I Have Vacation Days?!

Alucard had found the day to be rather trying despite the triumph over Nightmare Moon. Luna still refused to talk about how she became a creature of the night, but he was confident that she would eventually open up. His more immediate concern was explaining his true nature to his new friends. And now here they stood, in the Golden Oaks Library, in the aftermath of his finished tale. Excluding how he came to the world, of course. And now he waited in silence for their reactions as he looked at Twilight. He knew he was most concerned about how his master would react.

Twilight bit her thumbnail, still processing Alucard’s words. She felt conflicted; on the one hand, she had already known that Alucard was a murderous bloodsucker, but on the other hand, the sheer scale of what he had done was just… horrifying beyond belief. Still, Alucard had mentioned that he had become “sane” over the course of his imprisonment… for a given value of sanity.

“... Alucard?” she whispered, looking up at him.

“Yes, master?” Alucard, looking into her eyes.

“You’ve… you’ve changed, right? You wouldn’t repeat what you did all those years ago, would you?” Twilight’s face bore an expression of slight worry, almost overshadowed by the horror she still felt.

Alucard sighed. “I must confess that I would still slaughter, but not indiscriminately. I would be more selective in my targets.” He looked at the others. “What about the rest of you?”

The rest of the girls shared looks among each other, each one seemingly just as horrified as the next. Surprisingly enough, Fluttershy was the first one to speak, standing in front of Alucard and placing her hand on his chest. “I-I still think… Y-you’re still really s-scary…. but… from the way you protect Twilight… and from the way you kept us safe even when you didn’t have to…. I can tell you have a good heart… so… I...I trust you.”

Alucard looked into Fluttershy’s eyes and put his hand over hers. “You truly think there’s a good heart in me, Miss Fluttershy? Even though I’m a monster?” Her kindness was truly astonishing to behold.

Fluttershy blushed and stuttered, “A-ah… well… maybe not l-literally… but I c-can tell that you truly do care for Twilight… and even a little bit for us…”

Alucard was truly moved by Fluttershy’s words and embraced her. “You truly are worthy of Kindness, Fluttershy. You know what I am, what I’ve done, and you still give me the benefit of the doubt.” So moved was he that a tear of blood actually fell from his eye.

Fluttershy smiled and hugged Alucard back, breaking the tension and letting the other girls speak up. Rainbow flapped over and clapped Alucard on the back, “Hell, I’ve seen it too. You’re so loyal to Twilight it’s almost scary. Any guy so devoted to his lady friend can’t be that bad.”

Alucard looked at her even as he noticed Twilight blush out of the corner of his eye. “She’s my master, Rainbow Dash.” Though he certainly hoped he could be something more to her as she was to him.

“Eh, same difference.”

“Well, Ah don’ rightly know bout any Ah this ‘master’ stuff, but, barrin’ a few understandable exceptions, you’ve been nothin’ but honest with us, Alucard. And that means Ah c’n trust you… but don’t you dare ever touch my behind like that again without my express permission, y’hear me?” Applejack punched Alucard’s other shoulder, offering him a halfhearted friendly glare.

Alucard laughed, more good natured but still with just a tinge of his inner psychosis. “As you wish, Applejack. Of course, that implies you enjoyed being touched like that.” He gave her a cheeky grin.

“Sh-shut up!” Applejack cried, punching him again.

Rarity came up next, “Well, I don’t know if I can call you generous… save for with your perversions and your bullets… but, as with the rest of the girls, I can see that you truly do care for Twilight. And, like Applejack, please never touch me like that ever again. So, as long as I don’t have to see your… vampiric side… I think we’ll get along just fine. Oh, and do drop by the Boutique if you ever need something to wear besides your current outfit.”

Alucard chuckled. “Your offer is quite generous, but ultimately not necessary.” His form became a mass of shadows and reshaped itself into a woman with flowing black hair, a white leisure suit and scarf, a white hat, and the same blood red eyes and grin. “The trappings of mortal forms mean absolutely nothing to me.” And he still spoke in his normal voice despite now having a female form.

Rarity shrank back, not expecting his transformation, “O-oh… but still, if you ever at least want a new outfit suggestion, come by any time.”

Pinkie bounced up from behind Rarity, “You really should! Rarity is the best seamstress in aaaaaaalllll of Ponyville! And pretty much the only one, too. What’s up with that?”

“Well there’s nothing wrong with a monopoly on at least a local level,” Alucard said as he went back to his usual form. “So… You’re all okay with this?”

A chorus of shaky nods. Pinkie spoke, “Well, maybe not all of us are totally okay with it, but as long as you don’t go all scary eye man on us again I think we’ll be fine!”

“Agreed.” “Yup.” “Uhuh.” “...yes…”

Twilight shook her head, “You girls really are something else.” She smiled and walked up to Alucard, placing her hand on his shoulder, “And really, Alucard, I’ve lived with you for the past twelve years. Talking about your past isn’t going to change a damn thing. Well, okay, it does mean that I’m never letting you rampage anywhere ever, but I wasn’t letting you do that anyway. Honestly, it would have been more surprising if you had been a priest or something.”

Schrodinger laughed from the chair he was seated in. “If you vant a priest, look for Father Alexander Anderson. But, he’d likely try to skewer you on all zhose blessed bayonets.”

“....Who?” Twilight asked, now very confused.

“Just a homicidal Catholic priest from the Vatican in another dimension that Schrody reeeaaally shouldn’t be talking about in this context, riiiiiight?” Pinkie loomed over Schrodinger, as if daring him to make another reference to copyrighted material that really had no business being in this story.

Schrodinger slightly panicked. “Of course! Of course! Ve don’t vant to get pulled for copyright infringement, do ve?” He chuckled nervously and looked in a particular direction in worry, seemingly staring at nothing.

“That’s what I thought.”

Twilight stared, “Is… is she always like this?”

Five voices rang out in perfect unison, “Yes.”

“........Okay then…”

Monday dawned with little fanfare, with Twilight stumbling out of bed, tripping when she forgot that she wasn’t in Canterlot anymore, and falling from her bed into a pile of cushions that she had laid out.

“It’s been two weeks and I still haven’t gotten used to being in this library…” Twilight muttered, rolling from the cushions and into the bathroom for her morning shower.

Half an hour later, Twilight strode into the kitchen, dressed in her usual outfit sans-blazer and stopped, not expecting the food covering the table. “A-alucard? Did… did you make breakfast?”

“I did, master,” the vampire answered as he pulled out her chair for her. “Your favorites, and seasoned with some of my blood.”

Twilight sat down, still reeling from the shock of Alucard actually making breakfast for her, a thing he hadn’t done since she was old enough to actually cook for herself. “Wait… did you say you seasoned this with your blood?”

“I did,” Alucard confirmed as he pushed her chair in and sat down beside her. “I remembered that you enjoyed it before.”

Twilight groaned and dropped her face into her hand, grinning secretly all the while, “You do of course realize that breakfast is going to take hours now, and that I’ll need to burn this chair, yes?” Without waiting for his answer, she speared a sausage with her fork and brought it to her lips, taking a large bite out of it.

Pinkie perked up, “... Did I just hear a scream? …. Nah, must be my imagination.”

Two hours, some cold food, three burned chairs, two quick disinfections of the floor, and a cold shower later, Twilight flopped down into one of her last remaining kitchen chairs, blushing furiously with a slightly dazed expression on her face. “Th-whoo… thanks for breakfast Alucard… that… that hit the spot…”

Alucard chuckled and smiled at her. “I knew it would. And now I have an idea.”

“Huh? What idea?” Twilight perked up. Spike looked over as well, but shrugged and went back to washing dishes; obviously Alucard was planning something with Twilight, and he’d really rather not see the two of them doing anything overly mushy.

“A little bird told me that a traveling stage performer will be passing through town,” Alucard said. “Seems intriguing.” He stood and bowed in a flourish. “I would be honored if you accompanied me, master.”

Twilight blinked, “What, like a date?”

Alucard nodded. “Yes. You could say that.” He hoped to any gods that deigned to listen that she would say yes.

“....Well, I, uh,” Twilight blushed, eyes dilating slightly. Every instinct was telling her to just say yes, but the part of her that always found Alucard repulsive kept screaming NO in all capital letters. After a single moment of deliberation, Twilight shook her head and decided to be spontaneous for once.

“I’d love to, Alucard. When do we leave?”

Alucard hid his shock. Honestly he’d expected her to insist that they go as just friends. But she’d said yes. Okay, unfamiliar territory now. “In around an hour. The show is in the town square.”

“Great, then I have time to choose an appropriate outfit!”

“Don’t forget sunblock and your parasol, master,” Alucard reminded with a smirk.

Twilight merely shot Alucard a backhanded middle finger, slamming her room door behind her.

Schrodinger piped up from the couch, “Get ready to vait, Alucard. Zhis is going to take a loooong vhile.”

Over in Baltimare, Seras was fuming. “WHERE DID THAT LITTLE PRAT GO?!”

Exactly forty five minutes and six seconds later, the door to Twilight’s room opened and the woman in question stepped out. Inside Alucard’s mind, for some completely understandable reason, “Careless Whisper” began playing.

Twilight descended the stairs, her hair tied up in a neat bun. She had added a touch of makeup, mascara and eyeliner with dark lipstick serving only to make her pale complexion look absolutely radiant. She wore a string of onyx beads around her neck, a sixteenth birthday gift from Alucard himself. A tight, sleeveless blouse under a black corset vest covered her torso, accentuating her bust seemingly without any effort put in. Around her waist lay a medium length, black pencil skirt with a tiny slit up the side for extra movement. And to cap the look off, sheer black pantyhose and low, black high heels.

Twilight swung the parasol over her shoulders, opening it in one swift movement as she struck a pose at the bottom of the stairs, “So, Alucard, how do I look?”

Alucard, for the first time in his life, was absolutely speechless. “You… You look…” He slowly stepped toward her and gently cupped her cheek in his hand. “You’re so beautiful, master.”

Twilight blushed and smiled, “You really think so?”

“As cliche as this is going to sound,” Alucard said with a smile of his own. “I know so.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Twilight blushed, “but it does help. N-now, we had a show to get to?”

“That we do,” Alucard agreed. Some old memories prompted him to offer her his arm. Twilight took his arm and smiled, perhaps Alucard really could be a gentleman from time to time.

Alucard noticed the looks he and Twilight were getting as they walked toward the town square. His vampire hearing allowed him to hear the curious whispers as well. Soon enough, the caravan set up in the middle of town came into view, along with the crowd gathered around it. The rest of the girls were already at the front of the crowd.

Twilight looked around, “So did anyone say just what this show was about?”

Just then, a burst of smoke onstage caught the crowd’s attention, a blue-clad woman with a purple cape and hat appearing from it, announcing, “Come one! Come all! Witness the absolute power and majesty of the Great and Powerful Trrrrixie!” Fireworks and flashing lights rang out in a cacophonous chorus, nearly drowning out the applause of the crowd.

Twilight looked at the stage, “Well, a travelling illusionist. This should prove to be interesting.

Alucard chuckled. “I doubt she can compare to your prowess, my master.” Despite sharing the parasol with Twilight, he was still wearing his sunglasses and wide brimmed hat.

Twilight blushed, “W-well, I mean, I’m nothing special, really…”

On stage, Trixie continued dazzling the crowd with her tales of magical prowess, finally coming to a head with her boast, “Trixie is the absolute most magical aetherial in all of Equestria!”

Twilight furrowed her brow, frowning ever so slightly, “...Whoever she is, she’s either very good at acting, or she’s nothing but a braggart.”

At the front of the crowd, Rainbow Dash groaned and chuckled, “Oh please, how bad do you have to be to say something like that?”

Rarity frowned, but nodded, “Indeed, quite a bit more boastful than necessary.”

“She’s a performer,” Alucard said. “This is how they work. I guarantee her bark is far worse than her bite.”

“Still… Ah c’n see that she’s nothin’ but a bold faced liar. Ain’t none a’ her stories been the truth so far… Cept the part where she graduated magic school at th’ top a’ her class.” Applejack scowled at Trixie.

“You should show her what you can do, Twilight!” Spike suggested, looking up at his keeper in excitement. “Show her a real mage.”

“And potentially ruin the show? That wouldn’t exactly be a good idea, Spike. Even if it is nothing but lies and boasting, that’s how most traveling illusionists work, anyway.” Twilight pointed out, lecturing with a perfectly manicured, violet painted finger.

Of course, Trixie happened to take notice of the group’s conversation, having layered a basic monitoring spell over the crowd to make sure that her response was uniformly positive.

She huffed and let loose a few more fireworks, “It seems we have some naysayers in the crowd! Who would be so foolish as to challenge the Great and Powerful Trixie?”

Rainbow immediately grabbed the edge of the stage and flipped up, landing after an impressive display of acrobatics. “I would, Trixie! See, I gotta say, you may be all tough talk, but can you beat an aerial at her own game?”

“Oh this is going to be good,” Alucard said, slipping into his usual jovial tone that some had come to call “Troll Alucard.” “Make sure to give us a good show, Dashie!”

Rainbow smirked and launched into the air, blasting through clouds and whirling around at dizzying speeds. After a few seconds of heart stopping aerial acrobatics, she skidded to a halt on the stage, a massive stream of water splashing off her outstretched wings and misting out into a beautiful miniature rainbow.

“Top that.”

“Oh she’s asking for it now,” Schrodinger said from his spot beside Pinkie Pie, sharing a bag of popcorn with her.

Trixie gaped for a moment, then smirked wickedly, casting a spell and calling out, “Impressive… but still, you’ve been hoisted by your own petard, fool!” Rainbow looked around strangely before noticing that the rainbow she had made was moving of its own accord, whirling around her in a technicolor tornado before launching her back into the crowd.

Twilight’s frown deepened, “Okay, that was slightly uncalled for. She didn’t have to launch Rainbow that far.”

Alucard laughed his impish laugh. “Oh Dashie’ll be fine. That was funny as hell!”

Twilight shook her head, watching as Rarity took the stage, absolutely dripping with elegance and poise. Rarity struck a pose, pointing at Trixie and somehow taking command of the stage lights to give her a dramatic backdrop.

“You may have won against Rainbow Dash’s acrobatics, but can you win against my fashion?” The curtains tore themselves away from the stage, flowing around Rarity’s form in an all concealing cocoon of steadily shrinking fabric, until they disappeared entirely, reveal Rarity in a beautifully elegant dress. “As my brash friend put so well, top that.”

“AND RARITY TAKES THE LEAD!!!” Alucard called in a commentator’s voice. “CAN TRIXIE RISE TO THE CHALLENGE?!”

Trixie shot a glare at Alucard before whipping her hand out, a brilliant stream of almost liquid mana lashing out and wrapping around Rarity’s head, swirling around and dispersing to reveal…

Twilight winced, “Okay, that is definitely too far.”

Rarity shrieked, looking at the literal rats nest that had replaced her immaculate coils. “You bitch! You’ll pay for this!” she cried, running off the stage, desperately in need of restyling and ice cream.

“Oh she got fucking owned!” Alucard said with a laugh as Spike ran after Rarity to help her.

“...Indeed…” Twilight hissed, storming to the front of the crowd and teleporting onto the stage, utilizing what little (read: A whole hell of a lot) she knew of illusion magic to generate both a smokescreen, a dispersing flock of bats, and ominous music.

“Okay, Miss ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie. This has gone on far too long. You come into my new home, you weave a story made entirely out of lies, you humiliate my friends…. AND YOU RUINED MY GODDAMN DATE!” Twilight screamed, hands lighting up in magenta infernos of barely repressed magic. Her eyes glowed ominously, steaming wisps of crimson mana erupting from their magenta depths as her canines lengthened into short fangs. From in the distance, one might almost hear ominous chanting.

Alucard fell silent at the sight of his master getting all pissed off and putting on her game face. There was no cheeky remark, no jokes to be made. No. Only one sentence could describe what was going through his body right now. “I think I just came.”

Twilight continued, advancing on the now nervous Trixie, “So you have one chance… one chance to prove to me, and to this whole town, that you aren’t just an annoying braggart that can’t take a single loss. I challenge you, ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie, to a Mage’s Duel.”

Trixie drew back, gathering up the last bits of her courage and acknowledging Twilight’s challenge, “Fine! If you wish to be destroyed under Trixie’s power!”

“Oh you’re screwed, bitch!” Alucard called. “You are so fucking screwed!”

Trixie growled and immediately lashed out with a basic combat spell, the mana beam, hoping to catch Twilight off guard and take her out without fuss. Twilight simply raised an eyebrow, taking the spell without even flinching, the faint shimmering of mana around her denoting that she had absorbed the entire spell. “Is that it? A basic mana beam? The one that every single aetherial knows? And so weak too, I absorbed the whole thing without flinching. The first attack I ever absorbed was so much stronger than that beam that I could have taken hundreds of yours without ever coming close to the power of that first absorbed spell.” Twilight remained unimpressed, merely flaring out her mana and generating an impressive aura of magenta sparking with every color of the rainbow and then some.

Trixie merely harrumphed and tossed her hair, “Hmph, I was just testing your defenses. It’s good to see that my opponent isn’t so weak as to be defeated by the weakest of all combat spells.”

“Weak save!” Alucard jeered.

“SHUT UP!”

Twilight yawned, “Oh, I suppose it’s my turn now.” She raised her fist, capturing Trixie in her telekinetic grip and, in a move that would be ironically used on her far in the future, whirled around, launching Trixid clear out of town and into the Everfree Forest. Twilight cursed and teleported after, leaving screens made of scrying spells so that the townspeople would be able to view Trixie’s defeat.

Trixie, though mostly nothing but a braggart and an illusionist, had in fact graduated top of the class from Manehattan’s Battle Mage school, and was thus well versed in a fair few types of combat magic. One of these types of combat magic involved breaking a fall.

Thus, Trixie crashed through the canopy of the Everfree with little damage, rolling to a halt in a glowing hamsterball of mana.

She looked around as she panted, her heart damn near exploding with how fast it was beating. Then, out of the shadows, came Twilight, shrouded in a shimmering aura of mana, not unlike a giant magenta flame.

Trixie glared, “So, all you could do was a telekinetic throw? Pathetic. Hmph, still, it was a lucky shot. And I concede that it was a good throw. Tell me, what exactly is your name?”

Twilight smirked. “Hello. My name is Twilight Sparkle. I am Princess Celestia’s personal apprentice. The supersoldier Alucard answers to my authority alone.” Her smirk widened enough to become psychotic. “And this is the perfect chance to test out my new toy.”

“N-new toy?” Trixie’s eyes widened, before narrowing into a self-superior smirk, “Hah! As if any paltry toy would be enough to defeat the likes of the Great and Powerful Trixie!”

A sound like wire being drawn taut rent the air as several flashes of light came through the air when Twilight lifted her hands. Suddenly, several of the huge trees around them fell, their trunks cut through with razor clean cuts. Twilight had lights moving around her, reflecting off the wires floating around her. “Seems to work perfectly.”

Trixie gaped, now very very afraid of the younger girl in front of her. Still, she didn’t back down, refusing to swallow her pride.

Twilight chuckled in a manner very reminiscent of her servant. “Micro-filament wires stored in pocket dimensions and telekinetically manipulated. Reinforced with magic, these wires can cut through most objects like a hot knife through butter. Flesh included.” Her smirk widened enough to show her fangs. “I’d run if I were you.”

Trixie growled and threw up her shields, the air shimmering with large, flat plates of pinkish-violet light. The rectangular shields, three in total, orbited around the illusionist in an impressive display of defensive magic. Trixie’s hands glowed again, this time throwing forward a brilliant arc of lightning.

Twilight stared at the lightning, raising her wires into a tightly knit mesh in front of her, then grounding it and herself so that the lightning spell did nothing but spark impressively and nearly blind both women.

Trixie, being a dirty fighter, took advantage of this, launching a pair of arcing fireballs to either side of her and then following up with a crossed pair of wind blades down the center path. She, however, used a smoke bomb and beat a hasty retreat into a convenient cave.

Twilight stopped the fireballs with a barrier of oxygen empty air around her and blocked the wind blades with a ripped up chunk of rock. Walking into the cave at a leisurely pace, she looked around for her target. “Oh Trixie…” Her voice echoed around the cave. “Come out come out wherever you are. Is the Great and Powerful Trixie really the Scared and Cowardly Trixie?”

“BURN!!!” Alucard cheered from the stage as he watched.

Twilight started slicing apart rock formations that could serve as cover for Trixie. Trixie, meanwhile, cast illusion after illusion over herself, making her invisible and silencing her footsteps before retreating further into the cave…. only to stop as she walked right into something large, warm, and… covered in stars.

Trixie cursed silently, slowly backing up until she accidentally bumped into Twilight, breaking her concentration as she screamed in surprise. “EEEK!”

“Eeek!”

“eeek!”

Two sets of angry yellow eyes opened in the darkness, one large and belonging to something blue, the other much, much larger and belonging to something purple.

Trixie looked back at Twilight and smiled pathetically, “Trixie proposes that we postpone our duel until we are no longer in danger of dying from the angry Ursa in this cave.”

Twilight snorted, “Go, run if you wish. I’m staying behind to run some… pest control.” Twilight brought more wires to bear as she grinned at the giant bears that were staring her down. “If I can beat Ursa, then it proves I’ve come a really long way as a mage.”

Trixie sputtered, already halfway out of the cave, “A-are you insane!? Those are Ursa Major! You’ll die! Even I can’t defeat one!”

“So you admit that you’re all talk, Trixie?” Twilight asked. “Also, the blue one is an Ursa Minor. A cub. And I’m guessing the Major is its mother.”

Trixie had already left the cave and was hightailing it straight back in the direction Ponyville was, not even stopping to look back at Twilight. Within seconds, she had disappeared back into the bushes.

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Coward.” She jumped back to avoid the Minor’s paw as it came down where she had been standing. “Feisty, aren’t you?” She grinned. “I like feisty prey.”

The Minor roared in anger, prompting its mother to pull it back and assume a defensive stance in front of it, glaring at Twilight in an attempt to make the much, much smaller aetherial back down.

Twilight kept grinning and lashed out with her wires, severing the Major’s left fang in one shot while lacerating the skin behind it. “Come at me, bitch! It’s not about you but… I REALLY NEED TO BLOW OFF SOME STEAM!!!”

Alucard grinned and shuddered just a little, “I think I just came… again…”

Rainbow scowled, “Dude, TMI.”

The Ursa Major roared in pain, swiping a whale sized paw at Twilight in blind rage.

Jumping up, Twilight landed on the paw and dug her wires into it to grip and stay in place while causing a lot of pain to her foe at the same time. The Ursa Major kept roaring, thrashing around and shaking the earth for miles under the sheer force of its stomps. The Minor ran to the back of the cave, huddling down and waiting for its mother to kill the tiny speck.

Twilight was grinning as manically as Alucard was known to. “So this is what the rodeo is like! Fun!” Using her wires to keep grip, she started making her way up the Ursa’s arm, her wires digging in to find nerve endings. She had her target in sight: the base of its skull, behind its neck. Once her scrying spells gave out from all the ambient magical energy, she could dig in without worry of exposing her little… craving.

The Ursa Major began rolling, smashing against the walls and the various stalagmites and stalactites as the air around it saturated with almost physical tons of natural mana, shorting out the scrying spells with an audible crack of shattering glass.

Feeling the end of her scrying spells, Twilight finally reached the base of the Major’s skull. She licked her lips at the sight of its nebula like blood. Deciding to forgo her usual compression spell, she reared back and opened wide, biting down on the creature’s flesh and sucking some blood into her mouth. Her eyes glowing a bright nebula purple, she screamed against the Major’s flesh as her pantyhose flooded from her body’s reaction to the blood.

The Ursa roared, weaker this time, already knowing that, somehow, its time was nearing an end. Still, it fought on, batting at the base of its skull in an attempt to dislodge Twilight’s feeding form.

Finally, the Ursa fell forward, and moved no more. Releasing her hold on it, Twilight sucked in a breath and hugged herself while rubbing her arms. Her wires flashing, she lacerated the flesh and made a large fountain of blood burst up and rain over her, her moaning echoing as she rubbed the blood over her bare skin and licked it off her hands.

Alucard stepped into the cave and scented the blood covering his master. “Master! Are you alright?”

Twilight gave no verbal reaction, instead ripping off her vest and blouse with an all too erotic moan, using her wires to shred off her skirt and pantihose before launching her naked, blood covered self at Alucard with a half maddened giggle.

Alucard was pressed against the cave wall as her lips covered his, her tongue darting into his mouth and running over his fangs while she moaned and ground herself against him. The blood was affecting him too, and he kissed her back, running his hands over her body after ditching his gloves.

Twilight deepened the kiss, swirling her tongue around the inside of Alucard’s mouth before pushing the both of them to the cave floor, using her wires to shred off as much of Alucard’s clothing as she could reach, then slowly, reluctantly pulling away and pulling off the remnants.

Alucard managed to get his wits about him again and grabbed Twilight’s wrists, rolling them and pinning her with his superior strength, holding her arms above her head by her wrists. “Wait. Hold on, master.”

Twilight panted and ground against Alucard, moaning out, “C’moooon! I’m horny, we’re naked, and you’ve been wanting to fuck me for at least the past two years! What’s the hold up!?”

“Not like this, Twilight,” Alucard said, looking into her eyes as he used her real name. Something he only did if he was absolutely serious about something. Like making sure she didn’t make a huge mistake. “Not like this. Not while you’re half mad with lust.”

Twilight groaned and pouted, grinding against Alucard just a little more before calming down ever so slightly. “Ugh… you’re… you’re right… But I still wanna fuck.”

Alucard kept looking into her eyes and finally hit upon a solution. Lowering his head, he placed his neck to her lips. “Feed, Twilight. Take some of my blood.”

Twilight’s eyes dilated as she inhaled, taking in Alucard’s scent. She couldn’t help herself; she bit down viciously and drank deeply of Alucard’s blood, an earth-shattering orgasm ripping through her from just the first mouthful, instantly knocking her unconscious from sheer ecstasy.

Pulling her fangs from his neck, ALucard mended the wound and used his own mastery of blood to clean them both up. Using some of his shadow power, he fashioned a new coat and wrapped her up in it to cover her before shifting into his “Girlycard” form to clothe himself. He gently picked her up and started carrying her back to town. She needed to rest after the day she’d had.

Alucard cradled Twilight in his arms as they came back into town, their friends and Spike waiting for them. “Sorry to keep you all waiting.”

Rainbow stared at Twilight’s barely covered form, “What the heck!? What happened to her!? …. And what happened to those Ursa?”

“Master defeated the Ursa Major, but is exhausted,” Alucard said. “I stepped in to halt the Minor from trying anything while I got my master to safety. She’ll be fine after she’s had some rest.”

Rainbow gaped, “You’re kidding me. She took on the Ursa Major and defeated it!? The thing was like four hundred feet tall!”

Fluttershy, having been in the crowd, looked worriedly at Twilight, “O-oh my… she isn’t hurt… is she?”

“She’s alright, Fluttershy,” Alucard assured her with a small smile. “She just needs to rest.”

The rest of the girls sighed in relief, thankful that their new friend was fine. Though, one thing sprung to mind…

“.... Why is she naked, Alucard?” Rarity asked, tapping a finger on her chin.

“I can only assume her clothes were shredded in the fight,” Alucard said. “The Ursa was down when I got there.”

“Well, that explains that…” Rarity still looked at Alucard suspiciously though, “You didn’t do anything… untoward… to her, did you?”

Alucard’s eyes lit up in fury. “How dare you suspect me of defiling my master like that!” he snapped.

Rarity flinched back, “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to offend! It’s just… pretty girl, naked in a cave… one can’t help but think of the scenarios that might happen…”

Alucard sneered at the fashionista. “Well rest assured that she is still very much a virgin. It will be a cold day in hell before I ever do anything like that without her consent.”

Rarity chuckled fearfully, “Of course! Please, forgive me for the insult, I meant no harm!”

Alucard nodded. “I forgive you, Rarity. Just don’t make such insinuations again.” He looked at the sleeping woman in his arms. “She is very dear to me.”

Rarity smiled, “As we all can see, darling.”

In the earliest hours of the morning, before the sun had even risen, a violet-blue head ripped itself from the carcass of the Ursa Major, dripping with its mother’s blood. The Ursa Minor had discovered its mother dead barely even an hour after Twilight had vanquished the older Ursa and, after a scant few hours of mourning, decided not to starve and began feasting on its mother’s corpse, absorbing the celestial magic still coursing through its mother’s blood and growing stronger with each desperate bite.

Hours later, almost nothing was left of the Ursa Minor’s mother save for the skin, bones, and leftover shreds glowing flesh. Snuffling and growling, the Demi-Ursa Major dropped its great snout to the ground and began tracking Twilight’s scent through the Everfree, the cacophonous scent of thousands of assimilated mana trails standing out like a beacon to the enraged celestial bear.

Twilight awoke blearily and looked at the calendar next to her bed. She noticed no new marks upon its surface, so Alucard clearly hadn’t made any marks upon it. She noticed that the date was July Ninth, which meant that either someone hadn’t bothered to keep track of the days, or she had only been out for a single night.

Knowing both Spike and Alucard, she felt that the latter was more realistic.

“Are you alright, master?” Alucard’s concerned voice asked, cutting through the darkness. She would then notice two things. One, he was sitting on the side of her bed watching her. And two, she was still naked.

Twilight blushed and covered herself with her arms, “Alucard, why am I naked? … And what happened after I killed the Ursa Major yesterday? It’s a bit of a blur…”

“Tasting the Ursa’s blood drove you into a lust fueled frenzy and you shredded your clothes and mine while trying to have sex with me,” Alucard explained. “I fed you some of my blood to knock you out and carried you back after covering you up with a new coat.” She then noticed he was in his Girlycard form.

“.... Whyyyyy are you a woman right now?” she asked, feeling supremely confused.

Alucard looked at himself and chuckled. “Right. Forgot.” His form shifted back into his familiar male form, sans glasses and hat. “Better?”

“....” Twilight’s gaze unfocused for a second as she began blushing furiously, a line of blood tracing its way from her nose, “Oh gods the memories just came back and I saw you naked!”

Alucard laughed and smiled at her. “Like what you saw, master?” He leaned a bit closer to her face. “And how did it feel to slay that Ursa? How did it feel to show the predator what happens when the hunter becomes the hunted?”

“....” Twilight giggled, remembering the sight of pale, gleaming muscles writhing under her before snapping back to attention, “Ahem… ah, yes… I did like what I saw… and killing that Ursa… positively orgasmic…. with an unfortunate literal side to it…”

Alucard chuckled. “And showering in its blood? How did that feel?” He laid his hand over hers. “You’re so very beautiful when you’re covered in the blood of a fresh kill.”

“Showering in its blood… oh the endorphin rush was absolutely heavenly… and also really sticky…. also with an unfortunate sexual side to it. And… well, thank you Alucard…” Twilight played with her hair, shyly looking away from Alucard.

Alucard used his free hand to gently turn her head to look at him, staring into her eyes before he started slowly leaning in. They were alone this time. Twilight began breathing deeper, her blush growing steadily hotter as she leaned in, arms reaching up under Alucard’s own to clasp around his back.

Practically as one, their eyes slowly closed. No draco-lich to kill the mood this time. No one watching them. Alucard felt her breath on his lips as they were now separated by mere centimeters. Just another second, the distance nearly closed. One more movement.

And their lips touched. An electric thrill shot through, Twilight as she leaned into the kiss, her heart pounding in her chest.

Alucard cupped her cheek in his hand as they shared in their moment. Slow, tender enjoyment of each others presence, unlike the blind lust that had befallen their kiss back in the cave. He started to pull her closer to him before a quake rocked the room and made him fall from the bed, forcing their lips apart. “What was that?!”

Twilight glared out the window, “...It’s dead meat for ruining the moment, that’s what it is.”

Alucard stood and glared out at the glowing beast as well. “I couldn’t agree more. Get dressed.”

Twilight stood from her bed, not even bothering to rifle through her drawers and instead just throwing on her shoes and a spare robe before slipping on her wired gloves, snapping her wrists out and making sure that the strands were still fully functional.

Alucard drew the Casull and Jackal. “Shall we get going, master? Is it time for the Angel of Death to ride?”

Twilight growled, stomping down the stairs, “The Angel of Death will ride, the streets will run red with the blood of a fool, and you and I are going to have a metric ton of victory sex after this!” Her wires snapped out, hissing angrily through the air in shimmering arcs of metal. Twilight kicked open the door, stepping outside and looking around.

“... So… the cub has arrived to avenge mother…” she mused, her wires taking on a violet glow, now crackling and snapping with magically generated lightning.

Alucard couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he watched her. “Master, you’re so beautiful when you’re enraged.” He chuckled as he rubbed his guns against each other and made a spark. “Let’s go send Junior to join his dear mother.”

Twilight snapped her wires forward, the microfilaments slicing deep into the Demi-Ursa Major’s face and delivering the wrath of thousands of petawatts of pure arcane fury into the ursine’s eyes.

The bear roared in fury and pain as blood flew from its eye sockets. Now blind, it swiped its paw at Twilight, following her scent in its fury to have revenge. Twilight jumped back, but, still fatigued from the day before, stumbled in her escape, catching the force of the blow directly to her automatic shields and folding around the blow, riding it through the air and allowing herself to be launched through the front wall of Sugarcube Corner. She groaned, shaking her head as her body slowly sent mana cycling through damaged areas to hold them together long enough for her to cast a healing spell.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Trixie shook herself. She may be a coward and a liar, but she had graduated top of the class from Manehattan’s premier Battle Mage school. Even if she only topped out in theory, she still was a formidable combatant when not underestimating her foes. And even though she would gladly swindle and con every last bit from the people she so dazzled with her shows, far be her from being heartless enough to actually let them die when at least she could do something to protect them.

Trixie Lulamoon was a liar and a braggart, but she would gladly lay her life down on the line to protect innocents should it come down to that. With that firmly in mind, she leapt out from the alleyway she’d hidden in, throwing out bursts of fire and lightning, disorienting the beast with cacophonous fireworks and acrid smoke bombs, trying to buy enough time for the woman who’d so bested her the day previous to recover and just kill this beast.

“Haha! Your blinded flailings are no match for the mystical prowess of the Great and Powerful Trixie!” she crowed, dodging its blinded swipes with contemptuous ease. That is, until the beast roared, the force of it knocking her off her feet and onto the ground.

Trixie rubbed her bum and looked up as a shadow covered her, her heart falling when she saw the paw about to crush her. She resigned herself to death, realizing that she had failed to protect the citizens of this town…. until a sharp, stinging sensation closed tightly around her and she jerked to the side with a hiss of pain and the snap of microfilament wires.

Trixie flew through the air as the Ursa completed its stomp, smashing the ground like a miniature earthquake, knocking down the barely recovered Twilight and sending both Trixie to the ground in a tangle of limbs and blood, both their foreheads smashed together, knocking them both unconscious.

Alucard snarled in pure rage. Dashing forward, he leaped into the air and landed on the Ursa’s head. Speaking in a demonic, echoing voice as he leveled the Jackal at its head, he needed but a single word. “Die” Pulling the trigger, he sent one of the Jackal’s bullets into its skull, drawing a roar of pain. His expression not changing in the slightest, he kept pulling the trigger, bullet after bullet burying itself in the creature’s skull until it finally stumbled and fell to the ground, causing a quake as it landed in the town square, Trixie’s stage caravan crushed beneath its body.

Content that the Ursa was dead, Alucard holstered his guns and raced over to his master. “Twilight! Are you alright?!”

No response, though the rise and fall of Twilight’s chest was a clear indicator that she was still alive. There was a worrying amount of blood, however, and as Alucard looked over at Trixie, the source immediately became apparent. Something shifted by his boot, and he looked down to examine it.

A light skinned, disembodied right arm clad in a purple, fingerless elbow glove with a sapphire on the back of the hand. The same glove worn on Trixie’s left hand. Thankfully, most of the bleeding had stopped, Trixie’s uncontrolled tumble somehow making the razor sharp wires act as a tourniquet around what remained of the show-woman’s arm.

“... What a mess…”

Twilight awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling, though the annoying beep of a heart monitor beside her served as a familiar sound to silently rage against.

“Finally. You’re awake,” A familiar, masculine voice said from the chair beside her, Alucard’s face matching the concern in his voice. “I was very concerned, master.”

“Alucard?” Twilight asked, slowly maneuvering herself into a sitting position and wincing when she felt the slight damage to her ribs, “Why am I in a hospital?”

“You were knocked through the front of Sugarcube Corner by the Urza, and then while saving Trixie, your foreheads collided and you were knocked out,” Alucard explained. “Trixie is alive, but…”

Twilight looked over to the other source of beeping in the room, immediately noticing Trixie’s… predicament, “.... I did that, didn’t I?”

Alucard nodded. “Yes. Your wires cleanly severed her arm. On top of that, the Ursa landed on her caravan when it died. So on top of being an amputee, she’s now homeless as well.”

Twilight dropped her face into her hands, groaning in frustration, “Dammit! All I wanted to do was blow off some steam, beat the shit out of the bitch that humiliated my friends, and finish a date! Now that bitch is armless because of me, probably crippled magically from the charge still in the wires when I grabbed her, and HOMELESS! Eugh!” She flopped backwards into her pillows, burying her face in them. “.... Alucard, I fucked up.”

Alucard took her hand in his. “We both did. Fluttershy really tore into me for killing the Ursa, but forgave me since I killed it to save you and Trixie. In hindsight, I should have killed it back in the cave. This wouldn’t have happened otherwise.”

“Euuugh, she’s probably going to hate me forever because of this… not that I really care, but I’d really rather not live through her revenge attempts.” Twilight mumbled, finally coming back up for air.

Alucard gently squeezed her hand. “Right now, I’m just glad that you’re alright.” He smirked in pride. “I never left your side once.”

Twilight smiled up at him, squeezing his hand in return and bringing her free hand up to cup his cheek, “Thank you, Alucard… That means the world to me.”

Alucard leaned his face into her hand, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. “I will always be there to aid you, master…”

“Then I guess I always have to be here to give you orders, huh,” Twilight gently guided Alucard down, propping herself up and kissing him softly.

Alucard closed his eyes as he returned the tender kiss, resting his forehead against hers as he broke it. “What are your orders, my master?”

“Right now? Just hold me close, Alucard… I want to feel you against me…” Twilight murmured, then blushed, “Ah… in a non-sexual way… that comes later… Eheh…”

Alucard chuckled and slowly moved onto the bed, holding Twilight in his arms and staring into her eyes as he leaned closer. “What a day…”

Twilight smirked. “Heh. No shit,” she muttered before their lips met again.