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peeppeephellofatface · 6 years

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I did the vampire Gordon fic early because I got impatient

He’s more the tubby, ravenous, sort from more traditional folklore than the Victorian sort of vampire. Doesn’t spread his condition or have as many fancy weaknesses/strengths, just a body that never actually died and feeds on the living (though with considerably self-restraint). Basically just a really big leech.

ft. blood drinking (duh), stuffing (probably more bloating or liquid inflation though), and some tummy rubs and burpy stuff

They were walking by the yard, on their way home after their business for the day. Momentarily, they paused to watch a load of pigs leaving a van from a distance, hunching over and resting their elbows on the wooden fence in front of them. They weren't in any hurry and it was kind of nice observing the working of the railway. Shunters shuffled back and forth in the distance, puffs of steam and diesel smoke floating into the sky. As their gaze wandered, they noticed a stream of smoke somewhere more unexpected- from behind a large crate. Was it a fire? Against their better judgement, they crept up to it to see what was burning and reached for their pocket, readying to whip out their phone and call the fire department.

But they didn't see anything burning. What they did find was something more unexpected.

A grey figure dressed in blue was bent over, trying to subdue a squirming pig with surprising success, but not subduing the smoky aura that radiated from its figure. All they could do was stare at them with a look of utter confusion. They began to step back, but it seemed to notice the noise and whipped around. The two stared at each other, both horrified, them gaping in even more confusion, and it in slight guilt as it hastily wiped a red liquid off its lips while still clasping the pig's mouth shut to silence it.

Their stares continued as the figure gulped nervously and only broke the exchange by glancing at a small dribbling wound on the pig's underbelly.

"Wha-what on earth?"

It was now breathing heavily, terrified of what they were going to do while they kept running their eyes all over them in shock.

"Don't tell anyone you saw that."

It placed the pig down and shooed it away. They slowly approached who or whatever this was.

"You don't recognize me, do you?"

"N-no?"

"Well, I suppose that's a good thing. Though it does make this so much harder to explain."

"Explain what?"

"Why I'm tucked away back here drinking the blood out of a live pig. Why my skin is grey and my eyes are black."

"Don't the trains have grey skin like that?"

"Engines, locomotives, yes. As does most of the other rolling stock, but not all. You're getting closer."

"How did you even hold onto that pig like that? You're.. obviously not human in strength."

"Go on, go on, isn't it obvious?"

'What?"

"I'm rather large, rather blue, obviously very strong and I'd show you fast I really am but now's not a good time. Surely you've seen something that fits that description?"

"You're that one engine aren't you."

"You're not terribly observant, are you? Indeed, I am probably who ypu are thinking about now. Unless it's Henry back in the early days. Don't you dare even compare me to THAT disgrace."

"Gordon?"

"Yes."

What.. exactly happened to you?"

"Now, it's unimportant to go into the details of how I've gotten myself into this form, but what you ought to know is that the news lied to you. My metal body may be perfectly functional, but truthfully, I am what you could call... undead. They sanitized the story and rebuilt me so it's as if nothing really happened, but I died in a boiler explosion years ago. Didn't think they'd be able to put me back together but remarkably they did due to a little supernatural luck.

"You're a zombie?"

"Vampire's more like it. A cat jumped over a piece of me that was flung miles away, which tends to do that to you. Though I'm really more like big leech in that I don't have the special powers and weaknesses and such, just a hunger for the living and eternal clamminess inside me because I don't have a real fire anymore, just a magical one that somehow works but doesn't warm me up at all. It makes no sense given that I really run on coal, but I feel so exhausted if I don't consume the blood of you living things by taking this form. I usually borrow farm animals and sneak a few gulps from a good few dozen of them until I've had my fill. I may be dead, but as Voltaire has said, we vampires have a commendable appetite. Livestock is perfectly acceptable to me, but truly, human lifeblood is far superior, it's just an occasional indulgence for me since it's considerably harder to acquire without suspicion. Don't worry, I don't bother humans without permission, but nobody besides my past... donors and now you are even aware of my little secret. "

They weren't entirely sure how to feel about this new knowledge.

"Well, since you know about it now, you wouldn't mind letting me have some of yours, would you? "

They went a bit pale in shock and confusion.

"I don't take much at all. No more than the donation places would, I don't want to start a scene or suck you dry, just have a good taste of it. And even if I could, well, I'm already rather full."

They looked down and for once took note of his body, as the pig had mostly hid him earlier. He was much more the gluttonous, unusually healthy, heavyset sort of certain folklore rather than the slender Victorian variety. He was powerfully built but rather plump, and his fat middle strained against his shirt with what was presumably a belly full of blood. He blushed a bit as they observed how bloated he was. They felt themself blush too, particularly as they shyly reached out to gently rub him there, a little concerned that he looked a bit uncomfortable. They felt their face get even hotter as they look back up at him and nervously whispered something to him.

"Can I feel your tummy if I let you do it?"

"Oh yes, yes of course! I'd appreciate it even without compensation, but I'll gladly take both."

He winked and reached to them so he could pull them beside him.

"So you're going to bite my... neck?"

"That's one of the traditional places, yes. Some prefer the abdomen because it's more easily hidden for repeat donors but the mark just looks like a bit of a gash to those unaware."

"I... could kinda go for the neck, actually."

He nodded.

"Now, it may sting a little at first but otherwise you won't feel much. What I will do is make a cut that and suck up what comes out until I've hit the safe maximum. Afterwards I'll lick it a bit to help stop the bleeding but you should seek attention once I'm done. I make sure to be as neat as I can, I might be a bloodsucker but that messy, dribbling look makes my skin crawl and blood's a difficult stain too. And we're trying to pass this off as something that could have come from a particularly sharp branch or accident with a knife or something else equally mundane. This is also a notice that I cannot carry diseases due to being both dead and a machine, one that also regularly gets hot enough inside to kill virtually anything harmful. I don't spread my condition either, or at least not until after you die. I haven't heard of reports of undead livestock so I doubt it would do even that."

They nodded and turned around so they were face-to-face. They were still as he found his mark and opened his mouth, showing a brief flash of two fairly short but very sharp fangs. Like he had said, they felt nothing from the bite and only knew it had happened when they felt a bit of blood begin to drip down, then the soft nibbling and sucking of his mouth. As they relaxed they reached out and started gently rubbing his middle as he sighed in pleasure from the taste of their blood. It was fascinating watching and feeling him feed even if it wasn't very much. Their other hand reached under his jawline and felt his neck as he swallowed small mouthfuls of the warm liquid, savoring the taste. They moaned too as they felt the thick layer of chub over the firm, warm form of his overstuffed middle. He really could be what he drank- a pig. But he was so big and soft and irresistible to the touch, and the feeling of someone as huge and powerful as him so gently mouthing against their sensitive skin was wonderful. All too soon, they felt him draw back to lap up the last of the blood.

"There. That's it."

They sighed and curled into his chest, making a gentle smile spread across his face as he licked a bit of stray blood from his corner of his lip. The pressure against his swollen gut made him groan in pain as he realized he probably did go just a bit too far. Usually his stomach was nearly silent, but overdoing it on the blood could give him some considerable grumbles. He covered his mouth to stifle a burp. They bent back a bit to give him a bit more room and tugged his straining pants button loose, letting his middle bulge forwards.

"It's so big..."

"What can I say? I'm a big engine with a good appetite. And if you look at living bloodsucking creatures, it's typical for them to feed this way. Shame I don't get warm after eating like I used to. It's whole reason I go for fresh blood whenever I can- because I like the heat. And cold blood is disgusting. It's best compared to warm milk or cooked food left to go cool."

They slowly rubbed the lower part of his belly, pressing their ear against it and marveling at the gurgling and sloshing inside. Giggling a little, they swatted at his side to make the liquid inside wobble, triggering some more intense grumbles and a sizeable burp.

"Aw, did you swallow some air?"

He nodded a bit shyly.

They slowly kneaded into the bulge of his engorged middle to help work it out. He groaned a bit from the pressure until the first belch worked its way up. His tummy slowly softened as he burped more, until he seemed to relax and all they could feel were his heavy layers of fat and muscle and the malleable squish of the liquid inside.

"Well, you'd best be going. I can't go anywhere anytime soon and surely you have other matters to attend to."

They sighed as they rested their head against his belly, then nodded, a bit of sadness in their eyes. But before they left, they playfully pulled his shirt up and kissed his middle, winking at him as they remembered what he had said earlier, before getting up and walking off. He chuckled to himself and tugged it back down to help hide the bloating, though it wasn't something he could exactly hide easily.

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Later that night they were asleep, and dreamed that they met Gordon again. Once again they felt his soft cheek brush against them as he made the incision in their neck and began to feed. He was much smaller in the middle than he'd been when they saw him, though still noticeably round and plump. Clearly he had not fed yet. They were mildly concerned, until they looked at their wrist, noticing the "D" they usually drew there wasn't there. They became acutely aware that this was a dream, and considerably relaxed, smiling as they got a wonderful idea. After a bit, Gordon pulled back from drinking but they pressed him back.

"You can have more. I have and endless supply."

"Y-You do?"

"Yes, go ahead and have all you want. Make a bigger hole if you even want to."

His face lit up, though kept a hint of disbelief. He bit a larger gash into them and they felt a considerable gush of blood flow out, which he greedily gulped down, struggling to keep up with the flow at times. That gave them another idea, perhaps a bit of an evil one. They willed the flow to increase until he could barely manage it, practically forcing the hot liquid down his throat. Though he struggled with it, he found himself moan as he guzzled it down in thick swallows, feeling himself filling up rapidly. As he was used to taking small, calculated drinks, being able to gorge so rapidly like this was amazingly satisfying.

The only downside was just how fast they had filled him up. They heard his swallows growing fainter and shuddery and felt his glutted middle, swollen with their endless supply of blood.

"You full?"

He nodded. He took one last gulp at the stream slowed before licking them and flopping back to relieve some of the pressure on his bloated gut.

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