Fear Pitch Black: Cataclysmic

Six o'clock in the evening.

Emmeranne looked around for a certain mirror. She got up from her coffin bed. She looked at the right hoove. Once, she used her left hoove and removed the needle from her forehoof.

“Ah, that hurts.” She used both of her hooves and rubbed her face. Her eyes were blurred, and she started to get some clear vision. The blood dripped from her forehead. She used her right hoove and placed it on her forehead. Her head had been ringing in both of her ears. She shut her eyes. She used her right hoove in her mouth and sucked it clean. After that, she finished her hoove from the stains.

Emmeranne walked out of the room from the south. She entered the hallway that had spiders sliding down on the silk. She heard a noise somewhere downstairs. Emmeranne started to walk downstairs. She saw Prince Clever Clover. She wondered what he was doing this late at night. She thought that he was going to fuck some pony, like always. However, she wonders who it was.

The prince smiled at the door he was opening with his right hand. The door creaked slowly, and he saw two ponies in the room.

“Oh, what is this? I've never seen this pony before.” He said it with a smirk on his face. However, he didn’t know the other one, so he was troublesome in his mind. He walked toward the bed, looked carefully, and saw a mark on her neck. His right eye used twenty-three visions.

“Burgandy and a new pony.” He looked at the other pony and asked, “What have you caught today?”

“I caught a grail pony.” She turned her head with slanted eyes.

“That is no grail cutie mark on her flank; it’s different.” He exclaimed, placing his right hoove under his chin and raising his left eyebrow.

Emmeranne walked into the room and said, “So, who’s this pony?” She shut her eyes and sniffed the air. After that, she sneezed and then opened her eyes. She used her right hoove near her muzzle and rubbed it from left to right three times. Once, she shut her eyes once more and shook her head from left to right.

Reagan looked at the pony on her back. She saw a dark green pony walking toward her. The ceiling light flickered a few times.

“Ah, the light bulb; they need to fix that soon.” He smiled.

“Isn’t that your job?” Emmeranne spoke with a slight tone in her voice. “Now get out.” She shouted. "Unless you want to die by my fangs." She spoke once again and smiled.

The Prince and Royal Bouquet walked out of the room.

“So, who are you?”

“I’m Reagan.”

Emmeranne walked to the rear of the right side of the bed. She quickly glomped on top of Reagan. “Let’s see what blood you have for me, darling.” Her red eyes glowed. Once, she moved her head and got close to Reagan's neck. She started to open her mouth and bit Reagan hard.

Reagan yelled when her tears dripped down from both of her cheeks. She felt pain on the left side of her neck. Blood splattered on their fur and dripped onto the bed. Reagan shut her eyes tight and quickly bit down on her teeth as much as she could. Her hooves held the sheets tightly.

Emmeranne's lips were a nice stained color. Her mouth opened wide and gave Reagan a chance to breathe. She had four images in her mind. She cast the first spell to the far left image.

In Reagan’s room at the age of six, “Reagan my darling you are a good pony. You shouldn’t let ponies bother you. There is always a way for peace.”

Emmeranne cast the rewind spell.

Reagan walked on the left side of the hallway of her home. Emmeranne walked into the memory. She looked at the picture on the right side. However, she didn’t know them. She walked to her room while Reagan was headed to bed.

“Nothing is here. The blood I tasted had our bloodline in it.” She then headed out of the memory.

Emmeranne walked to the next memory. She saw Equestria looked way different. The change didn’t even recognize it.

Emmeranne had thoughts, “It seems Equestria is different where earth ponies, pegasus, and unicorns unite.” Once then she got out of her memory. She didn’t need to know the rest of her story and canceled the spell.

“Information sweetie is a big deal here.” Emmeranne smiled.

Reagan spoke, “Why did you bite me?”

“It seems you have some of our bloodline. I’m impressed you don’t know who I am. I’m one of your ancestors Reagan Grail.” She looked at her with a high spark in her eyes.

Reagan Grail looked at Emmeranne Grim with a right raised eyebrow. Emmeranne cast another spell healing blight onto the wound of Reagan's neck.

“Are you feeling a bit better Reagan? Sorry, I had to look into your private life slightly.” She then used her tongue slightly slowly on Reagan's left side of their neck.

Reagan blinked and sniffed near Emmeranne's fur coat. She then smelled it once more and a nice flower scent.

Reagan then passed out on the bed.

Emmeranne was not happy. She got up from the bed and walked out. “She passed out on me.”

The Prince laughed and so Royal Bouquet as well. Emmeranne squinted her eyes and stared at them. She walked over to the phone line. And dialed one of her sisters.

The pony from the other side walked to the phone line and picked it up with their right hoove.

“Hello, what can I do you for?”

The customer whispered on the phone, “I like to give my two slaves as a thing. They need to be punished for such a crime. I’ll be shipping them to you soon. The letter of how I want it done. I have a special guest. I’ll like tickets and make it public.”

Emmeranne hooked the phone back in place. She walked back to the Prince Clever Clover and Royal Bouquet. Her horn glowed and cast magic onto the two ponies, “I’m going to enjoy this moment with you. Reagan Grail.”

Prince Clever Clover and Royal Bouquet started to shut their eyes. Emmeranne Grim cast another spell and summoned a box. She placed them in the box with her next spell levitation. She then teleported the two ponies inside the box to the redlight district.

Several unicorns, pegasus, and earth ponies. In a large room spinning on separate poles. Music and the sweat of their bodies. Many audiences threw bits and flowers on the floor. A dark blue pony with a blue mane with red eyes had been dancing on one of the poles in the room. She used her hooves to grip that pole and hung upside down while a Pink pony with a light blue mane and tail walked up to her. She was known to have beautiful light blue eyes.

The pink with blue mane had poked the dark blue pony. While they stopped the pink one whispered into her ear, “The box was sent by our deepest dark green bat pony Emmeranne.”

The dark blue pony stopped what she was doing. She picked up the bits from the floor and flowers placed them in her mouth and walked to the backstage entrance with her sister.

Emmeranne walked back to the room where Reagan was, “Wake up. It’s time to eat.”

Reagan woke up, “What happened? I feel weak.”

“It’s because you had a bit of blood loss.” Emmeranne licked her lips.

They both walked down to the dining table. Reagan heard a chopped sound from the kitchen. Reagan sat down with Emmeranne on her left side.

“You're going to have to eat it. It’s pretty much all we have since well there are no farmer ponies. All they do is either go to sex and ease their pain in life. However, were the opposite betray your kind or hurt any pony race is a side of death.” Emmeranne spoke with a tear in her eyes.

“What you kill ponies?” as she saw another pony entering the room.

“Daybreak did you do well with the stew today?” Emmeranne looked at her.

“Yes, Emmeranne the soup or stew is doing swell. Today's menu is unicorn liver, pegasus thigh, and earth pony heart.”

Reagan's eyes started to blur her heart began to race. Her breath started to go deeper. Reagan’s head started to get dizzy.

Emmeranne had no choice so she used her magic to lift the spoon and place it near Reagan’s mouth.

“Oh trust me you’ll feel better Reagan Grail.”