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Tugging at my undead heartstrings
Chapter 1: Death isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
By: Fimbulvinter
Chapter 1: Death isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
My name is Lyra Heartstrings and as of last night, I became a killer.
No, don’t turn away, don’t leave. My story is not what it sounds like. So sit down, grab a chair and listen. Listen to the story of how I killed my mare friend. They say it was an accident; a mistake that any newcomer could have made. I know better. My pride and arrogance killed her; my beloved Bon-Bon. Now she is damned. Cursed to roam the endless night as a bloodsucking monster, just like me. Oh, did I forget to mention that I am a Vampony? That was kind of important. I suppose that to do this story justice, I will need to go back to the beginning. The very beginning to when that strange black pegasus came to town.
It would have been about 6 months ago when he came. A pegasus as black as night. Both his fur and his mane were pitch black. The only colour came from his cutie mark; A bright red Templar Cross, with a white line around the edge. Something about him made me uneasy, but no matter what I could never put my hoof on what it was. Maybe the eyes, red tinged amber that looked like they had seen all the world; far more than any one pony could possibly have seen.
The day was bright and sunny; the weather team had outdone themselves this time and I was out in the park, sitting back up on one of the benches, practicing with the lyre that was the source of my cutie-mark. Across from the park I could see into the store front of ‘Bon-Bon’s finest sweets and candies.’ Inside, seated at the counter was Bon-Bon, the one that I was lucky to be able to call my special somepony.
Plucking out a familiar melody on the strings, I watched as the pegasus wandered around the park, keeping mostly in the shade of the trees. Nothing that unusual about that, but after living in a town inhabited by Pinkie Pie, my perception of unusual may be a little skewed.
He seemed to notice me and sauntered over to the bench sitting down next to me.
“In all my years, I have never seen a pony sit like that. How can you stand it? It looks painful.”
Once again, some pony was calling out the strange way I liked to sit. It was beneficial for my playing; I could hold it with my front hooves and play with my magic. If I had to also hold it with my magic, I would not be able to play it as well.
“I’m sorry, that was rude. My name is DeVille, who are you?” He extended his hoof out to me. I took it, noticing that it was slightly cooler that I would have expected it to be.
“I’m Lyra, Lyra Heartstrings.” I gently floated my lyre down to my side.
“No, don’t stop for me. Your music sounded so nice, I just had to come over and say hello."
Despite his request, I did not resume my playing. It would have been rude, not to mention that I could not talk and concentrate of playing well at the same time.
“So what brings you to Ponyville, Mr. Deville?” Ponyville was a tiny little town; almost everypony knew everypony and I was sure I had never seen him before. His striking black appearance would have caught attention, even in a land where ponies appeared in every colour of the ‘bow.
“Taking a trip out to Canterlot. Was meant to be a right through, but the train broke down and we all were shipped out here for the day. Train should be fixed by tomorrow morning though.” He laughed slightly at the turn of fate. Again I noticed something odd about him; he was making a effort not to show his teeth clearly, but also making the effort not to appear as if that was his goal, but that it was simply coincidence. What possible reason could he have for hiding his teeth? From what I could see, they were a dazzling pearly white, cleaner than anyponies except maybe the town dentist, Colgate. She was fanatical about dental hygiene.
“Would you like me to show you around? Ponyville is small, but has plenty of interesting places to go," I said, getting up from the bench.
“Certainly, if you are offering. This seems like a very quaint little village, very rustic compared to what I normally see. What is there to do here?” DeVille replied smoothly.
“Well, there is the Golden Oaks library, if you are into that sort of thing; Bon-Bon’s finest sweets and candies is great too. Sugarcube corner is the best for pastries and cakes.” I was starting to ramble a bit. He chuckled politely.
“Is there anywhere we can go and get a drink, you look a little thirsty,” Deville said. I hadn’t noticed until he brought it up, but I was thirsty. All that time out in the sun was catching up to me.
“Sure, follow me. Sugarcube corner does a great malt." I led him around town, pointing out various landmarks until we reached Sugarcube corner. Inside, I ordered a vanilla malt for myself from Mrs. Cake.
“Just an empty glass please,” Deville said when I asked him what he wanted. Pulling out a flask from his saddle-bag, he filled the glass when it arrived with a deep crimson liquid. “I have… very specific dietary needs,” he explained, “This is just a tomato juice mix my doctor recommended for travelling."
I shrugged and waited for my malt to arrive. It was delicious as always; the Cakes really knew their stuff when it came to treats. All too soon it was gone, and as Deville was just finishing up his own drink, we said goodbye to the Cakes and headed back out into the sun. Deville flinched slightly upon exiting, raising a hoof to cover his eyes, but continued none the less. We continued our tour of Ponyville when I saw Deville looking back at another pony I felt was slightly familiar. She was looking into the window of a record store, her grey coat gleaming in the sun.
He shrugged and kept on walking. We walked on for about another fifteen minutes, until I noticed that Deville was swaying a little on his hooves. He noticed it as well. “Do you think we could get out of the sun for a bit, I’m feeling a little bit faint,” he said. I turned and led him towards a nearby alley, the space in between buildings was fully shaded.
He walked in and sat down, grateful to get out of the sun. “Just a touch of heatstroke. Give me a few minutes and I should be fine.” He gave me a tight lipped smile and motioned for me to sit down next to him.
“Get away from her, you fiend,” a voice called out from the alley entry.
A pony in a white garb, hooded, so that we could not see their face stood in the entryway to the alley. From their voice, they appeared to be a mare, and she was able to stand and walk upon her hind legs only. From one hoof, a long silver stake dangled, strapped to her wrist by leather. A small crossbow was nestled in the other, with a silver arrow loaded and ready to fire. She took aim with the crossbow.
“Die again, you unholy monster,” she called out, traces of a refined Canterlot accent present behind the disgust. With that she fired the crossbow. The bolt streaked out towards us.
I don’t know why I did what I did, but I pushed DeVille out of the way, hoping to get us both clear of the shot before it landed. I was half successful. Deville cleared the line of fire, but a sudden throb and lance of pain made it clear that the bolt had hit me.
I fell down to the alley floor, unable to move my legs. Looking up at alley entrance, I could see the mare drop back to all fours and dash away, her dark brown black tail flowing in the wind behind her. Deville looked from her retreating figure then back to me, indecision clear on his face.
“Lyra, hold on, you are going to be fine. It’s just a flesh wound.”
Deville was a terrible liar. Even to my untrained eye, the crossbow bolt was clearly a fatal wound. They say that you feel a moment of extreme peace when you accept the truth that you are going to die, but all I could feel was that dying bucking HURT.
“Tell Bon-Bon that I love her,” I managed to splutter out weakly.
Deville looked down at me, seemingly coming to a decision in his mind. “Do you want to live?” he called down to me. His voice was beginning to become indistinct and my vision was blurring. “If I could offer you the chance to live, would you take it?”
I nodded, no longer able to speak. Deville brought his head down close to my neck and I felt something clamp down, though there was no pain. After a moment, he returned to my line of sight. His mouth was bloody. He brought his own hoof up to his mouth and bit on it, a dark crimson dripping down between his teeth. As my vision faded away the last thing I heard was him calling to me “DRINK.” Something warm and salty entered my mouth, but I could remember no more.
When I awoke, I was in a bed, but not one that I could recognize. Looking around, I could see that it was night-time out the window. Turning my attention to my own body, I was amazed to see that the wound to my body was fully healed; only the faintest traces of a scar line remained. A noise from the corner called my attention. DeVille was resting on a couch. Without looking away from the window, he spoke to me.
“You are awake at last. That's good. I was afraid that I was too late to save you.”
I tried to get up, but a wave of lethargy kept me flat on the bed.
“What happened, what did you do to me?” I called out to him, noticing for the first time that two of my teeth felt funny. They were longer than they should have been, sharper too.
"I suppose I should tell you, seeing as how what happened now applies to you as well. We were attacked by an ancient order of assassins, the Monks of the Silver Sun. A group that was established by Celestia back during the reign of Discord, if you believe the legends. I had thought their brotherhood disbanded in these modern times however. Seems I was wrong, and you I’m afraid had to pay the price for my mistake.”
“So what did you do to me?” I asked, slightly scared about the answer.
“I am afraid that I did the only thing I could to save you. I gave you some of my blood. It healed your wound up instantly, but at a terrible price. You…” He turned to me, allowing me to see his face clearly. Two gleaming and wickedly sharp fangs jutted down from the roof of his mouth, “have been, like me, turned Vampyre.”
I screamed.
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
Chapter 2: I can't be dead, can I?
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
By: Fimbulvinter
Chapter 2: I can’t be dead, can I?
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I kept screaming until DeVille came over and forced my mouth shut. Unfortunately for me, my tongue got caught between one of my new fangs and the base of my lower jaw. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth, but where I would have normally felt revulsion, my body strangely accepted it. It almost felt right, and I felt a strange yearning for more.
Taking his hooves off of my muzzle, Deville sat back down. I freed my tongue from my fang, still not entirely believing it, and felt as the injury to it healed in a matter of seconds. I got up from the bed and rushed over to a mirror hanging on the wall. I peered into it and saw... nothing. Not my face that I had expected to see, nor the sitting figure of DeVille who should have been in the shot. It simply reflected an empty room.
I turned to DeVille, fear creeping into my voice “What did you do to me?”
DeVille looked back outside the window again. “You were dying. When you took the bolt trying to get me out of the way, it ruptured one of your major arteries. You would have bled out in minutes, nowhere near enough time to even get you to a doctor, much less for them to try and stabilize you. Seeing as how this was all my fault, I had to step in and save you if I could. The only way I could do that was to turn you. You are now Lyra Heartstrings, Vampony Fledgling.”
“So what happens now?” I was terrified of what the answer may be; was I going to be forced to live in seclusion for the rest of my days, having to dig underground every day in order to avoid being roasted by the sun, or was I going to be a slave to his will; forced to serve as a bride to this pony I only met only half a day prior?
“What happens now, is that you need to feed. Once you have some blood in you, then I can explain what we will need to do and what is going to happen to your life.” DeVille pulled out his flask again and filled a glass full of his ‘tomato mix’. At the mere sight of it, my body started longing for it; a powerful alien hunger clouding my brain. “As you will have doubtless guessed by now, this is in fact blood. Don’t think, simply drink it down," he said, offering me the glass.
Almost of its own accord, my magic reached out and grabbed the glass from him, levitating it over to my mouth. It smelled delicious, but I recoiled from the action. Eventually my body won out, and the glass was tipped into my mouth.
The moment the first drop of blood hit my tongue it was like a bolt of lightning. It tasted so good. Like the finest of the Apple family’s cider, combined with the vanilla malt from Sugarcube Corner. It was heaven; like digging into the nectar of Bon-Bon’s snatch, her velvety folds secreting a honey wine sweeter than any candy. I felt myself grow moist, as arousal began to seep through my body. If DeVille had not been watching me, I would have started to clop myself raw.
Far too quickly for my liking the glass was empty and I looked over at DeVille. “More.” It was the only thing on my mind. I needed more. I no longer cared what it was, I simply needed more of it. DeVille refilled the glass about halfway; there wasn’t any more in his flask. I lunged at the glass and greedily gulped it contents down, savouring the sweet taste once again. Eventually it became clear that the glass was empty and I was going to get no more from it.
DeVille watched me settle down. I did feel a little bit more stable now that I had drunk the blood.
“Now that you have had your first drink, you need to learn about the Vampyre condition,” Deville started off. “Much of what you have heard in legends or read in that Moonlight Saga series is false. Firstly, you will not die in the light of the sun. Not instantly at least," he added after a moment. "You saw what happened to me when we spent too much time in the direct sun. I became woozy, yes?”
I nodded at him, the taste of blood still lingering on the tip of my tongue, driving me mad. I wanted more. I could smell it around me.
“Well, the Vampony can withstand the light of the sun for short periods with no ill effects, save for discomfort of the eyes. Constant exposure will drain you of your powers and leave you weak, and eventually, yes it will kill you. But before you freak out about that, you would have to remain in the sun for well over a full day for that to happen. As you become older, your resistance to the sun will increase, but you will never become immune to it. And before you ask, yes you are now immortal. Eternal life and eternal youth are now yours. So long as you do not do anything foolish, you will endure until the end of all existence. You are not invincible, however. You can still be destroyed, either by the sun or by the actions of others. Wood and silver are now your dreaded enemies.”
“So that is why that pony had silver weapons?” I asked
“Yes exactly. The purity of silver is a bane to our flesh, and the flesh of all supernatural creatures. It will burn you simply on contact. Should you have any silver at your home, dispose of it as quickly as you can.”
I perked up at the mention of my home; did this mean that I would be able to return there soon? Maybe this was all just a bad dream… “What else is there, am I only able to drink blood now? Do I have to be invited into another ponies home, do I get all kinds of cool magic spells or the ability to transform into a bat?” I pulled out the only pieces of vampyre lore I could remember, mostly from the first of the Moonlight Saga books before I threw it away in disgust.
“Yes to the first, yes to the second, no to the third. Yes, the only thing you will now be able to ingest is blood. To attempt to eat or drink anything else will induce you to vomit it back up at once. It is not a pretty sight, so do not attempt it. You will find that all foods and drink now smell unappealing to you, so you may not find yourself tempted to try. Yes, the only way that you can enter another ponies home to be invited in by someone who lives there, though there are ways around that rule if you know how. Once invited, you can come and go as you please until a pony revokes the invitation, at which you will have to leave at once. Public places and rental homes are exempt from this rule, you may enter those freely. No, you cannot turn yourself into a bat or any other creature; not unless you have magic that already allows you to do so. While vampirism does grant you new and powerful magicks, shape-shifting is not one of them.”
DeVille paused for a moment, taking a long look out of the window. “Along with your eternal life, you will heal any injury you sustain in moments, at the cost of some of your stockpiled blood reserve. Injury sustained from contact with silver however will heal very slowly, about the rate that you would have healed before being turned. Feeding will speed up the healing process again but it is best to avoid contact with silver entirely."
"And on the subject of blood; as a new fledgling, you will need a lot of blood to maintain your strength. The blood of any creature can sustain you, but that of a pony, like that which you just had will be the most effective," he said, indicating the empty glass. a few drops had pooled in the bottom and I picked it up before trying to lick up those last few precious droplets.
Now that I had had some time to process what was being said, the feeling of revulsion towards the drinking of the blood returned, threatening to make my stomach turn.
“And now, most important of all. You must ensure that nopony ever sees your fangs. There is a reason why Vamponies are still only talked of as legend and myth, not fact. Should you ever be found out, it could mean the heads of all the Vamponies of Equestria, of which there are more than a few. If you get caught, we can offer no assistance and you will be left to fend for yourself. This is a fact for all vamponies."
“Finally, take care not to awaken to hunger inside you.” This last comment got my attention. “Inside you now is the curse that made all of us what we are. If ever it is threatened it will emerge and do what ever is required for survival. Should you find yourself on the edge of starvation or badly injured, any situation where your blood supply is extremely low, you may enter a frenzy, attacking innocent ponies indiscriminately in search of blood. You will have no control over your actions, but will be left facing the consequences. You must be vigilant to keep up your supply of blood to prevent this from happening. Investing in a Cryo-chest and storing bags from the local blood bank is the most common method.”
There was so much information to absorb, and yet I had little difficulty keeping up.
“One last thing, which is my personal favourite. You will find as a by product of all you senses becoming sharper that you sex-life will improve. You can last longer, cum harder and give far more pleasure to any partner or to yourself than you have ever been able to do before. I think you had a taste of that just now when you drank the blood. You will find that feeding naturally activates your libido, linking the two acts of feeding and sex together, and engaging in one may naturally lead to the other.” I blushed at the mention of sex. While not a prude, I still believed that there were some things that should only be mentioned by the parties involved.
“Given that this is my fault, I am going to train you to control your abilities, and on how to blend in. Good thing there is a large spooky forest just nearby. Once I am confident that you can handle things, then we may be able to re-intergrate you into your old life. Also we need to find out if that mare identified you. If she did, then I am sorry, but your old life is over. Now lets get going; we need to be in cover before the sun comes up.
Far away in Canterlot, a grey hoof picked up a file from a cabinet. Opening it she looked at a photo of a pitch black pegasus. She scanned the file, looking for any pertinent information.
Gender – Male
Closing and returning the file, the agent adjusted her neck tie and picked up her bow. She had a performance to get to, after all.
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
Chapter 3: A Normal life, Yeah.
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.
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Tugging at my undead heartstrings
Chapter 4: Kill me, or how I learned to stop worrying and love the Vampony
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
By: Fimbulvinter
Chapter 4: Kill me, or how I learned to stop worrying and love the Vampony
Twilight
I sped into my library, grabbing a quill and ink from the side table before settling down to write a message to the princess.
‘Dear Princess Celestia We have a problem in Ponyville. I think that one of the mares here, Lyra Heartstrings may actually be a vampony, as impossible as it sounds. She just returned from an unexplained 6 month absence with a black pegasus, and I saw her bite her mare friend on the neck. She had fangs. Please, I’m scared that she may have seen me and come after me next. What should I do?
Your Faithful student Twilight Sparkle’.
I rolled up the parchment and ran up to where spike was asleep in his basket.
“SPIKE! Get up now,” I yelled, kicking his basket over. He got up slowly, shooting daggers at me as he did so.
“What’s going on Twilight, why are you so panicky? Your report on arcane focusing crystals isn’t due for another twop days, and you are done already.”
“I saw something in town, and the princess needs to be told right away.” I held out the parchment for him to take.
“It’s two AM, Twilight. Can’t this wait until morning, I was having the ice-cream dream again”
“No Spike, send it now and stay up in case she decides to respond.”
Spike shrugged and blew his green dragon fire over the scroll, watching as it evaporated away. “Well, there it goes but I don’t think that the princess will respond right away. She should be asleep at the moment. What is so important that it could not... BUUURRP.”
A response scroll belched out of his mouth and I snagged it before it could hit the ground. I opened it and scanned the contents
‘Dear Twilight Tell no-one the contents of this scroll, not even Spike, it will self destruct after you have read it.
You have stumbled onto one of the dark secrets of Equestrias past, something I always suspected that you would. Report to Canterlot Castle at once, we have much to discuss. Again tell nopony about this.
Celestia Regent of the Silver Sun’
The scroll burst into flames on my desk, reducing it to cinders, but somehow not damaging the other contents in any way. I looked at the charred remains in disbelief; Celestia had never used that title before. I had no idea what that meant.
“Twilight, what is going on? You’re acting weirder than when you forgot that friendship report.” Spike was concerned for me, this was touching, but a direct order from the princess could not be overlooked.
“I’m sorry, Spike, but I can’t tell you right now, princess’s orders,” I said to Spike before gathering up my saddle bags. Checking to see that I had everything I was likely to need for a trip to Canterlot, I simply teleported out, re-appearing in an open field north-east of Ponyville. I paused for a moment to get my bearing before ‘porting again.
Some time ago, I had set up a selection of magical homing beacons for use in a situation like this. They allowed me to rapidly teleport myself from Ponyville to Canterlot, by establishing a series of waypoints that I could lock onto and track through the un-space of the teleportation matrix, boosting out my range and accuracy. Where it would normally take the better part of a day to reach the place, I could now get there on my own is less than 5 minutes.
The last jump took me directly into the throne room, where I was surprised to see Celestia sitting. It was still the middle of the night; Luna’s court was meant to be in session now.
Celestia lacked any of her normal graceful nature tonight. She wore a robe I had never seen before, emblazoned with an image of her cutie mark done up entirely out of silver thread, and everything about her screamed ‘all business.’
“Twilight, thank you for coming so quickly. The matter I am about to discuss with you does not leave this room. Are we clear?”
I had never seen Celestia so serious before. I nodded quickly.
“Good, now tell me something. What do you know of the protection spells that Luna and I cast to make Equestria safe?”
A question to which I knew the answer perfectly; every schoolchild learned about the spells they cast following the Age of Discord. “You and Luna created spells that removed all of the dangers from this land, making Equestria safe for all the types of ponies that live here.”
Celestia nodded gravely. “Do you believe that?”
I did, after all it was in all the books. And Equestria seemed a very safe place to live; crime, murder almost never happened. “Yes I do.”
“Then you are a fool, Twilight Sparkle. I had hoped that one as smart as you would have been able to see past the clear lies and political bullshitting such a story entailed. While we did cast spells, none of them were as effective as everypony believes. Surely you noticed things like the Ursa, the Hydra, not to mention Cerberus.” I nodded remembering all those incidents, and the Princess was right, the protection spells were meant to keep monsters like those out. “Those spells are there mostly to make ponies think that they are protected. Ignorance is bliss.”
Celestia motioned for me to follow her. “Come with me Twilight, It is time you learned the truth about yourself and one the many dirty secrets behind the throne.” Celestia led me into her private chamber, and opened a secret stairway behind her bed. The passage was small, but very clean, something that appeared to be used frequently. Two tunnels ran off of it; One descending into the depths of the castle. The other ran off into the darkness but appeared to stay level with this floor.
“Equestria is not the safe place that you think it is. Monsters, vampires, werewolves, they all exist and are all kept from the public eye through the actions of some very dedicated ponies.” The passage opened up into a large chamber, filled with sparing equipment, weapon and armour racks, photos of various ponies lined the wall. Some of the photos had been crossed with a red X. The silver symbol of Celestia’s sun hung above everything.
Three ponies were currently in engaged in some kind of fight, each using weapons and attacking the others. A pegasus stallion was wielding some kind of whip, while a unicorn was holding steady behind a solid looking shield. All however stopped as soon as Celestia entered the chamber, dropping into a low bow.
“Twilight, this is the headquarters for the Monks of the Silver Sun. They act as my enforcers behind the scenes. If a monster or supernatural creature appears, they are dispatched to eliminate it, quickly and quietly before knowledge of its existence can spread to the general public.”
Celestia looked hard at me. “My school for gifted unicorns holds a secondary purpose, as do all of the state sponsored schools – to seek out the most powerful and loyal ponies and to gauge if they could be recruited. When I took you on as my apprentice, it was with the intent that you would become one of these monks. Your magic would have made you a powerful assassin for the royal cause with the right training and conditioning. However it soon became clear that you were the one to wield the element of magic, thus I refocused my attention to you stopping Nightmare Moon, and decided that you did not need to know about this less savoury side of government. But if you are correct and a member of Ponyville has been turned, then I’m afraid you have forced my hoof in this matter.”
Celestia turned her attention to the three agents waiting at attention. “Agent Philharmonica, come here.” A grey coated mare with purple eyes and a black brown mane and tail approached and saluted the Princess.
“Twilight, this is Octavia Philharmonica von Clef; she is one of my most competent agents. She will accompany you back to Ponyville and investigate this ‘Lyra’ you mentioned. If it turns out that she is indeed a vampony, she will deal with this threat in a discreet manner; you will not need to get your hooves dirty.”
Octavia turned to me. “So you are the famous Twilight Sparkle. Our Lord has told us much of you. Can you describe the mare I will be tracking?” I noticed that she had the classic refined Canterlot accent that most of the upper crust was known for.
“Lyra is a unicorn mare with amber eyes, a green coat…”
Octavia interrupted me “And a two tone mane?”
“Yes, have you met her before?” I asked.
“Possibly, if it is the same mare, I’d say that it is a very good chance you are right, and she is a blood sucking abomination. I encountered a mare matching her description 6 months ago while tracking a known vampony; she got in the way during an engagement. If she is still alive then she must have been turned. Vamponies don’t leave loose ends.”
Lyra
In a perverse way, I was getting exactly what I had wanted. Bon-Bon and I could be together forever. And I mean forever forever. She would be young and pretty everlasting. We could live however we wanted once we had both learned control. So why did I feel so rotten about the whole thing? Likely because of the way it had gone down, and how I had acted. The moment of lust gone, I was now ready to die of shame if I wasn’t already dead. I hadn’t given Bon-Bon any choice in the matter, never asked if she wanted to be turned. Maybe she would have rather died than become one of the undead. I would never truly know.
Our house was now fully ablaze behind us. With a practiced ease that indicated that this was not his first purging, DeVille had carefully weakened structural supports and lit fires in key spots to ensure that no evidence would remain. Nopony had seen me return, and they would most likely think that Bon-Bon had perished in the fire when she did not turn up at a hospital. Aside from the grief that would certainly visit our friends in the town, we had gotten away clean.
DeVille told me to go back to the fortress in the Everfree, with Bon-Bon on my back. He was going to get some emergency supplies that we would need before we made a decision about where to head to next. Bon-Bon needed to be acclimatised, and we needed to keep an eye on what was going on in Ponyville to make sure that we weren’t being followed.
The trip back through the forest was uneventful. For some reason, the creatures of the Everfree could sense that we were unnatural and avoided us for the most part. A couple of times during my stay here before, a larger creature would try and well, free lunch.
The fortress was just as we had left it that evening, not surprising as nopony ever came willingly into this part of the forest. The most anypony would normally come was to that zebra’s hut, and that was still close to the outskirts.
I put Bon-Bon down onto one of the mats we used for when we rested during the day, and made sure she was a comfortable as I could. Going on my own transformation, she would not be aware of any of this, but even still, I wanted to treat her right.
With Bon-Bon tucked in there was nothing to do but wait for DeVille to show up with his supplies, whatever those were. And it seemed I would not have to wait long for that. DeVille appeared in the entry hall with a bulging saddlebag filled with what I saw were blood-packs from the Ponyville emergency clinic. I was not remotely hungry, still being full of Bon-Bon, but she would be starving when she woke.
“Nothing to do now but settle in; another few hours at the most,” DeVille said, checking on Bon-Bon the moment he put his saddlebags down.
Another few hours in which my mind could beat me up over my inability to control myself. We both settled in to watch Bon-Bon; neither one of us speaking.
Twilight
Standing before us was a total wreck of a home. The house in which Bon-Bon had been living alone for the last 6 months now stood gutted, burned to the ground. Weather ponies had been able to contain the fire, preventing it from spreading to the surrounding houses, but this home was a total write off. None of the neighbours nor the Ponyville hospital had seen Bon-Bon after the fire, and the current theory was that she had been trapped inside. Two police ponies were combing the scene as we and much of the town watched. An arson inspector had been called to investigate, but was some time away.
“Rather convenient, wouldn’t you say?” Octavia asked me.
“What do you mean? Somepony may have died in there,” I replied. She was not taking this at all seriously.
“What I mean is that within hours of a likely vampony attack, the house in which it happened is destroyed in a fire, tainting any evidence that could have been found. I doubt that we will get anything of use here.” Octavia turned to leave as one of the officers came outside to speak with EMT ponies.
I quickly cast an auditory spell allowing me to hear what was being said.
“We didn’t find a body, but there were some blood stains on the carpets, very fresh, if you can separate the damage caused by the fire. Preliminary work indicates that it matches the owner’s type. I’d say it’s likely she perished.” I turned the spell off at that point; I had heard all I needed to.
Octavia was not impressed with the report when I mentioned it t her. “If you wanted to get out of town without being seen where would you go?”
“The Everfree forest; everypony avoids it if they can help it, plus once you are in, the dense foliage makes tracking almost impossible.”
“Can you think of any place that you would go, if you had to flee into the forest?”
I nodded. “The ancient fortress of the Pony Sisters. It’s a ruin now, but is the safest place inside the forest.”
“Take me there.” Octavia started to trot over towards the path leading to the forest entrance. “If we hurry we might be able to catch them. Turning a newborn will slow them down; we might get there in time to keep the monster from rising at all.”
I was incensed at her casual classification of two ponies that I had known and considered to be friends as monsters. “Octavia, these ponies are not monsters, they are my friends.”
“No they are not; not anymore. The ponies you knew are gone, replaced by a creature that endlessly thirsts for your blood, and will stop at nothing to ensure that their thirst is sated. You saw it yourself. A single scratch was all it took for Lyra to shed her control and become a bloodsucking monster. I cannot allow such a threat to Equestria to exist. For the good of all ponies everywhere and in the name of Celestia, I am going to find them and destroy them all.”
I was shocked at the venom I heard in her voice. Even to me, it was clear that Octavia was acting far above her role as a professional. To her, this was personal. And that made her dangerous, not only to her enemies, but to herself as well.
I led Octavia to the entry to the Everfree, pausing a moment while Octavia pulled out what looked like a Cello bow. Closer inspection showed that the hair of the bow had been replaced with silver wire. I watched as Octavia rose up onto her hind hooves and continued walking bipedal along me, the bow now strapped to one of her front hooves. Such an action required near impossible strength, but she was an Earth Pony after all; they were just naturally built stronger.
Since Nightmare Moon, I had been back to the fortress on a few occasions for study. I knew the way there, and remembered each of the trials she had subjected us to on the way. Steven Magnet was splashing around in the river, so I just teleported us across; something I could have done the first time we met, though it would have robbed Rarity of her chance to express her element.
The rope bridge where Dash had met the Shadow Bolts had long since been replaced by me. Sturdy new ropes and fresh wooden planks spanned the gap. Over the bridge we caught sight of the fortress and Octavia called for a halt. Voices could be heard over in the distance, from inside the base of one of the outer towers.
Moving up slowly, we caught sight of two ponies, Lyra and that black pegasus, both sitting down and watching over the body of a third, cream coloured pony. It had to be Bon-Bon.
Octavia motioned for me to stop. “Now we wait for the opportune time.”
Lyra
Bon-Bon lay at my hooves. From what DeVille told me, she should be rising up any moment now. Part of me knew that I should not be there, and allow her to come to terms with what I did away from me, but a stronger part said that I would not let her go through finding out was she was without me.
Fortunately I did not have to wait long. Within moments, Bon-Bon began to stir on the ground, legs twitching as her eyes slowly opened. A pair of fangs could now be seen protruding from her mouth, but she did not appear to notice them just yet.
Bon-Bon took one look around, saw me and instantly backed away, slamming into one of the towers walls, cracking it slightly. I stood still and waited for the inevitable barrage of outrage and questions.
“Lyra, you, you bit me! You’re a vampony, oh sweet Celestia, you’re a vampony. Help POLICE, somebody help me, my mare-friend is a vampony.”
I could not answer her; all she said was true, but DeVille stepped in and took over the conversation. His voice was calm, quiet, but radiated authority, the kind of voice that could cut through even the most heated of debates. “Bon-Bon, remain calm. I can explain everything.”
It worked to a degree. Bon-Bon stopped trying to force her way through the wall and turned to him, though she was still very tense.
“You are right, Lyra is a vampony, as am I. She has been one since the day she disappeared. None of it was intentional, I was meant to be passing through, but got stuck in Ponyville for the day. Lyra showed me around and got caught in the middle of a feud between me and a clandestine group that thinks of us as monsters. She was badly hurt and the only way to heal her was to turn her. I brought her here to train her until I thought she was ready to return to you, but she cracked when you cut yourself on the glass. She drained you of almost all of your blood, far more than you could afford to loose.”
Understanding blossomed over her face. “Wait, does that mean that…” Bon-Bon ran her tongue over her mouth, stopping at the two fangs. “Am I a vampony now too?”
DeVille nodded. “I know that this may come as a great shock, but I can assure you that you will find it quite tolerable once you get used to it.”
Bon-Bon wasn’t listening anymore; she was muttering to herself. “I’m a vampony, I’m a vampony, I’m a vampony.”
Her face brightened as she processed what she was saying. “I’m a vampony now, HOW COOL IS THAT. I’M A VAMPONY, WHOOOO!!!” She started jumping up and down on the spot.
DeVille turned to me. “She seems to be taking the news rather well. Something I don’t know about?”
I just watched as Bon-Bon came down slightly, still beaming at me though. “Oh, this has been one of my secret fantasies for as long as I can remember. Vamponies, so dark and sensual, everything about them drips romance.”
I was stunned at the change in her. All this time I had though that she was going to hate me. It seemed that she was over the moon about the news though. Never saw that one coming.
“Don’t get so excited, Bon-Bon. Remember that you will have to drink blood from now on.” DeVille was trying to act as the voice of reason.
“Oh I know that. I’ve read all the stories; The Moonlight saga, Real Blood, Count Neighcula, and honestly, it wouldn’t be the first time. I went through a bit of a phase when I was younger, rebelling against my parents.”
I found my voice at this point. “So let me get this straight, you actually like the fact that you are now a vampony?” Bon-Bon nodded rapidly.
“Yes, but don’t think this means I forgive you for how you went about it. You could have just asked me.”
DeVille pulled out one of the blood packs he had liberated from the hospital. “Well then, here is the first meal of the rest of your life.” He handed the pack to Bon-Bon who looked at it with mixed feelings. Her eyes and mouth watered for it, but she seemed to hesitate, much like I did when offered blood for the first time. Taking it would be to confirm beyond all doubt that she was no longer a normal pony.
Eventually Bon-Bon simply shrugged and tore off the tip of the pack, upended it into her mouth and chugged the entire thing. Sensual moans escaped her lips as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the rich, crimson liquid. Just watching her was getting me horny.
Bon-Bon drained the last of the blood from the pack, desire burning in her eyes. “Oh, Wow. Is it always like this?”
DeVille nodded. “For pony blood it is, and it is even better when taken direct from the source, as Lyra here can attest. If you can keep control over it, the act of feeding will be the most pleasurable thing both you and the donor will ever experience, but before we get side-tracked too far, we need to decide where to go from here. Ponyville believes you to be dead; to return there would almost certainly bring down hunters on you. We need to go somewhere there is both plenty of food and easy places to hide out. A large city would be best, we can hide in plain sight, and nopony will notice if a homeless pony or two goes missing.”
“Manehattan, it’s not to far way and fits the bill,” I called out. I had been to Manehattan for performances several times. It had a sizable beggar population, and multiple hospitals and blood banks. Three vamponies could camp out there for a long time and stay under the radar.
“So what else is there? Do we live forever, can we enter a church, and do we get all kinds of cool powers?” Bon-Bon was so eager to learn more about her new nature, it was almost like watching a young puppy, which in some senses was exactly what it was.
DeVille laughed. “Something tells me you are going to do fine, young one. Yes you will live forever, we can enter anywhere we have been invited, and we do get some cool powers. The exact breakdown differs depending on type, but earth ponies tend to get enhanced physical prowess. You will be stronger and will run faster than either of us. If you so desire, you will be able to climb up sheer walls a spider or a lizard would. And finally your earth pony magical connection to the ground gives you a limited ability as a Terrapath. As long as you are touching the ground, it will respond to your call and serve you as magic would a unicorn.”
“Cool,” Bon-Bon said almost reverently. I watched as she ran up to the nearest wall and put her front hooves on it. Lifting one of her back ones up as well, she stuck fast, hanging from the wall. In an almost Pinkie Pie display of lack of regard for the laws of physics, she clambered up the wall, walking with no more effort than if she was walking normally.
As she neared the top, Bon-Bon called out, “How do you get down?” As if triggered by her question, all of Bon-Bon’s hooves fell away from the wall as one, and gravity reasserted itself with a vengeance.
I watched as Bon-Bon fell down the full length of the tower, landing with a sickening CRACK, right on her neck. Tendons popped out, bones poking out of her chest, internal organs visible for all the world to see. For a moment she simply lay there, broken and twisted. I began to panic for her when I saw her wounds began to knit. Bones re-aligned themselves, flesh closed over, and within a few moments it was as if she had never fallen in the first place.
A quiet whistling sound followed by a muffled thud was heard somewhere behind me, but I paid it no mind, my focus was on Bon-Bon
I rushed over to her as she weakly got back to her hooves, looking over her for signs of lasting damage. With a solid crack of her neck she looked up to me. “Let’s never do that again,” she commented weakly. I nodded and helped her up the rest of the way.
I turned to DeVille, hoping to get some kind of answer and froze.
The now liberated head of DeVille rolled to a stop at my hooves. His decapitated body slumped to the ground, slowly starting to disintegrate into liquid blood. Behind him stood the pony from the alley. Standing on two hooves, she held a bloody cello bow in both her front hooves and had murder written across her face, her purple eyes flashing at us.
“That was for my father, you unholy demon spawn” She spat down at the corpse, before turning her attention towards Bon-Bon and myself.
We did the only thing we could think of to do. We ran, pausing only long enough to grab the bags of blood still in DeVille’s saddle bags. He wound not need them any more.
Twilight
I watched as Octavia beheaded the pegasus, having snuck up while he was distracted watching Bon-Bon clamber up a wall. Her attack had been swift and brutal, one single swipe with the bow, the silver wire cutting through his neck like a blowtorch through butter.
I stood there as Lyra and Bon-Bon; I could not bring myself to think of them as anything different than who they had always been, turned and saw Octavia standing there above the corpse of their friend and maker. They simply fled, moving faster than anypony I had ever seen; even Rainbow Dash would have a hard time keeping pace.
Octavia watched them go before turning to me.
“Report back to the Princess at once. Let her know what happened here. I have killed the elder, but the newborns escaped.”
“What? Where are you going?” I asked. Surely she would be coming back with me; she had just killed somepony after all. Reports had to be made, next of kin notified.
Octavia looked at me with mask of pure fury, cleaning her bow on a rag she picked up from the ground. “I’m headed for Manehattan”…
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
Chapter 5: Ponies with a side order of lam
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.”
“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.
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Tugging at my undead heartstrings
Chapter 6: A newborn Vampyre in Princess Celestia's Court
Tugging at my undead Heartstrings
By: Fimbulvinter
Chapter 6: A newborn vampyre in Princess Celestia’s Court
Octavia
Fast Eddie had come through for me. I now knew where my quarry were hiding. All that remained was to call for an extraction team and they were on their way now.
Disabling a vampony was easy enough if you knew how to do it. Stakes or bolts with a hypodermic tip loaded with colloidal silver. Didn’t kill them but left them in agony, unable to perform even the most basic of tasks until their bodies purged the silver. I personally never carried such a weapon – pure silver all the way for me. Why disable a monster only to kill it later when you could simply kill it now and be done with it?
Still orders were orders. I had to bring in at least one of them alive and talking. The princess had asked that I try to take them both in, but would understand if only one could be managed. While I may not get the pleasure of watching them die in front of me, I could at least watch as they squirmed in agony, the silver burning them from the inside. That was the part I like the best, watching them suffer. They were an unholy perversion of nature and should be stamped out whenever the chance arose. Taking pleasure in that couldn’t be wrong, could it?
The extraction team arrived in short order, and weapons were distributed. Nets, cages and silver hypo darts were provided, but I refused the latter. If one of them attacked, I was swinging to kill. Twilight Sparkle would just have to find another vampony to talk to.
Assuming that we were able to capture one or both of them, the cages we had built to transport them were a work of sadistic art. Silver chains kept the mares bound to a wooden board, should they escape that, the entire cage was built as a death trap. A quick release panel studded with wooden stakes hung from the ceiling. One flip of a switch and, Splat, Crushed vampony. I would be all too glad to flip that switch.
“Team leader ready,” One of the hit squad called out from down the street. I nodded and signalled for an incursion. All the members of the squad readied weapons and bust down the door that Fast Eddie had indicated. Shouts echoed out from the room, followed by two separate but equally loud screams. I strode in on my back legs, like a commander surveying the scene of a battle.
Inside the room, weighed down by silver netting, burns appearing anywhere the nets rubbed, the two vamponies I had been sent to capture writhed in agony. The smell of charred flesh rose to fill the room, in some ways it was an improvement over the rotting smells already there.
“Load them into the cages, take no chances, total incapacitation,” I ordered the ponies around me. They all nodded to me and proceeded to transfer the two screaming vamps into the transport caged.
I loved it when a plan comes together like this.
Twilight
The fact that Octavia had managed to capture both Lyra and Bon-Bon with no casualties was the talk of the entire organisation. They would be here by nightfall and I could really get my research underway. Studying in the archives had been fascinating but the problem was that there was almost no confirmed facts. Abilities brought up in The Vampire Menace I were contradicted by other claims in Legends of the Equestrian Dark . The only things that all the texts agreed on were things I already knew: That they were immortal, drank blood, and could not be seen in mirrors. All I could do now was to wait and try to think of questions to ask Lyra and Bon-Bon when they got here, assuming they would even talk to me at all. We used to be friends, surely that had to count for something, right?
Nightfall came not quickly enough and with it, the extraction team arrived, entering the castle through a number of secret entrances designed for just this kind of procedure.
I watched as two covered cages were wheeled into the main chamber and left alone at Celestia’s direction. Now it was my turn, time to learn what I could about for the longest time, I had thought to be nothing but legend.
Pulling back the cover over one of the cages I beheld a scene right out of a horror book. Bon-Bon was shackled to a board; silver manacles seared her directly down to the bone. Her neck, spine and all of her legs had been broken repeatedly, bone chips and fragments poking out through her skin. Despite all her injuries, she was still awake, her eyes tracking me, but not showing any sign of recognition. The only other movement was from her dislocated jaw, as she attempted to bare her fangs at me. One had been removed entirely, a gaping bloody hole where it used to be, the other one was chipped and broken.
Lyra’s cage was exactly the same, but she had also had her horn removed, a bleeding stump now all that remained. Burn marks and cuts littered her body. The pair looked like they had been tortured past the point at which they would have normally died, their undead nature keeping them awake through out their suffering. Octavia had clearly been very methodical in her disabling of the pair.
Octavia herself was still standing off to the side. I looked at her horrified at what she had done to these two, feeling vomit threaten to rise up in my throat. “Was all this really necessary?”
She looked at me, a sneer plastered all over her face. “All this and more. You haven’t spent any time out in the real world, hunting and tracking these things. The only way to keep them down is to hit them with silver, and break bones until they stop regenerating. Burn off their blood pool and they become weak, easy prey.”
I walked up to the cage, thrusting ethical concerns from my mind. I had a job to do, given to me by the princess herself; it would not do to waste time. Along with the cages, a box containing their personal effects had been brought. Inside was only a half dozen blood packs and a very small supply of bits.
Neither of the mares was in any shape to be able to talk right now. The only way I would be able to get information out of them would be to heal their wounds, which would also give me a chance to see first hand how their regeneration powers worked. If I could replicate that power myself, it would be the greatest advancement in medical science since ever.
“Bring me a full array of medical instruments, and some IV tubing,” I called out to the bouncy pegasus mare who had been assigned as my assistant for this project. She ran off and returned with an assortment of medical tools, and clear plastic piping.
I pulled out one of the blood packs and hooked the pipe to it, the other end I carefully inserted into Lyra’s mouth, taking care not to get to close. For all her injuries she still looked like she would take a bite out of me if I let her.
Blood began to flow down the piping and pooled in her mouth. For a moment nothing happened, then she suddenly began to swallow it as she realised what it was. Within moments, I could see her injuries begin to heal. Exposed bones reset themselves with no assistance, burn marks faded. Missing flesh simply grew out of the old surrounding tissues; even her horn began to regrow. It was truly a miracle of nature.
The blood pack ran dry, leaving Lyra still wounded but in far better shape than when she began. Her jaw had healed to the point that she could say a single word, “More.”
I hooked up another pack and watched again as she healed up, this time it was faster and cleaner. By the time the second pack emptied, Lyra appeared fully healed and alert again. She struggled against her bonds, the silver burning her skin again, before catching sight of me and freezing.
“Twilight? What are you doing here?” she asked me very carefully.” Honestly I wasn’t sure, but decided to tell the truth.
“Celestia had ordered me to research vamponies, so that we can understand more about them and what you have become. Can you tell me how you were turned into one? It would really help me here. You see, if I can learn how you do things like heal of fast, maybe I could replicate it for the good of all ponies.” Wrap it all up in a nice noble purpose; that would get her talking for sure.
Lyra on the other hoof had other ideas. “Why would I tell you anything? You’re working for the Silver Suns. Don’t deny it, I saw you the night Octavia killed DeVille. You want to know about us to make you a more efficient killer. Well I’m not telling you anythi…” She stopped midsentence when she caught sight of Bon-Bon in her cage, still in very poor shape.
“Oh, Goddess. Bon-Bon, what did they do to you?” Lyra breathed. Returning to me she spoke up again, “and you people call us monsters. When we feed, we don’t cause suffering. They even enjoy it most of the time. You and your kind are the monsters Twilight. How could you have joined them?”
Again I suppressed my ethical obligations. If it were up to me, I would have let them out, and we could talk like civilized ponies, but right now, keeping Bon-Bon in her current state was an advantage I could not waste. Didn’t make me feel any less dirty, though.
“Lyra, I don’t like to see you suffer, but I need to know about you. If you co-operate, then I can give Bon-Bon some blood and let her heal.”
Lyra hung her head in defeat; she knew I had the winning card in this hand. “Fine, what do you want to know?”
“Describe how you were turned in as much detail as you remember.”
Lyra recounted her tale to me, about how Octavia had shot her, something Octavia had failed to mention to me. About how DeVille had given her his blood and she had fallen asleep. When she awoke, she had fangs and a lust for mortal blood.
I took down notes regarding the transformation process. It seemed that merely being bitten wasn’t enough, unlike what several texts had indicated.
“Now give Bon-Bon blood like you promised” Lyra demanded, straining against her bonds again.
“In a moment, first I need something from you, I am sorry for this, but I need them for my research.” I levitated over a syringe and a scalpel to the cage. Jabbing the syringe into her flank, I drained out a large vial of blood, several mouthfuls at least, so that I could analyse it later. Also I cut out a chunk of her flesh, which was replaced almost instantly. There had to be some physiological aspect to how vamponies could remain alive after death, or how they regenerated so fast.
After I extracted her flesh and blood, I did as I said I would, and gave Bon-Bon a blood pack. Despite having the same amount of blood, and similar injuries, Bon-Bon healed significantly less than Lyra did, an affect of age perhaps. Lyra was an older vampony then Bon-Bon, did that make her stronger? So many things I could study.
I gave Bon-Bon another blood pack, again watching in fascination as her body repaired itself, somehow converting the liquid blood into pure energy to fuel its functions. She slowly returned to her senses, but seemed shocked that I was there, but not to release them. Clearly Lyra had not told her about me.
I left the pair in their cages, and retired to my lab to analyse the blood and necrotic flesh. The flesh turned out to be a bust, there was nothing different about it from normal dead flesh, but the blood was something else. The cellular structure of the blood had been radically changed, the cells having now been reconfigured to be unable to transport oxygen, but were moving something else, something I could not yet figure out: the life essence of a vampony. If I could replicate it, and transfer it to normal blood, maybe I could give regular ponies vampire abilities without the need for blood.
All through out my experiments, a voice kept niggling at the back of my head, telling me that some things cannot be studied from the outside; that if I wanted to truly understand the vampony, I had to become the vampony. It was the same voice that had convinced me to enchant by doll in order to manufacture a friendship problem for me to solve.
Such an idea was impossible; I had to maintain my objectivity. Plus being surrounded by a fanatical order dedicated to the destruction of vamponies didn’t help persuade me much.
Celestia came in shortly after my internal debate, asking what progress I had made. My notes on tissue regeneration seemed to interest her, but were also still woefully lacking in detail. I would just have to keep working on it.
When I realised that it was about 3 am, I decided to turn in for the remainder of the night. Lyra and Bon-Bon would still be there in the morning for me to question. Hopefully Bon-Bon would be more receptive to talking that Lyra was.
As I started to drift off to sleep, the voice came to me again. “Go on Twilight, take the blood, become a vampony. Think of all you could learn about them if you become one. Plus you would live forever, imagine all the research you could get done. Do it, Do it for science.” The voice was able to make a persuasive argument.
That was it, the last piece of convincing I needed. I knew now that I had to do this for science, and for Celestia. She would understand and protect me. After all this was her idea. If I was a vampony then I could experiment on myself and see how regeneration worked first hand. Think of all the data that would be gained. I may even be able to develop a cure, then all who were turned could become normal ponies again. Surely they would want that.
Ensuring that nopony was around, and that all the doors were locked, I grabbed the vial of Lyra’s blood I had extracted and looked at it in my hooves. From the outside, it looked just like any other ponies blood. But I knew this was special. Pulling out the stopper on top, I looked down at its contents.
‘For Science,’ I thought as I raised the vial to my lips…
Lyra
At first I wasn’t willing to believe it, but now there was no doubt. Twilight had gone over to the Suns fully. She was going to be no help to us. Bon-Bon and I were alone in a hostile stronghold, surrounded on all sides by ponies who wanted to kill us or watch us suffer, nopony knew we were there, and nopony was going to come looking for us. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, and would never tell Bon-Bon, there didn’t seem to be any way out of this.
We both just simply lay there, hanging limply against our restraints. There was no point in resisting. Maybe one of the ponies would grow tired and just put us out of our misery.
The sounds of a scuffle and somepony hissing and spitting made me look up, breaking me out of my cycle of depression. The sounds grew nearer, and Princess Celestia burst through the doors, dragging along in her magic a raving and feral Twilight, who was lashing and lunging out at anything she could get within range. Celestia came to a stop directly outside our cages.
“Please, you have to help her.” Celestia indicated Twilight, who was still trying to lunge and bite her.
“What happened to her?” Bon-Bon asked.
“It seems she tried to turn herself. She drank the entire vial of your blood, Lyra.”
This was bad news. DeVille hadn’t told me much, but he had made sure to note that you must never try to turn a pony without draining their blood first. If you didn’t then they always would end up insane, the two competing forces of life and death eventually destroying their minds.
“Did she drain her own blood first?” I asked
Celestia shook her head. “No, she simply drank yours. Is there anything you two can do for her?”
The only way I knew of was to drain her fully, and restart the process properly. I told the princess as much. “So she would be a vampony, but would be alive and functional?” I nodded at that assessment.
Celestia took and held a deep breath, before looking down at the feral creature she once called her student. “Is there no other way?”
At this point, I had had enough. “I’m only 6 months old, still considered a baby in the vampony hierarchy. I don’t know much more about being a vampony than you do. Someone had to go and kill my maker before he could teach me.” I shot a dirty look over at Octavia. It was returned with intensity.
Celestia nodded sadly. “Then do it.”
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
Chapter 7: I didn't see that one comming.
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
By: Fimbulvinter
Chapter 7: I didn’t see that one coming
A/N: In response to several pieces of reader feedback, this chapter has undergone several significant re-writes aimed at expanding on some of the later plot points.
“Then do it”
At Celestia’s direction, Bon-Bon and I were released from our cages, though under heavy guard. Twilight had settled down slightly, but was watching us was an odd expression, the kind that I had seen DeVille wear when he was tracking animals.
“Put her in the cage, we need her restrained,” I called out. Celestia floated Twilight over to the cage where I had been restrained and in one motion, fastened Twilight to the straps. She snapped again, snarling at everything and nothing all at once.
“Bon-Bon, I will need help with the draining.” Bon-Bon came over and joined me in the cage. I whispered over to her, just loud enough so that only she could hear me “Very slow, no sudden movements. Whatever you do, don’t loose control, please don’t loose control.” She nodded back.
“Princess, call the guards back, we need some room. While I understand the theory involved, I have never actually done this before, and having weapons shoved in my face is not helping,” I said out loud.
Celestia motioned for all the guards to step back. Most of them did, the others simply lowered their weapons slightly.
I looked over at Bon-Bon. “Ready?” I asked her
“As I’m gonna be,” was her reply.
Moving very slowly, we both lowered our mouths to Twilight neck, trying to avoid her own snaps and bites before latching on and drawing her blood. From the first sip, I could taste that something was wrong with her blood. Most blood I had tasted was smooth; rich and serene. This blood tasted angry, like pure rage. Bon-Bon was struggling to keep her control, so I pulled her off.
Twilight slowly became placid, as her blood was drained. Soon she was almost still, and it was time to begin the next stage. I reached up and bit into my leg, welling some of my own life-force into my mouth then I moved down and allowed it to spill into her mouth. She swallowed and almost instantly locked up, becoming totally still. I figured that meant I had done it right, as it was how Bon-Bon had looked when she was turned.
Bon-Bon and I withdrew from the cage. “She can be untied, the process will take about 6 hours for the first stage, and upwards of 2 months to finish after that. Somepony need to either donate some blood, or send out for blood packs from Canterlot General. When she wakes she will be hungry.”
Celestia nodded and dispatched one of her guards.
She turned back to me. “And now for the matter of what to do with you two.”
If I had body heat anymore, my blood would have turned to ice at that comment.
“Normally, I would have had you disposed of, but given the situation here, I cannot do that in good conscience. You saved Twilight after she made a very stupid mistake; one that was entirely her own fault. I am going to make you a once in a lifetime offer of clemency on three conditions. One: no killings. Two: if you get caught feeding all deals are off. Three: when she wakes, you two will teach Twilight how to control herself.”
“Somehow I doubt we will get as good a deal anywhere else,” I said, shrugging. “Deal.”
Celestia and I shook hooves.
“You may return to your lives in Ponyville if you so decide. You can use the official secondment act. Say that you had been recruited for royal duty if anypony asks. Where ever you go, Twilight will need to follow until you feel she is ready to strike out on her own.”
We quickly struck down the deal, and settled in to wait until Twilight would rise.
During the time, Celestia asked us about our experiences as Vamponies.
“Well, aside from the whole kidnapping, torture and attempted assassinations, it hasn’t been all that bad,” I deadpanned back at her.
“Touché,” she countered.
“All we want now is to be left in peace, allowed to live as close to a normal life as we can. We will take and train Twilight, but after that I don’t want to hear from you again.”
Celestia held up her hoof. “I swear to myself, providing you keep to our agreement, you will not see us again, right Octavia?”
We all looked over to see Octavia skulking away from the room.
“Yes, Princess,” came the reply through clenched teeth. She didn’t look back.
The unicorn that had left returned with a small box of blood packs a short time later. Finally there was nothing to do but wait.
It didn’t take long after that. Twilight seemed to turn abnormally quick, maybe it was her talent for magic, maybe her harmony element, either way she had turned in almost half the time it took me or Bon-Bon.
“Oh, Ow, Ow, Ow. My head,” she moaned, not noticing her still growing fangs now starting to protrude from her gums; the speed at which she had turned meant that they were still about the size of her normal teeth. “What happened to me? I remember being in my lab, then blacking out.”
Celestia took a very stern tone with her, almost as a mother would when scolding a child. “What happened was that you made the last mistake of your life and tried to turn yourself into a vampony by drinking Lyra’s blood. What were you thinking?”
Twilight huddled up on the ground. “That’s right; I needed to understand how the vampony body worked. I thought that if I became one, I could learn its secrets myself, for the good of all ponies. Seems like it didn’t work though. Left me kinda thirsty.”
Celestia picked up a blood pack and tossed it to her student. “Here, drink this, see how it makes you feel.”
Twilight looked at the pack and back up at Celestia. “What, what’s this? You said it didn’t work.”
“No, you said it didn’t work. When you drank the blood, it caused some kind of imbalance, and you became feral and rabid. The only way we had to save you was for Lyra and Bon-Bon to drain and turn you properly. Congratulations Twilight, You are a vampony after all, just like you wanted.”
Twilight’s eyes widened and she instantly brought a hoof up to examine her teeth. Her fangs had finally begun to lengthen. “What happens now?” she asked.
“First, drink the pack, it will make you feel more stable” Twilight opened the pack, sniffing the contents. Eventually she sipped it and paused before swallowing the entire thing a bit faster. Within a few moments, colour flushed her cheeks, and her eyes flashed at me. I grinned, knowing exactly what had just happened. Twilight had gotten her first taste of vampony arousal.
Celestia continued unabated.
“Now, Twilight. I want you to know just how disappointed I am with you. I thought I had trained you better than this. I understand why you did what you did, but that does not make it in any way right. You are very lucky these two were able to save you at all. I am sending you back to Ponyville with Lyra and Bon-Bon. There you will learn everything they have to teach until they are confident you are in control of yourself. Then and only then can we see what may be done about you.”
Celestia ushered us out of the room, towards a waiting chariot. I used the ride back home to explain to Twilight the finer points of vampony nature as we understood it. She blushed as the mention of sex however. Even after her time in Ponyville she was still really just a sheltered little filly at heart. I also showed her how to cast the illusion spell for her fangs. They had finally grown out enough to be noticeable to others.
As the chariot descended into the town square, we all tensed up and hid our fangs away. Bon-Bon simply had to clamp her mouth shut and leave the talking to me. Needless to say the town was shocked. When Bon-Bon did not surface after the fire, everypony assumed her dead. Twilight stepped in and took over the conversations, claiming official secrets and royal duties.
Eventually the crowds dispersed as they found that we would not budge on our stories. When we had a moment to ourselves, Twilight insisted that we go out into the Everfree and visit the zebra witch, Zecora.
“If I know her, she will be able to tell what we are. She may be able to help us, plus it will be better to go to her, rather than have her find out here in the middle of town. At least in the forest we can contain the situation if things get out of control.”
We all followed the trails out to the forest; Bon-Bon gasping as she saw the charred wreck that was our home. When I stopped to think about it, only just over a week had actually passed since that night. It seemed like a life time ago now. Twilight took the moment to try using her magic. I had explained to her that adding in blood could make her spells much more powerful, but at a potential loss of control. Her first attempt at picking up a rock ended up the same way as mine – total obliteration.
“Imagine your magic like a tap. Dial it back until only the faintest trickle is coming through. Then try to pick up the rock again.”
Twilight did so, concentrating hard and she did manage to life a rock safely off the ground. “I did it,” she called, breaking her concentration over the rock. I watched as it flew off into the forest, a passage the unfortunately sent it directly through Bon-Bon’s forehead. Normally such a move should be fatal, but for us it was little more than an annoyance.
Blood oozed out of Bon-Bon’s new ventilation, and we could see right through to the other side oh her head for a moment until the wound closed over. Twilight watched in total fascination. She had seen us heal from injuries before but this was something else. Bon-Bon’s eyes glazed over for a moment as her body refocused on healing.
“Damn it Twi, that hurts,” she called out, coming out of her trance and rubbing the now healed spot.
“Oh, Goddess. I’m sorry Bon-Bon. I didn’t mean to,” Twilight gushed out.
“No lasting damage I guess. Let’s just forget about it. Next time point our rock the other way. Come on; let’s just get to this hut already.”
Twilight knew the way to the hut fairly well, and we reached it without incident. Tribal masks littered the ground around the hut, and the entire place gave off a strange off kilter vibe. If this was what she felt like, no wonder the town had rejected her for so long.
Twilight boldly knocked at the door. A muffled shout came from within.
“Coming, coming, my dears
Just sit back upon your rears.”
We all waited outside the door. Even if the door had been open, we could not have entered it, none of us had been invited. Soon the door opened and Zecora, Ponyville’s resident herbal master and witch doctor appeared in the entrance.
“Well, well. Do my eyes deceive?
Three young vamponies, I do believe.
Twilight my dear, don’t look so done
Being a vampony, I hear, can be lots of fun
But come in now, off that road
Please, you may enter my abode.”
The invitation cast, we were able to enter into Zecoras hut. Inside was a wide array of potion materials and ingredients, even one or two bottles of what I suspected to be various types of blood.
“Yes, we are vamponies now. How could you tell Zecora?” Twilight asked.
“Your eyes, all stained with lust
You will keep that under control, I trust”
We all nodded. “Twilight thinks that you may be able to help us somehow. None of us really known all that much about being a vampony. Is there anything you can tell or teach us?” I asked the zebra.
“There is much I can teach
Up on that shelf you must reach
For upon it there is a book
Well worth the time it takes to look.”
I pulled a book down from the top shelf, none of us quite trusting Twilight with magic just yet. At her power, she could level a city block if she wasn’t careful. The book was old, hoof bound and faded at the edges. The cover read ‘the true accounts of an Equestrian vampony ’
“Inside that tome, its pages so weak
Is contained all the knowledge that you seek.
As for this one, for her talents to grow
I can teach her all that I know.”
Zecora pointed at Bon-Bon. If she could teach Bon-Bon how to wield her powers then that was great. As Unicorns, neither Twilight nor I could help her.
“Why are you always rhyming? Are you under some kind of curse?” Bon-Bon asked, ruining the moment through a lack of tact.
“No my dear, I labour not under a curse
I simply like to rhyme in verse”
“But what about words that don’t have rhymes, like orange?” I blurted out, unable to resist trying to trap her.
“Ah, my friend. To find the rhyme to that word orange
Simply ask that highland family, the clan McSporange.
Everypony laughed at that one. “Proper names don’t count,” I grumbled under my breath.
With that, we were soon able to enter into a routine. We showed Twilight how to hunt animals, and once she grew some what more stable, how to seduce a pony into going home with her. We didn’t kill them anymore; we didn’t have to. Twilight had powerful mind control magic that allowed her to make ponies forget everything that happened. She joined us in our bed on a few occasions after a successful feeding, but never really clicked with us.
Each week, we would go and meet with Zecora. Her special brand of magic was useful when teaching Bon-Bon. Within a few weeks she had mastered wall walking, developing a strange fondness for hanging from the ceiling for long periods. It relaxed her, she said. Twilight, ever the scientist, said something about blood pooling in her brain but I wasn’t really listening. When ever I tried it, using my magic to hold myself in place, it made me feel funny, and would always loose control over my magic shortly after.
After a few months, we pronounced her ready to return to Canterlot and that was the last we heard from her, until half a year later, when she returned with a most unexpected offer for us.
We had just returned from Zecora’s again. Bon-Bon had been practicing to develop her abilities as a Terrapath. By now she could move dirt as if in a wind, and cause a very weak tremor. Zecora assured us that such progress was normal for one as young as she was. With time, training and practise she would be able to wield the earth as an extra limb.
Twilight was waiting for us when we arrived back at our house. While we didn’t know why she was there, we invited her in out of courtesy.
“So what’s up, Twilight?” I asked, reaching into the fridge and pouring us all a glass of blood. Even as Vamponies we still had to follow etiquette and offer a drink. It was lucky that Twi had the same ‘tastes’ as us; there was precious little else in the fridge.
“I went back to the Silver Suns after you let me go. Celestia was right, I had been very foolish about this whole thing, but now that it has happened I wanted to make the best of it, and the Suns represented a chance to do some good. There have been several times in which only I was able to finish a mission, and the fangs make a great interrogation tool. Even the more experienced agents are having a hard time matching my abilities now, which brings me to the purpose of this visit. Celestia is wondering if you two would be interested in joining the organisation. We have had several members retire or be put on the injured list and need replacements. You could stay here in Ponyville; enough stuff comes in from the Everfree that it needs to me monitored.”
Bon-Bon was not overly keen on the idea, but I was intrigued. A chance to be the hero for once, plus it would be a challenge and keep us doing something.
“Come on, Bon-Bon. At least give it a go. We can always try it and then back out if it seems too hard on you, besides if we don’t then somepony who can die for good would have to. Do it for the families of those ponies. We can help to protect Equestria and spare ponies grief at the same time.”
Bon-Bon eventually warmed up to the idea, but made it clear to Twilight that she wasn’t doing it for the princess or for the Suns. She was doing it for me.
As it happened, we didn’t have to wait all that long before something requiring our attention came up. Unfortunately for us, it was a far worse experience than we could have possibly imagined.
Twilight, Bon-Bon and I were sitting in the library, rereading the book Zecora gave us, when into the tree house came the filly, Sweetie Belle, screaming something about blue murder. Twilight took charge and managed to calm her down slightly.
“Sweetie, what happened?”
The filly was still upset but choked out her tale. “I was coming home from a day of crusading when I saw Rarity serving a pretty earth pony in her shop. While I watched, I noticed that she seemed more intested in Rarity herself, not the dresses. She kept on looking at her, licking her lips and smiling this really creepy smile. When my sister turned her back to get a measuring tape, the pony hit her, hard on the back of her head. Rarity fell down and didn’t move. The earth pony grabbed her and ran out of the back door, moving faster than anypony I have ever seen, even Rainbow Dash.”
Twilight stroked the filly’s mane. “Shush, Sweetie. It will be alright. I promise that we will get your sister back. Can you take us to where it happened?” Sweetie nodded and led us back to her house.
On the way, I leant in close to Twilight and whispered “Should we get the rest of your friends?”
Twilight shook her head. “No time, and I think that you two would be a bit more useful if something really has gone wrong. Sweetie’s comment about this pony moving faster than Dash, sound familiar?”
Bon-Bon and I both nodded; it did sound a little too familiar.
Rarity’s boutique was a total mess when we arrived. Something had clearly happened here, clothes were strewn about, and the back door was ripped almost off its hinges. There was no sign of Rarity anywhere, but we were not totally lost.
Being a vampony comes with heightened senses. For all the perfume that Rarity liked to wear whenever she did herself up she may have well left us a trail of breadcrumbs to follow. Finding her would be the easy part. Dealing with whatever took her would not be so easy.
“We need to get rid of the kid, we can’t start following the trail if she can see us” I called over to Twilight. She nodded
“Sweetie, I need you to do something for me. Can you go and find Spike for me. Tell him to send a letter to the princess on my private letterhead. Tell him that we have a rogue, nothing more. He and the princess will understand.”
“Yes, Twi,” she said, streaking out, eager to do something to help her sister.
With Sweetie Belle gone, we could finally set off. We all took off at a gallop, breaking into supernatural speed once we left the sight of the town.
Rarity’s trail meandered a little before setting course for the Everfree. Inside, the perfume began to dissipate, being overpowered by the musty stale odours naturally present. Fortunately though, the passage of the mare could be seen by the disturbances to the plants, and a few hoof prints.
The new trail led us back to the one place that I had never wanted to go again – the ancient fortress of the pony sisters, death place of DeVille and now clearly given new life as a waypoint for any old vampony passing through this way.
Inside the fortress there were only a few places that could be used to hide a body away, so we checked out the closest one. We got lucky, or maybe somepony was expecting us.
Rarity was placed out on a dais, left alone almost like a sacrificial offering. Twilight rushed over to check her, while Bon-Bon and I fanned out to search for the kidnapper.
“Oh, no,” we heard Twilight breathe.
“What is it?” we called back.
“There is no pulse, no breathing. Her body is going cold. She can’t be dead, she just can’t. What am I going to tell Sweetie Belle?”
Without warning, a wave of earth rose up a slammed into us, knocking us all over, and tumbling Rarity’s body onto the ground. As the earth settled, a new pony, a bright green mare with a lavender mane could be seen standing in the middle of the room. No heartbeat or breathing could be heard from this new mare. Grinning at us, she revealed gleaming fangs. It seemed that our kidnapper was a vampony herself, something we had suspected.
“You will not take the white one. She will make an excellent offering to my lord and master. And when he finds out that I have eliminated the traitor to our blood, and the one who made her. You three claim to be vamponies, but you work for our mortal enemy.”
“Who are you? What do you want?” Twilight asked her.
She laughed. “Who I am does not matter. Who I work for does not matter. The only thing that matters to you is that I am older and stronger then you.”
With that she slammed down her front hooves into the ground, and two fingers of clay rose from between the cracks in the stone. One formed itself into a snake, long and coiled; the other one formed itself around the pony, creating a new body for her, larger, with longer legs and spines all along its flanks. It seemed our mystery pony was a powerful Terrapath, far more advanced than Bon-Bon was.
“Lyra, can you deal with the snake?” Twilight called off to me. I had an idea and nodded back to her.
“Bon-Bon, when I call for it, use your power to scatter the snake.”
“I’m not that good yet.” Bon-Bon was unsure of what I wanted
“Don’t worry, I trust you.” I pulled out the stopper on my magic and launched a blast directly at the clay snake, draining all of the moisture out of it, effectively turning it into dust.
“Now, hit it.” Bon-Bon focused through her hooves and I saw the snake break apart as an invisible wind slammed into it. Bon-Bon kept up, scattering the dust until none remained in the room.
We turned out attention to the unknown mare in her suit of earthen armour. Currently she was kicking the crap out of Twilight. She was faster than Twi, had more mass and was clearly a better fighter. I started to chip away at the clay suit with magic bolts, but they reformed almost as soon as they broke away. Bon-Bon decided for something a little bit different. She clambered up the walls of the fortress room, waiting until she was in position before allowing herself to fall away, directly onto the other mare, hooves crushing through skin, bone and clay all alike.
Within moments the mare began to reform herself, her body healing at a rate much faster than any of ours. I wasn’t sure how we were going to take this one down.
Twilight had a more direct approach to the whole situation, having recovered enough from her beating to stand and fight again. Tapping into her blood reserve she lifted the mare up and simply crushed her with the full force of her augmented magic, her normally purple aura changing to a dark red, as more and more blood energy was fed into the spell. Telekinetic forces slammed into the mare from all sides, her body twisting and cracking. Eventually only a tiny ball remained, clearly beyond any hope of recovery. Twilight dumped the ball into one of the holes made by the removal of the clay earth, dumping the remnants of the armour over the top of it, and sealing the entire area with a stasis spell. Nothing would be able to get in or out for a very long time.
“No pony kills my friends,” she said down to where the mares remains were now entombed, anger and grief beginning to over come her body.
“Uh, Twilight, you may want to see this,” I called out, checking on Rarity’s body. Her mouth was sporting a very distinctive pair of protrusions set into her upper jaw.
“It seems our trio is going to become a quartet,” Bon-Bon commented.
We waited until Rarity arose, predictably worrying about the dirt on her body over anything else. That changed as soon as she felt her new dentures.
“Twilight, Lyra, Bon-Bon, what is going, where are we? why do my teeth feel funny?”
She trailed off as she caught sight of our appearances. Blood splatter was on all our coats, and none of us had bothered to hide our fangs again.
We explained the score as best as we could to her. She took it fairly well for a pony who had just had her life turned upside down, perking up noticeably when Twilight pointed out she could remain on the cutting edge of fashion for the rest of eternity. She even took to hunting animals well, something none of us had expected of her.
Bon-Bon and I accepted the positions the Celestia offered us, with Rarity occasionally moonlighting for us every now and then. Every now and then we would be called off to fight some terrible monster or rogue vampony. Other than that it was mostly just trying how to decline dinner or lunch offers without seeming rude.
It was nice being able to drop the façade whenever Rarity or Twilight came around. Maintaining an air of normality was hard work, and whenever they dropped over, we could all just be vamponies.
I understood that Twilight did eventually find a cure for the Vampyre condition, but none of us felt any need to use it. Becoming vamponies was the single best thing that had ever happened to any of us. Apparently, Twilight was even allowed to feed off of Celestia once, the princess having become intrigued by the tales of pleasure that awaited willing donors.
I had Bon-Bon, a semi respectable job, and the knowledge that I would have it all for as long as I wanted.
Undeath was sweet.
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
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.
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
Author Notes
Fimbulvinter Here, closing out my second published story, and my first foray into a mature fic with clop. Writing this story has taught me several things, but the biggest one is that writing good clop is hard. Writers like Bronystories or Applejinx make it look so easy, them when you try your own hand at it, it ends up as the same monotone ‘oh baby, oh baby, oh baby’ over and over again. Possibly trying to create such a niche subject story didn’t help either.
Reading some of the popular vampire fiction available today, and some of the other stories available here, one theme is common. The main character is either at war with their vampire nature, or dominates it totally. This was most evident during Breaking Dawn book 2 when Bella was able to exert total control over her desire to feed on humans within days of having been turned. It felt like a cop-out, written in purely to allow her to remain a noble character, free from having ever killed anyone.
I wanted to have a story where the main character fully embraces their new nature, revels in it, allows their lust for blood to drive them to engage in perverse acts. I eventually decided that if I wanted that story I would have to write it myself, thus I originally started a story based around a vampire Vinyl Scratch, who was dating Octavia, secretly a vampire hunter, neither one knowing the others true identity, somewhat like Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Then along came ‘My roommate is a vampire’ and I put the story on hold, eventually scrapping almost all of it. The response my first published story ‘Interview with the Changeling’ got convinced me to try again, so I salvaged the Octavia as an assassin idea and set about to find a new character to turn into a vampire. A search of the stories on here on FIMfiction indicated that Lyra had never spent any time as a Vamp, so that was that. Sexy romps with Ponyvilles cutest lesbian vampires.
The need to be invited into a home and the sexual aspects of the blood come mostly from true blood, with a dash of Anne Rices Vampire chronicles thrown in.
I have some basic ideas for a sequel for this story, it would revolve around Sweetie Belle and revert to a traditional third person narrative. First person is hard, so easy to mix tenses from past to passive present, plus it restricts much of what you can do with other characters who are not the main character at the time.
Finally, I hope that you enjoyed this story. Thanks to everyone who favorited this, thumbed it up, commented or started following me as a result of this story. You guys are the reason we write.
Stay Frosty Everypony and watch this space. I will be back at some point.
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
For those who have not yet heard, Octavia's back story has been uploaded
avaliable here
The Melody of Revenge is Bittersweet .
Answers exactly what happened to her father, and how she became a member of the Silver Sun.
Tugging at my undead heartstrings
This last chapter is to clarify a few points I have recieved a PM or two about regarding some of the unresolved or open plot points I have ended the story with.
Namely: -What happed to Octavia's Father?
-Who is the Master the rogue vampony mentioned?
-When did Sweetie Belle find out about Rarity and the others, and what made her decide to join them?
Currently I have a full sequel to this story in planning, centered around Sweetie rather than Lyra. the last two points will be covered in this story.
Before that is written though, I am planning to write a oneshot story based around Octavia and her life. This would cover what happend to her father, where she got her fanatical hatred for Vamps from and how she was recruited into the Silver Sun. Tentative title for this story is 'Octavia Philharmonica: Assassin, Spy, Cellist'
No idea on when these stories will be written by, just when I find the time to do them I guess.
Hopefully this clarifies some lingering questions.
