A Tale of Two Curses

A Tale of Two Curses – Futanari Vampires

By: The Archivist

Foreword: A call to understanding for the reader.

Normally I don't open my stories with my own thoughts. I jump right in to the character's point of view. It's their story, not mine. But, when you read this story, you may think ill of me.

That is because that in addition to vampires and transsexuals, this story deals with sex between a grown woman and a young girl, specifically a nine year old.

I know this is reprehensible, but let me explain before you judge me.

I have sexual thoughts in my head that sometimes are pervasive. I can't stop thinking about them. Some of these fall into the tropes of certain fetishes, most notably Vampire, Trans, Lesbian, and Creampie. My first `A Tale of Two Curses' five part series was a story about all of these fetishes at once, sort of making a super-fetish.

After I wrote it down, the pervasive thoughts went away.

Then I had ideas for my next five part story, and after that, a stand-alone romance. All eleven of these stories were between consenting adults.

Let me digress. A long time ago, when I was a little kid, I was attracted to other kids my age. It happens. But, as I grew and developed more well rounded sexual desires, the attraction to young kids was always there. Most times it was not relevant; the idea of sexualizing a child disgusted me, or at the least didn't excite me.

But every once in a while I got turned on by the idea of a very young child with sexual needs, fulfilled by an understanding adult that had no desire to harm them or use them, only to help explore their sexuality.

After my other stories, this one popped into my head. Like the others, I couldn't NOT think about it.

So I wrote it down.

Why keep or even publish such an abominable thing?

Because deleting it would keep me from remembering that it was out of my head. As long as this story exists, I don't need to think about it. It can turn me on a bit, but I won't feel it strongly because it's not me anymore; it's static words in a file saved long ago.

So, please don't judge me harshly, reader. I don't consider myself a pedophile (much like our protagonist) but unlike her, I'd never act on any of these desires. As long as I keep them written down, they don't bother me.

However, if you like the `A Tale of Two Curses' series, this is a worthy addition, if F/f doesn't bother you.

Chapter 12 – Unspeakable Love

Before I became a vampire, most people would consider me a monster. It's hard to say who people would be more afraid of; bloodsucking undead fiends or people like me. People who have lots of love to give. People who just want to share that love with the most deserving of love.

Children.

Yes, the official term is pedophile, but I don't consider myself that. It's an ugly label that lumps me in with abusive fathers, rapists, and people who hurt children. I would never force a child to do anything they didn't want, but I'd also never restrict them from discovering their sexuality. First and foremost, I am a lover of children.

I am also a vampire, of course, but that came later.

I was the daughter of a single mother. When I was a little girl, my mother, Chloe, would bathe me. She would make sure my "missy" as she called it was all nice and clean. She breastfed me for a lot longer than was normal, but I didn't know that. One day when I was about six, her bathing made me tingle. Later that night, I was awakened by loud sounds from her room. She was touching herself, and moaning my name. I felt tingly all over, especially in my little missy. I touched myself the way mommy was, and became hooked. It felt so good. I spied on her every night until she caught me. I was embarrassed and scared, but she hugged me and told me it was OK. She said I was growing up and experiencing my first thoughts of sex.

Then she led me to her bed and showed me. I masturbated with her. It was the first orgasm I'd ever had. She held me as I came, and I cuddled up to her breasts in the afterglow. She then began to masturbate, holding onto me. She gasped as my hand gently caressed her vagina.

"Oh yes, baby, touch mommy's pussy." She moaned.

She withdrew her hand, letting me have full control. I rubbed the outside first, then slipped my fingers inside like she showed me. My tiny hands weren't enough, as I could barely reach inside. So I slipped in my whole hand.

Mommy came, coating my hand with warm, slimy juices. I couldn't help but taste it. It was darkly musky, and a little sour. I made a show of licking it off my hand.

"Baby, can you let mommy touch you now?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, please mommy!" I shouted.

She positioned me on a pillow and fingered my little missy gently, then replaced her fingers with her tongue. I felt it open me up and writhe inside me. I came, screaming.

We slept in the same bed, holding each other in our arms. We woke up, and she had me take a shower with her. During this shower I got my first taste of her pussy. My tongue wasn't big enough to put inside very well, so I sucked her clit, causing her to collapse onto the side shelf, knocking down all of our shampoo. She fingered me in return, as I sucked her nipples.

After our shower, Chloe sat me down and explained why I couldn't tell anyone. She told me that it's natural for little girls to want sex, but most people didn't like that. They thought that an older woman having sex with a little girl would be hurting her. She swore me to secrecy, claiming that if I ever told anyone she would have to go away to jail and would never see me again. I almost cried at the thought.

We were lovers for many years. During this time, I fooled around with a few of my girlfriends. I showed them how to eat pussy and made several of them cum. I never told them where I had learned this; they just thought I made it up.

As I grew, I developed. I got breasts, hair, and the whole works of puberty. I knew I liked girls, but I was curious about other things. I tried dating boys, but it never worked out. I even dated one girl, which was a miracle for the time, but I found that she didn't offer me what I wanted either. Like me, she was developed. The only developed woman I found attractive was my mother, all other sexual experiences I found exhilarating were with younger girls.

Chloe told me this was nothing to be ashamed of. She even let loose the secret that my biological father was a boy who was thirteen when I was conceived! I spanked her for that, calling her a naughty mommy, and we made love for the last time.

She was like me. I was getting too old for her.

I cried myself to sleep. It took me a few weeks until I realized something: I could do what Chloe did. I could have my own little girl and love her like my mother loved me. Of course there's the chance it would be a boy, but I'd take that risk.

I started being promiscuous with boys at school. Their attitudes didn't bug me; I just needed them as a sperm donor. I tried almost my entire senior year to become the single mom that I wanted to be.

I failed.

Mom took me to a doctor, who referred me to a Gynecologist, who told me that I had a deformity in my womb. I'd never have children.

This time it took the rest of my senior year. I barely managed to stumble my way through it, almost failing to graduate. Luckily I had applied to colleges before the bad news. Brown accepted me, and I managed to snap out of my funk when my college counselor said I'd be perfect for Social Work, due to my interest in working with children.

Social work! That was it. I could console poor, abused children, and find one or two ready to sexually awaken. Better, I could hide myself in the very system designed to stop lovers of children. I buckled down and devoted myself to the program.

Of course, things have a way of changing when you least expect them.

One day in my comparative religion class I saw two of the other girls leave hand in hand. I think they were Charlie and Morgan, but I wasn't sure. I rushed to another class in the same building, but soon found I had to go to the bathroom. I slipped out quietly and entered the bathroom as another girl was leaving. I tried not to touch the filthy door.

"Is she gone?" a girl's voice asked.

"I think so..." a slightly higher voice replied.

"Then keep eating me!" the first girl said.

Both of them began moaning. I really couldn't see what was happening, so, I tip-toed to the edge of the stall and looked between a crack.

Holy shit.

One of the girls was holding the other up by her ass, at mouth height! The other girl was holding on to a bar, half upside down. Quite an acrobatic feat, especially for the first girl, who didn't seem to be straining at all. The first girl had her mouth completely covering the other girl's pussy, making obscene slurping noises. The second girl had her legs wrapped around the first girl's head.

Shock set in as I realized the girl eating out the other girl had a penis.

It was about 6" long, and it had the sheen of recently being in a pussy. It dripped from the tip, presumably the last part of a load.

My shock in seeing this became absolute terror as the strong girl pulled off of the upside down girl, and opened her mouth. Her canines extended into bright white fangs, and she pierced the other girl's crotch on either side of her clit.

The suspended girl screamed which faded to a moan. The slurping noises became louder, as the vampire girl fed on the blood of the other girl's pussy. Despite not being attracted to older girls, I was aroused. I'd had enough dicks to know how good one can feel. I imagined a girl with a cock, so that I could have all the benefits of a penis without the personality of a dick.

However, my fright was more powerful than my lust. This was a bloodsucking monster, feet from me. If they saw me...

The bathroom door opened, and the girls froze. I tiptoed out of the bathroom, barely avoiding the woman that just came in. I sprinted down the hallway, not stopping until I was in the safety of sunlight.

Vampires. At Brown. And they had penises! I had to find out more. I steeled myself and re-entered the building, finding a bench with line of sight to the bathroom door. I pulled out a book and pretended to read it. The woman I saw enter left the bathroom, seemingly unshocked. About 10 minutes later, Charlie and Morgan from my class came out. Charlie was dressed in the clothes I now recognized as the vampire's. Morgan didn't have clothes on in the bathroom, but her slight limp told of blood loss and orgasms.

As Charlie walked past me, I remembered from the Greek letter on her blazer that she was in Theta Psi Theta, the business sorority.

Were they all vampires?

I followed Charlie back to Theta Psi Theta's house. The windows were subtly disguised, but they were all covered, with curtains, posters, shades, or other means. Worse, the girls going in and out all had Charlie's getup, presumably to protect them from the sun.

Fuck.

I followed Charlie around campus a bit more. At night she ditched the all-covered look for a hot black dress. She went to a dorm. I followed her inside, seeing which dorm room she went into. I waited a bit and put my ear to the wall. Sure enough, I heard Morgan's voice. I couldn't make out their conversation, but soon I didn't need to; they were fucking again.

I casually watched them over the next few days. I wasn't alone; other vampires seemed to be following Charlie. Sunday afternoon, about six of them piled into Morgan's dorm. Half an hour later, Charlie and Morgan got escorted out into a huge SUV, which drove off. Surprisingly, they all wore the sun getup except Morgan. Perhaps Morgan wasn't a vampire yet?

I followed on my bike. I tried to infiltrate the house, but it was buttoned up tight, with vampire girls near every door. Damn. I peeked through a few windows, but didn't dare stay in one place too long. As night fell, I noticed the lights in the house go out. The basement lights glowed brightly though. What was happening down there?

I soon found out as I peeked through a window, lying flat on my stomach. Charlie was on top of Morgan on a big table, fucking Morgan with her dick. Morgan moaned loud enough for me to hear. Other girls, naked, surrounded them, enrapt by the sex acts on the altar. Charlie threw her head back in ecstasy and came inside Morgan.

My eyes went wide as Morgan grew a penis within minutes. Charlie sat on it, riding Morgan's new cock. As Morgan cried out in orgasm, Charlie extended her fangs and bit into Morgan's neck. Soon, she pulled off, forcing her bloody wrist into Morgan's mouth. Morgan eventually stopped biting Charlie's wrist, showing off her new fangs.

An initiation.

The basement descended into a vampire dick girl orgy, which is where I left. I couldn't believe it. Vampire girls with penises, on my campus!

Over the next month, I watched the house. Morgan moved in, and I saw several things. First, boys often came by, leaving woozy with an open beer. I stopped one once, who claimed to have had great sex with a sorority girl, and got wasted. However, there was no beer on his breath. No bite marks on his neck either.

Next, a few more girls moved in over the course of the next couple of months. Sure enough, they started sporting the "I'll burn in the sun" look.

Finally, the new girls seemed to be attached at the hip to a previous member. Charlie and Morgan made out in public, day and night. Each of the new girls seemed to be a romantic addition.

That was my way in. I'd get them to bring me in and find out more.

I showed off my tits to a Theta girl called Kylie, a hot blonde. I expressed interest in joining, and basically set off every gaydar alarm I could. I wasn't very subtle. Sure enough, she brought me back to the house. I was secretly armed with a wooden stake and a cross. As soon as she had me in her dorm, I pressed the cross to her head.

Nothing happened.

"The power of Christ compels you!" I shouted.

"Fuck." She said, annoyed. I went for the stake, but she had me by the throat, and dragged me into the hallway. The stake clattered into the hall, mocking my ineptitude.

I was dead.

Kylie dragged me to a little pixie of a girl. She looked at me, annoyed.

"She knows." Kylie said.

"What did you do?" the girl shouted.

"Nothing, my queen, I swear! She put the moves on me, and I figured I could have a girlfriend like Charlie and Morgan got, or at least some pussy and blood. Then she went all Van Helsing on me and pulled a cross and a stake." Kylie explained.

"So, she doesn't know shit." The so-called queen said. "Tell me your name." she commanded.

A jackhammer hit my brain. "Mary!"

"Alright Mary, tell me everything you know about vampires."

I spilled the beans. I couldn't NOT spill the beans. The words flowed out of me, exposing all of the things I'd seen including Morgan's turning.

The queen looked annoyed. "I knew this goddamn girlfriend policy was going to bite me in the ass. Fucking Charlie and her amazing blowjob skills. Alright Mary, last question. "Tell me how you could be of use to me."

My mind raced. "I... I... I... I could give you access to government records and personnel!"

What? Where did that come from?

The queen's face split into a grin. "Cute, but as a Queen I can access whatever I want."

"Yeah, but YOU have to do it! Think of the power of a servant on the inside. I could get done what you want to get done without you ever needing to come in." I blurted.

"That time we needed a permit to throw the rush party in the park was a pain in the ass..." Kylie added.

"Hmmm." The queen said. "How would you do this?"

"I'm majoring in social work! With your powers I could get hired and have access to the city from the inside."

"...and you'd need me to compel someone every time things got hard, wouldn't you?" the Queen put out.

"I..." I froze. She was right.

"...unless..." the queen prodded me.

Oh.

"...unless I was a vampire too..." I squeaked.

"Brilliant. You'll make a fine thrall. Kylie, get the girls together. This one's MINE." She said, licking her lips.

"Oh god..." I groaned.

"Relax." the queen ordered. My shoulders went slack and I breathed easier. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want. Before I make you mine, I'm going to make sure you know what you're getting into. I won't even use my will to compel you. I'll convince you that this is in your own best interest, and I warn you... I'm VERY good at it."

"Ok, um, queen lady, and if I say no?" I asked.

"You may refer to me as your queen, but my name is Dakota. And, if you say no, I can compel you to refrain from telling anyone. I've been getting good at it, but there is a good chance you'll end up as a drooling moron. Or, if you find ways around my compulsion..." she extended her fangs. "...there's one last option which you don't want."

I gulped.

We sat and talked. Dakota made a damn good case. She told me about the vampire curse, giving immortality, mind control powers, and superhuman abilities at the cost of needing to drink blood and fearing the sun. Then, the futanari curse (which is what these dick girls called themselves) which gave a penis and pheromone control, at the cost of needing sex. Finally, she told me how the two curses partially cancel each other out, giving resistance to the sun, and the ability to exchange sex and drinking blood to make each curse less demanding.

Then she talked opportunity.

With the powers of a vampire's will, I could dominate my chosen field. We talked about social work, and she explained how compulsion could make people give up secrets they held close, change their behavior, or even remember one thing really well. The pheromones would also make women much more receptive to trust me, and women were the ones who need a social worker the most.

Her argument had merit.

Then she kissed me.

Because she was so petite, I actually started to feel attracted to her. It might have been the pheromones, but I concentrated on her boobs which were big for my tastes but still looked like the developing breasts of a pre-teen. She put my hand on her bald pussy, dripping wet with desire. She slowly stripped me, kissing me all over.

My pants were off in a flash. If I tried to resist, I know she'd overpower me. I felt so helpless. Even with that, she was incredibly gentle. She hooked her fingers in my panties and paused.

"In the past, vampires forced me to do a lot of things that I didn't want to. They hurt me. I won't do that to you unless you want it." She looked at me with her angelic doll face, eyes full of lust. "Do you want this?"

"Yes..." I hissed.

"Yes, what?" she snapped.

"Yes, my queen..." I moaned.

Within seconds my panties had been torn off and her face was in my pussy. I shouted in surprise which grew into a long moan. I hadn't had a sexual partner in a few years, and this was so much better than my hands. Her tongue moved like a snake, and she alternated penetration with sucking my clit. Her fingers entered me, first one then more until her tiny hand was entirely inside me, fisting me with a wet sloshing sound. I came around her wrist, soaking the chair and her face with my juices. She came up and kissed me deeply, letting me taste of myself.

"Come. It's time you joined us." Dakota said, extending her hand.

This was it: did I want to live forever as a monster, or did I want to be a slave and die?

I looked at Dakota's naked body. She looked so little.

Imagine what I could do with a REAL little girl, who would love me forever.

I took her hand.

She led me to the basement. The girls were crowded around the altar, naked and hard.

"Who comes before us today?" Dakota intoned.

She nudged my elbow.

"Oh, uh, A new sister, if it pleases the queen." I repeated the words Dakota had said on the walk down.

"You have come to sacrifice your life for the promises of power and love. Do you give of your heart's blood freely, and of your own accord?" Dakota asked.

"Yes." I said, my stomach doing backflips.

"Will you be loyal to your queen, maker, and sisterhood unto eternity?" she continued.

"Yes." I repeated.

"Then lie on the altar and trade your mortal life for the eternal." Dakota finished.

I hopped on the altar and laid down. Dakota climbed up onto me, parting my legs, and gently kissed her way up my body, making sure to snake her tongue out and flick my clit just once. She sensually licked my nipples and let her fangs graze my tender neck. I shivered. She planted one last kiss on my lips, her hard cock rubbing against my pussy.

"Mary, this goes against all protocol, but I'm giving you one last chance." She said, as her hardness massaged my clit. "I will release you from your oath and make you a slave, unbound by any curses. Do you still want to gain eternal life, or do you want to take it back?"

"I want it, my queen." I said without hesitation. "Make me yours. Take me, now."

She kissed me again, her tiny puffy nipples pressing against my larger breasts. Our tongues danced, and I licked her deadly fangs with passion.

Then her cock entered me.

Even though I'd had much bigger cocks, I've never come right on penetration. Usually I don't come at all. The guy is too rough, or I'm just not into him. This little girl with a five inch cock made me explode with pleasure as soon as her hips met mine. I arched my back and moaned like a whore. Dakota stayed still until I recovered. Then, she began moving slowly, sensuously, in and out. Every thrust felt like a wave of joy that washed over my brain like a rising tide. I was coming again in record time, wrapping my legs around her ass. She sped up, making sloshing noises as she pounded my dripping cunt. Then, she looked me in the eyes.

"I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to fill you with my cum and give you a cock. Would you like that, my sweet?" she asked.

"Oh, fuck yessss..." I moaned.

"Do you want to fuck my sweet little pussy with the dick I'm going to give you?" she asked.

"Yes, I want to fill you up so good..."

"Then I'm going to bite your beautiful creamy neck and feed from you. I'm going to drink every drop you have and feed you the blood of a queen."

"Oh, yes, take me! Take everything I have! It's yours, my queen!"

"Then cum for me, my beautiful new thrall. Cum on my cock as I fill you." She ordered. Then she began fucking me faster than I could imagine, like a blur. I felt her sticky cum fill my pussy as she thrust to the hilt one final time, squeezing one last orgasm out of my spasming cunt. I held her close, shaking as we came together. She placed the most delicate kiss on my lips and I opened my mouth to hers, sucking her tongue. I felt a tingling, swelling sensation between us and she sat up. I watched my new cock grow from my clit, darker than my normal skin. It wasn't that big, only about five inches. Dakota held her cock up to mine. She was longer by a fraction of an inch, and a tiny bit thicker. She smiled.

"Are you ready to fuck your first pussy?" she asked. Before I could answer, she lunged up, and sat on my cock, taking me inside her in one fell swoop.

I felt her tightness around me, squeezing my new penis. She convulsed as she came, squirting a copious amount of cum from her cock. I rolled my eyes back in my head in pleasure. She bounced on my crotch, weighing seemingly nothing, as she rapidly jerked off my cock with her pussy. I felt a force building within me that exploded suddenly out of my cock, filling her with wetness.

She leaned down to give me the last kiss I'd feel in my life. Then she sank her fangs into my neck. She bit in slowly, pressing her fangs against my neck until the skin gave way, slowly penetrating the tender flesh.

I came again, squirting sticky cum between our stomachs. I felt dreamy and floaty as I felt my lifeblood drain into her greedy mouth. My hand slowly pawed her blonde hair, drawing her closer, urging her to drink all of me. My breathing became ragged, and Dakota pulled her fangs out, causing me to cry out in disappointment. I felt her arm against my mouth, wet with blood.

"Drink." she ordered. I opened my mouth and felt the first trickle of blood flow down my throat. It tasted incredible; dark and flavorful like fine wine. Dakota bit in again and I moaned into her wrist, struggling to get more of her divine blood in my mouth. Soon I felt my heart stop and a dark force wash over me. I extended my fangs and bit, drinking Dakota more deeply.

Dakota finally ended our tryst and I got to know the other girls. They were all too old for me, but I let them fuck me the way I let boys in high school fuck me. I was one of them; a futanari vampire.

Over the next years, I finished my degree and honed my vampire skills. I mostly hung out with Dakota, as she was the only one petite enough to set off my desires. I got a reputation as being a bit aloof, but I didn't mind. No one knew my dark secret.

After graduation, Dakota helped me secure a position with the city. My work was often interrupted by one request or another to accommodate Theta Psi Theta, but mostly I used my vampire compulsion to help people. I made sure that abusive husbands let their wives go. I convinced negligent parents to straighten up. It was a decent gig. I was somewhat content, if a bit lonely.

Then I met Henrietta.

Etta, as she called herself was the most angelic little girl I had ever seen. When I visited her home on the reports of domestic abuse, I immediately fell in love with her. She was nine years old. She was a little over four feet tall, slender and petite, with smooth skin, blonde hair, and eyes that shone like sapphires. Her flat chest showed no signs of emerging breasts, and she had the most perfect little nose, which begged to be kissed. She was bubbly, full of energy, and cute as a button.

I had to make her mine.

There was a good excuse; her parents were some of the scummiest people in existence. The dad had several priors and was in and out of jail on one petty charge or another for most of Etta's life. The mother had severe drug problems, and smoked like a chimney, even around Etta.

When I first met Etta, I was talking to her mother about their home life. I asked if I could talk to Etta alone. The mom was initially reluctant, but I used my will to convince her to seek recreation elsewhere as I watched Etta for a few hours. She agreed and locked herself in her bedroom, presumably to do more heroin than would be usually recommended. Etta and I watched videos while we talked.

I had to use my will a few times, but she opened up quickly. Using some tried and true techniques, I got her to admit how bad things are. Her dad was abusive, when he was around, and had raped her twice, making her afraid of men. Her mother let her do whatever she wanted around the house, provided she stayed quiet. She hated her life here, resenting her parents for not being more attentive.

"You're really fun to hang out with, Mary." She told me when the movie was over. "Are you going to come around and babysit me more often?"

"I'd love to be able to do that, Etta." I replied.

She leaned over and hugged, me, pressing her face to my breasts. I had to concentrate hard not to rip off my clothes and take her right then and there. I stayed for several more hours, ending my visit with Etta's mother strung out in the kitchen, barely able to talk. I leaned down and kissed Etta goodbye on the lips. She blushed and hid her face.

I formulated a plan. Using what I knew about Etta's parents, and documenting several horrible things like her mother's heroin addiction, I got paperwork ready to have Etta taken into custody by the state. I also prepared forms under my name to get her transferred to me as a foster parent. Weeks later, I showed up at her house one fateful night, and served the paperwork on her disheveled, worthless father. Judging by his looks, he wasn't Etta's biological father. He made a move at me, but I put him on the floor, and let the cops with me take him away. Etta came out into the living room to investigate the noise in adorable flannel pajamas.

"Hi Etta." I said.

"Hi Mary, what's going on?" she asked.

"Well, you know that I work for the state, right?"

"Uh, yeah..." she said, clearly not knowing what that means.

"Well, the state protects little girls like you when their mommies and daddies are being bad. Sometimes, they get to move away from their parents. "You want to come live with me, don't you?" I said with a touch of will.

"Can I?" she said with glee, making my heart soar.

"Yes, sweetie. You can come live with me. Now, let's go pack up all your stuff."

"Okay Mary!" she said, bounding off to her room. I followed. The officers with us helped us move Etta's things into my car, and I drove home the proud foster parent of the sweetest girl in the world. I tucked her into the bed I prepared for her, and kissed her goodnight.

Over the next few days, I made sure to get Etta to school, feed her, and entertain her the way her parents never had. She went from being a quiet but energetic girl into a boundless force of pure joy. We cuddled on the couch and watched cartoons, played in the park, and talked endlessly. She was smart as a whip and funny to boot. I had never felt so warm and happy since I had been with my mother.

The second week of my foster parenthood, I put my plan into motion. First, I gave Etta subtle compulsions to come and get me in the middle of the night if she ever got scared or lonely. Then, I began masturbating at night, leaving my door open a crack. Despite masturbation being unfulfilling for a futanari, I followed my mother's example and masturbated loudly. I stroked my cock, and plunged fingers into my pussy. The second night, my vampire senses picked up footsteps in the hall. I turned away from the door, and made sure to watch the crack through a strategically placed mirror. Sure enough, Etta spied on me through the door. I made sure to give her a good show, cumming in spectacular fashion. I moaned her name softly. For three more nights, Etta watched me in fascination, eventually succumbing to her lust and putting her hand in her pajamas to copy what I did.

When I saw her hand down her pants in the mirror, I knew it was time. I rigged the door with a fishing line. I reached out, seemingly in the throes of ecstasy, and knocked a book off my side table, landing on the line. It pulled the line, opening the door, revealing all of Etta's glory. Her shirt was open and her pants were around her ankles. Her fingers were as deep inside her as she could get them. When the door stood open, her face turned beet red and she stumbled away.

"Etta, wait!" I willed. She turned back around. "Come in, there's no reason to be frightened."

She pulled up her pants and toddled in. "I'm sorry, Mary. Please don't be mad..."

"Why would I be mad? You're just doing what comes naturally to girls. Come sit on the bed with me." I said, patting the bed.

She did, but looked uncomfortable. "Why do you have a peener?" she asked.

"This?" I said, stoking my cock alluringly. "This is my penis. I got it because I'm a futanari."

"What's that?"

"It's a girl who has a special power. I used to be a regular girl but then another futanari gave me this. Now I can give it to any girl I want, but I only give it to very special girls." I explained.

"Does it feel good?"

"Well, you were watching me; do you think it feels good?"

"It looks amazing. How do I do it?"

I smiled. "Come up here on the bed and lie next to me." I patted the pillow for emphasis. She looked a bit scared, but scrambled up and got next to me. "Now, just do what I do." I said as I began rubbing on the outside of my slit. She put her hand down her pants. I began slowly inserting first one finger, then two. Etta followed my lead, biting her lip with pleasure.

"Mmmm, this feels so good..." she moaned.

"It would feel better if you got out of those PJs." I offered.

She grabbed her waistband and wiggled her cute little butt out of the bottoms. I had to restrain myself from tackling her when I saw her bald little pussy. Her labia were puffy, covering her slit so that it was a vertical line that rand down between her legs. It was perfectly smooth. I wanted to taste it, but I kept masturbating for her. She followed suit, getting three of her fingers into her perfect little cunt.

"Oh, it's getting so wet!" she said.

"That's normal." I reassured her. "When you feel good down there, your pussy gives off a natural lubricant to make it easier to move."

"It's not a pussy. It's my missy. My mommy said that was a bad word."

"Well, your mommy's not here. But you call it whatever you want. I think it's cute to call it your missy."

"Do you like my missy, Mary?" she said, looking me right in the eyes.

"You have the most beautiful missy I've ever seen." It was the truth.

"Really?" she said, full of surprise.

"Oh, yes, my little one. In fact, I'd like to help you if you want. Can I touch your pretty little missy?"

This was it. The futa pheromones work on adults, but do they work on little girls? If not, she might get freaked out.

"Ok Mary..." she said, reluctantly pulling her slick fingers from her dripping cunt.

I pulled my right hand out of my crotch, dripping with my juices, and gently massaged her outer labia. They were so incredibly soft and warm. Etta cooed in delight as I contacted her pussy. I parted her lips and darted a finger inside. She gasped. I slowly probed, feeling her walls. Then I pulled out slightly and found her tiny little clit. I rubbed it through her hood, causing her to push back against the pillow with her head. She began crying out incoherently. I kept up my assault as I got up on my knees and moved down to face her pussy.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"This." I replied, and planted a huge wet kiss right on her little slit.

"OH!" she screamed.

"Did you like me kissing you down there?" I asked.

"Yes! Do it more!" she demanded. I was not one to disappoint. I kissed her wet pussy deeply, sliding my tongue inside as I massaged her clit with my fingers. Then, I switched, fingering her and rubbing the underside of her clit from within as I sucked her clit between my lips. She didn't last long. Her body turned beet red and she began convulsing. I kept sucking until her orgasm subsided, which took a lifetime.

"Did that feel good, baby?" I asked.

"Huh... oh... mmmmm..." she muttered. I climbed back up to the pillows and hugged her to my breasts. She continued to shudder in aftershocks for a while. I held her tight and caressed her tiny chest lightly.

"That was amazing, my sweet one." I said.

"Oh Mary, that was so good. How did you do that?"

"I've had practice. Did you ever cum like that?"

"No, never! Only a little with my hand. When daddy did that awful thing to my missy, it hurt. It didn't feel like that." She said, breathless.

"That's because your daddy only cared about feeling good. He didn't want to make you happy. Trust me, if someone wants to make you happy, they won't hurt you when they put their penis inside you." I said with a touch of will.

"Do you want to make me happy?" she asked.

"Yes, my little angel. Do you want me to be inside you?"

"Yeah, I want you to feel good." She said, nuzzling my breast.

"OK, baby, but I don't want to hurt you." I flipped over, resting my head on the pillows and grabbing my cock so it stood straight up. "Come over here and stand on the bed, over me."

Etta struggled to her feet on the uneven covers, and straddled my body, her feet on either side of me.

"Good, now, squat down slowly, so that my penis is right up next to your missy."

She did, and the tip of my cock sent waves of electricity up my spine the second it touched her perfect little girl slit. It was the softest thing I'd ever felt, and I had to fight and urge to thrust my hips and claim her innocent little body.

"Good, that's perfect, now, I'm going to gently put the tip in. When you're ready, sit down slowly and let it in." I said as I parted her lips with my hands, exposing the bright pink inner labia and her tiny button of a clit. I aligned my tip with her opening, and it slid in just a fraction of an inch. It made me want to scream.

Then she slid down, taking me inside her.

It was the most divine feeling I'd ever had in my life. Better than any other girl I'd fucked since being cursed. She was so tight and wet. When she got halfway down my five inch cock, I felt her cervix, and her pussy stretched to take me. I felt her clamp down as the orgasm caused by the futa curse wracked her immature little body. She yipped and moaned, falling forward onto my chest with a thump, shuddering and shivering with what looked to be the biggest orgasm of her life.

She was so beautiful. Naked, wanton, and in my arms. I wanted nothing more than this.

"Oh... what happened?" she mumbled.

"It's OK, baby. Because I'm a futa, I can make girls cum when I put my penis inside them the first time. Did that feel good?"

"Yes, I want more..." she moaned.

"So do I, baby. I want to you to make love to me. Just move your hips back and forth."

"Like this?" she asked, grinding on my cock, causing us both to moan loudly.

"Exactly like that, baby. Keep doing that and I'm going to feel good, like you just did."

"Ok, Mary..." she said, milking my cock with her little girl pussy. She pushed herself up to get better leverage, driving me deeper into her. She still had several inches of my cock that she couldn't fit inside her, but she rode the rest like a pro. She came again, throwing her head back with a squeal, and squeezing my dick with her walls. I began to move my hips very slightly, thrusting inside her to match her movements, fucking her sweet baby cunt.

Then, I could take no more. I was ready to give her the first curse. I felt it build up in the base and explode out of my cock harder than I have ever cum before.

"OH ETTA! I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOU! TAKE IT MY BABY GIRL!" I screamed, holding her hips and filling her.

"Me too! OH MARYYYYYYYY!" she screamed as I filled her tiny vagina with a huge load. It seeped out from all around my cock and rand down the shaft, onto my crotch. It just kept going for what seemed like hours. Her pussy convulsed, sucking all the cum out of me. I felt a huge surge of energy fill me, as the futa curse claimed its youngest victim.

Spent, Etta fell onto me. I made sure to keep my penis inside her, as the futa curse can be painful without it. She looked up at me as she panted.

"Did... I... do good?" she said, breathless.

"Oh, yes, my darling. You made me feel so good." I said, beaming with love.

"What's happening? I feel tingly..." she said, arching her back and looking down. Sure enough, her clit had swollen and enlarged, growing into her new dick. She started breathing faster.

"Calm down, it's OK! Breathe slowly." I willed into her. She did, suddenly fascinated by the curse taking effect. When it was done, a tiny three inch cock stood out from her pussy. The tip was slightly darker than her normal skin. It was absolutely adorable.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I love you so much that I gave you a special power. You're a futa now, just like me."

"But how?"

"Futas can make girls into futas by cumming in their missy. When you made me feel good, I came, and I filled your missy. That gave you the powers." I explained.

"You came... is that what this stuff is? Came?" she said, feeling the slimy cum leaking from around my shaft.

I decided that if Etta was a little girl, I wanted her to have cute little girl names for sexual concepts. "Those are my cummies, sweetie. When I cum, my penis shoots cummies inside you, and it feels really good."

She smiled like an angel. "I'm glad I made you feel good, Mary."

"Do you want to feel good now? You can put your penis in my missy."

"CAN I?" she shouted, full of delight. I smiled up at her.

"Oh, yes, my angel. You can put your penis in my missy and make love to me until you fill me with your cummies. Would you like that?"

"Yeah, I want to make love to you..." she said, falling forward and hugging me. I held her back, stroking the back of her head.

"Ok, baby, slide off of my cock and get ready." I said.

"Cock?"

"It's another name for penis. It's a naughty name. Does it make you feel naughty?"

"Yeah... I like it... I'm going to put my cock in your missy."

"Oooh, baby, yes, do it..." I moaned. She slid out of me with a whimper. A river of cum poured out of her well fucked pussy. I rubbed it all over my cock and slit, lubing myself up for her. She got on all fours, and positioned herself with my slit. It took her a few tries to find the correct position to get inside, but then she slid in to the hilt in one smooth motion.

I came immediately, fountaining cum all over my chest and shouting incoherently. Etta sat up, wide eyed.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked.

"No, baby, remember? When a futa puts her cock in a missy, it makes the girl cum. You made me cum with your cock."

"Are these your cummies?" she asked, touching the semen on my stomach.

"Yes," I said, scooping some up with my finger. "...and they taste good. Taste it." I willed, tasting my own cum. Etta followed suit, touching her finger to her tongue, then leaning in to lap up a bit of my sperm. She rolled it on her tongue sensuously. I almost came again from the sight of her enjoying my semen.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned.

"It's so good, isn't it?"

"Yeah..." she said, dreamy.

"Now, make love to me, little girl. Move your hips and put your cock in and out." I commanded.

She looked determined, and began thrusting. She was small, so it didn't feel as good as when a sister with a big dick fucked me in the sorority, but I still got a jolt of pleasure every time she filled me to the hilt. She picked up her pace, slapping her thighs on mine. My cock bobbed lewdly with the rhythm.

"That's right, Etta. Fuck me with your baby girl cock. Give me your cummies. Fill my pussy with your love." I encouraged her as her face screwed up with pleasure.

Etta's back became straight as a board and her eyes flew open. Her mouth was a giant `O' of surprise, and she grunted. I felt a small warmth fill my sopping cunt, and Etta slammed hard into me. Once more, she collapsed onto my chest, breathing hard. I took her in my arms, and rolled to the side, holding her. She slipped out of my pussy and grabbed me, holding me tight.

"Oh, baby, was that good?" I asked.

She didn't answer at first. Then she came up and kissed me. I kissed back, opening my mouth and probing with my tongue. Soon, she sent her tongue into my mouth, kissing me forcefully. We made out in the afterglow, holding each other close.

"Oh, Mary, I love you so much..." she said, almost sobbing.

"I love you too, baby." I said, sobbing just as much.

"I wish you could have been my mommy, so that we could have been together this whole time."

"Do you want me to be your mommy?" I asked.

"YES!" she shouted. "I want to be your little girl, and I want you to be my mommy!"

"I can be your mommy forever and ever. You can be with me, making love to me, every night. Do you want that?"

"More than anything..." she said, kissing me. I kissed back for a few moments, then pushed her onto the bed.

"Then there's one last thing I need to do. After this, we will be together forever. I'll be your mommy, and you'll be my baby."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, with eyes full of love.

"I'm going to make you mine. Just hold still..." I said, kissing her. I kissed down her cheek, and onto her neck.

"Are you ready to be mine?" I asked, kissing her over and over.

"Yes Mary... be my mommy..." she moaned.

I extended my fangs and bit into her neck. Her blood flowed into my mouth. Unlike an adult's blood, it was rich, like cream, but sweet like champagne. I groaned into her neck. It was the most delicious blood I'd ever tasted.

Etta moaned in surprise. She writhed gently, feeling the bliss of a vampire's bite. Her heart began to slow, as the paltry amount of blood in her body was drained quickly by my greedy fangs.

I pulled off, causing Etta to whine in protest. I quickly bit my wrist as Dakota had shown me, then thrust the wound in her mouth. "Drink as much of this as you can, my baby." I willed, then sank my fangs back into her glorious neck. I felt her throat convulse, sucking my tainted blood into her perfect body, spreading the vampire curse to my new baby thrall. I felt the points of her fangs penetrate my wrist, filling me with the cloudy bliss of the bite. I moaned and withdrew my fangs, letting Etta take her first blood for as long as she could drink. The energy I absorbed from her two turnings slowly ebbed, feeding my new daughter with the dark power of eternity. After Etta had her fill, she released me and I hugged her to me, giving her a bloody kiss. She licked the last remains of her mortal blood off my chin, then looked at me.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I made you my baby." I said. "You're a vampire now, and I'm your vampire mommy, forever and ever."

She kissed me. "Oh, I'm so happy Mary! I get to be your little girl forever!"

We held each other as lovers, and as family for the first time. This was just the beginning. I had bigger plans in store. But for now, I held my darling little girl, happier than I had ever been.

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