Chapter 8: Epilogue

Tugging at my undead heartstrings

By: Fimbulvinter

Chapter 8: Epilogue

15 years later

Twilight, Bon-Bon, Rarity and myself crowded around the huddled form of the mare. From the weak light of her candle, the only things that could be seen of us were our mouths and fangs, the latter on full display. Our faces and bodies were hidden behind cloaks, dyed a dark crimson by Rarity. Behind us a gargoyle dripped blood into a fountain. Gothic columns and occult items lined the walls; crystals, pendants, books dedicated to the study and practice of the dark arts

Tonight was a special night for our group. It was the night that we entered a new member into the family. Rarity had done much of the decorating and designing for this event. The ritual itself however was all me. While Twilight may have had more experience at turning ponies than I did, tonight was my prerogative. It was my right as the eldest of the group, and I was going to do this my way, as a vampony would.

“Initiate, kneel before the flame,” I commanded the mare. She obeyed carefully, her own brown robe not quite hiding the fact that she was shaking over her whole body.

“Initiate you have requested that we grant you our boon. The powers of immortality, the hunt and of pleasure. To this I ask: Do you swear to serve this coven from now until the day you leave this world?”

“I do,” a tiny voice squeaked out from the hood.

“Do you swear to remain faithful to our lord, the regent of the Silver Sun, to whom we all owe our fealty?”

“I do,” the voice was a little louder this time

“Do you swear to keep our secret secret, to hide what you are and will be from the prying world, that all of us might suffer”.

“I do,” replied the voice for a third time.

“Then stand, join me at the fountain. Merge your blood with that of the everlasting fount, as a sign of your commitment”. I offered a ceremonial knife to the mare who raised a hoof and in one quick motion, nicked the other leg, allowing a stream of blood to trickle into the pool, joining with the other blood already swirling around in the basin.

“Initiate, I will ask you one last time. What is it you would seek here?”

The mare looked scared but pressed on. “I want… I want to be…” she choked off, unable to finish the sentence.

Rarity piped up at this point, “You don’t need to go through with this, we can wait for as long as you need”.

The mare shook her head. “No, Sis. I want this”. Sweetie Belle, now a grown mare turned to look directly at her sister. “Ever since I found out what you all were 12 years ago, I have watched as you have saved this town from disaster time and time again. Now I want to be a part of that. I have always wanted to be just like you: a good sister, a fashion designer and now, I want to be a vampony”.

Sweetie Belle turned back to me. “I want this now. I am the same age as my sister was when she was turned. I am ready to begin my new life”.

I nodded back at her, the motion mostly covered up by my hood and cloak. “As you wish, so it shall be. Sweetie Belle, prepare yourself to be reborn”. I moved in and brushed the curls away from her neck, the booming of her heart clear to my ears.

“This may sting a little bit” I whispered into her ear as I opened my mouth, fully exposing my fangs to her neck. With a sudden jab, I pierced her skin, drawing blood from the wounds. Sweetie Belle hissed slightly but did not recoil from me. She tasted like pure honey, smothered in sugar and cream. I pulled back and told her as much.

“Thanks, I think,” she replied, slightly confused. Nopony had ever complimented her that her blood tasted good before.

“Soon, telling somepony that their blood is delicious will be the highest complement you can possibly give,” I muttered into her ear, earning a blush from her.

My first draught was purely for me. The second one I spit back out into a container, and the last one I retained in my mouth. By this point, I had removed enough blood that the magic needed to turn her would work. Taking the knife myself I slashed it over my hoof, and Sweetie Belle latched on with no hesitation. She suckled at my wrist until the wound healed over.

I put her down gently on the ground, and walked over to the others, Sweetie's blood still in my mouth. Each of them obediently opened for me as I stood over and allowed a dribble of Sweetie blood to enter them, each in turn until all was gone. As one they all swallowed the last ever mortal blood contained within the newly turned vampony.

I returned to Sweetie, who had watched this exchange with fascination, albeit through slowly glazing eyes. “Now sleep Sweetie Belle. Come the morrow, you will be reborn with life everlasting. You shall rise…Vampyre”. She slowly succumbed to the power of the blood, drifting off into the dark. The cut on her hoof closed over instantly, a sign that the process was taking.

With Sweetie now down for the count, I turned to the others and burst out laughing. “I can’t believe I could keep a straight face through all of that.”

“Yes Darling, some of the things you said, where did those come from? Did you plan this or just make it up as you went?” Rarity asked once I had calmed down slightly.

“Oh I just made it up as I went. I swear though, I though I would start laughing at some of the things I said. ‘Everlasting fount,’ Rarity you built that like a week ago”.

Bon-Bon pulled back her hood, revealing her sparking blue eyes. Right now they shone with more than just laughter. “Oh, I don’t know. I think that some of those things you said were most… provocative”. Her hoof rose up and started stroking away at my flank.

“Enough of this charade,” Twilight called out from the edge of the room. “Sweetie Belle really got me going, let’s buck already”. Twilight was an aggressive vampony in the bedroom department, never satisfied with playing games. She wanted it straight up and lots of it.

“Coming dear, just let me tuck Sweetie in,” Rarity replied, moving the body of Sweetie Belle over to a specially prepared coffin we had ordered under the guise of needing it for nightmare night. Black velvet lined the inner walls, and Rarity had made sure that it was the perfect size for holding Sweetie.

Once Sweetie was secured in her final rest, we turned to see the Twilight had started without us, not content to wait the extra few moments. She was splayed on her back, pussy facing us, bloody secretions dripping out every few seconds and she slid a hoof back over it, her moaning punctuating the air. “See anything you like?” she called out.

“I most certainly do,” I called out, slowly walking over to her, waggling my hips seductively on the way. Behind me I heard Bon-Bon and Rarity move over and begin kissing, each snaking down a hoof and rubbing the others jewel.

Normally Bon-Bon and I were a couple, as were Twilight and Rarity. The turning of Sweetie was a special occasion, and we all decided to get a special treat out of it. Twilight was ready for me and I dove right in, my tongue darting out and lapping at her juices. Twilight bucked and squirmed at my touch, every squeal followed by a new spurt of blood onto my tongue and muzzle. Living forever meant that we were going to become very good at the act of love, and I was determined to become the best at giving head.

While I was licking Twilight off, something began to tickle at my entrance. I looked up and saw Twilights horn glowing. A moment later I felt myself get filled up, as a force field conjured by Twilight entered my nether regions, sliding easily into my lubricated snatch.

“Oh, two can play at that game,” I growled out, and pulled back, lining up my horn with Twilights now streaming pussy. A quick jab and in it went, my sensitive horn feeling every inch of her silky smooth love tunnel, a race to see who could last out the longest; a race that Twilight lost. Arching her back, she came hard around my horn, muscles clamping and twitching, almost bringing me to my own release.

Twilight left me covered in her rich, thick bloody ooze, something she was all to glad to help me clean up. She pulled herself off my horn and sat up, taking the blood soaked appendage into her mouth, giving me my first horn-job of the evening. Already on edge from her dildo fucking, the feel of her tongue swirling around the rivulets of my horn was more then enough to get me over. Sweet and gluggy, my splooge coated all the fur behind my legs, and dripped down onto the ground beneath us.

As Twilight finished cleaning me, we turned to see what Rarity and Bon-Bon were up to in the other corner of the room. They had proceeded from kissing and rubbing to a full fuck session. Each had a leg over the other and they were scissoring each other hard, a squishing noise could be heard every time their pussies made contact with each other. Rarity’s horn was aglow and a blue shape could be seen disappearing into each of their holes.

We moved over and joined them, Twilight moving to kiss and lick over at Bon-Bon, myself, I lay down on top of Rarity, my dripping slit now just above her gasping mouth. I felt a sharp pinch as she latched on to me with her fangs, tongue slurping happily at my moist hole, as my blood seeped through her fangs and over into her mouth.

The ethereal dildo cast by Rarity flickered and vanished as she refocused on eating me out. I heard Bon-Bon pout but she quickly found her hole refilled by Twilight horn and hooves. With Rarity now free, I shoved in my head and filled up her pussy, revelling in her exotic and refined taste, so different to that of Twilight.

With her still attached to me like a leech, I followed suit, sinking my fangs in to her cool tender flesh, drawing blood out, watching it stain her pristine coat from white to red. We remained like that, each locked onto the others crotch until Twilight suggested something new. “How about a daisy chain?”

We all agreed and I released my hold on Rarity, her bite marks healing over instantly. With her still latched on to me, I twisted and found my way to my beloved Bon-Bon and the nestled treasure she kept. As I had with Rarity, my fangs sank down into her flesh and her unique taste spilled over my tongue for the first time that night.

We were all connected together, mouth to pussy, each drinking from one and passing it on to the next. It was heavenly, all notions of moderation and decency were abandoned as we became one single pulsing, thrusting pile of pony flesh covered in the slick sticky fruits of our labours.

The hours must have passed by as seconds, for it seemed that almost as soon as we began, Rarity noticed that Sweetie was beginning to rise.

We looked over from the pile and sure enough, Sweetie Belle was starting to stir, her legs moving around as if she was having a dream. For a moment, her upper lip pulled back and we were treated to a view of her nearly developed fang. She would have an excellent set once she finished the transformation in two months time.

“Quick, everybody back into character. Robes on, no talking,” I called out, galloping over to where I had deposited the second mouthful of Sweetie’s blood into a container, and poured it into a gilded carafe that had been stored out of sight.

Just as Sweetie’s eyes fluttered open, we all got back into position, as if nothing had changed while she had been out, providing you didn’t notice the smell of sex wafting through the air, and the abundant amount of secreted blood now pooling on the floor. I watched as Sweetie Belle clambered out of her coffin, and poke around her new teeth with her tongue and hooves.

Satisfied with what she found, she got back onto the ground and onto all fours.

“Rise, blood sister Sweetie Belle,” I called out solemnly. “Step forward and embrace your new nature”. With this I held out the carafe filled with her own blood. This was something I had wanted in the ritual from the very start. Sweetie Belle was the only one of us who had had a choice in becoming a vampony. We others had either had it forced on us, or it had been the last resort before death. Some perverse part of me wanted Sweetie’s first meal to be the very last remanent of her mortal life; it was an experience that none of us would ever get.

Sweetie Belle took the golden jug and looked at the contents. This was it. The first time was always the most intense. She darted out her tongue and lapped at the crimson liquid, taking a moment to taste her former life-force. I sat back and watched as her eyes lit up and she upended the carafe, swallowing down her blood as fast as she could.

“Oh, Celestia. That was just incredible. It tasted better than anything I have ever had before,” Sweetie exclaimed, holding the jug upside down, trying to catch the last drips out of it. “Who was this, is there any more?”

“There is no more, my childe. It was the last of a very select batch: Chateau de Belle, current vintage”. Despite my face being covered by the robes hood, there was no disguising the mirth in my voice.

“That was me?” Sweetie asked. I nodded back at her. "Awwww, I tasted great. To think that once I dressed up as a vampony for Nightmare Night, and now I became one on the same night, many years later”.

Rarity moved in and hugged her sister, the pair looking for all the world like twins now, their body shape and coat colours, minus the blood stains on Rarity, were almost identical. “We know you tasted amazing Sweetie, we all had some of you earlier, but now that you have been turned, it is time to move onto important matters”.

“Sweetie, now that you are one of us, it is time for you and your sister to move on out of here,” Twilight called out. She was right, none of us, except for Sweetie had aged a day in the last 15 years. Twilight was lucky, she could claim exposure to an unknown primal magic – the element of magic that she contained had rendered her immortal. The rest of us had no such excuse. Ponies were starting to talk about how young we still looked. Rarity’s story about proper make-up and moisturising would not last for much longer, it was time to move onto another town.

“We have decided that we are going to move to Fillydelphia, and get established there. We are all going to Canterlot first, to oversee the initiation of new recruits, yourself included and then You and your sister and scheduled to leave in a week, so make any farewells you have to do now. We will not be able to come back here for at least a century, possibly two, not unless somehow we are able to out ourselves without causing mass panic”.

We all agreed that such a situation was unlikely, but I moved the conversation on to more joyful topics. “For now, we are 5 damn sexy vamponies and its still nightmare night out there, lets paint the town red. Metaphorically of course”. We had made sure that there would be enough time that Sweetie could go outside as a vampony, while being shielded by the idea that it was still just a costume, give her a chance to get used to the fangs. Come tomorrow she would have to start using the illusion spell I had found way back at the start of all this.

Tonight though, we were Vamponies and not afraid to show it off.