I guess these fangs make us into monsters, a simpsons fanfic

Yeah it's been a while. Had other stuff to focus on. Plus this has strayed pretty damn far from the show so not entirely sure what I am doing with it. Thanks for all of the reviews and any ideas for future chapters PM me or something. I love the feedback.

Review. Faster updates if faster reviews. Would be great if some of the less popular stuff got reviews. I know it has been a while and I will try to keep updating this and other stuff. Just super busy this time of year. All characters are aged up to legal ages.
Bart/Marge Halloween one shot

"Dear Miss Lisa Simpson...Blah Blah Blah. Don't care Don't care. Don't understand. Don't understand. Understand but don't care...Whatever man." Bart Simpson said as he paged through the letter. He had found the letter on top of a box. The box had been hidden underneath Lisa's bed. Bart Simpson had crawled under there a few hours ago because he was searching for cash.

Bart was looking for cash because he needed to buy the last few items for his Halloween costume. Sure it was Halloween night and everyone was ready and most of the costume stores were already sold out...But he was Bart Simpson, stuff just tended to go his way. So he was not too worried. He was definitely going to find some cash, then he was going to go out and buy some werewolf fangs and then he would look really kick ass.

He was shoved half underneath Lisa's bed, his chin resting on a stuffed animal she had kicked under there years and years ago. Back when she was too cool for them. Bart shifted a little and sneezed.

The young man pulled himself back out from underneath the bed and rubbed at his face. He sneezed again and coughed. The bed squeaked above him. Bart coughed a few more times as he squinted and looked down at the box he had pulled out.

"Okay, now I should be able to read whatever Frink sent the queen nerd." Bart said. He sat on Lisa's carpet and flipped through the papers again. It wasn't like he was jealous that Lisa still got letters from Professor Frink. He was just doing his job of being her annoying older brother and snooping around her room when he knew better.

"Okay Frinky boy what freaky fun stuff did you send to little miss graduated high school three years early." Bart asked himself as he poured over the document. He really should get tested for a reading disorder though. Because most of what he read just seemed like nonsense. It also didn't help that Frink had dictated his speech. Which meant every third word was some weird grunt or general exclamation, with the occasional ejaculation of psycho babble nonsense.

"Sheesh, it's like trying to read something written by Jerry Lewis as the Nutty Professor." Bart mumbled. He tossed the papers over his shoulder into the waste basket and dug open the box.

He paused and glanced at the clock. "Eh. I've got time."

He pushed the packing paper away and whistled.

"Dang! Lisa has been holding out on me!" Sitting on a small pile of cotton balls were a pair of fangs. They weren't the cheap plastic ones that you get from a super store. These things were legit. They seemed to catch the light. They were pearl white. And there were two sets in the box. One had multiple smaller fangs leading off of it. The other was just a simple straight forward vampiric one.

"Jackpot." The young man said as he slipped the werewolf ones from the cotton balls. He squinted at the weird technology that wrapped around the backside a few times. "Eh. It's probably nothing."

With a careless shrug he shoved the fangs into his mouth and maneuvered them around until they sat firmly on his teeth. He tossed the box onto Lisa's bed and marched to his bedroom. He HAD to see what he looked like in his full werewolf outfit.

He knew that no one would really dare to make fun of him for dressing up. He was the bad ass rebel of the high school. Plus he knew where to get the best weed and host the best parties. If he wanted to dress up as a werewolf then damn he can dress up as a werewolf!

He was definitely going to look cooler then whichever Disney superhero Milhouse was going to dress up as.

"Bart? Sweetie? Are you up there?" Marge called up the staircase. Bart gulped, and felt a strange click and buzzing sensation in his jaw. He didn't know it but that gulp had activated a small switch in the fangs that he now wore in his mouth.

Bart quickly double timed it to his bedroom as he heard the creaking sounds of the staircase.
"You know that Lisa doesn't like it when you go through her room while she is away at college young man!" The matriarch of the Simpson's family said as she walked up the staircase. One hand firmly on the banister. For balance sake, she didn't normally wear high heels this high and they were throwing off her center of gravity.

Marge Simpson sighed as she heard Bart's door close and lock. She went to knock on it. Thought better and instead walked to her daughter's bedroom. She moved to the window and reminisced silently as she stared out over the neighborhood.

It was already pitch black outside, the only glow coming from the nuclear power plant off in the distance. The bright green making the entire world doused in a odd eerie beauty.

Marge was already dressed up in her vampire costume. It was homemade too. A long black dress, sleeveless and shoulder less. She looked good for her age, which was at this point late thirties to early forties. Her long blue hair was up in it's usual beehive hairdo. It was a little silly to keep on putting so much product up there. But she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the ritual.

Marge sat down on Lisa's bed. She had helped her Little Lisa and Little Maggie get dressed for Halloween countless times before. It had been a ritual that she absolutely relished. It was always so fun to design the cute outfits. To get the fabrics and measure her daughters.

But now with Lisa away at college, and Maggie advising on civil defense down at Camp David….That just left Marge with Bart. Who had always been so fiercely independent! She was dressed up mostly because of the tradition of the matter. She wasn't going trick r treating, just staying home, watching a movie, passing out candy to any treaters who came past….Bart was going out to a party probably, and Homer was…well getting drunk somewhere. The fat oaf probably didn't even know what day it was. Let alone if it was Halloween or not.

Marge let out her trademark irritated groan. She hoped that they would get a lot of trick r treaters that year. It was always so nice to see the neighborhood kids dress up as something spooky or adorable and come to the front door.

"Well I had better go get ready. I just need to finish my make up and put my fangs in. Then it's Margie's night!" She said, attempting to pump herself back up. She sighed, she didn't know who she was kidding. In her youth she and Homer used to be such dynamo's! They would go out to parties, see friends, have people over. And also make love on every single surface that they could find! Sure her energy had diminished over time (Not as sharply as Homer's but a little) but her libido was still relatively large. She still had near inescapable levels of lust. She just didn't have the energy of youth to put any of it to good use! Which was just not fair at all!

Marge stood up and paused. There was a box sitting on the center of Lisa's bed. Marge hadn't noticed it before. She hummed as she looked into the box and grinned. Fangs! A cute little pair of vampire fangs! Just sitting in the middle of a pile of cotton balls.

"Oh! I wonder what these are doing here….They look expensive too…" Marge bit her thumb before shrugging. What was the worst that could happen? She would just borrow them for a few hours and then return them! Marge was sure that Lisa wouldn't even notice or care. After all Lisa was across the country at school. Marge was sure that she wouldn't mind.

Marge picked up the fangs and popped them into her mouth. She used her tongue and manipulated them into place before they clicked very pleasantly down. It was almost like she had bitten into a peach and it was meshing around her teeth. Her mouth seemed to almost be made to accept them.

"Hmmm?" Marge grumbled. Below the fangs there was a small piece of paper. With Lisa's handwriting on it. Marge picked up the small piece of paper and read it. Her eyes widening and slowly she began to talk out loud. Her voice gaining speed and intensity as she kept on reading.

"Dear Bart, Mom, Dad, or whoever finds these weird fangs under my bed. I figure that you wouldn't read the letter on top from Frink so I am putting another note here. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE YOU TO WEAR THESE FANGS! This is a scientific experiment from Professor Frink which causes massive changes to the persons' body and mind. Causing dramatic shifts in body mass and energy. Don't put them in, they will activate five seconds after the second set is placed-"

Marge cut herself off with a loud grunt and folded in half. She felt like she had just been kicked in the gut! Her eyes widened and she felt her nostrils flare. She felt…she felt…she felt…

She felt the dress she was wearing begin to tear. Her hips wiggled and then wiggled harder and harder. Her breath started to quicken. Her eyes felt like they were burning, tears came unbidden to her eyes. She felt like her pupils were changing. And they were. What was once round turned sharp and cat like, what was soft and squishy began to plump and firm, her lips felt moist, then full.

Marge groaned as she stared down at herself. She was changed! Her body…It was otherworldly! Her high heels felt like they fit her much better. Her legs were longer and shapelier. Her hips had expanded and exploded out of her dress. Her butt cheeks had firmed up and plumped up and now it seemed like she was smuggling a pair of beach balls around in there! Her stomach had firmed and strengthened, sure she didn't have abs or anything, she still had a soft layer of warm milf fat. But she was a little skinnier. As if her hips and waist had tightened up a bit. She rubbed her hands up her sides and shivered in amazement. She could feel….everything…every fiber, every hair, every last piece of herself.

Her fingers paused at her massive tits. She used to have a pair of maguppies, then there was a brief period of time when she had bazongas accidentally installed, these tits though…these fantastic tits…they dwarfed those….These were planets, these were beach balls, these were sacks of pleasure that could hypnotize, they could feed an army of children, they could get sucked on for days and days and just keep on leaking!

Marge gulped and felt her stomach growl. She hungered…she hungered for something thick and meaty and oh so sweet. She wanted a treat…She sniffed the air like a cat entering a new environment. She grinned and stared through the wall….She didn't know how she could…but she could see a heat signature through the wall. A familiar one. One that was calling for her….

The brand new vampiric milf floated onto her tip toes and flew through the air. Briefly hip checking the door frame as she exited. Causing the entire house to shake.

Bart stood in front of the mirror as he studied his werewolf outfit. He looked pretty badass. But he wanted to look more badass. He wondered how he could do that…Maybe if he was taller…

Bart felt his teeth buzz and opened his mouth. He stared in amazement at the bright flashes of light that blazed in his mouth and throat.

"Whoa! Cool!" Bart let out a animalistic growl as a brief flash of heat spread across his entire body. It started in his head, reached his toes, turned around and ran back up. He growled, his spine creaked and he grew a solid foot and a half. He abs tightened and he had sickeningly perfect eight pack abs. His biceps curled outwards, strengthened and soon became as large as ripe grapefruits. His butt strengthened up and he clenched it instinctively. His ears sharpened, his eye sight seemed to jump up from 20/20 to something more like 100/100.

Bart fell forward and slammed his hands onto his desk. Panting in amazement. He gazed at his new and improved body. He resembled some sort of body builder! Like the Duff Man but cooler, or Rainer Wolfcastle in his prime.

Bart grinned lecherously. His massive cock slipped from between his shredded jeans. His clothes had more or less exploded off of him as the strange science had just turned him from normal average boy, into pure uncut hung hunk! His dick slammed down between his hands. It was easily over ten inches. Maybe fifteen? He didn't have a ruler on him.

He sniffed the air. Something sweet was filling his bedroom. Something vaguely familiar, something familiar….something….that belonged to him!

Bart turns on his heel and growls. He stares in amazement. Floating…defying gravity…gorgeous as hell…completely vampiric….was his mom.

"Mommmmm…" Bart growls deep in his throat. Marge chuckled, her throat moved lovingly up and down. Her eyes moved over him.

"Hello my special….big big guy. I was just floating by, with these weird slightly scientific vampire powers of mine….And I stopped to think that maybe my big hung young stud would love to have a bit of fun on this fine night?"

Bart chuckled and dropped onto all fours. His ass cheeks clenched and he began to wag back and forth. Like he was a real life dog.

Bart tossed his head upwards and let out a massive animalistic howl. Marge covered her lips with a delighted giggle, her eyes burned bright and had a strange otherworldly glow to them. She turned and started to fly down the hallway, her lips sprouted a deep shade of black lipstick, it was as if her body was changing to make her look all the sexier!

He sprinted forwards. His nails digging into the carpeting and the floorboards beneath. His cock rubbing down his legs and thighs. He smashed out his door and saw his moms big juicy ass disappear around the corner. He was there in an instant. Marge chuckled and gave a sweet little wave to her special little guy.

Bart ran and pounced onto her. Marge let out a delighted gasp as the strong arms wrapped around her.

She let out a yelp as she was pulled downwards against Bart's chest. His fangs flashed as he pushed their lips together. Marge groaned as her tongue was wrapped around Barts. Bart's powerful legs landed them safely and the two rolled over the hallway floor. Soon they were in the living room. Bart gripped Marge's dress and with a rip freed her massive gorgeous lovely round perfect tits. They splashed out, coated in sweat.

"MMMMMM SWEATY!" She growled as Bart continued to kiss her roughly. His large powerful meat hooks gripped and squeezed every last piece of her that he could find. Bart spanked his moms ass and that brought out a loud moan. He spanked it again and admired the adorable wiggle that she did. And the droplets of sweat that started to flow off of her wonderfully booty. He gripped her hard, hard enough to leave scratch marks. To match the ones that Marge was leaving across Bart's chest and shoulders.

Marge wrapped her legs around Bart's hips as he slammed her into the sofa, hard enough to crack the family gathering spot right in half. They didn't even pause, they were way too interested in the others body.

Bart drooled, grinning wolfishly as he stared up and down her very generous very curvy body. He had never seen a woman look like this before in real life. In plenty of hentai, anime, and cheap porn. But there was no way that a person as glorious and gorgeous like this existed in real life. He licked his chops like a wolf that had just spotted little red riding hood.

"Aye carumba mama! You are hot as a sizzling pepper!" He howled out before panting like a dog from a cartoon. Marge chuckled as she ran her long fingernails up and down his chest. It was so chiseled! So strong! She had caught plenty of glances of Ned Flanders shirtless in the garden, she also subscribed to oiled up half nude men monthly magazine…And this chest…this glorious glorious chest….It blew them all right out of the water! It was something that only a decade of hard work and nonstop gym memberships could have crafted! And it was all hers….

"Mmmm baby. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." Marge moaned with her honeyed gravel voice. She blushed as he dark lips fluttered open. Her pussy was as wet as a faucet and she was dripping right through her now torn to shreds dress. She looked like she had taken a ride in a blender and came out the other end horny as hell.

"Yeah?" Bart asked as he gripped her ankles and yanked them apart cruelly. He was eighty percent wolf DNA now. He didn't have to think, he didn't have to worry, he felt like treating her more and more like something to conquer and control then a mother figure.

"For years…." Marge purred out. Acting more cat like then vampiric. "I've been fantasizing about a real man taking me, making me his. Controlling me like I've never been controlled and taken before….And now here we are!" She giggled throatily before gasping.

Bart had ducked out of sight. He was now between her cute plump thighs. They were warm as a sauna, as slippery as a pool, and her pussy lips were spread and permitting him easy access. Which he instantly jumped upon. Bart's tongue was long and broad. Like an oar. He began to lick and lap at her pussy lips. She was already turned on. This just added an additional amount of stimulation that she had not been anticipating.

Marge gasped and moaned, shivering in Bart's grip. Her sons. Hands squeezed around her ankles. Borderline threatening her. Definitely promising her that their wild and crazy and lust fueled love making was just beginning. Marge shivered as his tongue dove in deep. Almost three times as long as a normal tongue, it began to flick and swirl, dancing in ways that she had never imagined possible. Homer was a oaf and a brute. Never once having gone down on his wonderful full figured wife. But here? Now? Now Bart was awakening a hungry beast inside of her. Fueling a monster that had been slumbering.

Now Marge was addicted. She didn't know it. She could hardly have thought it. But here she was. Completely and utterly addicted. She groaned and gasped, shivering, arching her back. Her tits exploding out of their top leaving her pretty much entirely nude. Bart's ass was wagging back and forth, lacking a tail he had to show his joy somehow. His eyes were burning bright with joy. Reflecting the light that burned in the room from the Halloween pumpkins that Marge had painstakingly carved and set up all over the house.

When the gorgeous milf got into the spirit of Halloween the spirit of Halloween really got into her! Bart's licking was increasingly in ferocity. His fingernails were curled into claws. His teeth let out tiny scraps along the entrance of her cunt. Reminding her that he was just as strong and powerful as she was. Marge squeezed her soft slippery satin like thighs around Bart's head. He for a brief period of time was pillowed between the soft maternal loving thighs. She orgasmed harshly, he could taste everything.

Her love, her lust, her need, her desire, her freedom and pure uncut joy. Bart pulled back with a gasp. Marge was grinning down at him ferally. The fire was far from extinguished. If anything he was fanning the flames of her pleasure to a burning pyre of unimaginable proportions.

Bart pulled himself back with a smirk. He gripped his massive log like schlong and slapped it against her thighs with a good natured smirk.

"You look pretty good like that little lady. Are you ready to ride Bart's mama breaking boner?" He let out long hard harsh pants. Marge's tits rose and fell, rose and fell, defying gravity. She licked her lips and spread her legs. Her long fingernails gripped the sides of her pussy lips and spread them.

"Mmmm. Mama wants to feel her special 'little' guy back inside of her. Right where he grew. Right where he belongs." She said with a smile that could turn on any red hot blooded man. And Bart was so much more then just a man now. Now he was wolf, he was hunter, he was going to fuck her into a soup!

Bart lunged forward, his cock head pressed to her pussy lips. He teased his orange sized cock head against her pussy. He was so big and broad. It wasn't likely that he was going to fit. But he shoved himself inside of her anyway.

Marge paused in amazement. Her breath frozen, her eyes wide. Then she let out a demonic shriek that was so high pitched that it shattered crystal. The shriek slowly turned into a joy filled moan and she began to wiggle in her sons grip. Bart wasn't about to let his toy get all of the pleasure.

Bart began to plunge in and out of her. Fucking her slowly but insistently. His abs were slick with sweat, his hair had grown down to his hips like a pelt and his eyes were burning. They were eating each other up, devouring each other up with their eyes, not breaking their gaze from the other. Refusing to let the other have the satisfaction that they had broken the other.

Bart's thrust were fast and insistent, the rhythm and the beat was unbroken. His thrusts speed and strength never wavered. It was a quick relentless fapping that filled up the room. And soon the house. His pants grew more and more insistent, more and more animalistic, more and more like a wolf that was going to be breeding it's mate!

Marge's tits were pressed tight, caught against her sons broad chest and her own arms. Her fangs flashed in the moonlight, her eyes reflected the candlelight. The burning warmth that was spreading out from her loins and engulfing her was enough to make her howl. Her howls turned to hisses, turned to animalistic madness. She was not going to be able to talk for a very long time. She was not going to be able to walk for a very long time. She doubted that she would ever be able to think again!

Bart's cock was as long as an arm as hard as wood and was plunging in and out of her like a wooden stake. His pleasure was burning and bursting through him. His chest was rising and falling. His fangs were proudly standing out. The glow from the technology imbedded inside of them was giving him more and more power. He didn't know how the damn things worked, he didn't understand what was happening. All he did know was that he was enjoying this nice tight cunt. That the warmth that was flooding him was addictive. That his eyes could not break free from his mom's cute face as it contorted and twisted. Her lips tightened and softened, her cheeks were puffing in and out. She looked semi ridiculous.

And he loved it! He loved her! He loved this nice warm pussy, he loved how she felt like a tight fist gripping his shaft. He loved how wet and slippery she was. He felt like he was fucking a hole at the end of a pool noodle filled with oil.

His dick stiffened even more, the hot rod pressing against multiple more pleasure spots that dotted Marge's pussy. She groaned as her fifth orgasm tore through her. The two were not sure how long they had held that position. They did not feel any cramping or pain or discomfort. It was almost as if the pleasure was overwhelming that section of their brain. As if they would not permit themselves to feel anything except red hot uncut uncontrolled pleasure. Now or ever again!

Bart's straining cock was starting to make a bulge in Marge's stomach. Marking her as his. Making this vampiric bitch submit to her younger hotter stronger werewolf lover!

Marge groaned and flashed her teeth, arching her back and slapping her ankles against Bart's firm masculine shoulders. Bart snorted like a bull and then tossed his head back. His balls tightened, tightened some more, and finally spurted his cum up and out of his balls. The semen sped up his shaft, through his cock opening, and deposited themselves deep inside of her womb.

"I grew in there." Bart grunted in amazement before shaking the thought off and chuckling. 'This is one hell of a homecoming. A home…cumming?" He snorted. The pun seemed funny to him. He couldn't explain why. He continued to thrust, helping his seed along. Making sure that it went all the way to the back of her womb. Making sure that every last drop was going to be deposited all the way inside of her.

Marge was left panting and hissing. The cum was filling up her womb. Her ovaries felt like they were drowning in jizz. She blinked wetly upwards at her glorious son. At the werewolf that he had become. She wrapped her legs around Bart's hips and much to their amazement the two actually began to float in midair.

Bart laughed in amazement

"Whoo hoo mom! This is definitely going to spice up our sex lives now!" He let out a howl of delight. Marge let out a week little chuckle before she found herself spun around into doggy style.

"Young man are you really that turned on again?" She asked in amazement. Bart let out a dog like whimper and began to thrust his still rock hard erection in and out of her. Marge let out a chuckle before reaching back and spanking her hands onto her butt cheeks. Bart gripped her wrists and pulled back sharply. She grunted and felt his dick stretch her out even further.

"Now Bart…Baby…I am definitely ready for another round. I am down to pound until we have gotten to round one hundred…But…I'm a little puckish…" She licked her lips, her fangs sparkling with spit and firelight. Bart's stomach rumbled and he grinned in response.

"Yeah…I've worked up a wolf like appetite…" The two paused when they heard a knock on the front door. They grinned to each other and Bart slid his massive cum coated dick out of Marge. Letting a wad plop to the ground as Marge used her vampiric powers to alight the two onto the floor quietly.

"I-I-I I don't like this holiday!" Todd Flanders cried to his younger brother Rod. The two were dressed up as obscure bible characters. And had just left the house. They were both wearing bright orange reflective vests so that they could be visible and scarfs so that they would not get cold. The two young men had been banned from going trick or treating by their father for nearly two decades. Since Halloween was the devils holiday. Just like public schools and boxer briefs.

"Don't be such a baby. We'll go to the Simpsons house and get some candy then run home and pray for forgiveness!" His brother said as he raised a hand to knock on the front door. They knew the Simpsons they were best friends with the Simpsons! Nothing bad could happen if they just went to the Simpsons' house right?

The front door flew open, two nude figures stood in the flickering light of candles. Cum dripping wet and raw from their genitals. Bart's massive hand covered Rod's head and yanked the screaming young church goer into the house. Marge laughed sadistically as she grabbed her snack and pulled Todd in after his brother. There was a brief period of screaming and then bright red blood poured out from underneath the door. The matching giggles from Bart and Marge turned into moans as reenergized they returned to their frantic levels of lovemaking.