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Vampire Furry Fetish

by Jonathan Quince
Friday, April 1, 2005 00:00:13

Furriness, we must confess, has long fascinated us here at Sopef; and lately, we have been overwhelmed by our darkest desires to explore the eroticism of that quintessential creature of the night, the vampire.  Our lusts boiled over when we combined the two and made some porn out of it.

[Photo: Vampire Furry Koala approaches Victim with Cock in Hand]

Ladies and gentlemen, be hereby introduced to the newest Internet fetish craze:  Vampiric Furries.  No longer shall you be restricted to yiffing your stuffed animals by day while roaming the night in search of long-toothed lovers; now you can satisfy all your kinkiest bloodlust and necrofurry desires at Sopef, the newly-rededicated site of the Vampire Furry.

We would be sorely remiss if foolishly we wasted this opportunity to whet your appetites; so allow us to present a short photo-fantasy, harbinger of our new focus.

[Photo: Vampire Koala Stuffed-Animal]

First, meet our evil antihero, the new standard of our lust:  Count von Quince, a stuffed koala vampire who somehow wound up becoming a Transylvanian aristocrat.  His muscles are strong, his fangs sharp, his fur so tantalizingly soft.  By day, he seeks merciful shelter from the radiance that is death to his immortality; by night, he prowls in search of sanguine satisfaction for his eternal thirst.

[Photo: Little White Teddy-Bear Damsel]

Our victim for the evening is a sweet damsel, a helpless ingenue, a tiny white teddy bear who has fallen into the evil vampire-koala’s clutches.  Only so recently, she was a peasant vestal who took long walks in open meadows, skipping through fields of flowers, searching for honey.  But alas!  A terrible fate has befallen her, for she has become prey to the evil Count’s ravening hungers.  She now lies chained in the murky depths of his castle dungeon, awaiting a horror worse than death and as inevitable as the setting of the sun.

[Photo: Vampire-Koala Masturbating Over Teddy-Bear-Girl Victim]

As he saw her chained helpless in his dungeon, Count von Quince was overwhelmed with lust in his furry heart.  His cock sprang to a massive erection, and he began to masturbate over his victim.  Her tearful pleas only further inflamed his malefic passions; and he cackled with glee, stroking his massive member as she begged through her sobs and struggled against her shackles.

[Photo: Flogging the Victim with Eensy Weensy Flogger]

To prepare her for the torture of his feasting, he flogged her well and goodly.  Her poor little ass turned bright red beneath her silky white fur as he put every ounce of his brutish power into flogging her mercilessly.  Her wails of misery shook the castle walls; her body burned with searing agony as fear welled within her, turning to panic.  At long last, her meat tenderized with culinary precision, she was ready to be put to service as both entertainment and dinner.

[Photo: Vampire-Koala Raping Teddy-Bear-Girl Victim, Preparing to Bite Her Neck] [Photo: Close-Up Penetration Shot of Rape]

Plunging his turgid koalahood deep into her poor little cunt, he clove her in two as he raped her in lust.  Her hymenal innocence was torn to shreds in one stroke, her soul shaken with terror.  He ravished her ruthlessly, consuming her with her suffering in an orgy of sadism.  Finally, as he shot his load deep inside her virgin womb, he leaned in for his feast:  Her snow-white neck awaited his fangs, and an orgasm of dark magic sated would now accompany his sexual climax.

Slaked with both the blood of her innocence and the heartsblood from her neck, as dawn approached, he lumbered off to a day’s dark slumber.

[Photo: Damsel with Lockpick, Wooden Stake, Wandering in Shadows]

Unfortunately for Count von Quince, our precious damsel escaped her bondage.  Her body broken, her soul tortured, she wandered through the castle in search of revenge; and finally, she found the ever-shadowy lair where the Count slept safe from the sun’s harsh rays.  Sneaking upon him while he lay unconscious in diurnal slumber, she drove a wooden stake straight through his vile heart.  Lo!  After centuries of terror, the Count’s loathsome reign was finished for good.

Yet the evil of Count von Quince’s bite had ensorceled her blood; and by the waxing of the moon, our damsel found herself reduced to gothic instinct.  She grew fangs of her own; victim once, Countess now and mistress of the haunted castle, she went forth in search of fresh blood to feed her hungers…

The End?  ###