Thanks to Roudee for helping me correct some errors!

Prologue:

“Ah, Star! You’re here, welcome back!” A lavender Alicorn princess greeted me as I walked into her library. “And before you ask: Sorry, but you’re book still hasn't arrived.”

“Well, shhhhhhhhiiii…” I was about to exclaim, but realized I was in the presence of a princess and tried to think of something else. “Shi… shish… Shiznickles!” I noticed how strange that sounded. “I shouldn't have said that; that sounded really stupid… Who says Shiznickles?!”

All the lavender pony did was giggle at me before speaking again.

“See, that’s what I don’t get about you, Star. You’re fine with saying swear words in front of the rest of Ponyville, but not me…”

“That’s because you are a princess, your highness.” I said, bowing.

“Please, call me Twilight. I hate it when ponies call me ‘your highness’…and there is no need to bow,” she said as I raised my head. “And this brings me onto the reason I called for you.”

“Oh?”

“Some of the other ponies have been watching you…” She said, slowly.

“Is this because I’m a Thestral?”

“No! Don’t be so silly!”

“It’s because I’m a Thestral, isn't it?” I asked again.

“Well, not exactly…”

“It’s because I’m a Thestral, isn't it, Twilight?”

“Look, its nothing personal; its just that Ponyville has never had your species as a resident…” she said, slower than before.

“Those racist mother-”

“Star!” she said before I could finish.

“Sorry, its just that I've always been going from town to town because I could never stay in one place. Too many racist ponies making it almost impossible to live anywhere,” I said, my ears dropping. “Never mind that, back to what you were saying.”

“Yes, well… Some of the ponies have been watching you, just in case, and they have noticed that every week you would sneak into the Everfree Forest for an hour or so and sneak back into the town, sometimes with your mouth covered in blood,” she said, looking at me suspiciously.

“Ah. Yes, that. Well, you see… Thestrals are said to be called Vamponies by ponies that don’t understand us for a reason. We require a constant supply of blood to survive.”

Instantly, the lavender mare summoned a piece of parchment and a quill then started to write.

“We don’t generate enough iron in our blood on our own, so we have to feed off other creatures to gain that iron, whether they are alive or dead but fresh.” I continued, “If we don’t get enough our body starts to react and we get a strong craving which, if not satisfied once a week, can lead to us going crazy. It’s a psychological thing our brain does to make sure we get what we need.” I stopped when I noticed Twilight's head rise with a confused look.

“Would you care to explain the Vampony bit?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure. Well, it is true that Thestrals and Vamponies are biologically the same species, it’s the different paths we take in life that actually differ us from each other. For instance, a Thestral will never take blood from another pony unless they are donating their blood for the Thestral to drink freely. But a Vampony takes blood from another living pony without their permission. That’s the most obvious stuff. But back to the reason you asked for me come round, I was going into the Everfree for my weekly supply of blood.”

“…and how did you acquire this blood?” she asked, raising her head again.

“Well… There are dead animals out there sometimes….” I said slowly.

“And the other times?” she cringed.

I chuckled weakly and rubbed the back of my neck with a hoof. I had forgotten about Thestrals being the only carnivorous pony species.

“Uuuumm….. I think you know the answer to that already…”

“HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD YOU KILL THOSE INNOCENT CREATURES?!” she screamed at me.

As she continued to shout at me, I cowered away into the corner. It was terrifying. A princess screaming at you in the royal Canterlot voice. She had definitely picked up a lot from Princess Luna over the years. I became really hot as she pressured down on me, so I took off my black bandanna from my head, releasing my dark red mane, and wiped my brow with it to get rid of any sweat.

As the lavender mare calmed herself down, my anger grew. She had shouted at me for something that all Thestrals do. Something that we do naturally, as a part of our everyday life. You would've thought a princess would be more understanding and open minded, but no. It turns out she is no better than the rest of Ponyville.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” was all she asked after her rant.

“What do I have to say for myself? Don’t you mean, 'what do I have to say for my whole species'?” It was just then that Twilight realized what had actually just happened. “I say: I’m leaving. It was a ‘pleasure’ talking to you, princess, and I hope our next encounter is not so racist.” I turned to the door and was about to grab the handle before I heard her voice come from behind.

“Star, wait!” she sounded full of regret. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean any of that! I've been under a lot of stress from my royal duties and it makes me really cranky.”

“And that makes it OK?”

“Well, no… how about you come and have a drink with me and we can talk some more?” she said weakly.

I raised an eyebrow and stared at her for a moment, then turned back to the door.

“Star! Please…”

“I have no say in this do I?” I asked, defeated.

“Nope!” a purple and green reptile said calmly as he walked in between us. He was a baby dragon by the name of Spike, if I remember correctly. He walked into the kitchen then moments later came back out with a tub of ice cream before walking back up the stairs.

“Ehe,” she half giggled, sheepishly.

“Fine!” I sighed, turning back to her and walked in her direction.

***

I woke up with a jolt. I had just had the strangest dream in existence. In it, I was a talking horse with bat wings, and I was talking to another horse with bird wings and a horn. The fuck?

I checked my whole body in a mad panic. Hands not hooves, good, I like hands, you can do many things with hands. Skin, bare skin, not brown fur. Good, I’m no furry. Normal mouth, no fangs, OK, I wont be mistaken for a werewolf mid-transformation or a vampire. No wings, thank God, I wont have the church after me and calling me a demon spawn. I was just me. No weird extra things or lack of others. I was me. Plain old Jason. Nothing more, nothing less.

I sighed in relief and could only think of one thing. That dream. Normally I would have forgotten most of it by now, but this was different. I could remember it clearly. Like it actually happened. Like… like a memory. Then that was pushed out of my mind by another thought.

“What the fuck was that all about?!”

Author's Note

This is something I hope has never been done before, at least, not to this level and I hope you enjoy it and whats to come.

Thank you for reading.

P.S: this was going to have some ship between Star and Twilight but I thought it was best not.