Getting Heated	

Hannah cowered in the middle of the graveyard. The fox couldn’t believe she had taken that bet from her friends. “Ooooooh,” she shook and walked forward, knowing that if she stopped, she might be unable to continue. The gravestones cast shadows, the names unreadable in the dark. The usually beautiful oak trees were cast in darkness, looking spooky as the leaves began to fall. The run-down mansion at the end of the graveyard was said to be inhabited by someone, but whenever anyone tried to enter or break-in, they ran out of the house scared shitless.

Hannah and her big mouth were going to prove whether or not the place was haunted. She looked down at the ground, minding to stay on the path, but not looking at anything else. Before long, something different entered her vision. A rotting set of stairs. The blackened wood was connected to a matching black mansion. She made it. Hannah was terrified now, wishing she could turn back, but she’d be called a pussy if she did.

Climbing the rickety stairs, she stopped in front of the door. The glass was smeared with dirt and mud, the door handle was rusty, and the wind rattled it around in the frame. Steeling herself, she opened the door and ran inside. Darkness. Faint moonlight poured in from the windows, revealing stairs leading to a basement. Everything else was punky and covered in mildew. She pulled her phone out from her pink sweater pocket. Descending the stairs with the flashlight on, she kept her breathing low. “H-h-h-h-hello?”

She turned a corner and began to descend more stairs. “Hello?” Hanna called meekly. There was a faint blue light at the bottom of the stairs. Turning off her light, she took one stair at a time, emerging into the lit room at the bottom. Hannah couldn’t believe her eyes. Someone was sitting in front of an 85” TV playing Fortnite! Headset covering their ears and completely naked, they sat in a beanbag with a bucket of popcorn on the floor. “Nice skin; too bad it doesn’t make you better,” they said in a feminine-sounding, haughty voice.

Hannah was dumbfounded. “Who are you?” They didn’t respond. She dared to creep closer. The closer she got, the more it smelled like sweat. She didn’t want this person to lose focus; they were in the top 10.

“DRAT!” Suddenly, a blue-skinned Peely came behind her with a hand cannon and blasted them. “Blasted blue-skinned Peely!” They tossed her controller to the side and pounded the beanbag. “Every time I reach the top 10, a blue-skinned Peely blasts me with a hand cannon!”

“Wow, that’s bad luck,” Hannah stated bluntly, quickly covering her mouth, realizing that she made her presence known.

“Yes, it simply is.” The figure sighed, getting up from the beanbag. Hannah could see their silhouette from the light of the TV. They looked female. “But that’s just the way it is.” She walked over to the entertainment center carrying the TV and turned off her PawStation, leaving them in darkness. A clap was heard, and lights came on. 

The two looked at each other. It was like a scene from a bad comedy. Hannah, covering her mouth, looked the woman over. She was completely naked, her supple bosom and pussy on full display. Her red fur had white dots in curved strings along her leg, neck, and arms. Long, unkempt black hair was draped down to the small of her back; large, rounded ears sat in the middle of the hair on her head. The woman looked Hannah over. “Who are you, my dear?” She seemed unphased by Hannah’s presence.

“I… uh…” Hannah couldn’t help but look at the woman. How could she be so casual about this situation? 

“Pardon me, where are my manners?” She cleared her throat. “My name is Cherry.” She held out her hand. Hannah, still in shock, cautiously reached out her hand to shake. “I see you are shocked by my appearance,” Cherry said matter-of-factly. “Worry not. I shall not harm you.”

This relaxed Hannah a bit. “But, your clothes.”

“I don’t wear any.” Cherry gestured to her body with both hands. “Why hide this beauty with fabrics?”

“I guess so?” Hannah looked at her clothes: an extra-long pink sweater and black thigh-high stockings. She tossed this aside. “Anyways, I was told to um…” she couldn’t stop looking. 

“Allow me to guess.” Cherry stepped closer, “You wanted to see if there was a vampire at this chateau?”

“Vampire?!” Hannah began to cower again. Then, she noticed something important. At the front of Cherry’s snout were two fangs. “You’re not a…”

“Yes, I am.” Cherry darted around Hannah, standing behind her, “a very hungry one.” She licked her lips, adding a glint to her fangs. “You look like quite the delectable morsel. Perhaps a little thin,” she grasped Hannah’s sides and squeezed, “But enough meat there for a meal.”

“NO! PLEASE!” Hannah fell to her knees and covered her head with her arms. “I’m not tasty. I’m really gross! Stringy and gamey!” She began sobbing and sniffling.

Cherry fell to her knees, facing Hannah. “Perhaps you’re right, my dear.” She reached for Hannah’s chin and raised her head. “Maybe I won’t eat you.” Hannah opened her eyes. Through watery eyes, she made out Cherry’s smirking face. “You’re much too small. Only an appetizer.”

Hannah sniffed and mustered up the courage to speak, “You mean you won’t eat me?”

“I jest, dear. Honestly, you would make a wonderful actress.” Cherry giggled with delight.

“Hmmph.” Hannah wiped her tears. “Well, you don’t know. Maybe I’m actually delicious and succulent.” She stood.

“Quite right.” Cherry rose to meet her. “What is your name, dear?”

“I’m Hannah.”

“Well, Hannah,” Cherry stated, “are you better at Fortnite than I am? I’m afraid I’m dreadful.”

“Oh please, leave the Battle Royale to the youngsters.” Hannah walked over to the Xbox and turned it on. 

Cherry scoffed, “Please, I am only 628.”




Weeks passed since that day. Hannah would come by every weekend and spend a day with Cherry. Her friends didn’t believe her when she told them that a vampire lived in the basement and played video games. “Yeah, right, Hannah, you were hallucinating.”

The week of Halloween, Hannah ran through the graveyard, excited to show Cherry her vampire costume, which she had made herself from old costumes. Her cape flew in the breeze as she ran through the decorated graveyard. “I’m gonna sneak in and scare her tonight.” She leaped over the stairs and onto the porch. Opening the door, she went immediately downstairs, creeping down the stairs.

Something was different, though. Usually, she could hear Cherry making snide remarks or one of her podcasts playing in the background, but it was dead silent today. At the bottom of the stairs, it was an unusual sight. Cherry was in the beanbag, but the TV was on and muted, and some show she never watched played in the background. Cherry was breathing heavily, and a wet sound was coming from her. 

This was her chance! Creeping up behind Cherry, Hannah got on her hands and knees. The scent of sweat was heavier than usual. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Hannah tried her best scary sound, but Cherry didn’t move. “Wha?” Standing above her, she tried again. Still no response. “Hmmph.” Walking around the beanbag and standing between Cherry and the TV-

She froze.

Cherry was not paying attention. Her beautiful red eyes were swirly as if lost in a haze. Her arm moved and did something, and the wet sound was louder. Moving to the left, Hannah could see what was in the shadows. She had interrupted Cherry curing her private time, her fingers deep in her pussy, while her other hand caressed her breast. “Oh my god, I’m so-“ A smell hit her nostrils. It smelled salty, musky, like sex.

Hannah’s brain felt emptier and emptier the more she smelled it. “Here, let me,” she fell to her knees, “help you.” Hannah found the source of the smell; it was the musk coming from Cherry’s pussy. It was overwhelming, emptying her brain. Hannah’s golden eyes turned swirly like Cherry’s. It was that time of year. Every fur had one: heat.

Diving in, Hannah began licking Cherry’s pussy. Making room for Hannah’s tongue, Cherry moved her arm and began fondling both of her breasts. Taking long pulls, Hannah lapped up the juices from Cherry’s womanhood. The salty, bitter flavor coated her mouth. She wanted more. Spreading her maw as wide as she could, she shoved her tongue inside, forcing it as deep as possible. 

Cherry began to moan louder, pulling and tugging on her breasts like udders, begging to be milked. She didn’t hold back her voice, letting out moans and gasps for breath. Whoever it was that was licking her pussy was doing an amazing job. This heat was one of her best in a long time. 

Hannah pulled away for only a moment. She matched Cherry in her nakedness by untying her cape from her neck and striping the cobbled-together costume. Continuing where she left off, she shoved her tongue deep into Cherry’s pussy, licking and tasting every inch of her inner walls. With a free hand, she reached to her nethers and began fingering herself, her wet, tight pussy aching for some attention. Her first lesbian experience and was under the hypnotic grasp of heat.

Hannah’s fingers slid in with ease, sexual fluids providing plenty of lubrication. Reaching for her innermost depths and more sensations, Hannah didn’t stop wiggling her fingers. In an act of lust, Hannah pulled her tongue out of Cherry’s pussy, only to shove her entire muzzle in a split second later. 

“AAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAaaaaAAAAAH! Cherry released a primal scream, the jolt of pleasure shooting up her spine and throughout her body. She pulled on her nipples, already hard as rocks, stretching her breasts as far as they could go. Femcum shot from her pussy, coating Hannah’s muzzle, shooting her out of Cherry’s pussy, flooring her. Hannah continued fingering herself, her eyes showing how lost in the pleasure she was. Panting, she started pinching her nipple, as there wasn’t much breast to toy with.

Leaving the beanbag, Cherry knelt in front of Hannah. Shoving her tongue into her open maw, the two started swapping spit. Tongues coiling around each other like snakes, Cherry tastes her pussy on Hannah’s tongue. Reaching down to Hannah’s pussy, she took over for her, and Hannah played with both her nipples. The two shared the evening together, constantly swapping who dommed, and it always ended with one of them spraying their cum over each other.

The morning came, and the two awoke on the floor. Naked and sticky with cum, Cherry knew what happened right away, but Hannah failed to remember. “Hannah.” Cherry knelt in front of her. “I was in heat last night.”

“So? I get heat, too. It’s a normal thing.”

“You don’t understand.” Cherry looked away. “When a Vampire enters heat, she loses control. No one can stop her, and they must ride it out.” She looked over Hannah’s naked body. Cum stained her nether region and coated her muzzle. “It seems that you fell victim to my estrus.” Cherry looked on the verge of tears. “I am so sorry. I thought I locked the door. I didn’t want you to fall victim.”

“Cherry.” Hannah slid closer on the carpet. “I don’t care.” She made sure Cherry was looking her in the eyes. “I think you’re super cool, even if you never wear clothes. I will still be your friend.” She blushed. “And… maybe we can help each other with heat… question mark?”

“Hannah, my dear. “ Cherry embraced her. “You’re more than anything a shut-in Vampire could ask for.” She sniffed the air, “Oh dear, we could use a shower.”

Hannah blushed. “We? You mean… together?”

“My, you younger folk move fast.” Cherry chuckled. “Yes, if you would like. Come along, then.” Cherry stood and began walking away. 

“Hey, I’m in my 20’s! I’m not that young.” Hannah stood up and followed her.