Summer was the worst time of the year to be a sheep, Vicky thought. It was something of a controversial opinion, to be sure. Ask any sheep on the street and they would all agree that winter was when your winter wool grows in, big and uncomfortable and out of control. As far as Vicky was concerned, though, that was a positive. Winter was the time of year when it made sense to have a built-in sweater covering your entire goddamn body in addition to the rest of your clothing. In summer, all it did was make her unbearably hot and miserable literally all the time. Doubly so considering her air conditioning had been out since early June.

Part of the problem, to be fair, was that Vicky hadn’t gotten sheared since late March, when she’d gotten her winter wool removed. She had resolved long ago to never get her wool sheared until she was the proper god-queen of everything and had a legion of loyal slaves to give her wool the worship it, like the rest of her, rightfully deserved. She had very quickly modified “never get sheared” to “get sheared as little as possible,” because it turned out going unshorn forever just plain old wasn’t an option. But god dammit the sentiment was still there.

Of course right now in the deep depths of mid-August, a full two and a half months since her air conditioner had completely died, she found her resolve beginning to waver a bit. She had tried several arcane vampire rituals to bring about early winters, none of which she had the magical power to pull off. And, while shoving her head in the freezer had helped slightly, it wasn’t exactly economical, or very good for the few things she had in her freezer. All of her options were distressingly short-term. The only thing left, aside from booking herself a shearing appointment, was to lie down on her couch in the nude with as many fans as she could afford to have running at full blast in her general direction, and do the unthinkable.

Ask someone else for help.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhh,” Vicky whined petulantly as one of the fans momentarily rotated away from her. “Hurry uuuuup.”

“Hey, I know about as much about fixing broken air conditioning units as you do,” Mary responded about as tersely as she was capable of, which wasn’t very. In spite of her size, Mary had never been the most assertive person, or else she would likely have completely cut Vicky out of her life a long time ago. “This would probably go faster if I had a hand or something, you know.”

“Can’t I’m dead,” Vicky grunted in response, letting out a baaah of relief as the fan rotated back into her direction.

“No you’re not!”

“Yes I am I’m a vampire.”

“Vampires aren’t undead, you’re the one who made it very loudly and angrily clear to me on several occasions.” Along with many other vampire facts. Currently Mary knew far more about vampires than she had ever wanted to know. Sunlight didn’t kill vampires, just made them feel incredibly lethargic; garlic was only lethal in incredibly large doses and otherwise just made them nauseous; holy symbols did approximately jack shit; a wooden stake to the heart was about as fatal to a vampire as it would be to anyone else; the thing about being unable to enter a building without an invitation was true, but the definition of invitation was broad enough that it was rarely a problem.

“Anyway,” Vicky said, violently changing the subject, “if I could do this on my own I wouldn’t have asked for your help. Now hurry up and get this over with, your fat ass is taking up like 90% of my apartment.”

Mary hissed quietly in frustration, her hair echoing her sentiment somewhat more adamantly. “I can’t help being a gorgon, you know.” Vicky’s apartment wasn’t exactly spacious, either. Even with compression spells she took up most of the available floorspace.

“I couldn’t help even if I wanted to, because I can’t get close enough because you’re so fucking fat.”

Mary was, to be fair, heavyset. Curvy. Aside from her gorgon blood, she was mostly cow, evidenced by her wide hips and tits almost three times the size of her head. And her gorgon heritage had left her with more than twenty feet of tail with compression spells going, along with an extra two pairs of arms that took up quite a lot of horizontal space. Vicky was an asshole, but she wasn’t wrong. Which frankly made it worse. “Doesn’t this place have, like, a maintenance guy or something?”

“Ugh. Landlord’s a lazy cheap-ass cunt who can’t be bothered to spend the money to hire a dedicated handyman. Rental agreement says she’s required to provide any necessary repairs but she always drags her fucking feet about it.” Vicky grunted in frustration.

“Well, I’m not gonna get much farther on my own, so you might have to push the issue. You’ve got magic charisma, right? Just use that or something.”

“I’ve tried pushing the issue!” Vicky snapped in response. “Turned the vampire charm on full blast and everything, she just...” Thought it was cute, she couldn’t bring herself to say out loud. That was the worst thing about being a vampire – none of the supposed benefits were all that beneficial. What good was eternal youth if it left you eternally stuck as an underdeveloped teen? What good were the powerful magical abilities if you lacked the magic reserves to actually fuel them? What good was supernatural charisma if all it did was make people think you were the cutest, most adorable little lamb they ever did see? Of course, she wasn’t going to say any of that. Actually saying it out loud would mean admitting defeat, and Victoria Marie Aries never admitted defeat.

“A-anyway! You have six arms! That should be enough for you to be able to do this super easy! So get to it!” With that, what conversation there had been dried up. Mary returned to fiddling with the air conditioning unit in quiet annoyance, and Vicky returned to trying not to die of heat stroke in spite of being mostly immortal. The silence was nearly deafening, punctuated only by the droning sound of the fans.

The knock at the door broke through the silence abruptly. Mary jumped slightly, as much as a snake could, and Vicky groaned. “Oh, fuck offfffffff!”

“Do you think maybe the landlord actually hired a repair guy?”

“Hell no,” Vicky snapped. “It’s probably just some asshole trying to sell me some useless garbage, or a neighbour complaining about noise coming from someone else, or the fucking census guy again.” She slowly peeled herself off the couch into a sitting position, her sweat-soaked wool sticking slightly to the hot leather. “Whoever you are you can fuck right off it’s too hot!” she bellowed at the door, putting in just enough effort that whoever was on the other side could probably hear her telling them to leave.

“Aww, is that any way to treat your baby sister, Lammy?”

Vicky froze in sheer, abject horror. Even muffled by the door, she would know that voice anywhere. “Yes! Yes it is! Go away!” she shouted, all traces of her previous heat exhaustion completely wiped away by blind panic.

The voice just giggled slightly in response. “Ha! You’re always so silly, Lammy. Hold on, I’m coming in!”

“No!” Vicky snapped in response, flailing weakly on the couch. “I’m, uh, I’m not decent! You can’t come in!” Mary opened her mouth to point out that she didn’t seem to mind being seen nude by her, but abruptly shut it after Vicky shot her the mother of all death glares, hissing angrily and making a cutting gesture at her throat. Of course, vampires couldn’t enter anywhere they’d not been invited into, and she’d just specifically told her sister she wasn’t allowed in. Check and mate.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Nothing I’ve not seen before.”

Vicky’s sense of triumph deflated as she heard the characteristic chunky clunk of her apartment’s ancient lock being un-locked. She weakly flopped over the back of the couch in defeat, unable to bring herself to so much as look at the door as it creaked open. “You shouldn’t be able to come iiiiinnnnnn,” she whined deafeatedly.

“Oh, you gave me a standing invitation three and a half years ago. I think your exact words were something along the lines of ‘just drop by whenever you want, don’t worry if I’m busy or not decent or anything like that!’” Another giggle, crisp and lilting like a bell. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you happy to see your lil’ sis?”

“Of course I am,” Vicky muttered sullenly. “Hi, Sophie.” There was no one in the world she loved more than her sister. But, as much as there was love, there was a lot of other stuff in there as well, swirling together into an incredibly complex knot of emotion.

Searing envy being the big one.

Sophie, like Vicky, had been something of a late bloomer. Unlike Vicky, Sophie had not been turned into a vampire in the first semester of her sophomore year of high school, leaving her permanently trapped before she’d had the chance to properly bloom. No, Sophie hadn’t been turned until Vicky had already been a vampire for more than a decade, more than enough time for her to finish puberty and then some.

Vicky slowly lifted her head, taking in Sophie’s enormous form. The perspective made her seem fifty feet tall – thank goodness she was only six foot ten at last measurement, or Vicky might have very well staked herself right there. Starting from her feet, clad in deep red high heels that greatly accentuated her hugeness, her vision moved its way up endlessly long legs, well sheared pale tan fur coating toned calves and thick thighs. From there, colossal hips clad in a professional and stylish black skirt that was clearly several sizes too small. Almost certainly intentionally so – Sophie had gotten very adept at flaunting her sexuality strategically in the nine-odd years since she’d been turned. The skirt clung tightly, digging into her soft, plush ass, every curve of her crotch outlined just clearly enough to leave the details to the imagination, although there was a clearly visible pantyline. Vicky’s position, bent forward over her couch, put her head just low enough to catch a glimpse of the candy red underwear, just barely big enough to conceal her privates.

It also left Sophie’s face entirely out of view, obscured by her giant fucking knockers. That right there was the real sore point, the insult cherry on the injury sundae. Vicky hated being short, but she could live with it if she could at least have tits. Instead, not only did she not have tits, not only was her vampiric magical resistance so strong that any magical solution strong enough to have a real and permanent effect would cost her a fortune, but her younger sister had tits the size of her fuckin’ head. Head and a half, if she wanted to be honest with herself (she didn’t.) The buttons on her simple white blouse visibly strained to contain them, and there was absolutely no way she was ever going to be able to close her smart black business jacket.

“Baaaaaa~” Vicky bleated weakly. “... It’s good to see you, sis.”

“D’awwww, it’s good to see you too, Lammy~” she leaned forward, tits hanging pendulously over Vicky, finally putting her face within view. She had a big, exuberant grin, warm and friendly but also prominently showing off her vampiric canines. “Oh, and you have a friend over! Why don’t you introduce us.”

“She was just leaving,” Vicky replied as she slowly pulled herself off of the couch.

“I, uh,” Mary interjected, only for another death glare from Vicky to shut her up.

“She was just leaving,” Vicky reiterated with a hiss.

“... I was gonna say that. I don’t think I can make more progress on the AC anyway.”

Sophie giggled slightly, placing a hand over her mouth in an infuriatingly demure manner. “Oh, no, don’t leave on my account. The more the merrier, I always say.”

“Uh, that’s awful nice of you, ma’am, but it’s too small and too hot for two people in here, much less three.” Mary paused. This was Vicky’s younger sister and she was definitely older than Vicky and therefore older than Sophie also, and yet she’d just called her ma’am almost reflexively. It was odd, and she made a mental note to ask Vicky about it later. “Especially considering, uh, how much space I take up.” Her tail writhed around slightly as she manoeuvred it out of Sophie’s way, the amazonian sheep already confidently making her way around to the front of the couch.

“Don’t worry about the heat.” Sophie snapped her fingers, the sharp crack echoing through the confines of Vicky’s apartment unnaturally, and just like that the temperature dropped like the broken AC had been replaced with a top-of-the-line unit well outside of Vicky’s price range. “There, that should last for a few days. As for the air conditioner, I’ll stop by your landlady’s office when we’re done here and remind her exactly whose big sister she’s screwing over by dragging her feet on contractually obligated maintenance.”

Her smile remained identical, but there was something different about it. Hard and predatory and cold. It sent an ominous shiver down Mary’s spine. “Actually you know what it’s nice of you to offer but I don’t wanna be a third wheel and anyway I’ve got a shift at my other job so I’m just going to-”

“Stay,” Sophie said, her tone of voice making it clear it wasn’t a request.

“... yes’m.”

“Good girl. What was your name again?”

“Mary, ma’am.”

Just like that, the oppressive atmosphere lifted, and Sophie’s expression returned to its former warm friendliness. “It’s nice to meet you, Mary. I’m Sophia Elizabeth Ares, but you can call me Sophie~” Sophie stepped carefully over Mary’s tail, finally finishing her circuitous route around the couch to stand in front of Vicky. “Now, I believe someone owes their little sister a nice, big hug.”

“Eugh,” Vicky groaned. She hated hugging her sister. It reminded her very firmly of their vast difference in height – almost three full feet, unless Sophie had somehow grown more. But, at the same time, she knew Sophie would insist, and that she would absolutely not be leaving any time soon unless she got what she wanted. “... Fine,” Vicky replied reluctantly, opening her arms. Anything to get her sister out of there sooner.

Sophie reached down and plucked Vicky off of the ground before pulling her into a hug. It was, frankly, undignified and embarrassing, but Vicky supposed it was better than the alternative given that their relative heights would otherwise leave her face buried in Sophie’s crotch. Instead, she merely had to suffer the lesser indignity of having her face buried in Sophie’s cleavage. She had not had the foresight or time to prepare before being pulled into the hug, and took a desperate strained breath that she immediately regretted. “Nggg~” she groaned quietly as her lungs and mind were flooded by Sophie’s musky scent.

God dammit, this was why she had been so anxious for Sophie or Mary to leave. Certainly, she had been in far more unpleasant situations recently, but at least no one she knew had been in that potion shop or at that night club. But here she was, with her boss and one of exactly two friends in the same room as her little sister right as she got hit by Sophie’s scent. Already she could feel a trickle of moisture running down the inside of her thighs. It was wrong and embarrassing and the fact that it was wrong and embarrassing just turned her on more and she hated it. She tried to act cool, tried not to draw attention to the fact that she was getting turned on by her sibling. Made an attempt to actually hug Sophie back and failed miserably because Sophie was just too fucking wide compared to her puny little teenager arms. And, of course, she still needed to breathe which just meant more of Sophie’s Sophieness overwhelming her senses. Eventually, she couldn’t take any more, and desperately smacked at Sophie’s boobs in an attempt to signal that she needed breath.

It was a minute or so after that before Sophie finally saw fit to release her elder sister from marshmallow hell. “There. Now, was that so bad?”

“Yes,” Vicky hissed. “Can you both please just leave now? I kinda need to be alone for a bit.” She had an itch that suddenly needed scratching, and she would much rather do it alone.

“Oh, but I just got here! It would be very impolite of you to send a guest off so soon. Why, you haven’t even offered refreshments.”

“Uuuuuuuuuugh.”

“Besides, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do~” Sophie practically sang as she flopped back onto the couch, her enormous frame practically taking up the whole thing. “Speaking of which, I don’t think I told you yet. I’ve gained a buncha height in the past year!”

“Lovely,” Vicky hissed again, mentally correcting her earlier estimations of Sophie’s height from six ten to seven four. She point-blank refused to even consider the possibility that Sophie had grown more than half a foot, for her own mental health’s sake.

“Apparently it’s a side-effect of my little promotion. Oh, speaking of which! I got promoted! Again!” Sophie practically beamed, and Vicky had to actively fight to remain thoroughly grumpy. “I’m now third in line for High Chair of the Grand Council. Second, really, Vladdy’s nice but he’s always had a hard time adapting to modern vampire society and it’s only a matter of time before he’s dealt with.”

“Congratulations,” Vicky forced out through clenched teeth. “So you’re still growing, then?” she asked, hoping desperately that the answer was ‘no’ but knowing it wasn’t.

Sophie giggled. “You know how it works, silly. Oh, but I suppose your friend doesn’t.”

“I don’t think Mary’s particularly interested in a big long explanation of Vampire politics, Sophie.”

“The short version, then!” Vicky let out a theatrical groan as Sophie turned to smile at Mary, who was awkwardly standing in a corner as best as someone with a twenty foot snake butt was capable of. “Essentially, a vampire’s magical power directly corresponds to her rank in vampire heirarchy. Vicky here is just a thrall, so she-”

“Oh, I actually know most of that already,” Mary quickly interjected, shooting a pained look in Vicky’s direction. “Your sister’s done a good job of explaining the, ah, finer details of vampire society.”

“Ah, fair enough. The point is that having lots of magical power has a lot of fringe health benefits,” Sophie finished, hefting her chest.

“I’m aware. Speaking of which, it’s been nice meeting you but I really do have to get going. I’ve got a shift at my second job and, ah, my boss isn’t the most patient person.”

“Oh, come on. One cup of tea, at least?”

“... One cup of tea,” Mary replied sheepishly. She had never been the most assertive person, but it still felt odd how she fell in line with every one of Sophie’s demands. Almost a compulsion.

Sophie just continued to smile, like nothing was odd. “Vicky will get right on that, won’t she? Don’t wanna keep you for too long if you’ve got somewhere to be, after all.”

“Right...” Mary got the impression that Sophie didn’t actually care that much about any prior engagements either of them might have had. Sophie was the boss, and what she said was law. Which was actually mildly annoying – she wasn’t lying about having a shift at her other job. Azure was historically willing to allow a little wiggle room for customers, but when an employee made the mistake of not arriving early she expected a very good excuse. Hopefully being accosted by a vampire queen would be good enough.

Thankfully she didn’t have any clients lined up for a few hours, and the Hole in the Wall wasn’t too far away from Vicky’s apartment, but she found herself wanting an excuse to leave as much as Vicky seemed to want an excuse to get rid of her. There was something about Sophie, about this whole situation, that got under Mary’s scales. Until this very moment, she had assumed that most of her old prey species instincts were well and truly buried ever since she’d stopped being a cow and started being a Gorgon. But something about Sophie, some intangible force was setting them off like they’d never gone away. And Mary may have been shy and softspoken, but she was also very powerful, both physically and magically, and very large. Certainly bigger than Sophie, at least.

So the fact that Sophie’s mere presence was enough to set her fight or flight reflexes to screaming in her ear to run the fuck away was enough to convince her to go with that instinct.

“Tell you what, you stay there and I’ll help Vicky with the tea.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that. Vicky’s a big girl and I’m sure she can handle herself.”

“No, really, it’s fine,” Mary replied, asserting her own magical power as best as she could to counter Sophie’s vampiric charisma. “It’s a bit cramped in here and I could stand to move about a bit.”

Sophie didn’t respond for a moment, content to give Mary a mildly bemused look, before shrugging and motioning her head. Mary took the opportunity to slither after Vicky into the even more cramped kitchen of her apartment.

“Vicky what the fuck is up with your sister,” she hissed, casting a quick and dirty silence spell to keep Sophie from hearing their conversation.

“She’s a queen, that’s what’s up with her. If I’m the bottom of the barrel, she’s the top. She’s probably one of the most powerful magic users in the entire world short of actual dragons.”

“Okay, but why is she a vampire queen?”

“She may act like a ditz, but don’t let her fool you. Idiots rarely get to be Lords, and they never last as long as she has. She somehow managed to con a Lord into illegally making her his direct thrall. The sheer balls that took impressed the grand council enough that after they, ah, dealt with him, they gave her his old position, and she’s been rising through the ranks ever since. Sometimes on the back of a pile of dead guys too stupid to get out of her way.”

“Jesus.”

“Yes. Sophie is way better at being a vampire than I am. Rub it the fuck in.”

“I wasn’t gonna. Why don’t you just do what she does? You’re not stupid, Vicky. If you wanted to you could absolutely get away with, uh, pulling off a klingon promotion or two.”

“Ha! Unlikely. You’ve not met my clan’s head, but he’s the nicest fucking grandpa-ass old man in the entire damn world. Even if I thought I could get away with offing the guy in the exact right way to leave me next in line – which, by the way, I couldn’t – there’s literally no way I could ever bring myself to do the deed.”

“Okay fair.”

Vicky had been puttering about making tea the whole while. “Look, I appreciate the sentiment, but if you’re gonna keep distracting me then you could at least help.”

“I, uh, I can’t fit through the door,” Mary replied sheepishly. “I’m too wide.”

“Then fuckin’ shut up,” Vicky snapped. Mary was used to some amount of verbal abuse when dealing with Vicky, but she was being uncharacteristically terse even for her. “I don’t have any nice tea, my cups are all shitty, but hopefully I can at least present it nicely and not oversteep it she’ll probably be happy with it.”

“She’s your sister, I assume she doesn’t care.”

“She’s a Queen. There’s fuckin’ rules for dealing with Lords, and they apply even if the Lord’s related. It doesn’t matter if she cares or not, if I consider disrespecting her and anyone catches wind of it I will be in a lot of trouble. Fuck, has it been three minutes? I think it’s been three minutes.”

“It’s been three minutes.”

“Okay, I’m gonna take the teabags out. You go back into the living room, I could get in trouble if I made you carry your own tea.”

“I can carry my own tea.”

“Don’t. I appreciate the sentiment, but please don’t. My life literally depends on it.”

“Okay,” Mary replied. She briefly considered pressing the issue, but decided that Vicky probably knew better than she did. And, even if she was a dick, Vicky was still her friend. Yes, she was abrasive, but once you got to know her you realized that abuse was just her weird, twisted way of showing affection. She didn’t want to see her get in trouble because she insisted on being polite in the wrong way. Especially considering how notoriously harsh vampire punishments were. Mary quietly slithered her way back into the central room of the apartment. “Vicky says she’ll be right with us.”

“That’s good. I hope I’m not inconveniencing you too much, but it would be rude of me to chase you out when you were here first.”

“It’s really not a problem! I can just quickly have my tea and leave.”

“Oh, you don’t want to stay and talk a bit? You certainly didn’t seem to be in all that much of a rush before I got here, after all.”

“Yes well, uh-”

“She lost track of time helping me fix my AC,” Vicky interjected, handing Sophie a slightly too large mug of tea. “When you got here she realized she was gonna be late. That’s all. Right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Mary replied with a slightly out of it nod, taking her own slightly too small mug. It honestly wasn’t really that far off from the truth. “You know what they say, time flies when you’re having fun!”

“We weren’t having fun, don’t lie.” Vicky’s own mug was around the right size, but had a large crack running down its length that was plastered over with probably more duct tape than was necessary. She stood awkwardly in one of the few available spaces between Mary’s coils – Sophie had taken up the entirety of her couch.

“Well, okay, but I did lose track of time.”

“You can leave whenever, then,” Sophie replied, somewhat disappointedly. “Just make sure to finish your tea first. Oh, and feel free to participate in the conversation until you leave~”

“I will,” Mary lied before taking a sip. She’d never been a big fan of tea. She always found it tasted exactly like one would expect hot water that had had leaves soaking in it until it tasted of leaves to taste like. Vicky had not included any sweeteners or cream, not even a goddamn wedge of lemon – presumably Sophie took her tea black. Mary just found it tasted awful, but she grimaced and dealt with it.

“I’m looking forward to catching up,” Vicky interjected, a strained smile on her face. It would, after all, be rude to be as grumpy as she felt. “You said something about a promotion?”

“Ah, yes! Our clan’s influence is greater than it’s ever been. We went from near the bottom to only being outmatched by clans from the earliest days.” Sophie daintily sipped at her tea, her pinky finger out in an almost comical fashion when juxtaposed with her crappy dollar store mug. “And, as a result, I’ve had some substantial growth spurts.”

“Oh?” Vicky replied through clenched teeth and an even more strained smile. “H-” She paused. She didn’t want to ask the question, but she knew she had to. If she didn’t Sophie would tell her anyway and would probably remember it when Mary left. “How substantial?” she finished, before taking a sip of her tea.

“Oh, fairly substantial,” Sophie replied with an unsettlingly smug smirk. “Why, just last week I reached the point where I’m legally obligated to use compression spells on myself in public, and I’ve gotten much bigger since then.”

Vicky promptly un-sipped her tea, a thin spray arcing across the room. “I’m sorry, fuckin’ what?!”

“Vicky, language! We have a guest!”

“Sorry,” Vicky immediately apologized.

“Wow would you look at the time,” Mary interjected before promptly chugging her tea. “I really ought to get going before I get in trouble. You know how it is.”

“Yes, I think now’s probably the best time for you to leave,” Sophie replied with a smile. “It was very nice meeting you, Mary.”

“Uh, likewise.”

Mary didn’t hesitate in the slightest before leaving. Vicky knew, intellectually, that she had been hoping to be rid of her since it had become clear Sophie wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon, but she could at least have tried to help her out of this nightmare of a situation. But no, motherfucker just immediately booked it for the door and was out of there faster than you could say “heavy overtones of incest.”

“Why do you do this?”

Sophie seemed almost hurt. “Do you object to me dropping in to visit now and then?”

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s just-” Vicky struggled to find the right way to word it. She loved her sister, really she did. And she genuinely didn’t object to Sophie dropping in to visit now and then. “It’s just the way you drop in.”

“What way?”

It was unclear just how oblivious Sophie actually was. She wasn’t stupid, Vicky was certain of that much. But if she was aware then she was very good at pretending she wasn’t. And she’d always had... issues with reading the room. It was also entirely possible that it was a mixture of both – that it was some ill-advised attempt at teasing her big sister without being quite aware of just how done with this shit Vicky was right now. “You know exactly what way I mean, Sophie. I’ve not been having the best couple of months and I’m really not in the mood to have your success rubbed in my face right now.”

Sophie’s hands darted upwards, covering her mouth in an almost comically exaggerated expression of shock. Were it literally anyone else, Vicky would have assumed it to be snide mockery. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” She at least sounded more genuinely upset than she acted, and Vicky chose to chalk that up to Sophie being Sophie. “Oh, gosh, I didn’t even think about that. Are you doing okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

Vicky felt like a weight that she didn’t even know had been there had lifted off of her chest, which confirmed that Sophie had absolutely cranked up the vampiric charm to max. The larger sheep shifted to a more normal position, only taking up most of the couch instead of all of it. She patted what little free space there was beside her.

“No, I don’t fucking want to talk about it. Can you please just leave already? I want to be alone right now.” Vicky crossed her arms petulantly. “Look, once life calms back down I promise you I’ll call you up and we can meet up at a cafe, in public, and just talk about whatever, but right now I really don’t need...” another situation where she was rendered completely powerless by a sexual titan, she didn’t finish. “This,” was what she settled on saying instead. She couldn’t quite bring herself to admit the full scope of her recent problems to Sophie, regardless of how nonsensical a hangup it was.

“I wish you’d let me help you,” Sophie said with a disappointed sigh.  “Look, you’ve always been proud. I get that. You don’t want your little sister’s help, and that’s fine, but you can at least talk to me about it and I can try and help a little. That’s not unreasonable, is it?”

“It is absolutely unreasonable. I’m an adult and I can handle myself.” Truthfully, there was a part of Vicky that wanted to eagerly grab Sophie’s helping hand, and get dragged into something closer to her rightful place as god-empress of mankind, if only on the coattails of her bigger, better, sexier, more powerful and successful little sister.  And that, right there, was the sticking point. The only way she would ever amount to anything close to what she wanted to would be underneath Sophie’s big fat overdeveloped cow tits. It was childish of her and she knew it, but fuck it, she had every right to be childish. She’d been sixteen for more than two decades now, with all the raging hormones and wild mood swings that period entailed. She couldn’t help it.

Sophie didn’t seem particularly impressed by Vicky’s answer. “Victoria, please don’t force me to make you accept my help.”

“You know that’s against the rules.”

“Lammy, dear, I make the rules.”

“Yeah, but you’re not above them. They’re there for a reason.” Though Vicky wasn’t entirely sure what that reason actually was. She had never had the patience to learn much of the minutiae of vampire politics the way Sophie had. And there was a lot of minutiae to learn.

“Yes, well, maybe it’s a stupid reason.”

“I can think of any number of perfectly not-stupid reasons why ordering someone else’s thrall to accept your nepotism is against the rules, Sophie.”

“How about a compromise, then?”

“No! No compromises! I don’t want to be in your debt! Do you have any idea how shitty a situation it is to be in debt to a vampire Lord?”

“Then what if I help you a little bit in a way that’ll let you help yourself?” Vicky rolled her eyes. “Look, a big part of your problems is that your development was stunted when you got turned, and now you can’t un-stunt it because your vampiric magical resistance gets in the way, right?”

“Yes, yes, and while we’re stating things everyone already knows why don’t we add that anything powerful enough to have a lasting effect is prohibitively expensive? Or that surgical solutions aren’t an option either because vampiric healing would just nullify them after a few months?” Vicky threw up her hands in exasperation. “Look at me, I’m Sophie! I’m just going to spout awkward exposition in a weird attempt to convince my big sister to do something that she’s never gonna do!”

“Lammy, please let me finish.”

“Fine, fine, whatever, but it’s not going to work.”

“Well, the way I see it, Vampire Lords are the most magically powerful beings in the world right now short of full-blood dragons, so it should take barely any effort to un-stunt you.”

“Sophie, I already said that I don’t want to be in debt to y-”

“Okay, not me, but what about your clan’s Patriarch? Why hasn’t he done anything about it?” That caught Vicky slightly off guard, and she struggled to find a response before coming up completely dry. “I’ll tell you why. It’s because there’s no rule saying he has to. Because no one ever considered situations like yours. We’ve got all these rules in place about not turning people without informed consent, but they only exist to cover our own asses, and so no one’s bothered to set up any kind of support network for when someone inevitably breaks those rules. Not everyone is going to be as lucky as I was, and frankly I think it was wildly irresponsible of your Patriarch or even his Lord not to take the five minutes and minimal effort it would take to help fix the problems being turned in the middle of puberty have caused for you.”

Vicky stood and stared in stunned silence. So far, exactly none of this conversation had played out the way she had expected it to. “Uh-”

“I can’t actually do anything permanent for you right now. My proposal has been met with heavy resistance from higher clans, but right now I’ve almost clawed my way to the top, at which point I can just brute force positive change. And until I actually manage to get to that point, I can get away with bending the rules a little bit.”

“Well... Okay. What do you have in mind, then?”

“For starters, how about just providing a shoulder to cry on and helping you blow off some steam?”

Vicky closed her eyes tightly, gently rubbing her temples as she realized that she had just walked into Sophie’s trap. She knew exactly what was coming next, and dreaded it with every fibre of her being. “Okay. Fine. You win.”

“Yay!” Sophie clapped eagerly, all her previous seriousness evaporating, replaced with her normal, bubbly demeanour. Once again she spread out, taking up every inch of space on Vicky’s couch. “Now, where do you think we should start?”

Vicky didn’t respond. There was no need to. She could tell that Sophie had already decided exactly where they were going to start. She could feel it, an aura of supreme power radiating from her unassuming little sister. Her charisma was back on at full force, and this time she clearly wanted Vicky to be fully, painfully aware of the fact. She could already feel her mouth drying out and certain other parts having the opposite reaction.

“Well, if you’re not going to say anything, let’s just start with the obvious.” That was something Vicky had always hated. There was no transition, no visual indicator, no cues, just one jarring moment, like a jump cut but in real life. One moment Sophie lifted an arm in the air and lazily snapped her fingers, and the next her clothing was folded in a neat pile on Vicky’s coffee table and not on her body. Vicky stared. She’d never been able to help that, not since Sophie had really started to blossom a few years after Vicky’s unfortunate run-in with a rogue vampire. Everything about her was perfect, from the tip of her head to the bottom of her toes. Her freshly sheared fur glistened with a light sheen of sweat, practically sparkling like some fucking Twilight bullshit. Her breasts gently rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing, perfectly round with just enough deformation from the effects of gravity to make it clear they were entirely natural. She looked like she’d been chiselled out of a slab of marble by a renaissance master – or, with her colour and the shine of her sweat, like the sheep the golden fleece had come from. A Greek goddess in the flesh.

Vicky could just barely stand it. “Sis, uh, listen, I appreciate the sentiment, but-”

“Oh, right. Thanks for reminding me, Lammy.” Sophie grinned, licking her lips hungrily like a predator sizing up her next meal. “Silly me, almost forgetting to turn off my concealment spell like that.”

If there was any upside to the lack of air conditioning, it was that the entire apartment had slowly but surely built up a solid layer of Vicky Stank. It helped keep her mind off of Sophie’s own overpowering presence, and marked the place as hers and hers alone. And, with one snap of her fingers, Sophie completely undid all of that. The olfactory effect was like being hit in the face by ten thousand tonnes of bricks going at a million miles an hour. Within seconds, her apartment smelled of Sophie. Overwhelmingly of Sophie, like she’d lived there for years and spent the entire fucking time jacking off nonstop.

Not that Vicky would have particularly blamed her, because if she had a cock like Sophie’s she would have done the exact same fucking thing.

It was, like virtually everything about Sophie, fucking gigantic. Vicky wasn’t entirely sure how big it was – between Sophie’s growth and the fact that she apparently had compression spells going, it was difficult to make an estimate. All she really knew was that it was noticeably larger than it had been the last time she’d seen it. Thick and throbbing and obscene, and it wasn’t even erect yet.

“Oooooh, yessssss, you have no idea how fuckin’ good that feels.” She reached down and grabbed her balls, gently squeezing and kneading them. They had also gotten noticeably bigger – hell, were getting bigger. Vicky could practically see them slowly swelling with seed, easily the size of her head each and only getting bigger. “Oh, and I’m pent up as fuck, too. Been saving, just for big sis~” She cooed as her shaft slowly stirred to life. Its jet black length glistened with sweat and oozed a thick musk. She looked Vicky directly in the eye, and though Vicky wanted to avert her gaze she found herself completely unable to.

“Worship it. Now.”

It was a common misconception that Vampiric charisma was mind control magic. It couldn’t outright override someone’s free will, instead entirely bypassing their will altogether. At its weakest, it made the subject more inclined to like the source of the charisma and amenable to their commands. Subtly implanting the desires of the vampire in the place of the subject’s own without actually forcing them to do anything.

At its strongest, from someone with the raw magical power of a Vampire Queen, all subtlety went out the window. Even Mary, who was extremely powerful in her own right, had been like putty in Sophie’s hands, and Sophie had barely even been trying at that point. Vicky absolutely wasn’t powerful in her own right, and Sophie had just hit her with the full force of her charisma, honed and aimed like a sniper rifle.

“I, um. I don’t-” Her mouth put up a petty resistance to Sophie’s demand, but Vicky was pretty sure that was only possible because Sophie willed it. Her body, however, wasn’t even pretending. She stepped towards it, slowly and shakily, before collapsing onto her knees in front of it. This close, it somehow seemed even bigger. It might very well have been bigger, for all she knew, but it was something more primal and metaphorical than that. It filled her world, her very being with its presence. Deep down, Vicky knew that even if she somehow achieved her dream of becoming the god-empress of the world, she wouldn’t really. Because there would always be something else above her, fundamentally superior in every way. Her goddess. Her little sister. Her little sister’s cock.

And it demanded worship.

“Yes, mistress,” she replied dreamily. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drool running down its moist, fleshy length the way pre did Sophie’s dick. Every slow, laboured breath served to further cloud her mind with Sophie’s overwhelming scent. It wasn’t enough, though – she needed more. Vicky lurched forward, burying her muzzle into Sophie’s balls.

Vicky’s head had been swimming in a vague haze just by virtue of being in the same room as Sophie, but being this close to the source of the musk made that seem like nothing. The scent was so intense, so impossibly strong and potent that it started crossing over into her other senses. She could taste it, of course. The air was so thick with Sophie that she’d been able to taste it the second Sophie had dropped her concealment spells, but this went beyond that. The flavour of Sophie’s scent was still there but it was overpowered and at the same time reinforced by the sensory overload. It was like every flavour receptor on her tongue was going haywire, firing off at random in a cacophonous symphony of sensation. Sweet and salty and bitter and spicy, seemingly at random and yet at the same time perfectly enhancing that oh so familiar flavour of her little sister’s manhood.

And beyond that, she could feel it, her skin practically crawling from the sensation of Sophie’s scent. She could see it, colours dancing in front of her eyes like a sexual synesthesia. She could hear it, a dull roar of white noise that drowned out the ambience – the fans, Sophie’s encouraging cooing, the traffic outside, the dim bustling of the building’s other inhabitants. Fuck, it was even setting off the weird, niche, and vaguely metaphysical senses. Her head swam like she was on a boat in rocky waters, her skin felt searing hot and biting cold simultaneously – even her goddamn sense of time was thrown off. It felt like she’d been here, face nestled into the cleft of Sophie’s ballsack for months and barely a second at the exact same time.

“Mmmm, good girl~” Sophie cooed, gently stroking Vicky like she was some kinda fucking pet. Which felt so fucking good. Vicky would very likely have came right then and there in any other situation. She suspected that the only reason she didn’t was because her sister hadn’t yet willed it.

Satisfied she’d shown her big sister due appreciation for her performance so far, Sophie broke contact to stretch languidly, somehow taking up even more of the goddamn sofa. It was honestly difficult for Vicky to tell if Sophie was going for that effect intentionally or if it was just a side-effect of her sheer size, especially given her current state of complete sensory overload. Sophie had always had that quality about her, even before she’d been turned. She just sort of effortlessly dominated any and every situation she found herself in. “This is nice,” she said casually, as though she didn’t have her older sister’s face buried in her balls. Her cock was slowly stirring to life, twitching and growing bigger and bigger. It drooled a copious amount of precum in a steady flow, enough to make the average orgasm seem like fucking nothing. It flowed down her shaft, nestling against her balls and soaking into Vicky’s wool. “Gosh, I think I underestimated how much I needed to let off some steam. Today was a very long day, you know. Lots of politics and subterfuge and negotiations. The system’s centuries-old and fundamentally broken, after all. Changing that takes a lot of work, especially when you’re the only one really invested in change. To say nothing of all the wheeling and dealing and wining and dining I’ve had to do to convince your Lord to transfer your Patriarch to me. I even had to give him a few ounces of dragon blood, can you believe it? If it weren’t for you, I’d say it was a pretty shitty deal. Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve really gotten time off since the last time I saw you. Why don’t we pick up the pace a bit, give them a little bit of a squeeze, won’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” said Vicky, her voice muffled by testicle. Her hands were currently resting on Sophie’s thick, meaty thighs, stroking the soft wool and revelling in the sensation of rock-hard muscle beneath a layer of soft plush fat. She was very reluctant to stop, but Sophie had ordered it and so she didn’t really have any choice in the matter. Or at least that’s what she loudly repeating to herself in a crazed mantra. She wasn’t enjoying this, she was only doing it because of Sophie’s charisma. She knew it was futile, but some part of her still clung to stubborn pride. She wanted to fight. To rebel. To save some small shred of dignity. To...

To squeeze her little sister’s balls. Gently rub them. Feel them filling with cum beneath her dainty little fingers. Lick and suckle at them like a good little lamb. Obey. Obeying felt good. Obeying made her wet. If she did a really good job, obeying got her rewarded with cock. And oh god did she want some cock right about now. “Good girl~” Sophie cooed, rewarding Vicky with more gentle strokes of her hair.

Vicky struggled, mentally at least, to overcome that compulsion created by the combination of her own deeply repressed submissive tendencies and Sophie’s overwhelming aura of dominance. It wasn’t working, but she was trying. “Sophie,” she muttered, pulling away from Sophie’s balls in one final halfhearted attempt at regaining some illusion of control over the situation. “You need to get off-”

She was interrupted by Sophie grabbing her by the ears and forcibly shoving her right back into big fat sheep balls. “That’s the idea, Lammy!”

“Mmph!”

“Oh, don’t worry about breathing. I’ve dealt with that. You could probably go a few weeks without taking a single breath and not even notice~”

“Mmmmph!”

“Anyway, I think that’s enough of a warmup. I’m nice and erect, it’s time to get into the meat of things.”

Sophie let go of Vicky, who reeled away, desperately gasping for air only to inhale more of her sibling’s musky odour. She coughed and gagged, choking on the thick miasma of sex. God, it felt like it’d gotten thicker since she’d had her face buried in Sophie’s nuts. Her vision blurred, her head swam, and her pussy leaked all over the carpet. “Sophie,” she managed to cough out after a moment to recompose herself. “I-”

“Suck my cock,” Sophie ordered. “Now.”

“Yes mistress.” Vicky’s body lurched forward, like some kind of fucking puppet being yanked forward by invisible strings. She climbed up onto Sophie’s lap and opened her mouth as wide as was possible. It still wasn’t wide enough, of course. Sophie was big, well beyond what someone as petite as Vicky could reasonably be expected to manage.

But, well, she could get close. And she’d had a lot of practice over the years.

“Mmm, remember that you’re throat’s too small to take all of me in,” Sophie murmured idly. “You gotta work the shaft a bit as well~” She gently but firmly pressed Vicky’s head downward until with a wet pop her fat flare passed the smaller sheep’s lips and entered her tight throat. Slick precum leaked directly into her gut in a steady flow, barely giving her the time to taste it. Salty, spicy, sweet, like apples and cinnamon. Vicky loved it but also hated it at the same time, in equal parts. It was the best and it was the worst and the fact that it was the best just made it even worse. “So, you’ve not told me about your day, yet. Aside from the obvious, how have you been?”

“Hngmkgrk!” Vicky gurgled in response. It was a real response, of course, she couldn’t disobey Sophie no matter the situation. But frankly there wasn’t much point in giving a real response. Not while she had her sister’s cock in her mouth. Even that halfhearted attempt at an answer only served to make things worse. The vibrations of her throat provided Sophie a nice little massage, and she responded by somehow getting even bigger and harder. Her mouth and throat got stretched out even more while the flow of precum doubled and redoubled, the slick fluid settling heavily in her stomach. But Vicky had always been stubborn. It was one of the defining characteristics that made Vicky Vicky. And besides, Sophie had asked about her day so she had to give an answer. But there wasn’t anything stopping her from using that answer to give the sudden interloper a piece of her mind, and no amount of delicious sheepseed would get in the way of that. “Hglglrgk!”

“Sounds fun!” Sophie said, continuing to gently stroke her big sister’s hair. “Mnnn, you’re not working my shaft yet. You didn’t forget, did you?”

Oh, yes, right. Of course. Vicky grasped the pillar of flesh with both hands – it was so fucking huge that even with that she couldn’t fully wrap her fingers around Sophie’s girth – and began to slowly stroke up and down. And beyond that, she pressed her whole goddamn body against the fuckin’ thing, rubbing her precum soaked wool up and down its length in an attempt to give it maximum stimulation. It was, thankfully, at least not quite big enough just yet that she needed to use her whole body to jerk it off – or at least, it wasn’t with the compression spells going, she reminded herself. She didn’t want to think about how big it was without compression spells. “Nwgeoffamacuch!”

“Mnnnn,” Sophie moaned. “Yes, that’s much better. See, if you just put your mind to it you’re really good at being a cocksock.” Vicky’s increased efforts were rewarded with increased precum – god there was already so much of it but now it flowed down her throat like a goddamn river. And her cock was hot, too, like jerking off an actual literal fire. It twitched and throbbed and lurched within Vicky’s grips, like – well, like a cock on the verge of orgasm. Sophie’s whole body language screamed “I am going to cum copiously any second now.” Her hips rocked and thrust languidly, her balls churned and throbbed beneath Vicky’s gymnast’s ass, her head lolled back as her fat tits rose and fell and jiggled in time with her heavy, uneven breaths. “Oh fuck yeah, I’m close. Mnnnn, you’d better not spill a drop, Lammy, or I’m gonna hafta punish you~”

Vicky didn’t need to be told twice. Her apartment was already gonna smell like Sophie for months – if any cum got out she’d need to change the carpets along with literally every other bit of furniture in the damn house to get rid of the scent. Sophie’s hips bucked, making the couch creak and groan beneath her bulk, but it didn’t really matter if it gave in because Sophie’d sat in it while naked so it was already gonna need to replace it. She absolutely didn’t want to have to do the same to every other piece of furniture she owned and also the carpets and probably the appliances. Again.

It was then that she noticed Sophie’s thrusting was decidedly no longer languid, but instead big, couch-destroying jerks. Literally couch destroying – the back snapped away from the seat, and they collapsed to the floor in time with Sophie’s climax.

It – well, it wasn’t the biggest cumshot she’d ever taken. Not when she factored in the cat bitch and the mouse bitch and the unicorn bitch, and that was just in the past few months. Even Sophie had filled her fuller on occasion. Certainly, it paled before the output even an underendowed macro could generate. But only barely. For someone like Vicky, who was decidedly only built to take normal people cumshots, it was like sucking off a tsunami. Gallons and gallons and gallons, hot and thick and delicious, like her pre times a fucking billion, sliding down her throat in thick gouts. She could feel her abdomen swelling slightly from the sheer volume, and the sensation was more than enough to incite her own climax.

God, she’d just gotten off purely on getting her absurdly endowed little sister off. She hadn’t touched herself in the slightest, it had only been the act of tending to Sophie’s needs and yet it was the hardest orgasm she’d had since the last time she’d fucked Sophie. It was sad, it was pathetic, it was disgusting, it was hot as hell. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body convulsing with a second orgasm as her cheeks bulged with that creamy, delicious cum. It was so good. So much better than anything she’d ever had before, and she needed more. It felt like she could be sitting here for years with Sophie cumming nonstop and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Of course, Sophie’s supply more than kept up with that insatiable cumslut demand. It just kept cumming and cumming and cumming, a practically impossible volume. Though, really, it shouldn’t have been surprising to Vicky. Perhaps she’d been hasty to say it didn’t match up to a macro, especially considering Sophie was at least fifteen feet at this point, almost certainly more, and compression spells aside that wasn’t small at all. Vicky might not have needed to breathe, but there was only so much room inside of her. Her belly bulged out like a goddamn beachball, but that was just about all she could take. The sheer force of Sophie’s orgasm caused her to pop off of Sophie’s cock.

Boy howdy was letting that happen a big fucking mistake. Putting aside her lust-addled mind’s cries that she was wasting so much cum, her worst fears had been realized. Sophie’s cock waved around wildly, spraying cum all over everything in the main room of her apartment, Vicky included. And it just kept cumming. Each spurt of semen seemed more copious and more musky than the last, caking the carpet and tables and TV and everything so fucking thickly that Vicky idly wondered if it would ever come clean. There was a horrifying thought. What if it didn’t come clean? What if she didn’t come clean? What if she spent the rest of her life smelling not like Vicky, but like Sophie in heat? What if she had to come home every day to the smell of Sophie’s cock, no matter how hard she tried to escape?

The mere thought was enough to set off a third orgasm – and then a fourth for good measure. Whatever her brain told her, her body (and Sophie’s vampiric charisma) absolutely relished the idea of an eternity around, under, over, and on Sophie’s woolly mammoth.

Speaking of which, Sophie’s orgasm lasted a further twenty minutes. Or at least it felt like that – for all Vicky knew it could have been longer. Hours. Days. Fucking years, for all she could tell the difference. “Mnnnnnn, guess I was more pent up than I thought~” the larger sheep cooed. “I needed that~”

“I didn’t.”

“Yes you did, Lammy,” Sophie replied chidingly, pulling herself into a sitting position on the remains of the couch. “Oh!” she exclaimed as she caught a glance at Vicky’s cum-inflated body. She reached over and gently rubbed the swollen, taut skin. “Perhaps I should have held back a little bit more,” she said a bit sheepishly, dropping the dominant act and the vampiric charisma. “Well, um. Don’t worry, I have a plan for this.”

“You’d better. Also you’re paying to have my apartment deep-cleaned and all my furniture replaced. Again.”

“That’s fair, I can easily afford that anyway. Heck, I could always move you into a nicer suite and-”

“No.”

“Oh, fine, be that way. Here, let me just...”

Sophie snapped her fingers once again, and Vicky felt a jolt of arousal that resulted in another orgasm. “There. Plan enacted, though ideally you’d have a bit more in you. But whatever, I can work with this and there’s room to grow.”

“Sophie what the fuck are you talking about,” Vicky grumbled. She felt... weird. Heavy. Full, beyond just being full of cum. Her skin tingled in a decidedly magical way. “Sophie what did you do.”

“Well, um, firstly I cast a little metabolism boosting spell. Just to boost your digestion a bit! We’d be here all year if we waited for you to digest my cum naturally in between blowjobs.”

That tracked with the wet gurgly noises that her body was making, but not with the sparks of arousal, the tightness, the tingliness. “Okay, what’s the – urp! - what’s the second thing.”

“Well, you remember I mentioned I had some dragon blood?”

“Oh my god you didn’t.”

“It was only a few drops! It’ll last a week, tops! I just had to cast a little spell to integrate the magic into your system since you didn’t drink the blood directly!”

“You shouldn’t have given me any at all! Jesus fucking Christ, Sophie!” Vicky gagged slightly, though it didn’t really do anything. It was probably too late to avert the inevitable disaster that her sister had caused by tricking her into ingesting fucking dragon blood. Already she could see her bloated stomach becoming significantly less bloated. And, in turn, everything else about her body got... nicer. Her skin got smoother and softer, while her wool had a lustrous, silky sheen to it. She no longer felt bloated and sore – in fact, she felt better than she had before getting pumped full of her little sister’s seed.

That, to be fair, was likely less a consequence of the dragon blood and more that Vicky didn’t exactly have the best diet ever. It wasn’t really her fault that she wasn’t important enough to get the good blood rations. But, she reluctantly admitted, it was probably her fault that her non-blood diet consisted of fast food and instant noodles. It wasn’t like there was any real chance of her getting fat or sick as a result of an unhealthy diet – an actual perk of vampirism that didn’t mean bupkis, she supposed. But, well, popular misconceptions aside, vampires did in fact also eat normal food and draw nutrients from it and Vicky’s unhealthy diet was probably not great for her energy levels and appearance in the long run.

She still wasn’t particularly pleased that apparently all the nutrients her diet was deficient in were contained in her god damn little sister’s god damn cum. Fuck.

Though maybe that was the dragon blood. God damn dragon blood! Blood was important. Of course it was. Vampires literally needed blood to live – hence blood rations. Rather than hunting people down and then draining all their blood and transforming them into vampires, you could just have the government give you perfectly rationed out little pouches. And, if you had the spare cash, you could always buy more rations to get a little extra. Vicky rarely had spare cash.

Vampire biology is a tricky thing. They didn’t drink blood for the minimal iron content or protein content – actually, blood has very little nutritional value. But blood also acts as a conduit for magic through the body, and as a result tends to have a very high magic content, and that’s what vampires get from it.

Which was why dragon blood was such a big deal. The blood of magical creatures in general was strictly regulated, and usually only clan heads got access to anything even slightly magically powerful. But there isn’t much that’s as magically powerful as a dragon – the only thing that came close to the sheer level of concentrated magic would be demons, who don’t have blood anyway. Owning dragon blood was very legally dubious, and actually drinking it even moreso.

Giving dragon blood to someone else’s low-ranking thrall was absolutely fucking unheard of. “Sophie what did I fucking tell you about not wanting to owe you!?”

“It’s fine! You don’t owe me!”

“Yes I do, Sophie, you can’t just give me dragon blood and then not have me big time in debt! It doesn’t work like that! God, I don’t have anything to give you that even comes close to matching how valuable dragon’s blood is!”

“You don’t have to give me anything! Don’t worry, I thought this through.”

“Clearly not!!!”

“I didn’t actually give you any dragon blood. I drank it myself and then did some shenanigans to store the magic in my cum and then when I boosted your metabolism you digested the magic. Totally unintentional side-effect, which leaves you completely debt free!”

“I’m pretty sure that the clan heads aren’t gonna see it that way, Sophie.”

“Vicky, I am the clan heads,” Sophie retorted. “The loophole is good enough for me so it’s good enough for them.”

“Okay, okay, fine, then whatever, I don’t owe you anything. But if we get in trouble over this, I’m throwing you under the goddamn bus so fucking hard.”

“Entirely fair!” Sophie said, returning to her usual perky demeanour like nothing had happened. “Now hurry up and digest so we can get to round two!”

“Can we maybe not have a round two?” Vicky said nervously. Not that she wasn’t up for round two, but – well, she didn’t relish how round two was almost certainly going to turn out.

“We are absolutely going again, Victoria,” Sophie said chidingly. “Like I said, I’m very pent up, and you make a much better fucktoy than any of my thralls. They talk big, sure, but twenty rounds in and they’re practically broken!”

Twenty rounds. Vicky swallowed heavily, the colour draining from her flesh – impressive, considering she was a vampire. Once again, she was reminded that Sophie had grown significantly more than it appeared. The last time they’d had an extended visit like this, ten had been the absolute maximum, and before that five had been impressive. And yet here Sophie was talking about going twenty rounds like it was nothing. Yes, Sophie technically wasn’t actually the High Queen yet, but that technicality should have meant a whole fucking lot more than it apparently did.

And the younger sheep gave every impression that she was nowhere near done growing, too. Images of an uncompressed Sophie danced in Vicky’s mind. Fifteen feet tall. Twenty feet tall. Even more than that. And there she was, lips permanently wrapped around her little sister’s cock to the hilt, magically enhanced metabolism and stretch just barely enough to manage the ever increasing loads and size.

“Hey, uh, I have an idea let’s slow down a bit maybe?”

“Nonsense!” Sophie replied succinctly. “I need to blow off some steam, you need to blow off some steam, and I’ve still got plenty of draconic magic to slip into your system.”

“Okay,” Vicky said, entirely against her will. There was that vampiric charisma again, sneaking into her mind the instant she let her guard down even slightly and steering her thoughts and desires. “Just... let me finish digesting first, okay?”

“Of course, of course,” Sophie said, waving dismissively. “Don’t worry, your metabolism should be fully enhanced by now so it should only take a few minutes, especially once your body starts properly feeding off of the dragon magic.”

“Yeah. Right.” Vicky placed her hands on her belly. It had already gone from the size of a small beach ball to a large watermelon. She could feel it deflating beneath her fingers.

And, unsurprisingly, as it deflated, the rest of her grew. That was the thing about dragon’s blood. All blood, in sufficient amounts, had transformative effects on vampires. It was a side-effect of feeding off of magic. Drink enough blood and you start to gain physical traits from the thing whose blood you drank. Drink enough hydra blood and you grow a dick with a face, drink enough minotaur blood and your tits get huge, drink enough phoenix blood and you’re liable to burst into flames.

The thing about dragon blood is that the amount enough to induce a transformation is literally any at all. A testament to the sheer concentration of magical power dragons have, Vicky supposed. And the chief physical attribute most dragons have is being big.

And so, as Vicky’s body metabolized all that highly concentrated dragon magic, she got big too. “Ahn~” she cooed in time with her knees giving out. She’d gotten an upsetting amount of experience with going from four feet tall to more than four feet tall in the past few weeks, and it inevitably felt good. Her hands wandered up to cup her blooming chest – god, she had tits. Real actual tits. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sensation, but it was always frustratingly impermanent so she relished feeling them go from nothing to a cups to b cups and beyond. And, as a result of bending her arms to grope at her tits, she could equally feel her flexed biceps getting bigger too. Her thighs thickened, her hips widened, her ass filled out – it was like suddenly her body realized that she’d missed puberty by several decades and was making up for lost time in fast forward and she loved it.

Of course, there were other things that made dragons distinctive. They were all hermaphrodites for one, though as far as Vicky could tell she was unfortunately not growing a dragoncock. That was fine, though. Sophie had made it clear that there was significantly more dragon magic waiting in her future, and she certainly enjoyed the changes she was getting. Her body bulked out and widened further, as soft plush was underlined by growing musculature. Her feet creaked and groaned as toehooves morphed into draconic talons, and likewise her fingerhooves elongated into claws that just barely didn’t pierce her own flesh. She felt great, a newfound vitality flowing into her body and fuelling her arousal. Her tongue idly lolled out of her mouth – and out and out and out, longer and thicker and more dexterous, with a serpentine forked tip.

Her tail grew, too. When she’d been much younger she’d had it cropped because that was the fashion. She didn’t particularly regret it, either – tails could be sexy, sure, but sheep tails weren’t exactly much more than uncomfortable. They got in the way. And if she hadn’t gotten it docked before she’d been turned, it would be permanently off the table due to vampire healing. But still, feeling it regrowing felt oddly good, and feeling it grow past the natural length and girth of a sheep tail felt even better. It thudded heavily against the ground, big and long and thick and meaty, no longer a sheep tail but a proper dragon tail – she could even feel some spikes along its length!

Vicky’s remaining strength gave out as she climaxed, and Sophie darted forward to catch her before she collapsed face-first onto the ground. “It’s okay, Lammy. I’ve got you.” She stroked her big sister’s hair as the elder sheep buried her face in Sophie’s own soft wool – the scent of which probably elongated the orgasm by a good few minutes. Eventually her convulsions calmed down and her orgasm faded out, and Sophie helped her pull herself to her feet and take in her new body.

“Wow,” was all she could manage.

“A few details aside, we could practically be twins!” Sophie clapped eagerly. “I think you might even be a few inches taller than me! Goodness, can you imagine what taking a full load of dragon magic-laced cum might do to you?”

Vicky swallowed heavily as she pictured it. It was, of course, temporary. It would only last a few days, a week at most. But, well, this was it. Her lifelong dream. For the third time this month, she’d gotten a taste of what it felt like to be big. If only temporarily.

And, for the third time, she was nowhere near the biggest. “Of course we can’t be having you get too much bigger than me,” Sophie said, piercing through Vicky’s admittedly fragile reverie. It wasn’t like this was permanent, after all.

“Actually,” she said, reason winning out over libido and ambition. “I probably shouldn’t be getting much bigger at all. There’s not really enough room for us in my apartment.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve got ways of dealing with that.” Sophie snapped her fingers once again, casting some sort of spell or another with effortless ease. “A little trick I learned from a friend. I’ve put us in a magically constructed pocket dimension. It’s not as big as hers, of course, but I highly doubt that we’re going to need as much space as she typically does.”

Vicky cringed, immediately having a sneaking suspicion she knew exactly who that friend might be. She elected to ignore the possibility – that fucking cunt mouse bitch had already been basically living rent-free in her thoughts since they’d fucking met. For once she was kind of sort of enjoying a situation, she didn’t want that fucking blue rodent slut asshole insert-some-other-negative-terms-here souring the mood. “Okay. Fine. Sure. Maybe next time do that first so I don’t have to replace my entire apartment to get it to not smell like you? Please?”

“I’ll think about it, Lammy,” Sophie cooed, the tone of her voice indicating that no she was absolutely not going to think about it at all. “Anyway, that’s enough talking. We’ve got an awful lot of fun ahead of us, so you’d better get to sucking~”

“Yes mistress,” Vicky responded without even thinking. She was a good solid ninety percent sure that was Sophie’s charisma kicking in once more, and at least seventy five percent sure that it had kicked in before she called Sophie mistress again. She dropped to her knees without a further word, once again putting herself at eye level with her sister’s meaty shaft. Oddly, given her significant change in size, it managed to be just as intimidating as it had been when she was four feet tall. It was big, was the thing, very nearly as big as she had been moments ago. She wouldn’t be surprised if Sophie had loosened up some of her compression spells and made it bigger, because it had at least been small enough she could reach the head and also sit on the balls. She’d have to grow a whole lot more than she had so far before that would stop being true. And that wasn’t even taking into account the compression spells that Sophie had stated she was using – something that Vicky couldn’t help but keep coming back to. Sophie, already enormous as things were, was actually bigger than she appeared.

But that was for future Vicky to worry about. Present Vicky had more pressing concerns. She had, after all, gone an awful long time between being ordered to suck her mistress’s cock and actually doing the deed. All magical compulsions aside, keeping Sophie waiting on this was almost certainly a staggeringly bad idea. She could be intimidated later – right now it was time to follow her mistress’s orders and get to sucking.

And so she got to sucking. Opened her mouth as wide as it would go and took as much of Sophie’s shaft in as she was physically capable of. Which wasn’t really appreciably more than it had been before her dragon blood induced growth spurt. Beyond the head, but not by much. Still not nearly enough to properly satisfy her sister’s behemoth of a cock.

Of course, this time she was in possession of certain assets she hadn’t the last time she’d serviced her mistress. Beyond being bigger overall, she had tits big enough to rival Sophie’s milksacks. What the fuck kinda pet would she be if she didn’t use them? All it took was a gentle push and Sophie toppled backwards onto her soft ass, crushing the remains of the couch beneath her. Vicky took a small amount of pride in her brief display of dominance and power, conveniently and specifically ignoring the fact that she wouldn’t have been able to knock Sophie over at all had she not wanted to be knocked over. But whatever, she’d spent enough time this evening thinking. Frankly, she was fucking tired of thinking. Right now, what she really wanted was to just fuck.

And so fuck she did. She leaned forward, taking as much of Sophie’s member into her mouth as she could and enveloping the rest with her fat, leaky tits. Oh god, they were leaking that just wasn’t fucking fair. She squeezed them, relishing in the sensation of sheep milk flowing. Savouring it, because god fucking knew when she’d get to experience it next. Possibly never! At least, knowing her luck, not in a position where the power dynamic was quite so even. Every other time she’d managed to get tits, at least in recent memory, it had been decidedly an unpleasant and undignified experience otherwise. Right now was likely the best she was ever gonna get, so god dammit she was gonna enjoy herself if it killed her.

She sucked with all her might, bobbing her head up and down the throbbing shaft even as she rubbed her tits all fuckin’ over it. Her tongue darted around the flared head, occasionally lingering on the urethra to savour the taste of Sophie’s seed. Now that she knew to look for it, she could absolutely taste the dragon blood. An acrid, metallic tang that lurked beneath the cacophony of other flavours. And beyond that, she could feel the sheer concentrated magical power, tingling in her mouth like she’d swallowed several entire packets of poprocks, fizzing metaphorically all the way down into her stomach.

She really liked that sensation, almost instinctively. It turned out that dragon blood was really good blood. Sheer raw magical power settled heavily inside of her, before Sophie’s digestion magic kicked in again and sent it flowing out into her body. Even the trace amount in Sophie’s pre was enough to incite a growth spurt. She could feel power flowing into her body. Muscles swelled, bones thickened and lengthened. Her tail erupted from her ass, longer and thicker and stronger, destroying much of her remaining furniture with its wild thrashing (as though it mattered; Sophie had relocated them to a pocket dimension so none of this was her real furniture anyway). Her teeth got longer and sharper, though thankfully not quite sharp enough to do any accidental damage to Sophie. There was a brief stabbing pain in her temples as, abruptly, a pair of thick dracovine horns grew into existence, curling around her ears.

Horns that Sophie immediately decided to use as handles. She grabbed them and roughly yanked Vicky down to the god damn hilt. She pulled herself into a kneeling position and began to facefuck her big sister. Forcefully. “Fffffuuuuuuck, your tits are so gooooood, gonna- g-gonna cummmmmmmm~”

Sophie’s orgasm was, unsurprisingly, just as copious as the first. Unlike the first, however, Vicky found herself more than capable of handling it. Part of it was probably her increased size, granted, but a bigger part of it was her magically enhanced metabolism. Sophie’s output was almost exactly enough for her to keep up with it. And that meant with every gout of seed, Vicky got bigger. Growing all over. Bigger and stronger and sexier – god, it felt so fucking good that she almost didn’t care that it was the result of being dominated by her little sister. Moisture soaked the insides of her wooly thighs as she came and came and came, less a series of orgasms and more one singular mounting climax, more and more with every passing second. Spurts of one, two, three feet at a time, the floor of her apartment creaked and groaned beneath her increasing bulk, while Sophie’s still overpowering scent mingled with the rich creamy odour of her own milk. And Sophie’s cock was taking a conspicuously smaller amount of space in her mouth with every lurch.

Once again, Vicky wasn’t entirely sure how long the second climax lasted. It could have been minutes, or hours, days, weeks, months, years. Well, okay, it probably wasn’t that last one. Honestly, it had likely been been an hour or so at most, given she still sort of fit in her apartment. Sort of. She doubted she’d be able to stand up, but the structural integrity was holding up for now. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I guess,” Vicky lied. She wasn’t quite ready to admit to just how much she was enjoying herself. Incest wasn’t exactly the biggest social faux pas in the world. It wasn’t looked down on as much as, say, doing a murder. But it was still generally considered to be kind of weird. “It’s kind of cramped.”

“Well, that’s not too hard to fix,” Sophie said, gesturing slightly with her head at exactly what one would think she’d gesture at in this situation.

“Ugh,” Vicky grunted sullenly. “Look, round two was fun and all, but... I dunno how in the mood for round three I am,” she lied again.

“Twenty rounds.”

“Ugh.”

“You agreed!”

“When did I agree to twenty rounds. Please point me at the point in writing where I agreed to twenty rounds.”

Sophie sighed, like a teacher chiding a small child who was being exceptionally petulant. Which, really, was a bit ironic considering who was the older person in this situation. There was a full eight years of difference between them, and Vicky had been put on babysitting duty since Sophie was at least three or four years old. She’d actually ended up getting surprisingly good at it. Considering her... somewhat abrasive personality, one wouldn’t think she’d be good with children, but honestly she’d always found it to be fairly easy. Just figure out what it was they wanted and then offer them that in exchange for good behaviour and they would typically give you good behaviour. Not really that hard. The rest was just getting good at wrangling, and knowing exactly how much exerting your authority you could get away with before they started to instinctively rebel. The point, to get away from the digression, was that Vicky had absolutely changed Sophie’s diapers and so it was really weird that Sophie was acting like the adult dealing with a misbehaving child. “You know the rules, Victoria,” she chided. “I’m not leaving until I’m satisfied.”

And there it was. Vampire charisma hitting Vicky at full blast once again. She’d wondered when Sophie was going to bring the big guns out again. “Fine, fine,” she replied sullenly. “But I can’t really move easily right now so I hope you’re fine with me sucking your dick again.”

“That was the plan anyway,” Sophie replied with a gentle smile that honestly felt really out of place given the context. “The best way to get you out of your apartment and into more open space is to make you bigger, after all. And I imagine that we’ve still got a few loads before I run out of draconic magic.”

“I guess,” Vicky said, trying not to be too disappointed. She couldn’t be much more than twenty feet as of now, and was fairly sure that the remaining injections of dragon’s blood would have diminishing returns. There was a part of her that had been hoping to get really big out of this, enough to dwarf the city the way that the mouse bitch tended to dwarf the city. But she’d have to settle with just being building sized. That wasn’t too bad, she supposed, though there were other issues at play now that she thought about it. “You’re, um... kinda not very filling, though.”

“True, true, you are quite a lot bigger than I am right now.” Sophie’s expression changed from a gentle smile to a smug smirk, and suddenly Vicky began to strongly regret not just sucking Sophie’s cock again. “Luckily I know of a few ways to rectify that.” Sophie snapped her fingers, the resultant noise just slightly sharper than it should have been, just a little too echo-y to be natural. “Besides, I haven’t gotten to show off exactly how big I’ve gotten since our last visit.”

“Like, uh, fifteen feet, right? That’s when you’re supposed to start using compression spells, I think.” Fifteen feet was honestly fairly small for a macro, but that didn’t mean fifteen feet wasn’t still really fucking big. There were buildings smaller than fifteen feet. Vicky at her normal height would barely even come up to a fifteen foot tall Sophie’s knees. Considering that the last time they met, Sophie had been six foot ten, that was almost nine feet of growth.

“Ah, I passed fifteen feet a while back.”

“I guess that makes sense, you’ve gotta use compression spells when you pass fifteen feet. So, what, like... sixteen? Seventeen?”

Sophie shivered slightly as her body let out a low rumbling noise as her compression spells began to slowly loosen. “Mmmm,” she groaned – turning off compression spells was notorious for feeling really good. “Quite a bit more than that, Lammy.”

“Like... how much more are we talking?”

“Stop talking and suck my cock while I grow.”

“Yes’m.” Vicky leaned forward and took Sophie’s shaft into her mouth. It was comparatively easy for her to deepthroat it than it had been before her second dose of dragon magic, but it was still big enough she could deepthroat it. It reached past the back of her mouth and down into her throat, making her neck bulge obscenely with her little sister’s cockflesh. It still filled up most of the available space with its girth. Still tasted so good it made Vicky’s head spin. She pressed her tongue against it in a desperate attempt to get a better taste – and then, after a moment of epiphany when she remembered she had a dragon tongue, wrapped the dexterous appendage around the thick meat and began to rub it.

That turned out to be the right decision, it turned out. “Oh, Lammy, your throat feels so goooood~” Sophie groaned. She reached up and once again began to use Vicky’s new horns as handles to steady herself as she thrust. “Gonna- oooooh gonnaaaaaaaah~”

Sophie erupted, much sooner this time, though it wasn’t really her fault she was such a quick shot. Vicky could attest to the fact that growing felt very good – she herself had cum several times this evening alone just from the sensation of getting bigger – and that was without factoring in the tonguejob. Sophie’s shaft throbbed and pulsed and erupted with yet more gallons of seed that Vicky’s body immediately set to digesting. The elder sheep sister could feel her tail lengthening and thickening further, muscles getting denser, claws and teeth getting sharper, and a pressure in her shoulderblades that presaged the inevitable draconic wings.

And meanwhile, Sophie kept right on thrusting like she’d not even cum yet. “Go-gonna- gonnnahhhn~” That, Vicky realized, was odd. If she was already cumming, why was she acting like she was still only just about to cum? And, now that she thought of it, she’d been hyping up her full uncompressed size a lot but hadn’t really grown all that much bigger – maybe seven and a half feet?

The pieces clicked into place in Vicky’s mind right in time for Sophie to loudly cry, “Gonna grooooowwwwwwww~”

And grow she fuckin’ did. She flopped backwards onto her big fat ass, the floor creaking and groaning from the force of the impact as several hundred pounds of sheep quickly became at least a ton – factoring in that Vicky herself had to be several tons at this point, they were collectively well beyond what the building had been designed to hold up. Sophie’s cock went from filling Vicky’s throat to reaching her god damn stomach, pumping nutritious sheepseed directly into her big sister’s digestive system. And oh man, if there wasn’t enough space for Vicky before, now there was no space for either of them. Ass pressed against floor pressed against boob pressed against ballsack pressed against throat pressed against cock pressed against head pressed against ceiling pressed against ass pressed against wall – every part of every sheep was touching something else and something was going to have to give soon.

“BIGGER!” Sophie cried, doubling in size again. That was enough to easily surpass Vicky in terms of raw height, and also enough to completely knock out the outer walls of the apartment and cause the floor to collapse beneath them. The whole building very quickly followed suit, tearing apart from the inside out like it was made of fucking cardboard – though, really, given the landlady’s attitude towards contractually mandated maintenance, Vicky wouldn’t be entirely surprised if it was made of cardboard. Though right now Vicky had other things on her mind. Most pointedly, Sophie’s cock, which was now big enough to once again start deforming Vicky’s body. She wasn’t quite at human cocksock levels just yet, but she was at the point where her body was starting to take on the shape of Sophie’s big fucking horsecock, and also at the point where her digestive system could no longer quite keep up with Sophie’s output.  Her stomach filled up, bulging with a gentle swell even as she started to catch up with her little sister and then once again surpass her.

Though not for very long because Sophie’s compression spells weren’t done turning off yet. “Fucking BIGGERRRRRRR!” she practically fucking roared as she doubled in size one final time. Mostly, Vicky noticed the cock. If she hadn’t been still growing from the dragon magic injections, it would absolutely have been bigger than her, and as it was it left her well into living condom territory. Sophie thrashed and bucked and thrust as she turned Vicky into a sheepsphere, her output leagues beyond what Vicky’s enhanced metabolism could handle. Once again, it lasted for what had to be an hour. Possibly more? Hopefully not more.

God, and this was just fucking round three.

Vicky’s remaining growth was almost an afterthought. She slooooowly slid off of her little sister’s cock as her body digested the cum and the magic and transferred it into raw size, putting her at maybe fifty feet going by the size of nearby buildings.

Sophie was ten feet taller. Of course she was. “Goodness!” she said cheerily. “I think I might have grown a little bit since I put up my compression spells, I’m fairly sure I was fifty feet tall, not sixty.”

“Oh, you’ve only grown ten feet taller in the past few hours. That’s nothing.”

“My growth can be a bit unpredictable,” Sophie replied with an idle shrug. “I suppose that over the course of those meetings I mentioned I gained a small amount of influence. Also, be fair, I compressed before the meetings which lasted a good twelve hours and then there was travel time to get here and obviously we’ve been at it for a few hours now so it’s quite a bit longer than you’re making it out to be.”

“That doesn’t really make things better.”

“Yes, well, sixty feet is a good start. I’ve got much bigger ambitions, though.”

“Sophie you’re the de-facto Acting High Queen. There’s not exactly much more room before you’re at the top.”

“There’s always higher ranks to aim for, Lammy.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean.”

“Nice wings, Lammy,” Sophie responded, conspicuously changing the subject.

“Thanks. I guess.”

“In the meantime, we’ve still got an awful lot of catching up to do. Why, I’ve not even touched your pussy or asshole!”

“Ugh, fine.” Vicky didn’t even bother trying to fight back. She turned around and got onto her hands and knees, ass in the air, ready to be fucked doggy style – Sophie’s favourite position aside from getting her cock worshipped.

“Good girl, knowing exactly what mistress wants~”

“I aim to please,” Vicky replied sardonically.

“Good girls get rewarded.” Sophie slid inside with surprisingly little effort considering her cock had to be almost half as big as Vicky’s entire fucking body. A testament to just how fucking horny the smaller sheep was at the moment, she supposed. It felt good, though once again she hated to admit it. Filled her up so nice, so much better than the stupid cat bitch or mouse bitch or horse bitch. “There we go! Now, are you ready for your reward?”

“I thought this was my reward?”

“Oh, goodness, no. I’d be fucking you senseless either way! But since you’ve been so well behaved, and since I’ve got quite a bit of spare dragon blood...”

Vicky’s heart sank, even as Sophie snapped her fingers and a small, ornate glass bottle materialized floating in the air in front of Vicky’s face. It wasn’t very big, maybe big enough to fit in the palm of her hands were she at her normal height. It was also filled with an ominous red liquid, the colour so deep and dark that it was almost black.

“One of these bottles contains about thirty millilitres,” Sophie said as she levitated it out of Vicky’s reach. “I’ve got about a hundred of these left, give or take, but obviously I’m not going to drink three litres of dragon blood now, in one sitting. I need to save some for special occasions!”

“Sophie maybe you shouldn’t drink any dragon blood at all.”

“You got about a tenth of one of these, give or take the cum that didn’t end up inside you and the magic that’s still in my balls. Three drops or so? Obviously that’s not an option right now. I couldn’t possibly handle a dropper with any kind of finesse considering how small it is and how big I am. I guess that means I’m just going to have to consume ten times as much dragon blood as you have in one sitting. Darn.”

“Sophie, wai-” was all that Vicky could manage to say before Sophie had floated the bottle into her mouth. She bit down, and there was an almost inaudible crunch as she shattered the glass and then swallowed heavily.

Sophie let out a small burp. “Oh yeah. Here we go. Always forget how potent this shit is. Mnnnn, lets shoot for a mile to start with and see where we go from there, shall we?”

Vicky couldn’t help but let out a pleasured groan as Sophie’s cock grew inside of her, lengthening slightly in order to accommodate the big bulbous knot that was swelling into being at the base. The flesh was already warm, but it very quickly got warmer. Vicky got the impression that, were she not already partially transformed into a dragon, it would be hot enough to hurt. She could not, however, quite bring herself to entirely lose herself in the pleasure. “Sophie a mile is really big compared to fifty feet,” she said, voice tinged with worry and also a bit of horny. A lot of horny.

“Mmmm, don’t worry your pretty little head off, Lammy. Dragons are very stretchy and very durable. I could get much bigger than a mile before there’d be any risk to your health. Besides, there’s still plenty of magic in my cum for you to feed off of and get bigger. I’d say you’ll probably be more like five hundred feet by the time I’m done rather than fifty.”

“Oh, so you’ll only be ten times my size instead of a hundred that’s so much better.”

“Don’t be sarcastic while I’m fucking you, Lammy, it’s rude.”

“I’ll show you rude you-” Vicky’s attempt at backsass was interrupted by a sharp pain as an open palm collided with her fat sheep ass. “Ghaaaaaan no faaaaair~”

“I know all your weak spots, Lammy,” Sophie cooed as she gave the smaller sheep another spank. “Don’t think I’m above exploiting them if you’re a baaaaaad girl.” She punctuated her statement by giving Vicky one more solid spank and then squeezing, letting her hands sink deep into soft, woolly flesh. “Mnnnn, ‘sides, there’s only so much time left for me to play with your big slutty ass before I start gettin’ rilly b-hic!” It was Sophie’s turn to be interrupted. Her whole body seemed to lock up, standing almost stock still aside from some quivering. “G-gettin’ really biiiiiiiiiihnnnnn~” she attempted to continue, but didn’t get far before her body was wracked with a small convulsion, starting the top of her head and making its way down to her feet. Her hands clenched, digging deeper into Vicky’s butt, making it clear that her claws had come in, just sharp enough not to break through the smaller sheep’s flesh. Though, on the other hand, that might have just as much to do with her flesh being a bit thicker and tougher than normal as a result of the whole dragon blood thing.

“Gettin’- gettin’ rrrrrrrrrraaaaaahnnnnnn!” Sophie practically roared, accompanied by a big fucking gout of fire. The ground beneath them seemed to shake from the sheer force of her impending growth. Actually, on second thought, Vicky redacted the “seemed to” part of that statement. The ground was absolutely, undeniably rumbling from the sheer force of Sophie’s impending growth. “Gettin’... Really... Biiiiiiiiiiigggggggggg!”

Vicky honestly wasn’t at all surprised that the growth kicking in coincided with Sophie finally managing to say the word big. All varieties of growth magic, regardless of the mechanics behind it, tended to have an impeccable sense of dramatic timing in her experience. On the same note, Vicky also wasn’t particularly shocked that the growth kicking in also coincided with Sophie’s climax. At this point that was just fucking par for the course and she would have been more surprised if it didn’t.

Once again, Vicky had no fucking idea how long the climax lasted. Hours, days, weeks – at this point she was no longer confidently able to discount the more ridiculously long times because Sophie was a fuckin’ mile tall. The smaller sheep (which, really, was language that belied just how much smaller she was at this point) was stretched beyond was was pleasantly full, beyond what was unpleasantly full, beyond even the point of being reduced to a living condom. She was now at the point where she was an undersized living condom. Again.

She had extremely mixed feelings about that.

“There we go. I... Think this is probably enough sex for today.”

“What happened to the other sixteen rounds?” Vicky attempted to ask and failed miserably, but Sophie seemed to get the message anyway.

“Well, I’m of course more than ready to keep going. The problem is that you clearly aren’t up to it. You’re simply too small to participate! Don’t worry, next time we meet up we can have some makeup sex before getting to that set of twenty rounds. Or more, I’m not gonna discount the possibility that my stamina might have increased by then.”

“Lovely,” Vicky once again didn’t actually say. The sentiment was there, though.

“In the meantime, all this extremely powerful magic has gotten me very riled up. So I’m just going to deal with it~”

“excuse you fucking what”

“I’m a big girl with big needs, Victoria,” Sophie said matter of factly as she wrapped her clawed hands around the smaller sheep. Vicky felt a brief pang of regret that she’d not gotten a good look at Sophie’s fully dragonified form, but only briefly; that was quickly replaced with blind panic as Sophie began to squeeze and pump. “Just because you’re too small to properly fuck doesn’t mean I’m going to just let my needs go untended. You’re going to have to live with being a sheepskin fleshlight until all of this wears off~”

Vicky sighed (or attempted to, at least; breathing was understandably difficult given the situation). She really probably should have known this was coming. Did know this was coming – albeit not quite to this extreme degree. Her meetings with Sophie inevitably ended with her being used and abused with little to no regard for her feelings on the matter. Not that she didn’t secretly enjoy it, of course, though she was reluctant to even admit as much to herself, and she would absolutely be the last person ever to say it out loud and would in fact probably die before she openly admitted to being more of a sub than a dom when it came to sex shit. Still, she couldn’t deny that it felt good, and she liked seeing her little sister so happy. She just wished that maybe she could make Sophie this happy without being turned into a human cocksock.

“Mmmm,” Sophie cooed as her idle stroking began to pick up in pace. “Love you, Lammy~”

“Ugh... I love you too, Sophie,” Vicky didn’t say. But, again, the sentiment was there. She was just incapable of properly conveying it. But whatever, Sophie got the picture. And anyway, it wasn’t like this was going to be her last chance to tell her little sister that she loved her.

They were, after all, going to be here for a very long time.