Smoke gathered in a small space, dark and cold, only lit by a few dim torches that were doing a bad job of lighting the area up. Stepping from that fading Smoke, Rarity looked around with a scowl. "I know you're here." Her fangs were out, her eyes glowed, and she was in full vamp mode as she sniffed the air, trying to catch the scent of the demoness that had escaped from Applejack's room.

Sasha appeared in the flickering light. "You're here to stop me, aren't you? You're here to take my prize from me." Sasha giggled with a lack of fear. "Or, we could have some fun, mistress of the night. You have me right where you want me, don't you? There's no way you're leaving without a nibble."

Rarity eyed the demon with suspicion as she cautiously approached. "So you're not a 'she,' but a 'they.' Any allure you present is what you choose it to be, dear." Rarity's steps were slow and deliberate, her ears flicking alertly as she listened for the slightest change in her opponent's stance or expression. "A taste would be delicious, but you're not tempting to me right now, oh no, you're prey."

"Of course, prey." Sasha reached a hoof up over her neck, tracing the line where blood could be gotten so easily. "Your prey." She suddenly changed, not the stallion form that had attempted to seduce Applejack, but Bright. She seemed surprised at being a small kangaroo creature, but that was what had claimed Rarity's heart. "Come on and have a nip."

Rarity's nostrils flared with desire at the sultry offer, her gaze fixed intently on that inviting neck, the temping pulse of Bright's lifeblood just beneath his fluffy fur, her ears perking up, her own pulse quickening at the idea of sinking her teeth into his supple flesh, just like they had many times before, tasting his sweet nectar and feeling his warmth flow over her tongue and down her throat, filling her with the warmth of his vitality as her hunger was sated, his grip tightened and she leaned in, lips brushing over the spot just below his jaw, her nose filled with his intoxicating scent, her body throbbing with a strange mix of arousal and thirst as she parted her jaws to sink her fangs into him--and froze, the faintest glimmer of reason breaking through the haze of instinctual hungers.

Sasha wrapped her arms around Rarity, drawing her into that embrace and knowing her magic was helping to draw Rarity in by the moment. "Go on, Dark Mistress. I yield to you. Drink me dry, and leave me smiling. Savor the hunt, and enjoy the kill."

Rarity shivered, torn between her dark instincts and her inherent goodness, her mind reeling with confusion and desire, her body responding instinctively to the subtle cues being given by her quarry, her eyes fluttering as she fought to focus on the face of the creature before her, seeking to resist the seductive pull of her own inner monster, but with Sasha's warm body pressed against hers, the tantalizing scent of her prey's sweat, her racing heartbeat hammering in her ears, and the hypnotic sway of her pulse calling out to take a drink. Just a little one, yes, just a little one wouldn't hurt anything.

Sasha allowed Rarity to sink her sharp fangs into her as she began to play over the sensitive points she knew of the pony body, teasing across the ears, down across Rarity's teats with little purrs. "Oh no," she moaned out with far more lust than terror. "You have me. It's time to dance, mistress of the night."

Rarity gasped, her body trembling from the combined assault of both the sensual touches and the ecstatic rush of drinking her fill of the demon's potent essence, her ears twitching in response to their every playful caress, her eyes fluttering, a strangled moan escaping her throat as she suckled at her prey's tender throat, her entire being focused on that divine sensation of draining the very life from the succubus and the accompanying euphoria, her heart racing, her lungs heaving with each desperate gasp, her hooves clutching at Sasha's body, her own writhing and undulating in a primal mating display, the darkness of her vampiric side rising to the surface with a vengeful lust and the power of it filled her. She was invincible. Nothing could stand before her. No foe could best her. She was the hunter, and all the world was her prey.

As the dark mist rolled off her and billowed in the shadows around the two of them, Sasha slipped from the hold and stepped back, letting her male form fall away like a mask to reveal the more 'correct' form of the demon, the same as the one she had used when first meeting Bright. She had never actually fallen prey, the true predator in the room with a grin as she rolled over the increasingly helpless Rarity and slid atop them, facing their bottom while offering their own to Rarity. "It's time we fed each other, my dear."

"So this is how it ends?" Rarity panted, her voice husky and rich, her breath ragged with exertion. "Drained and violated in a filthy dungeon, reduced to a quivering pile of passion?"

"There are so many worse ways to end an evening," purred out Sasha as she nuzzled at Rarity's nethers with a gentle affection, her long tongue reaching out to taste that excitement and dive deeper into the trembling flesh. "Enjoy yourself, you deserve this as much as I do. Give your body and soul to me and I will give you the night of your dreams."

"The night of my nightmares," Rarity countered with a shiver, even as her hips thrust out and her legs splayed out, giving the demon easier access. "The nightmare that keeps me awake in a cold sweat, gasping for breath, a scream dying in my throat as I struggle to wake..."

Sasha chuckled quietly to herself, knowing Rarity had succumbed. Her struggling words were feeble and hollow. Sasha ground against Rarity as she teased higher levels of pleasure from the unicorn, feeding from that lust, which itself felt better and better, sending ripples of purest ecstasy through Rarity. The pair shuddered together, the demon and the unicorn, the creature and the beast, united in a singular moment of transcendent bliss.

"It's too much," Rarity gasped, her body rigid, her eyes wide, her limbs spasming. "I can't take it."

"You can take it," Sasha murmured, her lips pressed against the wet flesh before her, the words vibrating through both. "And you will, again and again and again. I will have you begging for more."

"No." Rarity's eyes closed, her head turned away. "Please, no."

Sasha laughed, low and wicked. "Oh, yes." She could feel Rarity's sexual energy spiking. She was being thrilled and excited with each dark promise, so Sashe pressed on. "You are my little doll, to play with as long as I wish, until you collapse into a satisfied puddle. Then I will start all over, and make you scream for me."

"I won't," Rarity protested, though her voice was shaky and unconvincing. "I won't let you."

But Sasha knew those were the weakest of lies, mouth to Rarity's trembling portal as she drew the sexual energy she so desired straight from the source. "Still yourself and do your turn, doll." She pressed her own groin against Rarity's objecting snout. "Go on, debase yourself, little whore."

"Never!" Rarity cried, her voice muffled by the fur and flesh being ground against her lips. "I will never give in to you!"

"Oh, you will, and you will beg me to continue. To let you experience those incredible feelings again, to allow you the honor of satisfying your needy body in a way only I can." Sasha rubbed herself against Rarity with an ever increasing intensity, driving the unicorn into a frenzy of lust, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, their hearts racing, their breaths coming in short, panting gasps, their eyes locked, their mouths filled, their minds swimming in a sea of pleasure and depravity. "Just give in and let it happen."

Rarity's will to resist faded, the last thread breaking with a soft whimper. She nuzzled at the demon's groin and her horn lit, drawing Sasha's hips closer as she began to lick at her demonic lover. The more she touched, the more her body thrummed with pleasure and delight. Sasha's was the same. The more she received, the more she craved. It was a cycle of desire and satisfaction that threatened to consume them both.

"Are you in here?!" demanded Luna in a stern call as she kicked open a door leading to their room. "Rarity!" She had spotted the two, collapsed on the floor in a heaving pile. "Back away, demon. Keep your limbs where I can see them."

Sasha stood up, flush with all the power Rarity lacked, drained from their dance. "A lady shouldn't eat when she's full, so I think I'm done for the evening, hm?" With a puff of smoke, she was gone, vanished off to somewhere else entirely.

Rarity looked up at Luna. "I... I'm sorry." She was in her base form again, her legs splayed out.

Luna scowled at the position and nudged her leg, giving Rarity a more dignified position. "Stand up when you feel ready, but not before then. Sweetie! Are you there?"

"Ma'am?" Sweetie trotted into the room from the same hallway, looking around. "Looks like she got you, Rarity. Our plan was to remain in pairs, at least. You shouldn't have chased her, alone."

"I know. I wasn't thinking." Rarity pressed a hoof to the side of her head weekly. "What a foal I was."

"Which was clearly the problem. Not the action, the cause." Sweetie Drops shook her head. "You thought you could claim a quick victory. Our enemy is a bit stronger than that."

"Yes, well, I couldn't control myself, but it's alright, Luna came for me." Rarity smiled up at Luna. "Thank you, dear. I made a mess of things, but you still came." She flopped to the ground. "I'm not at my best, dears."

Luna scooped up Rarity and set her on her back. "Hang on tight, Rarity. You're a wreck. We'll take you to the infirmary, then you can have some rest, okay?" She set off at a careful walk. "Tonight's hunt is done. Unless you think we can finish it with just the two of us?"

Sweetie inclined her head. "Actually, I think we might be able to, ma'am. Provided we stay together. We may be the best two for the task. Both of us have a low libido, especially while on the clock."

Luna hummed with thought, walking with Sweetie to the infirmary to drop off Rarity in caring hooves. "But where do we begin our search, Sweetie?"

"I'm not sure. I can only say that I have a hunch she'll return to the jail cell. It's the only place she has a foothold, so to speak." Sweetie clopped her hooves together. "Likely ready to feign innocence as she digests her foul meal of carnal appetites. We have enough evidence to not feel guilty pressing the case, right?"

"We have Applejack's testimony, the presence of her and Bright's sexual energy, and our own testimony of events, of her flight." Luna nodded at this. "That is plenty, indeed." She incined her head towards the room that held Rarity. "Not to mention Rarity's attack, which I saw the tail end of."

Sweetie rolled her eyes. "We all saw Rarity's tail end, yes."

Luna huffed in reply to that awful joke. "Let's go question our demonic guest and put this to an end."

Author's Note

Time to put this to an end, hm? We can't let the ponies of the castle keep having a good, and tiring, time.

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