Sabrina: The new, edgy teenage twilight witch

A story for /co/, coming from a piece of Rule 34 that Saltcore drew regarding the utterly AWFUL looking new Sabrina the Teenage witch show. That, and her broom looks like it has a dog cock. So, I write this up to go with it. As well as poke fun.

Enjoy, laugh and fap good sirs.


The house was empty, yet again. Save for the blonde haired teen that wandered through from the front door and collapsed in an angsty pile on the living room couch, splaying out lazily and in such a way that displayed a good deal of marketable womanly independance. Sabrina sighed and blew a stray bunch of blond hair out of her line of sight, relaxing into the comfortable cushion of the furniture as she thought back on another day at whatever generic highschool she was attending now. As if highschool wasn't hard enough already with those cliche bitch cheerleaders jabbing at her with words and icey looks of contempt, and stuck with the gaggle of nerdy losers she called her friends, lingering in the lunch room on their own table like a pack of braced faced ghosts and chatting about nothing in particular. The witch felt a utterly pointless and unneeded in terms of character brooding rage starting to build. Why did she had to get saddled with them? I mean, sure they were nice enough people, but why couldn't she be popular? (It may have had something to do with the fact her face was pig-like, but at least she wasn't bald as well). The teen slumped in depression, hating her lot in life as characters popular with the kids nowadays do. She couldn't even be bothered turning on the Television, it'd be some crappy preppy show that totally wasn't cool or niche enough for her hipster tastes. So she sat in silence, broken here and there by the creek of an old house with no-one in it apart from a teenage witch with a tramp stamp on her arm. The glowing tattoo caught her attention, Sabrina bringing an idle hand to stroke at the coloured patch of skin. She'd gotten that the first day the magic inside of her awoke, bursting forth like a dormant flame exposed to the purest of air. The rush of her powers unlocking had been overwhelming, but luckily she stayed with her two aunts who helped her control the storming essence within.

Now at the least, she could do some minor things with a good amount of self-control. Overt displays of magical power came during emotional bursts, like when she fought extreme-looking vampires in a totally rad way like cool man. And the odd teenage tanturm that ended up frying some poor thing around the house. Her room was especially battled-scarred, almost everything in there bearing some sort of magical wound from a breakdown or womynly reason. Today at least, she didn't have anything to suddenly snap over like manga kawaii piglike girls do. Focusing on the glowing rune located on her upper arm, another tangent came into mind. She'd swore she'd caught Harvey looking at the tattoo every now and again. Maybe that ment he was interested in her? It was a hopeful wish, considering that Harvey was the coolest, most detached and Edward Cullen like boy in school. His unpassion and fantastic abs could make a girl literally fall to her knees and ask to have him abort a baby with teeth. Sabrina let her mind wander over the imagined form of Harvey, trying to undress him with her mind and picture every small detail of his wonderous, sparkley body. Even without noticing herself, her hands rubbed at the tops of her thighs with a nervous energy. Hormones do such things to a nubile body after all, and thinking about the marble-like god that was Twlight's Edward Cul-I MEAN Harvey could get Sabrina's blood pumping. As cozy as she was on the couch, her mood was quickly shifting to go somewhere a tad bit more... private. Sabrina wasn't exactly a stranger to meeting with Ms Rosey Palms after all, even having her trusted broom to help, she blew off steam quite regularly. Partly because with being part of a group of nerds, which meant early sexual awaking (and added depravity) thanks to the internet, and partly because it's what independant, sassy and marketable teenages do. From being unsure and bored at coming from highschool to a dirty mind in no time flat.

Sabrina lifted herself off of the tacky couch and trotted away, a subtle smile on her face while most of her mind still lay on Harvey. How he'd follow her up the stairs with a angry, bad boy vampire twlight growl, watching her considerable rump sway back and forth with which step up in the old house in a teasing fashion and reach a hand forward to grope that her behind, and knead the flesh with strong fingers. She put conscious effort into making her hips tick-tock as she went up the floors, getting satisfaction from the imagined looks of her boyfriend so lustfully admiring her behind, the rounded health sized cheeks having a little bounce with each step (An upside to being pig-like, it seems.), which made up for the fact her chest was practically nonexistant. That fact always rubbed her up the wrong way, and was something she'd put on the backburner to 'improve' with her newly found magical abilites. Sabrina flung the door open to her room and entered, looking ever bit a girly room as you could design for a kid's show, but with added angst. Which meant a few black things here and there for consistantacy. She turned and locked the door to make sure she wouldn't be disturbed with one of her aunts came back, heading over to the window next to lock as well to ensure Salem wouldn't bother her either. Finally feeling safe with her own lusts, she continued with the mental ballet. He'd come up from behind, and hold her close, letting body press against body to share passion and warmth. Hands would roam down to the hem of her stylish top after tossing away the thin hipster vest over it, and slowly begin tugging the thing upward. Her own hands mimicked this, undressing herself and gently grinding her rear back against the imaginary lover. The cool bedroom air tickled, a pleasant sensation among the lust swimming through her mind. A line of fingers traced a trail up her back, sneaking toward the plastic clasp of the bra

It was almost a vanity item, the bra that covered her very small breats, but at least it was easy to remove with a single hand. The garment fell to the floor with a dull thud, Sabrina bringing the palms of her hands over her skin, following the curves from her nice butt to her disappointing front (In her opinion.) and placed the soft flats over the stiffening nubs of flesh that were her nipples. She'd rub and pressure them as her lover would, thumb and index finger coming to gently roll the pink eraser-sized buttons. With a final breaking tug, coaxing a soft moan of lust from the teenage, her hands continued downward and reached the hem of her stylish hipster jeans and hipster belt. The large buckle was easy to work even in a lustful state, coming loose and being ripped away as if by a wanting alpha vampire/werewolf Harvey twlight thing. Deftly undoing the buttons on her jeans in a series of easy motions, the denim piece of clothing were shimmyied out of, swinging her ass back and forth in wide strokes and forcing the jeans down over her hips. After that, gravity took over and they fell to the floor to join the rest of her clothes, save one. But they would be gone soon enough, as Sabrina moved over to her bed. It was a poster bed, cozy, comfy and cushy. Thick sheets and mattress. Great for lazy lie-ins for Stressful activity as was about to take place once again. She lay down, and wriggled ontop of the sheets to make herself comfortable before her legs slowly opened out for the prowling mental image at the end of her bed. A perfect view of her panties, already showing a damp stain from horniness and readyness. Those warm hands carried downward, passing the landmark of her belly button and end the silk fabric of her underwear. They didn't take them off right away though, she was going to build herself up for the fun. A pair of fingers, her index and middle slowly moved.

In calm circles they appiled pressure to the covered snatch, feeling the moist softness of her folds through the thin panites. The teen groaned in a low and wanting tone, it always felt so good to tease herself like this before getting down to the real fun. The digits traced outlines, probed and poked and generally had a run of the mill along the witch pleasured herself. Finally though, her patience ran out and those fingers gripped around the bottom strip of the underwear, ripping them down her legs in a flash. She was naked, in all her glory and dripping with barely contained lust. Sabrina switched hands, her left taking over from her right while the 2 fingers that had been working away were brought to her mouth. Greedily she suckled on them, tasting her essence even though she'd been protected by the thin silk panites, a testament to how worked up she could get when she wanted to. As always, she liked what she tasted, her tongue suckling around the pair like it was a pulsing cock in need of milking, matching rhythm with the pair of fingers below. Slowly she'd led the 2 left hand fingers to her entrance and pressed them inward, half of the digit buried within her hot core. "Oh gooooooooood...." Sabrina wasn't much of a talker during sexual stuff, she prefered more just to moan, groan and scream noise instead. The right things though could catch her tongue, like the lovely feeling of two fingers slowly pumping her sopping cunt, curled to hit all of those little spots she'd found in herself. The witch squirmed and writhed weakly on the bed while she rode her hand and simulated head on the other, but this certainly wouldn't be enough to satisfy her today. In a show of will, mostly to herself the girl tore her hands away from herself and held a palm out. "Broom! Come here!" She spoke in a commanding tone, and concentrated on the summoning spell of her favorite piece of travel and sex equipment.

A weight hit her hand, and she firmly grasped it. The black broom had come just as asked, like a good magical item. Sabrina looked over the cleaning instrument, a brief wonder in the back of her mind thinking of just how a broom came to be a witch's best friend, but it mattered little. As soon as it was in her hand she was positioning it and repositioning herself. There was a strange quirk with her broom being used as a sextoy in that the tip didn't merely change to a suitable cock shape, but a cock of her choosing would materialize at a 90 degree angle from the tip end. She found it awkward at first, but once she found riding the broom cowgirl style was more than often everytime. lifting herself up onto her knees, she bit down on her lip as she shuffled over the tip of her faithful black broom once again. Her right hand moved down between her legs, as she cleaned off one of the fingers of her wet left hand, savouring the taste with an obscene expression. Sabrina had developed a love of the strange, thanks in most part to links and pictures shared in her nerd group as a means of shock or trolling. It helped her greatly though, a purple glow surrounding her right hand as it stroked the end of her broom in a suggestive manner. The needed prick grew with magical speed, and she held it to examine its shape, never looking down for a moment. The surprise was half of the fun as the teenager never knew what shape she'd conjure. Hopefully it'd be one of her favorites. With a short sigh she held the broom steady while she lowered herself down onto the mystical dick, grinding her wet lips on the head of the length. It wasn't flat, nor did it feel like a mushroom head but rather tapered to a blunt point. Utterly perfect for penetration, after she'd lubed it up a bit and fortunately her gushing cunt had plenty to spare. Rocking on the strange dick, her juices drooled down the magical material which felt completely organic but looked simply plastic and normal.

Eventually enough time had passed or the witch had simply run out of patience, she began to force her body weight downward onto the stiff dick below her. The tip split her lips apart and came up against the tight orifice entrance, pressuring for entry. Biting down on her bottom lip to surpress any loud outbursts, Sabrina added that little extra bit of force and rumbled whorishly with pleasure as the hot, veined cock penetrated her cunt. She stood stone still for a minute or two, letting her body get used to the girth of the inch or so of toy buried inside of her and sharing its almost animalistic heat. Gathering up her courage Sabrina pushed herself further down the meaty rod, gasping as the pleasure piled up as more and more of the shaft pushed deeper inside of her. With little under half of the magical prick held within her wet, silky tunnel the teenage began a slow steady bouncing on the broom cock, a tiny bit more moving deeper with the apex of each motion. Sabrina's stance shifted to accommodate the changing speed and strength of her own riding movements, hands on her thighs to keep balanced while she fucked her broom like a needy whore. Even the dam of her bited lip broke, releasing slews of deep sultry moans and gasps, her noise spiking in pitch and tone each time that head powers just that little bit deeper within herself. The teenager was properly fucking the broom now, taking practically all of the length with each plunging drop of her hips, throwing all of her body weight behind her motions. Her head span, threatening to overwhelm her sense of balance. To prevent toppling over sideways Sabrina slowly lowered her top half down to keep her centre of gravity close to the bed. It also had the affect of making her look like a proper bitch, ass high and slamming itself up and down on a stiff prick as her face ground against the bed, hands gripping into the sheets of the bed for purchase.

Amidst it all though Sabrina felt something. It was knocking at the door of her soaking lips and it was THICK. It felt like a fiery fist deliciously hitting, adding to the spiraling sensation she was riding. In the back of her mind, she knew what it was, she'd seen them before after opening a link from a friend or two. It was a knot. A fat, veiny and wide knot. She should have been ashamed, she'd conjured up a dog cock without knowing she'd been so horny! At this point though, she didn't care. She wanted it, she loved it and she wanted it inside of her. Breathlessly repeating "Fuck." over and over, the ceiling holding back her climax was breaking away. One last effort would shatter it oh so easily. Sabrina made that effort happen, her orgasm was too important to prevent or stop. She couldn't just up and quit now, not so close even if she was desperately riding a canine pole. The only thought in her head as the knot slammed against her cunt was simple. 'I love it. I love the knot.' And finally it happened. The teenager lifted her hips practically off of the dog prick, leaving only the tip inside before dropping herself down in a staggering effort. With a slick pop, the fist sized ball of flesh punched its way inside and stretched her to a wonderous degree. Her tunnel clamped around the cock and knot, wrinkled walls milking the cock as her clmiax came, the girl shuddering and screaming "I LOVE THE KNOT!" among gibberish moans. In response a flood of hot cum filled her from the cock, magically fashioned after the animal it looked like. Sabrina collapsed, completely satisfied and exhausted with the fat knot holding in all that delicious cum. Quickly she fell into a restful sleep.

Salem watched from the window. He'd seen some shit.