"Oh No! I've Been Bitten By My Girlfriend And I've Been Turned Into A Vampiric Shortstack!"

Trigger #120: The Sala City Vampire Cauldron

Organization Class: UUGGGGGHHHH, do I HAVE to!? But vampires are so, like, MID, tho! Aren’t they just a bunch of pale nerds with fangs? Can’t I just research werewolves instead?! PLEASE?!?! Uggggh, FINEEEE, I’ll do it, but I won’t like it.

The Sala City Vampire community, also called a Cauldron (like a Cauldron of bats) is one of the friendliest Vampire communities in the world. They have a formal agreement with city officials for voluntary “Blood Donations” and “Blood Drives” so they don’t risk harming the general population with hunting. You probably wouldn’t be surprised that many people are more than willing to line up to get bitten by a sexy vampire (I mean, okay, the biting IS pretty damn hot, I GET the appeal, it’s just the blood donation part that always makes me queasy, you know?)

There are two ways to make a vampire. One is when two vampires love each other very much- (See “The Birds and the Bees.”) The other is “The Midnight Communion”, (referred to in modern Vampire slang as “Necking.”) This is the process by which a Vampire drains another creature of blood and replaces it with some of their own. Similar to the “Moonlight Vigil” of werewolves, this process changes the subject to their ideal form and is seen as an act of intimacy in vampire culture, as well as a bonding ritual for life akin to marriage (Awwwwww <3). Bonding for life means even more to them bc they live a heckin’ long time.

Vampires have a variety of abilities, including super speed, super strength, enhanced senses, suggestion magics, echolocation, and full to partial transformation into anthropomorphic bats (oh hell yeah, NOW we’re talking!) , It’s debunk time. Vampires CAN walk around in daylight now thanks to modern advancements in magical sunscreen (SPF 1,000, anyone?) but tend to be nocturnal anyways (and I’ll give them this, they SURE KNOW how to party!) No, they’re not allergic to garlic (I mean, I’m sure some are, but not because they’re vampires!) Yes, they can see their reflections (just not in silver mirrors.) They’re sensitive to silver like most magical creatures, but more specifically UV radiation, fire, and being stabbed in the heart (But at the end of the day, aren’t we all?) Yes, they usually ask for permission to come inside, not because they HAVE to, but because it’s POLITE dammit! (Always mind your manners, everyone!)

To conclude, MAYBE Vampires are a LITTLE cooler than I thought they were, and obviously no less deserving of kindness and decency despite my overwhelming werewolf bias.

Transformation Type: TG, Vampirification, Furrification, Shortstack.

Threat Level: Benevolent. The Sala City Cauldron is no different from my own Coven, they’re just trying to do their best in this crazy world, they just happen to have a wicked case of anemia.

Subjects: Selene Swanson, 25, Vampire,  F, formerly Sal Swanson, 25, Human, AMAB.

Ana-Maria Luminita Tepes IIII, F, 26, Vampire, F. 

The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.

“Does it hurt?”

The question hung in the air for a moment as Sal and his girlfriend Ana-Maria exited the lobby of the Sala Cinemaplex and into the cool night air. The Vampire double feature they’d attended did very little to educate Sal on Vampire lore. In a crowded theater, Ana-Maria only managed to whisper the inaccuracies of vampires in modern media, but not the corrected lore.

Ana-Maria pondered the question, biting her index finger with her fang in that way Sal found so darn adorable.

“For a second, maybe? It’s not worse than getting blood taken at the doctor. Usually our vampire venom kicks in before you feel any discomfort.”

“Vampire venom…?”

“Yeah, it’s kinda like a sedative? Keeps you nice and cozy during the whole blood transfusion bit.”

“Ah.”

Ana-Maria smiled and took Sal’s hand, pulling him up her apartment stairs and into a moonlit rooftop terrace. Her perfectly ruby red eyes and ivory fangs made Sal’s heart melt as she turned to look at him with the intoxicating grin he’d fallen in love with.

“Do you wanna find out?” she asked impishly.

His heart skipped a beat.

“T-Tonight?! You wanna do it tonight…?”

Sal knew about “Necking”, at least. All of Ana-Maria’s vampire friends talked about it, making jokes about when the two of them were going to “seal the deal” so to speak. Sal was too scared to ask her about it, of course. He didn’t want to scare her off by moving too fast, or make her think he was just using her for cool bat powers and immortality or whatever.

She sat him down on her couch and lightly pressed her hand against his chest until he was nice and supine.

“Why not tonight? I think we’ve both waited more than long enough. That is, if you’ll have me…?”

He knew from her giggle that she could hear his heart beating ever faster with her vampire ears.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?” she laughed.

“Wha-huh?! O-Oh, yes, yes, please! I-If you’ll have me, I mean…”

Ana leaned in nice and close. Her breath mingled with the chilly night air and sent goosebumps up his neck.

“All I want is you.” she said, and his heart melted. He was ready.

Ever so delicately, she pressed her lips to his neck. A gentle, loving kiss, and then…

Two pin pricks of pain. His blood was hot and thick in Ana’s mouth. It tasted sweeter than the finest wine, richer than the thickest honey. To share blood with another was the deepest act of love in her culture. She couldn’t help but stop for a moment and wipe her mouth to say “Mmmmn, you taste AMAZING, darling.”

Sal’s head was swimming, and not just from the blood loss. A twinge of fear crept up his spine.

This would be forever. Like, forever forever. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of years. Spending that much time with Ana didn’t scare him, just the opposite. The past few months he had been anxious something would happen to him before she could turn him, and leave her alone and heartbroken for the rest of her eternal life. No, he could live with Ana forever.

But could he live with himself…?

He didn’t HATE his body. Sure, he was a little on the heavier side, but Ana loved that, and he was reasonably handsome for a guy.

For a guy…

Sometimes that love he had for Ana’s beautifully carved, marble-like figure wasn’t just adoration or lust.

It was… jealousy…

Sometimes Sal just wished he was something else. Maybe that’s why he’d been looking forward to being a vampire for so long? He’d hoped it would solve this private little problem of his. But now that it was actually happening…

“Okay, I’m gonna give you some of my blood now.”

It was magic or a miracle that Sal was still semi-coherent. Had she really drank him dry so fast, or had he passed out at some point…?

He managed a nod. Ana dug her fang deep into her lip, drawing a steady trickle of ebony black blood. She leaned in, and kissed Sal softly on the lips.

It was like reverse CPR. Sal drank of her ichor. It tasted sublime, like nothing Sal could describe, but also somehow just like his favorite mixed drink.

His body tingled as a river of life was returned to him.

Ana stopped for a moment.

“Uh, babe… not to be rude, but did you… gain some weight recently…?”

Sal drowsily looked down at his chest. Sure enough, fat was pooling there, expanding like baked dough under his shirt. Two ripe, plush melons blorped out of his chest and pulled on either side of her ribcage.

Sitting up too fast, Sal was hit with a dizzy spell, and moaned as his head hit the pillow again.

“Shit! B-Babe, I’m not sure what your ‘ideal form’ is and frankly I don’t care, but I HAVE to finish this or you’ll die, okay?” There was a twinge of panic in Ana’s voice. Sal just smiled dreamily.

“Hehe… fuh-feels funny… k-keep going…”

Ana nodded, and pressed her soft lips to his once more.

There was that beautiful taste again. It was as if Sal never had a drop of water in his life, like he was constantly dying of thirst, and only just now finally had something to drink. But he was still unquenchable. He wanted more, and he greedily gulped all that Ana was willing to give.

His cheeks felt warm again. His eyelashes fluttered like butterflies. Were they longer now?

His face rounded out more and more. His beard sloughed off his skin like a shedding snake, leaving only fresh, sensitive skin underneath. The hair on his head however only grew longer still, tickling his neck and shoulders and draping over the couch cushions like a curtain.

His pants grew tighter and tighter. Ana had to take a split second from drip feeding to unbutton his jeans lest they cut off his circulation or rip. As his feet pulled further and further away from the other end of the couch, his hips, ass, and thighs swelled to take up more and more of it instead.

He moaned, and Ana watched with wide eyes as his throbbing cock softened and receded until it was replaced with only the most delicate of flower petals.

Understanding the situation now, Ana smiled at her new girlfriend and returned to finishing the ritual.

Fur crept up Sal’s ears and arms. Her ears were pulled like taffy into long, triangular lugholes resting at the top of her head. Peach fuzzed skin weaved between her arms and armpits as a pair of vampire wings unfurled themselves. Finally, her signature fangs sharpened and pressed their way through her gums and tickled her tongue. She was ready to feast.

Glowing red eyes opened to greet the night sky for the first time. Everything was so… sharp to Sal now. The cacophony of traffic far below. The sound of Ana’s heartbeat, of his. The feeling of the breeze sending goosebumps across her new curves… wait… her new curves?

Sal shot upright, and it took more than a moment for the rest of her to settle. She had always been a little chubby, but now it was concentrated, in her chest, in her hips…

She could barely see her tummy past the massive tits that sat like mountains under her nose.

“Wha… why am-” she coughed. Her voice was so much higher now, soft and soothing despite how dry and parched her throat felt. “W-Why am I so… thirsty…?”

“Ah! Don’t worry, I have some blood packs in the mini fridge!” Ana bolted upright and within seconds a fresh baggy pierced with a straw was in Sal’s hand. She ignored the straw, and bit directly into the blood bag, drinking all the sweet juices out from the bottom. She sighed with satisfaction, and pressed her head into Ana’s shoulder. Ana was taller than her, now, and Sal’s ear sat differently against Ana’s slim frame, among OTHER things…

Finally full and coherent enough to take stock, Sal wobbled to her feet and approached Ana’s mirror. She half expected not to see a reflection until she remembered what Ana had said about modern mirrors not using silver. An adorably short and enticingly curved bat girl stood uncertainty in front of her, mimicking her every move.

There was a giddy feeling in her stomach, she couldn't tell if it was shock, embarrassment, confusion, or… something else entirely.

“Why… ahem” She was still getting used to her new voice. It felt like she’d inhaled a lifetime supply of helium. “W-Why am I a g-g-girl…?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Ana approached from the rear and wrapped her hands around her short and stout lover, sensuously running her hands across Sal’s every curve.

“What do you mean ‘you tell me?’” Sal asked nervously, heart fluttering at Ana’s fingers tracing across her snow white skin.

“The Midnight Communion reveals our true form. And apparently, your true form is an absolutely adorable bundle of a girl. You’ll learn how to control the bat parts better soon, but for now, this is a cute look for you!” Ana played with Sal’s ears like they were the antennae of an analog television.

“B-But this doesn’t make any SENSE!” Sal rubbed a hand to her forehead and took a seat on the couch again, ignoring how long it took the rest of her body to follow. “I mean, it’s not like I HATED being a guy. I just…”

“You just thought it would be better to be a cute girl?” Ana smiled knowingly.

Sal blushed. Sal had been called many things in her life, handsome, hunky, rugged, but never cute. She was surprised at just how much she liked it. “Well, I mean… doesn’t every guy think so once in a while…?”

Ana giggled again. “No, dummy, MOST guys would rather STAY guys. And you don’t have to HATE your body to be a girl. Preferring another form is more than reason enough to pursue change.”

Sal lifted her left tit. It was heavy, and enveloped her hand, but the weight of it felt… right.

“This… is probably gonna take some getting used to. And I don’t just mean the Vampire part…” Sal said.

“And I can help you with that, but first… I don’t think your old name really suits you any more, do you? Is there anything else you want me to call you…?” Ana sat next to her blushing bride and gently held her hand in hers.

“Well… my mom always said if I’d been born a girl she was gonna name me ‘Selene’...” she said bashfully.

“Then Selene it is,” Ana grinned even wider, flashing her fangs. A flutter at hearing her new name washed over Selene, and soon she was grinning too.

“So, Selene… are you ready for me to show you one of the many perks of being a girl, then…”

“Huh? What do you- oh…” Selene’s face flushed red again as Ana pulled down her girlfriend’s pants and boxer briefs, exposing her hot, wet sex to the chilly night air. She started slow, wrapping and dragging her tongue against Selene’s new folds.

“Hah-hohh… oh, wow…” Selene moaned as embers of hot sexual pleasure boiled in her stomach.

She could FEEL Ana’s smile against her slit as she continued, spreading her sex wide with her tongue. She could lip read the words Ana slightly mouthed against her own.

“Dooont Beeee Scared…. I’mmm the super sweet monnsterr with the suuuper sweeeet cerealllll…”

Selene’s loins were burning, but she still managed to laugh.

“Are you SERIOUSLY using Count Chocula for cunnilingus right now?” she giggled through heavy panting breaths.

“Are you complaining?” Ana said, eyes flitting up to her love, her mouth remaining right where it was.

“C-Can I still be a vampire if I always puh-preferred Frankenberry…?” Selene moaned as Ana licked again.

Ana shrugged. “I guess there’s no accounting for taste. Speaking of berries though…” Ana dragged her tongue against Selene’s round, juicy little clit. Selene’s breath hitched. She could FEEL every single taste bud as it massaged each millimeter of her glans. Her brain was ringing with electric ecstasy. She was almost as woozy and lightheaded as when she’d been drained of all blood.

“H-Haaahh… Ahhhhhmmm… Ahhhanaaa… I’m gonna… hahhhh… heeeee…. EEEEEEEEKKKK~!”

Selene came, screeching like a bat into the night sky. The earth shattering orgasm left her trembling with pleasure, the convulsions rocking her body like a boat in a storm, with about as much salty sea spray. She blew air from her cheeks in relief and went limp, her every muscle relaxing for what felt like the first time in forever.

“Fuh…fuck… fuck, babe that was… w-wow…” she managed between labored breaths.

Ana smiled impishly again. “Oh, that? THAT was just the beginning. Just wait until you feel what sex is like when I’m drinking your blood. Actually, we don’t have to. We’ve still got a few hours before sunrise.

Ready for round two?”

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to BearRodeo, my Test Readers, to VioletVelvet and Zoey for editing, and to all of my Patrons for your support!)

Editor’s Note: “We here at Transformstress LLC would like to state publicly that Mira Alcott’s views on Vampires do not necessarily reflect those of the organization as a whole. Vampires rule, and we are all very happy for the young (old?) couple! -Vivi