Midori And The Bloodlust Blues: 3rd Night, Part One

Story by Hardcover

Starting with this chapter, the third night will begin introducing some of the other vampire characters that I've been wanting to do, beginning my my futa vampire version of the Olsen Twins (God, I love twins). Also, as usual, there's quite a bit a story in this once (or at least what passes for story to a hack like me), and the chapter is split up into multiple sections as usual. It's also a monster 32 pages! Please comment, the vampires feel insulted when you don't. Or at least hit the rep+ button, that's not too much to ask, is it? Downloadable files included as always.

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MIDORI AND THE

BLOODLUST BLUES:

3rd Night, Part One

By Hardcover

“Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind

what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which

make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous. Science,

already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps

be the ultimate exterminator of our human species -- if separate

species we be -- for its reserve of unguessed horrors could never

be borne by mortal brains if loosed upon the world.”

--Howard Phillips Lovecraft

One the rain slicked streets of Burning City, the downpour had let up a bit and the rain had reduced to a small drizzle. This would not last, but for now it was welcome relief. Dark heavy clouds still hung over the city, threatening the deluge that would eventually cut the whole place off from the mainland of Niperica for an indeterminate stretch of time. Only a hand full of people still remained, but those that did and ran their own businesses were still trying to get that last dollar out of the populace, guaranteeing that there were still lots of places still open to shop.

Which was exactly what newborn futa vampire Midori Ichise and her familiar Natalie were doing. Midori was still a conflicted mess, trying to fathom and deal with her unexpected transformation. At one time a sweet, virginal girl: Midori’s sex drive as a vampire and as a futa had increased exponentially, making it hard to resist all the opportunities that her friend Natalie was presenting her, having been accidently “familiarized” (somehow mentally altered to fall unconditionally in love with her) to Midori the night before.

Midori had sworn to herself that she would not take advantage of Natalie in her adoring, star struck state, but she’d found it hard not to. Last night, Natalie’s begging for Midori’s attentions had proved irresistible, and Midori had wound up making hot steamy passionate love to her little slave for most of the night. When they had woken up and Midori had gone to take a shower, Natalie had gotten in with her, and they’d ended up fucking again, and afterwards, she’d insisted on cooking breakfast and cleaning up for Midori, who had to admit, having some one perfectly happy to wait on her hand and foot could get mighty addictive.

Midori’s transformation from a human into a vampire had changed a lot of her tastes: and she now found that she hated all the clothes in her closet. And so, since she had the day off today, Midori had given in to Natalie’s requests for a shopping trip. They’d hit all the gothic, fetish, and punk rock sort of stores that were still open. All the kinds of places that Midori would never have been caught dead in before, and now the back seat and trunk of Midori’s Saab were filled with packages and bags stuffed with clothes. Sexy, naughty, revealing clothes, the kind of stuff Midori was suddenly preferring these days. She’d even found a card in one for an interior decorator who specialized in Goth decorating, and she’d taken it.

Fortunately, Midori had discovered that when she got in she sun, even under clouds, her appearance returned to a semi normal state, although she was still pale as hell, and her teeth were still like they were last night. At least she could pass for human, although she spent an inordinate amount of time assuring people that she wasn’t sick. They sped down the street, on their way back to unpack all the stuff they’d bought. Natalie, ever devoted, had insisted on filling up her own wardrobe with similar clothes to what Midori had bought, which made the car feel even smaller and boxier then before.

Midori gripped the wheel as the car headed down the road, now deep in thought again. She shifted, still trying to get used to the penis between her legs. Next to her, Natalie flipped through a fetish fashion magazine she’d picked up,

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