[DISPLACED] Trespasser's Journey

Sam walked through the ruined parts of the castle he hadn’t yet restored and improved. Celestia had left only hours ago, and he had been pacing throughout the castle, occasionally dodging or casually sidestepping the traps littered throughout it. His mind was sorting through his entire mystical crafting knowledge on recipes that would protect him from magic.

His stores of supplies weren’t nearly enough for power armor just yet, as copper had been elusive to his mining. As the now Prince Consort of one Celestia, he couldn’t continue down three of his magic branches, at least not in the open, and designing a hidden enough door would take hours out of the few days he had to prepare. He gave himself three days to prepare for hunting down the mage. Anymore and he was guessing the damage the mage could do would become too much to solve or compensate for.

Why was he not using the admin commands he was given to just spawn these items in? Mainly his own pride, him and his father always played it legitimately, and never cheated unless it was funny, or some world breaking bug happened. He hadn’t exactly been keeping that up since his father’s death… But Celestia bringing his father back up in his memories sparked something in him. So, he was going to craft and craft until he solved all his problems.

There were a few enchantments he could perform which would reduce the amount of damage he would take. Protection was one, and he had all the ingredients to enchant his gear all the way to level four. Plus, he would be making a tier two glyph in the process called shield, which he could learn to create a spell that would reduce damage to him again on top of that…

He got to work immediately, prepping rituals and continually feeding expensive materials, and wooden shields, into his glyph maker. In a fit of inspiration he decided that instead of making his normal diamond sword again, He’d create one that could hold a touch spell inside of it. He put a harm glyph with three amplifies on it, and he could still enchant it with sharpness, unfortunately not with the exp-less rituals he had, but he still had all the exp from the occasional murderspree in the Everfree.

This all took him a few hours, as the rituals were surprisingly easy, but the mana they used took time to channel through him through whatever minecraft system logic. He couldn’t make strong enough robes to protect himself, since he didn’t really have enough time to explore the nether, and an end portal… Well, where was he going to find one of those?

Maybe the nearby town would have something he could use… Ponyville Celestia called it. Well, apparently iron was valuable, so he’d take that with him. He also took a stack of obsidian incase he ever needed to make a near indestructible wall. Otherwise he was pretty much set after repairing his diamond armor.

The walk to ponyville was surprisingly pleasant, apparently most of the mobs in this part of the forest had learned that they were free exp by now. The glowing on his armor was annoying though, but the occasional headache when he looked at it’s swirling patterns out the corner of his eyes more than made up for the fact that it slightly illuminated his surroundings.

He stopped as he saw a purple pony looking up at the canopy and muttering to herself. The mare had both horns and wings like celestia, this was probably her sister, Luna. He approached her, as he did what she was saying could clearly be heard.

"... And then I'll put him back in stone, the little…" she sighed, rubbing her temples as she sat down. "I swear, if he was even a little predictable I wouldn't mind as much…"

“Luna?” Sam called out after he had stepped up to the mare and she hadn’t noticed him. At least he thought she was one if the voice was any indication.

She kept muttering about something called 'Discord' and how annoying his brand of chaos was at times, clearly ignoring Sam. That, or she didn't hear him.

“Helloo~ Luna?” He spoke louder, and he probably shouldn’t have done so, if she was as powerful as her sister, but he tapped her on the middle of the head, behind her horn, which was stubby and blunted unlike Celestia’s eyepoker.

She turned to him with a sigh. "If I look like Luna, I'm... not…" she started, trailing off as she finally saw who was trying to get her attention. Then the screaming started.

“Woah, woah, calm down… uhh… not Luna…” He paused, he really sucked at talking to ponies, didn’t he? “Uh… crap, can’t use the cake tactic, Celestia ate and then ruined my only one…”

She took a few, almost hyperventilating, breaths and seemed to calm herself down a bit. "Y-you know Princess Celestia…?" She asked once she had better control over herself.

Sam blushed at the memories. He was thankful he was wearing armor, he didn’t exactly want to have this pony head to ‘head’ with him. “Yeah… you could say we’re… Quite intimate with one another.”

She visibly relaxed at that point, sighing in relief. "Phew… Pinkie told me to go check the Castle of the Twin Sisters, saying something about needing the guest of honor for her next 'Welcome to Ponyville' party. I honestly was not expecting to find… someone so strange looking. Oh! Right! I'm Twilight Sparkle! Who are you?"

“Uh, Sam, considering I think we’re still working out titles… Prince of the Everfree… and probable Prince Consort soon I guess…” He mentioned awkwardly, as Celestia left before they actually worked out much of what them being together meant.

"Prince? Odd… Princess Celestia said you were an Ambassador at worst… but a King was most likely…" Twilight said as she looked puzzled, trying to recall something if her scrunched up muzzle and crossed eyes were any indicator.

“Shit… I didn’t realize Celestia would announce our coupling and me knocking her up so quickly… it’s only been what? Twelve hours?” He said, entirely missing the purple mare's actual meaning.

Twilight deadpanned as her mind did a full system reboot, her body swaying as if his words had actually hit her. "You what…?" She asked once she was able to fully comprehend what he just said. "You… did you just say you…"

“Are lovers with Celestia, yes.” He said as he tried to quickly steer her away from his second announcement.

Luckily for him, Twilight decided to take it and nodded dumbly. "R-right… you two are… Right, ok… I'm too sober for this, how well can you handle teleportation?"

“Uh… Celestia teleported me and we-” He paused, almost putting his foot in his mouth again. “Talked directly afterwards. So I’d say pretty good.”

Twilight nodded, clearly trying to hold back her rising 'Nope' levels. Her horn lit up in a bright purple Haze and they teleported to the doorstep of what appeared to be a life sized gingerbread house. "Party's in there. I'm going down the street to get drunk and try to forget… that… No offense to you, Sam, just… She's my teacher is all… and like a second mother to me." Twilight explained before doing precisely that and walked down the street to a door with a sign over it depicting a foaming mug.

"Right…” Sam muttered. Pushing the door open, preparing for the cacophony of noise that usually accompanied parties.

Inside was dark… and quiet… and then it suddenly wasn't as confetti literally exploded into his face and a whole bunch of voices yelled out at the same time, "SURPRISE!" Sam felt himself be dragged inside by more than a few hooves, and a claw…

Sam would like to say he expected it, but truly all he expected was the shout of surprise as he felt himself literally getting dragged inside. As the stars fled his vision in terror, he looked upon the mass of ponies, and a leering goat, snake, horse, donkey thing, standing around looking at him… Then he realized he was just dumbly standing there, so he said the first thing that came to mind, “I’m surprised?”

Then the… amalgamation of animals floated over and… unzipped itself to reveal a pink mare with a grin that quite literally stretched from ear to ear. "Hey! Are you the one that put a bun in Celestia's oven?!" She asked, while still floating there in clear defiance of gravity.

“...She wouldn’t like that, so I put a cake…” He answered dumbly and absently before her words actually reached him. He shook his head hard as he realized what she just said. “Wait- how do you…?"

She fell to the floor as she giggled. "Oh that's easy, silly! See, when a new pony flies overhead, my tail gets all fuzzy and my whole body vibrates! But the only pony that was up there was Celestia, so that meant she was going to have a foal!" She said, as if that explained everything in a perfectly reasonable and logical sense.

Sam just nodded along like it all made perfect sense. At least more sense than physics defying perfect squares and chests that contained entire rooms worth of items. Before he looked over at the partygoers who all looked at him gobsmacked. He swore he could drop a needle and everyone would flinch at it. “Uh… Surprise?”

He was instantly bombarded by questions of all sorts from a huge variety of voices. He, luckily, was saved when the barkeep from down the street shouted from outside the door and literally threw Twilight into the building. "ONE AH Y'ALL NEED TA TEACH THAT MARE HOW TA HOLD 'ER DRINK!" Came the irate voice from outside, followed by loud grumbling and stomping.

“Oh look, lover’s student, gotta go see if she’s alright. Be just a minute.” He said as he sidestepped through the stunned ponies and found his way near the door. He squatted down to check if Twilight was actually okay, completely ready to run through the doors if the stampede of ponies decided to surround him again.

Twilight giggled and swiped at him with her hoof playfully. She was clearly wasted already… "H-hey, there~... *HIC!*" She said, her words slurring heavily.

“Right… It’s not night time yet. But it clearly, is your bedtime.” He said as he put his hands under her barrel, preparing to lift her up.

"Woo! *HIC!* You gonna s-sweep me away too~? H-hey, why're *HIC!* why're all these ponies staring at you~...?" Twilight asked as she looked behind him while trying to crawl over his shoulder like a cat that wanted to be set down.

"Because everyone is curious about his foal with Princess Celestia!" Pinkie replied instantly, causing her to freeze. And apparently sober up just as suddenly.

"Pinkie? Get me your bourbon. Now." The purple pegacorn demanded, clearly still not drunk enough.

“As Prince consort… or whatever… Belay that order Pinkie, Drinking isn’t going to make me or my relationship with Celestia go away.” He tried to sound stern, but his confusion at his actual title prevented that. He held onto Twilight slightly tighter as she had begun slipping with the sudden removal of her struggling.

"And as an actual Princess of Equestria, I say bring me some alcohol. It's not who my second mother has a relationship with, it's the fact that she's having one at all!" Twilight countered, turning to stare him directly in the eyes in challenge.

“And as a friend, I ask you politely to not get that alcohol Pinkie. And it’s completely natural! From one immortal to another, believe me, eventually you,” he punctuated his statement by tapping her on the nose. “Are going to find a dashing young stallion, and want him to sweep you off your feet- er, hooves. Just like Celestia.”

Twilight's eyes crossed as he booked her… and then she started rubbing her muzzle on his shoulder. She clearly didn't hear what he had said, apparently more interested in getting the sensation of being booped off her nose than anything else. Kinda cute to watch actually…

“Right. While she’s distracted… Fun party everyo- er, everypony!” He yelled out as he quickly left the mockery of a gingerbread house. Soon, as he turned down a few streets, he realized he had no idea where Twilight actually lived…

"She lives in the tree library in the middle of town!" Pinkie said from his back, apparently having read his mind, still just as chipper as ever. "Although, I can't wait to see what's inside the chest in the Tree of Harmony! Have you seen it? Of course you have, you're a Minecraftian that lives in the Castle-"

“Pinkie, don’t you have like… I don’t know, After party favors to give out?” He said, trying to distract the mare before he somehow got a headache… Or believing that pink was the new infinite void.

She gasped in shock as if she had never thought to do that, and was just gone… the only sign she was ever there being a cloud of smoke that clung to him in her shape for a few feet before dissolving. Don't think about it too hard…

“Thank Celestia…” He said, laughing as he used his own Fiance’s name in that manner. As he wandered throughout town looking for any pony to tell him where the library was, he looked down to make sure he still had Twilight securely held, only to see he was holding a purple colored pegasus mare that seemed to be just as confused as Sam was.

"Um… Hello…?" She said, thoroughly confused.

“Right… Teleportation, really gotta find a way to prevent magic.” He said as he dropped the mare, letting her gently flap her wings to land on the ground. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I can get something to fight evil dark wizards do you? Or some apples, either would be equally helpful.”

"Well… the best family for apples, if you want good quality for a decent price, is the Apple family. I think I heard they were helping serve cider, of both types, at a Pinkie Party over at Sugarcube Corner," she replied.

Sam just let out a frustrated sigh before trudging back the way he came. He swore that Celestia help him, because he knew she would, if Twilight was there attempting to get drunk, he'd… didn't really know what he'd do. Probably sic Pinkie on her while he bought some apples.

Upon returning to the gingerbread house, Sam's nose was assaulted by the scent of cotton candy and… was that butterscotch…? Either way, the last thing he heard before getting tackled by a certain pink menace and having his entire field of view turned pink was, "PINKIE, NO!"

Thoroughly confused. He felt around his face, the force of her tackle was enough to knock him slightly back, but his own strength and balancebalance kept him upright. He felt a furry mass on his face, and heard about a hundred words a second… And then he could see again as an orange mare with a stetson pulled Pinkie off his face.

"Dagnabbit, Pinkie! Think before y'all go leapin'! Ya coulda suffucated 'im!" She chastised, setting the pink mare on the ground, firmly. It was at this point Sam noticed the three apples on her flank, and the balloons on Pinkie's.

"She would have had to be there for tens of minutes before I was in any real danger." He chuckled. "Although please tell me why Pinkie was trying to do that."

"Ah don't rightly know! She said somethin' 'bout apples and gold and eating them tagether, but that just ain't possible, lest yer a dragon or whatever in Tartarus Discord is!" She replied, still ignoring Pinkie's rambling. "Ah swear, this mare gets inta more trouble than Rainbow Dash durin' Cider Season…"

“Right, Pinkie, thank you for trying to give who I assume is part of the apple family a warning I was coming, But please stop trying to be some guiding force or whatever this is. I think it’s starting to freak ponies out.” He then turned to the mare with three apples on her flank… He’d have to ask celestia about that, since he remembered tracing the sun on hers during their session together. “Regardless, I was told the apple family was the one to buy apples from around here?”

The orange mare nodded and stepped forward. "Eeyup! Name's Applejack! Pleasure ta meet ya, Sam."

“Right. Pinkie probably spread my name… or just had the entire town who now knows about Celestia do it on their own… Well Applejack, I doubt you have any of the produce to sell here. Mind if I just place the order with you and come pick them up tomorrow?”

"Not a problem! Hope y'all like apples though, cause we got a whole buncha apples back in the family orchard!" She said happily.

“Right. I hope you don’t mind me placing an order for… uh carry the one… drop that down… two hundred and fifty six apples.” He said, using his fingers to keep his thoughts in order. What he wouldn’t give for a calculator.

Applejack blinked in surprise then smiled widely. "Can do! That's gonna be five hundred and twelve bits when we can get them to you."

“I only need a few by tomorrow,” he started waving his hand. “I doubt I’ll be going anywhere soon, unless that dark mage continues to harass Equestria.”

Applejack nodded once more and proceeded to drag Pinkie deeper into the building. "Will do! And Ah think there's a filly staying at Twi's that yah should talk ta!"

“Right, Suppose that’s another place I’ll have to go tomorrow.” He muttered as he looked outside. Already it was starting to get dark again.

He sat atop one of the roofs. The climb was easy, and the roof sturdy enough to hold him. He looked up at the stars that were clear as day without the pollution that hid them from sight. All the ponies were asleep, and while he could trek back to his castle, it would be halfway to dawn by then.

Just then a mare flew up to the roof, with bat-like wings, then passed as she saw him. "Oh… sorry, didn't realize this house was spoken for already."

“It’s a large roof.” He said in reply. “Didn’t think any pony was up at this hour of the night.”

"What do you… Oh, you're not a Vampony, are you?" She asked as she took a step closer. "Sorry, you smelled like death, so I just assumed that you were one of us."

“My deaths, other creatures' deaths… I’ve been killing and being killed by the Everfree a lot recently. Hm… also vampony?” He leaned up as he took a better look at the mare. He had just assumed his mind conjured up a pegasi like he had seen earlier, but because it was night, it was giving them bat wings… but now he could see the subtle fangs poking out from their lips. He… Had recipes that called for needing to be a vampire… He wondered if vamponies counted?

She had yellow eyes that were slitted like a snake's, ridged ears with tufts of fur at the end like a bat, and as she smiled nervously, Sam saw the tell-tell signs of retractable fangs. "Uh… huh… You this mysterious creature we've been hearing about from our feeders…?"

“Feeders...? Oh, you mean the ponies… Yeah, Celestia’s going to kill me again for Pinkie spilling the beans… or I guess a better analogy here would be blood… So is Vamponyism like a communicable disease..? Something you’re born with?” He asked, being very unsubtle.

"Oh we can spread it, but… You'll need to drink a bit of my blood, and I'll need to drink a bit of yours. And then you can kiss sunlight goodbye," she said sadly. Her flank tattoo was that of a sun behind clouds with a silver sheen between the two. "But! There's the enhanced vision, the ability to fly, and even the hypersensitive hearing and echolocation!"

“My fiance would hate that.” He chuckled. “But I only need it long enough to kill a dark mage. Then I’ll just cleanse myself. You willing to do a favor?”

She seemed stunned by his declaration of being able to cleanse himself. "But… Nopony can cleanse the Vampony disease… successfully, that is. Wait, you said a dark mage had appeared? Wait! You're actually in a relationship with Celestia!?" She started to flap her wings excitedly as she bounced from one hoof to the other, not making a sound aside from her voice.

“Good to know that last one is being treated as idle gossip. And yeah, I can just make a cleansing altar and bam, a little- ok, a lot of pain, but afterwards you’re mortal again.” He nodded at the mare. Feeling better about his chances against a dark mage if he had the abilities of the undead.

"Wow… Maybe you'd be able to create a new Lineage of Vampony!" She said excitedly, then gasped in further excitement as she practically pulled him into the air and declared, "Maybe you could make a Daywalker Lineage!"

“Pretty sure I’d already be that since… you know, not a pony. You also seem way too excited about pretty much killing someone and turning them into the undead.” He said blase about the whole thing.

"Oh, right… sorry…" she dropped back to the roof, a thin blush on her face. "Just haven't seen the sun in a few decades, so I'm trying to find a way to… get out, you know?"

“Fine, fine. You turn me into a vampire, that’s my kind’s equivalent to vampony, I’ll craft the cleansing altar and you can be the first one to use it.” He said shrugging off her embarrassment. She squealed in delight, a silent sound that rattled the windows below them.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She said rapidly as she pranced around the rooftop in joy.

“Right, so uh… hm… this might actually be a bit tricky since I don’t bleed… Don’t give me that downcast look! I have blood, just my body is… unique. You fine with drinking from the source?” He said, reasuring her when she stopped prancing to look at him with a betrayed expression.

"Oh, yeah, that's actually better for transferring the Vampony disease anyway." She said nonchalantly. "Oh, and you probably want to know my name, right?"

“Heh, yeah, sorry. Been a wild day… Sam by the way, that’s my name, so what’s yours?”

"Silver Lining. I'm a seamstress and part time enchantress. Or… was, before I became a Vampony. But! It has helped my dresses become far better than ever before!"

“Well,“ he said, getting up from laying on his elbow. “We should probably do this… Uh, let me just remove my chestpiece.”

With a effort of will on his part in his inventory, the chestpiece was there one minute, and gone the next, leaving his short sleeve blue shirt in place of it. He held out his arm to Silver Lining.

She took a step forward, then paused, as she took a deep breath. "W-wow… You smell so full of life, it's… it's so…" As Sam watched, her eyes slowly went from white sclera with yellow irises to full red and white slits. "So good... You… need to hurry…"

“Right… Pretty sure I don't need this stuff to live, but yeah, prudence of the moment and all that.” He muttered as he took his hands and forced her mouth open, jamming his left arm into her fangs. As pins and needles overtook his arm, he put his bloodletting dagger in his other and made a small slit on her foreleg as she was distracted draining him. His hearts had already been reduced by two by the time he finally got his mouth around her bleeding wound.

As he drank, his perception of time slowed down drastically for a few seconds before snapping back as Silver Lining shoved him back hissing in pain and grasping at her throat, a golden glow highlighting her veins as his blood circulated through her. Whatever was happening, it was changing her. Eventually she exploded in the golden glow and when it faded, she was laying there with white bat wings and faintly glowing eyes. "S-Sam? It's suddenly very dark, and I feel very sick… wha… what just happened?" She asked, somehow out of breath.

“You know, the fact that I know nothing about magic, means that I could literally say you absorbed the sexual energy between me and Celestia and I have a chance of being right.” He said, shaking his head. “Considering I feel great, and oh- Blood bar instead of hunger, interesting. Anyways, the fact you're sick… you’re probably mortal again… Or by crazy lala land logic, you’re an angel or something, either or.”

Silver groaned as she rolled over and stood up. "Still thirsty for blood, so I think I'm just a different Lineage of Vampony now… which technically shouldn't be possible…" she said as she shook her head to try and clear her vision.

“Eh. As I said, I know literally jack squat about magic… and man is this bar low… I should probably go nibble on some monsters… Wonder how hydra blood tastes…” He equipped his spellbook, spending several seconds putting together a leaping bounce spell. He noted the differences in his hud. Like the six absorption hearts over his normal health, and the fact that he could make Silver Lining out better in the darkness… Although that could have just been the fact her color pallet now screamed wedding white. He turned to her as he prepared to jump towards the Everfree “Well, I’ll see you soon I guess… I’ll be back tomorrow, if you still want to be cleansed.”

Before he heard her response, he activated the spell. Soon gravity was distortedd as he launched through the air towards the canopy of the everfree. His feet barely touched the highest branches before he was sent soaring again. He looked at his mana bar, the first use of the spell had taken a full two thirds of it, and it had regenerated to half. When he landed softly on top of the canopy, he waited a few seconds for his mana to regen before initiating another jump.

Before he knew it, the forest thinned out in favor of the swamp, and he was sent diving directly into the muck. He equipped his chest plate before he forgot, and took out his sword in his other hand.

Just in time, as the bog gurgled and churned. His splash landing had awoken the beast… the only question was, who was the predator in this situation?

The hydra towered over his form by magnitudes, roaring in anger as one of its heads, more impatient than the others, lunged at him, throwing the rest of the heads off balance.

He took a lazy swing, the force of his attack barely enough to harm, but the spell inside took off a chunk of the Hydra's skull, exposing the inside of its cranium as blood splattered over his form.

The other heads lurched in surprise when the head didn't get back up. Sam, intoxicated, had already grabbed a handful of squishy flesh matter and squeezed, letting the reddish ichor drip into his awaiting maw, now filled with sharp and deadly fangs.

A ding sound rose up in his mind as the red one, he had only noticed now, became a two. As he jumped away from the three heads attacking him in rage, he watched through the corner of his eyes as he browsed through a power selection screen as they leapt upon the dead head in a feeding frenzy. Soon, a new one grew back in its place as one of the heads literally ripped the neck in half.

That was fine, he selected Bloodhunt as his ability before activating it. It was like a scene from a movie, the Hydra's blood, everywhere it was, in the dirt, on the trees, even inside of its body was highlighted. He could see three circular masses of blood in different parts of the Hydra's chest, hearts?

It was time to test how powerful he now was. Celestia had two shot him with barely any effort. It was now time to see how this creature, who needed three hits to perform the same feat, fared.

With a cast of his spellbook, Sam glanced at the speed buff on his hud, Before with a splash of water he took off. The heads came down one by one attempting to cut off his path of escape. But such a hulking creature was too slow to catch up with him, even slowed as he was by the water.

With a final burst of speed, Sam swung. As he connected with the side of the hydra, it sounded more like a cannon shot than a sword swing as chunks were removed. Blood and ichor flew through the air as the hydra roared out in pain as one of its hearts was violently removed.

Sam didn't stop there, circling around the large bulky creature, he jumped back as one of the heads literally broke their neck to fall backwards upon him. As one of the heads chewed that neck off the other two, given time to recover, attacked him with renewed passion and rage.

Back and back he was forced to retreat as each time he would attempt to parry one of the heads, the other would come from the other side to take advantage of his distraction if he did so.

After several times of this, he mentally facepalmed. His previous trauma told him he shouldn't get hit… But he was stronger now! With a large splash of water he pushed his foot down into the mucky swamp floor and pivoted. The damage to the head caused bloody cracks to spread all the way down to the base of the neck as he smashed it directly on the forehead with the flat of his blade.

He was swept off his feet as the other head smashed into him, sending him flying through the air. His spellbooks pages flapped wildly as he changed spells, and with a push against the air, he changed directions. With a twirl in the air merely because he could, the head was bisected vertically.

Already the last head had finished biting off the neck of the fourth head as it started growing back. He slid down the slimy scales as he held his sword like a lance and pierced downwards when he reached it's body.

The roar that greeted him, and the disappearance of one of the swirls told him that he had just destroyed the second heart.

Already the hydra was having trouble keeping upright, despite it's mighty regeneration and strength. Before any of the two remaining heads could recover, he stabbed down once more, this time cracking open its body as the last still beating heart was exposed to the open. Such a sight would repulse most, but he felt hunger at such a thing.

With swift cuts of his sword he disconnected the bloody organ from the rest of the hydra's body. After losing the last of its hearts, and suffering heavy blood loss, the hydra went out with a whimper instead of a roar…

It was a haze filled feeding frenzy for Sam, as when he was next aware, he was blocking the sun from his eyes. He was sticky and sore, which was odd, as he hadn't been sore since starting this dream.

He looked at his hud and nearly choked. He was level four in vampirism now. His blood bar was bigger than before, being completely filled. Thankfully, in his delirium he hadn't actually chosen any new powers…

He got up, feeling the dried blood crack off of him. He grabbed a water bucket and made a small alcove out of cobblestone to wash himself before he set off back to Ponyville.