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COYOTE VERSUS THE SEX VAMPIRES By C
It was a dark and stormy night. Coyote was in the cold, mountainous nothernreaches of his hunting territory. The rain--really a cross between rain andhail--was hitting him with stinging force. He had to find shelter or he mightnot get out of this alive. Just as this thought occurred to him, he saw lightsin the foothills of Mount Golgoth, about a mile to his west. He put his headdown and grimly made his way in that direction.
After what seemed like hours of trudging, he saw, on a spur of the greatmountain, what could only be a castle! A soft yellow glow came from severalof its windows. He braced himself for an upward hike and painfully made hisway toward the squat, ominous-looking structure.
Finally, he reached the castle's main door. He pounded on this for all hewas worth. The door now slowly creaked open, its hinges squealing as if theyhad not been used in a century. More of the soft, yellow glow he had seen comingfrom the windows now flooded out onto the doorstep. He went inside.
He walked through one great hall after another, his wet feet making slappingsounds on the cold, stone floor. The light, he could now see, came from torches,set in sconces in every room he entered. But who had lit the torches? He calledout repeatedly, but no one answered. Every room was empty.
Finally, he heard, as if from a great distance, the brittle tinkle of harpsichordmusic. He headed toward the sound, through yet more empty halls and hallways,until finally he came to a door, from behind which he could hear the musicpretty clearly. It was strangely modern-sounding music for a harpsichord. Infact, it sounded like--Motown! ("Stop in the Name of Love," to beexact.) He slowly, cautiously opened the door (yet more creaking and squealing)and looked in.
It was another torchlit hall, with this difference: it was inhabited. Gatheredaround a big harpsichord in the middle of the hall, or lounging on couches,or dancing together, were thirty or more stunningly beautiful young women.They had blond hair, brown hair, red hair. They were white, black, East Asian,South Asian--you name it. Some were dressed in mini-skirts of various colors,with matching stiletto heels. Some had mini-skirts with matching knee-lengthboots. Some wore only blouses and panties (white or red), with white or redheels or white or red boots. Others wore teddies: white, pink, blue, yellow,green, etc., etc., again with appropriately colored heels. A few were unabashedlynaked, though they still had heels (this time matching their hair color). Beautyand coordinated footwear appeared to be their two common features.
Seated at the harpsichord was a woman somewhat older than the others, butat least as beautiful as any of them. She had astonishingly bright red hair.She wore a spotless white mini-dress, with white pumps.
As if on a signal, the harpsichord stopped its tinkling. The dazzling womanlooked over to where Coyote stood gaping, and said: "Hello, stranger!You look as if you need a place to stay for the night."
The girls around her began to giggle. One of them said: "My, he's cute.Fuzzy, but cute." "And so . . . gifted, too!" another observed,staring brazenly below his waist.
"Uh, hmm," said Coyote, feeling his face redden beneath his fur. "If,gracious Madam, I could just have a warm place to rest, and maybe somethingto eat, I'd be eternally in your debt."
"Eternally!" said the woman, and gave a throaty laugh. The othersall laughed as well. "We wouldn't dream of asking for any quid pro quo.Our hospitality is freely, and generously, granted. And no one has ever complainedabout it afterwards." She snapped her fingers and said: "Come girls, setup the dinner table!"
"Yes, the dinner table!" they all said in unison. Whateccentric, though lovely, ladies , thought Coyote. At justthis moment, his vision blurred a little. When he could see clearly again,a long dinner table had indeed been brought into the room and decked outwith a full service. There were seats for over thirty people. Savory dishescovered the table from one end to the other. The aromas of several differentdaintily prepared meats almost made him swoon. He hadn't realized quitehow hungry he was. He sighed and let his sodden backpack drop to the floor.
The red-haired woman came up to him and gently took him by the arm. Herskin was smooth and cool. "Come be our guest of honor, Mr. . . . ."
"Coyote--just call me Coyote."
"Quite," she said, and seated him at the head of the table. "Myname, Mr. Coyote, is Lucretia."
When he'd been installed, and she had sat down next to him, the others alltook seats as well. "Now girls," said Lucretia; "it's time foryou to introduce yourselves." So, for the next several minutes, Anastasia,Tanaquil, Theodora, Abigail, Bambi, Violetta, Rebecca, Siobhan, Solveig, Iman,Atsuko, Indira, Connie, Colleen, and a whole bunch of others made his acquaintancein turn. All had bewitchingly beautiful voices, and a penchant for giggling.
All this while, no one reached for food or drink. Instead, they looked athim and smiled expectantly. "Oh . . . do I start it off? Why, thank you," hesaid, and dropped an enormous leg of lamb on his plate. He cut into it eagerly.When he took a bite, he found it to be the tastiest, most tender he had everhad. "Thith ith delithiouth," he said, not waiting to swallow.
The girls all giggled. A few clapped their hands with evident delight. "We'reso glad we can please you," said Lucretia. "Please try some otherdishes, too."
So he did, then noticed after a few minutes that he was still the only oneeating. "Isn't anybody else hungry?" he asked.
"Oh," said Lucretia, "you've found us out! We all had a veryfull meal about an hour ago. But we didn't want to be rude to a guest, so weput on the best spread we could on such short notice. And we want to keep youcompany, right to the end."
They need to learn how to cook smaller portions ,thought Coyote, but he wasn't complaining. To change the subject, he asked: "Theselovely girls aren't all related to you, are they?"
"Oh my, no!" laughed Lucretia. "They're . . . how shouldI put it . . . my acolytes."
"Are you some sort of religious order?"
"In a manner of speaking," she said, with another throaty laugh.The girls all giggled once again. "We are devotees of the religion ofPleasure, and we dedicate all our waking hours to our god's easy service. Webelieve, by the way, that a woman can make no finer offering to Pleasure thanwhen she is pleasing a man--or, if the occasion demands it, a male coyote."
More giggling. They really are a dizzy bunch , saidCoyote to himself. Cute though . "That's, uh, great," hesaid. "I think we may belong to the same religion. Aside from feedinghim . . . what else would you, uh, do to . . . well, please him?"
"Just wait and see," said Lucretia and snapped her fingers again.Seven or eight of the girls jumped up and began to perform a wildly gyratingdance next to the table. Coyote's vision blurred again for some reason or other,and when his eyes could once more see, he noticed that some of the girls hadfewer clothes on then before.
When it was over, the dancers stood in a line and curtseyed, like littlegirls after a recital. Coyote clapped his paws vigorously and--he was thatcharmed by the whole thing--gave his wolf whistle.
"Quite," said Lucretia. The dancers laughed delightedly, towledthemselves off, and sat back down.
"The lamb's not too dry, is it?" asked Lucretia. Since Coyote'smouth was full, he just shook his head vigorously. "Still, I think youshould wash it down with some of this wine from our cellar. You won't believewhat a cheeky little vintage it is until you've tried it!"
"Thankth," said Coyote, his mouth still crammed with food. He tookthe glass she'd filled for him and tossed it in on top of everything else.
His vision blurred yet again. When it returned to normal, he looked alongthe table at the girls and noticed something different about them. They werejust as pretty as before, but . . . but . . . now he knew what it was! Eachnow sported a pair of fangs. Some giggled once again; some ran their tongueslasciviously over their new dental equipment; all gazed at him with somethingin their eyes that looked very much like hunger. He turned to Lucretia, andshe too was fanged, with a ravenous expression on her face. "Oh, thit," hesaid, and his face fell forward into his plate.
Hours must have gone by, but Coyote finally awakened. His mouth tasted likea dragon's litter box. He couldn't move his arms or legs, and he was so groggy,it took him a while to figure out that he'd been tied down.
In fact, he was tied to the dinner table, and was now the only object onit. He looked to one side, and there they all were, including Lucretia at thefront--sitting on couches and staring at him with a frightful eagerness. Theyhad not retracted their fangs in the meantime.
Coyote noticed something else about himself: an erection, the biggest he'dever had. Gosh, this is embarrassing! hethought . I may just die! "Youknow by now what we are, Mr. Coyote!" said Lucretia in a loud voice thatfilled the hall. "And yet, maybe, you don't. We aren't just vampires.We're sex vampires, an inexplicable but delightful mutation!"
"I thought you were created by a horny wizard named Shmendrake," saidCoyote. "He had a few cracks at you, you got tired of him, and . . . ."
"Silence! That's just a nasty and, I must say, really hurtful rumor.No . . .we believe that the Lord of Darkness and Shadows fashioned us fromthe ebb and flux of Nature, to fulfill some dark
purpose we can as yet only guess at! And we tear everyone to bits who saysotherwise. Let me tell you a little more about us . . . ." "Do Ihave a choice?" he asked.
"No you do not. Our fangs, though stylish, are really just relics ofa more primitive state of evolution. Mr. Coyote, we love ourprey to death!" This broad loves the sound of her own voice ,he thought. Well, as long as she's running her mouth,she's not killing me. I've got to come up with a plan . Just then,he turned his head away from his beautiful but vicious captors and glancedin the other direction, towards the door. Next to it one of the girls had laidhis backpack! Inside were objects that could spell salvation for him, and somethingvery different for the sex vampires. But how to reach the pack?
"Are you listening to me?!" Lucretia shrieked.
"Yes'm," said Coyote. "I've, uh, just got a terrible crickin my neck." He'd figured out a plan.
"As I was saying," droned Lucretia. "We love our prey todeath. In just a short while, one after the other, my acolytes will mount you,bringing you to higher and still-higher plateaus of ecstasy. Then will comemy turn. I will break loose in you a series of climaxes such as you have neverbefore known, climaxes that will drain you of your life force. We will sharethat force among us, my followers and I."
"That's despicable," said Coyote, trying to look and sound asnatural as he could.
"Everyone has to eat, Mr. Coyote. You should understand that betterthan anyone."
"You, uh, have a point, ma'am. But before the fun starts, I wonder if youcould . . . grant me a last wish?"
"Mr. Coyote, we'd be dreadful hostesses if we didn't! Just tell me whatyou need!"
"My chewing tobacco. It's in my backpack. A little chaw always calms medown . . . I hope you understand."
"Well," said Lucretia, "I think it's a pretty icky habit, but far be itfrom me to deny a coyote's last wish." She nodded to one of the girls–Atsuko,or was it Miao-Miao?–and the evil lovely ran over to the backpack andbegan rummaging through it. Coyote held his breath; the proximity of a vampireshould do the trick, but you never could tell with these Acme gadgets.
Suddenly there was a loud, roaring sound. Atsuko (Miao-Miao?) gave a littleshriek and fell back on her shapely derriere. Coyote shouted out to the startledvampires: "Aha, you evil harpies, prepare to meet your doom!" Thenthe backpack tipped over on its side, there was a sharp crack like gunfire,and a few hundred cloves of garlic shot out and skittered across the floorin front of the women.
Lucretia and her sexy minions stood in complete stupefaction for a few moments.Then they began to laugh. "Garlic? Garlic! You foolish boy, you thinkwe're vulnerable to garlic. We're sex vampires, as Ithought I'd already told you. None of the standard stuff hurts us!" Morelaughter from the wicked harem.
"Just you wait!" said Coyote. "There's more! Yes there is.More . . . a lot more. . . really." The seconds drew on, and he beganto believe that the Acme Vacuum-Packed Anti-Vampire Kit must be defective.Then came another explosion, and this time, hundreds of crosses shot acrossthe floor.
"Crosses! Crosses!" the sultry succubi shouted, laughing evenharder. I guess that's another one that doesn'tbother them , said Coyote to himself.
The backpack now bounced up and down, emitted pink steam, and gave off awooka wooka wooka sound. The voluptuous vixens were beside themselves withlaughter. Some had fallen back on the couches and just lay there, their sidesheaving, tears of mirth streaming down their pretty faces.
There was another explosion: several packages and a Swiss Army knife landedon the table right next to Coyote's head. Then another explosion, and hundredsof what looked like . . .yes, that's what they were, chives, shot across thefloor in the direction of the still-laughing vampires.
When they saw the chives, the laughing stopped. In an instant, their expressionschanged from hilarity to terror. They shrieked, their breasts trembled, andthey turned to run. The only exit, however, was the one doorway near the backpack,and it was blocked by an impressive pile of chives. So they ran instead tothe corners of the great hall or behind the columns that lined its walls. Therethey cowered, screaming and crying. Lucretia was cringing and whimpering withthe rest of them.
Of course! thought Coyote. The Sacred Chivesof al-Andalus! He remembered hearing somewhere that these knockedthe wind out of sex vampires, somewhat in the way garlic affected theirmore conventional cousins. He hadn't even looked at the contents of hisAnti-Vampire Kit when he'd tossed it into his backpack. It was lucky forhim that the R & D team at Acme considered every eventuality.
First he seized the Swiss Army knife in his jaws and used it to cut hisbonds. Then he grabbed two big fistsful of the Sacred Chives and strode upto the cornered cuties. They shook their heads; they wailed; they begged; theystamped their pretty little feet; but he was relentless. He slipped a chiveinto each girl's trembling cleavage. As it went in, each uttered a harrowingcry, then slipped unconscious to the floor. When Lucretia's turn came, shewas shaking like a sapling in a strong wind. "Time to join your girls," hesaid. One choked sob, and down she went.
While they were out, he checked the other Acme packages and then resteda bit. About an hour later, he could tell from their moans that they were comingback to consciousness. He had read all the instructions in the Kit now, sohe was ready for them.
"Get up," he said. And thirty or so fatal females climbed unsteadilyto their feet. He next explained that he wanted them to clear away the couchesand harpsichord and stand in several rows in front of him. They did so, forthe chives left them no choice. Now they held their heads down, no longer thehaughty wenches they had been. Lucretia, of course, stood at the front, herhead down as well.
"So, you were going to suck out my life force, were you? Well, let'ssee how you take your own medicine!" The women quailed at his stern expressionand harsh words. Some cried "No! Please, no!" One said: "Please,we can serve you, and you can enjoy us any time you want!"
"Like that putz the wizard? Hardly. Now where did I put those things?Here they are." He picked up one of the Acme packages that had landednext to him and emptied its contents onto the table. These were a dozen slenderwooden stakes. The other packages had more of the same, plus a big wooden mallet.
When Lucretia saw the stakes, all of her arrogance returned. "You fool!" shecrowed. "How many times do I have to tell you we're not like other vampires!A stake through the heart means nothing to us!"
"Who said anything about the heart?" Coyote picked up a sheetof paper. "Listen to Acme's description of its product: ' . . . PatentedAcme Anti-Sex Vampire Stakes. Slenderer than conventional stakes, and moregently tapered for easier insertion. Also 25% more absorbent. Guaranteed: theykill sex vampires dead!'"
Now that they knew exactly what was in store for them, the supernaturallove-toys began to scream and carry on even more than before.
"Quiet!" Coyote yelled. In response, they just stood there trembling,the tears sluicing down their faces. "Those of you who have panties, pullthem down to your knees!" Slowly, unwillingly, they slipped their undergarmentsdown their quivering legs. Many a pair of panties was obviously soaked.
"Now, get on your backs!" Down they went. "Legs up--that'sright: back, back, back; put your knees right up against your chests!" Theydid just that. "Keep your hands on the floor at your sides!" Again,they obeyed. "Excellent," he said, rubbing his paws with anticipation.
He went to the nearest girl: a pretty little auburn thing whose name heremembered was Colleen. Her breasts were heaving. She shook her head and cried "No!Please good master, no!" In response, he slipped in the stake and broughtthe mallet down on it smartly. Colleen screamed, and the scream lasted forseveral seconds. He pounded the stake again. Another prolonged scream. Thenhe kept pounding, till he'd hammered the thing all the way home. The hall echoedwith the doomed girl's shrieks, and the shrieks of the others, foreseeing theirown fate in hers.
When the stake was in as far as it could go, some of the talismanic powerof the Sacred Chive was lost, and Colleen's legs kicked forward, almost catchingCoyote in the face. She kicked and kicked, her high heels clattering on thefloor. As she kicked, she started to come: once . . . twice . . . then againand again and again. She also tried, with her diminishing strength, to pullout the stake, but that was hopeless.
"Ohhhh, Dark Lord!" she groaned. "The pain . . . the pain . . . and . .. and . . . the PLEASURE! Ohhhhhh!"
Finally, Colleen could come no more. She gave a last, despairing whimperand was still. A heady mix of blood and fay honey seeped out from between herlegs.
And so it went, until Coyote had staked every girl and savored the musicof their death-cries. Now it was Lucretia's turn. He couldn't help feelinga little sorry for her, on her back as she was, with her legs up and her exquisitesnatch exposed.
"It . . . it was a good thing we had here," she said. "Weplayed music, we made love, we killed people. It was great fun. And then .. . you came! You ruined it! You destroyed us! Oh dear Devil, my panties! I-Ilove taking them down, but now . . . now they're . . . down for good!" Andshe cried with complete, bitter abandon.
Coyote crouched down beside her and, for a few moments, gently ran his pawsalong her thighs. (They were as smooth and cold as polished marble.) Then hestaked her, too. One last episode of groans, tears, and kicky death-orgasms;at last, like the others, she was still.
Coyote collapsed on the floor and slept--for how long, he never knew. Whenhe awoke, he surveyed the rows of beautiful, dead vampires, their eyes wideand staring, their panties bunched at their knees. Once again, he was veryhungry. Unlike conventional vampires, who crumble into dust within secondsof being killed, sex vampires stay sweet and juicy for a long time. He atewell that day, and the next, and the next. Then he took up his trusty backpackand moved on.
THE END
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