Xy Chromosome

XY Chromosome

Chapter twenty-three: A Date in Tartarus part 1

Slowly opening my eyes, I awoke with a soreness scourging throughout my neck. I wanted to rub it to relieve the pain, but I thought that unwise as I scarily saw a young mare sleeping against me as her arm was wrapped over my chest. “Oh sweet Christ, was I used last night!?” I noticed several red candles lighting up the dark room.

“Depends on your definition of used.”

“Nightmare?”

“Tis I.”

“What happened?”

“You were bitten by a vampony last night.”

“A vampony?”

“Yes, I thought they were just a myth, but from what’s happened I can easily say otherwise.”

“But…, what?”

“Listen.” Nightmare sighed. “I don’t know much more about what’s happened than you do. All I know is that after you were bitten she must have dragged you to her dwelling.”

“That’s it?”

“Were you expecting more?”

“Yes actually, I was. You usually have a lot of insight on matters like these.”

“Well, excuse me for watching over your unconscious body for the past ten hours.”

“I was out for that long!?”

“Indeed you were.”

“Didn’t you try to control my body so we could get away?”

“I’m sorry, but last time I heard you didn’t want me taking control without your permission. Not that I couldn’t if I tried; I’m still yet to know what this vampony’s true intentions are.”

“Didn’t she say she worshiped you?”

“Yes, but one can easily say they worship someone. Also, I want to know what kind of power she holds because what you saw last night wasn’t natural by any means.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at her.”

Turning my head to the naked mare snuggling me as she slept, I took note how different her features were; she didn’t have any wings, her mane and tail were silver-white, she had a pale, mauve coat and horn, also, if I wasn’t mistaken, her feminine assets were a bit smaller. “This can’t be the mare who bit me, she looks completely different.”

“It’s her; she has the same scent as the mare who bit you last night.”

“Okay, but why am I sleeping with h-” I hesitantly cut myself off seeing the young mare’s normal, yellow eyes open halfway.

“You’re awake.” She yawned in a soft, sweet voice.

Blinking as I glared at her fangs, she formed a smile before stretching out her arms.

“You’ve been out for awhile Thrall.”

“Uhmm…Thrall?” I questioned.

“Yes, you are my servant. Now get up and fetch my cloak.” She ordered.

I looked at her as if she was crazy before my eyes strayed to the cloak as it lay in a heap on the other side of the dull, candle lit room. “No, you get it.”

Her eyes seemed to flash red for a split second before she looked at me confusingly. “Let’s try this again, fetch.” She pointed to the cloak.

“I’m not a dog.”

She glanced at my neck momentarily before she began to pout. “Why won’t you do as I say!?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“But I bit you, so you should be my thrall, my obedient slave.”

“A sex slave!?” I began to imagine why I was in the same bed as her.

“No…, but having sex will make you more submissive, or so I’ve heard mother tell me.” The vampony blushed as she eagerly snuggled closer to me, giving my private section a jolt as I felt her breasts press against my side.

“I thought for sure this would’ve played out differently.” I heard Nightmare say at the back of my head.

“Uhmm…no thanks, I’m fine.” I tried to get out from under the sheets.

“But it will feel good I’m sure.” She tugged my arm slightly, which to me felt like being yanked. “And I promise to be a kind mistress.” She finished as she rolled over and straddled me.

“Nightmare, do something!”

“I don’t know if I should, this is arousing.” She giggled.

“Nightmare!?”

“How about Nightmare please.”

“Please Nightmare!”

“Hmm, how about please Mistress  Nightmare.”

“For the love of God, just make her stop!”

“Alright cryfoal, I’ll help.”

Nightmare’s mist began flowing out of my nose leaving the vampony gaping slightly as she saw it. The mist disappeared under me before I felt myself rise from the bed as fur and flesh replaced the mattress beneath me. Her large breasts pressed against the back of my shoulders, forming two soft pillows for me to rest on as she wrapped both arms around my chest. “Sorry, but this stallion’s taken.” Nightmare kissed my cheek.

“L-Lady Nightmare!” The vampony immediately jumped off the bed and knelt.

“Tell me vampony, but why did you try to steal my stallion?” Her embrace across my chest tightened slightly.

“My stallion?” I thought.

“May I say it is such an honor to finally meet you.” She continued to kneel.

“Did I ask that?”

“N-no my lady, but I…I had no idea, and I swear I wouldn’t have tried to make him my thrall if I knew.” The vampony lifted her head. Her expression depicted great esteem towards Nightmare as her eyes were filled with awe and adoration.

“It’s understandable, almost everymare he comes across wants him.” One of Nightmare’s tail tendrils slid underneath my underwear, and began stroking my member.

“Of all places!” I mentally stated, wanting Nightmare to hear me.

“Tell me vampony, what is your name?” Nightmare asked.

“Crimson Mist my lady.”

“Well it certainly fits you from when you bit Daniel.”

“Daniel, my lady?”

“Him.” Another one of Nightmare’s tendrils crept below and began massaging my scrotum as I couldn’t help but grunt.

“He uhh…Daniel was sweating out of fear, that is why I bit him.”

“So you can smell fear?” I asked.

“Not exactly, bodies give off a peculiar scent for each emotion, and yours so happened to be fear.”

“Well, you did look pretty intimidating when I first saw you.”

“That was my other form, every vampony has one.”

“Was there a reason why you looked like that?”

“I was being careful, traveling though the Everfree at night is even dangerous for one of my kind.”

“And what exactly is the difference?”

“As you can see I don’t have any wings, and my breasts and b-…” Crimson Mist stopped as she gasped. “I’m naked! Lady Nightmare, my deepest apologies for my carelessness, I’m not worthy to be in your presence.” She tried covering he assets as best she could with her arms and hands.

Nightmare gave a cocky and sultry smile as she watched Crimson Mist do her best to cover herself. I could almost hear her purr in delight with the praise and adoration she was receiving. “Don’t hide yourself, your nude physique is appetizing to my eyes.” Nightmare stated as she scanned her.

“I’m…appetizing to you, Lady Nightmare?” Crimson Mist blushed as she relaxed.

“You were saying?” I wanted Crimson Mist to continue with her explanation about her other form.

“Oh…, well like I said before when in my other form I have wings, my body changes color, my ‘assets’ are slightly bigger, and finally my senses and strength are heightened significantly.”

“So, what happened, why don’t you look the same like you did before.”

“Because there’s no danger here.”

“And where exactly is here?”

“Tartarus of course.”

“Tartarus?” Nightmare’s massaging and stroking stopped.

“Yes Lady Nightmare, but to be exact we are inside Crimson Manor.”

“Crimson Manor?” I questioned.

“Mhmm, this is where the mistress of the clan resides along with her family.”

“So, I take it you’re part of the family?”

“Yep, in fact I’m the youngest of the clan.”

“And how old are you?”

“Just eighty-seven.”

“Oh, well you have plenty of time left then.” “Holy crap, how is she so old, yet look so young.”

“Actually I have forever to live, we vamponies stop aging when we reach two-hundred-fifty.”

“Wow, immortality…” “Cool, but how do we leave Tartarus?”

“You want to leave?” Crimson Mist asked rather surprised.

“Well, we can’t stay here, I have ‘duties’ to perform.”

“Hold on Daniel, we don’t have to leave right now.”

“But what about Lun-” Nightmare clamped a hand over my mouth before I could finish.

“I’m curious to know something Crimson Mist.” Nightmare began.

“Anything Lady Nightmare.”

“Does every vampony worship me?”

“Yes, even the vamponies from other clans adore you and your greatness.”

“Perfect.” Nightmare smirked. “Take me to your mistress, she and I need to discuss a few things.” She pushed me off her.

“Rude Nightmare!”

“Certainly my lady, mother would love to meet you.” Crimson Mist grabbed her bundled cloak and put it on.

Getting off the bed, I stretched and heard my neck crack causing my vision to darken momentarily. “Ahhh, that felt nice.” I whispered as the soreness in my neck began to disappear.

The three of us exited the room, and began walking down a long, dark corridor. Near the end Crimson Mist opened one of the doors, which strangely enough had a staircase behind it leading down to another door at the bottom. Behind the next door, there was another corridor which we walked through near the end where we repeated the same process of going down a staircase, opening the bottom door, and yet finding another corridor for us to walk through…again. “My God, this is one weird house.”

As we neared the end of this corridor, she opened another door which lead to a staircase leading down like twice before, and once more there was another door at the bottom.

“Have you been leading us in circles vampony?” Nightmare asked rather annoyed.

“No my lady, the previous corridors we went through were mere illusions.”

“So is this entire place an illusion?” I questioned.

“No, only the corridors. We put a spell in each one to confuse any ‘curious’ guests.”

“Curious guests?”

“Not all the vampony clans get along with each other; my clan, the Crimson Clan, are bitter rivals with the Moonlight Clan and many others.

“Oh, so the illusion acts like a security measure incase someone breaks in.”

“Exactly.” Crimson Mist opened the door.

Instead of another corridor on the other side, the door led to an upstairs living room as there were two sets of stairs leading to the lower story below. It was dully lit just like Crimson Mist’s room,  as only a few candles were alight along the wall sconces. There was a large window at the back showing the outside behind the mansion, which wasn’t all too pleasant to look out of. If it weren’t for the torches hanging from the gnarly black fence, which I assumed surrounded the house, no one would be able to see the scary forest of spooky, dead trees behind the fence along with a chopping block that had a pile of skulls next to it. “I guess that’s what happens to curious guests.” I thought as goosebumps appeared across my body.

“Enjoying the view?” Crimson Mist asked from behind, making me shudder.

“Err…it’s something.” I turned my head to her.

“Isn’t it. We leave the skulls out there as a reminder for those who wish to break in to think twice.”

“It would certainly make me think twice…, but why doesn’t your clan get along with the others?”

“As strange as this may sound, but the reason why is because the patriarch favors our clan.”

“The patriarch?” Nightmare questioned, viewing a huge portrait of a half-naked, smirking, pale stallion dressed in a black cloak.

“You’d be looking at him right now Lady Nightmare.”

“This is him?” Nightmare raised a brow.

“Mhmm, Count Blood Bone. Since he’s the only vampony stallion the clans are in competition to gain his favor.”

“So you all kill each other for his amusement.”

“Count Blood Boner.” I mentally chuckled. “Hey, that actually makes sense; blood is needed to cause an erection.”

“That’s a dark way of putting it my lady, but yes, the strongest clan gets him.”

“Despicable.” Nightmare growled. “Handing himself over like a trophy, has anypony tried to kill him?”

“I agree my lady, it is rather shameful, but if he was gone there would be no stallions left to y’know…sway with.” Crimson Mist’s cheeks reddened as she took a quick glance at me. “But yes Lady Nightmare, someone in our clan did attempt to kill him.”

“Who?”

“My aunt, Crimson Drop.”

“Since Blood Bone is still alive, I take it she failed?”

“Yes, but she did chip one of his fangs, and because of the attempt he declared my aunt a traitor, and she was to be executed.”

“What happened then?” I asked.

“She disappeared, and no pony has seen or heard from her since.”

Nightmare and I looked at each other briefly, and I knew we were thinking the same thing. “Dr. Crimson.”

“Oh, I forgot to mention My Lady, but once all the clans hear about you there will be no more feuding between us.”

“There won’t?”

“No, because your return marks the time to stop fighting and unite, so that we all may live under your rule."

“Interesting.”

“So, how many people live here in the mansion?” I changed the subject, but also I was getting the vibe that Nightmare and I have only seen a small portion of it.

“Just my mother and I.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“Wow…”

“Yeah, so it’s kind of difficult to find each other sometimes, but if anything she’s usually in her chamber or at the market.”

“But wouldn’t she have seen you bring me into the mansion?”

“She wasn’t home.” “Thank Nightmare she wasn’t too, mother would’ve sucked him to no end.”

“Is she home now?”

“There’s a good chance she is, we’ve been here for awhile, but if she isn’t she’s probably at the market purchasing new thralls.”

“Why would you need new thralls?”

“Because once their blood becomes distasteful we either turn them into vamponies or devour them…, but usually we end up eating them after they’re sucked dry.”

“You eat your servants!?”

“Not always…, but it is a good way to maintain food around here. I mean you wouldn’t want to eat spoiled food everyday would you?”

“And what about Daniel?” Nightmare asked.

“Daniel my lady…, well…I was hoping for him to become my thrall…, then maybe after I had my fun with him I would turn him into a vampony, so that way we could be together.” Crimson Mist twiddled her fingers.

“Sounds like somepony has a crush on you.” Nightmare leaned over and whispered into my ear.

“I’m sure a lot more do too.” I sighed.

“A lot more what?”

“Uhh…nothing Crimson.”

“Okay, well anyway her chamber is downst-

“Crimson Mist!” We all heard someone call from the antechamber.

“I guess she was at the market.” Crimson Mist shrugged. “Coming mother!” She replied back as she quickly began traveling down the stairs to the lower story.

While Crimson Mist and her mother talked downstairs, Nightmare and I stayed where we were. She and I both stared at the portrait of Blood Bone and by the expression on Nightmare’s face I knew she wasn’t at all impressed with the information we received about him. “They got a strange society here.” I said beside Nightmare.

“Indeed.”

“So, what about this Blood Bone guy?”

“I’m going to get rid of him.” She stated.

“Why?”

“The answer is very simple Daniel. From what Crimson told us, Blood Bone will be just like Blueblood back in Canterlot. Maybe not as arrogant, but I’m sure he has other qualities that measure up. Just look at the size of the portrait and the painting itself, it shows he has a large ego.”

“And you don‘t?” “You want to get rid of him because of that?”

“No, the reason why is because if the clans are to stop feuding because of me that would mean he no longer has a place here, not to mention he will lose his authority.”

“Do you think he will try to find a loophole, or some other way to stay in power?”

“If your people suddenly switched over to another they wanted to follow, wouldn’t you try something to get them back.”

“Point taken.” I nodded, though I wasn’t completely convinced. I didn’t know who this Blood Bone was, and it’s not moral to suddenly judge another because someone told a few details about him or her. If anything, Tartarus doesn’t sound like a friendly place, so I would have to tread lightly.

I continued to glare at the portrait of Blood Bone before noticing it was one of those kind where the eyes would watch you no matter where one stood. Glaring over to Nightmare as she sat in a decorative chair, I looked back at the portrait and knew if the eyes were watching me then they were most definitely watching her.

“Who is it you’re so eager for me to meet?” I heard Crimson’s mother say as she and her daughter walked up the stairs.

“Just c’mon.” Crimson Mist urged as she reached the top. “See mother!?”

“I don’t see anyp-…oh…, what do we have here?” A slightly taller, mature unicorn mare caught sight of me as I turned away from the portrait. Her coat was a typical white, and her mane and tail were jet black. She wore a dread, violet, one-piece dress with the top exposing her nicely developed breasts. “Who might you be?” Her hips swayed at her advance towards me. She momentarily pressed her body against mine and took in a deep inhale next to my neck. “He smells delightful. Does he taste just as good?”

“Actually mother, he’s not the one I wanted you to meet?”

“He’s not?”

“No, I want you to meet our lady.”

“Our lady?”

“Mhmm.” Crimson Mist pointed to the chair Nightmare sat in.

Once Crimson Mist’s mother realized who was sitting in the chair, I watched as she immediately fell to her knees and bowed. “Lady Nightmare, y-you have returned.”

“I have for a while.” Nightmare spoke dully. “Crimson Mist, why don‘t you show Daniel around?”

“Wait, what’s going on?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I need to speak with Crimson Mist‘s mother in private.”

“Oh, so you’re dismissing us.” I rolled my eyes. “The power certainly went to your brain quick.”

“Just go, there are things we are going to talk about that I don’t want you to hear.”

“C’mon Daniel, there‘s so much to show you.” Crimson Mist took me by the wrist, and the two of us hurriedly made our way down the stairs before exiting through the manor’s door.

-

Nightmare Moon First person:

I wasn’t at all trying to brush Daniel aside, but because of the conversation I was going to have with Crimson Mist’s mother it would be best that he left; I wouldn’t want him to know my devious plan for kicking Celestia off the throne. The more ignorant Daniel is the better, however it still bewilders me as to why he hasn’t told anyone about me yet. Just like when I read his thoughts during the gala he had good reason to tell, but he didn’t. He was just an asset for me to use, but lately I think we’ve developed a bond for each other. Whatever the case, Crimson Mist better keep him safe. “Tell me your name.”

“Crimson Haze my lady.”

"Is everypony here named Crimson?” “Your daughter says vamponies worship me, is that true?”

“Yes Lady Nightmare, you are our long awaited ruler, and we would do anything to please you.”

“Good, because I already have a task in mind.”

-

There were no stars above, just a distant, lone, full moon that barely lit the sky as Crimson and I went through the creaky, black gate leading to the mansion. The path to the settlement declined as Crimson and I walked it, which meant the mansion was on top a slope. It was the typical scene for a mansion; sitting on a hill segregated from the rest of town. “So, you‘re going to show me the settlement?”

“Mhmm.”

“Are you sure, I don’t want to be vampony food.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

“I dunno…”

“It’ll be fine, besides my clan’s vamponies will think you’re my thrall, so they will have to ask for my permission before touching you.”

“…A’right, I’ll take your word for it.” I said as we traveled down the path to the small community below.

There wasn’t too much going on once Crimson Mist and I reached the settlement. There weren’t too many buildings as the settlement was very small, maybe a quarter the size of Ponyville. A few po-…vamponies were walking around and talking amongst themselves, but none of them seemed to show interest in us…until we walked past them.

“Is that a new thrall Crimson Mist?” A vampony approached us with several other behind her. They all looked a little older than Crimson Mist, not by much, but enough to show facial difference. From what they wore it seemed like the stereotypical thing; dreaded gowns and dresses, something one would expect a woman to wear if she was the host of a haunted house.

“Mhmm, just got him today.”

“Where’d you find him, he wasn’t for sale at the market earlier.”

“He was wandering around one of the entrances to Tartarus, and I so happened to catch him before he ran off.” She lied.

“Lucky, there hasn’t been a stallion thrall ever since…, well…you know.” The other vampony shied away.

“Yeah…I remember.” Crimson Mist’s head fell.

“We all do, but off that topic. What’s he taste like? I could smell his sweet scent the second I saw him.”

“Divine…, I’ve never tasted blood so rich and sweet.” “It’s alright, nothing too special.”

“Oh, so he’s one of those kind that smells better than he tastes.”

“I was disappointed too, but like any other thrall he’s here to serve, right Daniel?”

“Uhh…right mistress.”

“That’s his name?”

“Yep.”

“How odd…” She looked at me quizzically.

“Anyway, I’m giving him a tour before he begins serving my mother and I at the manor.”

“If he was my thrall I’d make him do more than just serve me.” One of the other vamponies stated with a lustful smile.

I didn’t think Crimson Mist liked hearing that, for her hand clenched tightly around my wrist. “C’mon Daniel.” She huffed as we walked away.

-

Third Person:

“Nice going Darkstar, you made him leave.”

“Hey, you would make him do ‘other’ stuff too.”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have a big mouth and tell everypony.” “It‘s not surprising since she ate her thrall.”

-

“You…alright Crimson?” I asked trying to not yelp at the pain she was inflicting upon my wrist.

“I can’t believe they would do something like that to you.” She growled as we sped walked. Vamponies were looking at us strangely, and I couldn’t decide whether is was me or the disgruntled expression on Crimson. Though, the looks changed as there were no more to be seen once we were out of the settlement.

“Where’re we going?”

“To the cemetery, I want to get something for Lady Nightmare.”

“The cemetery!?” “But why are you so upset, so what if said she would make me do more than just serve.”

“I’m upset because you’re Lady Nightmare’s stallion, and nopony else should try to seduce you.”

“Weren’t you going to?” I yanked my hand free from her steel grip.

“That was before I knew.” She turned to me disappointingly.

“You’d be surprised how carefree she is when it comes to me sleeping with others.”

“You sleep with other mares!?”

“It’s my job, I’m repopulating the stallion gender.”

“And Lady Nightmare is okay with it?”

“She encourages me to, though sometimes I wish she wouldn’t. She nearly gets me in trouble.”

“But…what about you being hers?”

“I’m going to make it clear, but I belong to no one. If anything, I see Nightmare as a companion.”

“Then why’d she call you ‘my stallion’?”

“Because you tried to force me to have sex with you.” “Like that’s not happened before.” “Not to mention you wanted to make me your slave.”

“But I would be very kind to you, and I would make sure you were always safe and never lose you like daddy!”

“Daddy?”

Crimson Mist gasped as she covered her mouth with both hands. “Uhh…forget I said that.”

“Your father was your slave!?” I cried dumbstruck.

“Not completely, I mean he wasn’t a full blood vampony nor a thrall, he was something else.”

“Like what?”

“There are classes in vampony society, thralls being the lowest along with breeding vamponies, then vampony, then full blood vampony.”

“What’s the difference in all of them?”

“Thralls are obvious, they’re just servants. Breeding vamponies have every quality of a vampony except they don’t have a second form, and are mainly used as breeding stock to give birth to vamponies, but also serve as servants just like thralls. Vamponies are the ones you saw in the settlement including my mother and I, and they’re the most common amongst vampony society. Finally there is the full blood vampony, notice how I say is and not are because there’s only one of them.”

“And who might that be.”

“Blood Bone, he’s an original vampony, which makes him full blood.”

“Does that mean he’s more powerful.”

“Yes, much more powerful than the common vampony.”

“Maybe I should tell Nightmare about that.” “Okay, but what about your dad?”

“He was a breeding vampony, but we treated him like any other vampony…, and I miss him.” Her voice saddened.

“What happened to him?”

“He was killed.”

“How?”

“Well, since we don’t get along with other clans they sometimes send out raiding parties. The last one we defended against was the biggest, and my daddy was one of the first to die. Y’see he was at the market picking up some arachnipony silk, which is of high value because it’s very strong and lasts forever, but getting it is difficult. Not even a group of vamponies have a solid chance of escaping an arachnipony nest. Anyway, when the raid came he was walking out of the market and was killed for it…, strange too because after he was dead the rival vamponies began to back off.”

“Seems like someone didn‘t want him around anymore.” “Did they get away with the silk?”

“Yes…, but not without paying.” Her eyes flashed red again. “Those skulls you saw at the back of the mansion, most of them were from the vamponies who raided us that day.”

“A lot of beheading was done I’m assuming.”

“How right you are, and I gladly participated in watching their heads roll.”

“What’d you do with the bodies?”

“We left them to rot out in the forest.”

“Well, all I can say to that is I hope it never happens again.”

“I hope it doesn’t either.” She finished the depressing conversation.

We kept quiet until we reached the cemetery, like any other place of rest it was gated except for the entrance. It was small in comparison to most graveyards, but nether the less it was a place to pay respects to the dead. “What exactly are we here for?”

“Black roses.”

“Is that what you brought to Nightamare’s statue?”

“Mhmm, they only grow around vampony burial sites.”

“How come?”

“Because in vampony tradition a dead vampony is to be burned, and their ashes spread. The tombstones you see here don‘t have any bodies beneath them, they serve more as small shrines honoring the fallen. As for the roses they aren’t naturally black, but sometimes vampony ash enters the stigma along with the pollen, and after the rose dies the next generation have black petals…, which reminds me.” She sighed, face-palming herself.

“What?”

“Vampony ash doesn’t just turn the roses black, it also hexes them.”

“Hexes?”

“It means the roses are imbued with a dark magic making them unable to snap away from the bush.”

“Then how are we supposed to gather some?”

“Hexes are susceptible by enchantments, and luckily I know an enchanting spell. Though, there is one slight problem.

“Go on…”

“I don’t have anything sharp to enchant with me.”

“I should’ve brought the sword…, and that reminds me, but where is the armor I had?”

“Back at the manor, just like the tool we need to gather up the roses.”

“So we have to go all the way back?” I rolled my eyes.

“Not necessarily; if you stay here I can quickly run back and grab it.”

“How long will it take you.”

“About a minute.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, watch and I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Uhh, okay.” I said before Crimson Mist took off down the way we came. She wasn’t kidding when she said she’ll be quick; clouds of dust followed her until she vanished from sight.

Figuring she would be gone for a couple minutes, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom. I’ve been holding it in since last night and I really had to go. There was an unfortunate bush right outside the cemetery entrance I unleashed on. “Ahhhhh, that felt good.” I sighed as I finished up. Giving it a few shakes to get any droplets out, there was a sudden change in temperature as I felt icy chills everywhere on my body. “Jesus it got cold.” I shivered, staring down at my fraction sized dick.

“Will you help me?” I heard a feminine voice say from behind.

Turning my head to see who it was, I nearly fainted as my skin turned paler than Crimson Mist’s other form.

“Please don’t run away, please, I need your help.”

“Y-you’re a g-g-ghost!” My eye twitched as I couldn’t stop my uncontrollable shaking. She was transparent, but her body could be seen as she had a pale blue aura emitting from her. She had the physique of any ordinary mare, but her eyes were blank as she stared hopeful at me.

“I am, but I don’t wish to continue being one. I’ve been trapped in this small cemetary for as long as can remember, waiting for a stallion to assist me in my ascension.”

“W-why do you need my help.” I stuttered, still the slightest bit terrified.

“Because you’re a stallion, and I have not fulfilled the one thing I hoped to accomplish when alive.”

“And…that is?”

“I need you to seduce me.”

“What!?”

“Please, it’s the only way for me to ascend, and there hasn’t been a lone stallion here for millennia.”

“But…you’re a ghost, how am I supposed to do that?”

“It will be no different if I were living, so can I count on you to help me?”

“Uhh…dammit, fine.” I turned around with my junk still hanging out.

“Oh thank Eunomia, I can finally leave this place.” She knelt down and opened her ghostly mouth to swallow my member.

It was so bizarre, I could actually feel her lips gliding across my length, but they were so icy cold. “S-so, what happened t-to you?”

“I was sucked of all my blood from my mistress.” She said slurping up, what I thought to be, ectoplasm as she stroked my member.

“You were a thrall?”

“Mhmm.” She went back to sucking my tool.

I heard her moan every time she reached my hilt, which was kind of funny because that’s what ghosts do, moan. However, she didn’t keep her pace long as she stopped short, and I noticed she began to fade. “What’s happening?”

“You helped me with my need to ascend.” She gave my tip a ticklish lick.

“Really, that’s it?” I raised a brow.

“Yes, all I ever wanted as a thrall was to know what a stallion felt like, and from what I’ve experienced just now it was worth the time I have spent waiting.”

“So, you’re just going to vanish?”

“I am no longer in debt to myself, so now I can finally rest in peace.”

“Oh…well, congratulations.”

“Thank-you for being so kind, I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.” She said right before she completely disappeared.

After a few brief moments of just standing perfectly still, I zipped up my pants, but not before wiping off whatever was dripping from my dick  “Did that really just happen?” I muttered to myself. “And who’s Eunomia?“ Shaking the bizarre event out my head, I noticed Crimson Mist running back with the clouds of dust following her.

“I’m back.” She stated, stopping short of the gate.

“What is that?” I glared at the giant, gothic harvesting tool in her hands.

“My scythe.” She chirped.

“That thing’s huge!” I gulped at the giant blade.

“Yes it is, and it’s great for harvesting flesh.” A small smirk replaced her smile.

“I hope it’s not mine you're after.” I laughed uneasily.

“Nope, I’m going to use it to cut off some roses.” Her horn glowed dark purple along with the blade. “There, now those roses should cut like tissue.”

“Great, but I’ll tell you what. You can go in there and cut as many roses as you need, but I’m going to stay outside the cemetery?”

“Why?”

“I’m not in the mood to be cut in half “

“I’m not going to cut you, because me accidentally cutting you with my scythe is like saying I would strap you down to a rafter and slowly skin you alive starting from the fingertips.”

“I’m not moving.” I frantically shook my head. “Her comparisons need work.”

“Suit yourself.” Crimson Mist entered the cemetery, and began harvesting the eerie colored roses after imbuing her scythe with some kind of magic from her horn.

I watched her gingerly remove any black roses she came across. Crimson Mist was careful with her scythe, or perhaps the blade was so sharp it required almost no effort to cut the rose’s stem. Though, she wasn’t in there for too long; the cemetery had quite a few rose bushes in which she easily gathered enough. “Do you think Lady Nightmare will like them?” She asked, sheathing her scythe behind her before carrying out a large bouquet’s worth of black, thorny roses.

“I think she will.”

“You think so?” Crimson Mist and I began to walking back to the settlement.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

-

Nightmare Moon talking to Crimson Haze First person:

“Lady Nightmare, if I may, but what about your stallion?”

“What about him?” I asked.

“How is he able to restore your lost power?”

“I have him perform peculiar deeds for me…, deeds that only few can feed off of.”

“Like what my lady?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Of course my lady.”

“Now, do I have to repeat what we discussed, or do you know what to do?”

“I understand Lady Nightmare.”

Excellent, now get to it.” I crossed my legs as I continued to sit in the comfortable, ornate chair occasionally glaring at the ridiculous portrait.

I watched Crimson Haze conjure paper and a quill, and immediately she began writing. Since I am their prophesized, renowned leader my first order was to stop the rivalry between the vampony clans, and unite them. I learned a little more about Count Blood Bone too; even though he will favor a clan that doesn’t mean he won’t decide to journey off to another instead of sticking around, and usually it would happen at the end of every month. Coincidentally nopony in the Crimson Clan had seen him for several days, and they were the ones he favored at the moment. Once the clan leaders see me as their leader I will make quick work of Blood Bone. “Better start planning your counter.” I whispered, looking at the portrait.

-

“Would you perhaps consider selling your thrall Crimson Mist? With his sweet scent I’m sure he’ll fetch for a nice price.”

“Sorry Red Moon, but he’s not for sale.” Crimson Mist pulled three small vials filled with dark-red liquid from her cloak.

“I see…, perhaps it’s for the best too?”

“Why’s that?”

“The recent shipment of thralls I received from one of our smugglers has gone missing.”

“Maybe they ran off.” I suggested.

"Impossible, I bit them and ordered that they stay here."

“Then why was I able to resist?”

“Somepony is stealing then.”

“Hmf, there’s nothing dirtier than a thief.” Red Moon huffed as she grabbed a crystal vase from underneath the countertop.

“I don’t suppose the succuponies have anything to do with it?” Crimson Mist questioned.

“They might have, but it’s unlikely because they go after stallion thralls. If that’s the case keep an eye on yours.” She took the three vials Crimson Mist set on the counter.

“I will.“ Crimson Mist took the vase. “Anyway, thanks Red Moon.” She placed the bundle of black roses into the vase.

“Come again soon, you never know what the smugglers might bring in.” She called after us as we left the market.

“It looks pretty…in an eerie sort of way.” I commented on the vase with the roses.

“I really hope Lady Nightmare likes it, I don’t have anymore vials of blood.”

“It’s weird how you use blood as currency, considering you drink it.”

“Blood is what’s available to us.”

“True, but what about gold or gems?”

“Too rare, and even if we vamponies had access to a great amount they are nothing to us compared to a rich sip of blood.”

“Different people, different values.”

“I keep wondering something Daniel...”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Why weren’t you submissive to me even though you’re not truly Lady Nightmare’s stallion?”

“I honestly don’t know.” ”I miss Jynx...maybe that's why her bite didn't work.”

“Maybe you’re resistant?”

“That might be it.”

“In that case, would you mind if I had another sip your blood later?”

“No, the first time you bit me it hurt.”

“I was in my other form then, in this form I’m more careful.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“…No.”

“Please?”

“Fine.”

“Really!?”

“No.”

“Pleeease?” She looked up at me with cute puppy-dog eyes.

“Errr…it won’t hurt will it?” I groaned.

“From what other thralls tell me, it feels like a pinch.”

“Okay, you can have a sip…, but only a sip. I don’t want to see myself becoming pale.”

“You won’t, I promise.”

“Do you?”

“Cross my heart, and hope to burn.” She promised as we began walking up the path back to the mansion.

-

“Mother, I’m home!” Crimson Mist called upon entering the mansion.

“Is Nightmare’s stallion with you!?” Her mother called back from upstairs.

“I’m here!” I replied, going up the stairs with Crimson Mist behind me.

I found Crimson’s mother finishing up a letter before magically sending it along with dispersing her quill. Nightmare was still sitting in the chair looking rather bored  as she viewed her nails. “Crimson Mist has something for you Nightmare.” I said as I took a seat across from her.

“Does she?”

“Yes my lady, and they’re freshly picked too.” Crimson Mist held out the vase filled with black roses. “Do you like them Lady Nightmare?”

“I do, they match my coat, but why don’t you give them to Daniel for safekeeping.” Nightmare smiled as Crimson Mist gave me the vase.

I sat silent and heard the three of them chat away. Apparently Nightmare had Crimson Mist’s mother, Crimson Haze, send letters to the other clan leaders about her return, and how a gathering was in order. All the while I listened, I was also recollecting the things I’ve heard here; the tragedy of her father, the raid, the ghost, the thrall kidnappings, Count Blood Bone. As if I didn’t already have enough questions there seemed to always be more.

-

Molestia First person:

“Well this is a change of events.” I said, glaring down at the cute, demon-like mare as she knelt before me.

“We succuponies have been awaiting for your release Mistress.”

“Oh, and how do I know this isn’t a trick?”

“It was prophesized that one day our leader will sprout from Equestria’s ruler, which you have done Mistress.”

“So this small change in appearance has you convinced?”

“I…I really wouldn’t call them err…it small Mistress.” The succuopony lifted her head and stared at my bosom.

“They’re certainly something, wouldn’t you agree?” I placed a hand atop one of my breasts.

“Yes, biggest I’ve ever se…umm.” She blushed as she shyly turned her head away.

“Tell me something succupony; if I asked you about your kind and service to me, would you give me all the information you possess?”

“Yes Mistress, of course.” She nodded.

“Splendid, then start talking. I can easily change back and let the valkyries deal with you.” I placed my straight-sword underneath her chin, and watched her tremble as a malicious smirk appeared across my face.