Trixie Sucks

Sunset Shimmer, the local provider of all things bacon; was chilling in one of the nearby alleyways. Sunset noticed that it was sunset, “Oh, joy! What a beautiful evening!” she expressed with utmost delight.

“Wouldn’t you agree?” she said to a dark cloaked figure, standing right in front of her.

The figure loosened its cloak revealing a massive pair of breasts. She revealed much more than that of course but the breasts were really the only thing Sunset noticed.

“Oh boy! Big milkies!” Sunset exclaimed.

As the silhouette turned into a creature by the power of proximity, Sunset Shimmer recognized the magical girl. It was her almost-friend, Trixie Lulamoon. Apparently, she was also a vampire for some reason.

As Sunset thought further, things gradually started to make sense. Trixie sucks. Vampires suck. There was a clear connection.

But just as the girl, who always wore pantyhose except when she didn’t, made the connection, Trixie made a connection of her own by throwing herself on Sunset, fangs first.

She bit her on her neck.

Sunset felt all her blood slowly going away. “Ugh, Jezze. Mhm, Cheese…”

After the suckling process was over Sunset realized that something was going on with her. She was transforming!

She grew long fangs, her skin went pale, and her breasts became much bigger too!

She started feeling them, very objectively and analytically, like a scientist. Nothing sexual about it at all!

“Damn! This is what it's all about, baby!”

She looked at Trixie. “Come here!”

And she showed her fangs deeply into her neck.

Trixie started to moan.

She felt Sunset’s fangs deeply in her neck, slowly sucking on her blood.

“Wait…” she moaned. “I’m supposed to be the top over here!”

Sunset ignored her gay complaints.

She continued sucking. She sucked so hard like never before!

All these smoothies and McDonald's milkshakes were preparing her for this very day!

She was also very objectively and analytically examining Trixie’s posterior and breast areas. The checkup was performed almost medically in a very non-mature-rated way. Her grips were firm with lots of squeezing, but still teen-rated at most.

The curvatures were very nice. Very fat too!

Trixie managed to wiggle out of Sunset’s grip, pushing her away.

She then started to moan and scream, “You can’t do that! That’s against vampire rights! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

“You don’t have any rights, you scum.” Sunset kicked her in the nuts or whatever you call that thing that women have between their legs.

Trixie started rolling on the ground in pain.

Suddenly a flash of light appeared on a nearby road.

When the light disappeared, there she was.

Juniper Montage, the famous paladin and vampire hunter.

She was covered in something that looked like heavy knight armor. Underneath she wore a skintight bodysuit too as was evident from the cracks in the plating and joint spacing.

“You filths should die, by my steel!” She exclaimed, showing off her two-handed long sword.

Trixie shit and pissed her pants. Literally.

Whatever it was because of the kick in the nuts or because of Juniper's arrival is not known.

Sunset’s legs started to tremble.

“Uhh… Surely we can handle this diplomatically, right?”

“Fat chance!”

Sunset frowned. “Firstly, fuck you for calling me fat, which I’m not. I’m just thick-breasted! And secondly, we’re both wearing skintight clothes, so we have that in common. Maybe we can use that common ground to handle this situation.”

“Yes, I can see you wearing pantyhose, vampire scum.”

Juniper placed a hand under her chin. “But I wonder, did you identify their tightness by looking at them or do you feel them, touching you all over your legs, even in the areas you might not want to be touched? Does it feel like a hundred palms caressing you all at once without your consent?”

“Err… maybe?”

“I see. That means you bought a size too small. You should put them off and put on my spare skintight bodysuit.” Juniper Montage threw it at the vampire.

Sunset Shimmer poked at it and turned to the vampire slayer, “This looks super small. I don’t think I could even fit inside.”

Juniper swung her sword and stopped it just before Sunset’s neck. “Don’t diss on my craft. You have no idea how much time I spent making those.”

Under the constant threat of the looming sword, Sunset Shimmer twisted and turned on the pavement, trying to squeeze herself into the tight cocoon.

When the deed was done and Juniper locked the integrated collar around Sunset’s neck, the trapped one gasped, “I was so stressed that I forgot to put off my pantyhose. Now my legs are super itchy under all the pressure. Can I take this suffocating fabric off, please?”

“No,” Juniper stated simply.

“Why not? What’s even the point of all this? I’m getting claustrophobic!”

“The truth is, I did make my spare skintight bodysuit too small, so nobody could wear it because they all claimed they couldn’t breathe even though I threatened them with the sword. But you’re a vampire. You don’t have to breathe. You can wear my creation for eternity.”

“Wait, what? No way! I’m not gonna be wearing your stupid tight clothes; not even for another minute!”

The ominous sword quickly found a spot between her eyes.

“Fuck you and your threats. I’d rather die than be stuck in these rapy wrappings.”

Juniper Montage kicked her forth and handcuffed her hands behind her back. “This is for your own protection. Stay out of trouble, or the trouble will find you.” She pointed her sword at her head again before taking her leave with small steps without bending her ligaments. Clearly, her skintight bodysuit was too tight as well.

Sunset Shimmer struggled on the pavement, but she couldn’t break out of her bonds.

Suddenly, she saw the feet of Trixie Vampire Lulamoon before her head. “This is all your fault! Set me free!”

Trixie leaned down and caressed Sunset all over her skintight bodysuit, moaning all the while. “Actually, I have a better idea. You see, besides craving blood, I have other cravings as well.”

“What kind of cravings…” Sunset would have asked more questions, but the newly introduced gag in her mouth countered her curiosity.

Trixie grabbed Sunset by her posterior and swung her on her shoulder. “I have this crypt where nobody will ever disturb us. I used it to store all my ‘toys’ that I’ve collected over the centuries, but I guess it can also function as a dungeon.”

Sunset Shimmer twisted and twirled while trying to moan through her gag.

Trixie was considerate and felt the need to explain further, “Sex dungeon.”