A Tale of Two Curses

A Tale of Two Curses – Futanari Vampires

By: The Archivist

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Foreword: Revolving Doors

Lianna is the most powerful character I've ever written.

To be clear, I've written vampire queens, mighty warriors, and the darkest villains. I'm proud of most of them, even the ones in this series that prefer sexual relations with young girls.

Lianna is special. She's not a super genius or a soldier. She's an explorer. She pushes against boundaries and finds new ways to do things. She's afraid of the consequences of her actions, but she doesn't let that fear rule her.

Through her I am attempting to re-balance the series from chapter 12 on. In previous installments, adults manipulated children, drawing them into a life of hedonistic pleasure.

I created this story so that Lianna would have more agency than that.

Of course, this kind of power is not free.

Hopefully, though, Lianna's struggles will mirror my own, freeing me of the burden of these fantasies by creating balance. I hope that this is the end of this arc with children.

Of course, sometimes, when a door closes, another opens. That's how I got here writing these two new chapters.

Please see my previous forewords explaining my attitude towards F/f relationships. Thanks, and enjoy!

Chapter 17 – The Price of Destiny

I've never been as afraid as I was on that fateful walk back home from the treehouse.

There was a sort of emotional whiplash in my mind. Earlier that day, I'd almost died when my sun protection failed. I was saved by Isobel, my true love.

I don't know why she saved a vampire she barely knew. She just did. I loved her for that, and for dozens of other reasons. She loved me back. I took her in my arms and made love to her, and then I made her my vampire bride.

Ten year old girls don't usually do that.

Isobel had a million questions, and I tried to answer them as best as I could, all while indoctrinating her with the facts of her new curses. Behind this barrage of information was the increasing tension and danger. Every step we advanced brought us that much closer to the farm. To my sisters.

To Mary, my vampire mommy.

I remember the night that Mary had taken me and made me her vampire daughter. She and three other adults had opened a girl's summer camp. Twenty eight girls, including myself, had attended. The adults, who we later called "mommies" subtly influenced us. Girls began making love. We forgot our homes and families. We discovered a whole new world of pleasure. Then the mommies came to us, making love to us and turning us into vampires. That was, up until a few hours ago, the happiest day of my life. Mary, my mommy, was so beautiful. I fell in love with her at that camp, and the night that she came to me was a perfect experience of dark romance. She cursed me, making me a vampire, and cursed me again, making me a futanari. Where once I had a clitoris, I now had a penis. I loved my curses, and I loved the idea of living forever as Mary's vampire daughter and lover.

Now I was terrified of her.

Isobel wasn't. The dim light of our flashlights reflected off of her face split with a smile brighter than the midday sun. Isobel was riding the high of experiencing her new curses. The curses that I had given her, just as Mary had cursed me. Her skin, pale before her turning, was now the purest color of cream. Her short bob haircut, jet black, perfectly framed her incredibly cute face. She bounced around with a vitality that made even my stress-ridden mind exult in the joy that she was my bride-to-be. Her cock, fully erect beneath her skirt, made a lewd bump in the folds of the garment. She stroked her new appendage occasionally as we made our way through the forest that adjoined my family's farm.

Despite her distractions, she managed to get the gist of vampire life. Vampires and Futanari both require magical energy to survive. Vampires get it from blood, futas get it from sex. Young futa vampires though, have a unique option. Because we were so young when we were turned, we could generate magical energy without blood. If we penetrated each other at the same time, we would enter a state called a `mind link.' In this state, we would feel each other's pleasure. While adult futa vampires could mind link, when little girls did it we generated more magical energy than we used.

That was one of the reasons our mommies had made so many little girls their vampire daughters. It wasn't just because they liked sex with little girls. We mind linked, made excess magic, and fed our mommies so that they didn't need to drink human blood. This allowed us to stay off the grid, hiding on this farm in southern Michigan.

Now it could all fall apart, just because I fell in love with Isobel.

As I explained this, Isobel became more sedate. As much as our mommies loved all twenty eight of the girls on the farm, I knew that these women were ruthless. After all, they had consigned more than two dozen girls to eternal life as their sex slaves. Granted, we were well treated and given an extreme degree of freedom, but we had no power to leave the farm or shape our own destiny. Our mommies knew this going in. They thought it was worth it to live forever without the sin and danger of drinking human blood.

Of course, they were far from heartless monsters. They genuinely loved all of us. That's how I met Isobel; they gave me the freedom to explore. I found her on a neighboring property.

We exited the forest, and approached the orchard, holding hands under the pretty white flowers of the apple trees. We planned for the worst. If Mary flew into a rage, we'd run. I didn't think this was likely, but we needed to consider it. I might be exiled. I might just get grounded. Another unlikely scenario is that Mary would be delighted at the prospect of another little girl to fill with her cock.

I fished the walkie talkie out of my backpack. It was part of my emergency gear. I'd put it in a separate pouch, away from the damp clothes that I'd fallen into the creek with. I clicked the volume knob and depressed the talk button.

"Cuddlebug to Mama Bear, Cuddlebug to Mama Bear, comeback." I said.

"Why are you talking like that?" Isobel said, full of sass.

"This is how you talk on a radio!" I hissed.

CHK "This is Mama Bear. What's your twenty Cuddlebug?" Mary's voice said through the radio.

"About a click away from the barn, in the orchard."

CHK "Good, I was worried. You coming home?"

"Negative, Mama Bear. Can you meet me at the barn in ten minutes?"

There was a long awkward pause.

CHK "Roger that. Barn in ten. Are you OK?"

"Affirmative. Barn in ten. Cuddlebug out." I shut off the walkie, shaking in fear.

"Are you really OK?" Isobel asked with concern.

"Hell no!" I shouted. "I've never been this nervous!"

Isobel wrapped her arms around me. My tension melted. I grabbed her back, holding my new bride in my arms. She kissed me sweetly.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you too!" I sobbed, kissing her with overflowing joy. We kissed in the moonlight, apple blossom petals raining down around us. Isobel's hand strayed to my cock.

"No, there's not enough time..." I said.

"I'll be quick!" she moaned.

I nodded. Isobel fell to her knees and fished my cock out of the bulky pants I was wearing as backup clothes to protect me from the sun. My three inch cock was hard in seconds, and Isobel took it all to the hilt. Her tongue snaked out underneath the base of my shaft and slurped up juices leaking from my pussy. Then, she began sucking and stroking my cock. She was amazing considering she had never seen a penis before today. I came in her mouth in almost no time. She stood and kissed me, letting me taste my own cum on her full pouty lips.

We then made our way to the barn. I opened the side door and we slipped inside to find Mary there, standing beside one of the cider casks. As Isobel followed me in, I saw Mary's face explode with panic for a fraction of a second. The panic was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a façade of calm.

"Lianna!" Mary called with a pleasant tone. "I'm so glad you're home. Who's your little friend?"

We approached her. "Mommy, this is Isobel. Isobel, this is Mary, my mommy."

"Hi, nice to meet you!" Isobel said, extending her hand.

"Oh, Lianna, you didn't..." Mary said, pained.

Isobel and I looked at each other, confused. My confusion faded when I saw that Isobel had failed to retract her fangs.

"Um... well..." I began.

Mary cut me off. "How could you be so SELFISH?" she screeched. "It's been a little more than a year, and now we have to leave. This was our HOME! Do you realize what kind of danger you've put us all in?"

Isobel squeezed my hand. I squeezed back. We'd anticipated a blowout like this.

"I'm sorry mommy. I didn't mean for this to happen, but it just sort of happened." I said, holding back tears.

"It just sort of happened.' You just sort of' turned a girl into a futanari vampire." She said accusingly.

"Into my vampire BRIDE." I said, stressing the last word.

The storm of rage in Mary's face faded slightly. "You... you want to marry her?"

"We want to marry each other." Isobel stated with confidence. I loved her even more in that moment. She was solid, like a rock.

"That doesn't change the fact that you disobeyed me." She said, with much less heat in her voice. "How did you do that, by the way?"

"Your order was to not reveal the curses to strangers. I met Isobel by accident when I was checking out her treehouse. We talked, became friends, and fell in love with each other. After that, she wasn't a stranger. She also saved my life." I said, pushing the tears down and feeling a sense of calm.

"You saved her?" Mary asked.

"She fell in the creek and lost her sunblock." Isobel said. "I helped her get out of the sun and fed her my blood to keep her from dying."

Mary put her hand to her chin, looking contemplative. She paused for a few seconds.

"Thank you." She finally said.

"I'll be a good vampire!" Isobel offered. "I won't bite anyone, I'll just mind link with Lianna and be with her. I won't make any trouble. I promise!"

"You're very sweet, Isobel, but it's not you I'm worried about. Tell me, do your parents know where you are right now?" she asked.

Isobel was taken aback for the first time in this conversation. "Ah, not so much..."

"...and does she know that you're a futanari vampire?" Mary pressed.

"...no." Isobel said sheepishly.

"How do you think she'll react when you just never come home? There will be cops swarming all over these woods. Dogs will track your scent to this farm. The police will hound us forever just to get you back, and they can't even HAVE you back." Mary said, building in intensity. "This is why we are supposed to keep our lives a secret. We moved to this farm to stay away from nosy authorities. Now you two have brought them down on our heads."

"What if it didn't have to be that way?" Isobel offered.

Mary's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Lianna told me all about your farm. How the mommies live forever by drinking from the girls. You could do that to my mom and my sister. We'd come live with you and keep your secret." Isobel said.

"...and what of your father? Surely Lianna told you the futa curse doesn't work on men." Mary said.

Isobel glanced at me. "No, she didn't mention that, but it doesn't matter. Daddy died in the war. Mom lives on his pension, but she can't work so it's hard. I think she's sick but she doesn't tell me. If we came and lived with you as vampires she'd feel better and we wouldn't have to worry about money anymore."

Mary thought for a bit. "What do you think?" she said to no one in particular.

I gasped as Chloe, Bailey, and Sarina appeared from the shadows of the barn. The three other adults came from hidden corners, behind equipment, and approached us. They had been listening this whole time!

"I think we run." Chloe said grimly. "Take this girl. Pack the girls in the emergency vehicles and drive. The sooner we go, the longer it will take to find us. We find a safehouse, hole up. The girls keep us fed. We don't even go outside for a month."

"That's a bit extreme." Sarina said. "If Isobel thinks her mother could join us, I say we give it a try. The worst that could happen is we fail and try Chloe's idea of running."

"Which loses us valuable hours." Chloe added.

"I agree with Sarina." Bailey said. "I don't want to lose our home. My girls are happy here."

"Granted." Mary said. "This is a paradise. But if you asked me to choose between this old farmhouse and my girls I'd burn the house to the ground in a second." She looked at me. "Even if some of them are troublesome..."

"Two to two. You know what that means..." Chloe said.

Isobel looked at me. "What does that mean?"

"The mommies each get a vote. All the girls together can vote, and the winner acts as a tiebreaker." I said. "But we've never had to do it."

"We've never been in this much danger." Chloe said grimly.

"Let's hurry." Mary said. "Isobel, has Lianna taught you how to use your vampire strength to run fast?"

"Uh, yeah, but I haven't tried it yet." Isobel said.

"Try now." She said as she ran out of the barn lighting fast. The other mommies followed her.

"Come on!" I shouted. "Concentrate on your leg muscles and RUN!"

I grabbed Isobel's hand and we ran. We were at the farmhouse in a couple seconds.

"Whoa." Isobel gasped. "That was fun!"

"Yeah, but don't do it all the time. It uses up your energy." I said.

"Well, maybe you should give me some more..." she said full of lust.

"Not now." I chided. "We're still in danger."

We went into the house. Girls were zipping around shouting "Meeting! Meeting!" Nya did a sweet backflip to avoid crashing into another girl, bounced off the wall, and kept going.

"Holy crap, you're all ninjas!" Isobel shouted. Several girls stopped dead in their tracks.

"Whoa. Who's this?" Mey-Mey said.

I held Isobel's hand. "Mey-Mey, this is Isobel. She's gonna be my new vampire bride."

Mey-Mey's face screwed up into a scowl. "Oh fuck, Lianna. That's what the meeting is about, isn't it?"

"Yes." I said.

Mey-Mey walked off. The other girls went about their business too, obviously furious.

"Why is everyone so scared and mad?" Isobel said. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No. I did." I said, choking back tears. "You have to understand. We're on the run from the law AND other vampires. You're not supposed to make children into vampires, so if anyone found out they'd kill us. The police are looking for all of us since we are all technically kidnap victims."

"Wait..." Isobel said. "How many did you say there were of you?"

"Twenty eight girls, but my guess is that Etta and Lilly weren't counted as missing so..."

"You're the missing twenty six girls from that summer camp a year ago!" Isobel shouted. She punched me in the shoulder.

"Ow!" I cried. "What was that for?"

"I couldn't sign up for summer camp this summer because my mom got all paranoid that I'd get axe murdered!"

"Oh." I said soberly. "Yeah, I guess that would depress summer camp attendance."

"So, wait, WERE you kidnapped?" she asked.

"Well..." I whined. "...yes and no? Every single one of us was given a choice when we were turned. We just wanted to have sex with our vampire mommies, and they asked us to be theirs forever. I love you, but I fell in love with Mary first, and she made my life so much better. I would never trade my curses for my old life. I like it here, and so do my sisters. But... we were influenced. The mommies set up that camp to be a trap to lure us into sex with girls and older women, and to want to be with them. So... I guess they convinced us... but we wanted it too."

"Huh." Isobel grunted. "Cause if you wanted to run away with me, I'd go with you."

"It may come to that." I whispered. "If you hear me say `Superheroine,' RUN. I'll follow you. We'll meet up at the treehouse."

"OK." She whispered back and then kissed my cheek.

"Come on, the meeting is in the basement." I said, taking her hand again.

We trudged down the stairs, apparently the last to arrive. Our reception was icy. Stares met us as we descended into view. The mommies were at the head of the large area.

"Most of you have heard. We have a problem." Chloe began. "As you can see... we have a guest." She gestured to Isobel. "Lianna, would you care to introduce everyone to your new friend?"

We walked, hand-in-hand, up to the head of the room. The glares of my sisters followed us.

"Everyone..." I began, "This is Isobel. I met her in the forest. She likes books and listening to music."

"...and Lianna." Isobel added. I squeezed her hand.

"That's right. We fell in love. I want to make her my vampire bride." I said with confidence.

"...and of course, Isobel here has a family." Sarina chimed in. "They'll be missing her soon. Mary and Chloe have voted that we enact our emergency escape plan. We'd have to leave our home right now. Bailey and I voted for us to try to reason with Isobel's family and convert them if we can."

"It's up to you." Bailey said. "We're going to take a vote, and whatever you decide, we'll do. All for..."

"WAIT!" I shouted. Bailey's eyes went wide with surprise. "Please. Let me explain before we vote."

"Make it quick." Chloe said. "Every second we wait is a second we're not running."

I turned to the girls. "Sisters..." I started, "I broke the rules. I didn't mean to do it, but I did. I'm sorry that I put us all in danger, but please hear me out."

Faces in the crowd softened.

"I love all of you. I've made love to all of you. But I felt trapped here. Etta and Lilly are soul mates, as are Petra and Charli, and others. Some of you never want to get married. I do. I found my soul mate. Isobel..." I said as I turned to her. "...tell the truthdid I take you against your will, or try to force you to be my bride?" I willed her to answer.

"No." Isobel said, confused. "You tried to get me to run away. I had to shake off your willpower to stay with you."

"...and why did you want to?" I asked, looking her in the eye.

"Because I love you, silly." She said.

"I love you too." I said, then I kissed her.

Cries of "awwwww" and "wooo!" came from the audience.

"I love each and every one of you, but I want to be Isobel's bride forever. Please, give us a chance to convert her family. If you still decide to run, we'll be with you. If you decide that Isobel and I are no longer welcome in this family, I'll cry every night missing you, but I'll leave."

"Babe..." Isobel said.

"It's OK." I replied. "In their place, I might be really mad too. I put them all at risk. They deserve to be mad." I turned back to the crowd. "You all deserve to be mad, and I deserve to be punished. Just... don't punish Isobel for this. This wasn't her fault. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"Me too." Isobel said. I turned to her, aghast. "Lianna was the one who made me a futa vampire, but I asked her to. If any of you want me, you can have me. Just don't take Lianna's family away from her. I know we just met, but trust me. My mom and sister would fit right in here. We've been miserable and poor since my Dad was killed in the war. My mom doesn't know it yet, but I read her papers. We're gonna lose our farm. We can come be with you. Let me try to convince them. Please."

"Alright." Mary interrupted. "Girls, raise your hand if you want to run."

No one did. My heart soared. "...and to let Isobel try?" Everyone raised their hands. Isobel and I jumped for joy.

"Thank you all so much! I won't let you down!" I shouted.

"We won't let you down!" Isobel said, stubbornly.

"Looks like you get your chance, Isobel." Mary said. "Come on. Your mother will be worried about you. I need to take you home. Bailey, Sarina, come with me. I might need help. Chloe, have the girls pack. If you get a text from me, be prepared to run."

Isobel and I followed Mary to her car. We piled in. Sarina was in the backseat with us.

"I never got a chance to say. Welcome to our family!" she beamed at Isobel.

"Thanks!" Isobel said. "Lianna's told me all about you."

"...ALL about me?" she said, putting the moves on my would-be bride.

"No hanky-panky back there!" Mary shouted, pulling into our long driveway. "We need to make a plan. Isobel, dear, your mother was obviously married to a man. Have you ever gotten the impression that she would be attracted to women?"

"Uh..." Isobel stammered. "How do I tell that?

"Does she drive to Grand Rapids or Lansing or Detroit to go clubbing? Has she brought women home for the night? Does she look twice at women? Anything?" Mary prodded.

"Not that I can tell... but I never liked girls until I hung out with Lianna! She said there's fair moans that she gives off that make you super horny." Isobel said.

"Pher-O-mones." I corrected her.

"Yeah, those things. We could all hang out with her until she gets super horny like I got when I hung out with Lianna. Then I kiss her and we have sex and make her a vampire!" Isobel squealed.

"That's how we did it with the girls at the camp." Bailey quipped.

"We had a whole week. Everyone, when we get there, follow my lead. Use your will VERY subtly. We don't just need her horny; we need her horny for Isobel." Mary said.

"That's going to be hard if she doesn't love little girls..." Sarina said dryly.

"Yes. It's going to have to be a buildup." Mary said. "Unbutton your blouses and show a little cleave. We need her eyes down at our chests."

Bailey and Sarina partially freed their chests. Their smooth pale cleavage was on full display.

"Isobel, what are the names of your mother and sister?" Mary asked.

"Oh, my mom's name is Bettie and my sister is Veruca."

"Are they pretty?" Bailey asked.

Isobel was silent for a second. "I didn't use to think so, but yeah. Mommy has a really nice butt and Veruca is just starting to get her boobies. She's a little less than two years older than me."

"Just right..." Sarina moaned.

"Don't get too worked up." Mary said. "Focus. We need a united front to seduce Isobel's mother Bettie. Isobel, try to use your will to get your sister to leave us alone. We need her not to suspect something is up."

"Right. Get rid of Veruca. That should be easy." Isobel said, nodding.

We arrived at Isobel's house. Isobel led us up the front walk to a small two story house, much more recently built than our mansion. It had off white siding and one attached garage. Lights within showed that someone was home. Isobel opened the front door.

"Mom! I'm home!" She shouted. We followed her inside.

"Isobel! Where have you been? You missed dinner. I tried calling you, but your phone was off." Bettie said, entering the room. She had dark hair like Isobel, but had reddish highlights. Isobel was right, she had all the right curves. I couldn't have asked for a sexier mother in law. "Oh, who's this?" she added.

"Mom, these are some neighbors I met. I've been playing with my new best friend. This is Lianna. Lianna, this is my mom."

"Hi!" I said waving.

"Hello dear. It's good to see Isobel making friends. She loves her books too much. ...and who are these?" Bettie continued.

Mary stepped in. "Hi, I'm Mary, Lianna's mother. These are my farmhands, Bailey and Sarina. We work the cider mill east of here."

"Oh, that one? I thought it wasn't running anymore. Good. I'd hate to see it go to waste. Come in! Sit down. Let's get to know each other, neighbors."

We entered a living room with a big black plush couch, on which a girl slightly older than me sat watching TV. She was incredibly cute, with long black hair and a much less pronounced nose than her mother. Like Isobel, she was pale. She had pouty lips and pretty blue eyes. "Veruca, these are our new neighbors." Bettie said.

"Oh, hi." Veruca said, not taking her eyes off the TV.

"Veruca, please shut the TV off and be polite." Bettie said, annoyed.

"Ugh, god, fine." Veruca groaned.

"Veruca," Isobel said, trying out her will, "...if you want to finish your show, you can go to your room and finish it on your pad with headphones."

Compulsions work best when subtle, and when the subject wants to do what you just told them. Veruca must have REALLY wanted to finish that show, because she bounded out of the couch saying "OK yeah that sounds great see you later..."

Bettie sputtered for a second. "Honestly, I have no idea what got into her. She's usually not rude."

"Yes, she is." Isobel corrected her. Bettie shot her a look.

We all settled in the room. Mary and Sarina flanked Bettie, and Bailey moved a chair to get close. With all those pheromones, Isobel's mother would be moaning within minutes, hopefully. I sat with Isobel in a loveseat for two, cuddling with my true love.

"So, Mary, why don't you tell me about your farm?" Bettie began.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to bore you. You would think it's boring. I'm much more interested in you." Mary deflected with her will.

"There's not much to tell these days. I lost my husband in Iraq a few years ago. We rent out the fields to other local farmers to make ends meet, and I have his pension, but I can't work." She said.

"What's the matter?" Sarina asked, putting her hand on Bettie's shoulder.

"I'm not sure. We don't have good insurance and we can't afford to drive to Ann Arbor to go to the U of M hospital. I just have pretty bad pain most days. It's been getting worse lately. The stress of being a single parent seems to be speeding it up." Bettie admitted, without hesitation.

"You seem fine, though." Bailey said.

"Yes, well, whatever it is, it's not like cancer. It's an invisible illness. I'm just concerned that the girls might get this when they get older. My mother struggled with chronic pain." She said sadly.

I smiled. My beautiful Isobel would never get older. She'd never have to bear the pain her mother was going through. I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.

"That's terrible." Mary said.

The conversation kept going. Isobel and I got bored quickly. It had to do with her mom's illness and money. Mary, Bailey, and Sarina played her like a fiddle. They used their will to coax things out of Bettie that she'd normally never tell anyone, like how their family was almost bankrupt thanks to the huge taxes on their property.

The subject of relationships came up. The mommies probed for any proclivities towards girls. Bailey and Sarina even admitted they were a couple, to try to provoke a reaction. Bettie took it well. She didn't start preaching hellfire or anything, and seemed genuinely intrigued.

"So, you two... live... with Mary and her family?" Bettie said, cautiously.

"Well, yes, we tend to have a bit of an open relationship though." Bailey said, smiling.

"Yes," Mary added, "...sometimes they invite me in too. You think that's interesting, don't you?"

"Oh..." Bettie said, flustered. "That's... should we be discussing this in front of the girls?"

"Well, mom, that brings me to why I bought all of them here..." Isobel said. "You see, I like Lianna. A lot. Like LIKE her. Romantically. Kissing and stuff."

"Is... Isobel... I... I had no idea you were... well you always did love books more than boys... but..." Bettie babbled.

"Calm down, mom." Isobel willed. "You still love me, right?"

"Oh, yes, sweetie. I love you no matter what. This is just... so SUDDEN!" Bettie splurted.

"It's OK mom." Isobel said. "Sometimes you just feel attracted to girls. It doesn't make you a bad person."

Bettie's eyes rolled back in her head for a second.

"Tell me, Bettie," Mary willed, "...do you feel attracted to women sometimes?"

"I... I... never thought about it..." she said as if being forced.

"...and now?" Mary pushed.

"Y... yes..."

"You're attracted to me?" Sarina asked.

"You like me too?" Bailey added.

"Ohhhh... yes..." Bettie moaned, obviously feeling the effects of the pheromones on her sex drive.

"...and what about that?" Mary asked.

That was our cue. I looked my beloved Isobel in the eyes, and we kissed, tenderly. Then it was more than tender. Soon, our hands travelled over each other and our kiss was deeply passionate.

"That excites you, doesn't it?" Mary willed. "Watching your little girl explore her sexuality. Seeing her experience love. It turns you on..."

"Mmmmm..." Bettie moaned, giving in to the temptation. Before everyone, she gently rubbed her aching crotch. I tapped Isobel on the shoulder. We broke our kiss and walked over to Isobel's mother.

"Mommy, I love Lianna, but I love you too. You want to kiss me, don't you?" Isobel willed, hard.

"But..." Bettie protested. "...we shouldn't..."

"It's fine." Mary said. "No one here will judge you. Watch. Come here, baby." Mary said to me. I bounded over to my mommy and kissed her, full on the lips.

"Oh my god!" Bettie gasped.

"Don't feel disgusted." Mary willed. "It's perfectly natural to feel attracted to someone you love so very much. You're attracted to Isobel, aren't you?"

"I..." was all Bettie got out before Isobel kissed her full on the lips. Bettie let out a muffled cry that settled into a deep, satisfied moan.

"See mom? You like it." Isobel willed.

"Oh, baby, it's been so long since someone kissed me like that..." Bettie said, short of breath.

"It's OK, mom. Let me take care of you." Isobel said. She kissed her mother again. Bettie returned the kiss as a willing participant. The mother and daughter pair explored each other's mouths, kissing passionately to forge a bond deeper than the one made at birth. Isobel pawed at her mother's ample breast, eventually running her hand under Bettie's bra. Bettie moaned approval.

Not to be outdone, I stripped Mary's top off and expertly removed her bra as I had so many times before. Mary's creamy breasts rested beautifully on her chest, illuminated by the harsh light of the overhead lamps. I took one of her nipples into my mouth as I fondled the other breast. Mary groaned extra loud, as if to announce her little girl was molesting her chest.

The combined pheromones must have been more powerful than I imagined. Bettie whipped off her own top, removing the elastic bra she wore at the same time. Her breasts were about the size of Mary's but the areolas were bright pink against her pale skin, as opposed to Mary's darker nipples. Isobel wasted no time tasting the breasts that fed her as an infant.

Mary's hard cock rubbed against my stomach as we made out. I reached into her skirt, fondling her discretely so that her dick was not showing. Isobel, encouraged by my boldness, reached into her mother's skirt and found the pussy that birthed her.

Bettie moaned loudly. Sarina shut her off with a kiss, lest her shouts alert her other daughter Veruca. Bailey added her efforts, giving attention to Bettie's other breast. Sarina replaced her mouth with her hand, covering Bettie's mouth as she pushed Isobel out of the way and clamped her mouth on Bettie's breast. Isobel, smiling, crawled underneath her mother's skirts. As she tasted her mother's pussy both of them moaned in ecstasy. Bettie began writhing under their ministrations. Suddenly, her back arched and she shook like a leaf. She screamed into Sarina's hand, her muffled cries of joy mixing with the grunts of her daughter and the women assaulting her nipples. As she came down, Isobel removed her skirt, revealing unflattering pink panties soaked with an unseemly amount of juices. Isobel's face was smeared with those same lubricants, and she licked them from her lips sensually as her mother watched.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I did that..." Bettie moaned.

"It's OK mom, I wanted to do it." Isobel said, leaning in to share her mother's juices in a lewd kiss. Bettie tasted herself on her daughter's tongue and leaned in, emboldened by the taboo flavor.

"Now that you're a bit more... relaxed... we have a proposition for you." Mary interrupted.

"Uh... what?" Bettie said, dazed by the feelings racing through her skull.

"You see, the relationship between my daughter and your daughter is more than just a little sexual experimentation. They have a bond just as deep as the one between the two of you." Mary intoned, as if she had practiced it. That's another reason I loved her; she could give a damn good speech.

"What do you mean?" Bettie asked, suddenly present.

"There's much more to all of us than it seems." Mary said. "Don't scream." she willed as she extended her fangs.

"Aaaaaa!" Betty shouted briefly, her shock overcoming the compulsion.

Bailey and Sarina, inches away from her face, followed suit. Their pearly fangs gleamed. I showed mine, licking them sensuously. Bettie froze, terrified. She turned to her daughter, the blood draining from her face. Isobel finished the job, baring her fangs for her mother. Bettie's head bobbed.

"Stay awake, Bettie." Mary willed, snapping Bettie out of the faint she had almost fallen into. "You see, Bettie, my daughter Lianna here fell in love with your darling little Isobel. She saved Lianna's life. In return, Lianna gave Isobel life eternal. You mentioned earlier worrying that Isobel would follow in your sickness? Worry not. Her vampiric physique makes her immune to diseases. She will never grow old or weary. And, with the power of the two curses, never need to hunt for prey, taking the blood of the innocent. She will live a life of luxury, love, and lust, forever and ever." Mary paused dramatically. "...and so could you." She finished.

"Wh... what do you mean?" Bettie spat through bloodless lips.

"Your... condition... is unfortunate. If you were to join us, the pain that has driven you to your wits end would evaporate, as if it had never been. Tell me, have you considered suicide?" Mary willed.

"Y... yes... everyday... but I would never abandon my girls... I couldn't leave them..." she whispered. Isobel gasped. Bettie must have been hiding the worst from her daughter.

"I see on Isobel's face that you hadn't told her. You're a good mother." Mary said.

"I'm a horrible mother... I consider killing myself every day... and I just let my daughter suck my pussy... I want to die..." she groaned.

"DON'T SAY THAT." Isobel willed with all her might. "YOU ARE THE BEST MOM I COULD EVER HOPE FOR. LET US HELP YOU. GIVE YOURSELF TO ME. LET ME MAKE YOU MINE."

Bettie's head fell back onto the couch. Unable to resist her daughter's powerful will, she whispered "yesssssss..."

Isobel wasted no time. Like a viper, she struck her mother's neck. Bettie strained, forcing her neck deeper into her daughter's mouth. Bailey and Sarina, each still holding a breast, sunk their fangs in, making Bettie squirm in delight. With three hungry vampires draining her heart's blood, Bettie soon began to go limp. Isobel bit into her tiny, pale wrist and forced her dark blood into her mother's mouth.

"Drink." Isobel willed. Her mother's throat pulsed as her daughter's cursed blood flowed into her. Isobel closed her eyes in bliss as her mother's new fangs pierced her wrists, bringing a greater flow of her daughter's maroon blood. Bettie pulled off, her eyes wide and dark blood trickling from her mouth.

"It's gone. It's GONE! The pain is gone!" she shouted, more full of life that she had been moments ago when she was alive. She kissed Isobel's face again and again. "Thank you, my sweet baby girl! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"That's not all, mom. Look." Isobel said, pulling down her skirt and revealing her cute little penis. It was about three inches long, but looked smaller nestled between her skirt and panties.

"What... how?" she sputtered.

"We're futanari, mom. Cursed twice. I just gave you one curse, and now I'm giving you the second." She said, bending down and whipping her mother's panties off. Bettie's heels hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud as the panties flew. She offered no resistance as her daughter stepped forward, aligning her girl cock with the pussy that birthed her. Isobel entered her mother quickly, her cocklet finding no resistance in her mother's moist cunt. Sarina, anticipating this, covered Bettie's mouth once more to muffle the scream that the futa curse caused with Bettie's orgasm. Bettie shook and writhed as she came on her daughter's cock. Isobel waited patiently as her mother recovered, then began to slam her cock into her mother. Bettie moaned with each thrust. Isobel increased her pace, slapping her thighs into her mother's, filling the air with dull clapping sounds. Isobel threw her head back, feeling the same rush of power that I felt when I converted her into a futa. She fell to her knees, overcome with energy. I hopped off Mary's lap and grabbed her shoulders, holding her close to my chest.

"Good job, my love." I said, then kissed her. "But quick, get back inside her. The curse causes pain unless you stay inside while the change happens."

Isobel nodded and got to her feet, penetrating her mother once more. Her swollen clit, just starting to show the first signs of a head, spurted a tiny stream of semen. The futa curse causes an orgasm on penetration, even if the cock is not fully formed it seems. Bettie's cock leaked cum as it grew, the spouts growing more forceful as her new cock swelled, fountaining in the air as it reached its full.

Isobel marveled at her mother's newly grown penis. It was just like hers, pink and pretty, but twice the size. Wasting no time, she scrambled up her mother's lap and sat on Bettie's cock. As her mother's dick filled her prepubescent slit, Isobel sprayed cum on her mother's tits. Bettie, overcome with lust, started thrusting into Isobel, punishing her daughter's pussy with her adult sized cock. With a pussy as tight as her daughter's Bettie came within minutes, leaking cum out from her daughter's pussy in a messy flood. Isobel kissed her mother, sealing their love with a kiss.

"Oh, baby... thank you..." Bettie moaned.

"It seems you were right, Isobel. Your mother is going to be a fine addition to our family." Mary said, pleased as punch.

"We're not done yet." Isobel said with a wicked smile. "Veruca is still binge-watching shows."

"Oh, yes!" Bettie said with lust in her voice. "I want to taste both of my babies tonight!"

"A VERY fine addition." Mary said, this time with more heat in her voice.

"I think this can be taken care of by family, Mary." Bettie said. "You four wait down here. Isobel and I will take care of her sister."

"Lianna is coming with us." Isobel demanded. "I'm your maker and you have to do what I say. Plus, Lianna is family now. I'm going to marry her and be her vampire bride."

"Well, I guess I got told." Bettie said with a smile. "Lianna, I'm so glad that you are going to be my daughter-in-law. If it makes my baby happy, you both have my blessing."

I hugged Bettie. "Thanks, Bettie!" I said, then kissed her. She kissed me back, hard.

"Come on, you two. I've got a sister to turn into a vampire!" Isobel chided.

"Wait." I said. "Before we go up, we need to tell your mom how being a vampire works. Otherwise how is she going to turn Veruca?"

We gave her a crash course. Bettie tested her will power on us and learned how the curses are spread. We formulated a plan similar to how we seduced her. While we did this, Bailey grabbed paper towels form the kitchen and we did our best to clean up and put our clothes back on. When we were ready, Bettie led the way up to Veruca's room. Thin lines of light shone from the closed door.

"Just like we told you, concentrate on your senses. Try to feel what's happening in Veruca's room." I said. Bettie nodded.

I enhanced my senses at the same time, so I'd know if Bettie succeeded. I heard an incredibly faint tinny sound, which I chalked up to someone listening to headphones. However, I couldn't make anything out. It sounded like gibberish. I heard the faint creak of a spring; Veruca was probably on her bed.

Then an unmistakable sloshing noise.

"Oh god!" Bettie whispered. "She's masturbating!"

"Perfect." I said, grinning. "Let's go get her."

Bettie knocked on the door. "Veruca honey? I need to talk to you."

The sloshing stopped, followed by the hurried rustle of clothing. "Uh... in a minute mom!" Veruca shouted.

Bettie opened the door anyway to find Veruca halfway through pulling her panties back on. She had the tiniest wisp of pubic hair above her otherwise hairless slit.

"MOM!" Veruca shouted. "Get out!"

"Oh, honey, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Bettie said, entering the room and sitting near her half naked daughter. "Besides, we have something important to talk about."

"We... you mean..." Veruca said, confused as Isobel and I entered the room.

"That's right. It seems our new neighbors are better than those farmers who have been ripping me off for land rights. They did something wonderful." Bettie continued.

"What do you mean?" Veruca said, shimmying into her panties to cover herself.

"Mommy's all better now. No more pain." Bettie said, smiling.

"What, in just the last half hour they've been here, they cured an unknown incurable disease? Just like that? They're... they're not..." Veruca lowered her voice to a whisper, looking at me, "...drug dealers?"

All three of us burst out laughing. Veruca looked even more confused. "Oh, honey, no."

Bettie tried to explain without coming right out and saying I'm a vampire now,' but Isobel was right. Veruca was full of sass and much too inquisitive for Bettie to get an in to work her willpower on her talkative daughter. Isobel made a gesture with her hand that said See? Told you.' Without saying a word.

I nodded, turning back. Something caught my eye. The pad Veruca was using had fallen on the floor, leaving the headphones to dangle precariously off the bed like a bungee cord. While Bettie had her distracted, I picked up the pad and swiped to open it.

I smiled.

"Oh, there is no way I could be this lucky." I said, incredulous.

"HEY! That's... private!" Veruca protested. I turned the pad around, showing a paused video of anime porn.

It featured a futanari.

"Honey, you like that sort of thing?" Bettie said, surprised.

"Uh..." Veruca stuttered, red-faced.

"Then you're really going to like this." I said, dropping my bulky sun pants. My erection, previously hidden by their folds, stood out from my body.

"Holy shit! You're a futa!" Veruca squealed. She scrambled off the bed, heedless of her mother and sister, coming face-to-cock with me. "No balls, so there's no full package, but you've got a vagina. Hmm, looks like the penis replaced the clit instead of being above it or coming out like a snake..."

"Veruca, it's rude to stare!" Her mother chided.

"It's OK. She can stare at me. Or you..." I said, nodding.

Isobel didn't need any more encouragement. She joined me, doffing her skirt and showing off her adorable cock. Veruca gasped.

"M... mom... do you have one too?" she said with a bit of hesitation.

"Yes, honey. It's one of the things I've been trying to tell you..." Bettie said, pulling up her skirt to reveal a bulge in her panties.

"Oh my god, so it's like an infestation? Are you aliens?" she said.

"God, you have weird hangups." Isobel teased.

"Shut up, brat." Veruca shot back.

"No, we're not aliens..." I said, baring my fangs. "...we're vampires."

"Holy crap..." she whispered.

"Don't be afraid, honey." Bettie said, finally exercising her willpower. "This is how they cured me of my condition. I'm better than ever."

"You can be too." Isobel said. "Lianna made me into a futa vampire, but she's not the only one. Her mom and those other ladies live with her on the next farm over, and they're all futanari vampires. They have sex all the time."

"It's true." I added. "We found a way to replace drinking blood with sex. You'd get to have sex with more than thirty other futas whenever you wanted."

"Please, honey." Bettie pleaded. "Momma needs you..." she stroked her cock slowly.

"Are you kidding? This is everything I've ever wanted!" Veruca said, flopping her back onto the bed and pulling her panties off, barely missing kicking Bettie in the face full force.

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh, you have no idea. I have secret folders for Futa AND Vampire AND incest porn. This is like a dream come true." Veruca said, pulling off her shirt and exposing her puffy preteen breasts.

Bettie climbed onto her and kissed her. As she arched her back, her brand new cock rubbed against her daughter's slit, soaking up the wetness generated when Veruca was masturbating. Bettie sat up suddenly, grabbing Veruca's calves and positioning her for a deep fucking.

"Wait!" I called. Both of them looked at me, confused. "Veruca, are you a virgin?"

"Yeah." She said flatly.

"Ever used a toy or something like a brush handle?" I continued.

"Well, I tried once, but I couldn't push it in and didn't want to force it." She admitted.

"OK, sorry Bettie. Back off and let me in there." I said, climbing onto the bed.

Bettie complied reluctantly. I got up into Veruca's crotch and planted a quick but forceful kiss on her clit. She squeaked in surprise.

"Veruca is still a virgin, and if you penetrate her, she'll break her hymen and hurt a lot. My mommies developed a technique to stop that. Vampire blood has healing properties... so..." I paused, extending my fangs and piercing my index and middle fingers, "...we get a little blood and then..." I fingered Veruca, reaching inside until I found resistance. Her hymen gave way under my vampire strength and she gasped, then moaned in delight.

"What happened?" Bettie asked.

"Because vampire blood got into her wounds, they healed immediately." I explained. "The healing feels like a warm tingling."

"Yeah... that's so good..." Veruca whispered.

I withdrew my hand, slick with her juices, the bright crimson blood of her virginity, and traces of my darker maroon blood. Bettie and Isobel lunged at me, licking the mess from my hand and seductively sucking my fingers.

"Does that taste good, Bettie?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, my baby's blood is so sweet..." she said, rolling the blood around on her tongue.

Veruca rubbed her pussy as she watched us savor her blood. "Oh fuck, this is so hot. Fuck me, mommy! Fuck your little girl!" she shouted.

Bettie crawled back between Veruca's legs and splayed her legs open, giving access to her pussy. Veruca's lips stretched around her mother's new cock, straining to take an adult sized member. Her pelvis bulged slightly as she was filled by her mother. Veruca screamed and shook as the tip of her mother's penis slammed into her cervix, feeling the orgasm induced by the futa curse. Bettie, unable to hold back, began thrusting into her spasming daughter, not giving her a chance to recover. Veruca's scream devolved into a series of low guttural howls as the pleasure overcame her. She wrapped her legs around Bettie's waist, locking her heels to pull her mother into her deeper. Veruca's back arched as she came a second time, slapping the bed with both arms hard enough to elevate her almost completely into the air.

"I'm coming for you baby! Take it!" Bettie grunted.

"Yes! Come inside me mommy! Fill me up!" Veruca shouted. Cum began to leak from between Bettie's penis and Veruca's pussy. Bettie shouted, squiting tainted cum directly into her daughter's womb. Unlike Isobel, Bettie had enough presence of mind to stay inside Veruca as her clit turned red and grew into a cock eerily similar to Isobel and Bettie's. Pink, thick, and hard, it stood out from her pussy, bobbing with her heartbeat.

"Bettie, we have a tradition." I informed her after they cooled down. "Whenever you make a new cock, you're responsible for satisfying it for the first time."

"Mmmm... yes. Baby, let me get on the bed..." Bettie purred. Veruca awkwardly sat up, still woozy from her intense orgasms. Bettie positioned herself on all fours, face down. Veruca grabbed her mother's hips for leverage, and got up on her knees behind her. Veruca's newly grown cock plunged into the pussy that birthed her, eliciting a cry from Bettie as her cock jetted a stream of thick white cum onto the bed. Veruca was even more merciless than her mother, plowing her dick into Bettie's vagina.

I took the opportunity to strip Isobel and let her strip me. We knelt on the floor, knocking stray clothes and cords out of the way as we kissed and fondled each other slowly and lovingly. I stared into her eyes, as I touched her cock. We caressed each other slowly, pausing to take in the spectacle of Veruca plowing into her mother. Veruca eventually collapsed, leaving a bright white stream of cum dribbling from her new cock and her mother's vagina.

"Take her, Bettie. Give her eternal life, just like we showed you." I commanded.

"Yeah, mom, bite her and drink her blood!" Isobel said with excitement.

Bettie righted herself and turned around, coming face-to-face with her exhausted daughter.

"I'm going to do that to you every night, my darling baby girl." She said lovingly.

"Oh, yes mommy. Bite me. Make me a vampire just like you... I need it so bad..." Veruca begged.

Bettie's fangs extended and she leaned down and gently kissed Veruca's neck, causing her to shiver.

"Are you ready, baby?" Bettie whispered.

"Yes mommy, bite me... bite me... bite me..." she said feverishly.

Bettie slowly opened her mouth to cover her daughter's throat and sank her fangs into Veruca. Veruca muttered "yes... yes... yes..." as her mother's teeth pierced her arteries. Bettie swallowed visibly again and again as the heart's blood of her daughter ran hot down her throat. Veruca stopped talking and began to shake. On cue, Bettie fed her blood from her wrist. Veruca used the last ounce of her mortal strength to grab Bettie's wrist, pulling the infected blood into her. Veruca's skin paled and Bettie moaned as her daughter took her first bite with brand new fangs. Veruca's cock, limp with blood loss, stood up straight again, empowered by the curse of the vampire. Bettie let her daughter drink as Veruca exulted in the taste of blood. She pulled off, maroon drips staining her chin, hissing in delight.

"Oh, Lydia is going to LOVE you." I said promisingly. She grinned.

"Oooh!" Isobel squealed. "Let's show them the mind link!"

"Yes. Bettie, go get the mommies downstairs." I said. Bettie walked out, her daughter's blood still on her chin and cum running down her thighs. She returned cleaner, with Mary, Bailey, and Sarina in tow.

"You see," I began, "...Futanari penises can bend downward. If you get the angle just right, you can fuck another futa while they fuck you. When this happens, your mind is connected to theirs, and you can feel the pleasure they feel, while they feel your pleasure." As I explained, I crawled onto the bed, lying on my back.

Isobel positioned herself on her knees, facing away from me. "When adults do it, it just feels good. But, when little girls do it, we generate more magical energy than we use. If a girl our age mind links once every two or three days, we don't need to drink blood; we can live on sex alone. Watch!" she said, sinking into me and guiding me into her.

One again I felt the golden glow of her love for me in addition to the feeling of our cocks filling each other. The simultaneous pulse of our orgasms rocked through us, filling us with magical energy. Through the haze of lust, I caught a glimpse of Bettie mind linking with Mary, and Bailey and Sarina double penetrating Veruca while standing, sandwiching her between them.

After a long drawn out lovemaking session which included Veruca mind linking with her sister and Mary cuddling me as she filled my pussy, we cleaned up and packed into two cars. I rode with Bettie, never wanting to be apart from Isobel. Bettie followed Mary's big black SUV to our farm, where we were greeted with a stark naked Chloe leading all of the rest of the girls, also completely bare, in a round of applause.

For the rest of the night, the girls and mommies explored our new additions. Bettie was extremely popular, letting girls use her body endlessly. She laid on her side as girls fucked her pussy, ass, mouth, and cleavage, while a fifth girl sucked her ample cock. When girls got satisfied, they switched with idle ones watching the action.

Veruca, too, was popular, mind linking with girls and tasting everyone's blood. She was so bloodthirsty that Bailey and Sarina had to hold her down and clean the spilled blood from her tiny puffy tits.

Isobel and I mind linked for the whole night, spending an evening of pre-matrimonial bliss. Other girls helped, fucking out asses and giving us cocks to suck. My favorite was when Mary filled my ass. I was filled with the penises of both the people I loved the most, and I knew Isobel felt that same love through our link.

An hour and a half before sunrise, Chloe and Mary helped me and Isobel shower quickly. Bailey and Sarina cleaned up the girls and our new converts while Isobel and I dressed for our wedding. With little time to spare, we professed our love for one another, and were joined in eternal matrimony at the gazebo as the sky started to show a sliver of red. The extended vampire family then piled inside, to sleep off our victory. Isobel and I barely slept, having the hottest honeymoon sex we could.

Celebration lasted a week as our new family members got used to life in a futanari vampire girl farm. Orgies were the order of the night. I sampled Bettie and Veruca's cocks, and filled then each with more loads than I could count. I made sure that Isobel knew the supreme joy of cuddling with Mary, bringing the two people I loved even closer together.

The farm settled into a new state of normal. With thirty girls and five mommies, each girl now saw a mommy every six days instead of seven. This increased the amount of mind links we had to do, which was still far from a chore.

Each mommy re-did the conditioning on their girls. The loophole I took advantage of was closed; none of the girls could reveal their vampire nature.

Bettie parceled her land and sold most of it. The small plot of forest that contained Isobel's treehouse was the only part she sold to Mary, ensuring we would have it as a sex hideaway. Other girls, jealous of our arboreal boudoir, had the mommies construct other treehouses on our property, much closer and more conveniently placed. They were the perfect place to sneak away for a tryst on a moonlit night.

My prediction about Lydia and Veruca proved true. Both were vampire fetishists, and married each other two months after Isobel and I were married. They attended their ceremony in full silk capes, wrapping each other sensuously during their nuptial bites.

Bettie was the happiest of all of our new converts. Freed from her horrible pain, her stressful life, and the abstinence of a single mother, she dove hedonistically into the world of sex with little girls. She gained a reputation as an insatiable sex fiend, coming multiple times in each girl and making sure they came as many times or more. She often walked around the mansion naked, soliciting sex with anyone idle. More often than not they agreed, bending over a couch or being held in the air while Bettie filled them with cock.

We settled into a magical routine of sex, love, and kinship. With my beautiful bride, my twenty eight sisters, and my five mommies, Isobel and I lived a life of luxury and lust.

It was a paradise, and we made the most of it every single night.

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