Blood

I languished in my bed. My arms were burning like molten rock as my bites started to itch. I had called Foxglove, but I started fearing I was going to die before she got here. I had no idea what was happening but my entire body was burning up.

A loud knock pulled me out of my stupor. "It's open...hurry!"

The door flung open, Foxglove hurried in with a few bottles already being pulled from her bag. "Oh Ben, I told you not to let him keep biting you." she trotted over to my couch and held a bottle for me. "Ben, before you drink this...and this isn't permanent, but you'll be more like us. It's gonna stop the fever-"

I flailed my arm, grabbing the bottle and drinking it in mere seconds. My fever immediately alleviated itself as I felt the cool liquid draw away the vicious heat racking my nerves. "Phew...okay, so what's that stuff do?"

She looked at me with utter disbelief. "Well...there's only been like three other humans that have had that...their reactions have been...varied. They all grew fangs...so, you can expect that."

I felt much better already, my bites still itched but I could survive that. "Okay that doesn't sound too bad-"

"You say that.... Anyways, the one guy I knew who did this for a while, I think he still takes it. He said...it tingled, then it burned, then his beard went really soft, then he went blind for three days."

I could feel myself go pale. "Just for three days?"

"Um..." Foxglove traced a in a circle on my floor. "He said, once the burning and blurriness stopped he could see really well, and he's alright now!"

I stared at the bottle in my hands. "Okay...so what the fuck is this!?"

She scrunched up her muzzle and refused to make eye contact with me. "A little belladonna, some opium, a little powdered nickle, bat pony saliva, and some laburnum. That's all."

I went through the ingredients I knew. "Poison, you poisoned me!? Foxglove, the fuck!?"

Foxglove jumped up on the couch next to me. "Hey, I know it sounds poisons, but it's not."

"Fucking opium, nickle powder!? You're going to fucking kill me!" I grabbed her head and started shaking her. "This. Is. Going. To. Kill me!"

"Ben." she stopped me by pressing her hooves into my chest. "Look at my boobs...look at them and calm down."

I shoved her off. "I don't wanna calm down! Panicking is the proper response to this!"

"Ben." she looked me dead in the eyes. "Look at my boobs and calm down...trust me...it works of the foals, it will work on you."

"Oh fuck off!" I tossed her back into the arm of the couch. "God damn it...so when do I drop dead?"

Foxglove poked my leg with her hoof. "Oh don't be all dramatic, you're gonna be fine. If you'd let me finish, no one knows what's gonna happen, but you'll be more...heh...batty."

"You're not funny!" I snapped, suppressing the urge to strangle her. I let out a long sigh and tried to calm down. "Can you be serious and just tell me what to expect?"

She shrugged. "Three things are common across the trial runs. Soft hair, sharp teeth, and your voice will get a little more raspy."

"Oh grea- fuck!"

"Ahh see!" Foxglove leaned against me and prodded my side. "See, it's happening, and you're not dead!"

I centered myself and put my hand on Foxgloves shoulder, quickly pinching her cheek and pulling it hard. "Bring. Me. Wayne. If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die with the little shit that killed me."

Foxglove pulled away and jumped off the couch. "You're serious? You- whatever...drama queen." Foxglove walked out and slammed the door.

I sat on the edge of my couch and waited for sudden death. I waited ten minutes before making lunch, not exactly convinced I wasn't about to die, but skeptical enough to act normal. I had the sudden urge for sugary fruit and beef. I rummaged through my fridge and found some raw pork.

My mouth started to water as I stared at the chunk of meat. I felt like I was teething as I held the meat in my hands. In a moment of stupidity I bit into the pork and ripped a sizable chunk out. I relished in the soft flavor as I put the rest of the meat back in the fridge. I hurried over and pulled an apple from the bowl on my new table and bit it in half. The swirling flavor of meat and appley sugar was amazing as I slumped into my chair.

My teeth were incredibly sore as I worked my jaw to grind the meat into paste. I had a sudden urge to bite something, something alive. I paced around my apartment waiting for something to happen. Twenty minutes passed before Foxglove wandered back over. "Ben, I'm ba-"

I ran over, grabbing Wayne, cradling him, and pulling Foxglove to the couch. I set the sleepy foal down and pulled Foxglove by the mane, sinking my teeth into her neck. "Oooh whaaa..." Foxglove let out a drawn out moan as I bit her neck. "Fuuuck." I gnawed slightly as Foxglove melted into my lap.

I gnawed for a while until Foxglove tried to pull away, I yanked her back in place and held her there. She went limp as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Slowly I loosened my grip and let her go. My teeth were slightly bloody as I licked my I teeth.

Foxglove was red in the face as she rubbed her neck. "Dear Luna...I thought you were gonna rut me...."

I ignored her and cradled Wayne, laying across the couch and poking Foxglove with my socked foot. "What is with people and masochistic eroticism."

Foxglove just blinked in confusion. "Ben...talk pony to me."

I rolled my eyes angrily. My words were coming out a mile a minute as my mouth tried to keep up with my suddenly supercharged brain. "People and being aroused by bites, or cuts, or...like burning wax or stuff."

She laid her back across the couch and exposed her belly and breasts to me, her bra was strangely lacy at the top. "...You bit me...and I...submissive...." she threw her head back and let out a long moan. "It's been too long since I've had a stallion take control."

"Well too bad." I pet the foal on my chest as he curled up and went to sleep against my pecs. "I'm not about to rut you like the needy mare you are."

Foxglove's stare grew blanker. "I'm...conflicted about this. Are you feeling alright?"

I ran my tongue along my teeth and scratched my chin. "Great, better than ever, amazing, hyper, my teeth hurt, and I have a craving for meat."

Foxglove watched me as I yawned. "How much of that stuff did I give you? I might have given you too much-"

"No, I'm fine now, not dead, good, great. Here, you wanted sex right?"

Foxglove cocked her head. "What the heck are you-" I pressed my toes against her sex. "Whoa boy...." I balled my toes, kneeding her sex and making her voice tremble. "Easy...take it- ah, sensitive...."

I ignored her, idling working her sex with the ball of my foot as I cradled Wayne. "Foxglove stop moaning! You're gonna wake him up!"

"Eee..eee...eee...." Foxglove let out squeaky moans as my foot was slowly soaked. "Oh fuu-" she tensed up for a moment and lost all tension in her body, falling like a puppet with her strings cut. "Dear Luna...that...I...Ben...Ben, you're not even-"

"Quiet, you got what you wanted, go away!" I turned Wayne away from her and curled my arms around him. "Mine."

Foxglove was dumbfound, flattening out on the couch and staring at the roof. "I just...from your foot...and you don't even care."

"Nope, you asked, I did it. We're not dating, go away."

Foxglove looked up at me. "We cou-"

"Too busy, foals, pet the foal!" I held Wayne to my stomach as my hyper state made my mind spin.

Foxglove let out a quick huff. "Ben...you are...I don't even know."

I nodded. "Yes, sorry no work today, better now, should I work now?!"

"Ben."

"Yes!?"

"Calm down."

I shook my head and sat upright, Wayne waking up and wiggled around in my grip. I set him on the ground and watched as he walked around the room. "Can't calm, too much to do, ready, need to go."

Foxglove hopped off the couch, revealing a small wet patch. "Bring rag!" I yapped as she walked out of the room.

She popped back in with another bottle in her bag. "Here, drink this. I'll watch Wayne."

I slammed the bottle. "Hmm, burning, what is it!?"

Foxglove joined me once again on the couch. "Whatever you had in your cupboard."

"Oh- that...makes sense...ugh. That was...tequila...euuuugh...was...not...good idea." my brain slowed to a grinding halt as the alcohol diffused into my stomach. My teeth stopped hurting as I sank back into the couch. "Wayne...I want...bed...and...." I got to my feet. "Fuck...I'm going back to bed." my brain hurt as I drudged through the room. "Stay if you want...but I feel...like...crap." thinking was becoming difficult the longer I was standing.

I went into my bedroom and crawled under the sheets. Foxglove walked in and flew up to the bed. She tucked Wayne against my side, tucking him in against me. My hand shot to his side and ran my fingers along his coat until he latched on, biting the joint of my thumb and sucking. Foxglove joined in the bed and snuggled up to me, sandwiching Wayne between us.

I closed my eyes. "This is nice." Foxglove's voice overpowered the soft suckling of Wayne. "I mean...you said we're not...but...maybe if-"

I tore my hand away from Wayne, letting him bite the meat of my forearm and holding my hand for Foxglove. "Look...I feel...terrible...we can talk about this...later. Just...here."

"I can't bite-"

"Just do it...it feels good, I know." it felt amazing having your teeth dig into something warm and alive.

I felt her breath run across my hand as she opened her mouth. She bit down on the center of my palm and sucked on my hand, holding my hand in place with her hooves and finally giving me the silence I needed. It felt a bit strange having a fully grown bat pony chewing on me, a strange sexual tinge to it. But my mind was far too gone to be perverse about it, and despite the sexual nature, it felt more sleepy, more like I was just a big pacifier.

I fell to sleep to the sound of a foal teething on my arm, and the nyaas and hums from Foxglove.