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Fanged out night
🕑 Added 2025-11-05 13:10:46 +0000 UTCText only version. For the illustrated version, please refer to the Discord channel included with your member benefits.
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“Travis! Hurry the fuck-up, we are going to be late to the party, man!” Desperate knocks, nearly full on hammerings hit the wooden surface of your bathroom door with an angry, zombie dressed roommate behind them “Give me a sec Rob goddamn!” you yell back, leaning close to the mirror as shaky hands fiddle to accommodate a set of vampire teeth into your mouth. Cheap plastic fangs in place, you lean back to adjust the creasing collar of your robe and settle in place the somehow already breaking fabric of your cape “I look ridiculous” the words come out barely understandable thanks to the fake teeth occupying your gums, but even those can’t stop you from expressing your disappointment. The damn store that sold you this thing should’ve not advertised it as a count Dracula costume, the vampire in the mirror is no count, in fact, if vampires could look homeless then you’d surely be the first one to do so “Travis!” you roll your eyes at the impatient shouts, you are going to be like a half hour late at most to a party that will most likely last till midnight “I’m ready ca- ack!” the taste of copper fills your tongue as your body collapses against the sink, body bent in a half-fetal position from the painful shock that shot through your nerves the moment the plastic fang clipped through your tongue “Ugh” your body instinctively lets out a pained groan as the shock leaves your system and the priority of damage assessment takes place, opening up your mouth at the mirror to examine yourself.
“Son of a bit…” the swear comes naturally when you spot the bloody puncture in your tongue, only to die halfway through when your gaze settles on something much more interesting. Shaky fingers follow your focus in the mirror, past your lips, above your bloodied tongue and carefully grazing the incredibly sharp fangs extending well beyond what your human canines should “Huh?” you can’t stop the incredulous sound coming from your lips, too busy prodding and pulling at the new pair of teeth to notice the pooling blood already sipping past your lips risking a stain on your costume “Pft! Pf…?” you attempt to spit it out onto the sink, unwilling to run the risk of staining yourself, thought nothing but little droplets hit the basin, a bewildering amount considering the severe hemorrhage spewing out of your wound “Woah” lifting your lip reveals the culprit of this, the blood didn’t just vanish, it was being drained. Slowly crawling around your mouth and under the gum of your new canines, each sharp piece greedily sucking the velvety substance without any need for your input “Travis, what the fuck is taking you so l- woah, cool fangs dude!” Robert’s voice surprises you mid-inspection, apparently so fed up with waiting that he barged into the bathroom “I can see what took you so long, those must be a pain in the ass to fix in place. Anyway, are you ready to go, Count Dracula?” you can’t help but chuckle a bit, straightening up whilst trying your best not to draw any more attention to your new fangs “Sure” you just hope they come off eventually.
You thought the car ride and the novelty of the Halloween party would do well to distract yourself from the new appendages stuck to your mouth, you couldn’t be more wrong. Each bump, each imperfection in the rod that shakes the car even a bit, makes your mouth fill with that coppery taste once more “I really shouldn’t have cheaped out on the face paint, it’s already cracking off my skin” you wince every time it happens, unable to pay attention to Robert’s complaints as fresh trickles of blood run around your mouth every time the needle like teeth sink into your inner lips. You swallow some of it reflexively, spreading a surprisingly nice warmth through your chest every time it happens “We are here” it shouldn’t feel so right, but the taste is getting to you for some reason, that metallic flavor shifting to something nicer, tastier “Travis did you put on a wig?” his comment catches your attention, propping your eyes to open behind a curtain of raven black hair that settles strangely well around your face as you tug at it “Huh?” you look up at him mouth gaped and baffled, the foreign strands tickling your neck as they follow the whip of your head. Actually, since when do you need to look up at Robert? Last you remember you are supposed to be around the same height “Don’t get me wrong, it kinda fits the costume. Actually, did you do something to it on our way here?” the question confuses you until your eyes find what he’s talking about in the rearview mirror, the same robe and cape combo you had just put on back in the bathroom is significantly tighter around a body that is a size or two leaner than how you remember yourself “I- I’m heading in, I need to use the bathroom… yeah…” you manage the words out through a hyperventilating set of lungs, already out and around the vehicle before Robert can further inquire on your condition.
The party’s atmosphere immediately lays an assault on your senses, whatever’s changed about your body highlights things you’ve never paid attention to - every bead of sweat from the multitude of couples making out in the house’s corners, the hips bumping every so often against your own, the dipping neckline of your costume as it decides to morph once again, the foreign jiggle that each step is making you aware of - it all comes together into a hell of a walk to the bathroom, stimulating enough to haze you into a panting unfocused mess, yet apparently not enough to keep you in such state as you gaze upon your reflection in the bathroom mirror “Haaah?!” no amount of preparation could’ve stopped the scream that came out of your mouth once you were finally able to see yourself in the glass “How?!” you lean into the reflective surface, grasping full knuckles of a black wolf cut that frames a -to your horror- unquestionably feminine face, perfectly accentuated in black make up with an accompanying pair of rich glossy lips that delightful contrast the white canines peeking out under them “Ah” you mumble as you step back from the mirror, forget your face, if anybody needed confirmation on your sex then they just have to look at the “costume” covering your body, pulled so low it barely resembles the vest it’s supposed to be. Hell, you can’t even tell where the vest begins and the pants end, it’s all jumbled together like a dress “This is so fucked up” a dress with a neckline that shows off two small but unmistakable mounds peeking above its modest cups.
“Shit… damn beer cans” the bathroom door creaks open before you have time to react. Some guy in a pretty half-assed werewolf mask stumbles inside with his hands tightly compressing a bunch of soaked napkins around, what your heightened senses tell you most likely is, his bleeding thumb “Oh! Sorry for barging in, but I cut up my thumb pretty badly. Just let me soak it for a bit, and you can get back to doing your makeup or whatever you were doing” the smell of his coppery, intoxicatingly sweet drops of blood reaches you before his words do. The sight of it dripping down his hand, the waste of such a lovely substance, causes your fangs to throb with newfound hunger that threatens to make your knees give “L-let me help with that…” words slurred through a symphony of needy whimpers, you press on, approaching him with an alluring sway of your newly stretched hips. Closing the distance until your weight is pressed into his, forcing the man to stumble onto the toilet lid so you can crawl into his lap, hands clasped reverently around the hemorrhaging digit as you bring in into your eager mouth for a taste test “Mmmm~” he jerks back in surprise as your plump lips close around his wounded finger, greedily sucking the life out of it with long, painfully slow bobs along his skin “Mmmf~” he shifts and futilely attempts to pull back from your ensnaring lips every time your tongue wraps around the wound, dutifully nursing the gash free of its lovely fluids. Every so often, you subtly run your teeth around the wound, opening it back up to wring just a tad bit more life out of him “Mmmh~” the action presumably upsets him, attempting to pull back once more, he is only stopped by the incredibly satisfied, loving eyes staring up into his own. Though that’s what he likes to believe, your own mind is too lost in the dreamy pleasure of his flowing life essence to keep a semblance of composure or focus. You are not looking at him, you aren’t looking at anything in fact, every other sense now completely relegated to the background in favor of the one which is occupied in tasting him.
You are too busy indulging your thirst to notice how much of your body can now mold around him, pressing two substantially fuller tits into his chest, squeezing him in place with a strong pair of thighs that not so subtly grind a juicy ass into his crotch “Miss…?” a long string of saliva breaks from your lips as you slowly pull back from his slobbered thumb with a wet pop. Still rubbing your heart shaped ass into his crotch to keep him stupefied, unaware of the dangerous animal pinning him down now that you’ve licked the last drop of his tasty blood from your lips, still unsatisfied, still hungry for more “Ha- gck!” a sneaky lean in for a mock kiss is all it takes to seal his fate, your head swiftly dodging around to pierce his neck, sinking your fangs into his jugular vein “Mmmmf!~” a burst of pure euphoria fills your being as his essence runs around every available crevice of your mouth, it’s so good that your legs squeeze him tighter in place, rubbing into him with the growing desperation of a bitch in heat “Ackgh!” a gargled moan and a shoving hand put an unwelcomed stop to your meal, the pained human desperately attempting to escape your grasp even when his throat is severely open and his skin a sickly white “Oh you poor thing, I’m almost done, don’t worry. Here, just indulge me for an itsy bit longer~” you gracefully arch your back, wobbling your immensely overgrown jugs into his suffering gaze. Kneading and jiggling the hefty mounds, graciously offering your soft abundance of cleavage to ease his remaining moments so he can allow you to feast in peace.
“Oh I’m sorry, let me help you get to them” a sultry giggle comes from your lips, you are such a ditz! He’s barely holding onto life, he couldn’t even manage to reach for a squeeze if he wanted to “Do you like them? They are so huge and squishy, right? Mmph” your hot breath washes over his neck with the accompanying grind of your hips, enjoying how hard he still is in spite of how much blood you’ve taken “Oh~” a weak set of fingers take up your offer, making you wiggle around in pleasure as they try and fail to grasp even a quarter of your tits, kneading them around your chest only thanks to the monstrous size that makes them prone to handsy wobbles, specially when overflowing and unsupported from such a scandalous dress “Aaaand - mmuah- done~” the drained husk underneath your curves blankly stares ahead as you gracefully step off it to fix the black fabric supporting your ridiculous proportions, already thinking of the next meal that will get to sink their hands into your sexy body “Travis! Are you all right dude?” and it looks like it’s found you first.
“Hey Robby~” the set of curves that’ve stepped out of the bathroom easily bind him in place. Eyes unsure of what piece of your jiggling body they want to focus as your own arms swing around his neck “Want us to go somewhere I can take care of that?~” dangling your heavy melons right in his face while you nip and kiss at his exposed skin with your canines, applying the minimum pressure to mark him in hicks as you barely manage to not bite in; rubbing the bulge of his hardening member as he is entrancingly led by your voluptuous body into another recess of the party. Soon to be just another soul lost in an attempt to satiate your unquenchable thirst.
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Forgive the out of date theme, this was supposed to come out on halloween but a surprise stumble down the stairs had other plans in store for me (I'm fine I just f uped my back a bit). Anyway, see ya on the next one : )
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Greg Leg
can you send discord link
Kyle Cocciante
I dont have the link to Discord
