This is just straight up smut.
Chastity Belmont is a character I made up years ago who I think is fun as hell to write. She's mean and slutty and kind of a bitch, and toys with people the way a cat toys with a mouse. Chastity is a Ghoul and the "Princess" of the Vampire Prince of the city. She's a Ventrue Ghoul and I put all of her experience into buying as much Resilience as possible, meaning that while she's only average in terms of damage, she can tank a rocket. I personally find that very funny, and it makes for an antagonist who isn't actually that much of a threat but is really hard to put down.
Pixie Stixx is an NPC Roomie made up to be one of xer characters contacts. She's a low level drug dealer and stoner, and all around alternative style bimbo. She's also a ghoul, and with no regnant specified, I made her the ghoul of another of my NPCs, the Kerberos known as Snuff Doll, a character based on the idea of "what if Suicide Girl was vampire???".
The two had one interaction in a game that fell apart, and I thought it would be funny to put them together.
Patricia Starken—better known by the moniker Pixie Stixx, which she came up with when she was getting wasted with the goths behind the gym nearly ten years ago and no one had the heart to tell her was stupid—was used to waking up in strange places without memories of how she got there. Strange men’s beds, usually. Sometimes alleyways. Once a Taco Bell bathroom.
This time it was a bed, but it was somewhere a lot nicer than anyone she’d ever slept with for drugs. Also, it felt like someone had shot her in the kidney, or maybe the liver, and knocked her over the head with a pipe. But that was okay. The bed was nice enough that it didn’t matter.
She reached down in the covers to touch at her back, and there were bandages around her body. Oh. Maybe she had been shot. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, and the bed was nice enough that it didn’t matter. The person in her arms stirred, and Pixie looked down from the canopy of the bed to see that someone was laying on her tit. It wasn’t the first time for that either, but it was rarer. She tried not to move the arm that was currently draped over this person. It did feel like a girl, though.
Pixie’s heart raced, and her lips peeled into a dumb grin. She had been with men plenty of times, but deep in her heart she was quite a dyke. It’s what had lead her to her mistress in fact.
Thinking of her regnant activated her instincts, and she couldn’t help but jump a little, which woke the thing in her arms. Oh no. The girl reached up and pawwed at Patricia’s breast with a hand and she let out a moan, which she tried to cover by putting a hand over her mouth. She was far too sensitive, and it had been far too long since she was in another woman’s bed.
The hand moved up from Pixie’s breast, little finger legs dancing along her sternum and collarbone, and brushed away her own arm. She then put one delicate, manicured finger on Pixie’s lips. That pretty little finger traced the line of her mouth, and stroked her jaw. Right where her big vein was. She always forgot what that one was called.
“Patty,” the young woman whispers, crawling up beside her. Mussed blonde hair. A familiar face, without it’s make up. Those pouty lips place a kiss just beside Pixie’s lips. “I’m so sorry I shot you. I hate when I’m mean to you.”
Pixie gasped, and it all came back to her. Chastity!
“Bwuh?” was all she could say, a dozen thoughts running through her vacant head.
It was kind of like a Scooby Doo chase sequence, a hallway of doors leading to empty rooms as one thought chased another. Her master. Chastity. Her Master. Pixie herself and how much trouble she might get in. But also Chastity. And Pixie. And a bed. Soon the hallway was filled with thoughts of Chastity, chasing her through the doors, the two of them giggling. Chastity was naked, save for the namesake pink cage she wore and the M91A1 in her hand. By the end, Pixie was chasing Chastity, stupid grin on her face and her own backbreaker tits flopping around unburdened. The two of them ran into an empty room right after the bed itself galloped in. Snuff Doll and August starred at the door when it slammed shut behind them and shrugged at each other. Then there were gunshots and sexual moans, and the two vampires doubled over laughing at Pixie.
“It’s so cute when that hamster wheel is turning,” Chastity said, leaning against Pixie’s breast and smiling. She poked the druggie’s nose. “But instead of dreaming, you could be here with me.”
Chastity shifts in the bed, and rises up, letting the covers slide back. She shows off her body, lean and taut and muscular. She must do a lot of running. She didn’t actually look like she was some Ivy League princess.
Down Chastity’s well muscled body, nestled at the crook of her thighs, was the pink cage around her dick. It was real! That made Pixie’s heart flutter. So cute.
With a lewd pant, Pixie hesitantly reached up and put her hand on Chastity’s breast. “S-soft…” is all she can come up with. She squeezes a few times.
“You’re such a bimbo.” Chastity teases, taking the hand and putting it all around her chest. “Do you like them? I grew them myself?”
Her breasts were still coming in, but they looked better than many Patty had seen. Well. She hadn’t really seen that many, she had very terrible luck with other women. But they were better than Mistress’. She felt guilty even thinking that.
But Mistress was somewhere else, and one thought pushed that away: Girl.
Remembering there was a question, Pixie shook her head several times, like a dog wagging it’s tail. “Pretty”
Chastity leaned down to kiss her again, her fingers quickly dancing along Pixie’s doughy little belly and down between her legs, where she began to rub. Pixie gasped, pulse quickening. That pussy had cost a fortune and here was the first time another woman was getting to enjoy it! Money well spent. Well. Mistress’s money. She was very generous with that black credit card.
“What do I have to do to get more than one word out of you at a time?” Chastity whispered against Pixie’s ear, licking at the lobe and pulling it into her mouth between her teeth.
“Oh, aaah~. Wow. Um. Wo-words. I’ll say what—whatever you like if you keep t-touching me, Chastity.”
“Mmm… that’s a good girl”.
Two fingers was all it was taking to bring her down, her body tightening up. That bullet wound really hurt, but vitae had healed everything but the bruises. She grasped at Chastity’s wrist and clenched her thighs shut around that lovely hand. She wanted to hold out, but oh, you coo “good girl” like that and who could resist?
Chastity was relentless, though, and leaned down where Pixie’s back arched and bit her tit, right below the nipple. There were several other bite marks all over her body, and clearly Chastity had unlocked a cheat code last night, because Patty was cumming hard. It was a fountain. She crossed her eyes and saw the Crone. She gave Pixie a thumbs up.
When she got her wits about her, Chastity was unconcerned about tipping her back over. She was biting and sucking at those breasts, leaving more little bruises. Mistress would be jealous. Pixie hoped.
“Welcome back, honey,” Chastity says, between playful little kisses and licks that are leaving Pixie’s sweaty body even grosser with spit.
“The Night Doctors are really something,” Pixie pants out.
Chastity giggles in reply, lazily enjoying Pixie’s body. “Oh, I’m sure there’s something to be said about skill from your partner.” Then she pinches a bit of muffin top and bites down on it.
Pixie reaches up and grabs the headboard, moaning out in agony. She pushes at Chastity’s head, but the other woman is relentless. Soon she’s shuddering again, and the Crone is giving her another thumbs up.
Chastity laughs. A playful little chuckle. And she brushes the hair out of her own eyes and kisses Pixie on her lips. Er, the lower ones. They twitch a little, red as can be. They are getting quite the workout.
“Did you cum again?” she teases, “from that?”
Pixie pulls one of the pillows over her face. A few muffled sounds are heard, followed by “Kill me now”
Chastity crawls up and kisses Pixie on her collarbone. “Oh, sweetie, I like to hurt you,” which is punctuated by a tight grip on Pixie’s breast that causes her to bump her head on the headboard and let out a moan barely stifled by the pillow. “But I’d never want you dead.”
Pixie lifts up the pillow. “I thought you hate me…”
Chastity crawls over her, knees on either side of her hips, straddling Pixie’s soft little belly. She pushes the pillow away and brushes sweat matted hair out of her eyes. “Oh, no. I just like to toy with you. It’s all business, Pop Rocks.”
Pixie ignores that she got her name wrong as Chastity leans down to kiss her, tucking her own hair behind her pretty little ear. She has stud earrings, little shiny rubies. Like blood. Although Chastity doesn’t kiss her. Instead, her thumbs move up to Pixie’s chin and pull her jaw open. She then opens her own mouth, glistening and perfect, and lets the drool drip down her tongue into Pixie’s mouth.
The druggie coughs a bit before she realizes what’s happening, but soon her hands are on Chastity, feeling up along her back. She eagerly swallows the spit, her own tongue hanging out.
“Good girl,” Chastity says again, finally placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Am I dreaming?” Pixie asks, feeling the soft skin of the princess beneath her more calloused hands.
Chastity laughs her pretty little laugh, guiding Pixie’s hands up along her ribs and to those little mounds. “Oh, of course you are, hon. Did you think any of this was real? You haven’t even had bottom surgery yet. Such a shame…”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. I’m actually very mean to you, I don’t know why that turns you on so much, but we can do whatever we want here.”
Snuff Doll watches her ghoul drool all over herself, sitting in the computer chair. The screen is on a data file for Chastity Belmont, and the ghoul has a hand in her pants and her shirt pulled up over those massive cow tits. Pixie Stixx has the dumbest expression on her face, and she even has a nosebleed as she murmurs “ooh Chastity, your ass is so cute…”
There’s probably work to be done, but instead Marilyn takes Pixie’s own cellphone from the table and starts to record as the ghoul makes licking motions at the air. It was so hard to find good help, and yet this is the ghoul out of so many choices that Marilyn favors, for Crone knows what reason. Well, the little blue haired bimbo certainly was cute, that’s for sure.
Maybe when she finally woke up, Snuff Doll would show her why reality is better than fantasy…