From Black Cat to Pretty Kitty

The sun set, the moon rose, night fell, and the fallen rose.

Normally, the moment the last traces of sunlight vanished and brought darkness in it's wake would be the exact moment Mary-Jane Watson arose from her slumber, throwing back the blackout curtains of her apartment and taking in New York City in all of it's nightly splendor, feeling her hunger rise forth once more and planning whatever devilish machinations she had for that evening.

This night, however, while the vampiric beauty still awoke, sharply and suddenly come nightfall, she barely stirred beneath her covers, choosing to cuddle and spoon with her companion. Gwen Stacy murmured sleepily at the rising darkness, burying her head in the crook of MJ's neck. MJ responded by embracing the blonde tightly and kissing her atop her head, relishing in the deathly chill of her body and the serenity of an absent heartbeat.

MJ was conscious of the transformation she had undergone. Not just the physical changes, but the mental, emotional, and spiritual ones, too. Her soul had withered and died when she drank her husband dry and arose as this undead creature. All of her kindness and goodness snuffed out so easily, her unbridle love and passion for life replaced by a cruel, malevolent hedonistic drive. And yet, despite that, Mary-Jane was confident to say she loved Gwen Stacy, her longtime friend turned trusted companion in unholy depravity. Perhaps it was because they were the same, now, or because MJ had been the one to turn Gwen. Share the gift with her. Infect her with darkness and lust. Maybe it was because Gwen was MJ's spawn.

Or maybe even soulless, bloodsucking monsters could still feel love.

Holding Gwen close and stroking her hair, MJ stayed silent and still while her mind grappled with such ideas and feelings, even as her predatory senses picked up the activity of the evening. The apartment smelled delightfully of blood and meat. The penthouse below them was hosting a raucous party. Below them, at street level, she heard the squealing of tires and the peeling of a police siren in hot pursuit.

The sensation of life, of the city, eventually won out over her philosophizing, piquing MJ's hunger, as she rose up, going form perfectly horizontal beneath the bed to sitting up at the waist at a perfect ninety-degree angle, seemingly hovering upward into such a position.

"Maid! Bring us our food at once!"

"But of course, my Mistress. It is a pleasure to serve."

Emerging from the shadows a second later was the newest addition of their sinful suite. Her luscious, curvaceous body pinched into a perfect hourglass by a tight corset, pushing up her massive bust to even more ludicrous proportions, and gliding across the dark room on high heels and silken stockings, MJ's maid was still unmistakable as one Felicia Hardy, the former Black Cat. Her white hair stood out like a halo in the pitch-black apartment, and so did her eyes, now glowing a bright red just like MJ's. But, as she had been so vehemently against it, Felicia was not given the gift of vampirism, but instead the curse of obedience, submitting to MJ's hypnotic gaze and Gwen's pilfered purple powers.

The former thief was no more, now nothing but a trophy for her new owners, bereft of her will, her identity, and shoved into a tawdry fetish outfit. The only signs of her former identity were done in a mocking manner, as Felicia accessorized her slutty maid outfit with a cat-ear headband and a long, feline tail mounted on a buttplug and inserted into her tight anus. She was a servant meant for drudge work, and an object meant for pleasure.

Felicia came to a halt at the foot of the great king sized bed, a soft, neutral smile alighting her blank, empty face. In her hands, she held a great silver platter covered by an opaque cloche. With a smooth, practiced motion, Felicia pulled the covering away, revealing a mountain of raw meat - bloody steaks and beef hearts. "Breakfast is served, my ladies..."

The scent of blood and meat was finally enough to stir Gwen from her slumber, both vampires crawling across the bedspread, licking their lips and salivating at the bounty before them.

Of the many ways MJ and Gwen fed themselves, Option A was direct feeding from a victim; Option B being feeding from a blood bad; Option C was indirect feeding; and Option D was to feed from non-human animals. But, as it turned out, there was one other avenue to satiate their bloodlust, one not as nourishing or gratifying as Options A, B, or C, but far more dignified and delicious than Option D. That option being the consumption of raw flesh, the bloodier the better. MJ felt she would have preferred human over cow, but she figured Felicia would have a difficult time procuring that legally, so this would have to do.

The two vampiric women devoured their meal with utter ferocity, snarling and snapping and hissing as if beasts fighting over a recent kill. They chewed loudly on thick, tough pieces of beefsteak, messily ripped off shreds of stringy cardiac muscle, grunting and moaning in carnivorous pleasure all the while.

Felicia did not so much as flinch at the sight, even as bits of blood and meat spattered across herself and her outfit.

The interplay of sex and **** was now a core part of Mary-Jane so, after feeding, a different hunger would strike her, she desired flesh in the other definition of the term...

In less poetic words, she always ended up getting very, very, very horny. Fortunately, she now had both a beautiful girlfriend and a mindless sex-pet to satisfy such urges.

Armed with a strap-on, MJ grunted as she rhythmically drove the silicon phallus into Felicia's wet, gaping cunt, the nubs mounted on the inside of the harness rubbing against her own privates, sending a delirious buzz spreading through her cold, dead flesh. More than that though, was the fact that she was dominating this temptress, this harlot, this would-be homewrecker, who had attempted to steal away her man, her property. But now...

"You're my property, aren't you, Felicia?" MJ rasped in domineering tones. She gave a smack to Felicia's gorgeous bubble butt, watching the flesh ripple and shake. Her tits similarly bounced up and down with every thrust she managed.

"Yes, Mistress, I am your property..." Felicia replied in her dull, staid voice. With the exception that she was slightly out of breath from the vigorous fuck-session, there was hardly any difference to her cadence.

"You're a slut. A whore. A bitch! A pussy in heat only good for fucking."

"Yes Mistress. I am a slut. I am a whore. I am a bitch. I am a pussy in heat only good for fucking."

MJ laughed viciously at her triumph over her former romantic rival, laughter soon settling into soft moans, as Gwen appeared from behind her, the slight blonde wrapping her arms around her sire, nuzzling into MJ's neck.

Life (or, rather, unlife) was good for Mary-Jane Watson. She had wealth and power and beauty, a loyal girlfriend and thrall, and a subservient maid and sex-pet. She had everything a girl could possibly ask for, and yet...

"We now return to the top story of the day..."

MJ's eyes flickered towards the TV set in the room. Gwen had turned it on at some point between rounds of mindless sex and it was currently airing the evening news. And they were talking about the Avengers.

"Earlier in the day, The Avengers held a press conference announcing they would be leaving Earth for a period of time, conducting a mission in the reaches of outer space..."

Now this... this was interesting. It seemed that the Avengers were leaving Earth. Not all of them, but most of them, including most of the heavy hitters. Captains America and Marvel, the Hulk, Doctor Strange. Sure, New York and Earth would still have some heroes - the Fantastic Four and the AI copy of a comatose Tony Stark, among others - but without their Mightiest Heroes, things were quite different indeed.

Pulling out of Felicia, not caring if her kitty had orgasmed or not, MJ swept across the room in dramatic fashion, suddenly assuming the bearing of a conquering queen. So sudden, that Gwen took curious notice.

"What is it, love?" Gwen asked. MJ's reply came in the form of a toothsome and fangy smile.

"This, this, Gwen!" She gestured at the television. "This is the moment we have been waiting for! An opportunity to make a big play and gain a foothold over this city!" Her ruby red eyes dazzled in contrast to the shadows in the apartment, feverish with desire. "We would no longer have to skulk about and be careful with our hunting and feeding. We can rule these feeble insects like the Queens we are!"

Gwen could not recall if Mary-Jane had ever played a villain in her former life and career as an model and actress, but, as she continued to monologue, she came to the conclusion she was knocking it out of the park. Still, she listened to the speech nonplussed, cocking her head and trying to make sense of it. Did she really want to risk everything for a big score? To challenge the titans of this city? Wasn't MJ happy with the life they had? Nonstop food and fun and sex with her and their kitty?

But, in the end, Gwen demurred. If this is what MJ wanted, Gwen would support her full-heartedly.

"Well then, what do we do first?" Gwen asked, as the two cuddled atop the bed. Felicia had obediently drawn the curtains back finally, revealing the city in all it's glory. Soon to be their city, if MJ had her way.

MJ purred happily, stroking Gwen's flawless pale flesh, planting a few soft kisses on her pouty purple lips. "I think I already know who we'll turn first, who'll become our next sister. But, first, if we're going to play the villainess, we need some peons to do our dirty work.."