Vamponies (On Haitus) [AiE]

>Living in Ponyville was fine enough, you suppose.
>Clean air, beautiful landscape, freedom to do whatever you’d like.
>It’s a simple place for simple peop- er, ponies.
>Unfortunately, what things appear to be from the surface are hardly ever the same once you’ve done a little digging, and the residents of Ponyville are no different.
>The ponies in this town are not simple at all.
>Every night, when the rest of Equestria lies down to sleep, the citizens of Ponyville are just waking up.
>Some ponies call them demons.
>Some ponies call them Luna’s children.
>Some ponies call them vampires.
>You?
>You call them a pain in the goddamn ass.
~
>Knock Knock Knock
>Your eyes lift open, with much resistance
>Glancing at the clock on the wall, it appears to be midnight.
>You rub your eyes and swing your legs out of bed, heading for the front door.
>Who is even up at this hour?
>Oh, wait, the entire town is.
>You don’t understand how you can keep forgetting that after living here for a few years now.
>You swing to door open and come face to face with Lyra Heartstrings, local vampony and generally the greatest pain in the ass you’ve ever had to deal with in your life.
>Her smile is wide and genuine, her minty perfume drifting into the room on a cold outdoor draft.
>You stare back at her with a blank expression, crossing your arms in front of you conserve warmth. You wait for her to speak first. To no surprise, she does.
> “Good evening, Anon! Did you sleep well? Can’t have an exciting night if you don’t get your sleep in!”
>You rub your eyes and lean against the door frame.
“You know I’m not nocturnal. What do you want?”
>She blinks a few times as she comes to the realization of what time it is for you, relative to what time it is for her. She blushes in embarrassment and scratches behind her head with her hoof.
> “Oh... sorry, Anon, sometimes I just forget we’re not all vampiric.”
>You stare at her expressionlessly.
“I reiterate. What do you want?”
>She sighs heavily.
> “Could I come in to talk about it? I’d feel better if we could have this talk inside.”
“No.”
>You prepare to close the door in her face.
>From the corner of your vision, you catch a glimpse of her wide, fiery eyes.
>You think you can see them begin to glisten with moisture as she tilts her head down in disappointment .
>Just before you can close the door, she manages to utter something in defeat.
> “Well, alright Anon, maybe I’ll stop by again once I find a way to keep the sun from turning me to ash... then we can finally be together without having to interrupt your sleep.”
>You pause, the door only open a tiny crack.
>You sigh and open it back up again, leaving it open to Lyra as you walk away. "Alright, alright. Whatever.”
>You head for the kitchen to make some coffee, planning to be up for the rest of the night.
> “Um, Anon? Vampony, remember?”
>You turn to face her.
>She’s standing in the doorway, an awkward ‘well what can a mare do?’ look strewn across her face.
> “I can’t come in unless you invite me in.”
>You sigh. “Yes, yes, come on in, Lyra. You’re always welcome here, yadda yadda. Close the door, you’re letting in a draft.”
>Lyra smiles and scuttles through the door, magic-ing it shut behind her.
>As you prepare some coffee, she props herself on the couch, sitting in her usual goofy way.
>You come back from the kitchen with a fresh mug of hot coffee, sipping on it as you find your way to your armchair.
>Lyra stares at you in silence for a few moments before she comes to her senses and clears her throat.
> “Well, Anon, I... I just wanted to, um...” she bits her bottom lip, her fangs becoming apparent, “I just... I’ve always...” she looks up and locks eyes with you. “Can I drink your blood?”
>What.
“What?”
> “Whaaaat? Come on, a vampony has to drink blood, just like you eat food. Of course, I would never do it without somepony’s consent. Usually I just feed off of little critters.”
“Yeah, I get that. But why MY blood?”
> “Well... to be honest, Anon, I’ve always been sort of intoxicated by you.”
“...”
> “Every time I walk by your house, I get a slight whiff of your scent. To be frank, you smell delicious.” She smiles wide. “They say that’s how vamponies find their true love!”
>You press your hands to your temples.
“Alright, ignoring that last part. It doesn’t matter anyways. You are not drinking my blood.”
>She pouts. “Why not?”
“For one, that’s going to hurt afterwards. Two, That’s disgusting and probably unsanitary. Three, isn’t that how you BECOME a goddamn vampire?”
>She looks off to the side quickly, avoiding eye contact. “Well, I don’t think the curse would affect you. It doesn’t spread to any other creature besides ponies. I’ve bitten tons of forest animals and none of them burned up the next morning. And I think Roseluck said she fed off of a minotaur once and nothing happened.”
“But do you know FOR SURE I’m not going to be affected?”
>She refuses to make eye contact with you
“... not going to happen, Lyra.”
>She groans and slides down the couch in dismay. “Come on, Anon. Please?”
“No.”
> “Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase?”
“Lyra, no.”
> “Come on, this is like... like sex to me!”
“...”
> “...”
>You stare at her for a few moments in complete silence.
“... I’m sorry, was that supposed to make it better? Because I’m pretty sure that just made it worse.”
>She sulks across the floor and comes to your side, wrapping her hooves around your leg.
>She stares up at you with those eyes like embers, tears forming in the corners.
>No, this may have worked at the door, but this wasn’t going to work here.
> “P-please, Anon. I-I just want... I just want to be close to you...”
>Nope.
>Not gonna fuckin’ happen.
>You can feel her nuzzling her face against your leg, supposedly to wipe away her tears.
> “Please... I-I’ll never bother you again. You’ll never have to see me if you d-don’t want to...”
>Wow, she is laying it on thick.
>It’s not going to work, though.
>You keep your head looking off to the side, trying your hardest to ignore her.
>She leaves your leg and crawls up into your lap, sitting down on her haunches and attempting to look you in the eye.
>Nopenopenopenopenopenopenopenope
>Her forehooves reach out and wrap around you in a hug, her head coming to rest on your shoulder.
>She whispers into your ear.
> “I-it’s ok... nopony loves me anyways... I just thought that you might’f... been d-different. I’ll go now.”
>She releases you from the hug and starts trotting towards the door.
>Fuck.
>No bad idea bad idea bad idea bad idea bad idea bad-
“Lyra, wait.”
>She pauses.
“I guess there’s... no real harm letting you have a little taste.”
>That sounds weird saying that out loud.
>Lyra spins around, wiping her eyes with a forehoof.
> “R-really?”
>You can still back out, can’t you?
>Her lip quivers, her eyes shimmering with the faintest spark of hope.
>No you can’t.
“Really.”
>She beams wider than any living creature you’ve ever seen.
>Her fangs are clearly visible in the smile, she’s not even making an effort to keep them retracted.
>She leaps across the room and back into your lap, wrapping her hooves around you in a more lighthearted hug this time.
> “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!”
“Yes, yes. You successfully guilt-tripped me into being a snack. Let’s get this over with. So how does this work? Do I just... go to bed in the next room over, let you do your thing, and wake up with two mosquito bites on my neck?
> “Well, to be honest, the blood tastes a lot better when they prey is still awake...” She leans back from her hug and starts looking your neck up and down. You swear you see her lick her lips.
>You dart your eyes in between her lips and the area she’s looking at uneasily.“That sounds like it hurts.”
> “Oh, nonsense. You won’t feel a thing!”
“When you say that, do you mean it like the doctor says it or will I actually feel nothing?”
> “Shhh, food isn’t supposed to be chatty.” Her eyes dart along the side of your neck, looking for a suitable place to bit down. Apparently, she finds one, and nods to herself.
>She leans in and opens her mouth.
>Bracing for pain, you’re caught off guard as you feel her tongue lap across your skin.
“Um... what the hell are you doing?”
>She waits until your neck is almost completely wet before pulling her tongue away to speak. “Just sterilizing, is all. It also numbs the pain and helps clot the blood too! Isn’t nature beautiful?”
>You can already sense the loss of feeling in the area between your shoulder and your neck.“I can guarantee you, there is nothing natural about a talking vampire horse licking me.”
> “Quiet, silly, it’s time to eat.” She leans back slightly, addressing the situation once more. After a few moments of careful calculation, she opens her mouth and bares her fangs, darting forward and sinking into your flesh with a soft growl.
>Expecting pain once again, you’re pleasantly surprised when you really don’t feel a thing. At least, initially.
>Over a short period of time, you can feel your heart rate increase. You start to feel a bit dizzy as Lyra takes a good percentage of the blood that’s supposed to be being sent to your brain.
>You can hear Lyra moaning softly in ecstasy as she enjoys her meal, having probably gone without eating in a while.
>You’ve surpassed dizzy at this point. Very slowly, you can feel yourself edging away from consciousness, becoming more and more drowsy as Lyra feeds.
“Make sure you... don’t drink too much, Lyra... I’m already getting kinda... sleepy.”
>She giggles into your neck, apparently finding this amusing. She must not have the opportunity to talk with her prey very often. She lifts a hoof and begins stroking up and down your leg, slowly and reassuringly. You hear her coo soft things to you, but you can’t understand them as your waking mind begins to fade away.
>Finally, Lyra pulls away with a satisfied sigh. She wipes her mouth with her hoof, a dark crimson stain on her lips. As you begin to drift to sleep, the last thing you can comprehend is a parting kiss from the loving vampony.
~
>Your eyes creep open as you slowly awaken, receding from your feeding-induced slumber.
>You sit up in your armchair, the same one you were sitting in the night before when Lyra had her dinner. Or would it be lunch, considering the time of night and the circumstances involved?
>You poke around the inside of your mouth until you’re satisfied you haven’t grown fangs. Guess Lyra was right, you can’t become a vampire.
>Your shoulder is still numb. It probably will be for a while.
>Looking around, you see no sign of the minty vampony. She must have run off somewhere while you were asleep.
>The sunlight filters in from the nearby open window, pouring in to the otherwise unlit living room.
>All is quiet, aside from the light chirping o-
>Wait hold on did you say sunlight?
>You sit up, panicked, looking around the room. You hope Lyra either made it back home in time or found somewhere inside your house that was out of the sun.
>You start to stand up to make a quick check around the house when you feel something brush against your chest inside your shirt. You panic and pull up your collar, peeking inside.
>There, blissfully asleep and snuggled against your bare skin, is a tiny minty green bat.
>She even has the golden lyre, imprinted on her back.
>Her wings wrapped around herself, she’s pressed up against your stomach, snoring ever so quietly as she occasionally shifts herself to get more of your warmth.
>You ease your hand down into your shirt and scoop her up, careful not to wake her. Taking the utmost care to keep her out of any rays of sunlight, you turn your back to the window and place her down in the chair behind you, taking off your shirt and draping it over her.
>The little bat-pony-vampire thing breathes quietly in her sleep as you tiptoe away.
>You go and shut all the windows in the house, making sure to check and double check that no sunlight gets through.
>Next you move to the kitchen, making sure to retrieve all traces of garlic and promptly throw them out the back door. You aren’t sure if the whole thing surrounding garlic and vampires is true but hell, better safe than sorry.
>Deeming the house now vampony-friendly, you go about your normal morning routine. You head to the bathroom and hop in the bathtub.
>After a good bit of bathing and off-key singing, you emerge, drying yourself off with a towel. You inspect yourself in the mirror, particularly your neck, where only two small bumps remain as evidence of last night’s activities. You rub your fingers up and down the surface, finding yourself remarkably well healed.
> “I told you nature was cool.”
>You jump and spin around, looking in to the fanged smile of Lyra.
> “Thanks for the daytime shelter. Your shirt is really good at blocking out the sun.”
>You exhale and turn back around to inspect yourself, noting Lyra’s lack of reflection that allowed her to surprise you. You also note that she’s as silent as death.
“If you knew it was coming, why didn’t you just shut the window and sleep on the couch?”
>She blushes slightly. “Well why would I? I wanted to spend more time with you.”
“I was passed out.”
> “But you were still super cuddly.~”
>You sigh.
“Regardless, when the sun goes down, you have to leave. I let you drink my blood and now you’re outstaying your welcome.”
> “Oh, come one, Anon. You can’t blow me off like that. We kissed!”
“No, YOU kissed ME. I was a bit busy teetering on the brink of consciousness to kiss back.”
> “Even so, I drank your blood. That’s basically, like, sex for me. Like I told you.”
“Right. For you. Not for me.”
>Lyra looks up at you unblinking for a few moments.
> “Well we could go have sex right now if that’s what yo-”
“Lyra, shut up. I’m going to get something to eat.”
>You push past her and head to the kitchen, still wearing nothing but a towel. You knew you were going to regret this. You just didn’t expect it to be for the reasons you’re experiencing now.
>Lyra, unsurprisingly, follows you.
> “Come on, Anon, don’t be a sourpants.” She giggles and flops out on the couch in the darkness of the living room. “Besides, you can deny it all you want. We already consummated our love. Words can’t undo that.~”
“If I make you something to eat, will you stop talking?”
>She comes skittering around the corner into the kitchen, leaping up from the ground and wrapping her hooves around your neck, grappling onto your back in a piggy-back position, nearly making you spill coffee beans everywhere.
> “Oh my gosh, can I? I mean I’d love to, but I would understand if you don’t want to do it again so soon. You must be a little bit lightheaded from all I drank last night.”
>She bares her fangs to have another go as you frantically put a hand up to stop her.
“No! No, I... I was offering you real food. I forgot you don’t eat. Go sit down.”
> She sighs, but instead of returning to the couch, she keeps her hooves wrapped around you, snuggling her head into the base of your neck. “I don’t want to. I like it better here with you.”
> You sigh this time, trying to ignore her giggle at your discomfort. You try to ignore her as you make your coffee. There’s not a whole lot you can do about it if the demonic creature of the night wants to cuddle with you. Vamponies are known for their strength, speed and magic prowess, after all, and this one has just fed.
> You take your finished coffee and make your way back to the living room. Lyra scoots around in front of you as you sit down on the couch, taking a new position in your lap. “So how’s about another smooch? Now that you’re awake to give it back to me.”
>Well, if anything, you have to admire how up-front she is about it.
“I already told you, Lyra. No.”
> “Is it because I’m a vampony?”
“I would think it’s more or less just the fact that you’re a pony. I mean if anything, being a vampire just makes you sexier.”
> Wait
> Yes, you did just say that.
> Yes, you are already regretting it.
> Yes, you probably shouldn’t be talking to her this early in the morning.
> Her eyes are sparkling now, filled with hope and love. You groan as she smiles wide and presses her muzzle up against your nose. “Y-you think I’m sexy?”
“That is definitely what I did not say.”
> “But it’s what you meant!”
“Nope.”
> “You think part of me is sexy. Sexy, mysterious, and alluring.~”
“Not a chance.”
> “You don’t have to admit it, you already said it.” She leans back with a satisfied, smug grin. “And I thought for sure you hated me BECAUSE I was a vampony.”
“Look, you can be forward all you like. This isn’t going anywhere.”
> “We’ll see.” She curls up in your lap and snuggles in close to your stomach, using her magic to levitate your non-coffee hand into herr mane. You roll your eyes and start scratching behind her ears, causing her to sigh in contented delight.
“Lyra, I have a question.”
> And I’m going to regret it immediately after I ask it, of course.
“If you’re a vampony, and you’ve got all this power, why do you keep ASKING me to do these things? I mean, why don’t you just sneak in here and suck me dry without asking?”
> You can almost feel her thinking, as she freezes in concentration, obviously trying to think of the correct wording for what she’s about to say next. Slowly, and deliberately, she delivers her message.
> “Because, Anon. I can’t make you love me like I love you. No amount of force is going to make that happen. The only thing I can do is be around you long enough until you see a side of me that you do love, a side you haven’t seen before.”
> You’re a bit taken back by the answer. You had expected some kind of new “vampire rule” that meant they could only feed off of ponies with their consent or something. But the fact that it was a personal choice for the betterment of both the dinner and the diner took you off guard.
> “And plus, it’s fun seeing you squirm around under someone’s affection. It shows you haven’t really seen much love in your time.~”
>You give her a good thump over the head and she giggles, nuzzling in closer to your stomach.
>Suddenly, the doorbell rings. With much protest from the minty mare, you push her out of your lap, heading for the door. You tell her to get out of the way of the door before you open it and she does, retreating to your bedroom. You slowly creak the door open, letting the sunlight in a single, long ray, making sure Lyra isn’t in the room as you do so.
>Standing before you is a lone donkey. He wears a black leather vest and a silvery toupe, obviously to look more flashy. He eyes you up and down, carefully taking in your body movement and facial expression, seeing if you’re hostile in any way. You continue to stare on at him in boredom until he speaks.
> “I am looking for vamponies. I have heard dat zay are in ze area.”
>You try hard to keep a straight face.
>Goddamnit try harder.
>HARDER.
>Nope, you can’t do it. A smile breaks out across your face as you at least try not to laugh. Can’t seem to do that either as a chuckle escapes your lips.
“I-I’m sorry, sir, i-it’s just that... your accent... I just... fuck, ok. Ok. Sorry. I wasn’t prepared for that. Or the outfit. I think those things combined just...”
>You take a few moments to recollect your wits and your breath. The donkey is looking aggravated. You cough a few times and recompose yourself.
“Ahem. SO. Vamponies, you say? I dare say I know a few.”
>He raises an eyebrow at this news. “Oh? Do you? Have you any proof of zair existence?”
>You try not to laugh to yourself again as you lean over and show him the bite marks on your neck, pointing them out with your finger. He takes a sharp intake of breath and steps back.
> “Do not vurry, stranger, I, Viktor, shall slay zeh vampony zat deed zees. Now tell me, vair are day?”
“Well, the one that did THIS”, you point back to your bite marks, “is in my bedroom right now, probably going through my underwear drawer if I know her even half as well as I think I do.”
>He looks taken back by this, his brow furrowing. He turns his head to the side and sinks his teeth into a wooden stake strapped to his vest. “Vell, come on zen! Let’z kill ze zing!”
>You stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
“I don’t think so. I let this one in, knowing she was a vampony, and then I let her do this to me. Granted, it was a horrible idea, but she didn’t do it against my will. And she’s not evil.”
>He looks utterly perplexed. “You let her bite you? But vy?”
“She was being adorable as all hell. I don’t think you’d understand. But she’s the first vampony in town to even think about feeding on me, much less try it, and she asked my permission. The vamponies in this town are kind hearted, even if they are obnoxious. And none of them deserve to be hunted.”
> “Vatch yourselv, bruddar, zeez vamponies... ze can be very alluring. But it iz all a trap.”
“I am not... allured. By her. Why does everyone...?”
>You trail off in your own frustration as Viktor processes a second piece of information.
> “... wait, did yu zay zare are udder vamponies in zis town?”
>You stare back at him for a few moments.
“... brother, do you realize where you are? When that sun goes down, you better find Sugarcube Corner. That’s pretty much the only place not run by ponies who would take serious offense to your profession.”
>And with that, you close the door in his face. You can hear him asking for clarification outside, but you ignore him and head to your bedroom.
>You peek your head around the doorway ever so quietly, trying to catch Lyra off guard.
>Seeing no signs of her, you walk inside to get a better look.
>Suddenly you are swept off of your feet and sent flying, landing on the couch with a soft ‘oof’.
>Lyra is standing over you with a satisfied smile, hooves pinning your arms to the bed and muzzle practically touching your face.
> “Gotcha, Anon.~”
“Yeah, wipe that grin off your face. I’m not going to make any cute anime noises for you and ask what we’re going to do on the bed.” You push her off and sit up.
> “What’s going on, Anon? Who was at the door?”
“It was a vampire hunter, supposedly. He didn’t look all that threatening.”
>She tilts her head to the side, comprehending the implications of the news.
>Incoming bad decision in three, two one...
“Regardless, I’d feel better if you stayed here tonight. I don’t want you going outside with him in town.”
>Her eyes refocus as your words process, slowly turning to you with an ever-growing grin. Her eyes sparkle with glee as climbs up into your lap and looks up at you, sitting on her haunches.
> “So, what you’re saying is, I can stay again tonight?”
“Yes, Lyra.”
> “Can I... you know, have another drink?”
“No.”
>She pouts and rests her chin on your chest, looking up at you with pleading eyes. You sigh and roll your own eyes.
“Ugh, fine. Maybe. But I’m still feeling weak from earlier.”
>Satisfied with the answer, she wraps her hooves around you in a hug, nuzzling her face against your chest. Awkwardly, you wrap your own arms around her in return. You feel her tense up for a second before relaxing, taking her a second to realize what was going on.
> “Did you just... hug me back?”
“No.”
> “Yes you diiiiiid.~”
“Alright, maybe I did. I always do.”
> “No you doooooon’t.~”
“Well, even if I don’t do it normally, it still doesn’t mean anything.”
> “Yes it does. It means a lot. To me.”
“Well, don’t get used to it.”
> “You don’t have to admit it to make it true.” She sets her front hooves down, laying down in your lap once more. You immediately begin brushing a hand through her mane.
~
>Lyra sits in the living room, watching TV. You let her switch through channels aimlessly while you eat your lunch of salad and rice. You gaze over and take a good look at her. She seems troubled. And tired. The latter is probably because this is the time she’d normally be sleeping.
“Something wrong, Lyra?”
>She diverts her attention from the television and meets your eyes. “Oh, no, not really. Well, kinda.”
>You raise your eyebrows and take a bite of your food.
“Come on, just tell me.”
> “Well, I was just thinking, about the vampire hunter.”
“The joke.”
> “Well, most likely. But what if he really is dangerous?”
“Lyra, the donkey could barely hold himself up under the weight of his toupe.”
>Lyra bits her lip and stares at the TV, unconvinced. “Well, maybe. But I’d feel better if all the vamponies in town were together. If only for tonight.”
“Well, there is strength in numbers.”
>You stand up and take your plate to the sink, washing it off.
“What do you propose?”
> “How about a party?”
“At your place? Sounds great. Go do that.”
> “No, silly, here!”
>You pause from your dishwashing and look up at her with a stoic expression.
“No.”
> “Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” She hops off the couch and comes around the counter into the kitchen, jumping up onto your shoulders again, draping her hooves around your neck.
“I literally can’t think of a worse idea. I mean it. Literally. Your idea is the worst idea that has ever been uttered aloud in my presence.”
> “I think you just don’t like parties.”
“Good guess. You’re right. I do hate parties. Bias aside, it’s still a horrible idea.”
>You wash your hands in the kitchen sink as Lyra hangs off of your back, her muzzle brushing up against the base of your neck affectionately as she tries to persuade you. She gives you a teasing lick on your bare skin, not enough to numb you, but enough to make you jump in surprise, causing her to giggle mischievously.
> “Come on. You’re friends with every single pony in town. A party will just bring everyone closer together! Besides, if all the vamponies in town were in one place tonight, here, then that Viktor character can’t hurt anyone. It’s safer!”
“Safer for all the vamponies, maybe. But you’ll excuse me if I’m a bit uneasy inviting a horde of blood-sucking undead into my house. You can’t be the only one who wanted a taste of me.”
> “You’ve known the ponies in this town for years, Anon, and none of them tried to suck your blood before. Why would they start now?”
“Because they know I let another pony do it.”
>Lyra dwells on this thought for a moment, or at least pretends to. She uses the moment of silence to lean forward and nibble on your ear, causing you to jolt in panic once more. Again, she can’t help but giggle at your discomfort. She slowly rubs a hoof up and down your arm.
> “I won’t let the big bad vamponies suck up your delicious blood. Because then there wouldn’t be any left for me, and we can’t let that happen.~”
>You sigh and walk away from the kitchen sink, Lyra still draped around your shoulders like an ever-present cape. You take a seat in the living room chair again, removing Lyra from your back and placing her on the floor.
“Fine. We’ll have a party. Don’t invite too many people.”
>Lyra squees and hugs your legs tight, tight enough to cut off the circulation. You shake them a bit until she lets go, causing her to switch targets and hop into your lap, trapping your torso a rib-shattering embrace instead. You gasp for air and try and pry her off.
~
>You really do hate parties.
>In fact, until now, you thought you didn’t hate anything more than parties.
>But guess what, you’ve found something worse.
>Turns out the only thing worse than a party is a party in your own home.
>You stand by the door, greeting ponies and inviting them inside. You guess you should have seen this coming, having invited a group of vamponies to your house. You welcome them all in, one by one, until their curse is satisfied and they are allowed inside. You gave up going to the door every time it knocked and decided to just stand next to it until everyone had arrived.
>You noted a few guests of interest as they came in. You were surprised to see Rarity, who, to your knowledge, felt the same about parties as you do. You have a sneaking suspicion she was lied to about the nature of the event.
>Another pony you take mental note of is Berry Punch, if not only for the massive chocolate  fountain she brought with her. It sat on a cart behind her, next to a small freezer with a tube leading out of it. When you asked her about it, she claimed it was ‘refreshments’. For a party tailored to vamponies, you have a pretty good idea what’s going to be flowing from that fountain.
>It’s around nine o’clock, and now, the party has arrived. Everyone who’s going to show has shown, and you close the door as you turn to face the party.
>Thankfully, it’s a lot more calm than you expected. Most of the vamponies are standing around talking quietly, some of them even turning into their bat forms and hanging from the ceiling to wait for the night to progress before they actually wake up.
>You see Berry Punch at the other end of the room, fiddling with her fountain with an annoyed face. She goes to the freezer and bangs on it with a hoof, causing it to shudder to life.
>With a contented smile, she connects the tube to the fountain.
>A loud whirring noise emanates from the small metal box, and you can see some kind of dark liquid slowly creeping up the tubing toward the fountain. You can already guess what it is.
>The distinct pungent aroma of blood spills throughout the room as it begins to pour from the tip of the fountain, spilling down the sides. At once, all of the vamponies in the room freeze and turn towards it, licking their lips. You swear you can smell another familiar scent, but you can’t place it.
>The patrons gather around the fountain and lean in, each taking sips from its basin. All but Rarity, who finds herself refined enough to retrieve a wine glass she brought with her and goes about scooping up some blood in it. She catches you staring and winks at you as she takes a sip from her glass.
>Lyra comes up beside you with a slightly troubled look.
> “You let Berry Punch cater?”
“Well she didn’t really ask, she just... brought that with her.”
>She shrugs. “Well, just know that she does like to spike the drinks.”
>You nod for a few moments before realization dawns on you.
“Wait, hold up. Vamponies can get drunk?”
>Lyra nods without a word and trots away to mingle with some of the guests.
>Well, now you can say you’ve discovered something worse than a party in your own home.
>A party in your own home when alcohol is involved.
>It only takes a few minutes before the party is in full swing. Any bats that were hanging from the ceiling have long since abandoned their naps, already transforming into their normal forms and taking their share of the red liquid.
>Slowly, you can start to see the telltale signs of drunken behavior. Their speech begins to slur, and their movements are more exaggerated as they sway around in their movements. It’s easy to spot the remaining sober ponies in the crowd of buzzed vampires.
>As you hear something break, you figure it would probably be a good idea to step away for a bit. There’s not much you can do about a house full of drunken vamponies stronger than you in every respect, except maybe close your eyes and pretend like it’s not happening and have Lyra clean up the mess afterwards.
>Alcohol affects the lower body mass of a pony much faster than it affects humans, it would seem, as there are already a few in the room who are outright drunk. You push Colgate aside as you make the way to your bedroom, and suddenly devoid of her sense of balance, she falls over.
>You open the door to your bedroom, only to find Time Turner and Berry Punch getting intimate on your sofa. You groan and annoyance and shut the door before you accidentally witness something that you’ll have a hard time forgetting.
>Turning around, you almost trip over a filly at your feet.
>It’s Sweetie Belle.
>If you would have known what kind of party this was going to be, you wouldn’t have let her in.
> “Hiya Anon! What’s going on in there?”
>You glance behind you at the closed door and let out a heavy sigh.
“You may want to just use your imagination for that one.”
>She tilts her head but doesn’t inquire further.
“You know, while we’re at it, you should probably ask Rarity to take you home. This party is getting a little too... heated, for somepony your age.”
> “I’m an immortal undead, Nonny, I can handle myself. And I’m almost grown up!”
“I don’t care if you live forever. Right now, you’re nine. Go find Rarity and go home.”
>She harumphs and sprawls out on the ground. “You can’t tell me what to do. Only Rarity tells me what to do. And she won’t even let me drink from the fountain.”
>You chuckle to yourself.
“Yeah, you should probably stay away from that blood. I don’t want to see you wasted and stumbling around the house.”
>Sweetie Belle continues to grump on the floor as you step past her, heading for somewhere quieter.
>You head into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, locking it.
>You look at yourself in the mirror, your tired eyes staring back at you. Your reflection tells you the same thing the voice in your head does.
>What the fuck is your life.
>There is not another human in existence that has to put up with the shit you do.
>Well, to be fair, you aren’t sure if there is another human in existence.
>You hear a small squeak and glance downward into the sink below.
>A small bat, grey with a little ensemble of bubbles on its back, is having a fitful nap in the basin.
>You stare at it for a few moments before reaching out and turning on the faucet, causing the water to flow from the tap and directly onto the sleeping vampony.
>Derpybat sputters with her eyes closed for a few moments before gaining comprehension. She sits up and you shut off the water.
>She stares at you with those tiny bat eyes, even slightly askew in her current form.
>Flying out of the sink, rather sloppily, she lands on the ground next to you, transforming into her normal (well, normal is a relative term) self once more in a flash of brilliant white flame. You pat her on the head.
“Sorry, Derpy, that was a bit cruel. Should have just poked you.”
>She scrunches up her mouth and shrugs. “It’s ok, Anon. You’re still my favorite monkey friend.”
>You can’t help but smile every time words come out of this mare’s mouth.
“And you’re still my special pony friend. Are you drunk?”
> “Nope! Why?”
“No reason.  By the way, can you please leave? I need to use the restroom.”
>Before Derpy can answer, you hear a shout coming from the hall, seemingly belonging to Carrot Top.
> “Sorry everyp0ny! You drank it all! Blood fountain is aaaaaall gone.”
>Derpy lowers her head with a frown. “Aww. No more blood. I didn’t even get to drink any.”
>She glances up at you as the faintest spark of original thought flashes in her eyes. She looks you up and down a few times, although whether or not she’s actually doing it on purpose is debateable.
> “You have blood, don’t you Nonny?”
>You slowly start edging towards the door. Just as you feel the doorknob in your grasp your hear a thud on the door behind you. You jiggle the handle and find you can’t push it open due to some force pushing from the other side.
>Derpy crouches and sticks her tongue out, preparing to pounce.
“Derpy, please, I’d prefer it if you didn’t-”
>She pounces fowad, fangs flashing. Her mouth clamps down...
>over your arm.
>You feel her fangs barely pierce the skin as she hangs off of your appendage, barely applying pressure. You sigh and mutter to yourself.
“Yeah, I don’t know what I was expecting from a pony like you, honestly.”
>In hopes of prying her off, you attempt to grab underneath her mouth and lift her jaw. Unfortunately, even though she isn’t applying enough pressure to really hurt you, she isn’t slacking enough to let go. You give up.
>You feel the weight leave the door on the opposing side and you swing it open, Derpy still latched to your arm. You look to your left and spy what was blocking your exit before: Bonbon is pinning a mare against the wall with her mouth, continually sliding further down the hall. You don’t even recognize that second mare, much less remember inviting her inside. You roll your eyes and head back for the living room, along with your new bracelet.
>The living room is a mess. Any vamponies that are still here are either passed out on the floor, so drunk they may as well be passed out, or completely sober and looking around worried. The fountain sits in the center of the room as if to take credit for all the work.
>Lyra is sitting on the couch, among the few sober ones left. She looks a bit bored as she pokes a passed out pony on the couch next to her. She sees you coming and smiles, and once her eyes fall on Derpy, she can’t manage to suppress her laugh. You wave with your free hand and sit next to her.
“Well, at least the drunk ponies sorted themselves out pretty quickly. You guys and gals get drunk faster than anything I’ve ever seen.
>You gesture around the room to prove your point. Derpy sways around with your arm in a wide arc. You wipe off a small bit of her drool. Lyra giggles.
> “Do you, uh, need some help with that?”
“She’s fine for right now, I guess. She broke the skin but I don’t think she’s actually drinking any blood. She’s just... being Derpy.”
>Lyra nods in understanding. “Well, this party has been... more than a handful. Do you need me to kick everyone out?”
“Everyone that’s still conscious, yes. They’ve had their party and then some.”
>You glance at all the passed out ponies around you.
“And, uh, throw these ones in the cart that Berry Punch brought. Dump them somewhere out of the sun, I guess.”
>Lyra salutes and starts rounding up ponies, her strength allowing her to toss them over her head with a simple fling of her muzzle. You look down at Derpy and tap on her head. Her eyes un-whatever-it-is-they-do for a moment and focus on your face, only to mess up again a second later.
“Hey, Derpy. Party is over.”
>She says something into your arm, but you can’t understand it. With a loud schlop, she removes her mouth from your arm and smiles, already heading for the door. You glance down at the wound on your arm.
>Turns out Derpy did break your skin. A small trickle of blood seeps out from the puncture marks. Her fangs, ironically enough, were the only thing keeping your blood from seeping out.
>You wipe it away and go to stand up to get a bandage. As your feet hit the floor and you put your hands to the side to push off the couch, you feel a hoof push you back down.
>You look up to see Aloe, one of two twins who work at the spa nearby. Soon you see her sister approach from behind her, coming to your side on the couch. Aloe herself climbs into your lap.
> “Hold up for one minute, monsieur. We wish to have a chat.”
>Lotus nods with a dangerously alluring smile. “Une minute petit, monsieur.”
> “Just a quick conversation.”
> “Une conversation rapide, oui.”
>You glance between them uneasily, obviously not free to go.
“Can I help you ladies?”
>Aloe leans in close and keeps her muzzle inches away from your nose, enormous saucer eyes staring right into your own.
> “Just look into my eyes, monsieur, this will only take but a moment...”
> “Oui, les yeux …”
>You look back into Aloe’s eyes for a moment, her dark pupils digging deep into your own. Suddenly you feel drawn to keep staring, and you do.
>The whole world around you seems to fade away as every part of your being focuses on Aloe, her sister, and your body. The room descends into black and the couch disappears, leaving you floating in a void.
>Aloe smiles as you relax. “Mmm, perfect. Please hold still for me, chérie.”
> “Monsieur?” You slowly turn your head to look at Lotus. She smiles. “Monsieur, can you please... mmm... donnez-moi... give me arm, please?” She tilts her head to the side.
>You glance down at your bleeding arm. It’s obvious what she wants. You want to deny it to her but... but... those eyes, earlier, you saw something in them that...
>Without thought, you sluggishly lift your arm towards her. She smiles and grasps it between her hooves, holding it out in front of her.
>She closes her eyes and opens her mouth, dragging her tongue up the length of your arm. As she approaches the breech in your skin, she stops for a moment and closes her mouth over it, sucking in the blood with a soft, satisfied moan.
>She breaks away from your arm with a gasp of breath, earning Aloe’s attention.
> “How is it, sœur? Is it fresh?”
> Lotus nods a few times, eyes still closed. She turns and approaches you, on the opposite side of you from Aloe. Both of them very slowly make progress towards your head.
> “C'est très frais, ma sœur. Le sang frais.”
> “Mmm, excellente. Let’s eat, shall we?”
> Lotus nods.
>They both close the distance to your head in an instant, taking opposing sides of your neck. Again, it’s quite clear what they intend to do, but for some reason, you just don’t feel like resisting.
>You remain calm as they open their mouths and bare their fangs, starting to lick the base of your neck on both sides. You’re not sure if you even have enough blood in your system to feed two ponies, especially after Lyra’s feast the night before.
> “Fresh blood... oh mon Dieu, has it been so long...”
>You can feel their warm breath on your neck as they prepare to bite down.
>And you can feel the soft breath of the wind on your cheek as they go flying away.
>Suddenly you’re alone in the dark void, both ponies having seemingly disappeared. You stare onwards into the abyss with no particular goals in mind.
>Soon you feel a soft pressure on your lap, but you see nothing. It’s just you, and the abyss. You’re starting to miss the two ponies who had just tried to drink your blood.
>You feel like you can hear a voice, a very faint voice. You try and focus in on it... it sounds like it’s shouting your na-
>You jump in surprise as you feel a sharp pain in your good arm. You glance around the living room, no back to its ordinary way of existence. Lyra is sitting in your lap, looking into your eyes worriedly. You glance down at your arm and notice another pair of bite marks. You sigh.
“Seriously, can I go like, five minutes without being bitten by somepony?”
>Lyra sighs in belief and throws her arms around you, sighing.
> “Thank Celestia. It’s just the kind of low blow Aloe would do, hypnotizing. Can’t get her own man to save her life so she tries to steal mine.”
>You glance around the room, now devoid of ponies. The fountain still stands in the center of the room, but the cart is gone. You guess Lyra took care of the leftover patrons. You rub a hand against your temples and check for bite marks on your neck, finding none.
“You really need to compile a list of vampire powers next time we get on the subject, Lyra. I didn’t even know hypnotizing was a thing to look out for.”
> “Well now you do. Don’t ever look a vampony in the eyes.” She snuggles up into your chest. “Except for me, of course.”
>You glance down at her with a raised eyebrow.
“And how do I know that you haven’t been hypnotizing me this whole time?”
> “You know what it feels like. It’s very surreal, not subtle in the slightest. The fact that you can stand up without me asking you to should be proof enough.”
>You consider the logic and find it sound, finally returning the hug. You squeeze her tight against you and even go as far as to run a hand up and down her back.
“Thanks for saving me, I guess.”
> “Well, I promised you I wouldn’t let them.”
>You pause and think back to what she had said a few minutes ago.
“Wait, hold on. Did you just refer to me as ‘mine’ just then?”
> “Shut and and enjoy the moment. Don’t get all snarky.~”
“Ms. Heartstrings, I can be as snarky as I want. This is my house and you’re my guest.”
> “Is staying another day within the bounds of your hospitality, oh man of great home ownership?”
>You glance around the sorry state of your living room.
“Well, someone has to clean up the house. It isn’t going to be me.”
>Lyra sighs and clambers out of your embrace, hopping off the couch and getting to work. “Yeah, well, I guess the party was my idea anyways...”
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