Let's be freinds

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Hey! My name is Lightning Streak, but you can go ahead and call me Streak, everypony else does…

So, anyway I never used to believe in the supernatural, you know like Vampires, werewolves, zombies and all that stuff… until they came for me.

I still remember that strange night. Well… I mean how could I forget? It’s a pretty prominent night in my life.

So let me begin my story with that night… The night I died.

…One month ago…

The air stank of sex and sweat. Lasers performed a spectacular light show high above the main floor of Club Eternia, cutting through the mist that had filled the club. A heavy beat was pounding throughout the club and ponies everywhere were jumping and dancing wildly to beat. The main dance floor was a mass of bodies packed tightly together, each one thrashing wildly to the driving rhythm. The strobe lights flickered across the dance floor illuminating the wild endless sea of chaos in front of me. I smiled and downed the rest of my drink before setting off into the swirling mass.

I pushed my way through the crowd, trying to get to the centre of the dance floor. I did make it there eventually, but not before having my flank repeatedly slapped by passing mares who each gave me a lustful glance.

Now finally at the heart of the dance floor I began to jump and thrash wildly letting the rhythm control my movements. It felt really good to dance and I didn’t care what anypony thought. Little did I know that I had attracted the interest of a particular pony.

She made her way through the crowd toward me from her dark corner. Fascination was rising within me as she started to dance next to me, shaking her flank seductively, her movements matching the rhythm exactly. I turned my head to gawk at her. I had never seen such a beauty before. I mean there’s beautiful and then there’s her.

The mare had an incredibly, lustrous cyan coat which seemed to sparkle and shimmer in the low club lighting with wings to match; her mane was spikey and silver but somehow seemed soft and lush at the same time; her perfect face looked as if it were carved from marble with dead gorgeous violet eyes.

My eyes traced her perfect figure coming to rest at her hindquarters. ‘That flank’ I thought, mentally running my hoof along it and up her back.

Apparently, she was thinking the same thing because she took me by the hoof and pulled me to the edge of the dance floor, back to her dark corner, where we sat down and ordered more drinks.

“So” she said staring at me intently, “What’s your story?”

“Umm… thersh… not mush… to tell” I responded slurring some of my words before regaining what little composure I had left. “I was born and raised in Cloudsdale. I moved here to Canterlot about six months ago, been working as a weather pony since, but I’ve got my sights set on the royal guards, I’ve already pass the preliminary tests with flying colors.” I boasted, pretty proud of my achievements.

“That is very interesting” she said slowly, her eyes transfixed on mine.

I downed the contents of my glass and gathered the courage to ask her the same question. “So what about you then, hmmm, what’s your story?” I asked boldly putting my face in hers.

“Maybe I’ll tell you after” She smiled seductively and leaned in for a kiss.

Oh man was my heart racing now. It was practically beating louder than the music, but I decided to play it cool though and act like I was totally in control. Mares’ like a tough stallion. “Maybe I wanna know now” I said leaning back just enough so she couldn’t reach me, tormenting her (which she seemed to enjoy).

“Fine then, but let’s go somewhere a little more private, perhaps one of the private VIP lounges” she whispered in my ear causing a tingle to run up my spine. ‘The VIP lounges’ I thought incredulously wondering just who in Equestria this mare was.

“Lead the way” I said still playing my tough pony act, when in actual fact my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest from the excitement. The mare took me by the hoof and guided me through the hallways of Eternia, stopping in front of a large set of black double doors. A bouncer pony stood at the entrance to the VIP lounges and immediately stood aside opening the door to let the mare past.

“Have a good evening miss Silver” the bouncer said as she passed, shooting her a knowing smile which she returned.

“Thank you. I believe I will” the mare replied softly. She tugged on my hoof, yanking me inside after her and as I passed the bouncer I could’ve sworn he muttered “poor unlucky bastard” under his breath as he shut the doors.

***

Now inside I took in my surroundings, absorbing every detail. The VIP lounges were a series of private rooms all lined up in a corridor and each door had a unique name on it. I didn’t, however, have time to read anything because the cyan mare was leading me toward a door with the name Afterlife written on it in red neon letters.

‘Afterlife huh, sounds like a real killer’ I thought giggling stupidly to myself at my own bad joke…

… Hold up before we continue I just want to say that in my defense I was heavily intoxicated and anything would’ve seemed hilarious, but let’s get back to the story…

We reached the door and were greeted by yet another bouncer who seemed to stumble for the door handle as the cyan mare approached.

“M-m-miss Silver l-let me get the door for you” he stammered. He had a completely different reaction from the first bouncer. It was as if he was afraid of her, reeling back in horror as she passed.

‘Ha, ha what a foal! How could anypony be afraid of such a beautiful creature?’ I thought sniggering to myself. My tongue was in between my teeth as I was trying not to fall over laughing…

… And there again, I was heavily intoxicated. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it...

The mare turned to look at me. She smiled when she saw I was enjoying myself and leant in closer to whisper in my ear again.

“Hey, come on don’t keep me waiting for too long, well, not that I’d leave you unattended anyway” she finished nibbling my ear softly.

I shivered and looked into her eyes. They were whispering secrets of what was to come, which excited me even more. By Celestia’s mane I would’ve wagered my heart beat was now a single sustained beat and that I’d keel over dead from excitement at any moment.

“Um… yeah, aight less get goin then” I said in a heavily slanged flurry of words, still trying to maintain the appearance of total casualness as if I was totally used to this kind of thing happening to me. She smiled again and pulled me through the door.

***

Once we had entered the room I gasped in astonishment at the décor. The walls were painted a deep blood red adorned with four large sets of black velvet drapes. There was a bar set up at the back of the room that spanned the entire length of the back wall. A variety of alcoholic drinks lined the bar shelves, some of which I had never even heard of. The room was illuminated by low lit lights of a pre-Celestian era, but perhaps the most striking object of my fixation were the ponies in the room.

Each one of them was just as beautiful and flawless as the cyan mare who had escorted me here and each of them turned to look at me.

“Oh don’t worry about them, they’re just curious is all, they don’t get out much” the mare whispered in my ear, laughing softly as she noticed my unease at being surrounded by such beautiful ponies.

I gave a small nervous chuckle and tried to pay them no attention. It worked to a small degree but I couldn’t shake the ominous feeling something wasn’t right here. My fears, however, were laid to rest when the mare brushed her lips across mine sending an electric pulse through my body. It felt incredible and threatened to break through my ‘cool pony’ façade. I had to use every ounce of self-restraint to keep a straight face.

“Well! Please, do continue” I said raising an eyebrow and grinning mischievously. The mare said nothing but instead took my hoof and pulled me through the crowd toward the bar, where the bartender sat in silence, watching us approach.

“Sup Silver! You want one of the private rooms I guess” He said nonchalantly, not even bothering to raise his head.

“Yes you guessed correctly… However…” she began, pausing whilst the bartender slowly raised his head to stare at her. “… I want the Crimson room” she finished as the bartender looked at her incredulously.

“S-Seriously you want the crimson room. I mean you seriously want the crimson room” He said with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Yes” the mare responded quietly extending her hoof for the key.

“Of all the ponies who ask for that room, I never ever expected you to ask. Are you absolutely sure you wanna do that, I mean absolutely sure that you want to do that?”

By now I had started to get a little curious about this ‘crimson room’ but was too drunk to even begin to formulate a coherent question of that complexity. So I just listened… and swayed.

“Yes!” the mare answered slightly more agitated then before, as she emphasized the fact that she was still waiting for the key by shaking her hoof furiously.

The bartender gulped. “A-And you’re sure you want to commit to this?” He asked shakily reaching behind the counter and bringing out a small ornate crimson key which he then held over her waiting hoof, hesitating.

“Of course! I think I’m more than ready, I mean I do know how to do it after all” she said calmly and smiled darkly when she saw his face pale slightly.

“Here take the key and enjoy your stay” He said regaining his composure and smiling briefly at her. “Oh and you there…” he said motioning for me to come closer “… When it’s done please tell me how you felt, as it is different for everypony.”

“Uh… yeah… sure” I responded concentrating so hard not on not slurring my words that I didn’t even completely register what he said.

“Come on, hurry up when haven’t got forever” the mare said giggling to herself and beckoning me to follow her.

***

As we walked down the dimly lit hallway I kept hearing strange sounds, almost animalistic, coming from some of the doors as we passed. However in my current state I passed the sounds off as alcohol fueled hallucinations and continued following the cyan mare down the hallway. When she finally stopped my severely afflicted motor skills dictated that I should stop about three seconds after her, which left me in a rather intimate situation.

“Huh?” I said as I face planted right into her flank, my muzzle dangerously close to her nether region. I was blushing furiously as she turned around slowly and I screwed my eyes shut, waiting for the swift hoof to the face but it never came. I cautiously open one eye to find the mare smirking at me.

“You didn’t even hit the right target” she asked with cute pout on her face.

“Pray do tell. What was the intended target?” I asked boldly challenging her.

“Where do you think?” she said laughing when my face reddened even more. “You can try again when we’re alone” she smiled as she pulled out the key the bartender had given her and inserted it into a rather ornate crimson door, turning the key she threw the door open and lead me inside.

***

“Well? What do you think?” the mare asked me.

“It’s really red” I said plainly. The room was a simple room with crimson walls, crimson tiled floors, a crimson fridge, a crimson bed and all other furnishings were crimson. ‘That’s why they call it the crimson room I guess.’ I chuckled when I thought about this.

“You know…” the mare began slowly, closing the door and locking it “… I was originally planning to just feed on you, but, now I think I’d rather give you a gift…”

The mare was suddenly standing right behind me whispering in my ear, telling me to lie down and to my horror my body obeyed. Quietly I went over to the bed and flopped down onto it, my body it seemed, was no longer in my control, and as though I were responding to an unheard command I suddenly turned my head to the side exposing my neck.

‘Oh man, I finally meet a nice mare and now she’s gonna kill me. This sucks! Oh well might as well go out like a badass’ I thought to myself not exactly sure what this mare was planning.

“I don’t even know your name?” was all my body would let me say but it was enough to elicit a response.

“Silver… Silver Shadow” was all she said before I felt her breath on my neck causing me to shiver. “I-I’ll try not to hurt you” she said her voice trembling in anticipation.

‘Gee, Thanks’ I thought sarcastically. I really wasn’t scared just sad, there was still so much I had wanted to do with my life but I was at least a little happier knowing that it was her that would kill me. Call me shallow but she was hot and death by hot mare isn't such a bad thing in my books.

I let out a small gasp as something pierced my neck, but closed my eyes when I felt her lick at my neck enjoying the sensation of her lapping at my wound…

… Hey, even as drunk as I was, I still knew that she was drinking my blood. You don’t bite ponies for cider, but enough foaling around onward with the story…

… It hurt a little bit when she started to suck, drawing out my blood at a steady pace. She started to moan and sped up, now drinking with increased fervor. I could feel the blood racing through my veins at an accelerated pace. It wasn’t painful, no. Rather it was peaceful, like falling asleep.

I felt my eyelids become heavy and start to droop, I fought the feeling to close my eyes, but it was a losing battle as I felt waves of blackness start to wash over me. I really didn’t mind dying, not for her… not for Silver Shadow…

I felt my eyes start to close for good, when she suddenly released me. By now I was barely conscious and fighting for every moment of life. I watched silently as she raised her hoof to her mouth, which was stained with my blood, and bite into herself. I watched in fascination as her blood welled up from the wound.

She walked over to where I lay, motionless and barely conscious. “Drink!” she commanded holding her bleeding hoof in front of my mouth. She dripped some of her blood onto my lips when I didn’t respond, letting it seep into my mouth. By the heavens it tasted completely foul, however, the more I tasted the better it became until it was almost irresistible.

I suddenly found strength from seemingly nowhere and latched onto her hoof gripping it tightly as I drank groggily, my eyes still half closed. I could hear her whispering softly as I drank, “there, there, drink my fledgling drink” she crooned, speaking as though a mare would her foal.

It continued like that for about three minutes, me sipping quietly at her, until she withdrew her hoof and pushed me gently back into the bed. I lay there quietly, feeling the familiar onslaught of unconscious creeping back toward me. I could hear her faintly now as the walls of blackness came crashing down, consuming me and as I finally slipped away I heard her say.

“See you in the morning…”