What's Bitin' Ya, Twi?
It had been almost two months since the vampire attacked Rarity, and 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 her voice, suggesting an outcome Twilight was sure must have been the effect of the vampiric toxins rushing through the unicorn's blood.
The firewood crackled under the unforgiving flames of the chimney fire, and Twilight reflected on how often she felt 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.
"Twilight? Do you like me?"
Ever since that lethal question two weeks ago, that insinuation that Rarity might desire 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, intensified by the unicorn's now blood red irises, 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, watching as the unicorn moved away from the library entrance and towards her.
"I'm cold," Rarity pointed out, pouting like a child expecting the adult to fix the problem they were facing.
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 atop the large cushion on the floor, 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?" she added, 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.
"How are you feeling?" Twilight asked, and Rarity sighed.
"Better, I suppose, knowing you're finding a way to cure me," Rarity replied, affecting a grateful smile and offering her friend a nuzzle, what initially seemed to be a friendly gesture.
Yet what followed certainly wasn't as friendly, and when Twilight felt Rarity's tail slowly brush against her body, 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. Almost as if intoxicated by Rarity herself, she willingly became the unicorn’s plaything, her heart beating heavily as Rarity’s lips descended her neck, leaving soft kisses, and chills when her fangs sometimes brushed Twilight’s delicate coat, like 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 thrilling 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.
“What's wrong, sweetheart? 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 alicorns are immune to my dreadful condition.”
And she was, but Twilight wasn’t immune to Rarity, and oh princesses, was it terrible of her to find some part of her was grateful for her immunity and the idea that those fangs could sink into Twilight with—
“Then again, I don’t need your blood, 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 searing 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 flowing inside her. Though she never broke 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, 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, now did it?”
Only then did a blush settle on Twilight’s face, vividly aware of her natural lubrication, but her protest was cut short when Rarity sat upright, still straddling the alicorn. “Don’t worry, Twilight,” 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. “I'll take care of it.”
Twilight held her breath, 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, where they'd bite next, suck next, each and every gesture 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 finally she felt Rarity’s wet, hot tongue reach its swollen, desperate target.
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 kept her eyes firmly closed, her heavy breathing mixed in with noises she hadn’t been aware she could even make. Her hooves buried themselves against the cushion, trying to find something to hold onto, something to keep her steady in the middle of the insanity.
"Rarity..."
Her tongue was warm, and wet, and everything Twilight had ever imagined, and the harder Rarity sucked, the more Twilight could feel her groins contracting, begging to be taken care of, begging to be taken to the other side. Rarity's tongue focused on that spot, painfully slowly as if she knew it was enough to keep Twilight on edge but not enough to push her into the arms of bliss. It was almost like a sting, like an itch that Rarity's tongue both alleviated and worsened, and though 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 slit and it took every ounce of willpower in Twilight not to buck her hip, trying desperately to get more of Rarity in her.
She knew what infatuation was; she’d spent a great deal of the past few months infatuated with 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 needy suck only adding more pressure. She could feel Rarity's going deeper, tasting deeper, as far as her tongue could go. She wasn't slow with her movements, either, she was fast like their entire descent into this tangled affair had been. She licked in an out, her magic toying with Twilight's nub simultaneously, because what point was there in destroying the thin line between friendship and lovers if it was not by going all the way?
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, gently and lovingly and so unlike her rough actions not even a minute ago.
When it was over, It felt to Twilight like she laid there for hours, desperately trying to steady her breathing. What was left of her thinking capacities was busy 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, like she'd personally seen to it that Rarity literally went down on her. She didn’t react 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 off Twilight's desire from her lips in a slow motion, enough to flush Twilight’s entire face. “Did we enjoy ourselves?” she asked, smiling 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 “Uhmmm…” 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, straddling and then lowering herself to treat Twilight to a deep kiss, enough that Twilight could taste herself in the other mare's lips. When it ended and they pulled apart, Rarity lifted her head and left an innocent kiss on the tip of Twilight’s horn.
“You're being dreadfully silent,” she began, lowering herself down again so their lips would brush. “Cat 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, looking at her through half-lidded eyes.
"My, my, my, Twilight Sparkle," she whispered, desire dripping off every word, every syllable, every sound. "How unexpected of you."
And only then did Twilight realize.
Only then did she realize 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 but precisely traveling 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 condition; 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.
She didn't care, though, lowering herself to leave a trail of kisses on Rarity's neck, ears flicking at Rarity's delighted humming, and when she reached Rarity's lips, she allowed her to once more suck on the injury and the blood that dripped out, to do as she pleased because in that moment, Twilight and Rarity's desires were one and the same.
Focused on her kiss, Twilight failed to notice Rarity’s horn lighting up, and she finally noticed only when Rarity’s magic started to brush her body, caresses her otherwise occupied hooves couldn’t give. Twilight’s eyes remained shut, but her breathing hitched and her body froze on top of Rarity’s, every single sense in her body carefully following the tantalizing touch of Rarity’s magic aura as it explored every crevice in her body.
"I wonder, Twilight," Rarity breathed, "can you come twice in a row?"
Twilight held her breath when the magic neared her sensitive spot, trying and failing to focus on Rarity’s lips pressing against hers. She stopped the kiss, tearing her lips away from Rarity's as she waited for the gentle touch, the desperately needed caress where she once again most needed it.
“What’s wrong, Twilight?” Rarity asked sweetly, brushing her hoof against Twilight’s sides, and if the alicorn’s eyes weren’t closed shut, she was sure she’d find a look of utter satisfaction on Rarity’s face.
What’s wrong? she had asked, despite the fact that she knew oh so very well what was wrong, and what was oh so very right.
Twilight pulled back, attempting to support herself atop Rarity. She bit down on her lip, accidentally drawing more blood, but she was barely cognizant of Rarity lifting herself to lick it away considering her mind was busy trying not to give in to her instinct to buck her hips in some desperate attempt to coax Rarity’s magic further in.
The blood wiped away , Rarity giggled before kissing Twilight again. Pooling together what was still left of her rationale, Twilight Sparkle was not one to go down without a fight — especially where magic was confirmed, and using the slight reprieve, she lit her horn up and seamlessly merged her magic with Rarity's, an act considered to be almost taboo for unicorns.
Rarity gasped against Twilight's lips, and the alicorn used the moment to deepen the kiss, brushing her tongue over Rarity's fangs.
"Twilight! You are full of surprises, aren't you?" Rarity asked when Twilight pulled away, breathless.
Before Twilight could reply, she began to leave a trail of kisses down Twilight’s lips, on her chin, and then her neck, once more brushing her fangs against the sensitive skin.
"Would you let me?" she asked in a whisper, lips brushing against delicate coat, gently licking her coat, and Twilight didn’t need to ask to know what Rarity meant.
"Rar...”
"How would it feel, I wonder," Rarity continued, her hoof reaching behind Twilight’s back and pulling her close. "I barely remember how it went with me, but here... oh, darling, I'm finding it hard to resist you… Just one bite..."
And that's when Twilight acted, guiding her magic to Rarity's own nether and making sure to not only reciprocate Rarity's earlier actions, but intensify them. She brushed her magic against Rarity's clit, leaving enough of it there to rub before focusing the rest on the entrance to the unicorn's personal heaven.
As it turned out, it caught Rarity entirely by surprise, and her teasing became a reality when her moaning muffled itself as she bit down on Twilight's neck, her fangs sinking as her own magic finally penetrated Twilight.
It was explosive.
That was the only proper term Twilight could hope to find to describe the bombshell of pleasure and pain that collided all around her. She could feel Rarity beneath her, feel the unicorn's hooves holding onto Twilight, and the pain in her neck was only a very vivid showing of the effect she was having on the unicorn.
She could feel herself exploring Rarity, discovering that slow but deep motions drove Rarity closer to the edge because she could feel Rarity contracting against her, desperate to keep the intangible magic inside her.
The pain in her neck and Rarity's muffled moans combined only heightened Twilight's senses, her desires, because only in her wildest dreams had she ever managed to so viscerally pleasure and dominate the unicorn, and this in itself aroused Twilight more than any racy thought ever could.
But that wasn't really domination, was it?
Theirs was a perpetual dance, a collaboration disguised as a fight for power, because just as Twilight was driving Rarity towards the edge, so too was Rarity still intently pulsing through the alicorn with every tantalizing magic touch, slipping in and out of Twilight's slit and toying with her button, while her hooves brushed Twilight's coat, reminding her she was very much wanted and needed and desired.
You're mine, they seemed to say, mine to defile.
She could feel the magic brushing inside her, and it was so easy to imagine it was Rarity's mouth again, her tongue leaving its wet trace wherever it could reach, and yet her magic was so much more electric than her tongue. Magic was the single most important part of a unicorn, and using it to explore somepony so intimately…
It was Rarity who finished first with the single most unladylike cry of Twilight's name, her fangs extracting themselves from her lover's neck. Thankfully, Rarity was not one to leave her victim unfulfilled, and her own climax seemed to serve as a final propulsion for her magic, coaxing Twilight's into coming down with her.
It was a slow descent, neither stopping their efforts altogether but simply slowing down the pace, easing down the rush until Twilight collapsed on top of the unicorn, no longer finding the strength to keep herself supported atop her any longer. She wanted to move off, allow the unicorn space to breath, but Rarity's foreleg wrapped itself around her, keeping her in place just as her lips found the two fang marks she'd left on the alicorn's neck.
It was curious how gently Rarity kissed the bitemark, as if she were both apologizing for it and yet making Twilight all the more aware of it, of how she'd been quite literally marked down as Rarity's. The unicorn's forehoof lazily traced circles on Twilight's back, brushing the base of her spread out wings, and in that blissful moment, Twilight felt it so easy to close her eyes and lose herself in the protective embrace of the friend she'd always known and loved.
"Are you all right, Twilight?" Rarity breathed against Twilight's neck, her voice as gentle as it was concerned.
Rather than replying, Twilight lifted herself up and when the unicorn gave her a curious and no longer sultry look, Twilight leaned down to kiss her, to silence the questions that would soon arise, soon plague Twilight's mind over and over through endless nights.
For now, she just wanted peace, quiet, the feeling of Rarity's lips against hers, and nothing else but to be able to imprint the memory of that night deep within her.
And indeed would she remember that night, unlike the words of the book she'd been reading and would pick up from the floor hours later, careful not to wake up the sleeping unicorn.
She would remember, weeks later, Rarity's burning desire that had so effortlessly heated the cold air that plagued Twilight's body.
She would remember, vividly and torturously, in the dreams that would haunt her for days to follow, that one night where everything was Rarity, and Rarity was everything, and that same memory would drive her desperate search for a cure because… because in the back of her mind, Twilight Sparkle couldn't help but wonder if Rarity's feelings were not genuine.
She couldn't help but wonder if they were nothing but a cruel product of the illness, and the alicorn was afraid of finding out if she'd rather have that than nothing at all
And yet, Rarity always won.
Rarity, who while she did not resist the search for a cure, also did not stop herself from coaxing Twilight away from her lab every now and then again, did not stop herself from making Twilight hers over and over. Was it because she herself also suspected her love was not real, and they only had a few weeks left of pretend before the illusion fell apart and reality came back?
"Ow! Twilight!"
Twilight bit down on her lip, carefully extracting the needle from Rarity's foreleg. A few weeks had passed since their last night together, and now they'd come to a final end, just as Twilight finished injecting the final dose of the treatment, successfully eliminating any remnants of the vampire demon toxin that had plagued the unicorn.
"There! That's the last of it," Twilight said triumphantly, because even despite her desires, having been able to cure her friend alleviated the pain. She levitated a notepad over and skimmed it over. "Your symptoms have almost completely been eliminated, and after this, you should be able to go home."
"Go home?" Rarity asked, eyes growing wide. "But, darling, I've been living in a castle for nearly four months! You can't really expect me to move back to my… my… dollhouse of a home!"
Twilight giggled, carefully extracting the needle from the syringe before placing it in a small plastic box. "Oh? Well, somepony has to move back to Carousel Boutique! What, should I do it?"
Rarity looked horrified. "Goodness, no! What's the point of living here if you're gone?"
Twilight froze for a moment.
They hadn't talked about it. Ever since Rarity started the proper treatment, ever since their nights together quietly stopped, neither one had brought up the times they'd done away with each other. It was like they had died alongside Rarity's illness, and yet… and yet every so often the unicorn would make a comment that would keep Twilight up at night wondering.
"Then again, it's not like you've been actually present these past few weeks," Rarity said, her tone lowering, her eyes searching Twilight's. "You've been distant."
"Sorry, I've been tired," Twilight replied.
Heartbreak did that to ponies, she wanted to add.
"My poor darling," Rarity murmured, and when she lifted her hoof to brush back Twilight's bangs, the alicorn nearly wanted to lean against her touch. "You've been working so hard to find a cure for me. Perhaps now it's my turn to take care of you, hmm?"
A small flashlight magicked itself into existence, and Twilight flashed it on Rarity's squinting azure eyes. "Your irises are completely back to normal now," Twilight pointed out, changing the topic away from a question she couldn't answer with what she wanted to answer. "How's your head?"
Rarity drew back, lifting her hoof and rubbing it against her forehead. "I've had a few headaches here and there, admittedly."
"Careful," Twilight said, furrowing her brow. "You're still suffering from after effects."
"My memory isn't doing too well, either," Rarity continued, closing her eyes and similarly furrowing her brow. "It feels like I've forgotten large parts of the past few weeks."
Even though it stung, Twilight found herself grateful of the fact. How could she even hope to face Rarity on a daily basis knowing what they'd done? The caresses, the kisses, the…
"It's normal. All your actions done under influence of the vampire toxins have been suppressed from your mind," she informed, taking a pen and making a few final notes.
"I hope I didn't do anything barbaric then, because I'm sure you have it all written down, don't you?" Rarity playfully asked, opening one eye to look at her friend.
"Oh, well, I'm actually planning on publishing this next month during the yearly Canterlot Science Compendium," Twilight replied, smiling at Rarity's faux-horror.
Rarity suddenly fell silent, her eyes closing once more. It felt like eons passed before she hummed briefly and spoke up.
"So," she said at length, "everything I do remember are actions I did out of my own free will and desire, yes?"
"Yes," Twilight replied, confident in her knowledge. "Why?"
Rarity didn't reply at first, and instead simply asked, "Twilight? Do you like me?"
When she finally opened her eyes, she drew herself up and towards Twilight, her hoof brushing a thin line up the mare's chest as she leaned in, brushing their lips together, and continued, "Because... I must say my bed has sorely missed your presence..."
"Rarity!"
Rainbow's voice in the distance jolted them both out of the trance they were in, and Rarity pulled away from the shocked alicorn. Moments later, Pinkie and Applejack bursted into the room, carrying what seemed to be get-well presents.
"Today's the day!" Pinkie exclaimed, bounding towards the unicorn, oblivious to Twilight's flustered expression. "You're coming home!"
"I am!" Rarity said, laughing cheerfully as though nothing had happened in the past minutes. "Twilight just finished giving me the final injection." She glanced at Twilight, smiling softly. "The poor dear truly went above and beyond for me."
"Well, duh! That's what best friends are for," Pinkie said, rolling her eyes. She then squinted her eyes at the unicorn and said, "What about the fangs?! Do you still have them?! They're so cool!"
"Those things ain't 'cool', Pinkie Pie," Applejack scolded. "Anything that just about has to do with this right mess is anythin' but cool."
Pinkie deflated a bit. "Yeeeeeah, I guess you're right."
"In any case, now that you're here, I suppose this means my 'non-vampire' party is ready, is it?" Rarity asked, laughing when Pinkie nodded by effusively shaking her head.
"Yepperooni! Everything's ready!" she exclaimed, bounding towards the exit of the lab. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
"Yeah, yeah, we're comin'!" Applejack watched the mare rush off before finally turning to Twilight. "You've been awful quiet since we got here."
"M-Me?" Twilight repeated, blinking. "Errr..."
Applejack placed her hoof on the alicorn's shoulder. "I'll say. Come on, now, what's bitin' ya, Twi?" she asked, just in time for Twilight to glance at Rarity and feel her face flush as the smiling unicorn innocently tilted her head to the side and then slowly licked her fangs.
~ Fin ~
Author's Note
Well, I've officially become my 19yr old self's worst nightmare. This also doubles as a present for my friend Misago, because this entire thing started after he got me into Carmilla. I USED TO BE PURE AND INNOCENT ;;
Anyway, regardless of how bad this is, I've posted it and combining this with everything I've done on my SFW account, you could say I'm officially...
