Toothy

By Chew Toy

Karen has seen all the movies, so when she spies Holly Stonewater crawling out of a fresh grave, she knows exactly what that means: vampires are real. But what kind of vampires? When Holly bites her boyfriend Joshua, Karen swears it doesn't matter what kind, Holly must die again. But is Holly really a monster, or just a confused woman lost in a strange new world? Even Holly may not know for sure...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chew Toy
• Release date: Apr 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301213931

Chew Toy

Chewtoy has been writing short fiction about erotic mind-control since the earliest days of the World Wide Web. He declines to say how much it is based on his real life.

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Toothy

by Chewtoy

Copyright 2013 Chewtoy

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The bite was small, considering the size of the creature it had come from-- almost dainty. Just two small holes; though the angry red area around it covered the entire width of his wrist. Joshua couldn't suppress the terror he felt, looking at it; only his girlfriend's arm around his back kept him from completely losing his shit.

So they're real. Ben and Judy had only been brought in on the secret recently; Ben couldn't really be faulted for not having quite believed it until now.

Of course they're real. Did you think we were making all this shit up? Of course, Karen could fault just about anybody. Joshua was too frantic to blame her, either. So long as she kept her arm around him.

Ben looked down. So what do we do now?

We find that thing, and kill it, said Karen fiercely.

Her, Joshua corrected automatically.

Everyone stared at him.

It was a--

"You are not, Karen interrupted him, talking about that thing as if it was a person. It's a bloodsucking monster that tried to kill you."

Joshua nodded miserably, rubbing his wrist. He buried his face in Karen's shoulder, and she hugged him tight.

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The funny thing was that it hadn't hurt. It still didn't... or rather, it did hurt, but in a way that was almost pleasant. He would catch himself rubbing his wrist just to bring back that twinge, even though it made him wince.

He thought back to when he had gotten the bite. The whole incident sat very strangely in his memory, like a vivid movie he had watched but not actually been involved in. He'd gone out behind his house to take out the trash, knocked over a can lid, and reached back between the trash cans to get it, and... his hand had gotten stuck.

It hadn't hurt. It felt like he was just caught on something. Although he heard a movement, thought he had heard a movement, wondered for a moment what it would be like to be bitten by a raccoon, if he'd startled one back there. Or maybe a stray cat-- an adorable furry creature that was just looking for some affection and a bit of food. He really should