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“Gosh... he's so weird...”

“He's always sitting there, saying nothing... you think he's okay?”

“Maybe he's a little funny in the head.”

They did know he could hear them, right? Oh, who is he kidding? Whether or not he could hear them, it didn't matter. They would say the same words, spread the same gossip; belittle and talk down upon him, as if he wasn't there. To them, he was a ghost of a person: an individual who was always there, but rarely made much of a difference to justify his existence. He came in to work, he worked, and he went home; there was nothing left to be said.

Nothing left to be said...

His name? Thomas Dilbert. Or, well, just Tom. Yes, an appropriately vacant name for an appropriately vacant person. It was the type of name you would probably hear hundreds, if not thousands of times a day, and you'd instantly forget that person ever existed. Cruel? Yes. So, how do you think it feels for a person actually named Thomas? And Thomas Dilbert no less?

It's like the universe was trying to make him into the world's most nothing man. Seriously, when you hear the name 'Thomas Dilbert' you probably imagine some balding, middle-aged man with circle rim glasses, a pot belly, two kids, a wife, and he works in a cubicle.

He may as well have been born like that, in all honesty.

But, no, Thomas Dilbert was not some balding, middle-aged man with circle rim glasses, a pot belly, two kids, and a wife. He was instead a man in his mid-twenties, with no glasses, a full set of short, curly brown hair, and no kids and no wife. He did work in a cubicle though... so... maybe he was doomed long ago.

What else he had? Tired bags under his eyes. He was far from the liveliest man around, having this somewhat pale appearance to him. Not gaunt, but not exactly brimming with energy either. His brown eyes too appeared tired, all of which made him look like a person who hadn't had a good night's sleep in a couple of days. Well, more like months.

Perhaps even years by this point.

He lived in Document City, a place where a guy like him was just another face among thousands of others. Being a human, he didn't have the vibrant colors of certain anthros, and really, he didn't have the flashy personality of a person with actual zest either. He was just Thomas... Thomas Dilbert, and that's that.

Before him laid a computer screen that, honestly, looked like it should have been replaced several years ago. The keyboard felt blocky and chunky, the mouse had a roller ball in it instead of a light (seriously?), and he swore that the hard drive was screaming at him whenever he decided to move a file over, let alone copy it. But, hey, at least it had a more modern operating system, so that's good.

As the skyline of Document City turned orange and red from the sunset, Thomas came to a halt and looked down. He had finished jotting out another shipping ledger for his business; one of dozens he had written since arriving at work eight to nine hours ago. Now that it was finished, he felt his already slumped over body grow even more slumped, followed by an exhausted sigh. This was also then followed up by him placing his hands over his face and groaning, as images of his apartment filled his mind.

It was not a pleasant thought.

If he went home, she'd be there. She was almost always there. Sometimes she'd be gone for several days. There was a time where she was gone for multiple weeks! But just when he thought she'd be gone forever, and he'd be rid of her from his life, she'd reappear to torment him. It had been that way since he was a child, and it would be that way for the foreseeable future, no matter how much he hoped it would be different.

Tell me, what do you do when you're being tormented by a demon? Seriously? He'd really like an answer to that question...

As the time for his work shift came to an end, Tom rose up from his chair. Working in a cubicle like this, it was bland with white walls, and a very small space between him, his desk, and the exit. When he looked over towards said exit, he couldn't see the two office workers who were just gossiping about him. Going by the voices though, he assumed it was Kerri and Linda.

Maybe if he was a more boisterous man, he'd argue against them. Instead, he stood up from his chair and reached over for the corner of his cubicle where his jacket laid. Swiping it over, he hung it on his shoulders, then finished exiting out of his computer. Around him, his fellow coworkers were exiting their cubicles. Some were sticking around for overtime, and heavens, he wished he could be one of them.

But no. No no no no no. Supervisor Kim hadn't messaged him. Section Chief Kirk made no mentions of overtime. Tom was forced to go home, and nothing he said or did would stop him from doing so. Hell, even his body was screaming at him to go home, despite the fact that home was where his suffering was.

Still, the haggard young man made his exit from his office. All around him, his fellow coworkers were bright and vibrant, filled with an energy he couldn't hope to match. Even members older than him by a few decades appeared chipper and happy. And then here was Tom Dilbert, leaving the offices with this perpetual frown on his face and this forlorn look in his eye. He even moved slower than everyone else.

By the time he exited his office complex, he was the last person to leave. The lobby of his workplace was empty save for the night guards and receptionist, both of which said their goodbyes to him. He could only shrug his shoulders back.

Stepping outside upon the busy sidewalks of Document City, Tom leaned back and gazed upwards. All around him were buildings that were stories high, surrounding him in this jungle of concrete, steel, and glass. Cars drifted by on the streets, and the sidewalks were filled with other people dressed in business formal. Most were like him; heading home. Others were coming in to work. And yet, he felt all alone, for how could anyone understand his suffering?

Now, look, Tom's no fool. Even he understood that his negative thoughts were... dour, to put it lightly. What he needed after a long shift of work was a pick-me-up; something that would help reinvigorate him! Perhaps it's silly to be reinvigorated after work, but he'd take anything to hopefully reverse his negative thoughts.

Hopefully...

Lady Like's Chic Cafe. It was an eatery not too far from his job, resting right on the edge where downtown and the industrial distracted met. In fact, standing on McGuire Road – the road that separates these two locations – can give someone a sense of whiplash from the number of stuffy businessmen one way, and lively young adults the other. Tom was no different as he walked towards a storefront with a wooden architecture carved in a Victorian style.

The sight of Lady Like's Chic Cafe was enough to instantly enliven Tom, even if it was by a small amount. Despite being named a cafe, it was more like a pastry store thanks to its wide number of sweats and treats it sells. It made it a popular place not just for stuffy businessmen like him, but for young adults just looking for a good time. But all of this paled in comparison to the woman who actual ran the place; the titular Lady Like herself!

Yes, her name actually is Lady Like, with her first name being 'Lady', and her last name being 'Like'. Thankfully, she goes by her middle name more often than not, with that being...

“Oh! Good evening, Mr. Dilbert! It iz zo lovely to zee you again!”

“Heya, Memu...”

She was a squirrel, one of mature age and physique that put her as being older than him by at least a decade. No, no... she had to be older than that, being somewhere in her late thirties or early forties. And yet, with the vibrant smile on her lips and the charming makeup she wore, she easily appeared more vibrant and livelier than any of the younger girls who came into her store.

“Oh! Mr. Dilbert,” said the squirrel woman, her once charming smile shifting into a frown of concern, “Are you okay? You look zo tired.”

“I'm... fine...” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “I could just use something to drink... and maybe a strawberry shortcake.”

“Oh? Iz that all?” replied the mature squirrel... before smiling and nodding, “Right avay then! Hard vorking men like you zhould uze zome R&R after a long dayz vork. Zo juzt zit right there!” she gave him a wink, “And let me pamper you!”

“Heh... thanks, Memu...” he replied.

Walking over towards a booth in the store, Tom relax himself as his eyes stared up to the ceiling overhead. Memu's reassuring smile and lovely words were a boon to him... but a small one. He knew he wouldn't be here forever; he'd have to return back home despite his misgivings. Even now when he closed his eyes, he could imagine her in all of her nightmarish terror.

Why him? Why of all the people in this big, wide, spacious world, she had to target him? And why did she never get bored of torturing him? Couldn't she, ya'know, torture someone else? Even thinking about it was enough to make him feel terror!

It was her fault he couldn't live a normal life. It was her fault he was this sad, pathetic, nearly husk of a man. Since he was a boy, she's hounded and haunted him. And since becoming a man, she's made it her life's mission to make sure he suffer. It wasn't just at night; her sinister will extended to the day as well. Do you know how many times he's tried to tell others about her, only to be derided like he was some crazy fool?

Maybe he was some crazy fool. Maybe...

“Mr. Dilbert...?” said Memu from the side, snapping him from his thoughts.

He jolted in place and looked over, his eyes falling on the mature squirrel who wore a face of concern. In one hand she held a small plate with his strawberry shortcake on it. In her other hand, she held a hot cup of pumpkin spice cappuccino; a festive drink for this time of year. Seeing them both perked Tom up... but only by a little bit.

“Mr. Dilbert, you don't look too good,” said Memu as she placed his meal on the table before him, “Iz everything okay?”

“I uh... y-yeah, everything's is... is o...” he replied, before shaking his head, “Oh... who am I kidding? No, everything is not okay, Memu. I wish it was... but it's not... aha...”

“Oh? Vhat iz the matter then?” she asked as she tilted her head, “If there iz zomething vrong, then allow me to help you deal vith them. I know I may look young and vibrant, but I am a mother of three! If anyone can help a young man like you, it zhould be me.”

“I uh... I mean...” he shrugged his shoulders, “I... I really don't want to burden you with my problems. Besides...” scratching the back of his head sheepishly, he looked to the side in embarrassment, “I don't think this is a problem that could be so easily solved.”

“Nuh-uh-uh! Don't take that tone vith me!” said Memu as she sat opposite of him at his booth, “Helping otherz iz vhat I do bezt! Zo pleaze...” tilting her head to the side, she gave him a charming smile, “Tell me all of your problemz! I promize, I von't teaze you.”

Her reassuring smile and warm presence, both helped to alleviate his crestfallen visage. Tom was even bold enough to let a smile spread on his lips as he straightened up. Sure, everyone else made fun of him and his 'little' problem, but Memu was such a kind and bewitching woman that she could easily talk to anyone. Besides, it's not like he's not used to being made fun of for this issue.

“Memu... I have to ask...” he said as his face shifted into something hapless, “And, please, don't make fun of me when I ask this, but... do you... do you believe in monsters?”

“Monzterz?” she replied, her face one of genuine surprise, “Do you mean... monzterz that... live under your bed? Or monzterz like... evil politicianz and kingz?”

“Gosh... I wish I was just dealing with an evil politician...” Tom muttered back, “That I can wrap my head around. No, no... I mean... like... real monsters. Like a monster that lives in your bed, or in your closet. Like some sort of boogieman... or in this case a... boogie_woman?_”

“A... boogie_voman...?”_ she repeated.

“I know, it sounds crazy,” groaned Tom as he rubbed his head, “I'm not a child anymore, but there's seriously no other way I can explain it! Memu... I hope I don't look crazy or anything – and, maybe I really am crazy – but I seriously don't know what else to say! Memu... ever since I was a little boy, I've been haunted by this monster, this demon, this spirit, this... whatever! Guh... she would fly through my window, and then spin all night playing tricks on me. She would... pull my hair, poke me with a little spear, draw markings on me, and mess up my room! And when I'd wake up in the morning with my hair all messy, markings all over my body, and my room all ruined, my mother would scold me because she thought I did it! But when I told her what really happened, she thought I was lying, or just having a nightmare! Even I thought I was having a reoccurring nightmare, but no...” he shook his head, “This is all too real. That little monster didn't go away when I grew up. She'd haunt me when I was a teenager, she haunted me through college, and she even haunts me now! The only time I'd ever be free of her, was when we went on vacations or something like that! But no matter where I go, it's only a matter of time until she finds me, and starts tormenting me all over again. It feels like ages since I've had a good night's sleep!”

“Teeheehee!”

Giggling? Tom heard giggling? Looking over his shoulder, he stared over towards another booth where there was a young couple. They had overheard him rant to Memu about his little monster problem, and naturally found amusement in it. He'd be embarrassed, but this was far from the first time he's been bullied for his problem. Memu on the other hand...

“Ahem!” she said, loud enough that the couple heard her and grew quiet and looked away, “Zorry for that, Mr. Dilbert,” her eyes shifted back over, “Pleaze, continue.”

“No, no,” he mumbled back as he sheepishly stared up at her, “I've said all I needed to say. I'm just... being tortured by some demon is all. It's been happening for well over ten years now, and I'm at my whits end. Maybe there's something wrong with me.”

“No, no! Don't zay that,” she said in a reassuring manner, “I don't think your little problem iz zomething vorth laughing over or ignoring. Vhere I come, demonz and zpiritz are very real izzuez, and dealing vith them iz very zeriouz buzinezz. Zo, no, I don't think anything iz vrong vith you. If anything, I'm juzt dizappointed that you didn't tell me thiz earlier. I vould have loved to help you deal vith your problem.”

“Just listening and believing me is good enough,” he replied, again wearing this hapless smile, “I don't know what I'm gonna do, but hopefully I'll figure out something,” he shrugged his shoulders, “Although... a lot of the ways I researched how to deal with demons didn't really... end up well for me...”

“Oh no! No no no! Don't do that,” said Memu, “Trying thoze trickz online von't fix anything. Vhat you need iz profezzional help. Fortunately for you, I am that profezzional help! Here! Let me go get zomething that zhould help.”

Tom flinched, watching as Memu quickly rushed off for the back of her store. What did she mean by her being 'professional help'? Wasn't a baker/barista? That's not exactly the first person you'd trust to deal with your ghost problems, is it? It left him feeling conflicted. But if Memu could give him any help, he was appreciative. Hell, a part of him was even excited.

A good night's rest? That sounded too good to be true.

Tom didn't have to wait long for Memu to return. Bouncing towards him with this beaming smile on her mature lips, she had her hands behind her back to obscure whatever it was she was carrying. Quickly she swiped it forward whilst announcing--

“Ta-daah! Pretty cool, right?”

“Um...”

What was it he was looking at? It was small, flat and rectangular; a wooden little tablet of some sort which a person could easily wrap their hand around. The top of it had this pink and gold ribbon tied around it with a string, and on its surface were carved odd symbols. Tom had never seen them before.

“What is this...?” he asked as Memu hung the tablet before his face.

“Thiz iz a charm, Mr. Dilbert,” she answered, “It iz a very important tool in my homeland. Ve hang it up above our bedroomz zo that ve can vard off evil zpiritz. Ezpecially for children, vho are the eaziezt to be hounded by malevolent beingz. If you hang thiz above your bedroom, thiz zhould be able to keep your boogievoman avay!”

“A... are you sure...?” he mumbled as she placed the charm in his hand, “It's... just a small chunk of wood. It can't really keep her away, can it?”

“There iz only one vay to find out,” Memu retorted, “I vizh I could call our local vitch doctor, but they don't exizt in Document City. Zooooo...” she giggled at him, “Juzt truzt me, okay? I only vant to help.”

“I... hm...”

Holding the small charm in his hand, Tom tilted his head one way and then the other. It felt so unbelievable that this small wooden charm would somehow deter his 'boogiewoman' from torturing him. He even briefly paused, thinking that this was a waste of time. But when he looked up towards Memu's face, he saw this wide smile on her face. He may not believe it would work, but she did. And since she was the first (sane) person who believed him when he said he was being haunted, that had to mean something. Besides, what else did he have going on? So...

“Sure... thanks Memu... I'll give it a try,” he replied, a warm smile spreading on his lips, “I mean... heh... what's the worse that can happen?”

“Vell, your boogievoman could pozzibly reap your zoul. That iz the vorzt that can happen.”

Tom's face turned pale.

“Y-yeah... having my soul reaped would be bad... h-heh... um...”

…

Bleh... mortals are so lame.

When the moon in high in the sky and a cold chill fills the air, that's when you can feel the wall between the normal and paranormal begin to blur. The midnight hour has come, and if you were smart, you'd wisely be at home. Sure, in this modern age, the idea of being spirited away by a ghost, or attacked by a demon is not really a fear most have. But for those wise enough to know the truth of their reality, you'd never see them out past night.

Tom knew of this. Unfortunately for him, it made little difference. Not when she's around.

Her figure darted through the night skies, being so dark that it was invisible. Were it not for the bright lights of the city, she may very well have been nothing more than a specter. Though in reality, lights or no lights, her presence was an anomaly. No one could see her as she landed on the corner of a rooftop and perched herself upon it, all while wearing this devious grin on her lips.

“Keekeekee! Another day, another night filled with the torment of mortals! Hah! So much fun!”

Her voice – if one could hear it – was high pitched and dripping with cruelty. It was the kind of cruel voice that one would ascribe to an prideful princess... although the truth of her position was anything but. She was not a boastful ruler of anything, but instead a devious sadist, one who took joy in inflicting pain and misery upon her targets.

Gaze skyward and marvel, and then weep with sorrow as the conductor of your pain reveals herself! The great! The powerful! The malevolent! The diminutive! The Blood Rose!

Marie!

Her shadowy figure sat perched on the corner of the rooftop, gazing down upon the nighttime streets of Document City. Wrapped around her neck and falling down to her feet was a jet-black cloak. Its collar was tall and pointed, and it had this elegant design that would befit a Victorian aristocrat. Red streaks ran down its sides, and there was even a pointed red gem resting in the center of it. Beneath her cloak, one could hear the clicking of her high-heels, as well as the sound of... sliding leather?

Huh...

But that's all one could hear of her body beneath, for her cloak did an amazing job of covering her from the neck down. From the neck up, however? Well, one could see that this devious being had a tan muzzle, long blonde hair that was done up into an elegant bun, with a long curly bang hanging down the center of her face, a pointed black nose... and sharp crimson eyes.

Oh yeah, and her big bat ears!

But all of this paled in comparison to her height. That diminutive statement from before wasn't a jab at her stature; this devilish demoness was downright dwarfish! When standing as tall as she was now, the top of her head barely came up to a human's stomach! Not that she seemed to mind with the arrogant smile she gleefully wore on her lips.

Tilting her head from one side to the other, the cloaked chiropteran once more swept her eyes along the unsuspecting denizens that walked right beneath her feet. At any moment, she could leap down and wrought any sort of unholy atrocities upon them, and they'd be powerless to stop her! Just thinking about the depraved actions she could perform was enough to make her giggle with a childlike glee!

Fortunately for them, she had her red eyes locked on a target already. A man whose suffering was so great, so delicious, that she just couldn't stop abusing him! She thought she would have grown bored years ago, but no! The faces he wore whenever she took her long nails and raked them down his skin, never ceased to entertain her!

So once again like many, many times before, she took to flight above the ground. Hovering above her perch, her red eyes quickly scanned through the building before her, running along a modest little apartment complex. She knew the names of every person who lived in each one of those small, single-person apartments, but only cared for one. And around this time, he'd be just exiting his shower. Stupid man; what was even the point? He always showered again in the morning to clean off all that sweat.

The sweat she forces him to create when she's torturing him!

Oh yes, it was time to feast!

“FUAH!”

FWUSH!

Suddenly her cloak expanded, opening up to reveal the leather clothing she wore beneath. A leotard in shape, it exposed her wide, flared hips and thicc thighs. Hips so wide and shapely that they were perfect for rearing children, and thighs so plump and thicc that they wobbled with her every step. On her feet she wore these knee-high boots, ones that were also heels to add a few inches of height to her diminutive stature.

The leotard she wore was so skin-tight, so woven to her body, that one could easily see the slender and lithe figure of her upper body. Oh yes, she was pear in shape thanks to her wide hips and shapely butt, against her relatively slim chest and curvy shoulders. And while she wasn't as flat as a board, she was far, far, far from being busty.

Exposed to the night skyline at her back, the cloak of the bat suddenly separated into two, transforming into a pair of bat wings. They extended out from her back and gave a mighty flap. With another flap, she took to the air, hovering off of her perch before diving down towards the ocean of streets below. Concrete rapidly rushed towards her, along with her unsuspecting victims. But right before she would collide...

FWOOSH!

She curved upwards, her body swooping through the air! A gust of wind was even tossed up by her slipstream, sending trash and litter flapping about. And yet, no one saw her, for to the eyes of a mere mortal, she was an invisible phantom. Perhaps they felt her presence, maybe even a few with open eyes saw her shadow, but none could possibly fathom what they were experiencing.

Flying above, the phantom bat easily coasted between cars, around lampposts, and through alleyways. She was speedier than a bullet, and had an otherworldly level of control over herself. Even if someone could see her, no one would be able to possibly catch up. If anything, they should be thankful she was passing them by.

She had her target, and like a true creature of habit, she wouldn't stop until she sank her fangs into him.

And her quest for sustenance would bring her here, to Millside Apartments. Of all the apartments in Document City, it prided itself on being an affordable complex with single person flats. They weren't small... but they were far from big. Just a single bedroom, a living room with a kitchen attached, and a bathroom. Perfect for bachelors and bachelorettes who are struggling to make a dime.

Briefly, the phantom bat hovered above Millside Apartments, the full moon resting at her back. Wearing a sinister grin, her red eyes again grew bright, scanning the location in front of her. Just as she foretold, her delicious prey was just getting ready for bed.

It was time to strike!

…

“Gghghghghghggg...”

Casa de Dilbert. Ugh. Just saying the 'Dilbert' part takes away whatever amount of pizzazz his home could possibly have. Not to say it was taking away much. If the color 'gray' could have its own small, miserable home, it would be this place.

Emerging from his bathroom in his night pants and shirt, Tom's eyes lazily glided along his apartment. It was simple, with its modest TV, modest coffee table, modest couch, and modest chair. He had some things for entertainment such as his game console and laptop, but nothing about it was particularly over the top. You'd look at this place, and go 'Yup, this is a home', and never gleam anything specific about the person who lived here. It was just... a home.

Not that Tom tried to be flat and boring. The Dilbert family were far from being boisterous and flamboyant, but all attempts to actually live a life was often dashed by... well... you-know-who. It's hard to try and fill out one's life with vigor when they're constantly being tortured at night.

But that's where this little charm came into play.

Walking towards his coffee table, Dilbert grabbed it and raised it up. His eyes lazily dragged upon its surface, while his mind thought back to Memu. She made it seem like this protective charm could easily keep his assailant at bay. Was it really that simple? Well, there was only one way to find out. Besides, even if it did fail, it's not like this was the first time he's ever been tormented by that little demoness.

Holding the charm close, Tom entered into his modest bedroom. Deep down inside, he hoped with all of his heart that this would work. Or should he pray considering the fact he was dealing with something paranormal? Eh... whatever...

Mounting his bed, he felt a swelling of anticipation build up in his chest as he hung the charm above his mattress. And then... he pulled away. It was that simple, right? There was nothing else he had to do, right? No incantation he had to say, no mystical dance. He just hung the charm up, and then he went to sleep.

Gosh, it was too good to be true. But what else did he have to go by? Now all there was left to do was lay down in his mattress, wrap himself in his blankets, rest his head on his pillow... and go to sleep. So that's what he did. His lights switched off and curtains closed over his windows, Tom laid himself down in his mattress, wrapped himself up in his blankets, rested his head on his pillow... and closed his eyes.

Going to sleep was never difficult for him. He got so little sleep, that falling asleep was easy. No, it was staying asleep that was hard, thanks to her nightly antics. And as if right on cue... she arrived.

As Thomas slept in his bed, a shadowy figure appeared at his window. Her hands came over and palmed his window, while she stared through its clear surface with a sinister grin on her lips. This window and curtains did little to stop her, for like a ghost, she phased through solid matter to hover within Tom's room.

“Keekeekee! Such a worthless mortal,” muttered the phantom bat to herself as her red eyes ran along his slumbering form, “Try, try with all your might to sleep, you will never get a good night's rest. Not so long as I'm around! Keekeekee!”

Her wings giving another flap, she took to the air, hovering above Tom. Slowly she approached him as her red eyes ran up and down his unconscious body... only to stop. She felt something else in this room, something... mystical. Confused, the phantom bat's eyes ran around the bedroom, before stopping on the simple wooden charm hanging above Tom's bed.

“What the fuck is this?” she said, this mocking grin spreading on her lips, “Is this...?” she floated closer, “Is this a warding charm? Keekeekee! Holy fuck, you really are an idiot!” her eyes swept back down as her grin grew wide and sadistic, “This won't do shit to me!”

Grabbing the charm by its string, she swung it around on her finger like a child with a yo-yo. Soon after, the room was filled with her loud and mocking laughter. She even bounced around from one side of the bedroom to the other, yucking it up completely. All the while, Tom remained asleep, blissfully unaware of the demoness above him.

And then she stopped.

Okay, laughing time was over; now, the real fun begins!

Raising her hand, the phantom bat descended upon Thomas. Her claws then extended out, piercing the air like the world's sharpest knives. Her low, sinister chortles echoed out as she brought her hand back, and--

CLANG!

“Wh-what?”

Her blades were suppose to slash at Tom's chest. Instead, she struck a barrier. It was invisible, but briefly flickered when her hand met it. Confused, the phantom bat pulled back... and then raised her hand again. Maybe it was a fluke? Yeah, it was a fluke. So she brought her hand back down again, and--

CLANG!

The same thing happened. She slashed down, struck the barrier, and her hand wheeled back. Eyes wide, the phantom battle struggled to figure out what was going on before shouting out--

“What the fuck!?”

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Throwing caution to the wind, she struck at the barrier again and again, trying to destroy it so that she could attack Thomas beneath. And after several moments of this...

“Wh... what...?”

The young man's eyes groggily opened up.

Confused and dazed, Thomas laid there, staring up to his 'boogiewoman' as she failed to shatter whatever protective barrier he was encased in. Once, twice, thrice she struck his shield, with each attack being just as useless as the last. All the while, his head looked one way then the other, struggling to perceive what he was seeing.

She was here. She was here sitting atop him, striking at this... barrier? And the face she wore wasn't the same sinister and sadistic face she typically wore. Instead, she was just as confused as he was!

“Why!? Is!? It!? Not!? BREAKING!? GURRAAAHH!” CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! “FUCKING BREAK ALREADY!!!” Shuffle! “Huh?”

Slowly, Thomas leaned up on his bed, pressing his back to the bedpost behind him. Sitting there on his hips, the phantom bat's mouth gaped slightly as watched him straighten up. For several moments, the both of them looked at one another, confused and bewildered. Both wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn't leave them, for neither side could believe what was happening. It was then that Thomas rose up, his mouth opening as he said,

“You...?”

The phantom bat responded quickly.

“SILENCE!” she shouted, her wings flapping as she took to the air above him, “You ignorant mortal! You stand before the Blood Rose, Marie! Now prepare to be drained of your blood!”

Yup, that's her alright. That arrogant tone, that boisterous title, and that elegant name; he had heard it all for many, many years now. Do you know how difficult it is to tell others about his boogiewoman when she has such a flamboyant style to her? It's one thing to describe your personal monster as a truly eldritch being that's devoid of any humanity, one that tortures without care for the body and mind. It's something else entirety to describe your monster as a petite bat, one with a bottom-heavy body, and a colorful manner of speech. It was because of this that no one believed him when he said he was being tormented at night, not unless he greatly undersold her mannerisms. Even earlier he didn't tell her Memu about who it was who haunted him, just that he was being attacked by a monster.

And yet...

That did little to change just how terrifying she was. When he was a young boy, the sound of her voice was enough to make him wet himself, and that's not getting into how painful those elongated claws of hers were. It didn't matter if she was shorter than him; she was still an otherworldly creature who derived pleasure from his pain. And she did so gleefully as well!

But things had changed since then. She wasn't some unknowable shadow who attacked him without mercy, but instead this corporeal bat who was trying (and failing) to break through his mystical barrier. This was the clearest she had ever been in his entire life, and it told him something.

Marie... was very small.

Now, Thomas was far from the tallest man around, but he wasn't short either. He was average in height. Comparatively, she barely came up to his navel. It left him wondering...

How could he ever be scared of someone so small? Even while partially laying down as he was now, he still loomed over Marie! And with each passing second as she tried to break down his shield, he kept rising higher... and higher... and higher!

It was only then that she realized a shadow was being cast over her body.

Flip!

And then the lights turned on.

“Um...”

Marie's eyes grew wide as she came face to face with her victim, who in a reversal of roles was now the one looming over her. For Tom, it felt so good to see her be the one who was shocked for a change, with her gaping mouth and wide eyes. Briefly she tried to come up with a retort, a response, an anything that would help her regain a shred of power, but she was still confused as to why she couldn't break through his barrier!

Wait? No! Is it possible!? That charm? The one he had hanging above his head!? Wait! It was right here on the bed! If she just set it ablaze with her powers, she could easily--

Swipe!

Ah... crap...

Marie stared at the spot where the charm once was. Her eyes then traveled over towards Tomas. Grinning from cheek the cheek, the usually glum office worker was instead pumped up with vigor and bravado. She'd never seen him smile so gleefully before! It was downright appalling!

“Ya'know... now that I look upon you,” said Tom, this unknown sense of arrogance suddenly seaping out from him, “I realize that you're downright tiny!”

“T-tiny!?” replied Marie who with a flap of her wings took to the air, “You little mortal bitch! Silence your tongue, before I cut it out with my blade!” CLANG! “Gah!?”

Again she swung at his barrier, and again her arm was bounced back. The recoil was so great in fact, that she was nearly smacked against the ceiling! What the hell!? Why couldn't she break this down? Was his barrier really that strong? It was just a stupid little charm!

While she was trying to figure out what was going on, Tom sat there, silently thanking Memu for her aid. He was really gonna need to give her the best thanks he could muster for this! But until then, it was time for his own payback.

“Heh heh... heh heh heh heh...! Hahahahahahahahahhaa!”

“S-silence, you stupid mortal!” Marie shouted, her body quivering while her eyes darted from side to side, “You will acknowledge my superior power!”

“Are you sure about that?” replied Tom as he raised up further, “Because all I see is some small little twerp.”

“Glk!? T-twerp!? How dare you!” CLANG! “GAH!?”

Another strike, another rebuff by his barrier. But this time when she bounced back...

Grab!

“Ah!?”

A hand fell around her wrist, pulling her down. Marie flinched as she was put back on the bed, her eyes gazing up towards Tom's face. For the first time in a long time, she wondered what was going on in his head, because she knew it wasn't fear. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no no. No no! Tom? Tom was gonna enjoy this!

“T-t-take your filthy hands off of me!” Marie snarled, though Tom shook his head.

“If you're so great, then make me!” he retorted.

“GRRR! YOU LITTLE--!” CLANG! “GAHH!? WHAT IS THIS!?”

“Don't worry about it,” said Tom as he grabbed upon Marie's other wrist.

Completely held in place by his superior size and power, all the phantom bat could do was gaze around in circles, looking for any escape. All the while she wondered how her fortunes could possibly reverse so drastically! Never – never! - had he even laid hands on her! But now, he was holding her hostage, and there was nothing she could do!

Tom on the other hand...

Oh, a wicked, almost sadistic grin appeared on his lips as he held Marie down. This bitchy little bat had long been the bane of his existence, both in how she tormented him at night, and how her lingering actions found a way to torture him in the day! But now he had the upper hand! And revenge would taste soooooooooooo good!

Revenge? Hm... how was he going to take his revenge?

As he pondered his question, he took his time to look her up and down. For being such a malevolent little twerp, he'd be lying if he said she didn't have quite the erotic body. Her pear shaped form gifted her such wide hips and a fat fucking ass. Couple that with her leather leotard that hugged her body like a second layer of skin, and her high-heels that had such a fine point, and you have a shortstack dominatrix! Her chest could be a little bigger though...

Hmmm...

“Release me this instant,” Marie growled, snapping tom from his thoughts.

Looking at her face, he read an expression of anger and annoyance... but also trepidation. Marie knew that she was trapped, and her attempts to threaten him were just that; attempts. She couldn't mask the fact that she couldn't hurt him, no matter how much she tried.

And that? Oh, that was an instant boon for Tom. A part of Tom actually considered just... letting her go. It would be easy! He had his charm that protected him, so she wouldn't be able to torment him anymore. And, hey, if he yelled at her, maybe she really would just leave him alone!

Buuuuuuuuuuut...

When Thomas closed his eyes, he found himself assaulted with all the memories of her endless, endless torment. The poking, the scratching, the biting, the arrogant words! And worse of all, the chiding he'd get from his parents when they didn't believe him. All that pain and misery again put to the forefront of his mind the thought of revenge. And revenge would be so sweet.

“Tell you what,” said Tom as this sordid grin appeared on his lips, the sight of which made Marie flinch, “I'll release you... but... you'll have to do something for me.”

“Gulp! A-and... what would that be...?” asked Marie as she tried – and failed – to retain an abrasive tone.

“I dunno... how about...” FWIP! “THIS!?”

Marie was expecting something like a shout, perhaps he'd slap her, strike her, or worse... maybe he'd make her do something demeaning, like doing the dishes. But, no, what he had in mind was much, much different... and arguably much worse.

With a blur, and a shuffle, Tom pulled down his pants. There was no warning, no build up, nothing that could possibly prepare Marie for the sight of his cock. Her eyes grew wide and pupils small, mouth too slid open in shock as she came face to face with his manhood. It wasn't the biggest... but only because it was steadily growing big.

She could see blood start to pump through his veins, filling his member out more and more. With each passing second, his rapidly hardening length began to twitch and throb. Eventually, the doming head of his dick was pointed towards her face, with his slit just a few centimeters shy from her nostrils. He was so close, she could smell the soaps he used on his recent shower.

Huh... sea breeze.

“Wh-what the fuck are you doing!?” shouted Marie as she attempted to pull away, a shocked an embarrassed blush on her face, “Are you really that horny, you sick fuck!? Go and fuck some other mortal bitch!? Or beat off for a change!?”

“Don't you think I'd like to do that!?” he snapped back, “But unfortunately, I have this little imp constantly torturing me at night, making it hard for me to do things like find dates, or masturbate! So you know what!?” pulling back, a wicked grin spread on Tom's lips, “You're gonna help me with it. That mouth of yours that's always spewing out hot air? I want to see you put it to use!”

Marie looked around, again looking for some escape from this situation, only to come up empty. Her eyes then looked back up towards his dick... as well as the rest of his body... his broad body. His surprisingly strong body. Seriously, the grip he had on her wrist was as tight as chains! When had he gotten so strong!? He was chubby as a child, but now he was fucking fit!

Not without reason. When you don't get much sleep at night, it leaves your days surprisingly open to do other things... like get morning runs, or work out in gyms. Actually, it was his local gym that where he got most of his sleep at. Most people just thought he was crashing out on the benches from overworking himself. Oh, if only that was the case!

Gripping his dick by the base, Tom pushed it in and began rubbing it along Marie's cheek. The phantom bat's eyes doubled in size as she shuddered in place, all while his cock slid up, then down in these taunting little circles. Making matters worse, when she looked back up towards his face, he was wearing this expression of sadistic glee. Fuck! She just wanted to slap him into the afterlife!

But...

His grip on her was too strong, and that charm kept him protected. She was trapped until he allowed her to leave, and no amount of vile words would convince him to easily release her. So Marie turned towards him, begrudgingly facing his cock fully as she wore this frustrated expression on her face. She then raised her hand, and...

Grab!

“Oh!?”

Marie's fingers wrapped around his cock, and... hah... such a surprisingly soft grip. There was a firmness behind her touch, yes, but she could only muster up so much strength due to her diminutive height.

“You pathetic, horny mortal!” growled the phantom bat through gritted teeth, “I-I'll make you pay for this! Chu~!”

“Hah!?”

That... was unexpected.

Despite her abrasive words, Marie pursed her lips and planted a swift kiss on her dick. Immediately, Tom felt a shudder travel throughout his body and down his spine. Her lips were both soft and plump, so when she pressed in, he felt all of her.

Keeping his hand around her wrist, Thomas continued holding Marie in place while she got accommodated with his girth. Her lips gently parted open around his dick, allowing it to pass through into her maw. Sharp fangs and teeth gently grazed along its edges, while her long, long, long tongue cradled the bottom of his dick.

Marie's free hand rested on the base of Thomas' cock, keeping it aligned with her mouth as she pushed the head of his dick into her cheek pouch, causing it to bulge. Her tempo was slow, gently sucking on his dick with this pressure that clamped around him. But for as soft as it was, her face was anything but. Red eyes glowing, the phantom bat wore an expression of frustration and ire directed towards him.

Why did that face make him feel so good?

“C'mon!” said Tom as he gripped her head with his other hand and began pushing her down, “Get deeper! You're just fucking around, I can tell!”

This fucking jackass! He was trying to piss her off, wasn't he!? She should have bit his dick off with how he was acting! But she couldn't bring herself to do so, fearing what retaliation she may face thanks to that mystical charm of his! So for now...

“Mmph~ Mmff~ Mmf~”

“Haaah... shit, Marie... nngghh...!”

“Schlop! Shlurp! Slurp! Sluck!”

Back and forth, the plump lips of the phantom bat aggressively sucked on Thomas' throbbing cock. She made sure to draaagggg her lips along his length, tracing it upon his shaft, his veins, and coming all the down to the glands. Then she'd push back down, taking in a third... then two thirds of his cock with the greatest of ease. There was no chocking, no coughing, no wheezing; she could down his entire length if she pleased! She just didn't.

Her tongue too would wrap around his cock like a coiling snake. With harsh, taunting squeezes, she gripped his dick hard, batting left and right, before twisting and swirling her tongue around him. The feeling of her tongue going so wild on his dick, caused Tom to pant as he felt his limit vast approach him!

So... was now a bad time to say he was a virgin? Again, thanks to Marie's constant torment, he never had the chance to properly form a relationship with any one! Perhaps that made him a tad bit overzealous when he decided to shove his cock in her face. He was pumped up on vigor and desire; a desperate need to experience a release that she had denied him for so damn long!

It's only right that she repay her in such a way, right?

“Aauughh...! Nngggh...”

Still, this pleasure was something he could only dream of. Despite Marie's abrasive personality, her oral skill was surprisingly great. The way she licked his dick, sucked it, the pressure and the pulling, the drool that tangled around him; it was all flawless! And to top it all, she did it all whilst glaring at him with an annoyed and frustrated expression.

“POP~! Tch! Are you enjoying this?” Marie snarled as she slipped off his dick, replacing her mouth with the feeling of her jerking hand.

“Yeah, yeah I am,” he replied without hesitation, followed by a deep-- “Nngggh...! You're really good at this. Haaahh! You don't even have to kneel too far to... fuck... suck me off. Hoooh...!”

“Holy fuck, you sound so pathetic and disgusting with your groans,” Marie snarled as she looked him up and down, “Just blow your load already so I can leave! Mmphh~!”

“Nghh!”

Once again her mouth wrapped around his dick, now putting in twice the speed and power as before. Her head pumped back and forth, taking in far, far more of his length. Deeper... deeper... deeeepeeeerrr. Marie sucked him to the point that his cock delved into her throat, which tightened around his length. The feeling of her tight throat sent jolts down his spine and coaxed a deep groan from his lips, all as a sliver of drool began hanging from the crux of his lips.

Marie wasn't lying before; she really did find his groans to be disgusting. With ears like hers, it was impossible to not hear them in all of its vibrato. Buuuuuuuut, the same could not be said for the dick in her mouth. Despite her abrasiveness, the phantom bat couldn't deny the fact that his cock tasted good. It was salty, and his precum was bitter and heavy. With her sensitive taste buds, she could taste all the flavors of his cock, and then some.

“Mmff~ Hnnn~ Mmphh~~”

Her lewd moans and 'Shlopping!' lips weren't just for show. Against her better judgment, she couldn't deny how good this made her feel. Marie's eyes even glazed over... before growing tense as she realized what was happening. This stupid fucking heat was starting to pulse through her body, and her chest was rising up and down at a quickened pace. And worse of all, between her legs she felt heat and nectar begin to bubble up.

Fuck, was she really that horny that she too needed this? She could've easily sank her fangs into more desirable prey; not this punk who she's spent the better half of a decade torturing. Maybe this really was retribution.

From above, Tom continued gazing upon Marie as she continued her fellatio. She continued wearing that frustrated face, but he was smart enough to see she was getting into it. For someone being forced to give him a blowjob, she was doing a surprisingly amazing job of it! No biting, no choking, no whining! She even deepthroated him without him having to get rough with her! Again, if she really didn't want to give him a blowjob, she'd be as abrasive as she possibly could! That told him one thing...

She wanted this as much as he wanted it.

Well... he was gonna give it to her!

Grab!

“Hmm? Shlp! Pop! Gah!? Wh-what the hell are you doing!?”

SHOVE!

“MMMFFF!?”

With a firm grip on her head, Thomas shoved his cock deep into Marie's mouth... and throat! Her eyes grew wide as she was forced to accommodate his girth, as it stretched her out with ease. He was so big and buried so deep, that the outline of his cock was visibly bulging along her neck.

And he didn't stop there.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Nnggh! Yeah! Take it! Take you, you slut!”

With rhythmic thrusting, Tom fucked Marie's mouth like he owned it! His burly cock scraped along the walls of her throat, while his balls smacked against. But as he grew wilder and rougher with her, he could feel that limit of his rise further and further.

Ooooh, did he want to do it. He wanted so desperately to unleash his load right then and there, and fill out her mouth with all of his seed! But... no. With a greater resilience, he stopped himself. He had other plans for this load of his.

“Guh!”

“MMMFFF!!!”

His hold on her wrist tightening, Tom picked Marie up, once more flaunting his superior strength. The phantom bat's eyes grew wide as she was pulled in close, her head pressing against his chest while his hands fell upon her fat, plump, juicy ass.

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Marie looked over her shoulder towards his groping hands as he quickly began kneading and squeezing her butt. Soft blonde fur of her shapely ass was pressed against her as he grooved his digits through her form. This butt of hers was peach-like in shape, and also had this plumpness that caused it to wobble whenever she stepped. So when pushed up with his hands...

Wobble-Wobble!

“S-stop that!”

Her ass jiggled like jello, taking a few minutes to eventually come to a halt. A red blush dominated Marie's face, and she quickly swept her eyes up. Her gaze met the grinning visage of Thomas' face, as he gleefully indulged in lording his power over her.

“Having fun?” he asked in a snarky manner.

“F-fuck you! You disgusting mortal! Grrah!” CLANG! “SHIT!”

This was so unfair! He could grab her, grope her, force her down all he liked, but she couldn't retaliate in kind! All Marie could do was cling to his broad body, her hands wrapped around his neck and shoulders and face pressed against his chest while he continued having way with her fat ass!

And have his way he did. The squeezing, the groping, the kneading; it went on and on and on. His hands were so damn strong! She could feel the individual ridges of his fingers, even his nails as he began dragging lines along her plump flesh and gilded fur. And right when she thought he was slowing down...

SMACK!

“GURRAAHAH~~!?”

He smacked her ass with such force that her ass again began to wobble... wobble... wobble... wobble... wobble... it just wouldn't stop wobbling! And right when he thought it was all finally over... her ass still quaked! Marie's face was as red as a tomato at the shear juiciness of her butt. Thomas meanwhile...

“Heh heh heh!”

“S-stop laughing you prick!”

As he continued holding her up, he forced her legs to open up around his waist, wrapping around him. This allowed his long, thick cock to perfectly slide between her thighs... and caused her moist mound to rest atop it. Through her thin leotard, she could feel his hot and rigid dick grind against her sweltering folds, triggering this sharp gasp from her lips.

“Hyaaaahh~~~”

“Are you liking it?” Tom asked in a taunting manner.

“G-go fuck yourself!”

“Oh... heh! I know what I'm gonna fuck!”

THRUST!

“EEEP~!?”

Shooting up with his strong hips, Tom slid his cock against her pussy. Even through her leotard, she could feel how hard and rigid he was! It was like having this hot, fleshy pole slid against her cunt! And it didn't just stop there. Again and again and again, Tom thrusted up with his hips, sliding and grinding his throbbing cock against her moist mound. Each pump caused her body to bounce, from her plump ass up to her blonde hair. Even her wings fluttered!

“You really are enjoying this,” Thomas teased, making her grit her teeth.

“Y-you fucking dick! I swear, I'll have my revenge!” she roared with all the gust of a Victorian villainess.

That didn't stop Tom from thrusting of course. Her thicc thighs felt too good to grind against, and the heat from her cunt wrapped around his dick. Chest swelling, he gave a deep groan as more and more pleasure started building within him, with his balls starting to grow tight. Even his legs began shaking, forcing him to stiffen himself back up.

His eyes dipped down upon Marie's body, looking her up and down. She stared back, at first shocked, only to grow abrasive as she gritted her teeth.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” she snarled.

“Oh nothing,” he replied sarcastically as his hand trailed up towards her back, “Buuuuut... I think it's about time we got more comfortable, don't you think?”

“Eep... c-comfortable?” Zzzziiiiiiiiiip! “Gah!? S-stop it!”

For a monster, why did she have a zipper on her leotard? Couldn't she use, ya'know, magic to remove her clothes? Maybe she was just lazy. Regardless, Tom took advantage of this oversight, pulling down Marie's leotard to the point that its bodice slipped off, revealing her flat chest.

Her eyes swelled as she came face to face with her own small chest. Her tits were shapely and perky, coated in yellow fur, with hard pink nipples jutting from between them. And in the light of Tom's bedroom, they were glistening to the point that they attracted his gaze.

Mouth agape, he dropped his hands down and started to feel up her body. Palms gently stroked along her thighs and legs, squeezing her, groping her, all they came up towards her chest. With one hand, he could easily cup the whole of Marie's tit, gripping it tight, and causing her hard nipple to rub up against his palm. His strong grip caused her to bite into her bottom lip and stiffen up, while his hand began to roll her tit around and around and around.

“Haah~! Haaah~! Aahhnn ~~S-stop it! Stoooppp iiiitttt~~~!”

“Hmm... no...” he replied.

Bringing over his fingers, he gripped hard upon her nipple, giving it a tight pinch. The feeling sent jolts down Marie's spine, causing her back to arch and her head to tip up to the ceiling, all as her mouth split open with this loud cry of--

“EEEEEEEEKKKK~~~!”

Tom flinched from her reaction, surprised to hear such a thing leave her lips. He then started to chuckle, realizing that this was her weakspot! Her big, fat butt was one thing, but she couldn't take having her small, perky tits toyed with! So...

Fwump!

“Guh!? Wh-what are you doing!?”

Without warning, Thomas pinned Marie to the bed, causing her eyes to wide with shock. Above her, this broad human man loomed like a tower, wearing this sinister grin as he did so. A cold sweat was sent down her spine at the sight; he need not say a word, for she already knew what was coming.

Grab-Grab!

“Nnghh ~~~! N-no~! L-let gooohhaaaahh~~~!”

Nope!

Both hands seized upon Marie's chest, grabbing and groping her perky tits with his powerful palms. Hard nipples ground against his hands while he worked her tits around and around in circles, causing her back to arch and spasms to echo through her body. She tried, oooooh, did she try to fight him off, but there was nothing she could do. With his superior height, escape was impossible, and with his mystical charm, she couldn't even retaliate.

Not that he had to fear it. Tom was right; Marie's chest was her weak spots. The moment his hands seized upon her, groping and squeezing her tits, flicking and pinching her nipples, her body became as weak as a wet noodle!

“Yeah! How do you like this, you little bitch!?” he shouted as he abused her breasts, “Don't you know how long I've had to deal with your shit! Years! YEARS! I can't even remember the last time I've had a good night's rest!”

“Stop it! STOP IIIIITTTT~~~!”

“I don't even know how I was ever haunted by someone as small and weak as you! You can't even stop me from playing with your small tits!” FLICK! “Take this! And this! And this too!”

“GAAH ~~~! HAAHH~~~! AHAHHAAAHHAAAA~~~!”

Marie's body spasmed on the bed, twitching wildly as her tits were relentlessly assaulted. The sight of her writhing in such erotic torture, not only brought a wicked smile to Thomas' lips, but also made his hard cock throb and bounce between his legs. His eyes then slid down towards her crotch, gazing upon her glistening thighs.

Her nectar – so hot, clear and sweet – oozed from her pussy and stained his bed. Despite her contrarian words, her body clearly enjoyed the teasing and toying. Even her red face showed lust as she gasped for breath upon his mattress. Vulnerable as she was, Thomas took the chance to grab Marie's leotard, and pull it aside.

Aaah... there it was; her sleek, wet, pink, pussy. Honey oozed down upon the bed beneath her as the erotic odor of lust filled the air around him. With the way her folds were twitching, it was like she was craving his cock. Smiling to himself, Tom even licked his lips before reaching down to grab Marie's legs.

“Haah~?”

Dazed though her mind was, she felt his touch and looked down, where her eyes grew wide. Angled directly with her cunt was his throbbing cock! It was like this spear of meat with how long and girthy it was. Compare that to her shorter stature, and he might as well be stabbing her with a dagger!

“N-no! W-wait, you fucking idiot!” Marie shouted as she fidgeted in place, watching him come closer, “A-at least give me a second to rest!”

That word 'rest'... hearing it leave Tom's lips caused him to arch up and look at her face. Maybe – juuuuuuuust maybe – if she begged loud enough, he would have let her free. He wasn't cruel, wasn't evil. But hearing that word sealed her fate mor than she could ever know. Why?

“Rest? REST!? What do you know about 'resting'!?” he shouted back, jolting her in place, “Because I know almost nothing about resting! I only get to rest on the bench at my local gym, or on the bus to and from work! But I know nothing of rest when it comes to my bedroom!” he leaned forward, his face just a few inches away from hers, “And do you want to know why?”

“Um... b-b-because y-y-you're an... insomniac...?” Marie replied in a cutesy and bashful manner. Tom was not humored.

“No... it's because of you,” he growled as he leaned in, pressing the head of his cock against her cunt.

“EEEEK~~~! S-S-STOP IT!”

“I've wanted to rest for YEARS!!!” he roared again, “So for tonight – even if it's just for one night – you are going to experience what you've forced me to experience since I was a child! Now then...” he pulled his hips back, “Take in a deep breath!”

“No! Just slow--” THRUST!!! “DOOOWWWNNNWHHAAAAHAHAAA~~~!!!”

Ya'know, they say virgins do a bad job of penetrating at the first time. Sex isn't like putting together a couch; it's not like you slight Peg A into Hole A. But be it because of his anger and years of pent up aggression, Tom needed no aid. Just one thrust, and his burly cock speared her folds like an arrow penetrating flesh!

Were it not for his hands holding tight on her hips and thighs, Marie may have been launched off his bed from how strong his penetration was! In one thrust his cock pushed deep into her folds, the head of his cock kissing the entrance to her womb!

But it wasn't just the length, it was the size, specifically, the size difference. Marie was small. Very small compared to a grown adult like Tom. So when he buried his cock into her pussy, the outline of his length could be seen visibly bulging against her stomach and womb.

Marie had never been so full before! His hot, throbbing cock was grinding against her folds, running along her walls, and stabbing up against her womb! She could feel every individual edge on it, every individual vein, all as it dominated her tight, wet pussy.

Tight... wet... pussy... oh yes, that's exactly what it was.

A deep, hungry groan left Tom's lips as his cock was so greedily suckled upon by Marie's pussy. He felt her folds twist around him, clamp around him, mold around him. Every ridge of her pussy squeezed upon his dick, while her thick nectar tangled around him. The squeezing, the clamping, the milking; it all brought groans from his lips.

And then Tom began to move.

His hips pulled back, dragging his cock along her folds and making Marie whimper. Teeth gritted, the phantom bat gripped upon the bed sheets beside her head while her wobbling red eyes looked up towards him. She could read the desire he ha for her and her body... as well as the pent up frustrations that had all taken form.

This wasn't going to be quick.

“NNGH! TAKE THIS!”

PLAP!

“GRAAAHH~~!?”

His hips shot up again, sending a quake through his bed and making Marie lurch upwards. Her eyes swelled in size and a gasp left her mouth as she suffered a blow to her senses. It was this odd mixture being the pain of being so thoroughly stretched out, and the pleasure of being fucked so hard. And that was just from one thrust. What about the next flurry of blows?

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“HHAAAHHAAA ~~! AHAHAAH~~! HAAHHHANNN~~!!!”

“TAKE THIS! AND THIS! AND... FUCKING THIS!!!”

Tom's body became a machine, and his cock was the piston. In and out it slammed into Marie's cunt, virtually blurry from how fast he was going. Long hard and thick, sweat flowed off of his dick and balls, while every impact sent quakes throughout her thicc body. Her thighs and ass both quaked from the relentlessly flurry of thrusts, and each thrust caused his cock to bulge out against her stomach.

He spared her no space, no quarter! This was a fucking that had been built up for years upon years upon years! He'd only stop when he couldn't keep going anymore! Every thrust, every slam, every fuck, was charged with how angry he was! His body was even steaming like an engine as his cock reached its absolute zenith! And with one final--

PLAP!

“TAKE IT! TAKE IT AAAALLLLL!!! NNGGHH!!!”

Thomas came.

SPLORT! SPLURT! GLOORP!

“GRRAAHHAA!”

“HAAHAHAAAAHHNN ~~~! YOU FUCKING IDIOTTTTT~~! EEEEEKKK~~~!”

This wasn't just a mere creampie. This was the buildup of years of cum that hadn't been allowed to come out due to her nightly antics. And all of it was going straight into her pussy!

And she felt it! Rushing, roaring, racing! His cum – so thick and virile – flowed like a river without a dam, and all of it – all of it – went straight into Marie's pussy! There was so much spunk, that some came exploding out around his dick in white lines of seed and jizz! It spread apart on his cock and balls, stained the bed, and made a mess of Marie's mound.

But that meant little to the feeling within her womb. Breaching into the deepest areas of her cunt, Tom's cum rushed to full out her body completely. It was so hot, so thick, and so damn copious! Biting into her bottom lip and arching her back, Marie swore she felt her womb swell up like a balloon as he tanked the entire contents of his balls into her awaiting pussy.

Tom made sure to remain as close to Marie as possible, keeping his dick buried within the phantom bat's pussy until he couldn't cum anymore. And, yeah, he had a lot. Lewd 'Splort!' after lewd 'Spurt!' all launched into her pussy. Even when it began to taper off and lose volume, it was still thick, and still loud enough to be heard. And when he finally felt his climax come to a roaring end...

“Aaah...”

An orgasmic smile appeared on Thomas' face, spreading from cheek to cheek. He then gently pulled back, drawing his cock out of her folds with a loud and lewd--

Shlop!

Steam. His furious fucking was so intense, that visible steam flowed off of their bodies. Tom marveled at the sight, before sweeping his eyes over to marvel at Marie's form. So small, thick, sweaty, hot, and all as she wore this fucked silly expression on her face. Eyes glossed over and lidded, tears streaming from them, cheeks red, and mouth wide as white-hot breaths left her lips.

Fucking perfect.

Leaning back, Thomas rested against his bedpost while he continued wearing this elated smile on his lips. He did not know what to do now, but in this moment as he swam in post-orgasmic bliss, he didn't really care. Why should he care? Heh... this felt sooooo goood...

“Nggh... haaah...”

Marie's voice brought him out of his stupor, causing Thomas to rise up. A cocky grin adorning his lips, he brought his eyes down on the diminutive bat... where he noticed the steam that raised off of her had turned red. Confused, he pulled away and tilted his head, then slowly started to rise up. Tom opened his mouth to say a word, but she continued rising higher and higher...

No, she wasn't rising up. She was growing.

It was her wings he noticed first. Marie already had an impressive pair that could easily propel her through the air, but now, they were growing twice, no, three-times as large! Next it was her hair, which grew long... long... longer! So long, that it snapped free of the elegant bun she had it contained in, and fell down along her back and shoulders.

Marie's once small, pear shaped body had gained several feet of height. No longer did come up to only his navel in height, instead being almost his equal! Her figure was full too, with her wide hips and juicy butt remaining, but there were far, far more curves. Curvy shoulders, curvy waist, and a curvy, busty, chest.

And her face?

Her face.

Gone was the impish and cute face she once wore. Replacing it was something more mature, something more elegant. Her face was sharper, with thin eyes, pouty lips, and a more angular shape. She no longer gave off the vibe of a sadistic imp, but instead appeared like some young, devious femme fatale.

As Marie rose up on the bed, she stroked her hands through her gilded hair while these passionate and even relaxed groans left her lips. She even leaned her head back while the red mist that surrounded her slowly started to dissipate.

And then she stopped.

And then she looked over.

And her eyes... her thin... crimson eyes... were locked on Thomas' stunned face.

“What the-- URK!?”

Without warning, without hesitation, Marie's hand had wrapped around Thomas' throat, clinching around his windpipe and cutting airway from his lungs. He could only gasp and wheeze in some poor attempt to breathe, while the phantom bat started rising higher and higher.

“You fucking idiot...”

Even her voice had transformed. No longer was it the high-pitched and arrogant voice of her diminutive form. To match with her taller body, her tone was rougher, and deeper as well!

“How did...!? URGH!? How did you...!?” was all Tom could eek out from his voice as he gripped her arm, attempting to force her back.

“You don't whip out your dick and fuck a demon, without expecting some ramifications!” she snarled.

“B-b-but...! Rgh! The charm...! Grrk!”

“What? The charm?” replied Marie as she raised her other hand, “You mean this charm?”

Around her index finger, hanging on her extended claw, was the charm given to him by Memu. Tom's eyes grew wide at the sight of it, and he looked over to face Marie, who stared back with this wicked grin on her lips.

“You got too overzealous, Thomas,” she growled, “You should've paid attention. Your barriers gone. And to make sure of it...”

Fwoosh!

With the use of her otherworldly power, Marie caused his protective charm to suddenly erupt into flames. Tom's eyes widened at the sight of it, as his one hope for defense turned into ashes. Once there was nothing left, the phantom bat dropped her hand, and glared at him.

Sitting there, her hand around his neck, Thomas felt a cold sweat break down his brow. A flurry of emotions ran through his mind, the most of which being regret. He should have tossed her out of the window once he knew his charm worked! Instead, he let his own vengeful feelings get the best of him, causing the tables to once again turn in her favor.

“Grlrk!? N-now what...?” he growled, causing Marie to tilt her head.

“Hmm... good question,” she replied with this wry grin, “You subjugated me to a great humiliation! I was overpowered by a mortal! Tch! I'm going to make you pay for that!” she leaned in, “Turnabout is fair play, isn't it?”

Push!

“Gah!?”

Releasing her hold on his neck, Marie knocked Tom over upon his back. He laid there, eyes wide and mouth agape while the phantom bat positioned herself above him. Now that she had power over him, her usual arrogant personality had returned, driving her to sway her hips left and right with these erotic movements.

No good! For some reason, her straddling his hips felt like he was being pressed down by tons upon tons of weight! It made it impossible for him to move so long as she was there, hanging above him with this sinister grin on her lips. All Tom could eek out were little movements and struggling... that is until Marie locked her legs over his sides.

“Stop it!” she snarled, “Didn't you listen before? It's my turn.”

Mirroring what he did to her, Marie reached down and grabbed Tom's wrists, clinching them tight. She then brought them over towards her hips, where she clamped her hands over top his. This was not an offering however. He tried to pull his hands away, but it was like he was stuck to her via some sort of glue. Tom's eyes widened from the sight and the feeling, while Marie giggled and grin.

“Keekeekee! Just enjoy the ride, you fucking mortal,” said the phantom bat in a teasing manner.

His cock laid between the crevice of her ass, grinding between her sumptuous cheeks. This big, plump, shapely butt was far better attuned to her larger, more voluptuous body. When she shook her hips again, her juicy cheeks 'Clapped!' around his cock, drawing a deep moan from her lips.

“Marie...” Tom whispered, to which she shook her head.

“Remain silent, Thomas,” she ordered whilst reaching down and grabbing his cock, “I can't believe some mortal like you has such a big cock. And you don't even know how to use it! You swing your hips like some wild ape! Truly, all you mortals are nothing more than primal beasts.”

Raising her hips up, Marie pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, coaxing a sharp gasp from Tom's lips. Ears twitching, the phantom bat looked up at him and chuckled, before shaking her head.

“I'm gonna teach your dick a fucking lesson,” she growled, “Now, get rea--” Puuuuuussshh!!! “Dddyyyyyyyy!!! Nngghhaaaahhaa~~~!”

Just like before, his cock slid right into her greedy snatch. And just like before, it was fucking perfect! Her pussy wrapped around his length like a second-layer of skin, squeezing him, grinding against him, suckling upon him. Tom bit into his bottom lip, but nothing could stop the groans of pleasure that left his lips.

“Keekeekee! I love the sound of your voice? It's so pathetic! Keekeekee!” she then looked down between her legs as her tight pussy pushed down until her pelvis met his, “Haaahaha~! Fuck...! Nngghhaaa~ it's... so biiiigg~~!”

A sordid grin spread out on Marie's lips as her pussy continued to suckle down on his dick. For several moments, all the two did were moan and groan, getting used to this feeling. Especially for the bat. There's a big difference between getting fucked as a small imp, and getting fucked as a voluptuous woman.

And she was going to teach him this big difference.

Reaching down, Marie placed her hands on Tom's chest, holding and pinning him in place as her hips began rising up and down. That gave her free access to raise her hips up, and--

PLAP! PLAT! PAT! PLAP!

“Nggh! Haah! Haah!”

“Yeah! Keekeekeee! Yeeeaah! Keep moaning you fucking mortal~!”

Up and down at a steady pace, Marie dropped her body down on his cock. And the difference between how they fucked was like night and day. Marie was right; being a virgin, all Tom could do was swing his hips without style or finesse; just raw power. But the phantom bat knew how to use her body, and – more importantly – she knew how to please a man. Her hips swayed up, swiveled down, and she had no qualms using the full weight of her fuller body to overwhelm him. The ridges of her cunt squeezed upon the folds of his length, running along them; from the base, up the shaft, and to the glands.

Thomas' back arched up off his bed and his mouth split open, groaning out to his bedroom as Marie's superior pussy overwhelmed his dick. Seeing him melt with such pleasure, an impish and haughty laugh left the phantom bat; gleefully indulging in his pleasurable suffering. All she needed to do was twist her pussy down, and--

“EEEP!?”

“H-huh?”

And... her eyes suddenly grew wide? As wide as saucers, no less?

For a moment, the both of them came to a halt. Thomas looked up, confused and shocked. Marie looked back, equally as confused and shocked, before averting her eyes. He didn't know it, but that last twist down caused his cock to brush against her g-spot. And when it did, it was like her body was zapped by lightning.

But this was more than just an accident. Thomas' grip on Marie's body was no longer as tight as it was before. Whatever magic she used to magnetize his hand to her hips had been weakened when she accidentally struck her g-spot. It wasn't completely gone, just not as strong.

But Tom was a smart man. Instead of immediately wresting his hands free of his body, he actually grabbed her harder to keep up the ruse. Marie meanwhile placed her hands on her face and brushed back her hair, unaware of what was going on. Quickly she regained her domineering allure, even painting an arrogant grin on her lips as she looked back down on him.

“Let's continue!”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

At a quicker and stronger pace than before, Marie slammed her hips down on Thomas' waist, sending quakes throughout the bed. He gritted his teeth and groaned as her pussy suckled down around his dick, nearly overwhelming him with how strong she was. It was clear to him that she was building up to that crescendo. If he didn't mount a counterattack soon, he'd cum into her awaiting pussy!

Now was the time to make his move.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! THWAP!

“GAAUH~~~!?”

His hold on her sides as hard as possible, Tom thrusted up with her hips. Marie's eyes doubled in size and a shocked cry left her lips as she was was launched up off his body. When she settled back down, her red eyes glared at him, and an annoyed snarl left her lips.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing, you stupid mortal!?” she shouted, “This is my--” THWAP! “HAAAHAHAAAA~~~!?”

Another thrust of his hips cut Marie off and made her see stars. Tom didn't know it, but his cock had pounded against her g-spot, causing her mind and her magic to again weaken. He could feel his hands lose their magnetism completely, but he didn't pull away. Seizing on this opportunity, he pulled his hips back fully and--

THWAPTHWAPTHAWPTHWAP!!!

Marie was right; all he was good for was swinging his hips like a wild ape. But, damn, could this wild ape fucking fuck.

Marie's spine arched up and her tits bounced hard as Thomas launched his dick in and out of her tight pussy. She'd been fucked before, not only by him, but by others. And yet this mortal's cock was starting to beat down her defenses! Marie couldn't believe it; she was seeing stars!

“FUAAAAHHAAAAAHHAAHHNN~~~!”

The sight of her illustrious body, glowing in the light of his bedroom, bouncing up and down as a visage of sheer pleasure adorned her face, was a sight to behold. His every thrust sent quivering quakes through Marie's form, causing her hair to fly up and down, and making her busty tits bounce so hard that that they--

CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP!!!

Slammed against her chest, triggering this lewd noise that bounced into his ears.

“Yeah! How does this feel, Marie!” Thomas shouted as he gritted his teeth.

“F-f-fuck you!” she shouted back whilst biting her fangs into her bottom lip, “You're just swinging like a wild animal! N-no one would feel pleasure from this!”

“Oh really?”

“Yes! Really!”

“Then... take this!”

Tom's hands slid around to the front of Marie's body, where he once more grabbed a hold of her tits. He may not know where to locate her g-spot – or even what a g-spot was – but he did know how vulnerable her tits were! Grabbing a hold of her now bigger and larger bust, his fingers sank in and he began groping them. Around and around and around he worked her tits, even using one of his hands to flick and pinch her nipples. And he did so while still thrusting his cock into her tight cunt.

Marie's eyes grew wide as her sensitive bosom was thoroughly toyed with. A sliver of drool even began oozing down her lips! She was trying to keep her body in check, trying not to be overwhelmed by this stupid mortal and his stupid cock! But there was nothing she could do! Her body betrayed her, indulging in the pleasure of feeling his cock slam into her cunt!

She... just... couldn't... take it... ANYMORE!!!

“HAAAAHHAAAHHHNN~~~!?”

SQUIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTT!!!

Thrusting up with her hips, Marie launched her feminine jizz in an arch all over Tom's face and chest, marring him. It was clear, bright, and so damn thick! Fragrant too; the odor of her orgasm quickly mixed with the smells of sweat and their previous orgasms. All the while, the phantom bat wore a face of shear bliss.

She couldn't believe it. This orgasm was so damn explosive! And it was by Tom!?

Speaking of Tom...

GLRRRK! GRRRRK! GLRRK!!! SPLURT SPURRTT SPURRRRT!!!

Deep in her greedy pussy, Thomas' cock expanded, and he unleashed a relentless torrent of seed inside of her. It was a volume equal too, if not greater than the one he tanked inside of her before! And with his cock in the wall, all of his spunk would be trapped in her cunt, unable to go anywhere. Only a small amount of seed trailed down his dick, like some sinful crawl to cap off their dubious coupling.

Marie collapsed over, falling atop Tom's body as she gasped for breath. He too was gasping and panting for breath as the two struggled to catch their breath following their tryst. They scrambled briefly, struggling to think... before Marie leaned up.

And that red mist began flowing from her body.

Oh.

Oh shit.

Oh right.

Oh shit.

She did get stronger because of his cum, right? It seemed to empower her? Almost like she wasn't an imp, or just a meager demon... but a succubus. And even though he briefly overpowered her, he used that time to – again – cum full-force inside of her. Ya'know... like a fucking idiot!

He might as well have wrapped a noose around his neck!

Slowly, Marie moved upright on Thomas' cock. There were no further transformations, but her personality seemed to perform a complete 180 from before. No longer was she exhausted and gasping for breath, nor was she that haughty, arrogant little imp that tortured him. No, she was more restrained; her anger more subtle and underplayed. She glared at him, her red eyes glowing like a malicious flame was billowing from within them. Tom grew tense, then pulled back, while his face grew sheepish.

“S-sorry...?” he said, to which she shook her head.

“Apologies will get you nowhere...” she growled back as she placed her hands on his shoulders, pinning him in place, “Tell me, Thomas, do you know what the Blood Rose is?”

“The... Blood Rose...?” he repeated, having never heard of such a term before.

“Good...” a smirk adorned her lips, “Let me show you.”

Her mouth opened wide.

BITE!

…

Ya'know what's the worst part about not getting a good night's rest? Being forced to wake up in the morning regardless.

Bee-Bee-Beep! Bee-Bee-Beep! Bee-Bee-Beep! Bee-Bee-Beep!

“Oooooh.... oohhnnggh... fuuuucckk...”

He's felt sluggish before. He's felt drained before. He's felt dead before. But this was the first time he's felt all three all at once.

A virtual corpse of a man, Thomas laid on his mattress, staring up to the ceiling as his alarm clock blared. Movement was difficult for him, as he lacked energy from having yet another night of no sleep. His attempt to reverse the situation on Marie ended in abject failure. Sure, he got amazing sex out of it, lost his virginity too... but he as beginning to wonder if that was worth it in the long run.

Bee-Bee-Beep! Bee-Bee-Beep! Click!

“Nngghh...!”

Swinging over his arm as best he could, Tom struck his clock, switching it off. Then, with all the strength he could muster, he forced himself upright on his bed, and placed his hands over his eyes. Sunlight poured in upon him through the windows of his bedroom, illuminating his pale body. It did little to alleviate him of his pain

This? This was much worse than usual. He was gonna have to call off today, because there's no way he was going to work in such a sorry state. Most of his co-workers already thought he was weird; he'd only be adding fuel to the fire! Besides, if he didn't show up today, it's not like anyone would care.

Grabbing his phone from his beside, Thomas stumbled onto his feet as he began calling his section manager. As it buzzed, he continued stomping over towards his bathroom, prepared to see the damage done by Marie's latest attack. And... yup...

Thomas' eyes grew wide.

Reflected in his mirror's surface was his drained face and body... as well as the bite mark left on his neck and shoulder. There were two little red dots, ones that were impossible not to notice if you gazed at him for longer than two seconds. Gently, he placed his fingers upon the obvious mark, only to wince and pull away from the burning pain.

Last night, Marie bit him... and drew his blood. Though it seemed she derived some power from sex, he was wrong in thinking she was a succubus. No. No no no. Marie was not a succubus, or a boogiewoman. Marie was a vampire.

Well... that explained why she only attacked him at night.

“Hello? Hello? Mr. Dilbert? Is that you?” said his phone, causing him to pull it up to his ear.

“Mrs. Ryder?” he mumbled back, “I don't think I can come to work today.”

Thankfully for Thomas, despite his lack of sleep, he was very dedicated to his job, and (somehow) managed timely schedule. So when he said he couldn't come to work, there was no arguing on his manager's part. That left him alone in his home, sitting on his couch after a shower and staring up to the ceiling.

He wanted to just sit there and do nothing all day long, but he knew that wasn't an option. After what happened last night, he knew he had to prepare for the following night... which was tonight. Whether or not Marie returned, he did not know, nor did he want to even tempt it.

So – despite his body screaming at him – Thomas got up to his feet, and put on a set of clothing. He also made sure to wrap a scarf around his neck and shoulder to hide his obvious bite mark. His destination was across the city, but a place he visited often. If she could help protect him from his 'boogiewoman', then maybe she could help him with his... whatever he had going on now.

Ring-A-Ding!

“Ah? Good morning, Mr. Dilbert! How are... oh... oh my!”

On weak feet and weaker legs, Thomas stumbled into Lady Like's Chic Cafe. And, no, he did not look better since leaving his apartment. It's one thing taking a few buses when one's been tortured all night. It's something else entirely when one has to take a few buses after having their blood drained!

But like a beacon of light and comfort, Memu stood in the center of her store with a face of shock. It was so early, she had yet to have her morning rush. Still, the air was filled with the bitter scent of freshly brewed coffee. If this was any other day, Tom would be elated. Unfortunately, he was too weak to even muster a smile.

“Memu...” he muttered as he walked up to the squirrel, “Hgnn... how do I look?”

She tilted her head.

“You look awful,” she replied with a concerned look on her face, “Mr. Dilbert, iz everything okay?” she then perked up, “Vait. My charm? Did my charm vork? No...” she shook her head, “If it did, you vould not look zo bad.”

“It... did... to a point...” he replied as he reached forward his hand and opened it up... revealing the collection of ash inside of it, “This is your charm, Memu. Uh... my boogiewoman burnt it up.”

“Oh... oh dear...” she whispered as she looked at the cinders, “Okay. Um... oh... zit right here, okay? I'll be back. I promize, thiz time, I'll have zomething that vill help.”

“Um... o-okay...”

Thomas thought about telling Memu what happened... but he blushed as soon as the more sordid details came to mind. Thankfully, she had already turned around and run off, vanishing behind her counter and leaving him alone. Looking over, he stumbled over towards the booth he usually sat at, and fell into its soft seats.

Mirroring what he did on his couch, he laid there as a pale husk of a man as he looked up to his ceiling. Deep in his mind, he was trying to come to terms with what happened, and how his life ended up the way he did. Several times he blinked, only to remain as tired as ever before.

But then a shadow drifted by his window. He winced, but thought nothing of it. This was followed by the 'Ring-A-Ding!' of the cafe's bell as someone entered inside. Again, he thought nothing of it. But the 'Click! Click! Click!' caused his heart to quicken in pace. He knew that sound. He recognized that sound.

It was her sound.

Thomas slowly leaned up, a cold sweat breaking down his brow. How was this possible? This was the day! She never hounded him in the day! And, wait, wasn't she a vampire? Shouldn't she, ya'know, burn up in the sunlight!?

Well...

Tom's eyes fell forward.

Red eyes were looking back.