[center][b]Videochat With a Vampire[/b][/center] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] [i]No, really, I’d love to! It’s just…[/i] Lia sighed. She hated it when her new boyfriend, Egan, did this. There was something about himself he wasn’t telling her, and it drove the prairie dog up the wall. She didn’t really blame him, exactly; their relationship was still (slightly) too new for him to have told her everything about himself. She sent him a message back. [u]Just what? If you don’t want to video chat that’s fine, but I think it would be nice.[/u] She thought for a moment, mouse pointer hovering over the green arrow for a moment before she pressed send. Then, because she couldn’t let well enough alone, she sent another one. [u]I don’t even really know what you look like, you know? We could do photos.[/u] Is there a word for how time stretches into an agonizing eternity while you watch the ‘X is typing’ message? [i]That wouldn’t work either. Look, promise not to freak out on me?[/i] Tapping nervously at her front teeth, Lia formulated her next move. [u]If you’ve got some sort of disfiguring scar or something I can work with it. Probably.[/u] She deleted the ‘probably’ at the end of that sentence, replaced it with: [u]I doubt whatever it is is as bad as you think.[/u] [i]Nothing like that.[/i] Lia waited for more, watching the ‘typing’ indicator appear, disappear, come back, and duck out of sight once more. She gave it several minutes before deciding to prod him. [u]Spit it out already, the suspense is killing me.[/u] [i]I’m a vampire.[/i] She spent a little more time staring at the screen. Then her eyes darted over to the textbook on basic magicology on her shelf. Barely touched. She didn’t really know anything about any magical creatures, beyond the pop culture references. She finally interrupted whatever his next message was with one of her own: [u]You’re not pulling my leg, right? You’re saying you’re an honest to goths vampire.[/u] [i]Please don’t bring up those posers. And yes, I am.[/i] [u]So u’r a bat?[/u] [i]For fuck’s sake Lia I’m trying to be serious here.[/i] [u]So am I.[/u] The prairie dog thought a moment, spinning around in the office chair in her darkened dorm room. She thought she could probably make a relationship with a sunlight-allergic guy work, she was pretty close to that state herself. Albeit from preferring her own space to anywhere else, rather than a risk of bursting into flames. [u]I’ve been putting off a couple of the required supernatural related courses off until my last year as gimmes if that tells you anything. What does the vampire thing have to do with video chat?[/u] Lia had to wait a little while for him to formulate a tactful response. She devoted a few of those milliseconds to appreciating the effort before reverting to impatience. [i]I’m the flavor that doesn’t show up in mirrors. Same thing goes for cameras.[/i] [u]Oh. You mean you literally can’t video chat with me.[/u] Lia groaned. [u]Or send me any pics. You could see me and I could see bupkiss.[/u] [i]^Exactly.[/i] [i]Unless you happen to have a really specific set of expensive-as-hell fancy digital filters on you. I could get someone in the art department to sketch me I guess.[/i] That did sound like an interesting idea, but Lia shelved it for now. Something else was occurring to her. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. [u]Wait, would I just see your shirt sort of hanging on empty air? That’s pretty funny.[/u] [i]Nah. It’s sort of a[/i] Egan did that sometimes. Send whatever he had already while he worked out how to word the rest. [i]Automatic self-defensive thing? Like, you mostly think of your clothes as part of you. So they’re invisible to cameras too.[/i] [u]So what if you dusted yourself with flour? Or got some heavy makeup.[/u] [i]I’m not doing that to my fur, thanks. -_-‘[/i] Lia leaned back in her chair, rotating her idea around in her head to look at it from multiple angles. When she had it pinned down, she nodded to herself. [u]Hey, I got an idea. A way we could do a call.[/u] [i]How?[/i] [u]It’s a surprise. ;)[/u] She had to wait about thirty seconds for the reply. [i]…Hooh boy. I don’t know if I like the sound of this…[/i] [u]Oh, come onnnn. It’ll be fun! Besides, you can call it paying me back for not mentioning being a blood-sucking fiend *before* we started internet dating.[/u] [i]I am *not* a- You know what, I give up in advance. The ‘blood-sucking fiend’ is no match for the devious otaku girl.[/i] [u]And don’t you forget it. I’ll send you a short little shopping list. Nothing expensive. Grab the stuff, and pick up tomorrow at three.[/u] [u]You know, you never did tell me what species you are.[/u] [i]I think I’ll just let you guess on that, little miss bossy. See you at three.[/i] [center]***[i]About a day later[/i]***[/center] [i]I got the stuff.[/i] [u]About damn time.[/u] Lia had waited for almost an hour. [i]The first place I checked was out of food dye. And halibut. Seriously this is a weird list. The food coloring I almost get, IF I hadn’t already said I don’t want to put stuff in my fur, but what is up with the balloons?[/i] [u]Some of them are red herrings. Because I’m devious like that, Mr Not-A-Bat.[/u] Lia smirked. She’d been waiting almost as much for the question as anything else. [i]…Should have seen that coming. Actual red herring would have been too obvious, I guess. I mean, I figured out the glitter was a dumb joke almost immediately at least.[/i] [u]Aww. I was hoping you might actually do that one.[/u] [i]Again, not putting stuff in my fur. ESPECIALLY not for a joke about those ridiculous books.[/i] Oh well. She’d known that was a long shot. [u]Okay, okay, killjoy :P You got the other stuff though right?[/u] [i]Yes. Everything else. Rubber bands, balloons, glycerin, food coloring, fish.[/i] “Yes!” Lia punched the air in triumph. [i]Seriously though. What are these all for.[/i] [i]?[/i] [u]You’ll see in a second.[/u] The prairie dog typed out. She took a deep breath, smoothed out her shirt, and adjusted her webcam. If she was being totally honest this made her as nervous as it did excited. She’d be damned sooner than back out now, though. Her hand moved down to the mouse and she clicked the video call button. Nerves made the time spent waiting for the connection much longer than it had to be, until the screen view finally lit up to show a headboard, pillows, and the bottom half of a movie poster on the wall behind it. “You know, if you were going to do this you should’ve checked that I actually had a webcam first? Lucky you there’s one built into this laptop.” Giggling, Lia readjusted her webcam again. Egan, or the guy she assumed was Egan, had a pleasing smooth baritone. “Your voice is lower than I expected.” “Well, what did you expect?” “Not a clue. You’re really there though?” “Yep. See?” The camera view tilted jerkily downward to display a depression in the bed covers, shadowed but with nothing obvious to cause the indentation. “You’re looking right through me.” “Cooool.” She stared at what she assumed was the impression of Egan’s butt on his bed. “And you look even nerdier than I expected.” Lia snorted at the smirk she could hear in his voice. “Gee, thanks.” “Kidding. You’re prettier than I expected. Half-thought you’d be wearing some of those old-fashioned mega-nerd braces for some reason, from how you describe yourself sometimes.” “Uh, no?” The prairie dog smoothed back a lock of hair that had fallen into her field of vision. She didn’t think she was ugly at all, but it was nice to have some confirmation. Tubbier than she’d prefer, Lia sometimes wished she had a little more cleavage and less hip to show off. “I haven’t worn braces in years.” Egan didn’t immediately reply. His webcam shifted a little, presumably along with his own movements. “…You used to wear that exact kind didn’t you.” “No!” “You did! Oh my gosh you did! I can totally imagine you in those.” The smooth voice was cracking up into chuckles. “Okay, fine, yes, I wore those ridiculous things for a while. Shut up.” Against her will Lia felt the corners of her mouth quirking up a little. Egan kept laughing a little bit longer than she thought was strictly necessary. “[i]Anyway,[/i] if you’re done laughing at my terrible secret…” “Yeah, sorry.” With some difficulty the voice on the other end stifled a renewed round of giggles. “I think the shelf of dolls I see behind you takes the ‘terrible secret’ spot though.” “Hey now.” She shot him an exaggerated look of mock ire before glancing back at here collection. “Besides, you’re the guy, you oughta know they’re action figures, not dolls.” “Sure.” Lia made a bet with herself that he was rolling his eyes from the safety of his broadcast invisibility. If she worked at it she could kind of make out his indistinct shadow on the pillows piled up behind his back, but it was hazy. “So, now that you’ve got me on a pointless video call, what’s the stuff for?” The prairie dog hoped her smile came across as wicked, since she sure as hell meant it that way. “I’ll show you. First thing, get out that glycerin.” When the bottle, slightly hazy in his grip, waggled itself in front of the view she continued on. “And the food dye. Put a few drops in the bottle.” “Any particular color?” “Doesn’t matter to me. No, wait, red. Make it red.” “Cliché, but whatever. I already said nothing’s going in my fur right?” It was surreal to watch the blurry glycerin bottle unscrew itself in midair, and the dropper bottle of red disgorge a generous squirt into the clear goo. “Yeah, I remember, don’t worry.” She could feel the smirk pulling one end of her mouth upward. “I have a different idea. You know that stuff is an ingredient in a lot of personal lubricants?” She wished she could see the expression on his face, but the way the bottle stopped shaking in mid-mix was priceless all on its own. “…I think I’ve heard the phrase ‘always the nerdy ones’?” “That’s the quiet ones.” Lia corrected gleefully, holding in a giggle. He sounded nearly awed. “More like the sneaky ones. I thought you had some kind of crazy chemistry experiment planned.” “Not today. If I just put lube on the list you would have figured out early and spoiled the surprise.” “All right miss smug-n-kinky.” The bottle of fluid went back to jiggling back and forth, red tint swirling reluctantly into the viscous contents. “Lucky for you I’m not the shy type. But fair is fair, if you get a show I do too.” “Easy peasy, hot stuff.” She flicked one strap of her tank top off to hang around the side of her arm, gratified by the way that made the shaking bottle pause once more. “You’ll get an eyeful if I do.” “Can’t say no to that. Give me a moment to get these off and we’ll find out if this even works.” The webcam view wobbled. Lia assumed he was taking off his pants, a thought confirmed when a pair of jeans flicked into view from the side. “Hey, never thought to ask this before, but did these fade in slowly or all at once?” “I didn’t see. But if you set your computer at the foot of your bed while you do your undies, I’d be happy to find out.” More than just happy; Lia was surprised by the sudden dampness between her legs at the idea. Apparently she had a thing for guys stripping. Good to know, she decided. “…Kinda went commando today.” He replied sheepishly. Geeze, he was adorable like that. “I’ll move it so you can see when I start, though.” “Don’t get cold feet on me, bat boy.” “Still not a bat.” Whether or not her teasing had anything to do with it he showed no signs of backing out, pushing his PC back toward the foot of the bed so she could see the valleys pressed into soft blankets by his spread legs. “Buuuuut.” “But wha- Oh damn.” “Someone has bat and moon blankiiiiiieeeeees.” Lia sing-songed impishly. It was true, too, although the pattern on the cloth was fairly stylish. Like a tessellated wall hanging, the distinctively gothic scene fading into itself at each edge, castle silhouetted against the full moon. “It’s a birthday gift.” He said defensively, shifting on the bed. “I’da thrown it out but it’s really comfortable. You done trying to talk yourself out of a show?” “Sorry, sorry! Here.” She reached down to pull up the hem of her top. Hauling it over her head and tossing it aside left her chest covered only by her blue B-cup bra. She cupped them in full view of the camera, and did her best to pitch her voice low and sultry. “This enough of an apology for you?” “I think so…” Egan pulled the bottle back in front of him, popping the cap (with his thumb or other hand there was no way to tell) before tipping the bottle to allow a thin stream of dark-pink to flow downward. It pooled in seeming midair, a flat-topped puddle dented inward at the underside. Lia felt a little thrill knowing that was almost certainly the tip of his penis. The surface of the improvised lube was disturbed at the top. It (his finger?) pressed down, creating a downward indent in the floating ooze. “So? Can you see? I’m poking into my sheath right now.” “Is that what-” Lia cut off her question, fascinated by the visceral way the red fluid clung to unseen genitals, sheath shifting around invisible penis and finger with a wet, audible [i]schlick[/i]. “Yeah. I can see.” “That’s good. I was afraid I wouldn’t get any quid pro quo.” A drizzle of red ran out from the midair pool, displaced by the first swell of the transparent cock. It trailed down over the side and stopping short before trickling sideways over… Oh my. That must be his scrotum. “You’ll get it. Just keep going.” Her voice came out unreasonably smooth, she thought, compared to the tension she felt building in her lower belly. She felt the button of her jeans pop open, and only then realized that she had lowered her hand to the fastenings. “You’re staring.” Egan bantered casually. His cock, outlined in transparent pink against the air, was smooth, curved gently forward with a visible ridge of a slanted head to cap off the top. She could faintly see the outline of a finger here and there, gliding up and down his erection. “Isn’t it about time I get something to stare at too?” “R-right.” She jerked back, unhooking her bra to toss it aside and reveal her short-furred breasts to the vampire on the other end of her video connection. Pinching her left nipple between thumb and forefinger she shuddered, never looking away from the masturbating male. “You never did say what species you are.” “I didn’t.” He panted, hand moving up and down a little faster. “How about you show me something a little lower down while you guess?” The attempted smugness of his suggestion was undermined by his obvious arousal. Taking no offense at the mild pushiness (showing off sounded very good to her right now) she grabbed the webcam off the top of her monitor, setting it on the edge of her desk and tilting the lens downward. “Ummmmm… Cat?” “Nope. Keep guessing.” When she was satisfied with the view of her crotch on the screen- and when, exactly, had her other hand gotten under her panties? She had two fingers in herself without ever looking away from her monitor. Her chair would need to be toweled off. Or maybe replaced. She shoved her pants down to put the waistband around her knees, spreading her legs as far as that would allow to let Egan see her hand at work under her thin teal panties. “NNnn- Bull?” “You don’t watch enough porn if you thing this goes on a hoofer. Keep- hgg- guessing.” From the sound of his voice he was trying to hold back. Good. She wouldn’t want someone who finished too long before she did if they managed to take this to meatspace. Meat. He had a nice meat. It straightened out whenever his grip reached the curve, bending and unbending in the fingers. Which had accumulated enough dye on their surface to be somewhat visible on their own. Long, dexterous fingers yanked at his erection with increasing fervor. She pulled down the panties, revealing her ring and middle finger buried past the second knuckle in her hot-pink lower lips, nestled in her golden-brown fur of the prairie dog’s crotch. She was embarrassed by how her belly bulged out, worrying that she should have sucked it in. If Egan minded the extra thickness around her middle, nearly a constant for any prairie dog, his motions didn’t show it at all. If anything his strokes sped up. “What about… about lemur?” Lia knew she was reaching but a few too many neurons were busy with her pleasure to do this systematically. She pinched and tweaked at her breasts in turn with her unoccupied hand to heighten the sensation any way she could. “Got no idea if-“ He grunted, hand motions pausing for a good five count while he got the sensations pouring up his twitching reflection-proof nethers under control. The strokes started back up slowly, carefully. “-if that’s even close, but no. Lia, I don’t know how long I can keep-“ “Fine, fine, just… let go whenever. I’m almost there too.” Enough of the dyed glycerin had been pushed out of his sheath by the burgeoning erection to outline most of his crotch in a trickle hear, a smear there. One droplet collected wetly at the bottom of his ballsack where it touched the sheets. Hard to tell scale like this, but she thought they looked enormous. Big enough to handle one in each hand. She hoped they were that big. The prairie dog frantically jilled herself to that thought, wondering what those balls might feel like slapping against her belly. In her mind she was having this male fucking into her hard enough from behind to make those balls swing like that, bumping against her clit which she was rubbing at with her thumb in real life. She let the envisioned fangs sink into her shoulder hard enough to draw blood. She spattered hard against the smooth material of her chair, and hard enough to squirt her fem cum out and over some of the carpet as well while her folds squeezed hard enough to grind her finger bones against one another. Totally worth it. “Nnnng!” Lia realized she was staring at a point a million miles into the center of the earth, the grunt from her speakers filled with satisfied release. Miles away Egan was spurting very visible white cum in enormous quantities out of his tip. She watched in awe, clenching sympathetically a few times more in a brief encore to her orgasm. They sat at opposite ends of an internet connection, breathing hard together while they floated down from the plateau they had reached. Egan recovered first, by a few heartbeats. “Oh [i]man.[/i]” Exclaimed the digitally inclined vampire, pink-tinged hand shaking off a few gobs of semen. His voice was filled with exasperated annoyance. “What’s wrong?” Concerned, Lia replaced her webcam, readjusting it to point at her face once more. “Did I do something wrong?” “No, no- oh geez.” He reassured her. Not that she could be sure, but she thought he was shaking his head frantically. Certainly the hand he had been using to masturbate was waggling in a negating gesture, no doubt matched by the other set of digits. “I got cum all over my screen. Damn.” Lia broke down laughing. Uncontrollable giggles shook her chest while she wiped her fingers off on her pants. “You scared me for a minute there.” “It’s not that funny.” He grumbled pulling a box of tissues from some offscreen side table, one hovering down toward the camera. “If I didn’t use a keyboard cover this thing would be ruined- heck, if that shot there was just an inch over you wouldn’t be able to see anything.” The view shifted and shook while he continued cleaning off the laptop to the sound of her laughter. Both continued on for several minutes, each slowing to a near stop then beginning again as the absurdity of the situation hit her once more or he found a new glob of semen on some corner of his computer. Egan capped it off by asking, tentatively, “So… was that everything you hoped it would be?” “Yeah.” Lia sighed contentedly, leaning back in her seat with arms folded behind her head. If he got another good look at her chest out of the gesture, she didn’t mind. “Can’t speak for the rest of you… but what I saw was pretty hot.” “You’re a looker too.” He agreed amiably. The view moved up shakily, undoubtedly conforming to the return of his computer to his lap. “I’m not too pudgy?” The prairie dog asked, one hand moving unconsciously to cover her stomach. “Heck no.” Egan’s answer came without a hint of hesitation, causing her to relax into her seat. “Expected that the moment you said you were a prairie dog anyway. You’re [i]thicc[/i] in all the right ways and don’t let any guy tell you otherwise.” Lia giggled once more, a hot flush creeping over her cheeks in welcome relief. “Thanks. You know, I still don’t know what you are, except for the liquid diet.” “Oh.” The gap sounded like a thinking pause to her, as if he was deciding whether to draw out the tease. “I’m a rat.” She punched the air. “Niiiice. Sic semper rodentia, motherfuckers.” “You’re almost certainly using that latin wrong.” Noted the amused Egan. “Don’t care. Got off.” She shrugged. “This might be a little embarrassing to admit but I was imagining you biting me at the end.” “I was kinda trying to avoid vampire groupies.” “I was a ‘you’ groupie first.” “Fair. I suppose I could nibble, once we figure out the distance thing.” They settled into a comfortable silence, neither willing to break the post-orgasm comradery just yet. “…Egan?” “Yeah?” “As a rat, that would mean you have one of those long, smooth tails… right?” Dead silence. “…Are you saying you want more than one piece of me?” She could hear the smile as clear as the words. “You [i]are[/i] kinky.” “Welllll… Maybe I don’t want it in [i]just[/i] me. I might want some variety on my private cam shows if this becomes a regular thing.” More silence. “…Getting a little gay.” “Doesn’t get straighter than putting on a show for your girlfriend, right?” “I provisionally accept your reasoning. I’ll think about it.” “That’s the spirit!” Lia checked her watch. “I gotta go get dinner. Chat again tomorrow?” “Definitely. Don’t be a stranger.” All in all, long distance was working out just fine. [center]The End[/center]