Love Bites

by LoLo June

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2694

He is the predator, she his prey, the hunt their romance.

The thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline, the scents. He loved everything about it. A beautiful mare had found herself in his forest, and he was excited for the chase. Follow him throughout his journey in claiming his next meal. Will he let her live, or will he drain her dry?

Contains: Safe, sane, and consensual sex, predator/prey play, blood, biting, cocks and vaginas

Setting: Clocktower Society

Cover art by: Manifest Harmony

Editors:
~ Scarlet Weather ~
~ Silent Whisper ~
~ Wendy Crescent ~
~ Master Fuzzy Fabricator ~
~ Seraphem ~

Published 2017-10-25 19:50:05 UTC
Last updated 2017-10-25 19:50:05 UTC

The Hunt

As he hid in the shadows of the forest, he could see her wandering. He could smell her blood – sweet, metallic, intoxicating. She had fallen rather gracelessly when she was running from him earlier that night, and the memory of the shallow scrape was burned into his mind. It made the hunter all the more excited for the thrill of the chase, but now he was just watching, waiting to attack.

The moonlight reflected off her ivory coat as it shone through the leaves of the forest, the soft blue glow of her horn the only other light present. The stallion felt fear radiating off of her as she walked, nervously scanning her surroundings for any sign of him. Silly mare. She wouldn’t be able to see him. He’d had years of practice.

He listened as she took a deep breath and continued to walk further into the dark forest. She wouldn’t hear a thing as her pursuer quietly moved from one tree to the next, slipping through the shadows as if one with them, watching her jump at the sounds the nightlife made. The snap of a twig as a fox ran through the forest, the rustle of leaves as an owl took flight. He was amused by how scared she seemed, a large smirk spreading across his muzzle, revealing his sharp fangs. A gust of wind blew through the forest, causing the strong, ferrous scent of her blood to waft past him. It made him feel dizzy with excitement, his fangs throb with need. He hadn’t fed in days, waiting for the perfect meal to find itself trapped in his forest. His smirk grew as he moved quickly through the trees ahead of her, sitting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“Well, isn’t this lovely. I’m lost in this goddess forsaken forest. Why did I ever agree to that stupid dare.” The mare sighed as she shook a few leaves out of her mane, using her hoof to try and brush the rest out. She looked around her surroundings again, sighing once more before walking over to a tree and leaning against it.

The predator’s smile grew from the bushes he was hiding in, watching his prey intently. His eyes focused on the cut on her leg, nostrils flaring at the scent of her blood. The hunter eagerly licked his lips, imagining how sweet she was going to taste. Movement out of the corner of his eye caused him to quickly snap out of his fantasy as his prey had stood up and started walking again. This was his moment. He jumped out of the bushes and tackled the smaller pony, the mare screaming out as he held her down with his greater size and strength.

“Surprise,” the thestral chuckled with a sinister smile on his face. The mare thrashed and struggled beneath him, trying to get away. He laughed harder, licking his lips once again as the mare feebly attempted to escape. He leaned down, nipping at her ear. “You should just give up. I’m stronger than you,” he whispered, smiling.

“You can go to Tartarus!” she snarled, continuing her struggles. It only amused him more as he laughed, his eyes focusing on her neck in the dark. He leaned down once more, brushing his muzzle against her throat. “Get away from me you… you sick bastard!” she yelled, trying to bite him.

“Well, aren’t you a feisty one? I like it when my food fights back.” He nipped at her neck with a pleased grin. The batpony could feel her pulse against his muzzle, his smile growing at how fast it was. He took a deep breath, letting out a low, pleased growl at how amazingly delicious she smelled. He closed his eyes as he reveled in her scent, committing it to memory. He slowly moved off of her, his grin returning. “Run.” He whispered, cackling as he watched her scramble to her hooves and run farther into the forest.

He waited a couple seconds before taking off into the trees, the leaves rustling as he moved through them. He could hear her pounding heartbeat as she ran, could smell the fear dripping off of her once again. His teeth ached to sink into her and taste her.

The hunter watched his prey as she kept looking over her shoulder, her eyes darting around, trying to find any trace of him. He watched her ears twitch as the leaves rustled from his movements, causing her to speed up. His grin never left, only growing as he watched her trip over a log and fall face-first into the dirt, scrambling to get up, only to trip again. The aching returned, but he silently told himself to wait, it wasn’t time yet.

His meal scrambled to her hooves and started running once again, the hunter moving in the trees after her. They were quickly approaching a cave. The predator chuckled – he had her cornered. He hurried up ahead of her, quieting his movements.

He continued to watch her as she started to slow down. Good. She thought she lost him. She made her way to the cave that had come into view, the batpony watching her every move. His eyes followed her hoof as she tried to brush the dirt and rocks off her face and out of her coat. The metallic scent was stronger, meaning she had cut herself again. He licked his lips, his teeth buzzing with anticipation.

He silently jumped down from the tree he had been in, following her into the cave. He moved through the shadows cast by the light of the moon, watching as she collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. He silently stalked close enough to her to strike, jumping from the shadows, her screams echoing as he pinned her to the ground.

“Did you really think you’d get away?” He whispered in her ear, his breath brushing over her coat. He felt her start to struggle beneath him, drawing a sinister laugh out of him.

“Let me go!” She yelled, trying to turn her head and bite at him. He shoved her face into the cave floor, stopping her before she could. He moved his muzzle to her neck once more, smiling against it as he felt her quickened heart rate.

“You’re going to be a pleasant meal. Who knows, if you’re a good enough maybe I’ll let you live to feed me again,” he muttered before sinking his teeth into her flesh, just below the black collar she wore around her neck, listening to his meal scream out in pain.

She continued struggling beneath him even as he let out a happy groan at the sweet metallic taste of her blood coating his tongue. The vampire growled and bit down harder as he felt her try to tear away, reveling in her pain.

“Please stop! Please!” She begged, the smell of salty tears filling the air. He closed his eyes as euphoria washed over him, another pleased groan escaping. His thick shaft started to emerge from its sheath. The thestral continued to drink from his newly-acquired blood bag, feeling her slowly give in, surrendering to her fate. He pulled away from her neck, licking his lips clean. Grinning cruelly, he flipped her over, catching a whiff of something as he did.

“Somepony’s in heat,” he purred softly. Smirking as he leaned down, his muzzle inches from hers. She bit her lip as her eyes met his. His smirk grew sinister as he straightened up, making sure she could clearly see the large cock that now bobbed lewdly up and down between his hind legs. “Well well well. Seems this blood bag may be good for more than just feeding me.”

He flared his wings out in victory, his smile large and menacing. His bloodied fangs glistened in the moonlight as he stared down at his prey. Another whimper escaped her muzzle, causing him to chuckle mercilessly. “Trust me, by the time I’m done with you tonight, you won’t want to leave. You’ll just be begging me for more.”

“P-please let me go.” She whispered, her ears pinned back against her head, tears streaming down her face. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, watching as her frightened sapphire eyes darted around desperately, searching for a way to get free. He looked at her with a smile, slowly leaning in close to her.

“No.” He said with an air of finality before flipping her back over onto her stomach.

He pressed her face into the dirt, laughing harshly. He used his other hoof, pulling on her tail to forcefully lift her flank up in the air. He spread her hind legs with one of his wings, revealing her precious flower. He took his hoof off her head, moving a bit so he could see his prize. He growled happily at the sight that greeted him. Her folds were puffy and glistening, her slit winking and drooling. It was practically begging him to breed it. He leaned in close, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, inhaling her scent, letting it drive him wild with the urge to breed her. Another happy growl escaped as he slipped his tongue out, licking up her folds to taste her. “Mmm, just as sweet as your blood.” He murmured, moving to stand over her once again. He pressed her face into the dirt once more, grinding the head of his cock against her entrance.

“Please let me go.” She begged, her words muffled by the dirt and rocks pressing against her mouth. He grinned as he listened to her continue to beg and plead, gradually driving his shaft into her. He was met with resistance at first, but soon her body surrendered to it’s invader, letting the head of his stallionhood slide into her. A soft groan escaped through his gritted his teeth at how tight she was.

“You’re so tight.” He praised, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, working more of himself inside her. “I’m definitely keeping you as my personal cock-sheath.” He muttered, shuddering as her walls gripped him like a vice. She was so wet and warm, it felt amazing as he forced more and more of his breeding spear into her depths. He could hear her still begging and pleading for him to stop, her voice laced with pain and pleasure. He just smiled as he smelled the blood that was dripping from her torn hymen.

It felt like hours had passed from the first moment he felt her damp warmth accepting his cock before he was finally hilted inside her. Her begging and pleading trailed off as he slammed the last few inches of his cock inside her. Now she was gasping and twitching. He knew she would be easy to break. He leaned down to her ear, slowly licking up it. “See? I told you you would love it.” He whispered, gently nipping her ear. She whimpered softly, tears still streaming down her face.

“Please. I just want to go home. Please let me go.” She muttered, her voice weak and soft. He shushed her softly, nuzzling her ear.

“Just give in to the pleasure.” He whispered, slowly pulling himself out til just the tip was left in her. He heard her gasp as he slammed back in, her walls clenching around him, a shiver of pleasure running up his spine. He groaned at how good it felt, grinding his hips against hers. His ears perked as she moaned, driving him to repeat what he had done. Oh, her moans were wonderful, adding to his lustful state.

“Yes, just give in.” He shifted on top of her, steadying himself for the main event. He pulled out slow and slammed back in, growling softly as he listened to her wonderful shrieks. He closed his eyes, moving his muzzle back down to her neck and licking at the spot where he had bit her. He groaned softly at the sweet taste of the blood in her fur, his cock twitching and throbbing inside her warm tunnel.

He felt her struggling beneath him again and growled. She thought she could get away? How cute.

He bit down on her neck, hearing her scream out in pain as he picked up his pace. Letting go, he let it bleed as he grabbed her mane and tugged on it, his hips starting to slap against hers. “I was going to be gentle, but you’re making it rather difficult. It looks like I’m just going to have to take what I want.” He slammed her face into the dirt once more.

He held her down as he pistoned in and out of her, her screams muffled by the dirt and gravel. Her walls clenched around him tighter, trying to pull him in deeper as he used her like a fucktoy. She cried out as he smacked her flank with one hoof, savouring each moment. He felt his balls draw up, his seed rushing down his cock. The thick breeding spear throbbed as it erupted, flooding her virgin passage with cum. Her already tight walls convulsing around him, eager to milk every last bit of his seed out of him.

He listened to her scream, this time in pleasure, and groaned as he filled her to the brim, feeling their mixed juices leak out and run down her thighs and drip down his sack. He kept himself buried inside until he was just dribbling, slowly pulling out. He still held her mane in his hoof, moving to stand in front of her. He lifted her head off the ground, glaring down at her.

“Clean it.” He growled, pulling her head towards his cock. She whimpered softly, her face covered in dirt. He watched as she slowly licked his twitching member clean. “Don’t miss a single drop.” He said, tugging her head back and forth along his shaft to get any traces of his cum she had missed.

She looked up at him once she had finished and he grinned, pulling her up off the ground by her mane and leading her deeper into the cave.

Split Seam laid amongst the pile of pillows on her master’s large bed, snuggled up in her hoodie with a nice cup of hot cocoa. She was covered in bite marks from head to hoof, blushing as she remembered and felt each one again. She took a small sip of her hot cocoa, waiting for him to walk back in. She could hear the running water of his shower as she laid there, a light blush rising on her cheeks. She ran a hoof along the black collar around her neck, stopping on his padlock. She smiled, her blush darkening.

The water stopped and she could hear him stepping out and moving around the bathroom. She shifted on the bed, eagerly waiting for him to join her. The door to the bathroom opened as he walked out, smiling as he looked over at her. His bright pink eyes focused on her sapphire ones as he walked over and climbed onto the bed, kissing the tip of her nose. Hazy Eclipse got comfortable next to her, gently draping a wing over her back and pulling her close.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly, feeling his breath against her ear as he nuzzled it. She blushed deeply and nodded, snuggling up against him. She felt him smile against her mane as his fangs combed through a few strands. “I’m glad.” He whispered. Her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest as she laid there next to him. She slowly looked up at him, blushing as her eyes met his once again. “I love you Split.” He said softly, leaning in to kiss her.

“I love you too Hazy.” She said softly before his lips met hers and she melted into the passionate kiss.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading my first CTS short story! I hope you enjoyed it! More will hopefully be coming soon. ^^

~ LoLo June