Author's Note

Day 10: Vampire

Minuette stared ahead of her with a look of shock and horror, her eyes bulging wide, her muzzle agape revealing her pearly white teeth and her silver braces.

A mute scream left her throat but she found that no sound would come out. She lit up her tiny, dull horn but only a spark emitted: she wasn’t skilled enough to lift much more than a pencil in the best of times.

Before her, a tall, gaunt stallion shrouded by a black cloak peered down at her with thin, disapproving eyes. Black, leathery wings were set on his back, nothing like the fluffy, feathery kind of a pegasus. When he smiled his sinister grin, two long, sharp and pointed fangs glinted in the moonlight. He remained in his straight, stoic pose and simply maintained his expression while Minuette struggled in her shadowy bonds and tried to scream again and again.

“It’s no use, little filly,” the stallion’s voice was booming as if he could fill the entire room with just a simple utterance of speech, “I have you now. Calm yourself and do as I say and you will leave here unharmed.”

Sensing the danger if she didn’t comply, Minuette finally stopped struggling and caught her breath, panting with big gulps of air for her lungs. She finally broke his gaze and took in her surroundings. She was in some sort of castle, an old decrepit place that looked abandoned. Numerous long corridors and enormous wooded doors were seemingly haphazardly placed at every available wall space. She knew instantly this place was a maze and her hopes of running away were next to none.

The stallion set her down on the cold cobblestone and the feeling of weightlessness finally left her body. She breathed deeply and started to calm herself down.

“Do you know what I am?” The stallion’s voice was surprisingly comforting and patient, but his intense gaze never blinked or faltered. Minuette gazed up at him and glanced over his form; the long cloak, his slicked-back hair and gaunt complexion.

“You’re a vampire.” She squeaked, trembling as the reality of the situation set in. The tall stallion laughed, a drawn-out, sinister sound that filled every darkened corner of the enormous room.

“Of a sort.” He answered simply. He started to circle her, his eyes glued to her as he walked around and behind her. She felt that shadowy aura take hold of her again, force her to her hooves. It grabbed her tail and swept it to the side. She gasped as he stared unhindered at her private place.

“What does a vampire do?” He spoke aloud from behind her, She was unable to move or look back at him, both from fear and his shadowy hold.

“T-they...suck blood from ponies.” Minuette found her words quickly and clamped her eyes shut, tears forming in the corners. The Vampire released her tail and walked back around to her front, a cold hoof reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“Shh. No tears. It’s not your blood I’m after. Something much more potent and secretive.”

Comforted by his reassurance, Minuette lifted her head and met his gaze. Expressionless, he stared back at her. She felt like his gaze would bore right through her.

“What is it?” She asked, breathless. Curiosity took hold of her fear and pushed it aside.

The Vampire laughed his loud, sinister laugh and suddenly Minuette found herself picked up off her hooves, her body finding that familiar unpleasant weightlessness as his magical grip took hold of her and carried her through the air. Without being able to see where she was going, she was placed onto a cold, stone surface.

Minuette looked around, seeing row upon row of candles on various pedestals and holders around her. A dark symbol was painted into the stone behind her. She was elevated from the floor as if on a table, nearly level with the stallions face. She started to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down. His shadowy hold kept her in place, but it was his hooves that started to pry her hind legs apart.

The Vampire stepped close, a sort of fiery passion now evident in his previously expressionless eyes. He licked his lips and placed a couple of kisses on her tummy, then met her gaze.

“Your pleasure is what I want.” He spoke, and that booming voice was gone, now just a whisper that hung in the air faintly. Minuette blushed as his gaze wandered hungrily over her figure, though she didn’t fully understand why. Before she could ask what he meant, or why he’d want to take something like that from her, he struck.

His long muzzle planted a series of kisses starting from her tummy and drifting down. He kept her hind legs pried apart at a comfortable distance so that he had plenty of room when his mouth wandered past her venus mons, tickling her sensitive skin so close to her privates. She gasped, squirmed and gave a murmur of confusion, but he wasn’t finished so readily. Just when Minuette found her body filling with a tingly, bubbly sensation, he planted his muzzle directly onto her cunny.

His tongue rolled from his mouth and wasted no time to slither forth, past her slightly-parted slit and into her hot, clenching depths. His slimy, firm tongue inched further and further into unknown areas that had never been touched before. That bubbly sensation started to grow and expand deep within her and she didn’t think she could take much more. What was happening? Why was she so tingly and her mind so cloudy?

His tongue didn’t ever seem to stop. When she thought he couldn’t possibly have more to go he continued worming deeper and deeper, slithering his tongue back and forth, stretching and expanding her walls, pushing against the roof of his mouth to tap into the most sensitive areas of her fillyhood.

Overwhelmed, Minuette threw her head back against the stone and shrieked in the open air, an unfamiliar feeling of bliss washing over her. Her fillyhood clenched hard as if to push out the intruder but he doubled down on rolling, curling and thrusting his appendage deeper inside her.

The shadowy grasp released and his hooves no longer pinned her hindquarters apart. By now she was laying there with her legs spread, moaning and thrashing around completely of her own volition. She squirmed and her hind hooves trembled.

“M-mister Vampire, sir…” Minuette shook powerfully and bucked her hips. “Ohhh, that feels so good. Please don’t stop that.” The Vampire grunted in response, happily suckling at her tender inner walls. He nibbled on her outer lips and tugged at them, earning another squeal that rose quickly from her throat and erupted into the silence.

Finally, his tongue no longer descended deeper into her, as if he’d found a natural barrier that he couldn’t, or didn’t dare to, cross. He switched up his rhythm and began pulling his tongue back. Her walls clenched even tighter as a feeling of fullness crept up to her. She wrapped her legs around his head and whined pitifully. Before she could open her mouth to offer a more audible protest, his tongue gave a powerful thrust back to her limit. Her hooves curled and she shrieked, but before she could beg he pulled back and did it again.

That was her entire world for those precious few moments. Wriggling, thrusting tongue. In and out, in and out. Bliss and pleasure. Her pussy clenched and quivered rapidly until that bubbling, tingly sensation reached its peak as if the bubble deep inside her tummy burst, she’d reached the tip-top of that mountain of incredible feelings and was crashing over the other side.

“Eeeeeeeeek! OH GOSH! Yes yes yes!” Minuette squealed and thrashed her body around while her hooves clenched around the stallion’s head. His tongue drove in and out on double speed, slurping up every drop of sticky, tangy filly juices she was now squirting readily into his muzzle.

She collapsed in a heap at the bottom of the mountain, staring up at the ceiling with dizzy eyes, panting as she caught her breath. The Vampire kept lapping up her now-relaxed fillyhood, making sure he’d caught every last drop. Occasionally she let out tiny gasps and jolted.

After awhile The Vampire rose back to his hooves, wiping his muzzle and licking his lips.

“Thank you, my dear, for the precious snack. Now I will return you to your home.”

“Wait!” Minuette sat up abruptly, her cheeks flush, “Can’t we go again?”