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Fleeting Flame considered his wardrobe thoughtfully. He knew he was a bit unusual in preferring to wear clothing, but tonight, at least, he wouldn't be the only one present doing so. He put a hoof on his usual long black jacket, then shook his head and pushed the hangar aside to reveal the slightly ridiculous but entirely too much fun cloak hung behind it. It was black gabardine, lined with red satin, with a tall standing collar. The sort of thing a vampire would wear.

He would probably not be alone in such garb tonight, but this cloak was hoof-made, much finer than the usual costume fare, and not many would have something as nice as this. He chose black pants with a black satin stripe down the legs and a ruffled white shirt with a large ruby set at the center of a silk cravat to go with it, then swirled the cloak around his withers to lie over his wings. He tossed it back and spread them experimentally, and smiled. He could still fly while wearing it. Good.

He then opened one particular drawer and considered the final touch. Collar, or mask? Being a switch he could claim either, though he usually preferred the collar, or neither. The mask felt like a bit much, like claiming a role that wasn't entirely his. Yet tonight... Well, tonight the collar didn't really work with his outfit. And it was a ball. Masquerade balls were traditional, were they not? He donned the blood red mask with a smile. He had no particular plans, but he had a feeling that tonight was going to be a lot of fun.

*****

The ballroom was still a thousand shades of red. But that was almost hidden behind the living ocean of revelry that filled it to the brim. Ponies, gryphons and many others mingled, danced, drank, and played in a swirling sea of finery and lust.

Flame dove into that sea eagerly, inhaling the scents of the massive crowd of life. There was blood-scent aplenty on the air, including some fresh. He was not the only true vampire here, and even such beings aside, there would have been cutting scenes and biting scenes among the merely mortal as well. The night was young, but some ponies hadn't wasted any time.

The ponies and others present wore a wild array of things, from nothing at all to elaborate costumes. Dramatic, stereotypical gothic clothing was certainly fairly common, but more esoteric outfits were there too, including ponies covered in latex, and ones so strapped up in leather that hardly an inch of them was without a cuff or a harness.

A corner of the room had been set up with an elaborate sound system, and a pony Flame didn't recognize was playing DJ. The current song was something in a minor key, with a deep yet subtle beat, an odd blend of classical and club music. The DJ was in the corner because the large stage at the head of the room was taken up by a public display. A trio of mares were strapped to an elaborate framework and were having all kinds of interesting things done to them.

The one in the center bore a swirling design cut into her back that trickled streams of bright crimson down her cream-colored fur, but this was half-obscured by the stallion who was currently fucking her vigorously. The sounds she was making were clearly audible over the music and made it clear that she was in absolute ecstasy. Flame might have said "in spite of the blood," but he rather suspected that it was very much because of the blood.

The mare on her left was in the early stages of a similar scene, a masked mare in a stunning leather corset expertly wielding a scalpel and incising a design into her flank line by line, while the mare on the right was having needles carefully slipped under her skin. Flame thought he recognized the pattern of a corset piercing, and gave a little shudder and looked away from that scene. He never had been able to abide needles, just seeing needle play was unsettling, and for some reason the ones done up with ribbons like a finished corset piercing particularly bothered him. But there were plenty of other places for his eyes to rest as he moved amid the swirling crowd.

In fact a moment later his eyes came to rest on a rather familiar pony. A thestral mare in warm colors, wearing a mask much like Flame's own. Perique, who he'd played with twice now, in switching roles. He grinned and waved a wing at her. "Hello there. Fancy meeting you here!"

She grinned back. "Indeed. Passing strange to find a vampire enthusiast at the Vampire's Ball."

He laughed at that. "It looks like you came here to bite rather than to be bitten, though."

"Perhaps. Though I could probably be persuaded to play the part of prey once more. Then again, being a predator is quite enjoyable. Perhaps it's your turn to be prey."

Turning a little bit more serious, Flame said, "That may not be a good idea. There's a reason I don't let anyone else take my blood, you know. There would be consequences."

Perique frowned a moment, then nodded in sudden understanding. "Of course." He smile returned, just broad enough to show her own fangs. "But being unable to drink doesn't prevent me from nibbling a little." She pushed closer to him, easy to do in the crowd of revelers, and managed to capture the tip of his ear between her teeth for a moment.

He let out a noise of startled pleasure, his cheeks flushing. "Uh. Yes, of course."

"Maybe it's my turn to be on top again, hmm?"

Feeling a flutter of excitement, but also a bit of contrary stubbornness, Flame replied, "I don't know, what if I feel like doing the topping tonight?" He managed to twist around and nip Perique's ear in turn, lightly closing his fangs over the tufted tip.

"Ooo. It seems we're both in somewhat of a mood." Perique's cheeks were flushed too, and her eyes sparkled with mischievous delight. "I think that if you want my blood tonight, you'll have to take it. And I shall not go along tamely. Indeed, perhaps I'd rather turn the tables and make you service me again."

Flame licked his lips. "That wouldn't be the worst fate I've ever suffered. But I don't know if I'd make it easy for you."

Perique laughed. "We are both in a mood."

"A hunt then? May the best top win?" Flame grinned broadly.

"Oh my, I like that. Yes. You can have me if you can take me."

"And the same to you. But if you want to take me, first you have to catch me!" There wasn't quite room in the crowd for Flame to get his wings open, or he might have simply left by air, but he ducked into a gap, putting another pony between him and Perique. She laughed and made her way after him as he threaded his way through the crowd to the ballroom's exit.

At the door Flame paused and considered. He could go ahead, down the main stairs and to the castle's exit, to play out in the forest, but he didn't really feel like recapitulating their last hunt. Instead he turned left, into a narrower corridor that led to a set of stairs up, to the part of the castle that was full of little rooms with various purposes. And also full of a veritable maze of hallways connecting them all.

He looked back to make sure Perique was still behind him, it wouldn't do to lose her entirely, and grinned to see her coming out of the ball room. He bounded up the stairs, wings half open as he took them two and three at a time. His cape flared in a pleasingly dramatic fashion as he did so.

Perique's hooves echoed in the stairwell behind him as he dashed down the hall, but he took a hard left before she came into sight at the top of the stairs. His own hoofsteps were clear, though, so she would have little trouble following him as yet. He wanted to laugh as he ran. This was going to be a lot of fun, whoever came out on top. Given how much he'd enjoyed being dominated by Perique it was almost tempting to throw the contest. And if he used every bit of his supernatural ability he could probably guarantee he won. But he liked the uncertainty he felt, so he committed himself to giving her a good chance either way. Right now, though, he was just going to enjoy himself, and the first thought that came through his mind seemed like the perfect plan, so as soon as he heard another pony in the halls ahead, he turned towards the sound.

His pursuer was still out of sight behind him, And as he came up on another pony clopping along the hall he slowed, quieting his own hoof-falls as best he could, and took another turn, slipping down a different corridor, then halting just around yet another corner, ears pricked to the sound of Perique's hooves.

As he hoped, she followed the wrong sound, walking past the place where he hid without so much as a glance in his direction. With a broad grin he slipped back around the corner and set out after her. He moved as quietly as he could, placing each hoof with care. As she caught up to the wrong pony she slowed, realizing she'd lost him, and just then he sprinted forward and grabbed her tail in his teeth, giving it a sharp tug. "Gotcha!"

She yelped and darted forward, and just like that the pursuer was the pursued. Flame laughed wildly and clattered after her. He nipped her tail again, and she kicked back, not viciously but with enough force to make him drop back and give her a little more space.

They raced through the halls, occasionally dodging around little groups and singletons going to or from their own assignations. Flame stayed right on Perique's heels, grinning as he chased her around corners and along straightaways. She suddenly ducked into the open doorway of a bedroom and Flame skidding to a halt just inside the room. There were no doors out and the windows were closed.

"I've got you now," said Flame.

"Maybe it is I that has got you," was Perique's response as she spun on her heels and tackled Flame to the carpet. He yelped in surprise, not managing to react until Perique already had him pinned down. She straddled him and grinned down at him.

He opened his mouth to say something witty in reply, but she leaned forward and kissed him, hard. Despite all they'd done it was the first time they'd kissed, and the electric passion of it overwhelmed Flame, driving all thoughts of struggle from his mind, at least for the moment. When she broke off the kiss it was to kiss and nip back along his jaw and down his neck, which made him shiver. He knew she would respect his stated limit about having his own blood taken, yet the hint of a threat, the knowledge that she could, the feel of her teeth just there on the side of his neck-all those things were wonderfully, terribly intoxicating.

She slid her muzzle down further and started undoing his shirt. He cooperated willingly in removing it and the cravat tied around it. He put a hoof to the fastener of his cloak, but she stopped him with a grin. "Leave that on for now."

He laughed and leaned up to kiss her again, then when she was thoroughly distracted he rolled over, suddenly reversing their positions and pinning her beneath him.

She pulled from the kiss with a snort of indignation, and he laughed. "I haven't surrendered yet."

"Hah! Well neither have I," she said, and rolled again, putting him once more on the bottom. "Also you are still most overdressed for this occasion."

"Perhaps. Are you going to do something about it?"

Perique ground her hips against his, and he let out an involuntary moan. She chuckled and lifted her hips up to reach down and grope him with one hoof. "I suppose I ought." He moaned again at her touch, and made a tiny sound of disappointment when she stopped. She undid the button and zipper, though, and he cooperated eagerly and getting the pants off. He wore nothing further underneath, and his rapidly hardening cock was plainly evident.

"I believe I have you now," said Perique as she ran her hoof up his cock.

Flame groaned. "You do sorely tempt me to surrender."

"Then do." She stroked him again and a shudder of pleasure went through him, his feathers fluffing and his cock hardening further.

Flame let out a hissing breath through his teeth, teetering on the edge of giving in, but suddenly the coin fell the other way. He planted both front hooves abruptly on Perique's chest and tumbled her off of him. She let out a squeak of surprise, no doubt certain he'd been about to give in.

"Not just yet!" he called, and he dashed from the room, his cape flaring out behind him.

Perique scrambled to her hooves and ran after. "You shall be in such trouble when I catch you!" she called after him.

He only laughed and bounded up another staircase, to the uppermost levels of the castle. His hard cock was slapping against his stomach as he ran, and he desperately wanted Perique, but the chase was adding a particular spice to his desire and he wasn't ready for it to be over.

At the landing he had a choice of a hallway or another flight of stairs. He hesitated, then decided to go up again. An aerial chase above the battlements sounded like it might be fun, so why not? The hesitation let Perique get close enough to nip at his tail, and he yelped and bounded up faster. She got in a good solid nip when he had to pause briefly to throw open the trap door at the top of the final stair, but he leaped through it ahead of her, then skidded to a halt atop the battlements, with Perique stopping to stare too.

The perpetual dark cloud bank that hid where the back of the castle actually butted up against the wall of the massive cave the hunting grounds occupied was the same as ever, but instead of the usual neutral overcast, the rest of the illusory sky was a roiling sea of churning dark clouds, lit up by regular flashes of lightning that leaped from cloud to cloud. Apparently somepony had wanted a storm as a suitable backdrop for the ball. And whoever was engineering it had gone all-out, for the real reason Flame had halted wasn't the spectacle, but the howling wind that whipped his cape around him almost hard enough to tear it off. Holding an aerial chase in that would be borderline insanity.

Perique had been startled to a halt too, but she apparently wasn't as dismayed as Flame, for before he could gather his wits and decide what to do she tackled him. He recovered enough to roll with it, resisting her attempts to pin him and instead rolling her over again until he was on top. She made a little growling sound of frustration and tried to roll him off, but he leaned in and kissed her hard, distracting her from her attempts to escape.

That bought him only a momentary respite, though. She kissed back hotly, but no sooner was the kiss over than she was struggling beneath him again. The way he was straddling her his cock was rubbing against her belly with each motion while he could feel her own cock bumping against his rump. He wanted her. He'd meant to play fair, to give her every chance, to embrace the possibility of submitting to her. That submission would have been sweet, he knew, but now heated, urgent need eroded his intentions and it was a simple fact that being what he was made him stronger than her, despite the fact that she was the taller of them.

So where earlier he had let her tumble him over willingly, as part of his commitment to fair play, now he simply did not. He pinned her down, pressing his body to hers, his cock caught between them, and ground his hips down to hers, hard. She moaned, but didn't stop her struggles. Remembering the last time they'd played together, he bent his head suddenly and bit her, over her throat, letting out a low growl as he did so.

She gasped and froze. He had not bitten hard enough to draw blood, though that hunger was twined all around his more conventional desire, but he held her firmly, his fangs digging in enough to let her know they were there. She must know also that if he bit down hard enough he could crush her windpipe, perhaps even tear out her throat, given the sharpness of his teeth. A little shudder went through her as he continued to hold her and her whole body relaxed, no longer tensed to fight.

After a long moment he let go and said with soft intensity, "You're mine, now."

She gasped again, a tiny whimper escaping her and he felt a shudder go through her.

"Surrender," he said, staring down at her, his fangs still bared and ready.

She shuddered again, suddenly panting fast. "N-no... I shall not let you claim victory so easily."

He growled and planted one forehoof on her chest, hard, leaning his weight on her as he lifted his hips and reached back to caress her cock. He pulled it forward and settled on her again, having both members now pinned between them. She swallowed, the hardness of her cock plainly showing her desire. Flame smiled and rocked his hips a little, rubbing his cock against hers. "Do you want me? I think you do. Yield and I will give you what you want."

She stared up at him, panting. The wind still gusting wildly around them was blowing his cape back from his shoulders. His wings were half-spread beneath it, his feathers roused up in desire. Behind him lightning flashed repeatedly in the bruise-dark sky and thunder boomed and growled. "Ah, curse your eyes, yes," she finally said.

"Good." With that he reached out and pulled her mask off. The wind caught it and tumbled it away from them until it fetched up against a crenelation. Then he kissed her again, pushing his tongue insistently into her mouth, pressing his body to hers, his hard cock rubbing against her own, making her moan into the kiss. She pushed back, slipping her tongue into his mouth, and he nipped it, asserting his dominance there too. She shuddered again and lifted her hips, pressing needily to him. He responded with matching eagerness, grinding his hips against hers, feeling her cock against his belly, rubbing against his own cock. He groaned with it, breaking off the kiss as he bucked his hips against her. He needed her. The feel of her hot hardness against him was good, but he wanted more.

He lifted his hips suddenly, acting on impulse, and used a hoof to guide her cock as he did, pushing the head of it, slicked with pre, beneath his tail. She groaned, bucking her hips up, pushing against the tight pucker of his anus.

"Ah, yes," he said, his own breath fast as he inhaled her musk. "I want you. I want to feel all of you, every way I can. Give me what I want." She whimpered in response and squirmed under him, but it was no longer a struggle to escape. It was instead a plea for release, for whatever pleasure he might grant her. He pressed down slightly, feeling the hot hardness of her cock against him, and licked his lips in anticipation. Slowly he pushed down harder, tipping his head back and half-closing his eyes as he focused on the feeling of Perique's cock slowly beginning to spread him open.

She whimpered, her hind legs kicking, her hips wiggling, but he kept one hoof pressing on her chest, a firm reminder that he was in charge, as he slowly sank down onto her cock. "Mmm. You feel so good..."

Perique whimpered again. "Yes..."

Flame sank down until she was fully hilted within him, and ground his hips to hers, groaning loudly, his wings flared out for the wind to bite at. "I'm going to fuck you until I milk every last drop from you," he said, grinning down at her.

She blushed, a little shiver going through her, and then Flame began to move, lifting himself up and thrusting down on her cock, wringing a helpless moan from her. Meanwhile Flame had closed his eyes, concentrating fully on the sensation of her cock as it filled him. He squeezed down on it as he moved up and down, feeling it slide in and out within him. It was a wonderful sensation, and his own cock was rock hard as he rode Perique wildly. The storm still raging above him only encouraged him, driving him to match its tempestuous abandon.

He slammed himself down hard, one hoof going to his own cock, stroking it as he moaned in pleasure. Perique moaned too, writing beneath him, her hips lifting eagerly in time to his motions. He ground down with each stroke, wringing every bit of pleasure he could from the feel of her filling him. He clenched harder on her, making her cry out, and her hooves clutched at his hips as he rode her hard and fast.

"Ah, Flame!" she cried, and he felt her cock starting to flare inside him, stretching him open. It was wonderfully intense, but even as hot cum began to fill him he knew he wanted more. He bent over her, his muzzle to the side of her neck, and bit in hard without any further preparation. She gasped and twitched under him, but her cum continued to spurt into him in thick pulses, while the hot red taste of her blood flooded into his mouth. He was caught between the two sensations, totally lost in the bliss of her blood and the amazing feeling of the load that filled him, so much so that he didn't even notice the wind or the thunder anymore. All of it was so wonderfully intense that he felt he almost might come from pure pleasure alone.

Eventually Perique's orgasm stopped and she relaxed beneath him with a deep sigh. He continued to drink from her for a long moment, taking his fill, but then he at last lifted his head with a sigh of his own. The pair both lay still for a moment, the only sound that of the illusory storm, but Flame's still aching cock soon prompted him to sit up again, looking down at Perique with a smile. "That was quite good, but I'm not done using you yet."

She blinked, gathering no doubt much-scattered wits and looked up at him. He shifted, pulling her cock from him with no heed for the mess that dribbled over them both as he did and moving to straddle her barrel, which put the tip of his hard member just in front of her muzzle. He didn't even have to say anything, she knew exactly what to do, opening her mouth and taking the tip into it. He let out a low groan, so worked up that he was already having to fight not to come instantly.

"Stars you feel good." Perique made little pleased humming sound and lifted her head to take him deeper. He responded eagerly, pushing forward slowly into her muzzle. He didn't quite get all the way in before she stopped and started to pull back, but he didn't care, it felt amazing. He started slowly rocking his hips, sliding in and out of her mouth, and she cooperated with that as well, bobbing her head on his cock as much as she could while still pinned beneath him. He groaned again, trembling on the very edge, aware he couldn't hang on much longer.

Perique only increased the intensity of her attentions, working at his cock with lips and tongue, and finally he couldn't hold back any more. With a moan of pure bliss he came, his cum pumping out into Perique's mouth, his flare half-choking her. She let her head fall back, pulling most of the way off of his cock, and the last few spurts of his cum ended up coating the outside of her muzzle. Finally spent, he sat back and let out a long, contented sigh.

A particularly strong gust of cold wind reminded him of the external world, and he climbed off of Perique and held a hoof out to help her up. "We should go see if that room with the tub is available. You look rather hard used just now."

She blushed a bit, but nodded and let him pull her to her hooves. "Aye, though in the best way," she said. "But yes, I most definitely require a bath."

*****

Much later Flame rubbed a fluffy towel over a freshly washed Perique as both sat in the warm, steamy confines of a small bathing room deep within the castle. She sighed and leaned into the rubdown a little bit. "Mmm. I have enjoyed my time with thee this even."

Flame arched one eyebrow up in a questioning expression. "Thee?"

Perique flicked an ear and gave a little shrug. "A relic of my past. Forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive. I like older dialects like that. They're like something from a book, something fascinating and different. And rather sexy, sometimes." He leaned in and nuzzled her. "Everything about you is rather sexy, if I'm being honest."

Perique blushed, but nuzzled back with a smile. "I am not so certain that everything is, but I shall not argue overmuch with thee."

"Thou art most definitely sexy in all possible ways," replied Flame warmly.

A soft tap at the door interrupted the moment. Flame sighed softly and went to see what it was, though he suspected he knew the answer. Indeed, the tap proved to be another couple at the end of their own revels, wanting to ask when the room would be available.

Flame glanced at Perique. "Are you feeling well enough to walk or fly a bit?"

"I am. I am feeling very well indeed! But why?"

"The castle is packed to the rafters tonight. I suspect the only way we'd find a free bedroom is if we wanted to join a pony pile four ponies deep. But my house is actually quite near the Ponyville portal, so I thought, well... if you wanted to come? I only have one bed, it's a very small place, but..." He fidgeted a little, suddenly uncertain as he hadn't been during their play. Participating in the willing fantasy that was Clocktower was one thing. Inviting somebody over outside that safely casual realm was something else entirely.

Perique fidgeted a little bit too, re-arranging her wings in a little nervous gesture, gathering time to think, but after only a brief pause she nodded and said, "I'd like that."