Tugging at my undead heartstrings

Tugging at my undead Heartstrings

By: Fimbulvinter

Chapter 5: Ponies with a side order of lam

A/N: Clop and Blood warning. If you though the first one was weird, hold on to your hats.

Lyra

We were so bucked. That assassin that had killed me had tracked us down again and she had killed DeVille. Now we had no plans, no place to stay, no friends to help us, and a government sanctioned assassin after us. The only ray of hope I could see was that I had Bon-Bon back. With nothing but a half dozen bags of blood between us and a small stash of emergency bits, I was sure of that one thing; we would find a way through this as long as we were able to stay together.

Focusing through the shock, a thought came that the mare had seemed familiar somehow. Her cutie-mark, a purple treble clef, combined with her weapon, a cello bow reminded me of a little known cello player from Canterlot.

“Octa, Octy?... Octavia, that’s it!” I thought out loud.

“What, what the buck just happened, who was that?” Bon-Bon was in a panic, but keeping pace with me well. Even though she was less than 2 hours old, she seemed to have no issues in keeping her abilities in check, maybe because all her abilities were physical based. My first use of magic once I had had some blood left a small crater when I tried to pick up a stone. It had simply exploded. I knew now that I had mixed in some of my blood energy into the spell matrix, resulting in way too much power.

“That was Octavia Philharmonica. She was a rising star cello player; she did that Gala a few years back, the one that got ruined by the elements of harmony. Apparently she also moonlights as an assassin for the Silver Sun. She was the reason I got turned in the first place.”

“The who?” DeVille had not had time to bring Bon-Bon up to speed, so that would be my job at some point, assuming that we both survived long enough. Despite having a speed and strength advantage on Octavia, neither of us knew how to fight like she did, and she had weapons specifically designed to hurt us.

“Short version; the Silver Sun are a semi-official group dedicated to the protection of Equestria through the elimination of hostile supernatural threats and unfortunately, as far as she is concerned that means us. DeVille told me that the group was founded by Princess Celestia, but is largely autonomous. As long as innocent ponies are not publicly caught in the mix, Celestia remains out of the day to day operations, she does not want to know how they do it, just that they do it. Plausible deniability or something like that.”

What I didn’t add was that I had seen Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic behind Octavia. If she had been conscripted or was a full member, then we had a problem. Twilight knew exactly who we were, we had been friends for a while now. If Octavia needed to flush us out of hiding, Twilight could easily provide her with a list of pressure points.

“So, what do we do now? We can’t go back to Ponyville.”

I focused on the plan that DeVille had been cooking up just before he was killed. Manehattan, it was as good a place as any, even with a paramilitary group after you, there were enough hiding places in the city to avoid detection, depending on how willing you were to degrade yourself. Basements and the sewers were a possibility, though I didn’t think Bon-Bon would be so accepting just yet.

“Keep to the original plan, we head for Manehattan and re-group there. The blood we have will last for a week or so, and we can supplement with rats or birds. After that, we keep our heads down and ears to the ground and wait until this whole thing blows over. Octavia can’t keep after us forever; eventually the trail will go cold for her.”

Bon-Bon nodded and followed me as we hit the edge of the forest, emerging out into an open field. Fortunately it was still very early, and nopony was around to observe us. With the speed we were going, it would have been clear we were something unnatural.

A sign up on the edge of the field pointed us towards the main road that would get us to Manehattan. Once we arrived there we could worry about what we were going to do next.

Twilight

“…And then she simply sliced his head off,” I finished recounting the details of Octavia’s mission to Celestia. While I had forced myself to retain composure during my recount, I felt like crap. I had simply watched as a pony had been murdered right in front of me. Maybe I could have done something, we could have captured him, brought him to Celestia for trial, re-habilitated him; maybe there could even have been a cure. But I had hidden, and did nothing. Now he was dead and I felt like I was going to be sick.

“I know this must have been upsetting for you Twilight, but I need to know the rest, where is agent Philharmonica?” Celestia had resumed her motherly reassuring tone with me. It helped slightly but even still, to hear her so casually discussing the murder of ponies. Clearly I had never really known her.

“Octavia said she was going on to Manehattan. The two ponies who escaped, Lyra Heartstrings and Bon-Bon were talking about going there just before we arrived. She sent me back here to inform you about what happened.”

“And you have done well, my student. The elimination of the elder vampony is a great victory for us all. In his life, he must have committed many crimes against the populace, and now he has been punished.”

That was it. To have kept something like this from me was one thing. Everypony knew that there were some things better left unknown, but to order the murder of a pony, even a vampony with no trial or ability to appeal; it went against everything I had been raised to believe.

“Princess, forgive me for this, but WHAT THE BUCK? What is going on here? Secret organisations, Royal assassins, Vamponies? This isn’t you. Where did the benevolent ruler who felt compassion for all go. I want that Celestia back.” My little tirade over, I fully expected to be banished to the moon for impertinence.

Celestia looked at me sadly. “Twilight, you may be my favoured student, but NEVER presume to think that know me. I have lived for millennia almost beyond count, and in that time I have had to make some very hard choices that I am going to have to live with for very long time to come yet. Being princess is not all Gala dinners, tea parties and friendship reports. Everyday I have to make decisions that affect the lives of thousands, if not millions. My highest responsibility is the safety of my little ponies, and that is a duty I take very seriously. The Silver Sun was established as my unofficial arm, able to take care of problems that I could not touch personally.”

I was shocked. I had never seen Celestia be this candid with me. I though that I had known her, but it was clear that in my time as her student, I had barely even scratched the surface of what was there.

“I know that this is hard for you, but I have no choice anymore, Kneel” Celestia commanded. I knelt before her, head down, terrified of what was about to happen.

“Twilight Sparkle, as Regent of the Silver Sun, I herby induct you into our ranks.” Celestia lit her horn and touched it to my front hoof. A sigil in the shape of her cutie mark, coloured in pure silver appeared on my leg, gleaming for a moment before vanishing. She continued “Serve the cause as you would have served the crown, as through it you serve me. The sigil on your hoof will serve to identify you to other members of the Suns, and will allow you access to this chamber and its resources.”

I looked back up a Celestia and saw her return to her motherly composure. “What happens now, are you going to send me off to kill somepony?” I asked her.

“No, you are not ready for that. For now I have two tasks for you. One is to return to stay here in Canterlot for the time being, for you will need to train in the use of weapons and martial styles. Tell your friends that you have been recalled for a year boot camp with the guards. It is a real thing; I have simply kept your name out of the pool thus far. The second is that you are to begin researching the vampyre condition. We know very little about them, beyond that they do not age and drink mortal blood. The entirety of the royal archives will be available to assist you, and you may requisition whatever equipment you need. In addition, any member of the Silver Suns may be reassigned to help you at your direction.”

A research assignment; that was something I could handle. “In that case, I will need to speak to a live vampony. I know Lyra and Bon-Bon, they trust me. I’m sure they will talk to me.”

“I thought you may ask as much, my faithful student. I will instruct Octavia to bring them in alive if at all possible, but for now report to the gym. Your training begins now.”

Octavia

“As you instruct, my Lord. Bring them in alive, but not necessarily undamaged. It will be done. There are only so many places they can hide here. My sources are combing the undercity and sewers. I will find them.” The silver sigil on my hoof allowed for instant communication with the princess no matter where in Equestria we were.

It had taken 4 days, but I had arrived in Manehattan. As a city, it was a mix of the classy and the seedy. Canterlot and Las Pegasus mixed into one. Anything you could ever want, providing you could afford it, was available down one of the many dark alleys of Manehattan.

Beneath the glitter of the highrises though, there was the undercity, a dank and dark world ignored by the upper classes. Here it was everypony for themselves, where a pony would sell you one of their kidneys if it meant putting food on the table, or others who would gladly take yours for exactly the same reason. In a place such as this, two vamponies could exist for months, years even without raising any suspicion.

Every member of the Suns kept a largely independent network of sources to do their scouting for them. In this place mine was Fast Eddie. Not his real name of course, but I didn’t ask and he didn’t tell. He didn’t know who I worked for, and ultimately he did not care. He was well paid for his services, his interest starting and stopping at the bag of bits I chucked his way.

“You are looking for two new arrivals, go by the names of Lyra and Bon-Bon. Green unicorn and cream Earth Pony. Put the word out; follow but do not approach. Once you find where they are staying you call me at once, understand?”

Eddie nodded, not looking up from the pile of bits he was counting out on the table. “Whateva ya want lady. Them’s as gooda found. You leave it to old Fast Eddie, he getcha what you want.” Despite his crude lingo, Eddie was correct. He had never failed me before. I had no reason to start doubting him now.

With the undercity ready to be scoured for my quarry, it was time to return topside. My upbringing as a Canterlot noble, plus my position as a respected cello player allowed me to move through certain circles far more easily that any old hood. On the very slim off chance that the vamponies did not try to go to ground here, the upper class could be my best chance to find them. Nopony gossiped like a rich pony bored.

Lyra

The underbelly of Manehattan blossomed before us. A signal to all the world that you had just hit the notch above rock bottom. Securing a place to stay had been surprisingly easy, just crack open one of the abandoned shacks listed as condemned. Nopony on the street paid the slightest attention to us, just another two lost souls adrift in a sea of misery.

The apartment was squalid. Dirt and dust covered every exposed surface. The heartbeat of rats could be heard from every room, many of them scuttling away at the sound of our voices. A grimy double bed took up most of the bedroom, rags of a sheet still covering the mattress.

“This will do for the moment. Bed, table, we don’t really need anymore,” I muttered. One plus for being a vampony was that my living costs had dropped to almost zero. We didn’t need to eat or bathe so no grocery costs or running water. Blood would be easy to obtain here. The sheer mass of living refuse would be unlikely to notice a few ponies who claimed to have been attacked, or should it go wrong, go missing. The truly desperate could most likely even be convinced to part with some voluntarily for a bit or two.

I put a stasis spell over the blood packs. It would keep them fresh over a far longer time. Bon-Bon and I had agreed that we would not use those except in emergencies, not while there was a buffet just outside the door. There was no telling when we would get the chance to replenish our portable supplies.

“I don’t care about the lodgings just now, I need to feed soon.” Bon-Bon was very young and was going to need a lot of blood over the next month or so, as the changes to her body continued. I was tempted to give her one of the packs, but we had to be sparing with those.

“Well then, let’s go and see who is on the menu tonight.” I smiled at her, allowing the full extent of my fangs to come into view. Bon-Bon did likewise. It was time to embrace our new nature. If we were going to have to spend the rest of our lives as blood drinkers, then we were damn well going to enjoy it.

“Try to find somepony alone. Don’t break up a family if you can help it; either that or a criminal.” Neither of us knew exactly what was going to happen tonight. This was an almost entirely new experience for both of us, going out on the hunt. If we could find a pony just about ready to end it all for themselves, it would be best. They would get their wish, preceded by a moment of intense pleasure. We would be fed for the time being, nopony lost. Once we knew what feeding on a living pony was like, knew where the point of no return was, we could consider allowing them to live, but for now a pony on brink would be ideal: no remorse.

“I suggest we try the local bar, there has to be someone there desperate enough to agree to come back with us.” I nodded and off we went. The closest watering hole to the apartment was a total dive, the name had long since worn off the sign out front. We went in a tried our luck.

My first reaction was that if we were only going to pick up dead beats or those who were themselves criminals, then if this bar was a cross section of the city we would never have to go hungry again. Many of the ponies were trying to kill themselves, either through alcohol poisoning, or more conventional means. A wide array of drug use was visible. I doubt anypony would have noticed our fangs if we had shown than to begin with.

“See if you can grab one of the drunk ones, less hassle if two pretty mares ask him to come back” Bon-Bon asked. I could see that she was eyeing the clientele with an increasingly hungry look. She needed blood, and she needed it now. I didn’t bother to be choosy, grabbing the closest wino, a dark red earth pony stallion.

“Huh, wat do you wantz?” he slurred, clearly drunk out of his skull.

“Well hot stuff, How about you come with me and watch me and my lesbian mare-friend make out, maybe even join in a little?” I said pulling out the most seductive voice I could find. Hopefully he wasn’t so far gone that he couldn’t understand words.

“Well, I’sh love to, jusht left me finish thish drink.” The Stallion grabbed the glass and missed his mouth entirely, splattering me with some kind of cheap hooch. A drop landed on my tongue and I felt a rising urge to vomit, and not just from the fact that I was a vampony. That stuff was the absolute cheapest crap he could afford.

We led the stallion back to the apartment, nopony meeting our eyes. Just another pair of working girls trying to make a living, they would have most likely thought.

We got the stallion inside and seated at the table. He didn’t even seem to notice the dirt and grime staining his already matted coat. “Sho, what happensh now?”

“Now, me and my friend need a drink, on you I think” I smiled at him, his brow furrowing as he attempted to comprehend what had just been said. Bon-Bon could no longer wait. As I was prepping him, wiping away some grime from his neck, she simply dove in, bared her fangs and latched on. I quickly followed, sinking my fangs into the other side of his neck.

The rush of taking his blood was incredible. While not as sweet as when I had drunk from Bon-Bon, this unknown stallions blood was intoxicating, possibly from the all the alcohol in his system. My loins began to stir, wetness creeping down from my slit. Bon-Bon had given up any pretence and was sliding a hoof between her legs, wet squishes could be heard over the sounds of our sucking. Sitting down onto the stallions chest, I felt something begin to rise under me. It seemed that we were not the only ones enjoying this moment.

Bon-Bon noticed this as well. “Go on; give him the last ride of his life,” she urged me, letting a thin trickle of deep crimson liquid escape her lips. While we both accepted that we were gay, that didn’t mean we didn’t experiment with the other gender from time to time. Being a vampony also meant no risk of pregnancy or disease, so no worries there.

I slid a leg over him, positioning myself directly over his pole before sliding down to his base in one swift, fluid motion. While not the most well endowed guy I had ever been with, he still filled me up as I began rising and falling on his stiff pole. The guys eyes had glassed over, he was now totally lost in the moment, not even noticing the fact that his member was now covered in a slick blood sheen.

The sounds and smells of sex filled the stale air of the apartment, as I grinded into this stallion I had just picked up at random; his pulsating length driving into me, splitting my hips and stretching out my vagina.

Bon-Bon had taken her fill for the moment and was reaching down between us, her tongue darting out to lick up from the base of his dick to my slit and over my nub, pausing for a moment to tickle it with her tongue. That was enough to send me over the edge, blood squirting out of me and coating the stallions dick and sack. Bon-Bon moved around and took his ball sack into her mouth, sucking it clean of my secretions.

Soon I felt him begin to tense up, and then twitch inside me. While not feeling the cum itself, I saw a thin white liquid begin to trickle out of me and drip onto his lap. Rising off of him, I motioned Bon-Bon over, who instantly took his softening prick into her mouth and began to lick him clean of my blood. Moving over I saw her cunt winking at me, red dripping freely from the opening. Not hesitating I moved in and gave her a long slow lick from base to tip, nipping at her clit on the way. Bon-Bon squealed at the unexpected burst of pain, but didn’t pull away from either me or the stallion she was still eagerly fellating.

For his part, the stallion had passed out fully, either from the alcohol, exhaustion or loss of blood. He still had a heartbeat and blood, but right now my eyes were only for Bon-Bon. I pulled her away from him and dragged her over to the bed. She flopped down and I spread her legs, looking longingly at the glistening treasure they contained.

Once again, I drove in, suckling on her cleft, the taste of her blood dancing on my palette as I stuffed my tongue further and further inside her snatch. Bon-Bon was simply moaning in pleasure, one hoof rubbing her budded nipples, the other pulling my head even closer to her. All at once, she climaxed and my face was covered in her blood. As she came down, Bon-Bon leant forward and took my horn into her own mouth. The feel of her mouth over my horn was enough to get me off again, and I redoubled my efforts on her clit.

After a moment of pure pleasure, Bon-Bon spun me around, getting into the 69 position, her tongue snaking out and lapping up my drippings. I buried my face back in her crotch, savouring her taste when I felt her fangs rub over my nub. It was electric and I returned the favour, listening in delight as she squealed and squirmed under my touch.

By this point we were both totally covered in blood, from each of us, and from the stallion who seemed to have roused just enough to get himself back to half mast and was clopping with a furious intent. He still didn’t seem to see or care that everything was soaked in our secreted blood; he was too far gone to notice what it was.

Bon-Bon got up and whispered into my ear “I want you to fuck me like only a Vampony can.” With that she lay back down, bared her fangs and drove them right into my pussy. The feeling of her biting me down there was unbelievable, her lapping at my clit as my blood flowed freely across it and into her mouth. I returned the favour with intensity, the taste of her blood only getting stronger as it flowed directly into my mouth.

Behind me, the stallion was up and moving again, reaching in and guiding his dick back into me. “Oh, no you don’t, this time I want it” Bon-Bon pouted, not letting up from her attack on my pussy. He complied, withdrawing from me and shifting around too Bon-Bon. He could not get into her, and I wasn’t about to make room for him. Shrugging, Bon-Bon shifter her tail, exposing her tight butt-hole, and he pushed up against her rosebud. Slowly, I watched as he sank inch after inch into her, filling Bon-Bon in a way that I had never been able to do. From the way she mashing her snout between my legs. Clearly she was loving every moment of it.

“Oh, Celestia. It’s never felt this good before. More, fill me up you dirty stallion.”
The earth pony continued to ream Bon-Bon, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, while I looked on, licking up every drop that Bon-Bon secreted. Soon he pulled out.

“Open up ladies” the stallion had risen to his hooves and was standing over us, his fully erect pole leaking clear cum in an almost constant dribble. We both detached ourselves from each others genitals and sank to a sitting position below him. His first spurt of cum landed right on my horn, leaving a strand to drip onto my forehead. The second and third were aimed at Bon-Bon’s mouth where she obediently took all in, but did not swallow it. His last blast was saved for me, and the salty taste of his seed mixed with the lingering taste of his blood in my mouth.

Combined with the blood, my body seemed to have no issues in accepting and keeping down his spunk, and Bon-Bon reached over and licked clean my horn of his sperm before coming in and giving me an open mouthed kiss, her tongue and mine exchanging his essence between us before we both swallowed.

“Time for the last act” Bon-Bon whispered to me and I nodded. We both looked up and smiled at the stallion one last time, before launching ourselves at his neck again, latching on like leeches and draining him dry.

As his heartbeat stopped Bon-Bon leaned over and kissed me again, the taste of three separate types of blood and the stallion’s seed mixing on my tongue for the last time.

Finally we came down and lay in the bed, basking in the afterglow of the moment, neither of us caring about the fact we now had a dead body in the room with us or thinking about how we were going to dispose of it. Right now, life was good. We had food, we had love, we were going to be ok, I was sure of it.

Unknown to either mare, they had been seen out on the prowl. A small urchin had watched as they led their meal into the apartment. Just like Fast Eddie had told her, the urchin ran off to find him. The twenty bit reward he had posted meant a good hot meal and a new blanket for her, things she had not had in a long time.