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                Winter's NSFW Scrap Folder                 
                       -by No Crow-                        
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What's bitin' ya, Twi? [Unfinished / Vampire!AU / Very NSFW]
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What's bitin' ya, Twi? [Unfinished / Vampire!AU / Very NSFW]
It had been almost two full weeks since the event at the library, but to Twilight it felt as if it had happened only yesterday. She could still feel the chill down her spine when Rarity sat next to her, the beating of her heart when the unicorn leaned in, and then how vulnerable she felt to Rarity's voice, suggesting an outcome Twilight was sure must have been the effect of the toxins rushing through Rarity's blood.
The firewood crackled under the unforgiving flames of the chimney fire, and Twilight could feel herself burning under the equally unforgiving flames of Rarity's unintentional allure. Princesses, she wished they weren't unintentional. Or perhaps they weren't anymore.
Ever since that lethal question, that insinuation that Rarity might like Twilight in a less than purely platonic way, the unicorn had started acting strangely. She'd sit nearer to Twilight, her words were more drawn out, and her gazes… Sometimes Twilight felt she was being devoured by that gaze, and she couldn't help but be drawn, enticed, enchanted by the one who'd stolen her heart and every thought.
"Twiliiiight," the voice drawled, and Twilight tore her eyes away from the book she’d been reading to direct them towards something — or somepony — much more entrancing and scorching than fire itself.
"Can't sleep?" Twilight asked with a concerned frown.
"I'm cold," Rarity replied theatrically.
Twilight had noticed that Rarity's core temperature had dropped as of late, no doubt the aftermath of her condition. "Why don't you stay with me for a while, then?" she suggested with a helpful smile, wanting to make sure Rarity would be nice and comfortable. "The room is warm, and it might help you fall asleep easier."
Rarity smiled back, but there was something noticeably sneaky about her smile. Nodding, she trotted towards Twilight and ceremoniously settled down next to the alicorn, close enough that their coats brushed past one another.
"Thank you, darling. I’m feeling much warmer already,”  Rarity said, her smile turning sly while she wiggled a little, pressing herself against Twilight’s side further. “This should warm  both of us up, don't you think?" Rarity said, the hidden message behind her intense gaze proving to be too much for Twilight, forcing her to look away.
"Yeah, much warmer," Twilight repeated, her mind long ago having drifted away from the land of rationale and towards the isle of desire and sensations. The sensation of their fur brushing together, of Rarity's admittedly pleasantly cool touch — it was as intoxicating as it was cleansing, as thrilling as it was soothing.
All of a sudden, she felt Rarity's tail brush against her body, and her breathing hitched. She was still like a statue, only vividly aware of the tail going up her body, brushing her hindquarters and eventually wrapping itself around her own tail.
"Twilight..."
In the back of her mind, a voice warned against what was happening. It scolded her, pleaded that she was being taken advantage of, told Twilight that she was allowing something that shouldn't be allowed. But the voice was smothered by Rarity's touch — her melodious voice that was sensuous in a way Twilight hadn't known was possible — and by her own thundering and unsteady heartbeat.
Nothing could have prepared her, however, for Rarity's lips.
A soft gasp escaped her when she felt them brush against her jawline; when Rarity’s foreleg wrapped itself around her body, trapping her in a place she knew she oughtn’t be in but gods did she want to. Like alcohol in her veins, she let herself become the unicorn’s plaything, her heart beating heavily as Rarity’s lips descended to her neck, leaving soft kisses, and chills when her fangs sometimes brushed Twilight’s delicate coat, as if looking for the right spot to sink them in.
Sink them in?
How could she when Rarity had sunk her fangs into Twilight long before she even had them, back when they took the shape of her voice whispering Twilight’s name; her lips drawing Twilight in like a victim to its prey; when—
“My darling…”
A simple reaffirmation of her total and utter possession over the helpless alicorn who had long ago resigned herself to her fate, allowing — no, pleading —  the unicorn to do as she pleased with her. Rarity’s lips moved back to her face, to her cheeks, like chaste kisses that seemed so contradictory to the forehoof roaming Twilight’s body seeking the doors to both heaven and hell.
As if Rarity were in control of Twilight — which gods, she probably was —, the unicorn coaxed her willing prey into giving into her desires, Twilight’s lips getting lost in Rarity’s, in her breath, in her forelegs, in everything she could get lost in as Rarity pushed her to her sides.
“Rarity…”
She whispered Rarity’s name, the intention behind it unclear, muddled in-between the emotions and irrational thoughts clouding her mind. Was it a plea for them to stop before it went too far and they got too lost in each other, or on the contrary, was it a plea for Rarity to simply do away with her?
Maybe it was both.
Rarity laughed, the sound as intoxicating as her kisses, and lowered her mouth towards Twilight’s neck, breathing against it and kissing it as if it were her property. Her hoof, which had been roaming Twilight’s stomach, stopped and traveled upwards and away, away from the sole part of Twilight that begged for Rarity’s touch, that begged for her attentions.
“Shall I stop?” Rarity whispered, because even despite the vampire tendencies inside her, the unicorn would never take advantage of Twilight. “I can, if you want.”
I can stop my torture, Twilight Sparkle. Withdraw the lethal grip my kisses have on your will, my caresses have on your mind, and my essence has on your soul. Shall I stop making you mine, Twilight Sparkle?
“No,” Twilight replied, knowingly surrendering herself, completely and utterly, to Rarity and her control with just one word. Though, in the end, was it really control when Twilight was orchestrating it and letting her do it?
Did it even matter anymore?
Rarity laughed, leaving another curiously chaste kiss on Twilight’s neck, almost as if rewarding her for her choice. “No?” she asked with amusement, her hoof returning to its shameless exploration of Twilight’s body, of every crevice,  sending shivers down the alicorn’s back. “Let us hope you won’t regret that decision, hm?”
Before Twilight could even think up a reply, Rarity pushed her onto her back, climbing on top of her and straddling the flustered alicorn. Rarity giggled, and Twilight would have called it an innocent giggle had it not been for Rarity’s hoof still roaming her chest, and for the half-lidded eyes Rarity was staring down at her with.
“My, my, Twilight Sparkle, don’t blush like that! It makes one rather thirsty,” Rarity drawled, lifting her hoof to caress Twilight’s burning cheeks. She bit down on her lip as she did so, displaying her lovely fangs for the alicorn to fear and desire. “Lucky for me that you're immune.”
And she was, but Twilight wasn’t immune to Rarity, and oh gods, was it terrible of her to find some part of her was grateful for her immunity and the idea that those fangs could sin—
“Then again, I don’t need to do that, really,” Rarity continued, lowering herself so their lips would brush. “There’s already so very much of you I can use to satisfy myself.”
As if to reassert the fact, Rarity licked her lips before closing the distance between their lips. Twilight could only reply in kind, needily, greedily, desperately returning the deep kiss, feeling a thrill rush through her at wanting Rarity so badly, and an even greater thrill at knowing Rarity desired her in the same way.
It was electric to feel their bodies against each other, and it felt to Twilight like that’s how it was supposed to be; an incomplete puzzle that had finally been reunited with the long, lost missing piece so as to become complete. Rarity’s body was cold, and the clash between it and Twilight’s own heated body created a contradictory feeling for Twilight, as if only Rarity’s body could both cool and ignite the scorching desire raging inside her and peaking in her loins.
Twilight lifted her forehoof, placing it on Rarity's hip, an attempt to both regain some control as well as make sure that Rarity was truly there, and that she wasn't immersed in some sort of wonderfully vivid dream. Then again, not even her wildest dreams could have made her feel that way, as if heaven and hell were not potentially fictional concepts but had instead merged into the very real pony lying on top of her, whose caresses and tastes were so heavenly, Twilight wouldn't be distracted from them even if she was being dragged into tartarus.
However, if there had been any doubt about the moment being a dream, it vanished entirely when she felt a sharp pain on her lip, forcing her to wince in pain.
Rarity immediately pulled away, the concern flashing through her eyes reassuring Twilight that her friend hadn't been completely lost to the effect of the vampire toxins running through her. Though she never cut eye contact with Rarity, Twilight could feel it. The drop of blood trickling down her lip, an unintended cut caused by having been lost to the kisses of somepony who had two sharp fangs.
"Oh, dear," Rarity said, furrowing her brow before lifting her hoof and wiping away the drop of blood. She smiled gently and  apologized, "I'm sorry, Twilight. It seems I got rather carried away, didn't I? Does it hurt very much?"
Twilight could feel a deep blush rising on her cheeks. "No, it's alright," she replied, licking her lips and unwittingly forcing another drop of blood to trickle down.
Her reassurances were in vain, for Rarity still looked terribly concerned. "Even so..." she whispered, and suddenly, her concern washed away, replaced by a smouldering look that melted Twilight under her. Rarity lowered herself again, her lips brushing against Twilight's, and she whispered, "Can't let it go to waste, now can we?"
Rarity's lips closed against Twilight's, her tongue roaming the alicorn's lower lip, over the wound. When Twilight let out a small moan, Rarity took Twilight's lip in between hers, treating it as if it were candy, sucking away any remaining traces of blood.
After a moment, she broke the kiss but not the distance, almost as if she needed time to process what was happening.
"Twilight..."
The whisper was needy and desperate, rolling off Rarity's tongue in such a way that said more than a single word could, and that made Twilight feel like she was everything Rarity ever wanted, ever needed, ever was for her.
Below her waist, Twilight could feel drips of desire leaking through her slit, and she’d have been embarrassed about it if her brain wasn’t still trying to process the flurry of emotions left behind in the whisper’s wake.
“You know,” Rarity began, seemingly taking a deep breath of air, “the changes I’ve gone through are fascinating. I can smell everything so clearly now.” She giggled and with a smirk said, “I can’t blame you, of course, but that didn’t take very long, did it?”
Only then did a blush settle on Twilight’s face, but her protest was cut short when Rarity sat upright, still straddling the alicorn. “Don’t worry, my darling,” she whispered, lifting a hoof and caressing Twilight’s face as if it were the most delicate of silks, eventually coming to a stop atop Twilight’s lips. “Do you want me to take care of it?”
Twilight nodded, her eyes still closed, because what else could she do when she had already surrendered to the unicorn’s whims long ago? She wondered, because even in the midst of overwhelming sensations Twilight analyzed everything, if perhaps Rarity’s control over her was an effect of her condition… Or was it actually the consequence of Twilight’s own condition, which took the shape of unabashed desire and attraction towards the unicorn.
The same desire that muffled her mind’s protest at engaging in such acts with her friend. The same desire that had influenced her decision to ask Rarity to stay in the castle.  The same desire that was grateful, oh so very grateful, that alicorns were immune to the condition.
And it frightened Twilight to realized that, even if she wasn’t immune, she’d probably still be lying there with Rarity on top, asking for more.
Without warning, Rarity stood up, and immediately did Twilight’s body protest, sending a shiver down her spine and forcing a whine up her throat. Despite the warmth of the fireplace, it felt like all had gone cold without Rarity’s body, and Twilight would have glared at Rarity had the unicorn not suddenly began to leave a trail of needy, hot kisses, starting down from Twilight chin, to her chest, and lower still.
It was like a game, in a way, to close her eyes and guess with bated heavy breaths where Rarity’s lips would land next, each and every one eliciting little noises of pleasure from Twilight, who could only hope the kisses would keep getting longer, keep getting needier, keep going lower and lower, please just a little lower. It felt like torture to wait, like every second between each kiss was an eternity, until she felt Rarity’s wet, hot tongue reach her swollen, desperate target, and everything freezed.
Much like everything she did, be it talking, sewing or, in this case, guiding Twilight into a world of delight she never imagine could have existed, Rarity’s movements were precise and delicate; her tongue acting as a needle sewing a perfect pattern that was maddeningly pleasurable in its unpredictability.
Twilight bit down on her lip, drawing yet another drop of blood, a pain that went unnoticed and uncared for the second Rarity’s tongue found its way atop her clitoris and twirled around it, tested it to see what effect it had on the alicorn.
Twilight scrunched her eyes closed immediately, her heavy breathing mixed in with noises she hadn’t been aware she could even make. Rarity’s tongue focused on the button, painfully slowly as if she knew it was enough to keep Twilight on edge but not enough to push her to the other side. Twilight had pleasured herself countless times before, but whatever she had felt before was miles, eons away from resembling what she felt in that moment.
Rarity finally lowered her tongue, making Twilight moan involuntarily as the tongue probed inside the alicorn’s single most intimate area, and it took every ounce of willpower in Twilight not to buck her hip, trying desperately to get more of Rarity in her. Twilight knew what infatuation was; she’d spent a great deal of the past few months infatuated of Rarity, but this… It was like all her feelings for Rarity had been magnified, intensified until it wasn’t that she liked Rarity, or even wanted her — she needed her.
The pressure in her stomach was almost unbearable, climbing and climbing, her mind focused on the tongue and how it moved all around, in every direction, every tentative lick and every need suck only adding more pressure. She could feel Rarity's going deeper, tasting deeper, as far as her tongue could go. Eventually, it became too much and Twilight came with strangled cry, collapsing on the pillow and barely cognisant of Rarity still working away at her, easing down the fall from ecstasy.
It felt like she lay there for hours, desperately trying to steady her breathing. What was left of her thinking capacities was trying to process everything that had just happened, and how absurd it was, how unreal, and most of all, how she felt she had half-orchestrated it. She didn’t actually react or notice barely any time had passed until Rarity slowly lifted herself up, and rather than looking dazed or shocked like Twilight, her gaze was still the same as it had been before: teasing, sultry, and most of all, amused.
Without breaking eye contact with Twilight, she licked her lips in a slow motion, enough to flush Twilight’s entire face. “Did we enjoy ourselves?” she asked, giggling because she found it amusing apparently, and Twilight didn’t understand how or why she could be so entertained after what had just happened.
As such, Twilight didn’t know what to reply.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true.
She was very certain she’d enjoyed every blissful second of it, but admitting to it was a whole other story. Instead, she decided on simply expressing her happiness at Rarity having relieved her of… her urges, but that it really wouldn’t do to take advantage of the situation like they had.
And so, having prepared her eloquent speech, Twilight instead completely disregarded it in favor of nodding dumbly and adding an “Uh-huh…” for good measure.
It seemed like that was a satisfying enough reply for Rarity, who giggled in reply. It was a very innocent laugh, like a filly who’d just been praised, and Twilight was vividly reminded that it wasn’t some sort of vampire demon that had just gone down on her, but her crush and best friend.
However, just as fast as the real Rarity had appeared, so did she disappear. Once more she made her way atop Twilight, trapping her below herself and then lowering herself to treat Twilight to a deep kiss. When it ended and their lips pulled apart, Rarity lifted her head and left an innocent kiss on Twilight’s horn.
“Whatever is the matter, Princess Twilight?” she began, lowering herself down again so their lips would brush. “Vampire got your tongue?”
And Twilight, who had always been one for words, found that words were not enough to reply. Instead, she simply kissed Rarity again, making sure to show what exactly had her tongue occupied.
In the midst of emotions, desires and passion, her need for the unicorn overpowered her and made her act, pushing her forwards and Rarity backwards. She ignored the adorably unsensual squeak the unicorn let out, and it wasn't until she was straddling the unicorn that Twilight allowed herself a pleased smile.
Rarity seemed surprised by the change of events, and Twilight relished every second of it. She felt in control again, secure and confident, and that was when she was at her best: when she was the one in charge, and when the godly vampire was weak against the whims of her hunter.
Except…
Rarity smiled, and princesses, that was not the smile of somepony who'd been outwitted. She lifted her hoof, brushing it against Twilight's chest and looking at her through half-lidded eyes.
"My, my, my, Twilight Sparkle," she whispered, desire dripping of every word, every syllable, every sound. "How unexpected of you."
And only then did Twilight realize.
She realized that that was just what Rarity had always wanted and had been nudging Twilight towards. She could tell by the way Rarity's smile brimmed with confidence, by the hoof lazily travelling all over Twilight's body, by how she seemed so utterly unsurprised, and Twilight realized she was completely under Rarity's every whim.
Part of her rationalized that, perhaps, that was the effects of Rarity’s illness; vampires were known to toy with their victims until they fell to the whims of the creature. Except… Except Twilight knew, and had always known, that there was no supernatural being who could ever hope to compete with Rarity’s charms.
Twilight didn't care, though, lowering herself to leave a trail of kisses on Rarity's neck, all the way up to her lips, allowing the unicorn to once more lick the injury, to do as she pleased because Twilight's and Rarity's desires were one and the same.