Tugging at my undead heartstrings

Tugging at my undead heartstrings
By: Fimbulvinter
Chapter 3: A Normal Life, Yeah.

A/N: Clop and blood warning.

Six months later
Thunk…thump…thunk…thump the heartbeat was clear to me, coming from the base of the tree I was currently hiding in. In the last six months, all of my senses had become much more acute; I could see much clearer than before, sounds were sharper, my physical abilities were greater. All in all, once you got past the whole drinking blood to survive thing, being a vampony really wasn’t all that bad.

Looking down from the tree, I saw a rabbit pass by. Bleck; rabbit was one of the worst animals to feed on. Thin runny blood, and not nearly enough to keep me satisfied. But right now I was hungry, and in no mood to be choosy.

Landing silently behind the rabbit, I started to close in. One of the benefits of being a vampony was the boosts to my magic. Where before, levitation was not one of my strong points, now by tapping into my blood reserve, I could pull of feats that even Twilight Sparkle would be hard pressed to match. For this hunt however, none of that would be needed.

A quick lunge in, followed by a clamp down with my jaws, and the rabbits life was snuffed out in a second. Its bland, oily blood filled my mouth, taking the edge of my hunger, but not subduing it. Ever since that first night, when DeVille had fed me that first glass of pony blood, I had not experienced the rapturous delight like I did then. While rabbit and snake blood could sustain me, it seemed that only pony blood held that spark of pure lust. I hoped that DeVille would let me go back to Ponyville soon. While being undead meant that I didn’t produce sweat or oils, I still missed showers, and I missed Bon-Bon. She must be sick with worry.

“Lyra, come over here,” DeVille called me over to him at our makeshift camp in the Everfree forest. The old crumbling fortresses of the Ancient Pony Sisters made a good base of operations, but it was hardly the life of luxury. Still several valuable things had been found here. An old spell book showed me how to create a localized invisibility spell that concealed my fangs for as long as I wanted, a big plus for when I returned to civilization.

“You looked calm during that hunt and your ability to hide your fangs is good now. Do you feel ready to return to Ponyville?” he asked me.

I nodded, thinking on how good it would be to see Bon-Bon again; all the others too.

“Get some rest, we leave tomorrow night.” While we didn’t really need sleep anymore, keeping a regular rhythm helped to keep me grounded.

Ponyville looked exactly as we had left it. In a town this small, nothing ever changed fast. The only difference I could see were some posters of me up on town hall, all of them marked as ‘have you seen this pony?’ I guess that just disappearing off the face of the planet one afternoon wasn’t a good move.

“Do we have a plan for why I’m suddenly back?” I asked DeVille.

“Well, you didn’t have access to time spells, so time travel gone wrong is out, too much time has passed for simply got lost. Ah, I’ve got it. You were infected by a very rare virus, and were taken to the Canterlot emergency isolation clinic for treatment. No calls in or out, and the procedure has left you so that you can only take liquids now. Covers both your absence and why you won’t be eating. Have you given any thought to the fact that eventually your mare-friend is going to find out one way or another. What happens then? Remember that this is about more than you.”

I had thought long about this before. “Bon-Bon would never squeal on me. If she finds out, I’m sure that I can convince her to stay quiet.”

DeVille was nonplussed. “Are you sure about that, because if you can’t take care of her, then I will, and I will go for the most efficient solution, if you get my meaning.”

I did, and I would have to make sure that didn’t happen.

Soon, my house came into view. Unlike the rest of town, this house was looking worse for wear. The curtains were drawn; the yard was cluttered with unkempt growth. An air of general depression hung over it like an oppressive cloud.

A single shape was silhouetted behind the half drawn curtains. Even from outside, I could tell that it was Bon-Bon. Simply seeing her was enough to make my heart throb, or rather it would have if it was capable of doing so anymore. She must have been so worried about me. Steeling myself, I entered the yard and crossed over to the front door. Seeing as how this was my own home, there was no issue regarding my ability to enter the house proper.

Opening the door, I beheld a disaster area of a front room. Dirty dishes and old takeout boxes littered the floor, dozens of posters like the ones I had seen on town hall lay strewn about, and capping it all off, wallowing in pity on the couch was Bon-Bon. She looked sharply up at the sound of the door opening and when she caught sight of me she froze. A glass she had been holding shattered on the floor.

“Hi honey, I’m home,” I said weakly.

Bon-Bon’s first act had been to kiss me; her second one on the other hoof had been to slap me silly.

“Lyra, where have you been? I was so worried about you. You just vanished one day after having been seen with a pegasus at Sugarcube Corner. What could you possibly have been doing that you didn’t have time to make a simple call? Well, tell me.”

I was ready for this, showing her to the door, I called out to DeVille, who was still standing on the porch. He hadn’t been invited so he could not enter the house yet. Even though it was my house, I couldn’t give him permission; only a living pony could do that.

“Bon-Bon, this is Dr DeVille from the Canterlot isolation clinic. He can explain what happened better than I can.”

Bon-Bon looked at DeVille, seeming to notice him for the first time. “Hey, you’re that pegasus she was seen with. What’s the deal,huh?”

DeVille picked up the threads of conversation smoothly. “Yes, hello. I am Dr. DeVille, and I’m afraid that there was an emergency situation regarding Lyra that day. It seems that she was infected with a very rare disease called spiral rot. It only affects unicorns and we had to remove her for treatment. I was explaining what would be necessary to her before we had to leave. I’m sorry that we could not have told you, but the treatments were very intensive and you would not have been permitted to see her in any case. May I come in? It is getting rather cold out here.”

Bon-Bon seemed to notice that he was still only on the front steps. “Oh yes, come in please.” DeVille walked up the steps smoothly, and entered into our home. He sat down on the couch and started talking with Bon-Bon. Bon-Bon for her part grabbed hold of me and snuggled in close. At this distance, I could hear her heart beating fast with the excitement that I was home. She smelled divine, much better than any of those animals in the forest.

No, I could not think about that with my Bon-Bon, she was my mare friend, not my dinner. But at the same time she felt so good. My memories of that first night surfaced unbidden. The taste, the euphoria, the simmering desire that came with drinking pony blood all came rushing back to me. Some little part of me knew that fresh blood, still warm from the source would be even better.

Hunger rose up inside me, slowly overwhelming my ability to think. I had to get out of there, but Bon-Bon wasn’t about to simply let up and allow me out of her sight.

“Where are my manners, you both could use a drink. Let me get you something,” she said, playing the dutiful hostess. I watched as Bon-Bon stood up and moved towards the kitchen. They say that fate is a cruel mistress. It certainly was here. Almost to the kitchen, Bon-Bon’s right hoof slipped on one of the missing posters and she stumbled right into the shards of glass on the ground, slicing a fair sized gash along her leg.

At the sight of blood, that was it. My shaky self control fell apart and my body betrayed me. Within a moment I had closed the gap to Bon-Bon and pulled her back, exposing her neck.

“Lyra, what are you doing?” she called out. “Let me… go?” Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of my fangs appearing as I dropped the illusions concealing them.

Without thinking, I drove them both into her neck and the first wash of her blood entered my mouth.

Every experience I had ever had - my fist steps, meeting Bon-Bon, getting into bed with said Bon-Bon, even my first taste of blood paled in comparison to this moment. I had though that the glass of pony blood had tasted good. Compared to the rapture I was experiencing now, that was nothing. It was pure and unadulterated life, like liquid sex flowing into me.

The blood was so warm, so sweet. It contained the very essence of Bon-Bon; it even tasted like the candies she so skilfully made. The fires of arousal spread between my legs, and this time there was no stopping it. As I drained my mare of her blood, I felt myself come, Hard. Liquid burst from my slit, coating my legs and those of Bon-Bon in a red shine. Blood had long since replaced all of my other bodily liquids, but it did not repulse me; if anything it made me even wetter to know that even as I took her into me, my essence now coated her. Freeing one hoof from her neck, I spread my legs and began to slide it through the blood now freely coating my outer walls, finding my clit puffed and ready to be touched.

I released Bon-Bon who crumpled down to the floor as a ragdoll would and focused solely on my own pleasure. Grinding against my own hoof, I saw a streak of Bon-Bon’s blood slowly soaking into the couch. I lapped at it, not caring about the state of the couch or the fact that DeVille must be watching; I decided that his watching made it even better, and moved to give him a show. Bringing up my hoof from my clit, I looked at the shiny red secretions on it. Without hesitation, I jammed it in my mouth, mixing the taste of Bon-Bon with the exotic taste of my own body. My other hoof snaked back down and returned to rubbing up and down my slit, blood now oozing freely from within it. Angling myself around on the couch, I treated DeVille to a spread-eagled shot of myself, hooves moving sensually over my clit and pussy. His member began to swell as I continued my show, but he made no moves towards me, nor did I invite him to join. This moment was just for me.

I came once again, hoof jammed up against my walls. I rode out the spasms, sucking on the remains of blood now fully soaked into the couch.

Another idea came to me and I bit into my own wrist, my blood flowing freely from the wound, sprinkling onto my chest. I caught the stream in my magic, forming a ball. Soon the bite in my wrist healed over, but I had enough to carry out my plan. Using magic, I reformed my ball of blood into a rigid phallus and slowly teased it along my body, descending to my vagina. A thin line of red marked its path down my chest, and over my erect nipples. Slowly I inserted it in, feeling it push aside my vulva to penetrate me. The blood dildo slipped in with no resistance, sending shivers all through out my body. Another orgasm ripped through me as I fucked myself with my own blood. Feeling it move in and out of me, knowing that I was using the purest essence of me to give myself pleasure; it sent me over the top again.

By now, the couch was totally covered in my bloody vaginal secretions, and I pulled out my blood toy and brought it up to my mouth. This would have repulsed me at one point, but now a large ball of blood was the sexiest thing I could possibly imagine. I removed the force field keeping the dildo’s shape and allowed the ball to splatter down over my face, my tongue darting out to lap up any drips that I could. While my own blood was nowhere near as tasty as that of a living pony, it was still pretty damn good and I wasn’t about to waste it. Drinking it down also brought me back to the edge for another time and a feather light touch from my hooves sent a final squirt of blood flowing from my vagina onto the carpet, some of it landing on Bon-Bon crumpled form.

Wait, Bon-Bon… I had just drained Bon-Bon.

Coming down from my blood induced orgasmic euphoria, my mind managed to transmit that one clear thought; I had attacked Bon-Bon. I looked down in horror and saw the body of Bon-Bon lying at my hooves, a puddle of blood expanding from the wound in her neck. Looking back, to say that I was upset would be putting it mildly. I had lost all semblance of control, and now Bon-Bon was going to die.

“Oh, no no no NO, Bon-Bon, get up, please get up, I didn’t mean it, please just get up.” Bloody tears were dripping down my face and onto her prone body. “Oh Celestia no, DeVille, please HELP ME.” DeVille had been just standing there, watching the entire time, why didn’t he do anything to stop this?

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, seemingly reading my mind, “because something like this was always going to happen. You let your control slip and your hunger got the best of you. Now look, your mare friend is dying and you have two choices. One: let her die and that will be the end of it, we leave and never return here. Two: I turn her right now and we take her with us. Either way you are done with Ponyville.”

“Save her please, I can’t loose her again, not after I just got her back.”

DeVille bit his hoof and as he did for me, allowed a mouthful of his blood to enter Bon-Bon’s mouth, rubbing her throat to ensure that she swallowed it all. For a moment, nothing happened until the holes in her neck and the cuts on her legs started to close over, quickly disappearing.

“She is taking to it well, better than you did. In six hours or so she will be reborn as a new vampony, all thanks to you.” DeVille smiled at me, with a look in his eye that made it clear he was mocking me.

“You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” It was becoming clear that he had intended for something like this to happen all along. “Why, for the love of Celestia WHY?” Red tears were still falling down my face.

“Two reasons. One, you never shut up about her. You needed closure one way or another. Now she can be with you forever, assuming that she wants to stay with the pony that killed her.” That brought me up short, but he was right. I had all but killed Bon-Bon, any chance she had for a normal life was gone because of me.

“The other reason was that you needed to be taught a lesson. In the forest, you were far too cavalier about your nature as a predator. You had to learn about the consequences of what happen when you don’t keep a close grip over your hunger. That lesson cannot be taught, only experienced.”

He was right. He was always right, but it didn’t make him any less of a bastard. I would never forgive him for this, not just the fact that he deliberately sent me to kill my best friend, but the underhanded way in which he went about it.

“And now for a new lesson: cleaning up after the frenzy. There is far too much blood soaked into the carpets and sofa to be cleaned. That means a total purge. What kinds of flammable liquids do you have on hoof?”

I pointed him to the storage cupboards where he pulled out some kerosene we used for the lanterns. He liberally dumped it over the blood stains and splashed it onto all the other walls. A bottle of the Apple Family private reserve cider was also added to the mix, the alcohol content was enough make it explosive it treated right.

“Grab any valuables that you or she cannot live without, come morning this place is going to be a cinder.”

I ran upstairs and grabbed everything I could fit into saddlebags; mementos of trips we had taken together, my lyre which had somehow found its way back home. Our family photo albums took up the last space. Soon the bags were full and I had to leave the rest. Most of that though was not irreplaceable. Our lives in Ponyville were finished, it was time to start over somewhere else.

Earlier

Unseen by anypony, looking through the window, Twilight Sparkle backed away and ran for her tree house. She had seen it all: Lyra biting Bon-Bon like some kind of vampire, her perverse sexual show, a black pegasus dripping his own blood into Bon-Bon’s mouth. The Princess needed to know of this, right away.