It was the end of the school day. Twilight felt very flustered as she closed her Advanced Chemistry textbook. She tried to hurry to make up for the time she’d lost. She was late. She hadn’t meant to get carried away talking with Ms. Zecora, but it was hard to stop herself when it came to molecular geometry.

She looked up to see Sunset Shimmer already waiting by her desk. Twilight jumped a little. She hadn’t even heard or seen her friend come in! “S-Sunset! You startled me.”

Sunset waved at her awkwardly. Her eyes cast about the room, pausing for a moment on Ms. Zecora gathering papers at her desk, before finally resting on her friend. “Hey, Twi. I’m sorry. I got bored and came to look for you.” She rubbed at her neck, shifting the purple amulet that hung there. In a lower voice, she added, “I’m hungry.”

Twilight ignored the lurch in her stomach, instead pushing her glasses up as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. “I apologize for being slow. Were you waiting long?” When she received a mute headshake, she grinned teasingly. “Are you excited to sate your thirst, your majesty?”

Sunset crossed her arms, her signature leather jacket griping a little as she fixed Twilight with a cool cyan stare. Still, her lips twitched upward. “Maybe… Peasant.” Then she winked winsomely.

Twilight laughed. She said goodbye to Ms. Zecora and linked arms with her girlfriend. “Then let’s go.”

Sunset smirked and led Twilight through the school halls. They walked quickly and with purpose, not slowing down even to chat with their classmates and friends as they usually did. They had plans tonight. Special plans.

Twilight Sparkle trembled as they went, her gaze occasionally drifting to Sunset. Her friend, her…lover, was quietly intense. As she usually was on these days. Their relationship was well-known in the school. But not many were aware of what had started it. Or what fueled it apart from the usual teenage romance.

Only their friends knew the whole story, and well… there had been some mixed feelings. Heated arguments, even—about safety, trust, and what they could lose. Or whom. But ultimately, they weren’t the ones taking the risk. It was Twilight’s choice, and hers alone. And on these days? They didn’t meet up with the others after school as they usually did, not even to say goodbye. Sunset didn’t have the patience for the uneasy looks, and Twilight wasn’t willing to endure another well-meaning but exhausting talk about her choices, even if she knew the others were doing it out of love.

Twilight and Sunset were together and they were happy. It was a tricky balance, but it was all under control. It was.

As they left the school behind for the student parking lot, Twilight felt her pulse quicken with every step. The unspoken promise of what waited ahead lingered in the air between them, making the ordinary buzz of departing students fade into the background.

On Sunset’s motorcycle, as she sat on the pillion, Twilight squeezed her arms around her girlfriend and thought of an old poem about a supernatural woman.

Stretch forth thy hand, and help a wretched maid to flee…

Twilight watched through her borrowed helmet visor the hypnotic passing of road lines. The motorcycle engine rumbled through them both as the wind danced with Sunset’s fiery hair. Twilight sighed as her hand curled against Sunset’s leather jacket. Things were so different now. So different… and yet still the same.

When they got to Sunset’s apartment, Twilight barely had a chance to put her backpack down when the other girl grabbed her from behind and buried her face in her neck, smelling deeply. Twilight laughed, even as she felt her heart leap into her throat. She reached back behind her to touch Sunset’s head. There was only the slightest hesitation, and she felt good about that. “Wow! Hi! You really were excited for our date.” And still, more of the poem drifted through her mind.

I cannot speak for weariness.
So free from danger, free from fear,
They crossed the court: right glad they were.

Sunset kissed her neck with wet lips and murmured, “When you keep wearing these skirts with the knee-high socks, what else am I supposed to feel?”

Twilight bit her lip and toyed with her glasses a bit. Her heart rate was picking up and judging by the other girl’s heavier breathing, Sunset noticed too. “Mmm… Patient?”

She heard a snort in her ear. Sunset pulled back enough to turn her around, and Twilight saw with another jolt that her lover’s eyes had changed. They had shifted from cool cyan to a deep violet with the faintest glow. There had been a time when those glowing violet eyes would have frozen Twilight with terror. Now, they made her hot in hidden places.

“You may as well call me Dashie because that’s impossible,” Sunset said with a little toss of her hair. Her gaze bobbed down and up, making Twilight’s heart kick again.

The flicker of violet in Sunset’s gaze wasn’t just desire—it was hunger. A hunger she fought to control every time she was close to Twilight.

With slow movement, Twilight reached up and undid her hair bun, sighing a little as she shook her hair loose and felt the weight ease up on her neck. Wrapping her arms around Sunset’s neck, she flirted her lashes and murmured, “I thought you wanted me to call you my queen?” Once upon a time, the title had seemed an odd choice to Twilight. But with time she saw the reasoning behind it.

Even if Sunset no longer wanted to be a supreme ruler, empress, or even princess, then at least in the bedroom she wanted her partners to kneel. And what better title for a Domme like that than “queen”?

“Do you need to do anything first?” Sunset asked, a light pink glow to her pale amber skin. Yes, pale now. Not with undeath, it turned out, but from simply being famished.

Twilight shook her head wordlessly, making a fanged grin spread across Sunset’s face.

She was a vampire. Had been for months now, though she didn’t crave mortal blood. Sunset’s hunger was unique—a need tied not just to survival but something deeper. Twilight wondered, as she often did, why her own blood seemed to quiet Sunset’s storms. Was it love? Fate? Or something darker still?

The floorboards creaked a little as Sunset’s expression changed and she pushed forward. All playfulness was gone as Twilight’s queen came to the fore and shoved her back toward the front door. There she pressed Twilight up against the wood hard, her mouth hungrily seeking her partner’s in an intense and bruising kiss. Twilight whimpered a little into her mouth, desperately burying her hands in Sunset’s lush curls, knowing she only had a split second to profanely indulge her burning need to touch her lover before the other girl grabbed her wrists and slammed them on either side of Twilight’s head. Sunset bit Twilight’s lip, tugging it as she pulled away before releasing it with a parting nip that made her partner cry out.

Sunset pressed in close to her ear and panted heatedly, “Who am I?”

“My queen,” Twilight said, shivering. Heat flushed through her body in a wave that emanated straight from between her legs as her lip throbbed. Had Sunset broken skin? Twilight rubbed her legs together needfully, feeling even more aroused at the thought.

The fear tasted alkaline at the back of her tongue, heightening her desire. She was… prey. And Sunset liked to play with her food.

Sunset licked her earlobe lightly. “And who are you?” she murmured.

“Your prey, your servant, your dirty fucktoy. Anything you want me to be, my queen,” Twilight whispered, feeling her face burn with embarrassment and pleasure.

And the constant undercurrent of animal terror stirred to life by her sympathetic nervous system took nothing away. No, the adrenaline was intoxicating, and the natural fear in the face of a predator made her feel alive.

She also just trusted Sunset. Her vampire queen.

Sunset’s eyes did another sultry once-over before she jerked her head. “Get dressed. And hurry.” She barely shifted back, allowing her lover to slip away.

Twilight rushed off, rounding the stairs that led up to the loft space where Sunset’s bed was. To the far left corner of the loft, closest to where the apartment’s main entrance was located below, was a tall dresser. Twilight skirted around the end of the bed to it and pulled out a bottom drawer, and underneath some neatly folded clothes, she found her special attire. It was to Sunset’s taste, but Twilight didn’t find it disagreeable. If anything, she appreciated the coverings, however meager and suggestive they were.

A sheer lavender blouse with black buttons that showcased Twilight’s dark plum nipples. A black G-string. Long striped socks that went up to mid-thigh, the colors alternating between dark navy, raspberry pink, and purple. As Twilight slipped off her clothing and pulled these items on, she wondered if tonight would be the night.

The night that she died.

Sunset demonstrated so much control with her, but Twilight was too observant to miss the moments when her vampire girlfriend gripped her tightly. When she drank her blood and had trouble stopping. When she stared at Twilight’s neck and her tongue toyed with her fangs.

When her eyes lacked any compassion and saw only food.

Twilight was sitting on the side of the bed furthest from the stairs, facing the dresser. The wall next to it had floating shelves with a modest collection of books and things. There was a framed photograph of Sunset and Twilight with all their friends. All smiling. All still normal humans. She eyed the titles on the book spines as she pulled up her long socks. There were quirky books related to science and math. SAT and ACT study guides. Motorcycle maintenance manuals. Popular manga (mostly shonen) and fantasy novels (mostly YA adventure). Sunset was smart, but she wasn’t much for classical literature or dense history books.

Twilight heard the steps to the loft area creak as she finished buttoning up her blouse. She turned, feeling her hair stand on end to find Sunset gazing at her with an air of appraisal. The other girl, free of her leather jacket and no longer wearing the purple amulet, was holding two wine glasses. “I can smell the nerves on you, y’know,” Sunset said with a little smirk. “Has Applejack sat you down for a chat again?”

Twilight laughed a little, trying to exude more calm than she felt. Her palms were sweaty. They always were before they began. “Her and Rarity. They think you’ve hypnotized me.”

Sunset rolled her eyes as she rounded the end of the bed to stand on the same side as Twilight. She held out a glass. “They know what I am, but they have no idea about you… do they?” She tilted her head as Twilight took her drink with a shaky hand. When Sunset indulgently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, she flinched but leaned into her queen’s touch. Sunset sighed, her expression darkening. “If only they knew. Hypnosis would be kinder than what you really want.”

Twilight looked down at her lap. No. They did not know. They wouldn’t understand… how much Twilight wanted this.

“Drink. It’ll calm you down a little,” Sunset commanded softly, holding up her glass of wine… or was it even wine? Twilight raised her glass and drank, draining it. No time for savoring. No time for refined appreciation. Her queen was impatient. And still, more of that old poem echoed in her mind.

O weary lady, Geraldine,
I pray you, drink this cordial wine!
It is a wine of virtuous powers;
My mother made it of wild flowers.

Wild flowers this wasn’t. But it was a dark red and it had a bitter bite that held a rich sweet undercurrent. It burned all the way down, warming her belly. Sunset drained her glass and set it on the long dresser. She turned back to Twilight and cupped her face, turning it up so that she could savor her partner’s complicated expression of love, lust, and fear. Sunset let her fanged smile appear in full. “They don’t know about you, but I do,” Sunset murmured. She caressed Twilight’s cheek. “I know what you like. What you crave for. I heard it the day I turned.” Twilight’s eyes slipped shut and she exhaled tremulously.

“My secret whore,” Sunset breathed with hooded eyes. Twilight looked at her and gripped her wine glass tighter. “Looking at you, I never would have guessed how badly you wanted to be used. Are you happy to be my sweet little blood bag?”

“Yes,” Twilight whispered without hesitation. “You are my queen. I want to please you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

Sunset grinned as she took her girlfriend’s glass and set both their empty dishwares on top of the dresser. She turned back to Twilight and wrapped a tight hand around her throat before shoving her back. “Then lay down and be still, pretty toy. I want to play with you.”

Then suddenly, as one defied,
Collects herself in scorn and pride,
And lay down by the Maiden’s side!—
And in her arms the maid she took,
Ah wel-a-day!

Twilight whimpered as Sunset descended on her, all rough hands and searching lips. Her touch was inconsistent from one moment to the next. Almost like she was warring with what she really wanted to be—soft and loving, harsh and impatient, or painful and cruel? She gripped Twilight’s chest through the sheer blouse, circling nipples and kneading her sub’s heated flesh. She licked Twilight’s wrists and raked her sharp teeth over Twilight’s hip, cutting a little with her fangs.

When Twilight tried shifting in an effort to give her queen more access, Sunset slapped her across the face, hard enough to knock away her glasses. A look of annoyance was on her shadowed features. Twilight went dead still, her breathing shallow as she realized how she’d just displeased her owner. The instructions had been clear, hadn’t they?

Toys could make sounds, but they couldn’t move.

Sunset gathered Twilight’s wrists, then pinned them with one hand over her head. “My poor pitiful slut. It’s for your own good that we do it this way.” Her gaze and voice hardened. “It’s important that you don’t rush me, or I might give in to my appetite. Nod if you understand.”

Twilight nodded meekly. Without her glasses and in the pervading darkness of the apartment, she couldn’t quite make out Sunset’s expression. There was a weak yellow glow from the strands of decorative lights wrapped on the loft railings, but they only deepened the shadows in a way. In a turn of sudden kindness, Twilight’s queen returned the glasses to her face with her free hand. “There,” Sunset breathed, patting Twilight’s stinging cheek. “Be a good fucktoy and I might just use you like you want me to.” Now that her vision was returned to her, Twilight could see the yellow glow glint off Sunset’s sharp wry grin. “And give the gothic poetry a rest, would you?”

Twilight blushed and averted her eyes. “My apologies, my queen.”

Sunset could read minds already thanks to her Equestrian powers granted by the geodes, but her vampiric nature had amplified this. She had more control over it now and could hear present thoughts without fully diving into a person’s past memories. She liked to hear Twilight’s every inner thought on these special nights.

Sunset regarded her carefully for a moment. Then asked, “Is that how you see me?” She brushed her fingers over the light bruise on Twilight’s cheek. “Like some magical temptress?”

“No,” Twilight breathed back. “If anything…” She tried to hold the thought back, but it came anyway.

“You didn’t make me this way,” Sunset said with a soft snort. “When I realized what you wanted it made me happy. I wasn’t alone.” She held Twilight’s face tenderly, her warm expression undercut only by the ravenous thirst that colored her eyes. “I finally had someone I could rule over.” She pointed at Twilight’s hands, which the bookworm hadn’t moved since she’d released her grip. “Don’t move or make a sound.”

Twilight didn’t nod her head because she hadn’t been asked to. Instead, she lay there, eyes wide with anticipation and trepidation as she felt Sunset slide down the bed, her hands trailing over her body and making her skin break out in gooseflesh. Her hands, contrary to what one might think, did not feel cold, but warm. So warm. Burning, even. Like hellfire.

She fixed her eyes on the string lights, letting them burn in her retinas as she felt Sunset reach her hips and thighs. Sunset spread her legs, her fingers skating on the tender flesh of her inner thighs before trailing, teasingly, up along the side of her swollen sex. It may as well have been a million miles away the way Twilight’s clit ached for the missed attention.

She had trouble breathing when Sunset licked the skin at the top of her thigh, nearest to her groin. It was the spot just over her femoral artery. Twilight’s hand twitched, nearly clenching, but she stopped herself just in time because she knew Sunset was watching. Would she drink there? She’d done it before, but it seemed premature.

Sure enough, Sunset did not sink her teeth into her toy, but instead, she pushed Twilight’s legs back and together. Twilight let her legs dangle loosely, but Sunset smacked her bottom and quietly ordered her to keep her legs straight. Swallowing, Twilight did so, and Sunset pressed her legs back until she was in a near-perfect fold.

“Hold your ankles,” Sunset commanded.

Twilight did so, only moderately strained from maintaining the position. With her legs now over her face, Twilight’s frontal vision was effectively blocked. She could feel Sunset’s hands trail down the backs of her thighs till they stopped at her ass and squeezed. “Such a nice, flexible toy,” Sunset chuckled. She slapped one butt cheek hard, and Twilight bit down on her tongue to stop from squealing. The hit had been so hard she’d bounced on the mattress!

Just when she thought she’d be in for a rousing session of ass-smacking, that’s when Sunset began to play with her G-string. She tugged down on it, pulling it taut over Twilight’s swollen clit and pussy lips and sending twinges of pleasure up into her abdomen. The fabric was already soaked through.

“Hmph. A mess?” Sunset tutted as she gave another tug on the G-string that made Twilight’s legs tremble. “My, my. The little slut doesn’t need much, does she?”

In that next instant, Twilight could feel Sunset’s tongue sweep over her pussy, the thin material stretched over her taking away little. Sunset’s silky curls swept over her ass cheeks and it felt so good. She gasped quietly, barely keeping her voice smothered. She felt it again, harder, and she struggled to tamp down on the trembling of her hips and thighs. Like a lioness grooming her pride mate, Twilight could even feel Sunset’s fangs grazing her tender, puffy pussy lips with every indulgent pet of her tongue. Sweat beaded on Twilight’s brow as she panted with an expression of agonized pleasure.

Oh please. Just one more time. Just one more…

Another lick, hard and digging, like Sunset was trying to pack the little triangle of fabric between Twilight’s slick lips. The tip of her tongue aggressively flicked Twilight’s clit, shooting lightning into Twilight’s belly. The poor servant found herself gripping her ankles so tightly it started to hurt, the light buzz from the wine she drank made her feel faint, and just when she thought the crest of ecstasy would be too high—

She bit the inside of her cheek. Hard. The pain flowered through her mouth and trickled blood onto her tongue. Now Twilight’s eyes widened behind her fogging glasses. She bit too hard! She hadn’t meant to! Would Sunset smell it? She tried swallowing the blood down, but more just came and the scent would linger regardless.

But her queen gave no sign of notice as she wrenched the G-string aside and pushed her tongue through Twilight’s pussy folds, her tongue swirling over her servant’s swollen nub. “You’re so juicy,” Sunset panted, her breath feeling strange and pleasant on Twilight’s heated sex. “And you’ve been good.” She tapped Twilight’s bottom. “That’s enough. Relax, but leave your legs to either side and play with yourself while you wait.”

Twilight sighed a little in relief as she carefully folded her legs and let them fall to either side of her, leaving her spread wide open. She wanted to defog her glasses, but she was afraid to open her mouth to ask permission. She tried to press her lips together to hide the scent of blood in her mouth, futile as the effort was.

She touched herself under the meager fabric of the G-string, fingers caressing and circling her stiff clit as she spread her femmecum to keep from drying out. She watched nervous and aroused as Sunset pulled off her blouse, then her bra. Twilight groaned inwardly at the sight of Sunset’s smooth amber skin and her self-pleasure became more frantic as her eyes hungrily drank in her girlfriend’s breasts. They were cushy mouthwatering teardrops with perky dark umber nipples. When Sunset started to shed her clingy jeans, she paused to sit on the side of the bed facing the wall, and with a raised eyebrow as she tugged off one pant leg, she said, “You bit the inside of your cheek.” Her voice was flat.

Twilight twitched, her eyes widening. It was a statement, not a question, so she didn’t answer.

Sunset shook her head, giving Twilight a pouty look. “You think loudly when you panic. I’m not a slavering monster, you know. Do you have so little faith in your queen?”

Somehow, despite months of existing with Sunset’s improved mind-reading abilities, Twilight kept forgetting to monitor her thoughts, especially in bed. She shook her head quickly with burning cheeks. “No, Your Majesty! It was a moment of weakness!” And she made sure to push all her desires and love into the forefront of her mind. How much she wanted Sunset, the queen of her heart, to use her. “I beg you, please put me in my place.”

Sunset finished removing her jeans and panties and stood without a word, her round amber ass immediately grabbing and holding her sub’s gaze. She went to her dresser and opened a drawer as she peeked over her shoulder at her servant and fucktoy. “You want me to use you?” her voice was light.

Twilight lifted her eyes with effort and nodded frantically. “Please!”

The other girl hummed as she produced a dark box and placed it on top of her dresser. “Why?”

Twilight blinked. “Why?”

“Yes. Why.” Sunset began to put on a strap harness over her hips. Now Twilight started to tremble as her mind jumped ahead with excitement.

She struggled to assemble her thoughts, her fingers slowing their dance over her clit. “Because you…” she blinked. It wasn’t that she didn’t know what to say, it was just—how did you say it right? The darn wine definitely wasn’t helping. “You’re like the ocean,” Twilight ventured, her eyes turning up to the ceiling pensively.

She heard Sunset stop. “Pardon?” She didn’t sound annoyed, only confused.

Twilight swallowed, the pads of her fingers trailing ponderously over her gooey pussy lips before she skated her touch back up over the top of her twinging clit and back down again. “You’re beautiful in more ways than one. How you look, how you sound, how you move,” Twilight murmured, tilting her head to look up at Sunset. Her queen lifted her eyebrows as she considered her servant’s words. Twilight circled the opening of her pussy. She didn’t dare slip her fingers into her woefully empty hole. That belonged to Sunset, and judging by Sunset’s preparations, she meant to use what was hers.

“You’re also… Deep. Mysterious.” But Twilight huffed at the inadequate words. How inconceivable. Her prodigious vocabulary was failing her.

“Cold?” Sunset added with a dry look.

“No, if anything you make me think of tropical waters.” And then, only because she knew Sunset would hear the thought anyway, she added with a squeak, “Shark-filled.”

Now Sunset chuckled. “Ah.”

She looked back at Sunset just in time to see her queen take the dildo she’d pulled out of the box. It was double-ended, with one side looking more like a plug. Sunset spread her feet apart a little and carefully inserted this inside of herself, sighing as she did so before she guided the smooth shaft of the silicone toy through the ring of the harness.

Twilight stifled a nervous giggle as Sunset crawled onto the bed next to Twilight’s feet, a little remote she’d plucked from the box in her hand. “So you think I’m a pretty and mysterious ocean. Filled with sharks. Still not getting why you want me to use you, peasant.”

Ah. She liked it whenever Sunset degraded and talked down to her. She didn’t do it often enough for Twilight’s taste but her girlfriend had some understandable hangups about behaving like—

Sunset quickly bent down and whispered into Twilight’s ear, her hair falling over Twilight’s face like a curtain of fire. “Fucking cunt. Get to the point before I find a better use for your filthy mouth,” Sunset hissed. Twilight shivered, her eyes widening as she saw her queen pull away and grin. “There, you needy slut. Is that better?”

“Yes, my queen. Thank you for indulging me,” Twilight murmured with a look of adoration and chagrin. She cleared her throat as she watched Sunset finish her long journey past her head so that she turned and sat facing the dresser again with her knees near Twilight’s ears. She held the dildo by the shaft, up away from Twilight’s head as her sub continued under its alluring shadow. “To answer your question, Your Majesty, I… I think that anyone would love to swim in tropical waters and enjoy the easy sights close to shore, sharks or not. But I’m… different. I want to swim where the water is deep and there is no end. I want to reach out and touch the shark.”

“What if it bites you?” Sunset asked with hooded eyes. “I always sense your fear. But you never pull away. Why?”

Twilight felt like they’d finally arrived at the real question.

Sunset pouted and lightly slapped her cheek. “My first question was the real question, smartass.”

“S-Sorry,” Twilight squeaked. She managed to keep her legs open, her fingers still working slowly over her pussy. “If I’m being honest, Your Highness… I…” She swallowed.

How to say it? It was like trying to summarize the meaning of life as far as she was concerned. But her mouth opened and she spoke.

“When I’m with you, I know there’s some risk. You could kill me. Easily. But I also know that you love me, so…” She ran her teeth over her swollen bottom lip, still aching from earlier, and breathed, “It’s like standing on the edge of the abyss, but it’s with the knowledge that even if I fell, the abyss will catch and hold me, right up until the light leaves my eyes. Just like… the deep ocean.” She shrugged helplessly and adjusted her glasses. “Death is scary. But I think death in the arms of someone I love would be the best thing. It makes the unknown… knowable.” She looked at Sunset. “What else can I do with something that has such command over my life and my heart? I want to kneel. I want to be used. So please…”

Use me. Hurt me. Kill me if you wish. It feels so good to be yours.

Sunset’s brow creased as she stared down at Twilight with something that resembled stunned silence. After a long moment, she stirred, reaching out to caress Twilight’s face, gazing at her wonderingly upside down, before letting her amber touch reach further to slip through the neck of Twilight’s shirt and take hold of a modest lavender breast. “Mine…” she murmured, tilting her head to look back down at Twilight, who stared up at her with parted lips and trembling anticipation. Sunset grinned, her fangs glinting in the scattered lighting as she toyed with Twilight’s nipple. “My servant. My toy. My lover.” She lightly pinched Twilight’s sore cheek, eliciting a wince, and laughed. “That was a good answer! You’ve got such a way with words, Twilight.” She raised an eyebrow. “So for all that, you wanna be my little whore?”

Twilight nodded her head eagerly.

Sunset rose up on her knees and then tapped the dildo on Twilight’s forehead. “Then get ready, bitch. We’re going into the deep end.”

This was another reason Twilight loved Sunset. She always left Twilight guessing.

Sunset raised the remote she’d been holding and pushed a button. There was a small muted hum as Twilight watched her queen inhale sharply. “Ooh.” Crawling over her servant, Sunset continued forward and once more wrenched aside the flimsy fabric of the G-string before she spat onto her sub’s naked cunt.

Twilight felt Sunset lower her head, her locks of hair cool against her tummy and inner thighs. Sunset set upon Twilight’s pussy with relish. As she did this, the dildo rested against Twilight’s aching cheek. Unable to resist, the bookworm turned her head and took the dildo’s tip into her mouth, sucking on it, feeling her nipples tingle and her skin burn with want.

Such cruel teasing. She wanted this in her, but this was fun too…

Sunset raised herself up to look down the length of Twilight’s lavender body and ripped the dildo from Twilight’s mouth. She smacked her in the face hard with it a few times. “I. Didn’t. Say. You. Could. Do. That. Cunt.”

Twilight whined in the back of her throat as she raised her glasses up on her head, trying to spare them from the dildo assault. Sunset wasn’t holding back with it. The dildo was solid, heavy silicone, and it stung when it hit her already bruised cheek. “I’m sorry, my queen! I should have been more patient!”

“Sorry?” Sunset scoffed as she angled her hips more directly over Twilight’s face. “Trust me, you’re gonna be sorry. Open your whore mouth.”

Twilight eagerly opened her mouth and tilted her chin forward. Sunset guided the dildo into Twilight’s mouth, pushing in deeply. So deep, the dildo curved and went down her throat. That was intense enough, triggering Twilight’s gag reflex, but the vibration? So that was what the remote did! Twilight clutched at the sheets as Sunset raised her hips and brought them down again with a little groan. She went down on Twilight’s drooling cunt, licking and sucking with gusto, fangs poking but managing not to cut.

They went through several good thrusts before Twilight screamed in joy and distress deep in her throat. She loved how fully Sunset’s toy filled her mouth, choking her. She knew with every thrust her queen was feeling pleasure from the other end, where the vibrator rested against her G-spot. She grew so hot and flushed, thinking her lover was getting off fucking her face this way, like the good little whore she was.

She was the perfect toy, the best fuck doll for the one who ruled her heart. She could feel her jaw ache and her lips and fingertips tingle as she barely sucked in a breath between throat fucks, her pussy twinging with every hungry lick from her lover. Just when she started to feel really faint—

Sunset raised herself up and paused, removing the dildo. Twilight coughed, tears streaming from her eyes before she took a huge desperate gulp of air.

“Good girl,” Sunset hissed. She tapped Twilight’s trembling thigh and pointed toward the top of the bed, next to the wall. “Over there. On your belly.” She rolled to the side to give Twilight room to crawl. Twilight needed a moment to breath, her throat aching and spots still in her eyes before she rolled over and dragged herself over to the wall. She didn’t quite make it, but Sunset didn’t chastise her. Much.

“Aww. Is the poor peasant too weak to crawl up there?” Sunset sighed dramatically. “Come on.”

Twilight felt herself picked up and moved the rest of the way. She had to take her glasses off to lay face down properly, and for a moment she didn’t move, just trying to catch her breath.

While she lay prone, she heard Sunset grab something from the bedside table. Then she felt Sunset seize her ass and squeeze. “Mmm, yes,” she muttered under her breath. She slapped it, making her servant raise her head with a squeal. Sunset laughed and winked at her. “Wake up, you silly peon. It’s time.” Sunset raised a bottle of lube and, moving the G-string out of the way, she spread Twilight’s ass cheeks. She squirted the lubricant, and Twilight shivered at the cold, slimy feel. She panted a little in excitement, her pussy clenching with anticipation.

Oh, please give it to me!

“Y’know, I was thinking,” Sunset started as she tossed the lube bottle aside and raised herself up. She looked at Twilight mischievously as she gripped her dildo tightly in one fist. “You’ve got all these layers, right?” Looking down, she pushed aside one butt cheek and rested the head of the dildo against Twilight’s purple winking asshole, all slicked up and glistening. Sunset met Twilight’s eyes. “But deep, deep down… You know what you are?”

Twilight swallowed through a sore throat, her breathing growing increasingly ragged. “Please tell me, Your Highness,” she begged. She already knew the answer.

Sunset’s lip curled up. “You’re a horny desperate slut who loves to be punished.” She pushed the dildo in, the tapered head vanishing in Twilight’s tight hungry hole.

Twilight moaned, clutching at the edge of the mattress as she felt Sunset fill her up, deep inside. Sunset grunted as she went up to the hilt, her own breathing becoming labored as she lifted up and came down again, slow and steady at first, letting the lube spread along the length of the dildo. Sunset eased herself down, her soft breasts brushing against Twilight’s back.

“And the best part,” Sunset murmured into Twilight’s ear, “Is that your mine.” She started to speed up, her hips tapping Twilight’s ass with enough force to send the bookworm’s butt jiggling. “Your breasts.” Plap. “Your thighs.” Plap. “And every.” Plap. “Single.” Plap. “Hole.”

Twilight bit her lip as she felt Sunset fuck her harder and faster, the dildo piercing deeper into her, widening her asshole with every push. It was an intense sensation that flared with every thrust, and very quickly Twilight found herself unable to keep back her cries. Her voice warbled and choked as Sunset made the bed rock and squeak. It felt so good, she felt like her mind was breaking apart, quieting in the process. Anywhere else, she had such a noisy brain, but here, she was just… Sunset’s plaything.

“You like that, you goddamn whore? Hmm?” Sunset growled into her ear.

“Yes, my queen! Ah!” Twilight panted back.

Sunset went on breathlessly. “Imagine my surprise the day I turned vamp—hah—when I first heard your thoughts—hah—pouring out like filth from a sewer!”

Twilight tried to put her head down to bite on the corner of a pillow, but Sunset grabbed her by the back of the head and wrenched her hair back, forcing Twilight to arch her body, pushing her hips into the mattress, and lifting her face. Then Sunset paused her anal assault to grind the dildo into Twilight, sharing in the vibration of the toy, and they both moaned, cheeks pressed together as Sunset’s grip on Twilight’s hair tightened.

Sunset kissed Twilight’s neck as she tried to catch her breath. “My poor slut. No one had a clue, not even our friends. You fiended for so long, touching yourself like a bitch in heat deep in the library, in the bathroom stalls, even at the back of class! Just dreaming that someone would piss on your face. Whip your back till you bleed. Step on your dirty cunt and make you beg for more.”

Twilight whimpered, still grimacing as Sunset held her tightly. “How could I stay away? You needed someone to take care of you. And don’t I?” She started to thrust again, rebuilding her momentum. “Hmm? What does my special blood bag slut have to say?”

“Thank you!” Twilight cried out. “Thank you, please Your Majesty, give it to me harder! Take my hole, it’s yours.”

“Well, since you insist,” Sunset said with a wicked laugh. Then she really cut loose, letting go of Twilight’s hair to finally let her sub collapse onto the bed and shout with wild pleasure as their bodies collided with muted slapping. The bed creaked noisily as it shifted, and Twilight’s cunt twinged as she lifted her hips and offered Sunset better access. The moment they moved from a prone fuck to this new position, Twilight could feel her ecstasy build. Her eyes rolled as she panted through the tousled hair on her face, her asshole giving her such intense feedback that she thought she’d explode apart any second now.

She was close—

Then Sunset pulled out and slapped Twilight on the ass three times in rapid succession. Hard.

“Hey, cunt, who gave you permission to cum?” Sunset barked.

Twilight yelped and covered her head. “I’m sorry, my queen!”

Sunset heaved a mighty sigh as she roughly flipped Twilight over by the legs. Twilight gasped, her hair mussed and her gaze verging on crazed with lust. Sunset was hastily removing the strap-on harness and the double-ended dildo. “You’re goddamn right you are,” Sunset snapped as she moved to sit on Twilight’s hips. She roughly grabbed Twilight’s breasts, panting. She ripped open the sheer shirt, sending buttons flying, then grabbed and pinched Twilight’s nipples, squeezing tightly and pulling. Twilight screamed, curling from the sharp pain that drove into her breasts.

“Tell me what you are,” Sunset hissed through her teeth.

“I’m a dirty slut who likes to be punished!” Twilight squealed.

“Good girl.” Sunset slapped both breasts, laughing at the way they frantically bounced. When Twilight let out a little breath of relief, Sunset quirked an eyebrow and grabbed her by the chin. “Oh, did we think this was a time to breathe easy? Huh?” She slapped Twilight. Harder than she had both times before. Hard enough that Twilight could taste fresh blood in her mouth from a new cut on her other inner cheek. She stared dazedly across the bed before Sunset grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her hungrily, roughly, bruisingly.

Twilight could feel a lip slice open with a fang, and she tasted more of her blood, metallic, sharp, and warm, as her tongue swirled with Sunset’s. She felt so thoroughly in Sunset’s control, so deep in the proverbial waters of danger, that she could almost cum on the spot… but she purposefully held back.

Her queen hadn’t given her permission to cum yet, after all.

Breathing raggedly, they parted. Sunset’s quivering lips dripped with blood, her violet eyes were dilated and glazed, seemingly lost in a haze. Twilight stared up at her, her heart beating painfully in her chest, but she didn’t push Sunset away. No. She spread her arms and tilted her chin, exposing her throat.

Is it today, my queen?

Sunset’s gaze flickered and she refocused on Twilight, locking eyes.

Twilight exhaled through parted lips, also slick with blood, her mouth shakily lifting in a loving smile.

Is today the day you give me the death I choose?

Sunset’s eyes tensed and she shivered, her fingers digging into the mattress so hard she tore through the sheets and mattress padding with audible tears.

“It’s okay,” Twilight breathed. “I’d want it to be you.”

“But what if I don’t want to?” Sunset’s voice was strained, the muscles on her arms and neck tensing.

Twilight’s smile flared wider. “Then know that you already have my forgiveness.”

Sunset’s eyes clouded with tears. She was betraying her role in their dark game, but Twilight didn’t care. Her girlfriend was saying what was on her heart, and she wouldn’t shun her. Not now. “If you really want me to, Twilight. I will,” Sunset whispered with an anguished expression. “But not until you’re old and gray, do you hear me?”

“You might not be a vampire that long,” Twilight returned gently. She raised herself on her elbow and touched Sunset’s cheek. “The princesses might find a way to cure you by then. They already gave you that amulet.” The purple amulet. The one Sunset had been wearing earlier that night. It suppressed her urges and protected her from the sun.

“That was a good thing, Twilight. Don’t you want me to be cured?” Sunset asked, hushed, as a tear slipped forth and splashed onto Twilight’s belly.

Twilight frowned. “If it would make you happy, then yes. Of course. But…”

Do you really want to say goodbye to this?

Sunset touched Twilight’s hand on her cheek. She seemed to consider the question seriously, and not for the first time, Twilight wished the telepathy went both ways. After a long moment, Sunset kissed Twilight’s palm, then gently pushed at Twilight’s shoulder. “Be a good slut and lay down.” Her voice was far too quiet, far too gentle for the harsh words.

Twilight didn’t care. She beamed and did as she was told. Sunset turned around on the mattress and shifted up the bed, placing her knees on either side of Twilight’s shoulders. Twilight sighed happily at the sight of Sunset’s glistening cunt.

“You might feel a pinch,” Sunset said breathlessly as she pushed Twilight’s knees apart. Her touch glided over the inside of Twilight’s thighs, making goosebumps rise and eliciting a shiver from her servant.

Shifting, Sunset brought her face down low, making sure to press her cunt into Twilight’s ravenous mouth. Twilight buried her face deep, her tongue lapping with wonton abandon, even as Sunset squeezed her thighs around her head.

Twilight felt Sunset caress her pussy, lovingly stroking her swollen clit. Her queen slipped two of her fingers into her servant’s aching hole, making Twilight’s toes curl. She massaged Twilight’s G-spot, making the girl under her moan into Sunset’s cunt as she was wetly fucked. Sunset chuckled as she pet Twilight’s left inner thigh, kissing the spot over that special place. Twilight felt her lower abdomen clench and fought to take a breath as she braced herself.

With a low growl, Sunset sank her fangs into Twilight’s thigh, piercing her femoral artery. Twilight jerked, crying out briefly, only for the initial stab of pain to be washed away in a wave of deep warmth and bliss. Twilight’s tongue stuttered against Sunset’s clit as she felt herself slip into a different reality. The tiniest taste of what a vampire experienced.

It was… more real. She had trouble describing it every time, but the point was—she felt more connected to everything. And she sensed it all so clearly.

Sunset’s fingers fucking her wet hole. A fly buzzing on the other side of the apartment. A stray dog padding down the alley outside. The jeweled glitter of the string lights and the fragrant scent of the hanging fern. Sunset swallowing down her fountaining blood, personally pumped into her hungry mouth courtesy of Twilight’s chugging heart.

The rhythmic boom of the muscle in her chest and the wet guzzling of her life force buoyed the warm and weightless feeling Twilight felt. Sunset gently bounced on her face as she pumped her fingers in her servant’s pussy, massaging firmly and relentlessly that tender spot that made Twilight’s clit, currently being ground into by the heel of Sunset’s palm, spark with crackling pleasure. Such that Twilight could feel a great surge of ecstasy tear through her like a lightning bolt, electrifying every limb, seizing every muscle.

The ocean. That’s what she had compared Sunset Shimmer to. And now it was like it was bursting out of her.

Twilight threw her head back, shrieking as her body tightened and her pussy squirted, her hips twitching into Sunset’s touch as droplets of femmecum sprinkled everywhere.

Sunset bit down harder on Twilight’s thigh, but it only felt like more pressure as Twilight felt the bed sheets soak under her. As her body relaxed, she flattened her tongue and let Sunset fuck herself, only occasionally flicking her tongue when she could conjure the sheer will to drive her exhausted mouth upward.

She felt Sunset’s grip on her left thigh tighten, and a split second later, Twilight’s queen lifted her head with a shout. Gradually her hips slowed down, and with a deep sigh, she lifted herself off Twilight’s face, but not before licking the bite marks on Twilight’s thigh. Immediately Twilight felt the wounds itch as they rapidly scabbed over, but she resisted the strong urge to reach down and scratch. Sunset lay next to her on the bed, panting and wiping a stray trickle of blood from her chin. Contrary to what some movies and shows depicted, Sunset wasn’t a messy eater.

Twilight managed to lift her lead-filled arm and knock it into Sunset’s side in what was supposed to be a gentle tap, but that was harder to manage whilst freshly sapped of blood. “Um. Sorry about the mess. I’ll swap the sheets, okay?”

Sunset rolled her eyes. “I’m not worried about the sheets, Twilight.” She glanced over at her girlfriend and tapped her cheek. “How are the, uh…” She faltered and gestured vaguely over her body. “Y’know. Stuff. And things.”

Twilight snorted and lifted her eyebrows. “My boo-boos?” When Sunset made a face in reply, she laughed despite aching cheeks and waved a dismissive hand. “Ah, it’s fine. The makeup will cover it up.”

“At least take some painkillers,” Sunset said with suffering exasperation.

Twilight blew a raspberry. “Can’t. You gave me wine.”

“Ice pack?”

“Nah. I like the bruises.” Twilight winked at her, grinning playfully. She was always in a great mood when they were through. “It helps me relive it all.”

Sunset rubbed her forehead. “Sure, but what if your parents see?”

“Hmm…” Twilight schooled her expression into one of innocence. “‘Mom, Dad. I walked into a door. Twice. Can I go to my room now and masturbate whilst sexting my girlfriend?’”

Sunset threw her hands up into the air, and Twilight laughed again. This morphed into hysterical giggles as Sunset, using her vampiric speed, suddenly teleported on top of Twilight and tickle-attacked her.

They cleaned up. Sunset made Twilight rinse her mouth out with salt water to help her cuts and insisted she use an ice pack. She heated up some leftover homemade vegetable soup because her sub was too weak from blood loss to stand for long. They watched an anime about a man who wished for an immortal goddess to stay with him forever and had his wish granted. Twilight joked that it felt topical, making her girlfriend groan and call her a nerd.

At some point, Sunset, feeling bad that she might have drained Twilight of too much blood, got up to get her a glass of water. Twilight, annoyed, threw a pillow at Sunset’s head to tell her that she was fine. She consequently got dizzy and had to lie down. When Sunset returned to her, scolding all the way, Twilight whined about being bullied.

Sighing, the vampire carried her lover back up to the bed late that night. She spooned Twilight from behind on the newly swapped sheets. Her arms felt like a cage of safety, and Twilight nestled deeper into it as her eyes drifted shut, her thoughts straying, straying...

And lo! The worker of these harms,
That holds the maiden in her arms,
Seems to slumber still and mild,
As a mother with her child.

Sunset tapped the side of Twilight’s head with a rough sigh.

Twilight blushed in the dark. “Sorry…”

But she felt Sunset’s laughter rumble through her, and she laughed too. They lay there together until they both drifted off to sleep, at peace with the present and the future: a satiated queen and her dedicated servant.

Author's Note

Close second for end-of-chapter song was Bleed Together by Matt Lange. It seemed better to end on a lighter note, though.

The public domain poem referenced in the fic is called Christabel by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.