The Corseted Vampire, Part Two

What a fun night...

>You softly muse while walking home through the deserted streets.

>The sun has long since set after the party, having been replaced by Luna's gentle moon.

 >Sweet, warm cider that AJ brought to "Nightmare Night at Sugar Cube Corner" sloshes happily in your taut stomach.

>You certainly had more than your fair share, but why not?

>The Apple Family only makes their special pumpkin-tinted cider once a year; you would never want to miss it's subtle fall flavors.

>Your mind wanders to the various outfits of the evening.

>AJ's scarecrow...Pinkie's cupcake...Twilight's...well, you weren't quite sure who she was supposed to be this year.

>Your own costume went over especially well, letting you teasingly flex your powerful lats and biceps for a wildly blushing "Queen" Rarity.

>Who knew that "Vampire Hunter", complete with your hand-made wooden stakes, would be all the rage in Ponyville?

>Inhaling crisp night air through your mouth, you almost taste the lingering apple-nectar on the outward sigh.  

>Closing heavy eyes and treading onwards, you think about tomorrow and your chore list.

>You really need to finish the intricate wooden carvings on Twilight's new bookshel-

*clang*

>The sound of metal on metal sends you into a state of alert.

>You take a quick glance around out of habit, noticing nothing out of the ordinary.

Damn Fluttershy...

>You softly grumble while shaking your head; the yellow mare's constant rape attempts have wrecked your sense of security in this seemingly tranquil town.

>You decide to take the path along the dense forest towards your comfortable cottage.

>However, peering into the woodsy darkness causes you concern as spontaneous attempts at recalling last year's Nightmare Night events manage to elude your brain.

>A mild breeze whips across your features in an almost unnatural manner and a slight grimace strikes your face; your pupils locked on the darkness betwixt the thick maple.

>You almost cannot help but feel as if you are being watched; the ebon night staring back...

>"Hey there, handsome."

>A squeaking voice peals out from over your shoulder.

>Jumping slightly, you spin on one heel to meet the slender form gazing your direction.

>"Hehe..."

>A gaunt foal giggles as her lacey Victorian cloak lazily wafts with the night air.

Sweetie Belle! You startled me.

>You blurt out, placing a hand to your heart in teasing exaggeration.

>You're happy to see another mare besides Fluttershy, but cannot explain the rapid beating that refuses to leave your chest.

>"Oh, well I certainly wouldn't want to cause such a dashing man any alarm,"

>She states in a teasing posh tone before showing off a set of startlingly realistic vampire teeth.

>You roll your eyes at the second compliment; young Sweetie is a growing mare after all.

>"...but I simply had to catch you after the party, considering my absence."

>No...you don't remember seeing the young mare at the event, or even during most daytime hours for that matter.

>The thin foal takes another step forward, never breaking eye contact.

>The action causes your stomach to shudder and your pulse to mysteriously quicken.

So, it looks like you're a vampire for this Nightmare Night, hmm?

>You question with false curiosity, not wanting to make a scene out of your unwarranted anxiousness.

>The filly nods her head slightly with a smirk.

>"I suppose that would be half-correct. You 're dressed like a vampire hunter. Do tell me...find any vampires tonight?"  

>Prying your eyes away to look Sweetie Belle over, you can't help but realize just how sickly her form has become given her rapid maturation.

>The once ball of springy fluff now gives way to sharp, mareish features, yet young Sweetie seems famished.

>Locking eyes once more, you also notice a current change in Sweetie's pupils as they redden with a crimson tone.

Sweetie Belle...a-are you feeling alright?

>You stumble on your words while the wind sends autumn leaves scattering across the forest path; this isn't the mannerisms of the cute young mare you know.

>"Now that you mention it,"

>Sweetie's voice cracks as she shoulders her cloak and begins a stalking motion towards you.

>"I am feeling rather needy."

>Her petite chest rises and falls within her now visible corset.

>You stagger back in shock upon viewing the elegant linen strapped tightly against the foal's form.

S-Sweetie Belle...stop.

>You mumble out, feeling your feet suddenly frozen to the dirt below.

>Your mind screams at you to flee, yet the harder you try, the more icy your body becomes.

I'm not feeling the best at the moment. I think it's best if we talk again later.

>The white little mare only picks up her trot, her red eyes full of longing.

>"Mmm... is the big, strong hunter afraid of the night?"

>Sweetie huffs against her restrictive apparel, grinning in a devilish manner.

>"Let me show you how fun it is to become a part of it instead."

>The filly finishes by leaping towards you, wrapping  your form against her bodice.

>The aroma of ashes and lavender fill your nostrils; your final conscious sensation the feel of sickly ribs covered by the corset of your unexpected captor.

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>Drip.

>Drip.

>Drip.

>"Oh Celestia..."

>Your eyes finally open after hearing a voice in the darkness moaning softly.

>You're met with a sight of an unknown cave and blood-dripping Sweetie Belle sitting on your exposed stomach.

>The foal's mouth hung lazily open with her eyes shut tight in ecstasy.

Sweetie Belle! What are you doing?

>You hoarsely shout and struggle, only to find your wrists and ankles tightly bound by the tatters of your Nightmare Night shirt, Sweetie's fanciful cloak, and few shimmering magic chains.

>The filly looks down at you, smiling slightly upon seeing you finally awake.

>"She's right."

>The vampiric young mare squeakingly whispers while moving her muzzle close.

>"It does taste better when you're in love."

>Sweetie Belle flutters her eyes adorably before taking another sloppy, inexperienced bite into your neck.

Nggyaahh!

>Feeling the blood leave your veins, you shout out into the dimly-lit cavern.

>Sweetie jerks her had back, tossing her mane and sending a new trail of red dots splattering down your muscled chest.

>She takes a moment to revel in her drink.

You're an actual vampire? Sweetie Belle, what happened to you?!

>"I've waited far too long to have you in my hooves."

>Sweetie sighs softly, ignoring your question and standing up while turning around.

>The action provides you a glimpse of her undead bodice, wracked with the gauntness from her life as a suddenly all-too-familiar corset still remains skin tight against her fur.

>"By now the second stage of my 'love bite' should be in full effect....ah, there it goes!"

>Her voice cracks with foalish excitement as you could only feel one particular sensation shamefully creeping through your manhood.

>Before long, your lengthy shaft is easily outlined and raging forcefully against the fabric of your pants.

What...? N-Sweetie, it's just a crush an-

>"We'll have to get these off."

>You're interrupted with a violent hiss as the foal bares her fangs once more, ripping the crotch and seams from your trousers with quick bites.

>"Oof!"

>Unprepared for your hardened shaft, the filly is slapped in her snout by your masculinity springing to freedom.

>She rubs her nose gently with a dainty hoof before immediately becoming transfixed by the sight of your erection's girth and shape.

>"Wow..."

>The foal flashes her tail from side to side, revealing her leaking ebon marehood.

>"Looks like my hunter has quite the wooden stake hidden in his trousers."

>She gingerly reaches out a hoof, massaging your  shapely bell-end.

>You attempt to protest, only to find your mind becoming increasingly clouded by an unexplainable lust.

 >"I bet it would feel amazingly 'deadly' to any vampire filly  'unfortunate' enough to get impaled on it..."

>Sweetie Belle excitedly squeaks while a thin squirt of mare juice lands squarely between your pectorals.

>You wince as the wetness splatters slightly up on your neck.

>"Oh!"

>Sweetie exclaims, looking over her shoulder.

>"Sorry, my dear."

>She giggles softly, gently sweeping up and down your chest with the curls of her tail.

>"Now to get this ready. It already looks so full of blood..."

>The young mare hisses while baring her needle-like fangs dangerously close to your aching member.

No!

>You groan out in a horny haze, straining against your magical trappings.

>However, Sweetie Belle targets your inner thigh, pricking it with her teeth tips and lapping up the warm blood.

>Once the vampire laps her fill, she hurriedly deposits her quarry up and down your shaft, applying generous amounts around your bulging glans.

Nyyyghh....

>You hiss through clenched teeth as the filly's tongue works her magic along your raging manhood.

>Occasionally between bloody licks,  Sweetie tries to throat your head and shaft only to choke from the girth.

>All the while giving you witness to her little winking button, flushing crimson red itself.

>*pfwwah*

>"That should do it!"

>Sweetie Belle chirps proudly, finishing her work.

>Your erection aching with need and covered in a mixture of blood and Sweetie's saliva towers before the petite foal.

Sweetie, look at me! That's enough!

>You become filled with rage, desperate to break your bonds.

>Turning slowly, the vampire aligns herself to face you, looking down into your desire-clouded eyes as her young flower slides along your manhood.

>"Yes, Anon? I'm looking at you..."

>The mare giggles with a cracking, lusty voice as you attempt to yell, yet not a peep leaves your mouth.

>Locking with the vampire's eyes, you cannot help but feel the will to resist rapidly shrink as soon the only sensation prominent is your heartbeat.

>"You know, Anon,"

>Sweetie Belle begins as she rubs her onyx fillyhood along your lengthy shaft.

>"Vampires need life fluids to stay alive and sane."

>You begin to sweat, trying desperately in vain to break her gaze.

>"Blood does a good job, but only goes so far to satisfy a mare in love."

>Sweetie Belle lets out a small squirt of filly juice on your glans, causing you to groan and your mind to go further blank; trapped.

>"A vampire's true 'life' is based around desire and her partner; hunger and matrimony. I was powerless to make you mine in life, but little did I know that in death I would start to live. "

>Sweetie's sickly form pants within her corset as she presses the tip of your crown to her entrance.

>Any remnants of  mental resistance evaporates as you feel her winking clitoris poking against your head.

>She looks so gorgeous, backlit by Luna's moon as the light trickles into the hidden cave.

>You need this filly.

>No.

>You love this filly; this corseted vampire...

Sweetie, I...I...

>You groan, your mind trapped inside the eyes of the snow-white vampire.

>"Say it."

>Sweetie Belle whispers as she struggles onto your throbbing head.

Aaghhh!

>You grunt in pleasure as a slick grip engulfs your glans as only a foal's could.

>"S-Say it."

>Your undead captor demands again, clenching as she lowers herself inch by inch down your vein-etched shaft.

>You can only resist with moans, feeling Sweetie Belle's ridged marehood massaging you vigorously.

>The filly shoves her forehooves against your chest, using it as leverage to force her way down.

>Before long you bottom out, leaving several bloody inches painfully exposed to her dripping fluids.

>"Ughh...C-Celestia, you're big...."

>Sweetie Belle winces, feeling your shapely glans pressing eagerly at her vampiric womb.

>You can almost feel her mental control weakening.

N-never...

>You mumble, trying to shake your mind free.

>The gaunt vampire only responds by bouncing up and down, barely able to stretch her inexperienced fillyhood wide enough to accommodate your generous "stake".

>"Yes -you- will!"

>Sweetie Belle hisses, desperately impaling her lust-addled flower between every word.

>You groan lewdly at her erotic contortions, highlighted by the elaborate corset still tightly binding her bodice.

>Stretching herself out, Sweetie manages to take a few more inches of your thickness before wildly convulsing.

>"S-something's...AAAAHHHHH!"

>She cries, wide-eyed as a flood of yellow-tinted liquid thickly gushes from her tight slit.

Nggyyaaahhh...yes...

>You moan out while lost to the pleasure.

>Every ridge of Sweetie Belle's foalish form felt marvelous gripping your shapely bell-end, nearly locking you between every edge; the vampire never stopped squirting.

>"AHHH....AHHH..."

>Sweetie cried out, tears threatening to overrun her pale features as she rode out orgasm after orgasm.

>"S-so good, so d-deep....you last so long."

>The undead Sweetie Belle amateurishly slaps her lower half against you, galvanizing herself to take every last inch.

>"Impregnate me..."

>Sweating and groaning, you could rapidly feel your own climax approaching.

>Your mental state was nothing more than a mush of lust and desperation; you cannot hold your desire back for much longer and the foal only focuses her hungry gaze.

Sweetie...

>"Say it!"

>The filly screeches, her corset straining.

>Trapped within her eyes, you flex your abs and chest in a vain struggle.

S-Sweetie...

>You're lost completely now, a slave to her carnal embrace.

>You need to thrust; you need release.

>"Say it!"

>Your rapidly throbbing manhood swells inside your undead filly.

>Your vampiric foal...

Sweetie, I...!

>Sweetie Belle bares down, her horn sparking as she screams,

>"SAY IT!"

SWEETIE BELLE, I LOVE YOU!

>In an instant, the chains and cloth holding your appendages shatter into nothingness.

>Your strong hands fly to Sweetie's haunches, gripping them fiercely while your thighs thrust forcefully upwards.

>A thick, searing-hot spurt of ivory erupts from your strangled member, fertilizing the vampire filly with living seed.

>"YES! OH, CELESTIA YES!"

>Sweetie Belle shouts, rolling her eyes back in violent orgasm while salty streams run freely down her cheeks.

L-love...

>You can only grunt like a beast, stretching your foal to the maximum; a final attempt to cram every bit of your raging thickness deep inside.

>Sweetie Belle's frail body is wracked upon your engorged erection, and quickly  overflows with the product of her efforts.

>Stream after stream of cum fires powerfully against her cervix, filling the foal over and over with each successive wave.

>Your hoarse groans fill the air, only to be drowned out by the vampire's shrieks of long-awaited insemination.

I l-love...you...ah...

>You nearly sob from the intensity, emotionally exhausted as your seemingly endless fountain finally tapers off.

>Sweetie Belle can only gasp, half-successfully trying to regain some composure and control.

Ack!

>You feel the sharp pangs of Sweetie Belle's teeth once again piercing your skin.

>She withdraws after an instant.

>"N-now sleep, m-my love."

>Sweetie pants with a cracking voice, her insides still slowly milking your proud member.

>Your eyes fail you almost immediately; your mental fortress in shambles.  

What? No...

>You manage to mumble out, finally able to shake your head.

>Your body becomes limp, as the last thing you experience is the intense small of ash and sex hanging heavily in the air.

>The foal reluctantly manages to dislodge your knotted glans from her young canal before gingerly placing a hoof over it.

>An attempt to retain your precious, pearly cream.

>"D-don't worry,"

>Sweetie Belle squeaks softly in the waning moonlight, watching over your sleeping form with a tender smile.

>"We'll be together forever, thanks to the best sister in the world."

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>You awake within the confines of your bed sheets, tucked tightly around your body.

>The day's sun has already risen though your window, although the apparent morning seems quite young.

>A terrible dream?

>You're never affected by cider...

>In a haze, you shift yourself from side to side, feeling a little rough and sore on your manhood and thighs.

>You can feel two little pinpricks near your hips...

Nggh...NO!

>A hand quickly finds your neck, and manages to find a series of small bite marks ever quicker.

>You bolt upwards in a cold shock, jumping out of bed and into the sunlight.

>You wince as the harshness of Celestia's sun strikes your eyes, yet feel no other ill effects.

Whew...wh-what the hell was all that about...?

>You shakily sit back down, placing your hands to your head in anxious thought.

>In this position, you notice a small note that was flung to the floor, probably in your fit of awakening.

>You slowly reach over and lift the delicate parchment to your face, reading the lettering intently.

A love so fertile, it cannot falter.

Twixt the living and dead, a bloody flower blooms,

And drinks liquid pearl from the fountain of eternal matrimony.

Fill me, my husband, for you are my well.

 'Till our wedding night,

-Sweeite Belle

 >Your heart nearly stops;  your stomach in knots.

>The note finishes with a crimson-red kiss, yet you highly suspect that it is not lipstick.

>Drawing a firm, resolute breath inwards, you calm your pulse by exhaling slowly.

>Possibly engaged to young Sweetie Belle; a vampiric foal no less.

>Nightmare night has certainly become more interesting...

>End