Val couldn’t remember ever having such a run of good luck before. The idea of hunting so many at once had initially sent a tingle nervous excitement down her spine. And yet, here she was with two down, another unconscious, and a fourth sitting out in the open naked as a jaybird.

Maybe they wanted to be eaten.

Val suppressed a smirk and flipped on the light switch, illuminating the room. A four poster bed sat against the far wall, an armoire standing a few feet away. A rounded floor length mirror had been placed near the wardrobe and several drawers were lined up on the adjacent wall.

“I think we have something here. Follow me, dear.” Val said as she pulled her tail inside the room. The pink mare, Twisty if Val remembered correctly, followed suit, taking care to not step on Val’s tail.

Twisty closed the door behind them, awkwardly pushing it closed with her rump as her hands were busy trying to preserve her modesty, however fruitlessly. It was somewhat difficult, but Val managed to avoid blatantly ogling the naked mare. Mostly anyway.

Val cleared her throat, tearing her eyes away from Twisty’s plump thighs to look at her face.

“I’d start with the drawers,” Val said, jerking her head.

Twisty nodded mutely, shuffling over to the aforementioned bit of furniture. She pried her hands away from herself and gingerly pulled open the top drawer. It got maybe half an inch out before Twisty looked back at Val.

Val quickly looked away, pretending to busy herself with the armoire. Out of the corner of her eye, Val saw Twisty shake her head and return her focus to the container in front of her. Val pulled open the doors, peering just beyond them.

She was mouthwateringly beautiful. Pretty pink fur fresh from a shower, naked body as bountiful and tender as a Lamia could ask for. Val couldn’t wait to hear her squeal, couldn’t wait to lick over every inch of her.

Something wet hit Val’s hand, snapping her out of her lustful stupor. She blinked and quickly closed her mouth, realizing she had been drooling.

Val turned her attention to the armoire, looking without seeing the clothes hung up inside it. She dared to sneak another peek around the door. The mare was bending over, searching the middle drawers now. With her ass in the air like that, Val was tempted to just go up and give it a nibble.

Val forced herself to look away.

Only half of the interior of the armoire was devoted to just hanging up clothes. The other half was a set of little drawers. Val pulled one open at random, surprised by what she found inside it.

She dared to glance back at Twisty. She might be able to squeeze herself into the clothes Val had found. And, in some ways, they would be oddly appropriate.

Val bit back a grin and spoke.

“Aha, found something!”

Twisty looked up the drawer she had been sifting through to see Val pulling something from the armoire. Twisty closed the drawer and slowly walked over to Val as the Lamia held up her prize.

It was a set of clothes: a white button up shirt, a black tie, a black skirt with some red and yellow plaid patterning around the hem, and a pair of knee high socks that matched the skirt. Val held the pair of black school shoes and lacy white panties in her other hand.

“It’s a school uniform,” Val said before giving the outfit another look over. “I think so, anyway.”

Twisty shrugged and took the clothes. “As long as they fit,”

Val smiled weakly and turned away, giving Twisty the privacy to pull her arms away and try on the clothes. Twisty knew she had probably given Val an eyeful and then some already, but the gesture was polite.

The panties and skirt went on okay, even if the skirt did only barely make it to her knees. The socks were fine as well, and surprisingly comfy, she had to admit. Twisty grumbled quietly over the lack of a bra, but she soon had plenty more to grumble about how snug the shirt was. She was almost afraid it would pop a button if she rolled her shoulders. She examined the tie for a moment and then with a shrug tied it around the collar of the shirt. The shoes were, surprisingly, a perfect fit, if a bit stiff.

Twisty messed up her mane with a shake of her head and ran a hand through it. “Okay, how do I look?”

Val turned around and brought a hand to her chin, her eyes roaming up and down Twisty’s body. “If I’m being honest, like a Trottingham school girl. But, I’m getting the impression that was the idea.”

Twisty kicked the floor, trying to loosen up the shoes. She laughed nervously. “Heh, who doesn’t like schoolgirls?”

Val smirked.

The Earth Pony turned away from Val and faced the large mirror not far from the armoire. She sighed softly. She did look like a schoolgirl. Twisty shrugged inwardly and dared to try a few stretches. She might as well be limbered up, considering what she knew was out roaming the halls. Much to her relief, the fabric and the buttons held up under the pressure. Twisty then hopped on one foot and then the next, shoes still stiff.

“We should go looking for the others,” Twisty said as she balanced on one leg, holding her other ankle behind her back in another stretch.

“Mhm,” Val mumbled in agreement from behind her.

Twisty switched legs. “Or maybe we should head back to my room? I mean, my phone is there. Although, I wasn’t getting much of a signal earlier.” Twisty frowned as she dropped her foot. “No, we should go find the others, before those guys in the masks do.” Twisty sighed and rubbed her temples. “I don’t know. What do you think, Val?”

The fur on the back of her neck suddenly stood up as warm air washed over it and Val whispered in her ear. “I think you’re beautiful.”

Twisty turned around and faced Val, the Lamia’s face uncomfortably close to her own. She was still smiling warmly, but with a lustful, hungry gleam in her eyes.

“V-Val?” Twisty stuttered, cheeks flushing red as she tried to take a step back, only to bump into the mirror.

“Achingly beautiful,” Val slowly whispered, bracing a hand against the mirror and leaning closer still. She reached her other hand up and cupped Twisty’s cheek, her palm smooth and oddly cool.

Twisty flinched from the contact, her breathing shallow.

Val sighed softly, hand dropping down to Twisty’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I just… don’t have much in the way of self control, I’m afraid. None at all, come to think of it.” She chuckled, hand leaving Twisty’s shoulder save for the tips of her fingers. The fingers traced from the mare’s shoulder to her throat and then her chin, lifting it gently yet firmly. “It’s a miracle I’ve stopped myself from gobbling you up when I found you.”

Twisty managed to find her voice. “What are you talking about?”

Val smirked. “Eating you, dear.” She said with almost terrifying casualness.

Twisty swallowed dryly. “Eat me? You want to eat me?” She shook her head, trying to move her chin from Val’s fingers, to no avail. “But, but you can’t!”

“Of course I can,” Val said matter-of-factly. “Ask your friends.”

Val moved to the side and lifted up a thicker section of her body, bringing it close. The Lamia finally took her fingers away from Twisty, sucking on two and tracing them over uneven lumps in her scales.

“Reuben, he didn’t taste like that name would suggest, but was still quite nice.” Val ran her fingers over the next lump. “Now, this one? Laser Bright, if I‘m remembering correctly. Ooh…” a light shudder ran up her body. “She was better. Younger, faster, sweeter. You probably wouldn’t think of a Crystal Pony as being tender, but she was.” She then nuzzled the lump, moaning softly as she wetly licked her lips. “Mmm, she was so sweet I’d cough her up just so I could eat her again.”

Twisty shuddered, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to burst out and run off. Past the groaning Val, Twisty could see the door out of the room, slightly ajar. But before to could move a muscle Val had refocused on her.

“Although, I think she will pale in comparison to you, Twisty. Ah,” Val suddenly pressed her snout to the base of Twisty’s neck, inhaling sharply. “You smell wonderful.” Val said, her words muffled lightly. She pulled back, letting her breath out slowly. “There’s plenty of time between now and dawn, Twisty. Plenty of time for me to show you things you’ve never dreamed of.”

Twisty swallowed past the lump in her throat, still seeing the door behind Val. “Please, just let me go. Let them go. You don’t have to do this.”

Val smiled good-naturedly, a low chuckle coming from her throat. “Of course I don’t have to do this,” she said, brushing a lock of hair from Twisty’s face. “I want to.”

Val’s fingers were at her chin again, lifting it as she leaned in close. Val closed her eyes as their lips met. Twisty made a muffled sound of protest, but it went ignored as Val deepened the kiss, moaning softly. Her tongue quickly came into play, forcing its way past Twisty’s lips.

Twisty felt the tip of the Lamia’s tongue brush along her front teeth and then against her braces, quickly becoming stuck. Val’s eyes shot open and she pulled her head back from Twisty. Her tongue remained outstretched between their mouths, cartoonishly so.

Val jerked her head, a motion that freed her tongue, but clearly not without a small amount of pain. While Val winced and blinked away tears from her eyes Twisty reacted almost without thinking. She slammed a knee into Val’s underbelly. Val made a strangled choking noise as Twisty twisted herself out of the Lamia’s grasp and sprinted for the door.

Twisty struggled to maintain her balance as she more or less slid into the hallway, legs scrambling beneath her to gain traction on the stone floor. She finally found purchase and was flying down the corridor with little sense of direction beyond getting away.

She heard Val calling from behind her, but quite obviously had little interest in what the Lamia had to say. Twisty saw a passage to her left and tried to turn down it, her momentum slamming her into the wall. She grunted and pushed herself off, resuming her mad dash. Behind her she could swear she heard the scrap of scales.

Twisty passed a few doors and then ducked right, spotting a balcony at the end of the long hallway in front of her. She skidded to a stop and was turning around when she caught sight of Val rounding the corner not far behind her. The Lamia paused, leaning against the wall, panting.

“Twisty dear, just wait a moment. We both know that’s a dead end. Why don’t you-”

Twisty turned away and began running again. She heard the sound of scales scraping over stone as Val started after her. Twisty didn’t dare look behind her. It would slow her down, distract her. She couldn’t trip, not now.

The balcony was approaching rapidly and through it, Twisty could see another wall of the castle. On the opposite wall was a window, with a flagless flagpole jutting out beside it.

As Twisty crossed the threshold, she could feel the bulk of the Lamia behind her, could feel the slender fingers grasping for her. Without breaking stride, Twisty stepped up onto the stone railing. She leapt off into space; almost certain she felt the tips of Val’s fingers brush across her back.

Twisty sailed forward, seemingly in slow motion as she stretched her arms outward, desperate. She slammed into the flagpole, curling her limbs around it. She screwed her eyes shut as it shook from the impact, the wood threatening to snap or rattle from its housing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pole settled.

Slowly, Twisty opened her eyes. She was still attached to the flagpole, likely by the grace of Celestia alone. Gingerly, she shimmied down it and placed a foot on the angular sill of the narrow window. Twisty swallowed dryly as she dared to take a hand from the flagpole and reach out to grasp the side of the window. She wedged her other foot in the crook between the pole and the wall and after a moment’s hesitation, pulled her other hand from the pole and clamped it onto the other edge of the window. She pulled herself through and collapsed into the hallway beyond with an audible sigh of relief.

Twisty laid there for a moment, panting softly, when the sound of clapping reached her ears. She pushed herself up onto her feet and looked back out the window. Val was across the gap, leaning over the balcony railing with something akin to an approving smile stretched across her lips, clapping slowly.

“I’m impressed!” she called to Twisty, ceasing her clapping. “I don’t suppose you could just wait there for me while I find a way around?”

It took Twisty a few heartbeats to find her voice. “You’re not going to catch me.”

Val smirked. “We’ll see. It is, after all, quite a long way to dawn.”

“What is it with you and dawn?”

“It’s the deadline. If I can’t gobble you up by then, you win.”

“Is that right?” Twisty said, slowly moving away from the window.

Val smiled toothily. “Would I lie?” she let out a breathy laugh. “You know, I’m actually glad you got away from me. The harder you make me work for it, the better you’ll taste.”

There was a beat in the conversation, as though Val expected Twisty to say something. When the mare did not, Val again called across the gap.

“Of course, with so many of your friends running around, I might just be too full to eat you.”

“Leave them alone!” Twisty shouted.

“Make me,” Val snickered, before switching to a song-song tone. “Oh, you can run and you can hide. But, no matter what you do. I’m still going to eat your friends.” Val smacked her chops loudly. “And then I’m going to eat you.”

Twisty turned and ran, Val’s laughter chasing her down the hallway.

Author's Note

I practically use the word practically too much, so I took a few out. Not that you would know.

Confession time, ~~writing this made me so hot and bothered~!~~ this chapter has been done for months, but I wanted to try and finish the whole story before I released any more of it.

Anywho, no murder in this chapter. Maybe next time.