My attention riveted to the television screen, I was caught unawares as my assailant hurled herself from the shadows. Pink claws sank into my shoulders like an iron vice. Feeling the curved barbs digging into my flesh I let out a shriek and sent my soda flying into the air. Root beer sprayed in all directions like a syrupy fountain as I flung myself to the floor. Meanwhile, Fereya had moved to the side, her fuschia eyes stark with terror. I tucked into a ball to avoid slamming belly first on the carpet, dragging my attacker with me. My arms and legs sprawling in all directions, I ended up upsetting the coffee table and nearly broke my television in the process. 

“Aah!” I screamed. “Get it off! Get it off!” I scrambled about on the floor like a crab, my long tail swishing frantically, trying to batter away my giggling tormentor. “It’s a goblin!”

“No, Ammah,” Fereya muttered. “I’m afraid it’s much worse.”

My aching chest heaving, I at last flopped onto the carpet. My swollen breasts pushed up under my chin, propping my face up like a pillow as a pair of silver eyes slid down in front of my nose. 

“Hello, sweetie,” my attacker said. “My my, Ammah, you sure are spry. I do wish I could still move like you.”

“Ceri?” I chirped. “When did you get here?”

The rat sat back up. She straddled my back, her long, slender tail whipping about as she tapped my head with a clawed finger. “Oh, I don’t know,” she muttered. “About an hour or so. I’ve been waiting for quite some time, you know.” She put her hands to her wide hips and frowned. “Honestly, you really must not keep a girl waiting.”

Her blue-grey thighs were velvet soft against my ribs and her heavy, gravid weight sank deliciously upon me. I should have hated her for it and yet, I was enthralled by the warmth of her round body, the fragrance of her rich scent tickling my nostrils as she wrapped her arms about my neck and nuzzled her little pink snout into my ear. 

“As for how I got in, well, I am a rat,” she whispered. “We have a way of finding ourselves where we don’t belong.” Her twitching nose nestled into my ear, snuffling softly against the delicate lobe. 

“Really, Ceri,” Fereya snorted. “You could have just called.” The troll crossed her arms over her pregnant belly and huffed. 

Ceri pushed herself up and grinned. “Oh my, Fereya. Did I interrupt something?”

She pointed to the troll’s exposed cock, still thrusting up from the folds of her skirt. Fereya gave a start and quickly pulled her skirt over her member, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Still snickering, Ceri at last stood and flopped down on the sofa. My poor back groaned as I struggled to my hooves. On the screen behind me, Jason Shmorhees was just about to do away with another victim, but I was too busy looking at the silvery imp reclining over the armrest. She was dressed in a cut-off tank top. Naturally, it was as black as her raven hair, the bottom had been snipped away with a pair of scissors, leaving a rough hem from which her swollen belly emerged like a great, silver pearl. Beneath her gravid stomach, her wide hips were valiantly contained within a struggling pair of denim shorts. I could not help but take notice of the sizable bulge occupying the front of her shorts. Not quite the bloated swell like Fereya, but it still did set my heart to flutter. 

“Ammah,” Ceri said. “Why don’t you come sit down.”

Snapping out of my trance, my ears pricked up. “Oh, right. Just let me get the table.”

I picked up the overturned coffee table and sat it back up once more. Satisfied, I then took my seat between the two of them. Fereya laid her head against my shoulder, her quiet breathing warm and sweet in my ear. At the same time, Ceri folded herself against me, her nose tickling my cheek. Her belly slid up against my own and I felt the urge to place my hand on her, to feel the softness of her fur, to caress the swollen orb that I knew was filled with my churning offspring. 

“This is the good part,” I said, oblivious to the two I shared the sofa with. “The part in the boathouse with the harpoon.”

As I continued to watch the movie, I could feel them moving. Like a pair of stealthy pythons, their arms were slowly encircling me, ensnaring me lest I try to escape. A hand came to rest on my belly, followed by a second one. My ears twitched as I felt them slowly swirl over my gravid middle, the nimble claws carefully prying away the buttons of my shirt one by one. Gentle fingers touched my bare flesh, sending ripples up my spine. My ears flattened to my head and I could not help but give a little purr as my two loves caressed my fat belly. Fingers circled the tight bump of my navel, sliding down to my tender underbelly, then back up until they were almost cupping my ripe breasts. 

“O-Oh,” I moaned. “N-Now this part, h-here.” I stammered and raised a trembling finger towards the screen. “N-Now this p-part…” 

Their breathing was growing hotter, louder, pulsing in my ears as their hungry mouths opened wide. Warm wet tongues slithered from moist lips to lick at my long, furry ears, white fangs nibbling the tender lobes. Pain and pleasure danced about within my brain and I let my hand fall limp in my lap as Ceri and Fereya  devoured me. 

“Ngh,” I groaned. “O-Oh, that’s nice. But, you two are missing the movie.”

A claw tugged away the last button of my blouse, while a small, pink hand found the clasp of my bra. I should really learn not to wear front hooking underwear. My milk heavy breasts fell free to wobble against my chocolate belly. The dark, hard nipples growing erect with the sudden coolness of the air. It was then that I realized that I was the only one still watching the movie. My body became rigid and I felt the cold prickles of sweat on my brown skin. Those questing hands suddenly came to a stop as my golden eyes slowly shifted from side to side. Fereya and Ceri were both crouching on their knees, their eyes narrowed so that the whites were no longer visible. In the flickering glow of the television, their exposed fangs were blue-white, frozen in a malevolent rictus. 

“C-Ceri? Fereya?” I began. 

“Shall we take him,” Fereya growled, her voice becoming a harsh gravelly tone. Her long tail curled up behind her as she spoke. 

“Yes,” replied Ceri. “We shall have our fresh meat.”

I gulped and struggled to rise up from the couch, but a pair of strong hands held me down. My heart thundered in my ribs as these two killers licked their slavering jaws. Then, with a frightening strength, the pair launched me over the back of the sofa, sending us crashing to the floor. Flat on my back, Fereya fell on my left arm, while Ceri grabbed my right. I was pinned! My hooves kicked out in a futile attempt to worm my way out of their vice-like grip. My apartment gave way to the rolling fog infested forest of the lakeside camp. The twinkling stars overhead illuminated my killers, terrible cannibalistic monsters, their eyes fever bright with a savage hunger.

“No, no, little djinn,” I heard the troll growl. “It will not do to escape us.”

“Yes,” chittered the rat. “Not that you could anyway.”

The pair looked at each other and giggled. 

“Shall we take him now?” Fereya asked. 

“Yes, sister,” Ceri snickered. “We shall. Shall I take his head and you his sweet flower?”

Fereya’s black lips curled into a cruel smile. “Oh my, I hope he can take both at once.”

“Posh! He can take more than that. And if not,” Ceri’s silver eyes were like chips of glacial ice. “Well, we can still have our fun with him afterwards.”

I could naught but whimper pitifully, Pinned to the damp, loamy soil of the camp, helpless in the talons of these two monsters. 

“Oh, poor baby,” Ceri cooed. “Struggle all you want, it will do you no good.”

The rat took her claws from me and pulled her shirt over her head. Her silvery breasts fell free, heavy and pendulous with warm, fresh milk. The rosy nipples were like two ripe cherries on her blue-grey fur while her massive belly swung above my nose. Next, she undid the button of her shorts, unzipping them slowly. Away came the tight garment, flung over her ebon hair. Then the black lace of her panties were slingshot across the room to lie in a heap on the carpet turned forest. I gulped as my golden eyes were beset by two looming spires of hot, pink flesh. 

“I-I thought the killer only had one blade,” I stammered.

“No, Ammah,” Ceri growled, her nimble fingers sliding up the length of a quivering shaft. “In this movie, there are two.”

Twin rods, pulsing and rigid, towered over me. Their firm, swollen heads shiny and slick with Ceri’s pent up desires. In that moment my heart pounded and I knew that I desired them above all else. Delicately curved with bulging veins making a spider web over her flesh, each shaft was a treasure for me to possess. Groaning, I struggled to roll over, my pregnant belly flopping heavily onto the floor as my milky breasts hung from my chest. My trembling claws reached out to caress those heavenly pillars. My fingers sliding down the smooth, hot skin as my throat went dry. 

“H-Hey Ammah,” Ceri yelped. “What are you doing?”

The mask had slipped for but an instant, but I could see the sudden shock on her lovely face as I gripped her cocks with both fists. I understood now just why the killer was always able to catch his victims. Despite how he never moved faster than a walk, he always managed to catch up. I leaned in close, my breath warm and moist against the sensitive skin of her left member. Yes, I thought, my tail rising up behind me. The victim wanted to be caught. 

“Take me, my killer.” My voice was a rapsing purr as I nibbled her cock. “Mmm, I’m your helpless victim. Take me.”

“A-Ammah,” Ceri wailed. “T-This isn’t how the game is supposed to be played.”

I ignored my killer’s pleas. My golden eyes falling closed, I slid my warm, wet tongue up her plump undershaft, savoring the richness of her musky scent, the salty tang of her sweet flesh. With my other hand, I stroked her pulsing rod, my thumb pressing down as I slid up, then releasing to caress her with my fingertips. Ceri was on her knees, her little pink hands clutching my shoulders as she gasped in rapid puffs. Her gravid body shifted in my hands, the muscles dancing to my touch as I moved down to the place between her two pillars. Her special area, known only to me. I planted my lips to her supple skin and the rat let loose a wail as pleasure rocked her plump body. Her firm, ripe balls churned, fattening with fresh seed as I stroked her delicate flesh, stoking her arousal. 

“Whoa, don’t forget me,” Fereya cried. “This is the sequel, there’s two killers tonight.”

The troll’s tawny fingers grabbed my skirt and yanked it down. Then came my panties. I kicked out with my hooves, allowing Fereya to tug my undergarments free. My fat brown ass was thrust to the ceiling, my long tail curling up over my head so that the deep crevasse between my cheeks was plainly visible. Fereya gripped my hips and laid against me. She had managed to disrobe while I was occupied with Ceri and now her great, purple cock was throbbing against my round ass. My heart thrilled as the hard, long rod slid between my soft cheeks and I renewed my assault on Ceri. Taking both cocks in my hands, I opened my jaws wide and devoured her. Now, the killer was to be taken. Both shafts filled my mouth, sliding over my teeth to tickle my gums. Using my tongue, I guided her to my waiting throat. 

Ceri’s hands were about my face now, gently stroking my cheeks. “Just relax,” she whispered. Her fingers stroked my chin, my jaw, then to my throat. Willing myself to let go, I felt her twin rods slide down my gullet. I sputtered as my throat expanded, growing tight as she plunged deep. 

“Ah, Ammah if only I got you to wear a choker,” she laughed. 

Her hands found themselves on the side of my belly just as Fereya too, was leaning down to grip my pregnant middle. Her cock found my slack, wet ring, opening like a flower for her and she did enter me without hesitation. My belly soon grew full with her hot, firm flesh burying itself to my core. My belly churned, shifting with the young life that grew within me. My tail slowly twisted above me, lost in contentment as my would-be killers cackled. 

“So sister,” said Fereya. “I do believe that now is the time we did set our fangs into this ripe morsel.”

Ceri’s face was crimson. The rat winced, fighting back the waves of pleasure that my hungry tongue and wet lips were giving her. Her heavy balls slapped my chin with every slight movement as she rocked on her knees. 

“Y-Yes, sister,” she moaned. “I-I do believe that now is the--Oh Ammah, please not yet.”

My claws sank hard into her buttocks as I pulled myself into her groin. Lust pounded in my temples, overwhelming my senses. Her pubic fur smelled of musk and the sweetness of lavender. I inhaled deeply, coughing slightly as her twin rods pulled back. 

“Oh, our victim is resisting,” she groaned. “But I know what to do.” 

Ceri’s hips thrust forward, slamming her pubic bone into my nose and jamming her cocks down my throat. 

“Mmmf!” I sputtered and slithered my tongue around her shafts. 

The force of her movements sent me careening backwards, right into the waiting arms of Fereya. The troll gripped my wide hips and let my fat ass push into her. Her gravid belly fell atop me as she tilted her hips and thrust her violet spear deep. Stars exploded in my vision as Fereya’s cock tickled my quivering prostate. I leap forward with a shrill squeal leaking through my nose. 

“Yee! Teeth Ammah, teeth!” Ceri shrieked. “Easy, sweetie.”

“Maybe we should have made you the victim?” Fereya laughed. 

Ceri puffed her cheeks. “Very funny.”

Taking my belly in her hands, she rocked into me, slowly, filling me with her firm, warm flesh. My swollen belly quaked, eager to receive her as she pushed back into Fereya. Then, the troll would push me back towards Ceri. My ring tightened around her cock, squeezing it hard, milking her throbbing shaft as her massive balls slid on the carpet beneath her. Fereya panted, her tawny fur dampened by sweat as her balls churned with fertile seed. Silently, the pair rocked me. Tossed on that gentle, hazy sea of seductive pleasure, my body filled by my two loves, I soon lost my grip on Ceri. My hands fell to the floor as my trembling legs gave out from under me. My belly fluttered with the kicking protests of my unborn as my weight sank down, but I cared little. My limbs were gelatin, I was helpless. 

“He’s growing weak, sister,” growled Ceri. 

“Indeed,” said Fereya. “His plump, round body is ripe for our tortures.”

Ceri pressed herself into me. Her velvet tips caressed my throat, sliding down towards my stomach. My esophagus contracted as she pulled back, filling me with a deliciously sinful pleasure. My lips wrapped firmly around her cocks as she withdrew her trembling shafts, then plunged back in once more. My nose tingled with her heady musk and I reached up with a shaking hand to touch her wonderfully round belly. Her fur was soft and warm, shimmering in the glow of the television. 

“Oh, Ammah,” she cooed and took my hand in hers. Then, remembering her role, she coughed and growled, “Y-Yes, you better take it all, victim.”

But Fereya was just as quick with a chuckling retort. “You need to work on your roleplaying.” She slammed her shaft deep, causing me to give out a muffled squeal. “We’re supposed to be devouring him.” She leaned down, her claws on my shoulders. “Like this.” 

Fereya tugged my open shirt down, exposing my brown shoulder. Her fangs bit, clamping to my flesh so that I opened my bleary eyes and offered a stifled groan. Her tongue scoured my tender flesh, her claws falling to my swollen belly. Fingers raked my taut orb, sliding back to lightly touch the back of my thigh. The sweet rasp of skin on skin echoed over the wet slap of raw meat as my assailants continued their sweet torture. My gravid body swayed to their wicked rhythm, back and forth. First pushed by Ceri and then back by Fereya. The girls’ pace soon quickened and they pressed together, driving me between them. 

“Mmf!” I grunted. 

The salty tang of Ceri’s flowing seed trickled down my throat, setting my blood afire. I gripped her fat ass hard as she drove herself into my hungry maw. Meanwhile, Fereya took hold of my hips and plunged hard and deep. My ring hugged her cock tight as she trembled, her member swelling with the mounting pressure. Together, the two of them released. Hot, bubbling seed flowed into me, filling my belly. My nostrils flaring, I willed my throat to open, gulping greedily at Ceri’s warm, sticky semen. My stomach gurgled, growing heavier and tight with fresh expansion. Fereya’s cock burst into my ass, spraying a fountain of hot sludge to be lapped up by my wanting womb. My lower belly grew hot, filling with her fertile essence. My golden eyes rolled back into my head as my strength left me. Collapsing to the floor, I could do little else but move my head, tugging at Ceri’s pumping rods so that I might not lose a single drop. 

“Ugh, I can’t take any more,” the rat moaned. Her face was crimson as she fell on top of me. Her cocks were growing soft, having spent themselves utterly.

Fereya too, had vented her fury at last and pulled out with a wet slurp. Her white seed trickled from my battered cheeks to puddle between my thighs, soaking into the carpet to leave a stain that I was going to have to clean up. Summoning my flagging strength, I rolled over, my belly now massive and sloshing. I looked now to be pregnant with twins and I loved it. Drunk on my lovers’ seed, I clutched my bloated middle and let my mouth open. White slime spilled from my lips, oozing from my fangs to trickle in loose strings down my chin. With a giggle I rolled to my side and licked the goo from my slavering jaws. 

“I am slain,” I groaned. “I think you’ve killed me.”

My ears pricked up as I heard the credits rolling on the movie. Stumbling to my hands and knees, I managed to drag  my bloated carcass around the sofa. 

“I think a classic is in order.” I popped open the DVD player and placed an old black and white film into the tray. “[i]The Brides of Dracula[/i], I think it will do nicely.”

