There was a certain kind of masochism in Vicky's habit of visiting night clubs in her spare time. Like a person who hated coffee but every now and then felt an irresistible compulsion to go down to the local cafe and buy a latte – something Vicky also did on occasion. A strange need to confirm that this thing she hated was, in fact, something she hated. There was, she supposed, always the chance that this time it would be different. That somehow click with her. It never did, of course, but there was a chance. And there was also an element of spite to it – she was going to go do this thing so many people enjoyed and she was going to hate it because they were wrong and she was right and nothing could change her mind.

She made a bit of a ceremony out of it. Once a year, Vicky would go down to the barber shop to reluctantly get a thorough shearing – she had never particularly cared for the lack of respect shown to her wool by the average barber. Even if it was just wool, it was still a part of her dammit. One day she would fulfil her megalomaniacal aspirations of world conquest and when she did she'd have every barber shot and replaced with new ones who would give her body parts the reverence they deserved. But until then, getting sheared was something of a biological necessity. So she would grumble her way down to the barber and get prettied up, then throw on a nice outfit and then head out to suffer further indignities.

By all rights, Vicky should have loved clubbing. It was, at least on paper, absolutely her kind of time waster. Dress in revealing clothing, go to crowded places and be the centre of attention. That was really the key appeal to Vicky. She loved being the centre of attention more than anything else in the world. And when she was a teen, slightly less rowdy parties in the same vein had been her bread and butter.

The problem was that she'd been a teen for the past twenty one years.

Most people would assume that the eternal youth was one of the big benefits of vampirism. Those people were fucking morons, as far as Vicky was concerned – if anything, it was the biggest single drawback to the whole shitty deal. The ultimate issue was that you didn't actually get eternal youth so much as your body just sort of... stopped the instant you got turned. Completely stopped in every way. Sure, it was nice if you were turned in your mid-twenties-to-early-thirties. You got to be in the prime of your life forever. Less fine was if you were turned in your forties or fifties. Or beyond – imagine dementia, but forever. As far as Vicky was concerned, that was the only possible situation you could reasonably argue was worse than her own even if you were fucking wrong, and even then, at least you got to experience your prime at all.

Slightly less awful was getting turned while prepubescent. Your mind ages, but your brain stays underdeveloped forever. At least you never develop an interest in the various adult things that you can't do because you're a child – no puberty means no sex drive. Alcohol and coffee taste icky. That kind of thing. The big downside, though, is that a child isn't ever going to be capable of supporting herself, even if she is actually fifty years old.

Vicky, however, had drawn the short end of the stick. She'd been turned, entirely against her will by a renegade vampire, on her sixteenth birthday. Right in the midst of puberty. Imagine being a hormonal teenager for decades, with no end in sight. It sucked and she fucking hated it.

The biggest hurdle was getting turned away at the door wholesale. No, I don't care if you have ID that says you're legal, you look sixteen therefore it must be fake. Vampires? What's a vampire? Go play with your friends, kid. Sometimes she managed to throw up enough of a fuss to get let in, but those times were few and far between and almost never at the first clubs she attempted any given night. Certainly, she never managed to convince the bouncers at any of the nice clubs that no, she was an immortal vampire and was absolutely above 21, and yes she had been old enough when she was turned to be legally allowed to drink and fuck.

That was the first hurdle. The second big hurdle was that she wasn't particularly tall. She couldn't really go out onto the dance floor, lest she risk getting trampled. Vampire or no, getting stepped on still hurt. But what really got under her skin was the fact that she was inconspicuous enough for that to be a risk at all. There was nothing Vicky loved more than being the centre of attention, and there was nothing she hated more than being completely ignored. In High School, Vicky had been the hottest, most popular girl in school. Thin, athletic, attractive, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Maybe a bit of a late bloomer, but there hadn't been a girl in her family who hadn't been a late bloomer, nor had there been one who hadn't bloomed like hell.

But then she'd been turned right before she'd had a chance to bloom. People who had once hung on her every word quickly lost interest in her, and in their place was a small army of creepy fucks who she didn't really want to have interest in her. Because she still looked like a teen. And she hated it.

Inevitably she ended up gravitating towards the bar, which was the point of the evening she found herself at currently. The bar was safe. The bar didn't judge her. “Gimme a glass of whatever's the strongest shit you've got then leave me the fuck alone,” she snapped at the bartender.

“Sorry, I can't sell alcohol to you unless you're over twe-”

The bar usually didn't judge her. “I'm thirty seven, how the fuck do you think I even got in here asshole now give me my fucking drink and leave me alone.”

The bartender reeled slightly at the vitriol spewed in his direction, but to his credit remained professional. Vicky only had to wait a few minutes before he handed her a tall glass of some sweet smelling liquid with a crazy straw and a tiny little umbrella sticking out of the top. “I said to give me the strongest shit you've got, not this pussy cocktail shit.”

“There's four different kinds of liquor in there, ma'am,” the bartender replied tersely, before swooping a few barstools down to deal with literally anyone else.

“Asshole,” Vicky muttered, sullenly placing the straw in her mouth and reluctantly sipping at her booze. It was sickeningly sweet, enough that she barely noticed the burn of alcohol. Her head swam slightly – being technically a teenager, she didn't really have a high alcohol tolerance, and in spite of her protests the drink was actually quite strong.

“A glass of vodka, please. On the rocks, thank you.”

Vicky grunted sullenly at the sudden intruder, who had dared to take the seat next to her while she was trying to sulk. Her initial reaction was a terse “fuck off,” but Vicky decided to let the stranger stay for now. There was a chance, however small, that she might at least get something out of this. Maybe it was the booze talking, as Vicky was normally not one for one night stands with strangers. But she was fucking horny, and in her experience the kind of person who would order straight vodka is the kind of person who is super easy.

Vicky turned her eyes slightly to surreptitiously take in her neighbour's appearance, hopefully without being noticed. She appeared to be some kind of equine, though she also had a long, pointed horn proudly erupting forth from her forehead. Unusual, but not unheard of. She was fairly tall compared to Vicky, though given that Vicky was only four feet tall it would probably be more accurate to say she was an average height but fuck that shit. As far as Vicky was concerned, she was average height and everyone else was freakishly huge. And besides, calling the stranger average would have been a vast understatement. Everything about her was big. Big breasts bulged out of the plunging neckline of her dark brown t-shirt. Big thighs provided a similar challenge to her fishnet leggings, mahogany furred flesh bulging its way out of the patchwork of holes and leaving the garment just on the verge of snapping into pieces. Big hips, of course accompanied by a big ass, provided a similar challenge to her shiny black miniskirt. Wide and soft and pillowy, adorned with a tattoo of what appeared to be a cauldron.

And, of course, a big fat horsecock, accompanied by big fat horse balls. Really the best thing about equines. She hadn't even made a token effort to hide the thing – all three deep purple-red feet of it hung heavily, glistening slightly in the dim lighting of the club. It had been a while since Vicky had gotten to dom a futa, especially one quite so well endowed.

“Like what you see?” the stranger cooed sensually. “The name's Charlotte. What might yours be, cutie~”

Vicky hadn't exactly planned on getting noticed quite yet, but it was fine. She could improvise. Hastily, she activated the one bit of vampiric magic she'd ever managed to pull off – enhanced charisma. Usually all it did was get people to think she was cute. But that might very well be enough in this situation, with her target's inhibitions lowered by alcohol and the club's atmosphere. “It's Vicky. Nice to meet y-”

“I wasn't talking to you.” There wasn't really any malice or any signs of hard feelings in the matter-of-fact denial. But that didn't make it sting any less.

If anything, the response made it sting even more. “Oh, don't mind the shrimp, she's got a bit of an inflated sense of self-importance.” The sting transformed into a full-on punch to the gut. Vicky knew that voice. Turning to look at her neighbour to the right only confirmed her deepest fears. She wore what appeared to be oversized novelty sunglasses which obscured her face, but Vicky would recognize that particular shade of blue fur anywhere. The bitch certainly didn't make any effort to hide it – she wore a strapless dark-green dress that struggled valiantly to contain her head-sized tits, and nothing else. She somehow managed to put even less effort into hiding her equally massive cock than Charlotte had, and pointedly hadn't even bothered to put on fucking shoes, actively making an effort to wear as little clothing as possible. “I'm Azure. Azure Dreamer. It's a pleasure to meet you, Charlotte~”

“Oh, god, not you.”

Vicky had met this particular mouse dragon bitch exactly once, and once was more than enough. She didn't really want to think about the utterly humiliating experience – treated like she wasn't there, used as a condom, and then tossed aside like trash. The cunt pushed her sunglasses up onto her forehead and put on a smouldering smirk. “Now, now. It's rude to interrupt. Though, granted, rudeness isn't out of character, is it?” Her voice, unlike Charlotte's, dripped with icy coldness. “Oh, but don't worry, I'm not the type to hold a grudge,” she continued, lying through her unusually sharp teeth. “Why, as a gesture of goodwill, I won't even charge you for the living condom thing.”

Vicky sputtered indignantly. “Not charge- you made me pay that stupid cat bitch tens of thousands of dollars for stuff that didn't even actually happen!” she snapped. “I had to take out a fucking home loan to pay it! And then you made me walk home naked and covered in cum, in fucking August!”

“Yes, like I said, I don't hold a grudge. I've already gotten my payback for your behaviour, after all~”

“Ooooh, that sounds fun,” Charlotte interjected. “Now I definitely want to get to know you better.”

Vicky knew exactly where this was going. The best case scenario here was that the two would ignore her completely, wandering off to some back room to fuck. Shockingly, she was entirely okay with that development, considering that the alternative was she got in between the two and used. Again. No, she was more than happy to be left out of whatever bullshit they got up to. Sullenly, she turned back to her drink and resumed aggressively sucking at her straw. Best to finish her drink before the two hyper-endowed assholes inevitably fucked the entire club into oblivion.

“Tell me, do you often leave innocent bystanders naked and coated in cum?”

“Normally I would charge for that, but, well, a girl's got to have a hobby. And Vicky here is such a good little cocksleeve.” Azure leaned forward, looming annoyingly over Vicky's smaller form. “She may not act it, but she's very enthusiastic about cocksucking once things get going.”

“Tell me more!” Charlotte responded eagerly, leaning in close until her face practically touched Azure's.

“excuse me i'm still here you know”

“Of course, at the time she'd drank quite a few random magical concoctions, so she was superhumanly stretchy. I doubt she'd have been capable of taking a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of the amount of cum she drank otherwise, sadly.”

“Oh, don't worry about that,” Charlotte cooed. “I already spiked her drink with a stretchiness potion while she was yelling at you.”

“Oooh, forethought. Very admirable!”

Vicky choked on her drink, spewing a good amount of the remaining liquid across the counter. “Excuse me!?” She darted upright in shock, or at least attempted to, but Azure quickly placed a hand on the back of her head and roughly shoved her face into the table. It didn't hurt, but it was quite uncomfortable. The rodent bitch leaned over her, putting a significant amount of her weight onto Vicky's poor innocent head. Quite a lot more weight than Vicky would expect her to have, given that she was only slightly taller. It felt like, by all rights, it should have hurt. But it didn't – instead it felt almost like her head was being squashed into the counter like silly putty. It was intensely uncomfortable and rendered her incapable of speaking. Her remaining protests, though no less adamant, were significantly muffled.

“So, do you want the front or the back?”

“Oh, I've always been partial to a good facefucking.”

“I'll be taking the rear, then,” Azure replied with a solemn nod. “Normally I would charge for this, but, well, like I said.” She interrupted herself to close the remaining space between her face and Charlotte's. They kissed, though Vicky was more concerned with their enormous tits, pressing on her back and further restricting her movement. She struggled, though it was futile. She was too thoroughly surrounded by flesh, and Azure still had a firm grip on her head. Her other hand moved down and around Vicky to rest on Charlotte's now turgid member. Charlotte smirked through the kiss, and expressed her nonverbal approval by using her own free hands to pull down Azure's dress, unleashing her fat tits and giving them a good solid squeeze.

Azure's breasts responded by rather abruptly doubling in size. Charlotte broke the kiss, leaning back to get a better look. “Ooooh, my~” she cooed appreciatively.

“They're thanking you for the attention!” Azure replied.

“Well, they're very welcome!” Charlotte giggled. “I'm afraid that I can't return the favour. Mine can't grow on demand, and I don't have the relevant potion on me.”

“Oh, it's not a problem. If we decide yours aren't big enough I am more than capable of handling it, and anyway we've had more than enough foreplay.” Slowly, she leaned back, removing the pressure of her giant fucking tits from Vicky's back and letting go of her head. “I  think it's time to move on to the main event.”

Vicky darted upright, her first priority being to take a big, deep breath of fresh air. It was not, given that she was surrounded by horny cockmonsters, as fresh as she would have preferred, but she knew that she was going to need to take what she could get. “I don't consent to this!” She snapped. “Everyone hears that, right? I absolutely do not consent to th-”

“Condoms don't talk,” Charlotte interrupted cheerily, grabbing Vicky by the back of her head and roughly shoving her face-first at drooling cockflesh. Her protests were in short order completely muffled by three feet of meat being rather forcefully crammed down her throat.

It tasted really good, she noted with no small amount of resentment.

“Oooh, she's so tight. You were right about her being good at this.” Charlotte had a firm grip on Vicky's wooly hair, and a brief moment of struggling made it quickly clear that not only was she bigger, she was also significantly stronger. Still, Vicky wasn't going to give up so easily. She squirmed violently, still protesting as loud as she was capable of with three feet of cock thicker than a soda can shoved down her throat. All it actually seemed to accomplish was to elicit some pleased moans from Charlotte, but it was the principle of the thing dammit. She punctuated her thought by biting down as hard as she could on Charlotte's meat, only for her teeth to bend out of the way like they were a cheap Halloween prop.

With that particular line of protest proven to be entirely futile, Vicky redoubled her flailing. If she wasn't capable of escaping from the front, she could at the least give the bitch attempting to take her from the other end a tough time. Her hands were also still free, and she made as much use of them as she could, grabbing at Charlotte's meaty thighs and pulling angrily on her skirt. It didn't particularly seem to help matters, but it was at least nicely cathartic.

There was a loud snapping, tearing noise as Vicky found her panties violently removed from beneath her skirt. “Hey!” she attempted to protest. What actually came out was a muffled gurgle that drew another approving coo from Charlotte as Vicky's attempts at speech only served to give her cock a nice massage. Her wild flailing was equally abruptly put to a complete end as Azure firmly grasped her butt. Unsurprisingly, the rodent bitch was also significantly stronger than Vicky, enough to hold the sheep in place no matter how much she struggled.

Vampires, Vicky mused bitterly, were supposed to possess superhuman strength, but historically she'd never really found that to be the case.

“Now, I understand you're eager to get filled to bursting again, but if you're too lively you might hurt yourself!” Azure's tone of voice was frustratingly condescending, like a mother gently scolding a child who was attempting to play with a lighter and not a rapist chiding her victim for fighting back. Because, again, Vicky did not consent to this at all. She certainly wasn't enjoying herself in the slightest, arousal aside. “If you do keep struggling, we'll have to punish you~”

Oh dear. Vicky had absolutely no idea what punishment would entail in this context, but she wasn't particularly interested in finding out. Disregarding the fact that the mere sound of the word had sent certain feminine fluids flowing down her thighs.

“Oooh, did the condom just cum without permission?”

“Why, yes, I believe she did.” Azure casually hefted the kicking sheep up until she was effectively performing a handstand on Charlotte's cock and pressed her snout firmly against Vicky's drooling slit. “Oooh, and quite a lot, too. It looks like our little living cocksleeve doth protest too much. So hot and wet and horny. What happened to 'I don't consent to this,' little condom?”

“I don't consent to this!” Vicky didn't say because she still had Charlotte's penis occupying her mouth. The sentiment was there, at least, though Azure seemed content to ignore it.

“Well, you certainly didn't have our permission to enjoy this. That means you're going to have to be punished.”

Vicky was not a very large person. She'd been very athletic in her younger days, and being transformed into a vampire had left her with that build permanently, much to her annoyance. Her tits were washboard and her ass was the ass of a cheerleader rather than the ass of a goddess. The ass she deserved. The ass she had wasn't unappealing, of course. It was firm and pert and muscular and, relevantly, completely lacked any kind of padding to protect her when Azure lowered her body again and proceeded to backhand her backside.

It hurt, a sharp sting of pain like a spark of electricity that danced up her spine, erupting from the other end as a muffled yelp. Certainly, Vicky had experienced worse pain. But it was the shock that got her more than the pain. She was a fucking grown-ass woman and here she was being spanked like a disobedient child, in public. “Disobedient little cocksleeves get spanked~” Azure cooed gently, adding insult to injury. She followed that up by adding injury to injury, her open palm colliding sharply with Vicky's rear.

But what really rubbed salt in the wound was that the third strike was enough to draw out an orgasm. Not a small one, either, like her reaction to the threat of punishment. She fucking squirted, an arc of femcum splattering across the club's floor beneath her. “Honestly, again? Such a naughty little slut. Why, we can't properly punish you for cumming out of turn if you keep enjoying the punishment!” Azure punctuated the statement with another sharp smack.

“Maybe we just need to change tactics,” Charlotte interjected, idly rummaging around in her purse. “I believe I have something in mind. In the meantime, why don't you order yourself a drink.”

“An excellent idea. Excuse me, bartender? A gin martini, please. Perfect, stirred, with lemon peel and a dash of bitters.”

The bartender nodded slightly. It was a testament to his professionalism that he was only slightly taken aback by the situation. Though, really, Vicky would have preferred he be slightly less professional in this particular case. When someone is raped at the counter of your bar, the proper reaction is not to calmly make one of the rapists a fucking perfect martini.

Azure gingerly took the glass, holding it in a deceptively dainty manner. “Danke, darling,” she cooed, taking a gentle sip of the drink before casually placing it on the bar and turning her attention back to Charlotte. “I believe you had something in mind to punish our little disobedient cumslut?”

“Yes, I believe I do. First you'll want to get yourself situated, though.”

“Ah, good, I was hoping you'd say that. You've already gotten quite the head start on the action, after all.” Azure gently hefted Vicky's legs up and spread them apart. “Why, I'm the only one of us who hasn't gotten any action yet~” she said as she unceremoniously plunged her cock into Vicky's fuckhole. “Oooooh, you're tighter than I remember you being.”

Vicky grumbled in protest even as her inner muscles milked the sudden intruder for all it was worth. Already she could feel hot, sticky precum being injected directly into her hungry womb. And it felt distressingly good. She couldn't help but reflexively wiggle her petite ass against Azure's soft hips. Her mind could object all it wanted, her body just knew that it wanted more.

Charlotte held up two vials, each filled with an electric blue liquid. “A little concoction I came up with in my spare time,” she explained inadequately. Her horn lit up, enveloped in a deep mahogany aura that extended to the vials, quickly and efficiently removing the lids. They levitated from her hand, upending themselves in the two sexual titans' drinks. “For making this kind of situation more... interesting, let's say. I hope this club's got insurance.”

“Oh, don't worry about that, I'm the owner. Well, technically my wife is the owner and I'm just using the land, but the point is that we can feel free to let loose.”

“Oh, you're taken?”

“It's a bit of an open relationship by necessity.”

“Well,” Charlotte said, reaching over and picking up her drink. “She's a very lucky woman.”

“A toast, then?” Azure replied, picking up her own drink. “To spouses who are okay with lots and lots of anonymous sex.”

“The best kind!” Charlotte agreed as the two gently touched their glasses, careful not to spill any of the suddenly blue and bubbly liquid inside. With no more reason to delay, they each unceremoniously downed the remains of their drinks.

“Oh,” Azure said as her stomach let out a loud, wet gurgle. “Oh, my, that's strong.”

“Mmm, usual recommended dosage of that's about zero point zero five millilitres. I figured that it's a special occasion, though, so I used about four hundred times that.” Charlotte gently stroked Vicky's thickly curled hair. “Hey, bartender, can we get some refills? We're – mnnn – we're prolly gonna need the extra hydratioooooh yeah here we fuckin gooooooo~”

Vicky wasn't in a very good position to see the effects of Charlotte's handiwork. But she could feel the twin fucksticks she found herself rudely impaled on as they slowly began to push her jaw and her cunt wider. Wet, rubbery stretching noises echoed through the suddenly silent club, a murmur of panic slowly spreading through the crowd as the clientele slowly realized that this wasn't normal public sex. Loud rumbling gurgles accompanying their slowly filling and swelling sacs provided a melodic counterpoint to the sounds of their growing cocks. The occasional dribble of pre turned into spurts and then a full on steady stream as the floodgates burst and the two began to cum in earnest and also in Vicky. Her belly ballooned out, heavy and gravid and full.

“Oh fuck, this is good,” Azure groaned, hips arrhythmicaly thrusting in and out of Vicky's tight fuckhole. “I'm gonna hafta pick up the recipe for this shit 'cause damn.”

“Ha, you ain't seen fuckin' nothing yet, babe. Wait until we cum!”

Vicky wasn't particularly surprised that this was merely precum. Given the recent directions her life had taken, that was just the way it was always going to turn out. But still, she couldn't help but feel a sickening feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach, somewhere underneath the still thickening shaft of Charlotte's horsecock. After all, their precum was enough to leave her appearing several months pregnant.

She decided to try not to think about what exactly would become of her once they actually reached climax.

“Mmmm, tight little slut, isn't she?” Azure growled as her cock swelled bigger in sporadic pulses. “I can't even fit all the way in her anymore! Either she didn't get quite a big enough dose of that stretchiness potion of yours or she's enough of a virgin that she's this tight in spite of it.” She gave Vicky's ass another good, solid smack. “Or maybe it's because she's trying to fight back, like a bad little slut.”

“I doubt it,” Charlotte replied calmly, gently stroking Vicky's curly locks. “She would have to be pretty dim if she thought misbehaving could result in anything other than us getting bigger. And you're right, that small amount of stretchiness potion she's drank will only take her so far.” There was something dangerous about the way Charlotte smiled down at her. It didn't appear particularly malicious – and indeed it seemed perfectly friendly. But there was something, some intangible quality to it that set Vicky's inborn sheep instincts on edge. That's not a pony, they said. That's a wolf. A big, strong, hungry wolf who has us cornered with nowhere to run.

“I think it might be in your best interests to please us, little lamb,” Charlotte cooed. “Or there might be consequences.”

Vicky had, of course, not been resisting. Not for a lack of desire to get the fuck out of there, of course, but there wasn't much she could do in the situation so she had chosen to give up and attempt to ride it out. But her sheep instincts were telling her that perhaps Charlotte was right. It was, of course, highly illegal to cumflate someone to death. That counted as murder. But there was, she realized with mounting horror, a very real chance that these two did not particularly give a fuck about potential murder charges.

Her first instinct was to start giving Charlotte a proper blowjob, but that was very obviously out of the picture. Her tongue was thoroughly wedged in place by the sheer scope of the thing, and Charlotte's grip on her head was surprisingly firm. And she didn't want to even consider the potential consequences of thrusting her hips should Azure choose to interpret it as an attempt at resistance.  Besides which, the two were doing an admirable job of thrusting on their own.

Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, Vicky's eyes drifted to swollen burgundy testicles the size of bowling balls. They were still growing, almost imperceptibly pulsing bigger a fraction of an inch at  a time. Moving purely on instinct she reached out and placed her slender hands on their taut surface. The skin was hot, so much so that her hands recoiled briefly in surprise. They were not hot enough to be painful, and reluctantly she placed her hands back on them, gently applying pressure as she rubbed them. Like a psychic attempting to foresee the future by consulting her crystal ball, though unfortunately all Vicky could foresee was getting very full very shortly.

“Ohhhhh fuck yeah,” Charlotte groaned as her testicles responded to the stimulation by surging bigger. Within moments, they rivalled Azure's tits, and in another moment surpassed them. Not to be outdone, her cock practically doubled in size in one fell swoop. Vicky could feel it distorting her digestive system with its inhuman size – god, it had to be bigger than she was at this point. “Oh shiiiiiit, I think I can feel your cooooooh fuck!” Charlotte's free hand darted down and grabbed Vicky's head, steadying herself as she began to slooooowly pull out.

“Sounds like someone made the correct decision,” Azure purred, continuing with her own steady rhythm of thrusting. Vicky sure didn't feel like she'd made the correct decision, though. Regardless, she was going to have to change tactics – Charlotte's windup to her climax had moved her testicles out of reach. Not wanting to risk punishment, she quickly grabbed the monolithic pillar of flesh – she had to use both hands, and still couldn't reach all the way around – and began to vigorously pump.

“Cuuuuminggggggggg!” Charlotte roared as she plunged as much of her gigantic cock into Vicky as she could fucking manage in one fell swoop. True to her word, Vicky could feel the mighty fuckstick bulge and unleash its load. Copious would be a significant understatement. Images from a long-forgotten childhood school trip to Yellowstone National Park came unbidden to mind. Certainly, it felt like she was deep-throating Old Faithful. Though, really, knowing her luck, that was an understatement.

All attempts at metaphor aside (Vicky had never been very good at it anyway), there was quite a lot. She had taken significantly greater volumes of cum in the past, but that was hardly a fair comparison because the dick had been the size of a skyscraper. Proportionally, she wasn't entirely sure whether Charlotte or that fucking cat bitch had been more productive and frankly she didn't really want to know. She didn't want to think about it at all. Ideally she would entirely divorce her mind from the current situation until it was all over, but Azure and Charlotte had made it very clear that was a poor life choice. So instead she ruminated on how much she hated this, and how the fact that it felt really good didn't actually change the fact that she hated it.

“Speaking of cumming, looks like someone's enjoying herself,” Azure cooed. “That'd be your second unauthorized orgasm, naughty little thing.”

Vicky failed miserably at focusing on how much she hated this. The intense feeling of fullness was just too damn good. She'd already lost control once and she quickly found herself losing control again, her cunt convulsing needily around Azure's fuckstick as Charlotte continued to fill her slutty little belly full of delicious, delicious seed.

And man did she taste good. Of course, in Vicky's experience herms always tasted good, but it still somehow always caught her off guard. Salty and sweet and intensely rich, like swallowing a few thousand gallons of butter milkshake. She wouldn't have been particularly surprised if she ended up gaining a few pounds or so once she finished digesting the evening's work. Though that could take quite some time, she mused to herself as she felt herself being lifted up into the air by her rapidly inflating body. Within a matter of seconds it went from a few months pregnant to the size of a beanbag chair, and quickly surpassed that. It felt like she was lying on top of an overfull waterbed, sloshing back and forth wildly with even the subtlest of movements from her two tormenters.

Charlotte had seamlessly transitioned to a kneeling position, while Azure hopped onto her and continued to stand without so much as slightly unsteady footing. “My, my, not so much as a drop spilled. Very good, little slut. A bit too good, almost. We're already running out of floorspace! We're simply going to have to remedy that.” She reached down, grabbing Vicky's still slender ass with both hands. “Let's just stimulate the digestion a little bit, shall we? We want to have as much fun as possible, after all.”

What felt like a jolt of electricity surged through Vicky's body from the point of contact with Azure on her butt. It felt distressingly good, and Vicky couldn't help but let out a muffled, gurgling moan as she felt the rate of her growth rather abruptly slow. It didn't stop outright, she noted ruefully.

It was also about the only aspect of her that slowed down its growth. She had been right about Charlotte's seed being fattening, it seemed. She could feel Azure's fingers slowly sinking into her expanding ass, and more pointedly she could see her formerly petite breasts very quickly becoming not so petite.

Vicky suddenly found herself deeply conflicted. Being stuck in the body of a barely-pubescent late bloomer 16 year old for the past two decades had taken its toll on her self-esteem, as much as she would never openly admit it. She was short and flat and scrawny and, worst of all, every other damn woman in her family wasn't. Over the years she had tried what felt like every remotely reputable magical solution to her woes and nothing had worked – as if to rub salt in her wounds, vampires were almost immune to all but the most powerful of magic. Anything that might potentially have had a real effect on her was prohibitively expensive.

She had once gotten to experience what it felt like to be big. But that, well, had been when she'd met Azure, so it hardly counted because it was by default a bad memory. And here she was, once again seeing all her wildest dreams come true but once again as a direct result of getting caught up in someone else's wild sexual rampage. At least this time she was sort of being acknowledged. More than the last time, that was for sure. She still didn't have any actual agency in the whole thing, and this time she hadn't even done anything to deserve it! But at least they didn't seem quite as likely to forget about her presence this time.

Hell, she noted with a twisted sense of pride, this time she was technically the biggest of the three. Certainly there was no denying that she had the biggest breasts. Azure's spell had seen to that. She could practically see them growing as her digestive system went into overtime, converting Charlotte's seed into flesh. Already they had to be at least three times the size of her head, easily outdoing Charlotte's and even Azure's in spite of the latter having already magically enhanced her own pair. They pressed against the swollen flesh of her cum-filled gut that she was staunchly trying not to think about.

She couldn't see her ass, but she didn't need to in order to know it more than rivalled her new chest. She could feel the resistance as its slow but steady growth pushed Azure's hands away. “I did a little magical finagling to make sure that everything went to the right places. You're welcome for the extra padding, by the way,” she cooed, voice oozing with condescension. “Should be helpful with future spankings. Wouldn't wanna hafta hold back when giving my toy her favourite little treat for fear of breaking her, after all.”

There was a lot that Vicky wanted to say in response. She resented the implication that she would ever be used by Azure again, much less that it would be even a semi-regular thing. She certainly didn't enjoy being spanked, earlier orgasms aside. And she absolutely was not going to be anyone's toy.

Of course, even if her mouth had not been otherwise occupied, she would not have had the chance to voice any of her objections. Azure's hand abruptly removed itself from her ass before equally abruptly crashing down with surprising force. A familiar jolt of electric pain cascaded through her body as Azure once again spanked the shit out of her. Vicky could feel her expanded assflesh rippling violently from the force of the impact – and then another explosion of pain from the second strike.

“Go on, slut. You have my permission. Cum for your master.”

Azure didn't really need to order Vicky to cum. Her body did it just fine in response to the embarrassing pleasure she derived from the punishment. But, she supposed, she was mildly grateful that this time she wouldn't get punished for it. All those thoughts were dim and muffled, though. A small part of her mind clung to lucidity, buried beneath the much larger part of her that was content to let instinct take hold. Her body seized up, twitching and convulsing erratically as Azure played her ass like a set of fucking bongos.

“Someone's having fun,” Charlotte teased, giving Vicky a scratch between the ears.

“Sometimes you've just gotta let loose and play the drums on a really big butt.”

“Oh, I know the feeling! But actually I was talking about our friend here.”

“Ah, yes, fair point. Of the three of us, one has had significantly more orgasms. That doesn't really seem very fair, now, does it?”

“It doesn't! Why, you haven't even gotten to cum at all yet!”

“Well, that's easily fixed, now, isn't it?”

“I think one more ought to be enough to push you over the edge,” Charlotte replied.

The small part of Vicky's mind that retained some degree of lucidity just barely registered Charlotte's horn lighting up with a deep purple-red aura of what was presumably magic. A pair of glasses, enveloped in the same aura, floated up along with several bottles of alcohol which quickly went to work preparing the same drinks the two had ordered earlier. It took a further moment for Vicky to put two and two together, and by the time she did the drinks were in hand and more of that liquid that had resulted in her current status as a living water bed filled with cum had been added. “Oh shit,” she didn't say because her mouth was still occupied by Charlotte's cock.

“A toast,” Azure said, lifting her glass slightly. “To new friends, old acquaintances, and pumping random strangers so fulla cum we wipe out several city blocks.”

“I'll toast to that!” Charlotte replied warmly, and the two gently clinked their glasses together before downing them in one fell swig.

Vicky stared upwards at Charlotte, her eyes brimming with an odd mixture of unbridled need and abject terror. The sound, however, came from behind her field of vision. A deep, wet, rumbling gurgle. Soft at first, but building louder and louder and louder until it became a deafening roar. The unmistakable sound of a pair of fat, full dragon nuts that were already in overdrive being pushed even further beyond what was rational. Vicky could feel a mounting panic building deep in the pit of her stomach, somewhere sandwiched between Charlotte's monster and Azure's own growing shaft. She could feel it stretching her fuckhole well beyond what a sane person would consider safe. It was, she noted ruefully, not the biggest thing she'd ever taken, or even the proportionally biggest thing she'd ever taken. But that was more than made up for by the sheer overwhelming volumes of fluid that were being pumped into her.

And, once again, it was just precum.

Azure's fingers curled, digging into Vicky's ample butt. Enough that it hurt. Not the kind of pain that had drawn out orgasms from her earlier in the evening, but the kind of pain that cut through the remaining haze like a hot knife through butter. Suddenly the panic wasn't just mounting anymore, transforming into unbridled terror. Vicky had never had a panic attack before, but she didn't need the experience to know that's what this was. No amount of magically-induced stretchiness could hope to stand up to the raging torrent of cum that Azure was preparing to unleash.

“Mnnn, stop squirmin', slut,” Azure ordered through clenched teeth. “Unless you want me to blow my top even sooner.” Vicky's instincts collided, her inner vampire wanting to grind to a halt at the order from the much stronger magical creature, while the scared prey species part of her brain redoubled its efforts to get out of there. The end result was that she sort of did both, twitching slightly like a dead fish. “Relax, you're not going to die. Have you seen the paperwork you've gotta fill out if you cumflate someone to death? Ugh, and the fine.” Azure's voice shook slightly, belying how close to the edge she was. “It's almost enough of a bonerkiller that I need another dose of the good stuff.”

Vicky suddenly found the two parts of her mind in agreement over the next course of action. She stopped her movements.

“Good pet.”

Vicky's struggling had ceased, but her now one hundred percent lucid mind knew that the longer this went on, the more risk there was of not coming out of this alive. Her next moves were carefully calculated. Slowly, she pulled her legs up and back, as close to her body as her rapidly ballooning belly would allow without the grouchy dragon interpreting it as an escape attempt. With Charlotte, she'd been able to use her hands, but Azure's position behind her left anything useful solidly out of reach.

Vicky didn't look particularly strong at first glance. Certainly, compared to Azure and Charlotte, she wasn't particularly strong. But in high school she'd been the captain of the cheer squad, and that required a certain level of upper and lower body strength. And, as much as it was mostly downsides, being transformed into a vampire meant that Vicky retained that strength without really having to work to keep it up. It was demonstrably not enough for her to be able to escape.

But, well, Vicky didn't need to escape if she could get her captors to let her go. After just a little bit more finagling, Vicky kicked back, her feet landing squarely on Azure's swollen testicles with all the force she could muster given the lack of leverage. It was not the greatest kick, but she didn't need to hurt Azure. The impact drew a short, sharp gasp from the dragonmouse, and Vicky knew that unfortunately her impromptu plan had succeeded.

The dull roar, which had briefly subsided, came back with full force. Vicky could feel Azure's enormous penis swell thicker inside her, and a sudden pressure as the mouse fell forward and her fat tits smooshed into the convenient curve that Vicky's expansion had resulted in. Her hips thrust, in and out and in and out and in and in and in, slamming tightly against the soft padding of Vicky's new butt as she erupted.

Though, really, erupted was an understatement. Vicky had never witnessed one firsthand, but she felt confident in saying that Azure's orgasm probably put most volcanoes to shame. Not to be outdone, Charlotte grabbed Vicky's ears and began to roughly fuck her throat even as the three smoothly rose closer and closer to the club's ceiling. It did not take much longer before the ascent sped up as Charlotte added her own considerable output to the party.

If someone were to ask her which of the two had greater output, Vicky would probably have given them a good solid kick to the nuts, flipped them the bird, and stormed off. The actual answer was that Azure likely thoroughly outpaced Charlotte for this particular individual orgasm, but collectively the two put approximately equal amounts of seed into the sheep. It hardly made any difference, really. All that mattered to Vicky was that by the time they slowed down and came to a begrudging halt, she was still intact.

Which was more than could be said for their surroundings. It turned out that Azure's toast had not been an idle boast. Not only was the club decidedly no more, but so were its neighbours on either side, the building across the street, the buildings beside that one, the buildings behind it, the buildings across the street from that one. A big circle of destruction with a decidedly spheroid sheep at its epicentre.

“I'm, uh, pretty sure that everything that got destroyed is technically my property. It's fine.” Azure seemed uncharacteristically sheepish about the swathe of destruction she had contributed to.

“That was certainly an interesting experience,” Charlotte said cheerfully. “I certainly had fun.”

“It's definitely a nice stress relief,” Azure replied, giving Vicky a pat on her still slowly swelling ass. It was annoying and patronizing, but frankly at this point all Vicky cared was that it was fucking over. “So, how long until you're ready for round two?”

Vicky's mouth was still decidedly plugged by Charlotte's cock, so it was a testament to how strong her lungs were in a pinch that the noise she made was still recognizable as a scream.

“Oh, any time, but I wouldn't want to impose. We've already caused quite a lot of property damage, I don't want to put you too far out of pocket.”

Azure laughed, waving dismissively. “Don't worry about that, none of them are even real. I brought us into a pocket dimension around when I enhanced Vicky's metabolism. We can break as much shit as we want, no consequences in the real world.”

“Well! In that case, I move that we pick up where we left off.” An eager grin spread across her face. “Fuck it, why don't we go for broke. I've never fucked someone so full they were bigger than the planet before.”

Vicky's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she promptly passed out.

“That was amazing! We simply must get together again sometime.”

Vicky's head ached. Her whole body felt sore, tight and full. Like she'd gone out to a party and gotten very drunk and eaten way too much and then eaten more than that.

Which, she supposed, wasn't too far removed from the truth. Part of her wanted to assume it had all been a dream, but she knew it hadn't. She could remember every agonizing second, quite vividly, and she could smell the overwhelming stench of cum that permeated her wool. Slowly, she made an attempt to push herself upright and failed miserably. With a loud fwumph, she found herself flopping back down onto the couch she found herself lying on top of.

“Ah, you're awake! We took the liberty of, ah, locating your wallet and using it to find your home.”

“You would probably not have been able to do so on your own, so you're welcome,” Azure interjected.

Vicky briefly opened her mouth to protest, and immediately regretted it as all that came out was a wet burp and a good amount of Charlotte's semen. “I did my best to shrink you back down, but even draconic magic can only do so much when up against someone with innate magical resistance. I'm afraid that it'll take a few months before you're back to your normal proportions.”

“Fuck you,” Vicky managed. There was absolutely no way she was going to be able to get to work in this condition. Disregarding the fact that absolutely none of her shirts would fit over breasts three times the size of her head, or that none of her pants could even remotely hope to contain a fraction of her newly enormous ass, her gut was still full enough that she looked ready to give birth to fuckin' octuplets at any second. She was completely unable to get up, much less move.

“You'll probably need to take a few days off of work, but if I were you I wouldn't worry about that.” Vicky wanted to interject with a politely worded request for clarification, but all that came out was another wet belch and another good sized amount of cum. Every attempt at motion set her body sloshing and creaking and groaning. It did not feel comfortable in the slightest – the pleasurable feeling of fullness had waned, in its place an uncomfortable tightness and nausea.

“As for you, my dear, that was an excellent performance on your part. Have you ever considered a career as a prostitute? We've already got a proficient alchemist, but more than one could hardly hurt, and there's an exotic appeal to a unicorn.”

“Well, I'm not currently in the job market,” Charlotte said thoughtfully. “But I simply can't resist the offer to fuck sluts and show off my potions and get paid for it!”

Azure grinned widely before snapping her fingers, producing a white, rectangular business card. “Excellent! Contact me whenever's convenient for you and I can give you a quick orientation before putting you to work. Pay is dependent on how much you bring in, of course, but I promise you get a very generous percentage of each customer's fee.”

“I'll keep in touch~” Charlotte replied, daintily taking the card and adjusting her purse. Both Azure and Charlotte, Vicky noted ruefully, looked completely none the worse for wear. Their outfits weren't even slightly dishevelled. “But for now, I've enjoyed myself quite thoroughly and am in dire need of a good, long nap.”

“Yes, I suppose we should really leave Miss Ares here to wallow in whatever it is cumflated sheep wallow in.”

“If I'm pregnant, I'm suing!” Vicky managed to force out in between excess semen escaping her body.

Azure didn't react in the slightest to the threat of litigation, merely offering a friendly wave. “See you in a few months, pet~” she said as a parting barb before slipping out of the door to Vicky's run-down apartment, leaving the sheep finally, blissfully alone.

“I am – urp – I am fucking never going out clubbing again.”