. When she reached the floor and got to lead Mercury to the platform it felt like a mercy.

To her surprise, the platform was covered in blankets, pillows, and various other soft things. In the great hall with its ancient opulence, having a ready-made, modern bed raised over everyone stuck out. Yet, Alice was glad for a chance to step behind Mercury and avoid those who stared at her chest and below.

Once Harley had taken her seat, whatever ceremony lay in store began. The lights awkwardly installed high overhead dimmed and a spotlight was thrown on the stage. Another illuminated a woman walking among the tables before the stage in a golden gown. It shimmered as she moved and sparkled like it was made of starlight.

The woman was taller than all around her; taller than anyone Alice had ever seen. She had bright, almost white eyes and black hair which fell to her shoulders. When she strode towards the stage, Alice took an involuntary step back. The woman noticed and smiled with a mouth full of bright, white fangs all in a row as if they had been stolen from a shark.

“Welcome, Ms. Glass, to Castle Supernatural,” the woman thundered in a voice that had no use for a microphone. “We are very thankful for your decision to join us. I am Reine Mira, and I lead our merry band of misfits in this castle.”

Her comment got some laughs from the audience, and she waited until they had died down to continue. “While our recruitment methods for surrogates have become, admittedly, less conventional we still wish to honor you as we can, Ms. Glass,” Reine said. “As the world presses in on the supernatural on all sides and seeks to suppress us at every turn, the opportunity to invite a human to carry our next generation is a rarity. We hope we may honor the trust you have put in us.”

Alice found her throat caught a hold of anything she tried to say and held it back, so she only nodded and did her best attempt at a curtsy. For her part, Reine seemed to enjoy the attempt and clapped her hands. “Now, Ms. Hart, you have been instructed on what you must do this evening?” Reine asked.

Mercury carefully nodded, then answered, “I have, ma’am.”

“Then you may proceed if Ms. Glass gives you her approval.”

Beneath the bright light on them both, Mercury took Alice’s hand in her own and raised it to her chest. “Will you do me the honor of bearing my children?”

Every eye fell to Alice. She looked Mercury in the eyes and did not hesitate. “Absolutely,” she said. “Whatever happens, I have a far better future here than any place else.”

“Then lay back on top of me and we will begin,” Mercury said. In one motion she slid off Alice’s cape and let it fall to the stage floor. “You can trust me, I will not hurt you.”

Alice turned to face the crowd and Reine while letting her legs give out so she could fall back into Mercury’s waiting arms. Compared to the gentle touches before, Mercury’s grip on her was like iron, and there was no fear of Alice falling further.

Mercury’s hands, freed of their timidness, snaked down Alice’s midsection and towards her belly. There, her nails raked over the patterns painted on Alice’s skin. Whatever she did to them, the marks began to glow and heat, causing Alice to gasp.

The hands continued on their journey and cupped Alice’s crotch in one hand. The warmth spread down as well, enough that Alice’s cock began to raise itself to attention. Mercury not only didn’t stop it but encouraged her erection, stroking Alice’s hardness between her fingers. Alice squirmed in Mercury’s gasp and whined, but there was nothing she could do about the way her girldick eagerly stood at attention.

When Alice had reached full mast, Mercury changed tactics. Her fingers reached up Alice’s shaft and pressed against the sensitive head. The moans bubbling up in Alice’s throat were cut short as she felt her cock, impossibly, begin to fold under the pressure. Like a fire lit between her legs, Alice cried out as Mercury began to push her penis back in. The symbols on her stomach were glowing so bright that Alice couldn’t see beyond them to what Mercury was doing, only feel it.

She felt the way her girldick folded inward as if it were a jack in the box, and how the feeling of her balls hanging between her legs receded. There was a feeling like she came, but it emanated from every point on her body besides her crotch. The pain and pleasure mix caused Alice to double over, and Mercury had to dedicate her free hand to keeping Alice from landing on the stage floor.

At last Mercury’s hand met the base of Alice’s crotch and the burning subsided. The great, yawning lack between her legs caused Alice’s knees to buckle and she fell fully to the floor. Thankfully the blankets and pillows there softened her fall. She attempted to get up on her own, failed, and rolled over on her back.

Without the harsh glow, Alice was amazed to find that where a rigid girlcock had been was now, incredibly, a vagina. She reached down, grasping for it like she were looking in a cruel funhouse mirror. When her hands drifted over its—no, her—clit, Alice shivered. It was, somehow, real and very much hers.

Mercury offered Alice help standing up. “Now you see why the parts you have aren’t necessary to joining,” she said. “How does it feel?”

“Like a dream,” Alice said, doing her best to wipe at her eyes rapidly filling with tears. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything.” Mercury kissed Alex’s cheek and giggled. “Just allow me the honor of giving you my child, if you so consent.”

Alice kissed Mercury back on the lips. “I do,” she said.

Some in the audience let out audible gasps and what Alice hoped were sounds of affection. Mercury carefully undid the cord keeping her robe together and slid it from her shoulders to drop to the floor. While Alice had gained a vagina, Mercury had gained a bed of thick, black hair across her arms, legs, stomach, and chest. Her soft girldick was gone and replaced with something far more animalistic, pink, and throbbing with a knotted bulge at the end.

Mercury reached for Alice and lifted her off the ground without trouble. Alice’s legs dangled in the air while Mercury positioned her over the large, dripping member and began to slide her down. Alice’s new cunt opened and eagerly took in Mercury’s slick cock while Alice curled her toes and pressed her face into Mercury’s fur.

The fur on the Beastling woman’s chest was soft and its smell thick with need. Alice could feel Mercury grow and change around her while she took inch after inch of dripping dick into her pussy. Mercury grew taller and her arms bulged into something closer to paws that gripped Alice’s round ass and gave it a nice slap. Alice was embarrassed how much it made her moan like a wild animal.

Once Alice had reached the base of Mercury’s cock, not counting the knot below, Mercury began to bounce her up and down on her member. Alice’s face burned. Her cunt was dripping wet and the sound it made when it hungrily took thrust after thrust of Beastling cock was the loudest in the room. Alice could only imagine the way she looked, naked and filled before the crowd while Mercury used her like a sex toy.

Mercury’s new throbbing member was so large that Alice’s clit rubbed against it with every motion. Each time she was thrust upward, Alice whined and shook in Mercury’s grasp. Claws dug into her back and each drop of blood was met with twice as much wetness from her cunt dripping to the floor.

When her orgasm came, Alice wasn’t ready for it. She didn’t just cry out, she screamed as if she’d been shot. Her arms and legs shook while she wrapped both against Mercury’s bestial body and held on. Pulses of desire and ecstasy pumped up through Alice’s spine and spread through her body. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, but still Mercury pumped her cock into Alice’s shaking cunt faster and faster. She could only imagine the way her round ass looked to the crowd, jiggling with each of Mercury’s thrusts.

Alice’s scream was met with a howl from Mercury. The woman, the beast, grabbed Alice on each side with claws that sank deep into her skin and shoved her down on the thick knot lying at the base of Mercury’s cock. It wrenched itself inside, spreading Alice’s pussy every which way and giving her something else to moan about. Its thickness was far more than anything Alice had ever had inside her, but her new body welcomed and embraced the pain like an old lover.

Cum flowed into Alice’s cunt sticky and hot, pumping in her as needily as Mercury had been. It flowed deep into Alice and lit up the belly sigils once more, each one a different color. Alice saw stars, galaxies, everything at once. She slumped into Mercury’s embrace and let the woman seed her new womb. As far as Alice cared, her body belonged to the beast of a woman wrapped around her. She welcomed her cum and the children it would bring, panting and calling out affirmations of love for Mercury. If the Beastling understood, she gave no indication, instead only petting Alice’s back.

Excited murmuring came from the audience. Alice couldn’t see, with her head still to Mercury’s chest, but she could feel the way that the room’s mood changed to one of celebration. Harley and Reine came up and both began rubbing Alice’s back and petting her head and making excited noises.

“You did perfectly, Alice!” Harley exclaimed. “I haven’t seen a ceremony so successful in ages.”

Reine ruffled Alice’s hair. “You did well, Ms. Glass,” she said. “Thank you for the gift you have given us this night.”

While they talked, Mercury lowered herself to the bedding below and rested on her side, letting Alice look up towards the others. With Mercury’s cock still embedded firmly inside her, Alice could do little to move, but she didn’t mind.

“So I really did it, I’m going to have a baby?” she asked at last, looking up at the older women above.

“Yes, if tonight was any indication you will certainly bear Mercury a healthy litter,” Reine said, bowing her head. “We will help you through every step in the process, of course.”

Alice touched a hand to Mercury’s chest. After all the excitement, the Beastling woman had fallen asleep. Her animalistic body and long, snouted head rose and fell with each breath. Alice gave her a kiss right over her heart.

“Will I be having kids for others here, or just with Mercury?” she asked in a small voice.

Harley and Reine looked at each other, then back to Alice. “As your pack mother, it will be my job to help you give birth and figure what comes after,” Harley said. “This is the beginning of a long journey for you, and the rest can wait. For tonight, I suggest you enjoy yourself and a job well done.”

Reine pulled a blanket over them both, and Alice wrapped it tight around herself. She opened her mouth, shut it again, then nodded. “I can do that,” she said. “I think I’m going to like it here.”

“Wonderful!” Reine crowed, and gave Mercury’s side a pat. “We will leave you here. Rest well, and let us care for you.”

While the two older women went to attend to the gathered supernaturals, Alice smiled and looked down at Rein. She patted her belly. Mercury still throbbed inside her, but it was no longer a primal sensation; it was, instead, the beating heart of the life they would share. Alice closed her eyes and curled herself up closer to her Beastling breeder. It was a good night, and for that Alice was finally, truly happy.

[bloodfromthewound]

Epitaph

Description: A trans woman shares an unexpected bond with her step-mother after the death of her father.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: discussions of trauma and transphobia

The day Ashley attended her father’s funeral was almost the best day of her life. Almost, except for the fact that her father’s last wishes had stipulated very specifically that she be made to wear a suit and attend under a name she hadn’t used in years. The old man had made her life a living hell, but he had money, and a big house that she stood to inherit, so Ashley grit her teeth and put up with it.

The funeral was a quiet affair. Beneath the red maples that dotted the family graveyard, not a single eye was wet. Ashley shifted on a hard wooden chair in her—rented—suit and was surprised that even a dozen people had bothered to show up. Her father had made a name for himself in the grocery business, but where it had brought him riches it had never gained him friends.

Once the droning priest had finished his sermon—delivered while casting angry glances Ashley’s way—and the coffin was lowered, those few who had shown up were quick to leave. Their expensive cars left a trail of dust leading from the graveyard back to the highway. The priest gave a few words to the only two who remained, and then himself departed.

Ashley was left alone among the gravestones with her step-mother. She had kept quiet the entire funeral, and her face was kept pinched into a mask devoid of emotion. Ashley could have forgotten she was there, were it not for the pointed questions the others had asked about the “mother and daughter” where they had expected a son.

Where Ashley was lean and tall, her step-mother was short and curvy. While Ashley had trouble filling her b-cup bra, her step-mother gathered shameless stares wherever she. Her eyes were blue while Ashley’s were brown, blonde curly hair while Ashley’s was straight and black, and above all didn’t have a penis, which was really all that anyone cared about when comparing the two.

Ashley watched her step-mother glide across the graveyard silhouetted by the sun setting behind the maples. A feeling of dread gathered in her stomach. gave Ashley a feeling of dread. She stopped just short of Ashley, and looked up at her with wide eyes. Up close, her face was as smooth as porcelain and unmarked by age. It was a reminder of the most uncomfortable similarity the two of them shared, and just about the only one: they were very nearly the same age.

“Hey, mom,” Ashley said at last, tugging at the collar of her suit.

Her-step mother shook her head. “Your father’s not around anymore, you can just call me Emily,” she said. “Don’t worry, you’re still Ashley with me.”

“Thanks,” Ashley said, and felt her shoulders relax.

Emily looked around, and smoothed out her inky black dress. “I wanted to tell you that you’re free to stay at the house tonight. It’s cheaper than a hotel.”

Ashley opened her mouth to tell her she didn’t need the charity, but her stomach answered for her with a growl. Emily smiled and nodded. “Let’s get inside, I bet still know where all the cooking stuff is.” Emily sighed. “Your father never liked to cook, so I doubt he moved them since the last time I was here.”

Together, though not side by side, they walked across the uncut grass that led from the little family cemetery to her father’s house itself. It’d been built to be what her grandfather had imagined the home of a wealthy man should look like. The house was massive, with four floors that soared above the grass and as deep from its entrance as the caves a couple hours south. It was decorated with just about every material, from brick to wood to stone that had once been kept like new but begun to age with the death of their owner.

The house’s front yard was decorated with a lone bradford pear, awash in white spring blooms. Ashley’s nose wrinkled when she walked past; like everything to do with the house, it stank like rotten fish despite its looks. She hurried after Emily, up the front steps and into her father’s house.

Inside, Emily pushed aside boxes full of ad flyers and quarterly reports that had been piled around the entryway. Beneath the boxes the wooden floor had begun to warp, and her father had used the mess to hide the water-stained walls he’d never gotten around to repairing. The living room was even worse, with more boxes piled high with newspapers, trinkets, and old trash gathered around her father’s ancient recliner. Someone had put a sheet over it after the coroner had come to collect the body from its final resting place.

“Sorry about the mess,” Emily mumbled, taking care to step around the worst and smelliest piles. “Your father liked cleaning as much as cooking. I tried to get him to hire a maid, but you know how he is.” She swallowed. “Was.”

“Oh, I know.” Ashley cleared away a pile of manila folders and sat at the old kitchen table. It was a big wooden thing where her father had spent his mornings screaming at the people on his laptop. The rest of the kitchen looked almost untouched. The only sign he’d even used the room was a rusty latte machine covered in coffee stains.

Her step-mother opened the tall, stainless-steel fridge, wrinkled her nose, and closed it. “I guess no one bothered to clean up after they found him,” she said. “Nothing but rotten food.” She opened the freezer, frowned, then pulled out a box with a smiling Italian man. “You up for frozen pizza? If not, I can try seeing if there’s a local place that delivers. Even this far out from Louisville there’s got to be at least something…”

Ashley checked her phone, and frowned. Still barely a signal. “Frozen pizza is fine,” she said. “If that doesn’t work out I can get something on my way back in the morning.”

While the pizza cooked in the oven, Emily sat across from Ashley. Under the harsh white lights of the kitchen, Ashley saw the beginnings of middle age spreading across Emily’s face. Some small part of her wanted to feel triumph in that, but even in her early thirties her step-mother was a pretty woman. An ache Ashley told herself was just jealousy throbbed inside.

Emily fumbled with the wedding ring on her hand, twisting it back and forth. It was a big ugly thing covered in diamonds that Ashley’s father had crowed about for weeks. The wedding had been no less ostentatious, but that was back when her father had had money—and friends.

Emily checked her phone—covered with a bright pink case, of course—and tried her best to smile at Ashley. “So, how’ve you been?” Emily asked. “We, that is, your father and I, didn’t get to see you much since you graduated from UK. I know I should have texted you more…”

“Been fine,” Ashley replied, “just busy with work. Last job I had wanted me to move to California, but I like Chicago more. Now I’m working at a new place; working on a moving company’s app.”

“Oh, an app?” Emily cooed. “Now that’s exciting.”

“Not really. It’s tedious.”

A moment of silence passed between them. Emily, apparently not able to let the quiet win, got up and hurried over to one of the cupboards. “You thirsty?” she asked. “The freezer’s still making ice, and it looks like we’ve got bottles of soda and water in the pantry.”

The memory of spending a couple puking her guts out as a kid because her dad had neglected to get the water pipes fixed crossed Ashley’s mind. “Soda’s fine,” she said, and accepted a cold glass of it when Emily returned. She, like Ashley, had opted against testing the water.

“So, what’s Chicago like?” Emily said between sips. “I’ve been in Louisville the past couple years and it still feels too big to me sometimes. I can’t imagine what it’s like living somewhere that big....”

Ashley shrugged. “It’s alright.” She swirled her glass and watched the ice twinkle under the light. “Noisy, and rent’s always too high. Plus, it’s so cold every winter I think I’m going to freeze to death.” A smile began to rise across her face. “But it’s nice. I like it. The people are kind, and they treat me like…me. It’s the first place I’ve ever felt safe.”

Her step-mother grinned and clapped her hands together. “I’m glad to hear it,” she said. “I know things weren’t easy for you here, but it’s good you found yourself. You look better, too.”

“Better?” Ashley asked.

“Prettier,” Emily purred, “and happier.” She got up to get the pizza while the oven started beeping. “You seeing anyone?” she asked while putting on oven mitts. “A boy? Or girl? Or, well, other? I forgot what you call them these days.”

Ashley’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked away so Emily wouldn’t see her face. “Non-binary,” she said, “and no, not right now. I’ve just been trying to focus on work and keeping things together.” She rubbed her shoulder and looked away. The conversation was off, but she couldn’t figure out why. Something about the way Emily was talking to her made her ears burn, which only added to the discomfort. “There was a girl in college, but once she found out about me, she took it like dad.”

Emily sat down and slid a plate piled high with pizza in front of Ashley. “I’m sorry,” she said. “That’s not right, especially these days. I hope you know I feel that way.”

Ashley did her best to not respond, she really did. She munched on her pizza, downed her drink, and even tried to check her phone again. Unfortunately, her mouth had a mind of its own. “Even if you do, you sure didn’t say anything when dad drove to the college, threatened to kill me, and then cut me off.”

She had expected her step-mother to respond in defiance, to give her a speech about not being grateful, but instead the shorter woman wilted in her chair.

“You’re right,” Emily said. She bowed her head and her shoulders shook when she spoke. “I didn’t do enough. I thought I could fix him, but I ended up living in Louisville with my sister because he got sick of me.” She shoved her plate away and put her head in her hands. “Look at me, I thought sharing a frozen fucking pizza could help us reconnect.”

Ashley kept munching on her pizza and tried not to stare. “Did you really want to reconnect over a funeral?” she asked. “What’s the point? We’re step-family, and our only connection was a man who died hating us both. I’m only here to try to figure out how to get my inheritance and what you want from me in the process.”

“I don’t want your inheritance. I don’t want any of it,” her step-mother responded in a low voice. “I just, I don’t know, wanted some sort of closure. Something to make this all right.”

Ashley stuffed her hands in her pockets to hide the way they were shaking at the news. She rose from her seat while Emily sat with her head resting against the tabletop. “Not everything has a happy ending,” she said. “If you need me, I’m going to go figure out if my room is still habitable.” Ashley stretched and looked out the kitchen window towards her car on the front lawn. “I’ll be gone in the morning and we can just forget this whole conversation, okay?”

Emily didn’t answer. Ashley left her there and ascended two flights of stairs to the room she’d last seen in her nightmares.

...

Her step-mother found her an hour later, leaning against the railing of the upstairs deck. It was a pointless addition to the house, a little balcony set between her parents’ room and her own that looked out over nothing but trees, but she was thankful for a place to get some air away from the front yard.

The suit was still wrapped around her like a straightjacket, but she’d at least managed to get the tie off and toss it from the balcony. She heard her step-mother step out onto the balcony behind her, but didn’t turn to greet her.

“I remember you used to come out here a lot before you went to college,” Emily said. The sunset lit up the wide Kentucky sky with brilliant oranges and violets. “I thought you were just…lonely. I didn’t understand back then.”

A cool wind blew over the trees, the last dying breath of winter. Ashley shivered and gripped the balcony’s railing with both hands until her knuckles turned white. Then, she let out a breath. “It’s fine,” she said.

Emily stepped beside her and leaned against the railing. In its dying breath the setting sun wrapped her in a soft glow like its favored child. “You don’t have to say that, I understand. I overstepped.”

“No, no, I get it.” Ashley rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I get it. To you, I was the mopey son of a rich guy who had just given you what you’d always wanted. If I’d been happy, it would’ve been perfect. Anyone would be unhappy in that situation.”

Her step-mother frowned. “I was young,” she said. “Younger than you are now. Your father…when he and I were dating, he was everything I could have dreamed of: smart, sophisticated, handsome, and rich. I was looking at working a register for the rest of my life because I failed out of college, and he saved me from that while promising the world.” She joined Ashley in looking out over the rolling forest bursting with spring. “I thought I could be the mother he said you needed, and that we could have a real family together. I was naïve.”

Ashley sighed and turned away from the view to look straight at Emily. “My dad took advantage of you. He did that to a lot of people, especially pretty young women.”

There was quiet for a moment. Emily dabbed at her eyes, then broke the silence with a sigh. “Yes. I see that now.” She shook her head. “I didn’t want to. I thought that it was because no one could see him like I did. Even when he yelled, even when he told me to get out until I fixed myself, I couldn’t see it.” She swallowed and blinked rapidly. “Even when he put his hands on me. I couldn’t see what everyone else did.”

She began to cry, but when Ashley reached for her Emily turned away. “No, no, I still fucked up,” Emily said. “I failed you, when you needed a mother the most, and I can’t make up for that. I just wish I could have seen it before all of…this.” She gestured to the silent house beneath them, and the even quieter forest that lay in every direction.

Ashley rubbed her own eyes and groaned. “I meant what I said in the kitchen,” she said. “The only thing that united us as family was a man who hurt us both. It only brings us pain.” Emily started to speak up again, to apologize Ashley figured, so she held up a hand to stop her. “So why don’t we just…try this again? Not as step-mother and step-daughter, but just… friends. People. Something.”

She shook her head. “You get what I mean,” Ashley continued. “So, why don’t we just try to be two women sharing an old asshole’s house for the night?”

Emily sniffed, but eventually nodded while wiping her nose on the sleeve of her dress. “Okay, I can try that. New start, right?”

“Yeah, new start,” Ashley said.

The sun disappeared behind the horizon while Ashley led Emily away from the balcony. They stepped into the room she’d shared with her father, which was thankfully almost clean. “Your father must have just slept in his chair,” Emily said, which sounded just like him.

His bedroom was the same Ashley’s grandfather had used, and hadn’t changed much since that time. There was a crappy analog tv on a stand in one corner, and a massive dresser in the other. Its windows were covered up by sheet and closet door lay open with random clothes strewn around inside. In the center, though, lay the one good thing her father had owned: a massive bed covered in sheets made of real silk and pillows stuffed with goose feathers.

Ashley sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at herself. “I have never so badly wanted to rip off my clothes in my whole life,” she said. “I don’t know if he made do this because he thought it’d make me a man, or because he just wanted to hurt me one last time.”

Emily disappeared into the closet and came back holding a baby blue nightgown. She offered it to Ashley with a small, sad smile. “When I left here, I was in enough of a hurry that I forgot some of my stuff. I hope it fits.”

“Thanks.” Ashley shuffled in place until Emily got the idea.

“Right, I’ll go take a bath and leave you alone,” Emily said quickly. “I need to wash today off.”

Once the door to the master bath was shut, Ashley’s whole body sagged in relief. Nothing had felt better in her life than ripping off the last suit her father made her wear. In her rush she managed to just about strangle herself with the tie and ripped the fabric all over. She balled what was left in her hands and threw it in the corner with a triumphant cry. Once it was all off, she lay back on the bed for a minute and let the silk touch her skin. She shivered. No more suit, no more deadname, and no more dad reminding her he could end her life with a phone call.

After a while she forced herself to get off the bed. She had allowed herself to wear her own underwear to the funeral, and for once had an excuse not to tuck. Though given how tight the lacy black panties were, they practically did the tucking for her. She sat up and looked at the nightgown Emily had given her. It was girly with a little collar and lace all over. She sighed and began to slip it on, hoping it would let her sleep with some measure of peace.

Before she could get it on, however, a loud cry came from the bathroom. Ashley stumbled up, halfway in and out of the nightgown, and rushed through the door to find Emily struggling in the bath, sputtering and coughing while water ran down her face and through her hair.

Ashley tried to shout something reassuring, but it came out like a scream. She tore open wooden cabinets beneath the sink in search of a towel, but Emily kept squealing and splashing around so she did the only thing she could and grabbed her step-mother in a bear hug until she calmed down.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, nothing here is going to hurt you,” Ashley said, the words escaping her lips before she knew she had said them. “You’ll be okay. I promise.”

After a couple minutes of shaking, Emily finally lay still in Ashley’s arms, gasping for breath. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she kept repeating like a prayer, until Ashley had to shush her and brush her hair back. Finally, Emily slowed her breath and tucked her knees to her chest.

“What happened?” Ashley asked. She sat on the bathroom tile with her bare back against the door to give Emily some room.

At first, Emily didn’t look her in the eye. “Bad memories.” She talked with her eyes closed. “A lot of them. I thought I could handle being back here, even if just for a day.” Her head lifted and she looked at Ashley with eyes so pale they could have been ice. “I put off coming back until the day of the funeral because I thought I could handle it, but I was wrong. I’m sorry.” She began to laugh and wiped away wet strands of hair that had plastered to her forehead. “You’re the one who was forced to be here and to go through so much, but I’m the one exploding on you. It’s embarrassing.”

Ashley found herself laughing along with her. “It’s not embarrassing to show you’re hurt. We just have different ways of doing that.”

“I’m shivering, naked, and cold in front of my step-…in front of you,” Emily bemoaned. “I don’t think it gets more embarrassing than that.”

“Then let’s get you up.” Ashley rose and offered Emily a hand. For a moment she thought Emily would refuse, she relented and stood up. She used one arm to cover her chest, while the other grabbed a towel and managed to hold it over her crotch.

They walked out of the bathroom together and headed for the waiting bed. When Ashley tried to let go of her hand, Emily almost fell. Ashley caught her mid-fall and tried to get her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, you just need to lay down.”

Emily didn’t object.

Once she had lowered her step-mother onto the bed, Ashley pulled a blanket over her and got up to leave. She picked up the nightgown from where she’d left it on the floor, but before she could open the door Emily groaned.

“Don’t go on my account,” Emily called out. “I know…your bedroom hurts. Don’t go back because of me.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ashley shot back.

“You stood on that balcony for an hour in a suit so you wouldn’t have to go in,” Emily said. “Please, stay. I promise, we’ll be okay. We can just rest.” She sat up in the bed and held a hand out. “I don’t understand why you don’t want to, but I want to make things right.”

Ashley leaned against the door frame, unable to look back. “I didn’t come back here to be nice, just to make money,” she told her. “Now I’m realizing you’re a good person. I don’t know what to do about that.”

“Is that so bad?”

Her hand fell from the doorknob and Ashley sighed. “No,” she admitted. She walked back to the bed and sat on its edge. The air was cool on her naked skin, and suddenly the gown felt stiff and rough in her hands. “Alright, what now?” she asked.

“This is a big bed,” Emily said. “There’s plenty of room for us both.”

“The floor is fine,” Ashley replied.

Emily reached again for Ashley’s hand, but Ashley pulled away. “If this is your last night here, at least spend it in a nice bed,” Emily pleaded. “After everything, you deserve that. Please, don’t deny yourself nice things over me.”

“Fine.” She ran a weary hand through her hair and took up the side of the bed next to Emily. After everything that day, Ashley’s body was heavy. She settled back and pulled the covers over her. “Satisfied?” she asked.

“As much as I can be,” Emily said. “Goodnight, Ashley.”

Hearing that name, in spite of everything, made Ashley’s heart stir. “Goodnight,” she replied.

...

As much as Ashley wished, sleep did not come. She tossed and turned, but the aches of the day did not leave. She gripped her arms around herself. Her arms felt too skinny, and she could feel the way her hands were too large and bony; the kind she kept hidden whenever she could. Ashley’s chest swelled with two oddly-shaped lumps, and her stomach managed to somehow be too thin and too round at the same time, above hips that were straight as an arrow.

The house creaked in the night and each noise brought a new memory of terrors. The first time her father had found her girls’ clothes, the first time she had tried to tell a friend the truth, and the first time she had looked at herself, really looked at herself, and sobbed.

“Hey,” a voice whispered from the darkness. When Ashley didn’t respond it called out again, “Ashley, you’re shaking.”

It was only when warm arms wrapped around her that Ashley let out a small cry. She turned her head away even as Emily pulled her close. “I don’t need help,” she told the darkness. “I’ll be fine.”

The other woman let out a low “hmmm” and then ran one of her soft hands through Ashley’s hair. “You helped me earlier, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t pay you back,” she said.

“That was different,” Ashley said.

“How?”

“It just is.” Ashley grumbled, but didn’t move to untangle Emily’s arms from being wrapped around her. “You’re…different. Soft. Pretty. Girls like me don’t get that.”

Another “hmmm” and more brushing of her hair. What annoyed Ashley the most is feeling another woman’s hand in her hair did make her calm down. Her shoulders lowered and her jaw unclenched. She kept her eyes turned away, though, in a last futile attempt to refuse to accept that Emily was comforting her.

“I understand that you mean because you’re a trans woman,” Emily said at last, “and I know I played a part in that.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, which was a terrible response but she was afraid what would happen if more than one word escaped her mouth.

Emily cleared her throat and pulled Ashley’s head onto her chest. “I couldn’t sleep, either. All I could think of is where I went wrong, and what I can try to do to improve things.” Her heartbeat pounded in Ashley’s ear. “I guess what I’m saying is, I really want to make things better between us. As two women. Two pretty women, at that.” She chuckled. “Christ, we’re only five years apart. You’re as old as my sister, and I’m only just in my thirties. It shouldn’t be this weird between us.”

Ashley finally looked up at the other woman, with her chin on Emily’s chest squarely in the middle of her tits, and gave her a knowing look. “I’m resting mostly naked on your chest, step-mom. I think we are past weird.”

From the look on her face, Emily hadn’t considered their situation carefully until that moment. Her face lit up red, though she didn’t pull back. “I thought you said that the step-mom stuff didn’t matter!” she cried.

Ashley pulled back, but only just a little. “It doesn’t, I’m just joking. It’s just how I cope with things lately.” She nuzzled her cheek against the soft spot between Emily’s tits and gave a little “hmmm” of her own. “Maybe it’s because I’m gay, but this is the first thing that hasn’t made me feel like shit in years.”

After a moment to revel in the teasing, Ashley looked into Emily’s eyes and tilted her head to one side. “Seriously, though, what are we doing? It feels like we’ve been having trauma ping-pong all night, and I’d like to have something, anything else. So, are we just going to sleep or keep doing…whatever this is?”

“I don’t know what this is,” Emily confessed. “I just, I don’t know, sort of grabbed you. I wasn’t thinking. I just saw a beautiful woman in need of help and the first thing I could think of was to hold you. If I’d thought about it more, I don’t know what I would have done.”

Ashley pulled her up until she was kneeling over Emily, her knees on both sides of the other woman’s waist. “I think too much,” Ashley said. “I keep wanting to be a bitch to you, to say shit that makes you yell at me so I can abandon this part of my life entirely.” The words tumbled out like a dam had finally broke. “I want you to scream at me and call me a tranny and tell me you’ll never love me, but you keep refusing to and instead you’re nice and fucked up like me, and really hot, so it’s got me all messed up inside.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know what to do.”

“And what do your instincts tell you to do?” Emily asked.

“I want to feel you against me again, and to kiss you, and to try not to throw away the one fucking good thing I’ve had since I moved out with the one person who treats me like I am who I want to be.”

Emily pressed a hand up to Ashley’s cheek and wiped a thumb over her lips. “I think you should listen to your instincts.”

The lump in Ashley’s stomach threatened to rise out of her throat, so she kept swallowing between words. “But that’s wrong, isn’t it? The two of us, this whole situation, the bed we’re in…”

“Ashley?”

“Yeah?”

“Just kiss me.”

So, she did. Ashley leaned down over Emily and kissed her while their chests touched. Ashley’s small tits were swallowed up by Emily’s, and the older woman’s breath was hot on Ashley’s tongue. She kissed Emily without opening her eyes, afraid that if she stopped the dream would end.

Emily’s hands snaked around her and pressed against Ashley’s back. They roamed around, rubbing her shoulders, before moving down to the small of her back while threatening to go lower.

“Is this okay?” Emily asked between kisses.

Gasping for breath, Ashley could only nod and squeal when Emily’s soft, warm hands grabbed her ass. Estrogen had, thankfully, been kinder to her there than the rest of her, and she had a bit of heft for Emily to tease, pinch, and slap. Emily patted Ashley’s ass and giggled at the sounds the younger woman made. “I suppose we’re not just stopping at kissing, are we?” she asked.

Ashley’s face flushed as she could feel the outline of her cock strain hard against her panties, and even in her shame couldn’t help but lean down to desperately rub the bulge against Emily’s naked crotch. “I’m sorry,” she whined, but Emily silenced her with another kiss.

“If we’re going to go this far, I want to at least have fun,” Emily said in Ashley’s ear. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman, we’re just fucking, right?” When Ashley nodded, Emily smiled and went back to spreading her legs so Ashley could grind on her wet cunt like an eager dog.

In the dark, Ashley could barely see Emily. She had to use her hands to feel around, to grasp at Emily’s hips, and raise her own while the shorter woman tugged Ashley’s panties off. Her cock sprung forth dripping and leaking. It throbbed so hard it felt like it was caught in a vice, and Ashley whimpered in response.

Emily ran her fingers along the veiny shaft; in the dark Ashley could hear her smile. “It’s okay, you’re a gorgeous woman no matter what you have. If you don’t want to use this, I swear I left one of my vibes around here…”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Ashley gasped. “I don’t mind using it, just guide me okay?”

“Because you can’t see or because you want me to take charge?”

Her face burning, Ashley whimpered again. “Please don’t make me answer that.”

“Alright sweetheart.” Emily kissed her cheek and took a firmer grasp of Ashley’s cock, her thumb rubbing softly over the head, and guided it closer. Ashley’s hips were eager, and she gently gasped and humped the air as soon as she felt the hair around Emily’s crotch brush over her. Her cunt was so wet it matted the hair down and its smell thickened the air.

Ashley squealed when her head finally met Emily’s cunt. The older woman’s lips parted and welcomed Ashley inside, squeezing her tight and meeting her cock’s throbbing with a beating heat. Emily made small gasps and groans of her own as Ashley’s full length eased into her. The hand not on her cock snaked up Ashley’s back and rubbed over her cheek.

“Forgive me if I’m rusty,” Emily said between gasps, “you’re the first woman I’ve been with since college.”

A ripple of heat and light slid its way up towards Ashley’s brain and she moaned while her toes curled. “Same here, but I think we’re doing okay,” she groaned in Emily’s ear, her hips sliding deep into Emily as her length would allow, until she ground her hips into Emily’s. Her body moved as if it were possessed, Ashley only able to cling to Emily so hard her fingernails made marks in Emily’s shoulders.

She began thrusting inside Emily like a woman possessed, a bitch in heat, until the older woman took her close in both hands and guided her into a steady rhythm. Emily pressed one hand to Ashley’s chest, groping her tits, and gently slowed her speed until it was enough to manage. Her other hand slipped a finger between Ashley’s cheeks to toy with and finger her asshole. Emily probed inside with just the tip of her pointer, but when Ashley responded with whiny moans she pushed the whole digit in.

“That’s it, you feel so good honey,” Emily squealed between moans. “It’s just us, just focus on being inside me, okay sweetie? I’ll guide you, just let it feel good. I’ll show you where to go…”

Her words dripped heavily over Ashley’s brain. She shivered and let Emily guide her. Another finger slid inside Ashley and it made her whimper like a puppy. She could feel Emily’s smile and felt the warm hand on her chest slip down to her side. It rested on Ashley’s boney hip and kept Ashley moving in firm, hard thrusts that slid her cock in deep, shivering thrusts.

“Now, lean down,” Emily ordered, and Ashley complied. Emily offered her tit, her nipple hard and bright pink even in the dark. “Just put your mouth here, you know what to do.”

She was right. Ashley’s lips locked around Emily’s nipple, her eyes closed, and she suckled in time with her thrusts. Emily groaned and pressed her hips up to meet Ashley’s with renewed fervor. The fingers in Ashley’s ass begin to pump in and out, and Ashley felt Emily’s cunt squeeze her like she was being milked.

Ashley opened her eyes and looked into Emily’s, her question as pressing as it was silent. Emily nodded hurriedly and groaned. “Inside, it’s safe.” She pressed Ashley down into her as far as she go, and her legs locked around Ashley’s waist.

She didn’t last much longer from that. Ashley’s hips finally stopped moving for one last thrust, and her balls clenched. She let out a wholly inhuman sound as she emptied into Emily, years’ worth of frustration and need exploding into Emily’s cunt that clenched around her like a vice. Emily squealed and held Ashley inside until her cock finally stopped throbbing and began to soften, releasing squirts and streams of cum out of Emily’s cunt.

Once she had slid out of Emily, Ashley began to roll over, but Emily’s hands clung to her back and pulled her down. “No,” she said. “I…don’t leave. Stay with me, here, for the night. Please?”

In the barest light, Ashley saw Emily’s eyes shimmer, so she nodded and slid down to once more rest and snuggle her head on Ashley’s warm chest. “I can do that,” she said.

“Thank you,” Emily said, and then, a moment later, offered, “I liked that, Ashley.”

Ashley smiled. “I liked it too, Emily.”

...

In the end, there wasn’t much left to get from the house after the morning came. Ashley grabbed what she could from her father’s office, and called to get assurances from the bank and lawyer that they could handle selling the house and property. Emily made no objections, and instead packed her own car.

The blanket of the night lifted from their shoulders, they stayed quiet and kept out of each other’s way. It was only when Ashley had finished packing her car that Emily carefully edged up towards her.

“Going back to Chicago?” she asked.

Ashley nodded. “Someone else can sell the house and get me whatever dad had left. I don’t want to deal with it here.” She softened her gaze. “Where are you headed?”

Emily fiddled with the blonde curls that spilled down her shoulders. In just a t-shirt and shorts, she was a far cry from the dolled up widow she’d performed the day before. “I could go back to my sister’s,” she offered quietly, “but Debbie is always busy. I saved up enough to be comfortable for a while, but I’m not sure what I’ll do after that.”

Birds called to each other over the trees, and insects buzzed in the warm spring air. Whatever anger or bitterness that had once filled the air around the house was gone. The breeze smelled like a new world, and covered the stench from the rest of the house. Ashley looked towards the where the dirt road disappeared into the trees and snaked a path out towards the highway.

“My place in Chicago is small,” Ashley began. “It’s cramped, my neighbors are way too loud, and the water smells weird.” She leaned against her car and crossed her arms over her chest. In just a tank top in jeans, she felt like a weight had lifted from her shoulders. “Still, it’s home. The thing is, though, I don’t know if it’d have room for a step-mother.”

The older woman nodded and bit her lip. “I understand,” she said, and turned to go.

Ashley stepped in front of her. “But, maybe, it’d have enough room for a roommate,” she continued. “It wouldn’t be much, but it’d be a start.”

“Could I tell my roommate I love her?” Emily asked. “For real, this time.”

“I think I could include that in the roommate agreement.” Ashley tilted her head and smiled. “Does that work?”

Emily pushed past the hand Ashley offered her to agree with a hug. “I’ll take it,” she said, and Ashley hugged her back.

[bloodfromthewound]

The Blood of the Covenant

Description: A trans woman languishing in college is invited by a goth girl to meet "real vampires" and gets far more than she ever bargained for.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: blood, gore, sex, pain, transformation

Blake didn’t believe in vampires. Or, so she told herself. However, accepting an offer from the weird goth girl in her biochem class to meet “real vampires” had been a lot easier in the light of day on a crowded college campus. Now that she was stuffed into an ancient Jeep Cherokee bouncing down dirt roads beneath a dark canopy of autumn trees, Blake wasn’t so sure agreeing had been the best idea.

Too late to turn back now. Blake hazarded a look at the car door next to her: locked tight, and they were going so fast that getting out wouldn’t end much better. She gripped her jacket and sat back. Another bump sent her flying off the seat before landing back down with a thump and cry of pain. The goth girl in the driver’s seat didn’t seem to notice.

“Are we getting close to, um, wherever it is we’re going?” Blake asked, rubbing her head.

Given the goth’s silence, Blake didn’t figure that she’d answer. And at first she didn’t, so Blake almost jumped when the girl looked up and replied, “Very close.”

The Jeep took a turn on two wheels, sped through a grove of trees, and emerged into a clearing under a dome of stars. The car ground its way up a gravel drive towards a collection of buildings that Blake took a moment to realize was a mansion. The haphazard structure looked to have been built with different styles and shapes stretching back ages. A couple lights burned in the misshapen windows.

The goth girl parked the car and shut off the engine, bathing them both in darkness. She turned to Blake. “Are you ready?”

Blake gulped and ran a shaking hand through her hair. “Do I have a choice?”

“A choice? Of course,” the girl said. She looked at Blake with concern. “Did you think I was kidnapping you?”

With a soft laugh, Blake could feel her face turning red. “Well, I mean, you kinda drove me all the way out here in the middle of the night so…”

The girl opened the car door and stepped out. “I live here,” she said. “You’re welcome to stay away; I can drive you back or get you an Uber.” She smiled and flashed her teeth, which for a second Blake could swear had two large fangs. “But I promise you’ll have a lot more fun here.”

Blake hesitated, then opened the car door and got out. She wiped her hands on her jeans and grimaced at the sweat. Her blouse was sticky and stuck to her body. The goth girl walked over to her and held a hand out. “Don’t worry, I was nervous my first time too,” she said. “I’m Jenny, by the way.”

She took Jenny’s hand. “Blake.”

There was a point where Blake figured she should have let go of her hand, but when Jenny led her into the house and started walking her down a couple hallways Blake held on. Jenny didn’t seem to mind. From her vantage point, Blake also couldn’t help but notice that in the light of the mansion Jenny’s tight black jeans and blood red heels made for a view that she couldn’t complain about. She smiled.

The hallways of the mansion grew longer and narrower the further they went on. Blake began to breathe heavily. She could have sworn that this place was smaller on the outside, but tried to dismiss the thought. Instead, she flapped her shirt to try to get some air and promptly ran into Jenny’s rear with a startled cry.

“We’re here,” Jenny said as if she didn’t notice. She pointed to a large, red door. “You still want to see vampires, right?”

Blake stood up and dusted herself off. “I mean, I kinda figured that was a come on, not-”

“Do you or do you not?” Jenny insisted. Her voice was soft, but her grip on Blake’s hand was like a vice. “You must choose.”

“Okay, I get it,” Blake said. “Yeah, I want to. I mean if this isn’t some, like, elaborate prank or whatever and everyone from class is going to jump out.”

Jenny responded with a smile. She twisted the doorknob and ushered Blake into a new room deeper into the mansion. Unlike the others, which had been defined by low ceilings and cramped passages, this room was expansive and at least a couple stories tall. The only way Blake could tell they were deep inside the building was the lack of windows.

If there had been an idea of what a vampire’s lair would look like in her mind before, Blake was sure this wasn’t it. The room was well lit and covered in shag carpeting. Bean bags, couches, and recliners were arrayed in a semi-circle around a huge media center with multiple televisions and every model of game console Blake had ever seen. Elsewhere around the room was a shining kitchenette, a pockmarked pool table, and huge stacks of books.

Jenny let go of Blake’s hand and bounced over to a red leather couch. On it lay a woman who looked no older than thirty dressed in a pink hoodie, sweatpants, and her messy black hair tied up with a purple scrunchie. She was working her way through a book with dozens of colored tabs sticking out of the pages. Not exactly vampire material, Blake figured. The only other person in the room that Blake could see was a boy about her age on a recliner with dark hair, dark eyes, and wearing nothing but a sweater and socks.

While Blake stood at the entrance to the room, Jenny whispered in the woman’s ear. She couldn’t tell what they were saying, but Blake knew it was about her when the two kept staring her way. Finally, the woman closed her book and rose with Jenny to make her way over to Blake.

Blake kept her hands to her side and tried not to stare. Her face flushed. Dammit, how could this girl look curvier and hotter than her in clothes like that? She clenched her fists and closed her eyes until she could tell the woman was standing in front of her.

“What do we have here?” she said with a giggle. “Don’t tell me you brought another shrinking violet to me, Jennifer.”

Jenny crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s more spirited in class, I swear! I think she’s just nervous her first time.”

The woman rolled her eyes and turned to Blake. “Do you have a name?” she asked. “Speak, girl.”

“Blake Aneska, ma’am,” Blake said. She blinked and smacked her lips. Her mouth had said the words without her telling it to. “What the fuck?”

“Charming,” the woman purred and scratched her chin. “Nice to meet you, Blake. My name is unimportant, but you may call me Lady Bless.” Her eyes flashed. “Do so, now.”

“Yes, Lady Bless,” Blake blurted out again. She slapped both hands over her mouth and narrowed her eyes.

Lady Bless doubled over laughing and slapped her knee. “Oh, Jennifer, you were right! Just a little manipulation and this one looks like she wants to put her hands around my throat.” She composed herself again and flashed Blake a smile bearing two large fangs. “Just a trick, dear, nothing more.”

Blake lowered her hands, but the glare stayed. “A vampire trick?”

“Duh. It’s just a little puppetry, don’t take it so seriously.”

Jenny stepped in and held up her hands. “See, Blake, you were wondering if this was a prank but you can see it’s not, right? Well, I mean, besides the y’know…” She lifted her lip to show off fangs, looking sharper and longer than they had before. “Besides those.”

“Uh-huh,” Blake said and stepped back. Her hands shook. “I don’t suppose this is the part where the both of you start drinking my blood, is it?”

“Why, are you into that?” Lady Bless asked, then howled when Blake jumped. “Oh come on, I’m just fucking with you. All you humans are down for it.” She turned and curled a finger at Blake. “But no, I want to know more about the girl Jennifer brought for me. Let’s sit.”

Without meaning to, Blake followed right after Lady Bless to the couch. When she sat down, Blake sat beside her closer than she ever would have normally. She shivered.

“Is it bothering you to have me puppeting you?” Lady Bless asked once she had situated herself. She chewed on one end of her hoodie’s drawstring. “Most people we bring here are into that shit.”

Blake looked down at her thighs. “I think I was misled about why I was coming here. I thought Jenny was just saying all this stuff to be cool, not to take me to her vampire mistress or whatever.”

“I think you’re right,” Lady Bless said. She stroked Blake’s head through her hair, making her shiver. “Too bad though, you’re cute. If you want to go back we won’t stop you, but if you’ve made it this far why not stay?”

Blake didn’t say anything, but she didn’t leave either. “And if I stay, what are we going to do?” she asked.

Lady Bless shrugged and pointed towards the numerous remotes on a coffee table in front of them. “We could watch just about anything you want. We could read. I can get Jennifer to make us tea. Or…we can talk about you.” Her lips curled into a smile. “More specifically, what we can do for you.”

“Why do you want to do anything with me?” Blake asked. “I’m a rando that Jenny asked over here and took the bait. Aren’t you supposed to, like, eat me?”

“Only after a few dates first,” Lady Bless said and Jenny snickered. “But no, you aren’t a ‘rando’ if you made it this far. I ask Jennifer to bring me those she feels might make a good fit for our little…club. If she brought you here, she must have watched you for weeks or more to try to determine if you were a good candidate.”

Jenny bowed. “Guilty as charged.”

Blake wasn’t sure if that made her feel much better. “Okay, fine,” she said, “if I am supposed to be here then what do you want to know?”

The woman took her time to answer. “Jennifer, give us some space,” she said. Jenny bowed and headed over to the kitchenette. Lady Bless then turned back to Blake and stroked her back. When Blake didn’t pull away, Lady Bless asked, “For starters, I would like to see you naked.”

Blake coughed and sat up with a start. “What? No, I mean,” she stammered, “Isn’t that sudden?”

“Is it?” Lady Bless asked.

“Well, yeah, I don’t think I could ask the same, right?”

Lady Bless shook her head. “I am happy to show myself to you if you wish. There are no boundaries to such things in this place. I was simply interested to see your body.” Her eyes flashed. “Jennifer indicated you may be special.”

Blake felt the blood drain from her face. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“You mean you want to see me naked because I’m a trans woman.”

“Yes,” Lady Bless said without hesitation. “I have not witnessed someone such as yourself in my time as lady of this home. I was interested that you may have more to offer than other girls who stalk these halls.” She put her hands into the front pocket of the hoodie. “If I was out of line, forgive me.”

Blake felt the knots in her stomach untwist ever so slightly. Something about the woman so plainly speaking her mind and her apology helped. That, or maybe she just liked a powerful vampire asking for her forgiveness.

“Do you promise this isn’t a fetish thing?” she asked. “Like you didn’t just bring me here because I have a dick, right?”

Lady Bless grinned, eagerly displaying her fangs. “It would never cross my mind to treat a prospective sister of the night like so much meat,” she said. “If you do not wish to display yourself, do not do so. I simply ask, no puppetry tricks.”

After a moment’s thought, Blake stood in front of the couch. Her fingers fumbled for the hem of her shirt. What the fuck was she doing? Sure, the vampire lady was hot but still this was crazy. And yet, that didn’t stop her from raising the shirt over her head or unclipping her bra to let it fall to the floor. She could feel every eye in the room on her when she took three tries to unclip her belt so she could slide her pants and underwear off in one motion. And just like that Blake was naked in the middle of a vampire’s lair.

It took most of her willpower to not look down. She knew what was there already: skinny chicken legs leading up towards pudgy thighs and tummy and little buds of breasts on her chest. The air of the room was cold and made her aware of how thoroughly she had waxed her hair for what she had thought was a date with Jenny.

And then down there was that…thing. The thing which she didn’t like to name and would have preferred to ignore except for some inex-fucking-plicable reason was so excited to be shown off that it had already risen to full mast. It didn’t help that, well, to Blake’s embarrassment it wasn’t exactly small.

“There,” Blake said. “Is that what you wanted to see?”

Lady Bless clapped and nodded. “Much more than I had hoped for, in fact. You are not the shrinking violet I took you for at first if you are so willing to display yourself this way.” Her eyes lowered to Blake’s crotch. “Certainly not shrinking…”

Blake resisted covering herself and instead put both hands on her hips. “Thank you.”

“You are very welcome,” Lady Bless said and lay back. “Now, why don’t you tell me what you want to do with it?”

There was no energy to her words; it was a simple suggestion. Blake rubbed her arm and gulped. She wanted to look confident, but knew she looked clammy and a mess instead. Still, she wasn’t about to admit that outright. “I don’t want to do anything with it,” Blake lied. “What does this have to do with being a vampire?”

Lady Bless laughed. “Nothing at all,” she said, “I’m just horny.” She stood up on the couch so that she could stand over Blake, who realized that the Lady was quite short. “Tell me about your cock and what you want to do with it.” Her eyes shimmered. “Please?”

“Fine,” Blake said. “It’s big, okay?”

“Go on,” Lady Bless urged.

“It’s really big and fat and dripping,” Blake continued. “Like it’s…it’s really fucking huge and sometimes I feel disgusting because it won’t ever stay down when I need it. When I feel like that I can only see myself as a…as a not-girl. Sometimes I just want to cut the whole fucking thing off.”

“Do you want to cut it off right now? I could get you a knife.”

“No, no it’s not that.” Blake’s hands shook. She couldn’t tell if the words belonged to her or were brought out by Lady Bless; frankly she didn’t really care which. “I don’t want to be here just for my dick. I want to fuck like an animal. I want to get weird and messy. But I can’t,” she said in a voice just above a whisper, “I can’t do this if I feel like that’s all there is to me.”

Lady Bless leaned forward from her perch and placed Blake’s face in her hands. She gently raised the girl’s tear-stained face and rubbed her cheek. “So tell me, Blake Aneska, what is it that you want for yourself?”

The words came easier and tumbled out of Blake’s mouth. “I want to feel like a real woman. Yeah, yeah, I know that trans women are women but I mean I want to fucking feel that. You know?” She sniffled. “I don’t want what I’ve got down there gone but I want to feel like I’m a woman attached to it.”

Blake shook her head. “No, I want to be the woman attached to it. I want fat tits, hips with curves, and hair that isn’t a nasty mess.” Her chest was heaving. “I want to be the goddamn hottest woman with the biggest cock anyone’s ever seen and make every asshole who’s ever been a cunt to me wish they looked even half as good.”

Silence overtook the room in the wake of her declarations. Blake fell to her knees and gasped for air. She grabbed at her neck and coughed, slowly regaining her ability to breathe on her own.

When she had regained her senses, Lady Bless asked her simply: “If you knew that becoming a vampire would let you have that, would you become one?”

“Yeah.” There should have been more hesitation, Blake figured. But fuck it, why not? Her mind flashed back to the boring drudgery of school, the tirades her parents went on if she dared act a woman in front of them, and a career of being her town’s most educated barista ahead of her. “Fuck yeah, I would.”

While Blake remained incapacitated on her knees, Lady Bless leapt off the couch and knocked into her. Blake fell to the soft floor while Lady Bless stood over her, leering down with a smile that was full of teeth. “That’s the exact kind of shit I want to hear!” She dropped to her knees, one on each side of Blake, and pressed her face to hers. “I knew you weren’t going to be a pussy. Jennifer never fails.”

From somewhere behind them, Jenny uttered a curse of confirmation while the Lady kept Blake close. Her fingers traced circles across Blake’s body as she rubbed them with glee over the girl beneath her; across Blake’s chest, shoulders, face, and sides. “Fuck yes,” she gasped.

“What the hell are you doing?” Blake mumbled while Lady Bless rubbed fingers over her teeth.

“Feeling my new sister,” Lady Bless said. Her fingers left Blake’s mouth to grab the sides of her head and lift her face to the vampire’s. The Lady kissed her suddenly, squealed, then kissed her again. “We’ve waited so long for this, haven’t we?” Before Jenny could answer, Lady Bless stuck her tongue into Blake’s mouth and then retracted it. “Fuck, I want to feed from you so bad. Your blood is going to look so fucking pretty in my mouth. Please, please, please can I?”

Blake opened her mouth but no sound came out. She could only stare at the vampire Lady, looming over her with crazed eyes and gripping her shoulders with what Blake now realized were claws. She wasn’t sure what had come over the vampiress, but from the way her mouth hung open with two looming fangs she wasn’t sure about finding out.

“You’ll have to forgive her,” said a new voice from above.

Looking up, Blake saw the boy she had spotted standing over her. He kept his arms behind his back and gazed at them both with dark red eyes. He shook his head while patting Lady Bless’s back. “She has been holding back this entire time,” he continued. “Once she accepted that you’d make a good vampire, she wasn’t exactly able to control herself.”

Blake looked into Lady Bless’s pleading eyes. “So what, is she going to bite me and that’s it?” she asked. “Or is it like…weirder?”

“Oh it’s absolutely weirder,” Lady Bless said, breathless. “Way kinkier, too. Well, if blood is your thing.” She giggled and scratched Blake’s face. “But if Jennifer scouted you, it must be.”

She didn’t reply, but Blake knew her burning face answered for her. “Fine,” she said, “so what exactly does this involve if it’s not biting me?”

Lady Bless traced one sharp nail over her lips. “Oh, I’m going to bite you,” she said, “but that’s just the start. Turning into one of us isn’t easy. You won’t be yourself by the end, but that’s the point isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Blake sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “Okay, well, I don’t exactly have anything else to do or somewhere else to be. If you guys really want to make me a vampire, may as well get it over with.”

With a beaming smile, Lady Bless climbed off of Blake and helped her up. She held the naked girl’s hand and led her to the center of the room while the boy and Jenny accompanied them.

“Alright, you both know the drill,” Lady Bless told the other vampires. “Hold her while I give her the first bite. Gently now, she isn’t prey; she’s going to be one of us.”

Blake yelped from the touch of the boy and Jenny on either side of her, but didn’t pull away. Their grip was warm and they held her like she was a fragile thing while Lady Bless raised Blake’s arm and turned the wrist towards her. Her fangs gleamed in the light.

“Now then,” Lady Bless began, “do you, Blake Aneska, of sound mind and body accept the gift of vampirism and pledge yourself in the blood of this covenant to be one of us?” She traced Blake’s fingers one by one, careful to avoid the veins of the wrist. “We have moved quickly tonight, far faster than I would have believed. This is not a decision to be made lightly, and we will not judge you for rejecting this offer. Do you understand?”

Blake nodded and she continued. “To be a vampire is to accept a gift of immortality. You will live as long as you wish and will no longer be human. The blood of the darkness from ages past will flow through you and with it you will gain powers you never dreamed of. But it comes at a price.” Lady Bless’s brow furrowed and she squeezed Blake’s hand. “You must drink blood to retain these powers. To do that, you must kill; whether human or beast it does not matter. You will be branded a monster, a traitor to your kind, and a murderer. And none of those accusations will be false. To accept this gift is accepting, too, the curse it carries. Do you understand?”

There was a chill in the air and the Lady’s words hung heavy in it. It was one thing to embrace a new body and life, but another to take on its consequences. Could she be a murderer? Could she drink nothing but blood for the rest of her life? Blake wasn’t sure; but when she thought back to what lay outside the woods and back at the college she could see no other way. There was not going to be any way that she could back out and leave this behind; not now that she had tasted it. All she could do was take a drink.

“I understand,” Blake said. “I accept your gift and its consequences. I refuse to back out of this, because whatever’s in store for me can’t be worse than what I’ve already gone through.”

“That’s my new sister,” Lady Bless said, then kissed Blake’s wrist. “When you are ready, tell me.”

She didn’t hesitate this time. “Now.”

Like a sword into its scabbard, Lady Bless’s fangs slipped into Blake’s wrist. She hissed and felt the warm grip of the other two vampires grow tighter. The veins around the wound bulged as the Lady’s fangs drove deep before she pulled them back out. They left behind a ragged wound across Blake’s wrist that spurted crimson blood from the new holes. Before much could spill, Lady Bless pressed her mouth to the wound and began to drink.

Blake shuddered in pain. Her head was pounding and spots flashed in front of her eyes. Blood tests to get estrogen had been one thing, but this was an entirely new level. Spidery veins grew across her arm and spread to her chest as more blood continued to flow into Lady Bless’s mouth. For her part, the Lady drank in silence, though not without eagerness.

Before long, Blake began to sag in the vampires’ arms. Her feet began to lose their strength and she could feel her vision drifting. Her eyes were so heavy, heavier than they had been before. Sleep, that was what she wanted. A sleep that would last a thousand years.

Just as she began to drift off, however, Lady Bless licked the wound and it closed shut as fast as it had opened. All that was left behind were two neat, bloodless holes that marked her as one of them. Lady Bless then leaned over and gave Blake a bloody kiss on her cheek.

“It’s done,” she declared, “and now the rest of your journey begins.”

Lady Bless held Blake’s hand as she tried to stand on her own feet. Her legs shook and she began to topple over, causing all three vampires to grab her. Blake coughed and looked at all three of them. Their faces had lost the haughty gleam from before, replaced with lines of concern.

“I just…wanna nap…” Blake mumbled, slumping over in Lady Bless’s arms.

Jenny tapped Blake’s cheek. “Hey, c’mon, can’t sleep yet,” she said. “You just need some blood. Chace, help me with her.”

The boy, Chace, picked up Blake at first under her arms. However, when Blake slumped forward again he picked her up under her back and legs and held her like a bride. A warm feeling spread through her as Blake rested her head against his chest. She giggled and smiled.

Chace smiled back at her. “Ladies love a man who can sweep them off their feet,” he teased.

“That means I’m a lady,” Blake said dreamily in return.

That made Jenny laugh, and both Chace and Lady Bless joined her. With Chace holding Blake as easily as a doll, Lady Bless led them out of the room and deeper into the mansion. Blake’s head lolled back so she didn’t see where they were going, only the glow of lights hanging in fixtures ranging from ancient to modern. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, and she could not tell how much time had passed. If she had been told they’d been walking for days she’d have believed it.

Eventually their little party reached another room and the door slid open. Blake was brought to a gargantuan pool; one that was only a few feet deep but long enough to fit dozens of people. Chace walked into the pool and set her down on the shallow bottom, letting the warm water surround her. Blake shivered and sank low into the shallow depth.

While Chace remained in the water, Lady Bless and Jenny stood above. They kept their hands laid across their bellies and looked at her very quietly. The effect would have been greater had it not been for the fact that Lady Bless was still in her hoodie and sweatpants while Jenny had not changed out of her goth outfit.

Chace stood over her. “To complete your transformation, we must first build you up by opening ourselves to you and letting you taste; both of our blood and of our souls,” he said in a thumping voice. “Then, we must tear you down by exposing you, your innermost self for all to see. When it is done, you will have shed your false skin for a new one: your true self.” His voice softened. “Are you ready?”

Blake nodded.

In response, Chace began to remove his clothes. As he was only wearing a sweater and socks, that wasn’t hard. He dropped them into the water beside her and stood nude. He was a powerfully built man, supple muscle and rippling sinew across his broad chest and toned stomach. He was covered in fine black hair across his arms, chest, and legs; a trail of thick hair led from his belly button to a magnificent bush between his legs and the slit that lay there, gleaming at her. His cock rose hungrily from his cunt already and Blake blushed at its sight.

His body shivered as Chace used his claws to cut deep lines across his chest. Blood dripped and gushed from the wounds and ran down his stomach. “Drink,” he said while pointing to his crotch.

Blake didn’t need further instruction. She rose from the water just enough to bury her face between his thighs. Her nose sank deep into his bush and with every breath his thick odor filled her. Her mouth reached for and found his dick, throbbing with desire while rivulets of blood dripped off of it. She sucked up each and every last one while she took him into her mouth. His cock warmed her and she lapped hungrily at it and the blood he fed to her.

A hand grabbed the back of Blake’s head and tugged her face upward. Her eyes looked up into his, red with passion and gleaming in the reflected light from the water. What blood Blake couldn’t suck from his cock and inhale from his hair ran right onto her face. It was his marking, and it made Blake shudder. She eagerly fought to have every inch of him inside her and wrapped her lips tightly around his dick. When he shoved her face so deep between his legs that she could not keep her eyes open, Blake whined with need.

Chace’s blood ran thick over her tongue and down her throat. Its copper taste made her lick it up eagerly like a gift from above; which, she supposed, it was. She was sloppy and let it cover herself and her tits but she didn’t care. Blake kept lapping at every drop until at last Chace’s wounds closed and he stood once again whole and unharmed.

The boy reached down and kissed Blake’s cheek. He smiled. “You did well, new sister,” Chace said. “I am thankful to be your first. Remember my taste whenever you feed.”

Chace stepped out of the blood-stained water and stood by Lady Bless, still nude and at attention. Blake lowered herself into the water to wash some of the blood off her skin, but most she simply left to dry and stain.

Blake didn’t get much time to catch her breath. No sooner had she washed herself than Jenny stepped into the pool to join her. Where Chace had stripped himself, Jenny chose to let her clothes get soaked and cling to her skin. It was impossible not to notice her curvy body, with round hips and a chest that was made even more prominent as Jenny ripped her shirt open to expose herself to Blake.

The tattered pieces of cloth floated on the water while Jenny squeezed her tits between clawed fingers. Her flesh was pale against the darkness of her clawed fingers. “Like ‘em?” Jenny teased. “Becoming a vampire has…benefits.” She raked her claws over one breast until the skin bled.

Taking the breast in her hand, she offered it to Blake. “Drink,” she said.

There was no need to tell Blake twice. She fell to her knees, her chest just above the water, and locked her lips around Jenny’s tit. She suckled it hungrily without need for instruction. Whether it was the vampiric lust for blood or something more basic in her she couldn’t say.

Blake’s tongue lapped at Jenny’s nipple. Her groans filled the room and she reached up, touched, squeezed Jenny’s softness between her fingers. Her body shivered and hot blood trickled into her mouth. There was more than she could possibly gulp down and it spilled across them both. Hers wasn’t like Chace’s; his had been powerful and intoxicating like jet fuel, but hers was sweet and thick as milk.

A hand grasped at Blake’s head and she flinched. Then when she looked up and saw it was Jenny stroking her head she shut her eyes and went back to her suckling. The hand ran its way through her shaggy, unkempt hair with delicate precision. It traveled down her neck to her back where it gently petted her.

“That’s it,” Jenny purred, “you’re being a very good girl.” She laughed and kissed Blake’s forehead. “You like this, don’t you? Oh Bless may have an eye for your wilder side, but I can tell a girl who is desperate for affection when I see one. Oh no, don’t try to hide it, it’s quite…clear.” Jenny reached down to stroke the head of Blake’s rigid cock until it leaked for her.

Jenny kissed her again. “Don’t fight it,” she cooed. “Just relax and suckle my blood like a good girl. You’ll need lots now. Let me take care of you.”

Blake didn’t fight the way Jenny’s hand began to stroke her shaft nor the way Jenny picked Blake up effortlessly to sit on her lap like a pet. Her mind was too fuzzy instead while her lips moved on their own. Just as her tongue licked at the cuts in Jenny’s skin, so too did Jenny’s hand stroke quickly on Blake’s throbbing shaft. Some part of her brain laughed at how the blood was rushing right into her and straight to her crotch.

The cuts began to close up on their own, which only made Blake more desperate. She was so close her legs quivered and she humped into Jenny’s hand. She needed a release, needed the blood for it, and she fought desperately to keep the cuts open. Her sharper teeth bit at the skin and whines escaped her throat. Her hips pumped into Jenny’s grasp while her toes curled.

Her release came just as the blood stopped. It hit her like a truck. Blake’s screams echoed through the hall while her balls pumped load after load of cum into Jenny’s waiting hand. There was more than she had ever seen before, more than she could have hoped to produce; she felt like a geyser.

Jenny’s arms wrapped tightly around her and held her close. “Good girl, just let it all out,” she said. “You’ve been pent up in more ways than one. You must release all this before you can join us.” The entire time she kept stroking, even as the water became cloudy from Blake’s orgasm.

Claws that Blake hadn’t known she possessed dug into Jenny’s back and she squealed. Her stomach heaved and she gasped for air, but at last it was over. Her dick, empty, retreated to its soft state while Blake gasped for breath.

“What was that?” she asked between gasps.

Jenny kissed Blake on the lips and smiled. “What you’ve been needing all this time.”

Blake tried to stand on her own, but fell back into the water as her legs gave out. Her knees couldn’t stop shaking. Jenny leaned down and wrapped her arms around Blake, lifting her out of the water effortlessly and setting her on the edge of the pool.

Lady Bless walked over and put a hand on Blake’s forehead. Blake winced; its heat stung. Her mouth was wrenched open by Lady Bless who ran a finger over Blake’s budding fangs and peered into her eyes. She then flipped Blake’s hand over to look at where her bite had been; dark veins trailed up her arm from where the fangs had entered her.

“It’s taking well to you,” Lady Bless said. “How are you feeling, Blake?”

It took her a few moments to form words again. “Shaky,” Blake said at last.

“It’ll do that,” Lady Bless said. She held out her arms and turned to Jenny. “Give her to me. I’ll finish her up.”

Blake squeaked as the two vampires transferred her like she was a lost puppy they were inspecting. Lady Bless cradled her, despite Blake’s height advantage, and kissed her forehead. Blake quickly kissed her back; she had meant to get it on Lady Bless’s heart but managed to miss and kiss her boob instead.

“Eager one, aren’t you?” Lady Bless chuckled. She began to carry Blake towards the other end of the pool room, towards a door that Blake could have sworn hadn’t been there before. Jenny and Chace followed, though kept their distance.

Lady Bless talked without looking at Blake. “You have passed through the giving of your new family unto you,” she said, “but now you must give unto your new family.”

“I thought I already gave you some of my blood?” Blake asked.

“That was only to begin the process,” Lady Bless said, “and in any case only blood. You have not yet given to us the bone, the muscle, the skin…”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Probably. Does that frighten you?”

“Yes.”

Lady Bless kissed Blake again, tenderly as a mother would. Even for her stained sweatpants and old pink hoodie, the Lady’s presence filled Blake until she tucked her head into her Lady’s shoulder.

“Are you doing that?” Blake asked.

“Of course,” Lady Bless said. “I cannot take away the pain, but I can give you a reprieve from the fear. I would be a terrible Lady of the Night if my powers could not soothe you.”

Blake nodded. This time, she didn’t object to being puppeted. Instead, she clung on tightly to the Lady while she was taken through the door that hadn’t been there and down a hallway that was longer than Blake had thought possible until they at last reached a new chamber. It was the most plain and simple room yet, one without any furnishings but a bed so wide it could fit a dozen people on it. The bed was pristinely made and done up in white.

Lady Bless crossed the bare concrete to deposit Blake on the bed, where she rolled onto her back. Lady Bless wasted no time and began to remove her clothes while Jenny and Chace flanked her. First the hoodie was tossed aside, then her pants kicked off, and finally her underwear lay in a crumpled heap beside the bed.

Blake gasped. Lady Bless was unlike what she would have thought a vampire Lady to be, but nonetheless beautiful. Lady Bless had a soft, plump body with wide hips and thighs that framed a pussy covered in hair. Her breasts sat on her chest in big handfuls, resplendent with the same stretch marks that traced their way down to her round ass. The Lady smiled when she saw Blake staring.

“It’s okay dear,” she said, “a body like mine was made for staring.”

She crawled onto the bed towards Blake while the others followed. Soon, Lady Bless was atop Blake on her hands and knees, staring down while her nipples gently brushed the girl’s cheeks. “You have taken gifts from us,” she said in a soft voice. Her arms once more embraced Blake and brought her up to rest in her lap. “And now we will take from you, sweet girl. When we are finished, you will be one of us. Do you understand?”

Blake nodded. “I do…I think.”

“Good enough.” Lady Bless turned Blake so that her back faced Chace and Jenny and her eyes were on the Lady.

Lady Bless raised a finger to Blake’s throat. It grew into a claw as she traced a line across it, just enough to scratch it without breaking the skin. Then, after a couple passes, she sunk the claw deep into Blake’s throat. The girl made gurgling sounds from the blood filling her mouth as Lady Bless carved her way from one side to the other. It was not quite enough to take Blake’s head from her shoulders, but plenty to empty a rush of blood all over the both of them.

Blake kept her eyes locked on the Lady. She couldn’t speak any longer, so only nodded her head. The warmth filled her heart as fast as blood rushed out. It hurt, but not enough for her to scream. She sank her own claws into the Lady’s back to steady herself. She was glad for it when seconds later she felt talons from Chace and Jenny sink into her back.

While Lady Bless had so elegantly sliced her jugular, the two vampires behind her dug like animals into her. Blake winced and rested her head on Lady Bless who drank her fill from the cut she’d made. Chase wrenched his entire hand into the small of her back and she could feel his fingers wrap around her spine. With one snap, she could no longer feel her legs. Jenny, meanwhile, ripped chunks from her back and chewed on the muscle and sinew that emptied out of her.

“You’re doing so well,” Lady Bless whispered to her, mouth slick with Blake’s entrails. “I’m so proud of you. Just embrace this feeling, it will be over soon.”

There wasn’t much else Blake could really do. There was an odd numb feeling as she felt more of herself ripped out her back. She felt sure one of her lungs was gone, but it wasn’t as if she was really breathing anyway. The blood that came out of her was an impossible amount. It sloshed out of her in waves from her back and throat and covered the bed until the red had turned to black.

Something broke with a crack inside her. Her head boiled. The warmth was everywhere, it was hollowing her inside out. It was bliss, it was pain, it was…suddenly nothing. She looked down. Lady Bless held a heart in her hands. Blake’s heart, she realized. The Lady brought it to her mouth and kissed it. “It’s done,” she said and ate it one bite.

Blake ceased.

Then, she began again. Her eyes fluttered open. She looked up and saw Lady Bless stroking her face, her head in the Lady’s lap. Chace and Jenny lay on each side of her. She looked down and saw her body lay pristine on a clean bed. Not a single drop of blood.

“Was that a dream?” she asked.

Lady Bless took Blake’s left hand and put it over her chest. “Tell me what you feel.”

Blake listened for a moment. “Nothing,” she said.

“Correct,” Lady Bless said.

“So…I don’t have a heart?”

“You have joined us as one of the living dead,” Lady Bless said. “If it helps, your heart was delicious.”

Now that she could look closer at herself, Blake noticed that her skin had faded and lost some of its color. Her original bite wound was almost gone as well. Yet her skin was warm, as if it were still living.

She ran hands over herself, over her naked new body. It was curvier now than it had once been, with wide hips and a chest that at last fit her frame after hormone replacement therapy had not seen fit to bless her. Her hair was long and silky, and her skin was smoother than even when she had spent the night waxing every hair she could find. And, to her embarrassment, feeling herself had given her new, longer, and more refined cock a reason to stand up on its own.

“Pretty great, isn’t it?” Chace asked, running his hands over her belly. “I remember when I woke up like this and almost cried.”

Blake nodded and felt her eyes begin to water. “I think it’s more than ‘almost’ for me,” she said.

Jenny squeezed her hand. “I knew when I saw you for the first time you’d be perfect,” she said. “It’s always nice to see I was right.”

Lady Bless’s arms squeezed Blake close. She looked less the matron of a vampire family and more a soft woman with messy hair and lines around her eyes. Her fangs glinted warmly in the light as she leaned down to kiss Blake. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” Blake echoed. She thought for a moment. “What do we do now?”

“Whatever we want,” Jenny said, and Lady Bless affirmed her with a nod.

Blake cocked her head. “If that’s true, can we rest now?”

“Of course,” Lady Bless said, then giggled. “Anything for our special girl, our new sister. There will be time later for so much more. We have such sights to show you.”

And so Blake was lost again in a pile of bodies atop her, warm beneath them as the four vampires tangled in one another in a restful haze. They were blissful, they were doing what they wished, and for the first of many days that lay ahead Blake was truly happy.