Vampirism

by MellowSoul

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Comedy, Rarity, Sweetie Belle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1634

Sweetie Belle gets into a subculture within the goth community; vampire goths.

When Rarity sends Sweetie Belle to her room, she reads a book about vampires and decides to emulate their styles and attitudes. Soon, she gets a deliciously evil idea; seducing Rarity to get a little lighthearted payback for her childhood discipline.

Published 2018-03-10 05:30:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-03-10 23:13:27 UTC

The Seeds of Sweet(ie) Revenge

Author's Note

The admins are gonna' need to add a Gothic genre tag for this story.

The Seeds of Sweet(ie) Revenge

"Sweetie Belle, I've told you countless times to stop messing with my things," Rarity scolded her sister.

"Maybe you shouldn't leave them out in the open! Ever think about that!?"

Rarity planted a hoof on her face and groaned.

"Ugh. Never mind. Just go to your room."

"Fine! I don't want to be around your attitude anyway!"

"When will I ever get through to you. I swear."

"Swearing is bad," Sweetie yelled as she stomped to her room.

"What was that about?"

This was a routine that happened time and time again. Rarity would tire of Sweetie Belle's antics and Sweetie herself would be sent to her room to think about what she did.

"Dumb Rarity. Why's she so mean."

It was during times like this that Sweetie would have to find something to occupy herself. There was a large collection of books on her shelf, most of which she'd already read because they were intended for a younger audience. She began digging to find one of the few she hadn't read yet. When she got to the back row, she noticed a different kind of book she'd never seen before. It was a novel that had fallen on the floor while she was searching. She checked the description on the back.

"Gothic Vampire Romance? What's that?"

Sweetie checked the front of the novel.

"Halfway to the Grave?"

Sweetie Belle sat on the bed and began reading.

Four hours passed before Rarity came to check up on her sister. She had finished about a third of the novel. When Rarity knocked, she hid the book. If she found out Sweetie was reading a more adult-themed piece of literature, she would flip.

"Can I come in, Sweetie?"

"Yeah."

Rarity entered the room and sat next to Sweetie.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Some of those things are what I need for work."

"Me too. I think maybe I just want to be a little bit like you, but different."

"Different how?"

"Maybe less ladylike. I feel like you spend too much time trying to show off to the upper class."

"Maybe I do. One of my faults is my desire for fame and glamour."

"I dunno'. I don't see the point in it."

"Neither do I. There's no harm in wanting to be different from me. If we were exactly the same, there would be no reason for one of us to be here. What matters is what's inside."

"Yeah; in here," Sweetie Belle finished, pointing to her heart.

"That's right."

"I love you Rarity."

"I love you too Sweetie Belle; very much."

Rarity kissed her sister on the forehead before leaving the room. Somewhere, in the dark but non-malicious corner of Sweetie Belle's mind, something began to shift. She did love her sister; in more ways than one, even if she didn't realize it yet. Both the novel and conversation were about to have a huge impact on her future.

"Hey, Rarity, can I visit Twilight? I want to borrow a few books."

"Of course, Sweetie. Just be back before dinner."

"I will."

"Hi, Sweetie Belle. What's up," Twilight asked.

"Hey, Twilight. Do you have any vampire romance novels?"

Twilight looked around the empty room, as if some force was bound to punish her for a non-existent transgression.

"How did you know I was into that stuff," she asked Sweetie.

"I didn't. I just wanna' read some more of those."

"Does Rarity know?"

Sweetie smirked mischievously.

"She knows I'm out for books."

"I'll lend you a few. Just don't let her see them."

"I won't."

Sweetie and Rarity had dinner that night before Sweetie returned to her room. Thankfully, Rarity hadn't asked about the books she borrowed. She began working on ideas for clothing designs; her favorite of which was an idea for a pentacle shirt, bands for her forelegs, jeans with a belt and pocket chains, and she could pick up a dark pair of shoes. There was potential to add a jacket later as well.

During the night, Sweetie Belle lit a circle of candles in her room. The warmth of the circumference was enough to lull her to sleep on the floor with a blanket. That was the night she had her first dream about Rarity as someone...Other than a sister.

When morning awoke the sleeping filly, she was in an oddly ecstatic mood, even though she didn't know why. She couldn't remember the dream, but a feeling she wasn't able to identify stayed with her. It was sort of magical in nature, and a really powerful form of it at that. She didn't have anything planned for the day with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. For whatever reason, she was driven to watch Rarity from the shadows today. Rarity's movements were so graceful and strong. The best description would be poetry in motion. The tinge of dark desire began to take shape in Sweetie's mind. She wanted some form of payback for the previous day, but not anything hurtful; more like light teasing. As her heart beat slowly and rhythmically, it felt like a loving veil was being cast over her. The idea of making Rarity desire her began to seem more and more appealing. Maybe she wouldn't be as ladylike as Rarity, but there was an unholy charm she possessed her sister could never hope to obtain. The time to begin practicing her craft was nigh. It was impossible to tell how long it would take, but Sweetie Belle was certain it could be done. Taking some influence from her recent literary escapades, these words escaped her lips.

"Rarity, you will be mine..."

Sweetie waited for the opportune time. As soon as Rarity stepped out for supplies, she made her move. Grabbing the black materials and pentacle imprint she needed, she quickly headed back to her room and began cutting, sewing, and ironing. Every area was stitched to perfection. The jeans and shirt matched her complexion quite nicely. She could practically feel Rarity pressed against the soft material of her clothing. The thought of loving revenge enthralled her so. She wasn't about to let this chance pass her by.

From the Darkest Depths

"Hey Rarity, I borrowed some of the stuff you don't use much. Is that okay?"

"Yes. It's fine. What did you use?"

"Some black fabric and an imprint."

"Ooh! Getting a bit stylish, are we?"

"It's already done. Can I model it for you?"

"Of course. Just let me put these things away."

"Alright. I'll go get ready."

Sweetie Belle left the room to prepare herself.

"What do ya' think," Sweetie asked. Her head was tilted to leave her neck exposed in an attempt to entice her elder sister.

"Sweetie Belle...What kind of design is that? I've never seen it before."

"It's a secret."

"Someone's feeling a bit cheeky today, are they?"

"Maybe."

"It's so casual, but there's something underneath it that makes it really compelling."

"I have no idea what that word means."

"It can make a pony bat their eyes."

Sweetie giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Bat."

"Hardy har har. You're just a little booger today."

"Oh, really? What does that make you? Saint of the drama queens?"

"My my my; that was a good one. Your insults are getting quite creative."

"I've had a lot of practice."

"Obviously."

"You're not looking half bad yourself."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why, thank you Sweetie Belle. That's very nice of you."

"No problem. I'm gonna' go ahead and read in my room for a bit. Call me down for lunch?"

"I shall."

"Love you, sis."

"I love you too, Sweetie Belle."

Sweetie left the room.

Having read about two thirds of the first novel, Sweetie intended to finish it a little after lunch. She removed the red satin bookmark and continued reading. Unknown to her, Rarity had become suspicious of her sister's overnight personality transformation. She didn't know whether Sweetie had gotten into some kind of trouble and was trying to hide it. After about half an hour, all seemed calm, so she left the filly to her own devices for the time being. Still, she couldn't shake off the feeling something was up.

"Sweetie, it's time for lunch!"

"Coming!"

When Sweetie Belle reached the bottom of the stairs, there was a pizza box on the table.

"Nice," Sweetie exclaimed.

"Sweetie, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"You haven't been in any trouble recently, have you?"

"I haven't been out since Friday."

"Okay. I just wanted to make sure. You seem a bit different today."

"Do I?"

"You've been...Nicer, I guess is the word."

The look on Sweetie's face changed. She began to cross to cross the table on all fours.

"Who knows. Maybe I'm after something."

She was only inches from her older sister's face now.

"And...What exactly would that be," Rarity asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"I want to start studying fencing."

Rarity relaxed a bit.

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"I can actually help you there. I may not look it, but I was quite proficient in the ways of the sword when I was younger."

"Really?"

"It's a common sport among the aristocracy."

"I guess that makes sense."

"We can't do it today, but I should be caught up on my work by the time you get home from school tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Would you please get off the table?"

"Oh."

Sweetie Belle leaped off the table, careful not to break anything.

"I'm going back to my room."

"I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

The younger sister returned to the ascension of the stairs.

"She's totally clueless," Sweetie chuckled in her head.