The Corseted Vampire

"Will y'all hold still already?! I need ta make sure these are tight..."

"Yeah! Stop being such a baby foal!"

The young farmer-Frankenstein and scooter-superhero pair chides you as they complete their work. Tied up in a grim reaper's robe behind a carrotjuice bar was the last way you'd think of spending your first Nightmare Night. When you consider your abductors were only fillies, it simply adds to the humiliation as they finish strapping you down against the flipped table.

"Girls...just let me go...we'll forget all about this, and I'll even get you some candy from Pinkie's stash."

You attempt to bargain, unsure of what was to come. Applebloom ponders the question, but decides against her sweet tooth.

"Not 'till tha 'Mistress of tha Night' gets her marshmallow butt here so she can try ta git her cutie mark. Now where tha hay is she anyway? "

As if on cue, a "vampire" of impeccable dress and grooming sweeps into the back room. Her expensively hand-made cape accents the curvature of her naturally gaunt form which trots smartly closer. A bead of sweat appears on your forehead as you notice the elaborate corset that hugs her small waist, covering her shallow ribs. The vampire's "teeth" form into a disturbingly lustful grin; they glint against the sheen from her white fur as she approaches the dimly lit vertical food-prep table.

"I have come for you, my love..."

Her cracking voice pierces the pitched silence. You put on your best "friends only "smile flexing, your wrists against the rope.

"Wh-Whatever do you mean, Sweetie Belle?"

You ask nonchalantly as not to provoke the little fillies around you. Scootaloo simply rolls her eyes.

"Haven't you ever read any vampire books, dummy? She's here to drain your life-force!"

"Yeah! N' we got ya here ta help her out, sos'n she can get her Vampire Bat Cutie Mark! What better time than Nightmare Night?"

Sweetie Belle stares longingly up into your eyes, half-lidded and unchanging in her grin.

"Life force...wait, girls! She doesn't mean my blood! Sweetie wants to su-"

You're silenced as Applebloom shoves a surprisingly dense apple she plucked from the bar into your jaw. Your tongue struggles against the unripe, waxy apple in a vain attempt to shout for help. Scootaloo and Applebloom simply high-hoof one another for a plan well-enacted.

"OPERATION:' CUTIE MARK CRUSADER NIGHTMARE NIGHT MASTERS' IS GO!"

The two co-conspirators turn to trot out in order to watch the front door.

"Hey Sweets, try not to get his blood all over your fur, okay? It'd totally stain and ponies will get suspicious you're a vampire!" Scoots reminds the unicorn as she and Applebloom trotted outside.

"Oh don't worry...I plan on getting all of my darling's 'life force' in my mouth..."

Sweetie whispers as the door closes shut, leaving you to your vampiric fate. The filly strains softly, her horn glowing as her minimal magical ability manages to tear your robe along the seams. The fabric fell unceremoniously to your sides, exposing your fit body to the young foal.

'She must get that little trick that from Rarity'

Your mind raced to the obvious conclusion.

'Of course she tests it out on the only day of all the days I decide to go commando underneath a black robe...'

You curse Equestrian warm weather and grumble. Sweetie Belle's body sways in a manner she could only garner from big sister; the corseted mare makes her way to you. Rising up to lean against your lower chest, she allows her sickly bodice to snake seductively against your member. After so long without much stimulation, you feel it eagerly twitch as blood rushes readily through your body.

"My precious coltfriend, all tied up and nowhere to run...the perfect midnight snack for the Night Mistress..."

Sweetie hisses softly in her roleplay, all the while rubbing white corset lace heavily against your rising manhood. It looks like her little crush you thought she had has blossomed into full-blown desire.

"Schweephteeph, shtoppths.... thifff feelffs pho dirttyypphhhh."

You barely manage to choke words out from behind the apple.

"...dirty?"

The foal raises an eyebrow slightly, making her way to all fours and staring lovingly at your thick pole. Your erection begins to press earnestly against her velvet corset as she grinds, letting you feel her lean ribs between the black velvet and lace. Her crimson-lined cape sways with her narrow shoulders while her head dips further down.

*puff*
*puff*

Two gusts of her hot breath burst against your aching head, making you shiver. Sweetie Belle turns around, proceeding to softly dust your shaft and now aching cockhead with her tail. You moan into the apple at the delightful tickling that stimulates you to higher and higher levels of shameful need. Sweetie turns back around; your erection eclipses a good portion of her head and horn. She kisses the throbbing underside gently.

"I'd say you're pretty clean now."

Sweetie Belle drops her shoulder cape to the floor as she gets comfortable. Opening her mouth slowly, her "vampire teeth" tickle the sides of your cock as she looks up into your eyes and hisses softly. Without further hesitation, her small lips encompass your raging head and latch onto the back of your glans. Sweetie suckles fiercely in the form of one long pull of her sealed mouth. You moan once more into the apple, this time slightly louder; your teeth raging in a desperate attempt to bite through it...but it simply rests too far back in your jaw.

Your struggling serves only to increase the blood flow now circulating quickly through your body. Rotating her head back and forth, she nurses your head between soft and hard sucks. Her eyes never leave yours but for moments of seductively slow blinks. With a few more slight bobs down onto the head and a loud pop, she releases your swollen head. It throbs in the light as it drips with the foal's saliva. Sweetie grins slightly at the knowledge of how good she makes you feel before spitting her fake vampire fangs out onto the tile floor.

"This should help me get you a little bit deeper...wouldn't you like that?" the filly whispers to you.
Sweetie's heavy breaths accentuate her lean figure restrained against the tight corset. You can only grunt as your body betrays you to the deviant filly. Sweetie Belle opens her mouth widely as she takes your crown in once more, allowing her tiny tongue to peek out and rub against the underside of your shaft. Sweetie begins to slide her silken maw back and forth softly, sucking every time and eagerly pulling you further and further into her gullet.

Shuddering violently, you feel the rim of your cock pass Sweetie's tonsils and into her milking throat. Falling into a mental haze, you allow the sensation of arousal and pleasure to claim your mind. You clench your eyes and groan; the thin filly is having her way with your member.

The ridges of her throat and the lapping of her tongue feels like warm, wet velvet as Sweetie begins to bob her head more violently. Smiling internally, Sweetie Belle knows her coltfriend loves her thirsty throat. She increases the intensity, wandering a hoof over your testicles. The filly adores their virile heaviness as they begin to constrict against your body.

The vampire hums with pleasure at the taste of your ever-increasing flow of precum. The vibrations only serve to stimulate you further; you feel your lust bubbling inside. Boiling cream aches to escape into Sweetie's hungry mouth, ready to release. Feeling your head swell, Sweetie fights the urge to gag as your member fills the back of her throat to capacity.

Breathing in through her snout, she buries it and her styled mane as far as she can into your lower belly, desperate to take it all. You feel crammed almost impossibly deep into the young filly's throat as she hilts her mouth against you. With the last vestige of mental resistance unable to stop the rampaging lust coursing through your veins, you clench fiercely against the apple, actually biting through it as the first wave of semen floods into your shaft. The reward of a tart, unripe apple floods your taste buds as you moan.
Clenching your eyes shut, you strain against the ropes as the filly's throat muscles work with frantic need against your manhood. Violent bursts from your sensitive cockhead spray into Sweetie Belle's oral cavity.

The sensation of her long-awaited prize flooding mouth makes the foal moan in loving ecstasy. Wave after wave of your hot cream spurts into her mouth; what remains of the little space left inside floods and cum begins to seep from her cheeks in small drops. Sweetie Belle swallows heavily in an attempt to quell the fires of lust using the seed of her love; precious droplets escape onto her tight corset.

The bursts continue, eventually forming into a small splash against her tongue as she slowly pulls her head back to accommodate more of your cream. The flood turns to a trickle as she suckles softly against your sensitive glans. The filly's young body quivers with delight at the sensation of being filled. With a final, lengthy suck, she releases your trembling member to the coolness of the air.
Taking careful licks, Sweetie laps at the small pearls of cream that pool at you head. You shiver at the feel of her dexterous little tongue while you finish the remnants of the apple piece and swallow. Your wrists and legs ache against the straps from your struggling.

"Sw-sweetie Belle..."

You manage to gasp, still mentally and emotionally stunned

"Yes, my love?"

Sweetie Belle's voice cracks softly as she finishes licking your member clean; her horn glows and reattaches your black robe together at the simply stitched seams.

'Huh...I'm going to need to talk to Rarity about what she teaches her sister during their "bonding moments'

You ponder before speaking,

"Sweetie Belle, that was wr-"

"ARE Y'ALL DONE IN THERE SWEETIE BELLE?"

Sweetie groans in annoyance as she quickly flings her cape back onto hide her dripping, swollen marehood. Without even a simple knock, Applebloom and Scootaloo come into the room. You open your mouth to speak, but get drowned out by Scootaloo's questioning.
"So did you suck his blood? Did ya did ya did ya!? ....hey, where's your teeth?"

Sweetie Belle looks to the vampire teeth on the ground, then to her friends, then back to the ground. She sweeps them up in one motion and places them into her mouth with blush.

"I don't think drinking blood is my talent, I just don't have the....thirst for it."

She giggles loudly; the other Crusaders groan.

"Looks like we'll need to try something else tomorrow, girls..."

Scoots states solemnly.

"Sorry...looks like y'all got captured for nothin'. Some 'Mistress of the Night' Sweetie Belle tuned out ta be."

Applebloom glances at her would-be vampiric friend, who blushes.

"How about 'cooba divin'? There's a big lake near the farm wheres we can practice at!"

The Apple sibling excitedly hops around while Scoots unfastens your restraints.

"Yeah, that sounds rad! I wonder if Rainbow like the water...?" Scoots asks to herself.

You shake your head in an attempt at clarity. Both fillies are painfully oblivious to the smell of sex hanging in the air. Dropping to your knees, you massage your wrists as the last ties are undone.

"We'll be seeing you around town!"

"Ya'll have fun the rest of tha night! Come on, Sweetie!"

The two fillies trot happily out of the dim carrotjuice bar, followed slowly by a skipping Sweetie Belle. She stops to look back once over her shoulder and licks her "fangs".

"...happy nightmare night, my love."

The foal giggles as you shakily stand, hurrying to catch up to her friends.

You certainly hope that next year's Nightmare Night turns out to be less eventful...