Love Can Suck

by DuBrony

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Human, Other, Romance
Length: 4006

Looks like you're getting lucky with a pony tonight... too bad she's not interested in your looks. Or love, for that matter.

( A second-person human narrative. Warning, blood's gonna spill and love's gonna fill the air, if you know what I mean!)

After flirting with a special somepony for a month, she finally asks you to go out on a date with her. Reluctantly, you meet her outside of the Everfree Forest, where she lives. She escorts you to her house, and you shut the door behind you, a wonderful scent filling your wanting nostrils. She glides past you and walks in a room. A moment later she appears, dressed in a fine black garment. Her grin is pristine white and dazzling. Something about her makes you want to scream and hide, but your heart aches for her. You smile; things couldn't possibly go wrong... what's the worst that could happen?

Edit: I made another picture (spoiler, in case you haven't read!), you can find it here. (Warning: First-person, and a quite a bit of blood!)

Edit 2: Wow, 500 views? I didn't think a story as sickening as this would get so much appreciation...
but my next one isn't going to have an ending as sad as this. Actually, I don't think it could get any worse... but, thank you for reading! I look forward to another large-ish crowd on my next fic!

Published 2013-01-25 16:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-26 09:27:37 UTC

The 'Date'

You stand in front of her, clutching several blood-red roses in one hand. The room is hard to see, only several magical-red candles illuminate the walls. That, and her sparkling turquoise eyes. You really love that about her; she knew all too well how to make you churn up inside.
She giggles, and you feel your cheeks beginning to warm up. "H-h-hey..." Your voice isn't normal, but she doesn't seem to mind. She kisses you on your cheeks, her lips awfully cold. You accidentally drop the roses, but you don't dare pick them up. "Close your mouth, sweetie. You haven't seen anything yet." She gives you a subliminal wink, turning back around. "Come on, let me show you my room."
My mouth is open? Your voice rings inside your mind. You close it, realizing, and slowly follow her.

The house is hard to see (due to the lack of proper lighting, you assume it's to set the mood), but it's just enough to move about without hitting a wall on accident. The furniture seems to follow the same pattern: Velvet green with an oak finish. Very classy... You approve. Vanilla walks into a long hallway, and you follow not too far behind. With all you can, you try to keep focused on the way you're going, but the sensation overwhelms you, and your eyes scan your love's lower backside...

"-Oh!" You accidentally stumble over a fold in the rug, and you collapse onto her back. But somehow, you feel the falling sensation stop and two cold hooves catch your back. You're yourself staring at the ceiling, but a small head adjustment brings you face-to-face with the love of your life, and can't help but give a little moan. Her wild turquoise eyes sit beside yours, filling your mind with the sense of security and compassion. Time slows as you two seem to connect, her body temperature meaning nothing to you any longer. She laughs again, and you give a little smile. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" She asks, A stutter falls from your lips, but she quickly dismisses it with another smile and sets you back upright. What the hell, brain, get it together!

Finally, for what felt like ages, she pushes the door to the left of her open, and ushers you inside. It's red, with (more) red candles barely illuminating the room. You sit on the queen-size bed (also red) that sits in the middle of the room near the nightstand, the bed's soft surface filling your mind with calm thoughts. "You really like the color red..." You point it out to her. She turns around from what she's doing by the door, and smiles. "Yes, it is the most delightful of colors." You look at your love, Vanilla, who is still fiddling with something on the door. "It is also the color of love." She says, turning around to give a sly, sexual grin. Finally, she turns back around and trots to where you're sitting, and removes her fancy dress in an instant. Her skin is a grey-ish blue (from what you can see), making the radiance from her eyes twinkle in the darkness. You accidentally let out a breath of joy; Vanilla notices it and climbs in the bed next to you. "Surprised?" She asks, slowly moving her hoof over your chest and laying you down herself. Your heartbeat races; this is really going to happen. "Very." The word flows smoother than you expected. Then, she leans in by your face, her eyes shut...

The kiss feels like forever to you, the heat of the moment drowning her cold embrace. Oh sweet Celestia, I love you... You say in your mind. You wrap your arms around her, and she to you. The kiss unlocks, and you open your eyes to see hers very close to you. "Let's do something about these clothes, shall we?" she persists. You nod, slowly, letting her know you're ready for her. First she starts with your shirt ("Easy." She announces, adding a small giggle of joy.), and moves to the other end of the bed to kick off your shoes and unbutton your pants. "I wonder what's in here..?" She innocently asks. You get up to look at her, but she puts a hoof to your chest and nudges you back down. "No no, let me..." She persists. The unfamiliar feeling in your stomach squirms again... "Oh..!" Vanilla exclaims.
That wasn't my stomach.

She continues to take off your pants, and you quietly stare at the ceiling, silently begging for another look at her. You feel the assuring cloth make its way down, moving faster as it went. Now one more thing stood between her and you; your underwear. However, instead of the feeling of being totally naked, you feel lumps in the bed make their way up towards your upper body. You look over, and she's sitting with an innocent expression. "Are you sure you want to do this? I'm asking, because if there's anything you're not comfortable with, please say so." She asks. You ponder the thought for a moment, but finally dismiss it. "If I didn't want this, I would've said something already. Go ahead, do whatever makes YOU feel good..." You reply, trying your best to not sound selfish. Her usual grin returns; it worked. "You and I are going to have the time of our lives."

With the underwear off, you start to feel a little cautious, and you find yourself blushing. Her heavy, cold weight press on your stomach, and finally decide to look. Why is she so cold..? You start to think. You repeat your thought to her, and she lays her entire body across yours, her head resting by your neck (Oh Celestia, there's a pony on top of me-! You think). "I'm so sorry, I've just been outside before you came in. Is it too much?" She explains. You look at her, and smile. "Not at all."
"Oh, good... I think a bit of time with you will warm me up."
A soft moan escapes your lips. Oops... She looks at you, and flashes her dazzling white teeth again. Your eyes lock with hers, and you can feel her position changing on top of you. "Like moving fast, eh? Well then..."

Several minutes have already passed. A sweet euphoric sensation runs through your body as she does the work for you (as she knows you have never had sex before). Her expression slowly shifts into a more dominating approach as she slides her body across yours. She wraps her arms around your back, bringing you ever closer. Another moan leaves your mouth, where suddenly another object occupies it. You know what's going on, and wrap your arms around her back. Her kiss is overwhelming, and your mind shifts into overdrive. Without warning (or experience), you roll around, making you on top and her on the bottom. You copy her movements, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... She lets out a small cry, making you move faster.

Suddenly, she's back on top again, doing all the work. Your mind goes numb, and you begin to pant at each of her heavy thrusts. You close your eyes, biting your lip hard. A warm trickle makes its way down your neck, but you did not care; this really was the time of your life. You feel her tongue press against the skin where the blood was, and she slowly makes her way up your neck, past your chin and stop at your wanting lips. Her movements become faster, and without warning, the sweetest sensation peaks from below. She stops, noticing it. "...and that's how you have sex." A warm, new liquid runs down your erection, but Vanilla lays back down on top of you like before. You're still panting, but her breath is a stable flow. "Did I..?" You ask, not finishing the sentence. "Yeah, you did." She giggles, locking her back legs with yours in a criss-crossy pattern. She rests her head on your neck (like before), closing her eyes.

"You're the most fun I've had in a while." She confesses. The sentence strikes a chord in your heart, and your breath quickly returns to normal. You move your arms in a comfortable position underneath you. "R-r-really?" You ask, surprised. "Oh, of course sweetie." A new feeling rubs across your sides, and you stop to look up at it. However, you weren't able to, as she puts a hoof to your forehead to set it back down again. "Easy now..." She coos. "What is that?" You ask, waiting for an answer. However, she doesn't reply. You try to look again, but her hoof stops you once again. "Just, lay back down..." Her voice flows like Octavia's harmony. She won't let me look at a damn thing, I'm starting to think something's up. "Hey, I just want to look." You persist. She sits up and you look into her wild eyes. "Just look up..." She commands. You tilt your head upwards as told, but still want to look. You try to speak, but she put her hoof to your mouth. "I love you, sincerely I do, but I must do this."

Your eyes squint in disapproval, and you try to get up, but you can't move your arms and your legs are locked with hers. What the hell!? You yell, but her hoof stops the volume. A kiss hits your neck, and that's when you realize; this isn't a normal pony. You force your arms out from underneath you and push her hoof out of your mouth. "-ou're a fucking vampony!" You shout. Her hoof forces its way into your mouth, and she returns your arms into their previous position, putting more force into your chest, locking your arms in place. She stops kissing, and looks at you once more. "I'm sorry, but I have to." What the fuck does she mean by 'sorry'!? She's going to fucking kill me! "I love you." Her hoof forces your head back, exposing your neck completely. You push and shove with all that you could ever muster, but now you're completely immobile.

She bites into the soft skin on your neck, forcing powerful fangs in deep. Blood drips from your neck, down your shoulders, staining the pillow beneath you. Pain runs through your body in the worst form... you scream, but her hoof has you completely unable to make a noise. You bite down as hard as you can, getting her hoof out of your mouth. Her weight shifts, giving you enough leverage to force an arm out from beneath you... and then the other. You push her off of you ("-the hell?" She exclaims), and you stumble to the door to open it. The door doesn't budge, however, and you turn around to meet her once again. Her wings (She doesn't have wings..!) are completely exposed and stretched out, giving off a feeling of pure malice. Blood fell from her single fang, sticking out from the side of her lips. Frantic, you turn to budge the door once more, but it stays shut. "Please, let me go-!" The room goes black.

...oh my head... You slowly come to, your mind and body aching with waves of pain. The first thing you notice is a heavy rag occupying your mouth. You can still breathe, but any noise you made was heavily muffled. You try to move your arms, but they're tied up to each end of the bed. Further experimentation with your legs proved the same as well. You look around, surveying the unfamiliar room. There were no mirrors, and the window is closed shut and draped over, which by now, wasn't a shocker. Turning to your right, however, you see her, peering deep into your eyes. The once-sweet feeling from looking into her turquoise eyes turned into a horrific experience. "You're tough to handle." Her voice now sounds seductively revolting. She climbs on top of you like before, her gaze never leaving yours. "Just stay still..." She coos once more, but you have had enough of it. You begin to try and talk her out of continuing (despite the rag).

But like before, her sharp teeth penetrates your fragile neck. Air escapes your mouth like a blow to the lungs, and fresh blood slowly snakes down your shoulders and pools on the bed. The excruciating pain is simply unbearable, too much for you, and you start to breath heavily to compensate. You yell loud, but your noise isn't even enough to leave the room. You can't see anything the black, improperly-lit ceiling above, but you didn't need (or want) to look to know what she was doing to you. She sucks and slurps, forcing her head deeper into her newly-formed hole on your neck. Despite your lack of vision, you can look down just enough to see her large, black wings pumping to (what you can feel as) your heartbeat. ...why me? How could this have ever started? Another flash of pain comes crashing down on you, and you clench your eyes shut as a reaction, the slick stream still flowing strong. You twist and turn your body to try and escape, but her weight and the limb restraints prevent any real effect. Another yell comes from you, but the amount isn't enough to slow her eating down. I'm being sucked dry... by my own marefriend! Tears fill your eyes, realizing that the whole relationship was all a lie. She only thing she wanted from you was your blood. Nothing but another delicious meal to enjoy... The tears fall even more, mixing with the blood at your shoulders.

You clearly remember the first day you met her, in an exclusive bar way back in Fillydelphia. You walked in from the purple sunset that cast faint shadows across the tall buildings, the warm stench of a usual bar hit you in a single wave. It was intoxicating, but you loved it. Humans and ponies alike were all in deep conversation about their daily lives, achievements, the sort. You sat at the stools by the bartender, and asked him for something strong. That's when she came up from behind you and sat on a stool directly next to you. She looked at you and smiled; you were in love a first sight. "Hey, the name's Vanilla." She introduced. You said your name (with a bit of a stutter), and she giggled. "Pleased to meet you." The most striking feature about her was her dazzling turquoise eyes. They seemed to leave you entranced, and Vanilla noticed it. She giggled, leaving your cheeks a rosy red. "You like my eyes?"
You spent the rest of the night together, at your house. You didn't have a night quite like the one that was currently unfolding, but it was nice to fall asleep next to a mare. In the morning, she was gone. In place of her, however, sat a crumpled piece of paper, with seven numbers on it.
You grinned; I think she really likes me..!

She tilts her body, finding a new pocket of blood to suck up. You begin to feel woozy, your yelling becoming less frantic and your sight beginning to darken and blur. You know that she can sense your feeling, and she leaves her two bite marks to create another set on the other side of your neck. The pain returns, but not as rough as before. You try to wiggle your feet, the only thing not restrained or forced, but a dulling sensation is the only thing that responds. Your mindset returns to the task at large, as the beast laying down on top of you creates yet another set of pockets in your torn-up neck. The blood begins to wet the soft blankets and pillows beneath you. Mere seconds seem to pass as the new jab of fangs set in strong, but you can't feel it anymore. You can't feel anything anymore. I'm going to die... you realize, deciding to give up any form of resistance. You feel your consciousness start to drift into oblivion, the vampony continuing to draw your life from you. It becomes hard to see and breathe. Your tears stop falling, a suffocating feeling coursing through you. You close your eyes, ready to exhale the final breath...

Author's Note

Had fun reading? Disgusted? Disgruntled? Mad? Sad? Well too bad, lad.
This was my first clopfic (semi-clopfic, to be more precise), so I hope you enjoyed it. But of course, that's what the comment section is for! Why don't you stop down there to say what you feel?

(spoiler alert, in case you're checking the Author's Notes BEFORE you read)
There MIGHT be an epilogue. That's right, an epilogue.
"BUT DUB, HE'S DEAD! HOW COULD THE STORY POSSIBLY CONTINUE!?"
Well, you'll find out... if I feel it's a good addition that won't ruin the story, and/or if I feel like it.

Have a nice day, don't get caught by a vampony (and if you are, BEG to be turned instead of eaten. Hey, at least you can still browse FIMFiction!).

Epilogue

You can feel a cold breeze flow across you, wrapping its cold embrace around you. Your eyes slowly open, your head stirring and bobbing.
...where am I...
Gravity pulls you back to reality, as you can start to feel your stomach press against you. The room is a red distorted blur, but you can finally see details in the ceiling. The slit underneath the curtain a distance away says its night outside.
...it's so cold...
You gain enough consciousness to finally look around. Your peripherals are shot to hell, it's still hard to see certain things. You feel like you're sitting in front of an air conditioner set on High...
...what happened...
You can't move your legs and arms, so you turn to look... they're tied up.
...Vanilla!

Every single moment from the night comes rushing back in a tsunami of emotions. The love you once had, gone in a flash.
That bitch, she almost killed me...
...so why am I not dead yet..? Why am I still here? The question burns more than the waves of pain searing through your neck. You look around for something, anything, to help. You shiver and shake from the cold, the dry blood and tears still on your bare shoulders, neck and face. Nothing I can reach... you finally realize after inspecting the areas around your hands. A deep breath fills your stale lungs, giving a clearer sense of mind. How long am I going to be here? What if I'm left here to starve? the dreaded thought echoes through your subconscious. You can't pull the rope close enough to your mouth to chew it off, and tossing and turning made no difference. You take another deep breath, and yell as loud as you can, in hopes that somepony passing by could hear. Your throat burns and scrapes every time you raise your voice. After several shouts, you can't any longer... the pain is too much. Tears begin to fall again, and you close your eyes...

You open your eyes to the sound of a door opening. You look to your left, and at the door stands Vanilla. You sniffle (on accident), and give her an innocent look. A million questions run through your mind, and you pick one at seemingly random. "Why am I still here? W-why didn't you just kill me?" Your voice doesn't sound the same as you remember. She smiles, baring her two sharp fangs. "Believe it or not," she responds with a dark voice, "I really do like you." She walks to your side and looks down at you. Your heartbeat begins to rise, your breath picking up pace. Oh, Celestia no, not again... you silently beg. "I decided in the middle of our little charade a few days back, that I would keep you here instead. If I need blood, I'll turn to you. That's why you're still alive. Don't worry, you get all of it back every few days, so you won't die. I'll never mistreat you, promise... but, you will follow everything I ask of you. Everything."

You feel your eyes widen. She notices, and her grin grows. "You wouldn't... I thought you loved me..!" You reply. I've been sleeping for several days..? Her smile turns into a frown. "I still love you, believe me. But nobody or pony else would ever accept me the way you did. I love you because you loved me."
Her words linger in your head for a bit. "So it was all a lie..?"
"Maybe a little bit, but it's all okay now." She climbs into the bed like before and slowly runs her tongue over your dried blood and bite marks. You wince; it stung a little bit. Her body has substantially warmed up, but you know it was from all the blood she took from you. "Vanilla, please, let me go..." you beg.
She raises her head to peer into your eyes. "But I still love you, and would do anything for you, as long as you can provide for me." She gives a subliminal wink, but you don't fall for it like before. You notice she gives up the 'sexy' act, and gets serious.
"Put simply, you're going to stay here for the rest of your life as my food supply. You are not going anywhere, anytime soon, you got that?"

You nod, as there's nothing else left to do. Your voice is as dead as your hopes. ...for the rest of your life... ...food supply... You start to feel tears fall, but she sympathetically wipes them up with her hoof.
"Don't be sad, I'm still here to provide for you... you'll be with me forever and ever. Isn't that what love is?" She licks your neck once again. ...nothing left to do now but to give in... the thought hits your mind, and you subject to it. You tilt your head back to let her do what she came to do. You didn't care any more, it was over.
She nibbles a bit to draw some blood, and sucks it up with a nasty 'slurp'.
"I love you..." She moans, continuing her feeding.

It has been two years. Vanilla has trusted you enough to let you walk around the house all you want, but several dark spells have blocked all forms of exiting. Her feeding from you has been a regular thing now, your wounds would heal rather quickly. You never disobeyed or fought back, as you know she could kill you in mere seconds. Your appearance has changed from the innocent days of before. Your skin isn't as tan as before, your hair is worn in a mess. Your clothes are washed regularly, however, and Vanilla allowed you to stay in shape (but not too much, to keep you weak). At your request, she has been using dark magic spells to prolong your lifespan by hundreds of years longer. One thing you enjoyed, staying with her, is the weekend nights when she would promise to have sex with you.
It was a lifestyle you slowly got used to. You stopped worrying about your friends, family, job...
and began your new life as Vanilla's slave... her pet for centuries to come.

And the sick part is, you loved her more than anything.
You loved it when she fed from you.

Author's Note

Okay, NOW the story's over.

Wow, I really know how to solidify an ending... I daresay challenge M. Knight to a plot-twisting challenge!

No, but all goofiness aside, I was going to post this Epilogue a week later... but my instincts got the better of me and I had to post it now. Let me know what you think of it in the comments. (or, fave? thumbs up? follow? Support me, please! ^w^)