All the King's Horses Pt. 04

And Tiff...grinned, showing every one of her teeth in her own hungry little growl.

"Make me," she crooned, her voice hungry.

Sebastian hissed, quietly, stepping backwards. "I..." He blinked, his eyes no longer swirling. "I..."

"Oooh, part of you liked that..." Tiff murmured, her eyes flicking down to the bulge that strained at the front of his pants.

Sebastian looked down. Then at her. "N-No, no, now you definitely need to leave." He said.

"But-"

"I have work to do!" Sebastian said, fumbling at his pad and holding it up, waggling it at her.

Tiff pouted and stood. "Fine! That's fair. Fairsauce, even."

Sebastian shook his head, slowly. "You...are endlessly baffling, Winters," he said.

"Thanks, master," Tiff said, grinning. Then she stood up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. That shivery, squirmy fear of hers fluttered through her nerves again and she tried to squish it by being deliberately crass. "And what should I do if Bruce or Bryce or someone else starts sniffing around your pet's rump?"

"Uh," Sebastian blinked. "Y-You can sleep with anyone you want."

He sounded so honestly confused why she would even ask the question that Tiff stepped back and away from her, all teasing gone from her face. In its place was pure bafflement. Her brow furrowed and she opened her mouth, then closed it. "Wait, so, I could go down to the mess hall and rip Lance Corporal Bryce's pheromone masker off his throat, drive him gaga with my human scent, and then ride his Gal'Sem dick until I'm raw?"

Sebastian's brow furrowed as much as hers did. "I...Is this still some kind of sexual teasing?"

"No, I'm honestly curious," Tiff said, blushing. "You're not jealous?"

"Why would I be?" Sebastian asked. He actually flashed her a little, wry grin. "You're not calling Lance Corpora Bryce master are you?"

Tiff's stomach did an excited little flop. "O...O-Oh..." she whispered. "S-So...uh...w-well, it's...not. I was...I was just teasing. I mean, I'm..." She blushed. "I'm going. Work. We have work. Bye." She turned away, then jerked to a stop as Sebastian caught her wrist, which now dragged behind her. That turned her around and before she knew it, her slender body was pressed up against the wall, his cool mouth capturing hers, his tongue swirling down her mouth. Tiff's eyes, wide, started to droop as she let herself get lost in the long, slow kiss. Her lungs burned by the end of it, but she still let out a quiet mew of unhappiness as Sebastian drew back. His voice was raw and savage.

"Go on. I have work to do, Winters."

"Yes master..." Tiff whispered - and slipped out of the room. She stood there, her fingers going to her lips. "T-The future is weird..." She whispered to herself, and her heart didn't stop racing until she was halfway down the spine of the ship.

***

Tiff spent a good chunk of the trip to the nearest inhabited planet trying to get her brain to accept the C-booth's infusion. But no matter how hard she worked, the innate defenses of her Hunter spirit refused to allow the C-booth's cloned vampire brain tissue to interface with her brain. This was actually a problem: The C-booth tapped into one of the most terrifying pieces of vampire mojo, the ability to recreate and shift reality around someone, to turn the world into a phantasm. The vampires in Tiff's day had used chimerstry to try and fuck with her and her Hunter's spirit had snapped the illusions in half with a flick of its spectral biceps and then she had staked the motherfuckers.

The Federation used C-booths for fucking everything.

Since, well, it turned out that if you could create an illusion that was perfectly real to a human brain, you could use that illusion to go on vacation, play video games that were like uber-video games and generally just have really cool, fun times.

For instance, the marines, including Bruce and Bryce, were all training to go down into the planet. According to Bryce, they were training in projectile weapons, bladed weapons, bows, disks, throwing weapons, urban combat, martial arts, blending in with crowds, all that fun stuff. And she wasn't able to do any of it with them, because her Hunter's instinct took onto vampire magic and shattered in half.

The problem with trying to get her brain to accept the interference of vampire magic was that it left her with a splitting headache, which faded grudgingly, and left her miserable for the entire voyage through neutral space and into the first inhabited planet. But between the headaches, Bruce found a way for her to practice without needing the booth: He took her down to the cargo hold, and there, they sparred.

Bruce blocked her snapkick at his jaw and skidded a few inches before coming to a stop. "Goddamn, Winters," he said, lowering the arm he had used, wringing his wrist out. "I think you cracked a bone." He bit his lip, then wrung his arm out again. "Okay, regenerated."

"Sorry," Tiff said, puffing as she bounced from foot to foot, her skin glittering with sweat. "Just working out my frustrations, B-Dog."

Bruce grinned. "B-Wolf."

"Ohhh mannn that name is fucking bad ass!" Tiff grinned, lowering her arms from her fighting stance. "B-Wolf. Like badass. But Bad Wolf. Wolf Ass. Wolfbad. Assbad..." She shook her head. "Okay, that's enough permutations."

"How have your history lessons been going?" Bruce asked, planting himself into an akido stance. "Come at me fast, Winters." He said, his hand lifted up as he focused. "Not hard."

"I skipped past the Eugenics Wars and World War Three - too depressing," she said, then rushed forward. She snapped out a punch as fast as she could - Bruce moved, gripped at where her wrist had been and then jerked backwards, his head snapping back as his nose crunched. Blood went flying and he staggered backwards, clutching at his face. Tiff's eyes widened. "Whoa! Fuck! Shit!"

"Holy crap!" Bruce tugged at his nose, which crunched, the blood stopping flowing almost immediately. To her shock, he let out a booming, deep, belly full laugh, one that made his whole, bulky body shake. His hands clutched at his belly and he threw his head back. "Holy crap! Pays me for underestimating the Vampire Hunter herself!" He said, stepping backwards, grinning at her. "When you go fast, you go fast." He grinned at her. Tiff blushed and smiled, shyly, rubbing her knuckles. She smeared some blood across them.

"I...did fight vampires with my bare hands," she said, grinning. "And won. A lot."

"Yeah..." Bruce said, looking at her, his eyes thoughtful.

Tiff had a sudden flash of how soft and comfortable the judo mats they'd set up in the cargo hold were. Instead, she coughed and started bouncing. "So! I skipped past all the Eugenics bullshit and went right to the utopia. And, I fucking replicated myself three fucking chocolate Sundays because I fucking can."

"Galadrial will get on your ass for that," Bruce said, warningly.

"Eh, fuck him," Tiff said. "Ready B-Wolf?"

"I am now deeply aware of how not ready I am, Winters," Bruce said.

Tiff snapped a quick punch out - but made sure to not go at full strength or speed. Bruce caught her wrist, then tried to swing her free. She jerked her arm free midway through the arc, ripping out of his grip, then slamming her foot down on his shoulder, rebounding upwards and almost hitting the ceiling. There, she slapped her palms against the roof and shot herself down, landing behind him with a whump, compressing the mat and letting her sweep her leg out and drop Bruce down on his ass. She grinned - then blinked as Bruce, moving with incredible speed, shifted.

One moment, he was on his back. The next, he was a wolf, and he was leaping at her, snarling. She yelped, dove forward - and Bruce shifted again. This time, he had gone from his wolf to his dire wolf form. It was a midway point between the terrifying human/wolf hybrid of his warform and the more natural, sleek wolf that could blend in with any wild pack. It was a wolf the size of a horse - and with the mass and air resistance of a horse. This meant it dropped unexpectedly early, pinning her to the ground.

And to add insult to injury. Bruce sat down on her and started to pant happily, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.

Having nearly a ton of wolf-ass on her back was not the most comfortable thing in the universe. But more than that, Tiff had never fought a werewolf who had internalized their shifting like that - who could control it. She had to admit, she was impressed. But first, she wanted to get just a bit of her pride back. She gritted her teeth, planted her palms under her, then began to shove upwards. At first, there was no give. Then the weight of the massive dire wolf on her back began to shift and lift upwards - and then she got her foot under her and shoved herself to her feet, kipping the wolf from her back to her shoulder, where his paws flailed wildly, trying to keep his balance as she gripped his fur. She lifted him up above her head with both her hands and laughed. "Hah!"

She dropped him down and Bruce shifted with a blur of silver light back to his human form, landing softly on his feet.

"Goddamn, Winters!" He laughed. "I can see why the fragheads wanted to replace you. Holy shit."

"Huh?" Tiff asked.

"Well, you know...the fragheads - the assholes who wanted to make Augments and shit," he said, nodding. "They were trying to recreate the Hunter, but with technology. And I can see why."

Tiff grinned. "Tiffany Winters: Often copied, never beaten." She paused. "Say...did anyone ever figure out who did it?"

Bruce, who was stretching out his shoulders, blinked at her. "Who did it?"

"Yeah. Who...shot me into space," Tiff said, walking slowly back and forth, swinging her arms wide, pursing her lips. "Like, okay, so, I was heading out to report to some ash demons, to kick their asses. But then something jumped me. And Vicky had just warned me that there was going to be some Cam operation against me. So, did the Cam snag me? But the Cam are in the open now - and they're nice?" She frowned.

"Toby did bounce a request for intelligence back to Earth," Bruce said, nodding a bit. "The Camerilla has gone through the records, and there was a plan to pull a hit on you. It got canceled."

"What?" Tiff asked. "Called? You mean I'm not actually in fucking space in the fucking future?" She turned her back to him, scowling at the wall.

"That's what their records say," Bruce said, shrugging. "But you know the Cam. Back then, they had plans in plans. Secrets in secrets. If you ask me, some smart cookie called it, and some dumbass overeager neophyte tried to put it forward. And you know what my bet is? They shot you into space and they cryogenically stored you cause of that Hunter spirit in you." He walked up to her side, squeezing her as he grinned. "When Hunters die, the spirit jumps to a new spirit, right? Like with Augments?"

Tiff's brow furrowed. "Zuggawha?"

"That's how Augments work," Bruce said, nodding with such confidence she took it as read. "So, they'd not want to just kill you. So, they must have put you on ice, then shot you into space and brushed their hands of it."

Tiff nodded, slowly. "Yeah...but who?"

Silence hung in the air - and Bruce laughed. "Listen, you live in a universe with gods and magic. I think, if the fuckers who did it are still around, you can find em, and you can kick their asses."

Tiff grinned. "I like how you think Bruce. Now...should I ambush Sebastian while he's trying to get work done and use his shower?"

"Yes," Bruce said.

"You're the best fucking influence in the galaxy, B-Wolf!"

***

Sebastian turned to face the door. "Winters, I am a vampire, I have three levels in Aus-" He stopped, seeing the empty doorway. He stood, frowning as he walked forward, then looked up and down the corridor. Seeing no sign of Tiffany, he turned around and yelped as he saw Tiffany sitting on his desk, her foot resting on his chair, her other leg drawn up on the desk. Tiff grinned at him, laying her chin on his knee. "Hey, she said playfully," she crooned with a quiet purr in her throat. Sebastian blinked a few times.

"How-" He started.

"I'm really good," she said, then lifted her head. "Wanna peel my clothes off and fuck me silly?"

"I-..." Sebastian coughed. "I am still doing analysis of the planet we're approaching."

Tiff stood up, standing on his chair, which began to wobble and spin under her feet. She had an almost perfect balance, her arms crossed over her chest as she grinned down at him. "Then I'll stand behind you and compel you to work faster." She stepped onto the armrest and off the chair, imparting some momentum to the wheeled chair. It whizzed across the floor and Sebastian caught it with his hands, pursing his lips.

"I am already working hard to ensure that my comrades and friends aren't in danger by any oversights. I don't think the...offer of your..." He paused as Tiff took hold of the zipper on the back of her skintight uniform. She began to slide it slowly down and down and down, grinning at him as his voice trailed slowly to a stuttering halt. "Your..." He blinked as her uniform puddled around her ankles and she beamed at him, her eyes sparkling.

"Get to work, master," She purred.

Sebastian turned and sat down with a thump. He drew himself close to the desk, then began to type away.

"Sooo..." Tiff stepped over, leaning up against the back of the chair, thrusting her naked rump out into the air. "What is the planet we're going too like?"

"It's called Sn'gar," Sebastian said, his bloodless cheeks flushing impossibly. "Translated into English, that means Place where Traders Meet. It's original name, though, is Box'noxia. It was inhabited by a race of indigenous people - the Kor - who had a rich cultural history. Art. Song. Beautiful statuary. They were, in a word, a culture worthy of being maintained. But then the current administrators arrived: A cabal of Centurion exiles and a few independents from the K'Za'Ngork Empire with a single two generation old warship. They bombed the primary cities into rubble, conquered the planet, and turned it into a stopover point for interstellar trade that doesn't want to deal with nasty things like tariffs, intergalactic laws, and so on."

Tiff frowned, her randiness fading by inches. "The Kor just...do they fight back?"

"They fight back. But they're fighting men and women with power armor and laser rifles with pointed spears. There have, over the past century, there have merely been more settlers and more power armor, more lasers. While the Kor aren't susceptible to any of the plagues brought by the aliens coming to their world, their ecosystem is less lucky: Centurions like a pet called a g'nok. The g'nok has no native predators and there are now more g'nok on the planet than every other sentient race combined. The jungles are dying, the Kor are dying..." He shook his head.

Tiff scowled. "Basterdomefuckers!"

Sebastian nodded. "It's a common story across the galaxy. The strong do as they will and the weak do as they must..." He sighed, slowly, then looked at her. "But there are some upsides to this world from our perspective. Firstly, the ruling authority, the Sn'Gar Trade Commissariat, have set up chokepoints that keep most forms of high energy weapons off the planet. So, most people we run into down there won't be able to hit us with plasma or lasers or railguns."

"And we've got magic and shit!" Tiff said, getting back some of her excitement as she sat up a bit, beaming. "And we can maybe start a revolution among the Kor?"

"Doubtful," Sebastian said. Then, slowly, he smiled. "But...if we see a chance to do so, I am sure Tobias will be more than happy to try."

Tiff grinned. Then, quietly. "So, that's the analysis. Do you have anything to add?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. Sebastian, who had paused, his hand hanging over a small button on his console. He looked like he was beginning to realize something. He frowned.

"No," he said.

"So you're going to hit send?" Tiff murmured, leaning slowly down, whispering into his ear.

Sebastian's tongue darted along his lips. He shifted in his seat. Tiff swore she that she could hear his heart beating.

"Fuck it."

Tiff dropped to her knees, grabbed onto the front of his leggings, and crooked her fingers. The farbic stretched, then tore with a delicious rrrrrrripping sound, and she leaned in close, pressing her nose up against the side of his long, cool, pale white dick. Her nose flared as she breathed in his scent, whispering softly. "Don't say anything, master, just let me suck your cock..." She mumbled, nuzzling against him, licking him with soft, darting, eager little licks. Her head swam. Even when she had been with Vicky, she hadn't felt this kind of raw, heady eagerness for cock - but now, her mouth was watering. She knew it was the Ensnarement, but she didn't fucking care. Her mouth opened wider and she slid her tongue out, caressing along of his thick glans, tasting the cool salt of his pre as she looked up into his eyes. Her mouth closed and she slid her lips against his foreskin. The taste of him was thick in her mouth and the twisted expression of repressed pleasure on his face was...divine.

Her hand closed around the base of his cock as she started to slide her mouth back, breathing warm, moist, living breath against his undead cock, her eyes growing lidded as she murmured. "I...don't think I liked sucking cock this much..." She murmured, flicking her tongue out, teasing along the very tip of his cock. "But I kinda like liking sucking cock this much..." She grinned, her eyes meeting his. "Master...do you want me to suck this cock?"

"Tiffany..." He whispered.

"Mmm, that's not a yesssss..." Tiff crooned, leaning slowly down. She kissed his balls, nuzzling against them between his thighs, which tightened around her head, his knees almost bumping against her temples as he reflexively clenched them, her tongue lapping along his balls, slowly. Her eyes closed tight in this close, dark, cramped place. With the quiet coolness of his body, there was only the heat of her own face, her own breath, reflecting back against her. She licked at his hard cock again, then nuzzled against his balls.

"Tiffany..." Sebastian's voice sounded almost pained.

"Mmm?" She looked up, her eyes meeting his. His tongue darted along his lips and his fangs, glittering and hard and as eager as his member, glinted against his lower lip. As she admired his fangs, her mouth closed around the head of his cock again, warming him with her mouth, her tongues swirling around and around his shaft as she stroked him slowly, gently. Then harder. Then faster. Her hand moved and blurred along his cock as his fingernails dug into the armrests of his chair, his whole, storklike body tightening as he drew a sharp breath.

She wrung the words out of him, with her mouth and her heat and her hand.

"I want your blood!" Sebastian hissed through his teeth, past those needy fangs.

"Do you now?" Tiff murmured. "Does master want to sink his fangs into my eager little neck?"

"Yess..." Sebastian growled.

"The big bad vampire wants to pin me down and rip my throat out?" Tiff grinned. "Well, are you going to-"

She had, thus far, seen Sebastian use his celerity - his incredible vampire speed - to run away from danger. To evade shapeshifting tentacles. But this was the first time where she had been at the focus of it - and she forcefully supressed her Hunter's instincts. She didn't want to see the tiny moments between his actions. And so, for her, it was if at one moment, she was on her knees before him, the next, she was pinned onto her back on the bed, his hands pinning her arms above her head. Tiff arched her back and rolled her head back, baring her throat.