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It had been months since you felt the sting of his canines on your testicles, grinding them to a pulp before he swallowed what was left of your manhood.

Dappled sunlight illuminated little orbs of dust in every corner of the room, except the corner Kaizo was standing in. His shadow loomed over you like it was cast by someone twice his size, distending over you like a jagged branch.

"Good morning love." Ever since you lost your manhood, the collie was less domineering and more gentle with you. He even affectionately called you 'love' and his 'fox-bride'. You no longer posed a threat to him; you weren't another virile dog, pissing in his territory, but instead, his Vixen: a testament to his masculinity.

Kaizo knew the answer, but asked anyway. "Is that as hard as it gets?" He was flicking your empty sack with his paw, which these days, looked more like a withered date.

"You know I don't get hard anymore."

The collie chuckled without even considering how you felt about the matter: his arm around your shoulder, squeezing the 'heck' out of you.

"See that painting of my Great Uncle?" Kaizo pointed at a painting of an old dog above the bed: shaggy epaulets on his shoulders and a thin saber at his side. "That isn't my Uncle. Sure it was painted in 1906, but the dog in the painting is me."

"You're such a liar."

"I wouldn't lie to my Vixen." He held your paw carefully, as if it were a rose stem, and found a spot on your palm to kiss, letting his two pointy canines drag across your flexion creases.

What crazy story was Kaizo cooking up this time? You knew he was a little untethered, but he'd never talked utter nonsense like this before.

"The secret is self-control. If I stop seconds before they bleed-out, there's a chance..."

Bleed out?

"What do you mean 'a chance?'" You cut him off, which elicited a raised paw, like Damocles sword hoisted above your psyche. You thought he was going to smack you senseless, but he lowered his arm instead: one of the rare times he chose to deescalate.

"Well...everyone dies eventually. The trick is to stop feeding before they die."

Nervous laughter, or maybe it was confusion that had nowhere to escape, so the room filled with an awkward silence instead. What the fuck was Kaizo talking about? Was he still high from last night?

You looked down at his shadow and it seemed to contort and flicker in the shifting light until a shadowy arm distended across the floor and onto the bed. It looked like the arm of an arachnid as it slipped out from his shadow and onto the bed-stand, and with a sudden flick, the drawer eased open.

"Look in that drawer. There's an album." Did he just say that aloud, or had he somehow hi-jack your inner-monologue?. And how did he open the drawer without touching it?

You couldn't believe your eyes. In the album were hundreds of pictures: polaroids from the 60s, silver plates and kodachromes from the 1900s,—all pictures of Kaizo throughout the decades, in different dress and company. You held a silver plate that showed a formal collie donning a homburg with its dented crown and curled brim. Next to him was a female collie in a full gown with dahlias in her hair, and the unmistakable grin of someone that knew a secret.

Kaizo Bracken and His Bride, 1932

Niagra Falls

You'd recognize that handwriting anywhere. It was bold with sweeping letters and the notable absence of dots above his 'i's. That was Kaizo's writing any day of the week. Maybe there was more to this collie than you originally thought, or maybe he was just 'yanking your chain'.

Kaizo: "The night I met you...I thought, you were another throw-away fag, but you were much more than that." He laughed between two canines that hung over his lips like candy-corns. "And then you surrendered your manhood to me: begged me to make you a Vixen. God, I loved hearing you scream. 'Ahhh, stop Kaizo! It hurts'". He used a feminized castrato to impersonate you. "And you cleaned for me. Cooked for me. Kissed my paws before bed. Let me fuck your pussy whenever I wanted." He raised an eyebrow. "I want you to be my forever Vixen." Those words were like hot air on cold glass, fogging up your vision, and when you squinted, instead of Kaizo, you saw a dark, bony hand, all-black with no features, scrawling across the surface, "Be mine forever."

You wanted to obey his every command. To surrender yourself to Kaizo, but what did that even mean?

"There are, of course, a few things you should know about being..." He rolled his eyes. "...a Vampire."

He finally said it. This crazy fucking collie thinks he's a vampire, and even worse, why does a part of you believe him.

"The whole insatiable bloodlust thing... It's not as bad as it sounds. We feed more like snakes than people. I only crave blood maybe four times a year."

You couldn't believe the level of crazy coming from his mouth. Was he really serious about this?

"What about crucifixes?" you asked to see how quick he was on his feet.

"Ha, they do absolutely nothing. That's how I know there isn't a God." The collie tweezed a twinkle of gold from his chest-fur, and added, "See, I even wear one!"

"Dog, it's upside-down!" Why hadn't you noticed this before? The collie just smiled to himself.

"But the sun, I have a bit of sensitivity to light, but it’s blown way out of proportion. It's not like we spontaneously burst into flames or anything."

Fuck, part of you was beginning to believe this crazy dog. What was wrong with you?!

You both looked at each-other in a moment of knowing. If a feeling could be a space then you were looking across a glade at a wolf who was inviting you to be his unholy sacrifice.

Kaizo: "But I need you to want it."

The collie couldn't be serious.

"Say it, that you want me to take you."

You suddenly felt compelled. "Take me Kaizo. I want it! I can't wait any longer." Did that just come out of your mouth? It felt more like the collie had his hand up your ass and was marineting you.

"It would be my pleasure princess."

His eyes hovered in the dimly-lit room like they were floating in an abyss of darkness, stalking your every move. He crawled over you like he was scaling a wall, pinning you beneath his heaving mass, pressing his snout into your neck.

"Ehh, what about Garlic?", nervously.

"You'll find out soon enough."

"And stakes?"

"Soon pup, soon."

You felt the collie's mouth seal around your bare-skin, and the sharp prick of his fangs sliding into your jugular.

You tried to fend him off but it was useless. He held you down like an insect pinned to a cork-board. Insatiable sucking and tongue-popping. "No Kaizo, let me go." you mumbled in a low drone. How much blood had he sucked out of you already? Was he even a vampire or was he just killing you? You felt so cold. Your whole body was shivering.

He let go for a moment to lick from the bottom of your neck up, and in doing so, positioned his sheath over your own. As he eased his weight onto you, letting gravity do most of the work, you felt the tip of his penis slip into your sheath. "Why haven't I used this pussy before?" Everything was a pussy to Kaizo: your throat, your ass, and now, as he filled your sheath with his large cock, your sheath too. You felt his cock rubbing against your clit, making it harder than it had been in months.

And there were those damn fangs pinching your skin together, sucking blood out of you like a humming bird. You tried fending him off but your arms were heavy bricks, and with every minute, you felt your self-sinking further into the collie's orbit. How much blood can someone lose before they pass out: how much before they die? With that thought still lingering in your head, Kaizo whispered, "sleep my angel. It's almost over", and with those six words, your whole world went silent.

It felt like you had spent decades in a void, but you were only unconsciousness for 10 minutes, and when you woke, you were in an adult-sized vacuum-seal bag: the ceaseless whir of a compressor kicking to life with a loud bang every few minutes, and the undulated image of a collie on the other side, stroking his red cock as the bag began to constrict around your ribs. "It's so I don't damage your body during the transformation."

You tried to reply but it was useless. The minute you opened your muzzle, the bag invaded your maw, taking the shape of your jawline, making it hard to breathe.

Was all this vampire talk a game to heighten your psychological torture? If the collie wasn't a vampire, was he simply planning to murder you?

And what was this other sensation? Your crotch was suddenly vibrating: a steady buzzing across your little cock. You could hear the collie laughing. Laughing at a time like this! With you gasping for air like a beached whale. "Help! Help!" The bag nearly touched your tonsils as you cried for mercy.

He screamed back even louder. "Help! Help!" And then added, "I love when you scream." You tried prying the bag open but it was useless; he had secured you in a mummy pose with your arms across your chest like you were at your own funeral. It was hard to breathe and you were starting to panic. Every time you exhaled the bag would squeeze your ribs even tighter. It felt like you were being swallowed alive by a python. "Helpppp! I can't breathe!"

He slapped your cock as hard as he could. "Stop squirming and accept your fate!" The pain that radiated through your groin was no match for your will to live. All you could think about was your next breath. You gasped and thrashed, but as you flopped around like a pathetic fish, a calmness crept over you. Your entire being became one shallow inhale, followed by another—in, and out, like the movements of a timepiece—in and out. There was something peaceful about being nothing, an empty muscle that didn't have feelings or expectations—you simply were there, and if you weren't, it wouldn't matter. You could hear the collie slapping where your balls used to be even harder, over and over, and you knew that it should’ve hurt, but it felt like a movie, like your life was playing-out before your eyes.

At this point, the collie was on-top of you. His full, healthy lungs pressed against your own, the bang and whir of the compressor lulling you to sleep. Bang, whir, bang. The collie felt your shallow lungs press against his own, easing you into a place of stillness.

Kaizo whispered these last words as your brain began to shut-down, "The French have a nickname for an orgasm—they call it 'little death'. I wonder why that is?" And at that moment, the dull vibrator, like a hive of bees on your little clit, buzzed even harder. You didn't just feel your orgasm, you were the orgasm. Everything you were and would be, your thoughts and ambitions, love and friendships, tapered to a single point of ecstasy: a suffusing of pleasure, and then emptiness.

It was bliss being turned into nothing, but the rustling of foul smelling plastic roused you. You slowly opened your eyes. The bag was deflated, and behind the cheap plastic was the blurry snout of a collie looking down at you like a science experiment. "Rise and shine Princess. Are you ready for round two?" Bang, whir, and you could feel the oxygen being sucked right from your agape mouth, and the bag beginning to hug your outline again. "Noooooooooooo, please! For the love of God!"

"Don't worry my Vixen. I'll let you die this time. It's necessary for the process."

The bag clinged to your face with a soft wrinkle only you could hear, like it was telling you a secret. You thrashed and yelled but it was no use. The machine didn't care about your feelings, and neither did Kaizo. This time he was straddling your hips, pumping his knot while glaring down at your expression of horror. You heard his panting first, followed by huffing, and then "uhhh, uhhh," as he edged himself, timing his release right as you stopped breathing. Your legs did a little deadman's dance as the last bits of life drained from your body, and the last thing you remember was the plap of his cum hitting the taught plastic where your mouth was, and his lusty moan, "fuckkkkk yeah," and once again, there was nothing. It felt like everything was a dark void for centuries, and then a slow zip across your skin, along with the unfurling of two plastic flaps to free your snout from the stifling bag.

You would have expected to wake-up gasping for air, but something was different; it felt like you didn't have to breathe at all. It was as though you had risen from a deep slumber to find a collie watching over you, his red fangs sticking out from under his lips.

"Welcome back, my queen of darkness."

"Am I alive?"

"Not quite, but you're not dead either."

"You didn't have to torture me like that... I thought you loved me?"

"I do my love, but sometimes a rose grows thorn first."

"Am I a Vampire?" You looked at your pale hands in awe. Your fur looked as though it had more grey in it than normal, like you had aged several years in minutes. Your paw-pads almost appeared translucent, your veins throbbing beneath patchy fur.

"Welcome to eternity my love." He hugged you fiercely, almost possessively, saying what words couldn't.

The collie whispered in your ear like he was telling himself a secret, "Love, let's go on our first hunt."

Epilogue: How Kaizo Became A Vampire

I wanted to include the story of how Kaizo became a vampire in this piece, but it didn't fit into the narrative, so instead I summarized it below. His coming of age story also explains why he's such a dommy dog sometimes.

Kaizo was just a pup at the time. He lived in Venezia in the late 1600s when intruders broke into his family's estate. He was instructed by his Father to hide in the pantry and to be 'absolutely still'. He heard his Father's cries as he fended off the intruders, but eventually succumbed to their attacks. Little Kaizo heard his dad's last shriek as he was gutted in the family room. He also wittinesses his mother being raped multiple times on the kitchen floor by two wolves. Poor Kaizo saw everything through the flimsy panty slats. The one wolf kneeled over her and drank her blood until her legs began to buckle, and the other kicked her corpse over, calling her a "slut". They both joked, they'd never seen a whore want it so badly before. Kaizo was so terrified he pissed himself, and the wolves who were now standing in a puddle of his piss leading into the pantry like fairy-tale breadcrumbs, flung open the pantry door to find the young pup quacking in-place. One of them joked "I could smell this little piss-pup from a mile away," and, "I wonder if I should snap his neck or eat him." The other wolf was unsure about killing such a young boy, and he pleaded with his partner to show a little mercy. The more callous of the two argued, "He's better off dead than a bastard. Who will take care of him?" The other wolf called Kaizo over, saying "here pup, what's your name," holding out his paw, but Kaizo was paralyzed with fear and unwilling to move a single muscle. The more callous wolf finally declared, "fine, if we can't kill him, I'll make him my son," and with that, he bit into the young collie's neck, carefully stopping before the pup succumbed to blood loss, waiting exactly 15 minutes, and as Kaizo opened his eyes, the callous wolf snapped his neck with an unnerving ease. The wolf looked at his partner and said, "are you happy now? I showed a little mercy. If I did this right he'll wake up in a few minutes."