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The sun has long since set after the party, having been replaced by Luna's gentle moon.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