A Bond in Violet P3

>You pause, the word ringing in your head.
>Vampire.
>You stand there, stunned by the ramifications.
>Various words and images flood your brain.
>None of them good.
>She sighs lightly, acknowledging your silence.
>”The Element of Generosity has been turned unpony. Or to be more precise, she will turn within the next 24 hours.”
>…Unpony?
>Wait.
>WAIT NO
“NO. No no no no this can’t be happening.”
>You throw your hands to your head in a fit of sudden panic.
“Rarity can’t… she can’t be dead. No. God no please no.” You mutter, your voice wavering and your heart rate skyrocketing.
>”Anonymous, please rema-“
“You are NOT going to tell me to remain calm. I don’t give a fuck if you’re Princess of the goddamn universe. You’re telling me I fucking killed Rarity?”
> She looks sideward, attempting to ignore your steely gaze.
>”We said nothing of the sort, Anonymous. You were not-”
“Like hell I wasn’t. If I was actually doing my goddamned job this would’ve never happened.”
>You mutter a few more curses under your breath, desperate rage overtaking you.
“What… what the fuck can I do? What can I do? There’s gotta be something. Some spell. You’re a princess. You can do something.”
>She shakes her head slowly, and you feel your heart drop in your chest.
>”We are afraid that Rarity is beyond magic. But if you would remain calm, there is something we can do to help her.”
“Anything.” You voice wavering for the first time tonight.
>”She has not turned yet, and she is yet alive, albeit not for long.”
“So… we can save her? She doesn’t have to die?”
>”No, Anonymous. The Element of Generosity will die. There is nothing in our power to stop this change. Vampony magic is older than even us and our sister.”
“Then what use is there? She’s going to turn into a blood sucking monster…” You trail off, hanging your head and falling to your knees.
>”We can, however, make it so she does NOT turn into a blood sucking monster. Please, Anonymous. Compose yourself. You are the only one we can trust with this task.”
>You look up to the alicorn Princess, her visage stoic.
“I’m… I’m listening.”
>”Rarity will turn at some point tomorrow. When she does, there is a small window of time where she will still be conscious. We will have to act swiftly, lest she turns completely feral.”
>You rise to your feet, your limbs shaking in a mixture of fear and exhaustion.
“What should I do?”
>”You will need to confront Rarity by herself. We suggest that you keep watch over her until her moment of turning, however you can.”
>She shines her horn, levitating an object out of a small box to her side.
>It looks like a black non-descript wine bottle.
“I’m supposed to get her drunk?”
>She shakes her head slightly.
>”Within this bottle is a powerful… tonic that will slake Rarity’s thirst for the time being. With it coursing through her system, she should turn lethargic and easy to subdue.”
>You take the curious bottle and slide it into your inside coat pocket.
“Subdue?”
>She lifts another object out of the box.
>It seems to be a necklace, though plain in design; a small white stone hanging from a thin silver chain.
>”This is a moonstone. The moment that Rarity turns, you must place this upon her neck. It will lull her into a deep slumber for a short time.
>You take the little necklace and place it in your other pocket.
“…How short?”
>”Its magic will likely last only a few hours. Magic is a bit finicky on vamponies.”
“…So I have a few hours to do what exactly?”
>”You will need to bring her to Canterlot Castle, where we will watch over her for a time.”
“So… how do I get to the palace once I have her?”
>She levitates another small object out of the box. It seems to be a small blue sphere.
>”This is a ferrystone. It is an old device that we do not use often. It allows limited teleportation.”
>You hold out your palm, the smooth stone settling into your hand.
>It is not very heavy, and is quite cold to the touch.
“When you have Rarity, you will need to get as close as you can to Canterlot City. It will shine brightly when you are close enough. Simply toss it into the air above your head, and it will teleport the two of you to the castle.”
“So… why isn’t it used often? And why do I need to get close to the City? Is this thing even going to work?”
>”As we said, Anonymous, it allows only limited teleportation. It will eventually run out of charge and be rendered useless. It is an artifact from a bygone age, used by Earth Ponies before the tribes were united. Now, we simply use magic.”
>Fucking magic.
>You deposit the little orb in your other pocket.
>Thank god for pockets.
>Relics, and missions and vampires.
>…How the fuck is this your life.
”Then what? That’s it?”
>”We will see to it that she does not become a danger to herself, or her friends. We cannot speak for what will happen after that.”
 “What happens to me, then?”
>She eyes you curiously.
>”Your mission will be done, Anonymous. You can go on with your life.”
“…Knowing I was the one that killed one of my friends. Yeah, some fucking life.”
>The princess’ eyes lower in frustration.
>”Anonymous, you are her only hope. We put our faith in you and you alone. We do not even know you. You do realize this?”
>You nod slowly.
>”Then you realize the measure of the task we wish of you. Go and save the Element of Generosity.”
>She shines her magic, levitating you and standing you up straight, playing with you like a rag-doll.
>You don’t mind.
>“Remember to keep her out of direct sunlight, and see to it that you are not bitten. We cannot imagine what would happen from such a calamity.”
“Right, no sunlight. And I don’t think I want to be a vampire, thanks. I’d probably turn into Twilight.” You say with a mild chuckle.
>She looks to you in pure confusion.
”Because ‘Sparkle’? Shit right, you wouldn’t get it. Sorry.”
>You brush yourself off, standing there looking a little sheepishly.
“Uh, I hate to be a bother, but could you um… Send me back to my house? I kinda don’t know my way around that well still.”
>She stifles a giggle before shining her horn with brilliant azure magic.
>”Of course, Anonymous. Remember, you only have a short window of time to save the Element of Generosity. We believe in you.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
>She nods, and her magic surrounds you.
>After a vision distorting jaunt through the warp, you open your eyes and find yourself in front of your little house.
>It’s still dark outside, and you’re just as tired as you were.
>Except now you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders.
>…You know, if she could enter your dreams, she could have at least let you take a few Ambien.
>Do ponies have Ambien?
>You are too tired for questions.
>Now is the time for attempted sleep.
>You fiddle through your pocket for your keys and open the door after a mild bit of fussing over an upside down key.
>Not sure why that always happened.
>You can only blame tiredness for so long.
>Truth be told, your head was swirling with nonsense.
>Vamponies, undead, magical relics and teleportation.
>What the hell did you do to deserve this?
>Oh, right.
>You killed one of your only friends.
>Rarity was your friend, right?
>Is.
>Rarity is your friend.
>Get it together, Anon.
>You trudge over to your steps and take an agonizingly long time to scale them.
>The wind wails through the trees outside of your house eerily, replacing the silence.
>Even with your coat still on, you can’t help but shiver ever so slightly.
>You reach the last step and breathe a heavy sigh.
>You’ve got quite the task ahead of you, Anon.
>You have to save someone’s life.
>And of all things… vampires.
>This place is so fucking weird.
>You shake your head and waddle into your room, throwing off your coat gingerly and hanging it on a chair.
>You kick off your shoes, throwing them in whatever direction.
>Discarding your pants and shirt takes just as little time, though the room seems colder than you recall.
>You fall back into your bed with gusto, regardless.
>The comfy mattress takes your form with a happy bounce.
>It will forever be your waifu, you’ve decided.
>Shambling into bed proper, you feel sort of at ease, even given tomorrow’s journey.
>You know what you have to do.
>But you have no idea how to do it.
>This is nothing you’d ever encountered before.
>Even then, how were you supposed to get a necklace around a bloodthirsty monster’s neck?
>That’s what Luna said, right, that you were to place it on her right as she turned?
>Staring at the ceiling, you feel as if this may be a more difficult task than you anticipated.
>What if you’re going to have to end up staking her or something ridiculous?
>You shake your head and try to put those thoughts out of your mind, at least for now.
>Tomorrow will come soon, and you’re going to need to have your wits about you.
>Perhaps with a bit of luck, you’ll manage to get some sleep.
>And while your eyelids are heavy, your brain is seemingly still awake with worry.
>It will be a long night.

>You open your eyes.
>Or well, you feel the sensation of your eyes opening.
>But you can’t see a damn thing.
>You turn your head slightly to the left and right, and find nothing but blackness.
>The fuck?
>Out of your peripherals you see a flash of red, as if a ring of crimson is surrounding your vision.
>Suddenly your senses are assaulted with the sound of a scream.
>A girl’s scream.
>And while you’ve never heard it before, you’re pretty sure it’s Rarity.
>The color in your vision grows stronger.
>The screaming continues.
>She keeps calling for help.
>She’s begging for it.
>Anyone.
>Save her.
>Please.
>You fall to your knees.
>The tears begin.
>Useless.
>A waste of a human.
>Even in this world of ponies and magic you’re nothing but a failure.
>And you let her die.
>It was you.
>The screaming falls silent.
>The red dissipates.
>You are left with nothing but pitch black darkness.
>And you are alone.
>”ANONYMOUS.” A voice calls to you from everywhere at once.
>A flash of light signals another oddity.
>Wait
>Wait a goddamn minute what
>”Anonymous. Please. We seldom see such grim nightmares. You mustn’t let this situation get the better of you. All of the tools you need are at your disposal.” The figure speaks in an old, regal tone.
>This is undoubtedly Princess Luna.
>And she’s actually in your dream, in all of her bluish alicorn pony greatness.
>Is this technically a lucid dream then?
>”We shall aid your rest, troubled one. It is the least that we can to do aid you. Please be careful.”
>With that, you fade to black.
>This time it’s a little more peaceful.

>You don’t own an alarm clock.
>Never saw the need.
>You always wake up every couple hours anyway.
>It is in this morning that you should have probably had the hindsight to have one anyway.
>Because it is nearly afternoon.
>And you are just now blinking your tired eyes awake.
>You are Anonymous.
>And you might have already fucked up.
>The sun shines down on you from a nearby window, blinding you slightly with it’s radiance.
>It stings.
>You probably would have found this humorous in some fashion, were it not for the panic you’re feeling right now.
>What if she’s already turned?
>What if it’s too late?
>What if she’s dead or…
>OH GOD WHAT IF SHES EATING HER SISTER
>NOPE
>Keep your shit together, Anon.
>You’ve got a job to do and you’re not going to give up.
>Not yet.
>You scramble out of bed in an unwashed heap, quickly dressing in whatever you can find.
>So basically, what you wore yesterday.
>You’ll be fine; you don’t have to look nice for anyone.
>Picking up your coat, you double check everything.
>Little teleport egg thing?
>Check.
>Strange bottle of… something.
>Check.
>Little necklace that’s supposed to subdue a bloodthirsty monster of your own creation?
>…Check.
>Thank you for the vote of confidence, brain.
>With that, you fly down the stairs and sprint through the door.
>You don’t have time for any sort of morning routine right now.
>Is it even morning?
>Fuck it.
>You slam the door behind you and hasten your way to Rarity’s boutique.
>Luckily, ponies generally opt to avoid you.
>The marketplace isn’t wholly bare, but it’s easy to maneuver through.
>You glance to the sun in the sky, hoping to god and anyone listening that things are going to be okay.
>No, fuck that.
>Everything IS going to be okay.
>Soon, the boutique is in sight.
>A good thing, too, because you’re winded as fuck.
>You hunch over and attempt to get some breath in you.
>You’re not a marathon man, for sure.
>But hey at least you got some sleep last night.
>Luna is an alright pony.
>Your chest heaves as you pant in front of the gaudily decorated building.
>The fact that you don’t hear screams of terror and agony is a good sign that you still have time.
>You need to hurry though.
>Just in case.
>You stagger over to the door, attempting to get your bearings.
>Rapping your knuckles against the door, something in your brain clicks and panic sets in again.
>Wait, how the hell was this going to go down?
>Before you’re able to compute the answer, the door swings open.
>You don’t see anyone.
>”Hi, I’m Sweetie Belle!” a voice squeaks from below you.
>Oh right, her sister.
“Hey… I’m Anon. Is your sister in?” you reply, in between breaths.
>”RAAARRITY!” She hollers to the boutique behind her.
>It kind of hurts your ears.
>There’s a moment of silence.
>You don’t like silence.
>”Rarity was talking about you. She says you made her party a night to remember.”
”Oh y-yeah? That’s one way to put it.”
>Don’t blow your cover, Anon.
>”Just let them in, Sweetie, I’m very busy.” Rarity calls from one of the back rooms.
>She seems normal.
>”It’s Anon, Rarity!” she excitedly says, stepping aside to let you in.
>You’re still shaking slightly, nervous as all hell.
>But maybe this won’t be so bad?
>Maybe it’ll be easy.
>Yeah.
>You got this.
>You attempt a bit of confidence and stride into the boutique.
>”So what do you want with Rarity Anon? Are ya gonna take her on a date?”
>You shake your head at the adorable little unicorn.
“Nah, I just came over to uh… see her for a while.”
>”…You like her, don’t you Anon?” The filly lowers her eyelids suggestively as the two of you sit down on a couch.
“No, Sweetie. I’m just here to um… have lunch with her.”
>”OH BOY I LOVE LUNCH!” she hollers, hopping giddily.
>With that, Rarity waltzes in from the back.
>”Oh hello, Anonymous. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Just stopping by. Figured I’d check up on you. Get you lunch or something.”
>”Oh can we go to that fried pickle stand in town? I love those.” Sweetie says grinning excitedly, her little tail wiggling just as much as her body is.
>You grimace.
>Rarity looks at her sister with a similar look.
>”What? They’re good.” She replies, a little defeated.
>”Well this is all of the sudden, Anonymous. I have quite a few orders that I need to work on, and I’ve been up all night. I should really be trying to get some sleep, not going out on dates.”
>Rarity winks at you, smiling cutely.
>You are way too caught up on the fact that she was up all night.
>Vampires don’t sleep.
>Oh god it’s happening.
>”Um… Anonymous? Are you alright?” She says, nudging you with a hoof.
>You break out of your trance.
“Yeah. Cool. Fine. Yeah. Lunch?”
>”Anonymous, you didn’t hear a word I just said did you?”
>You fish out the bottle from your coat pocket.
“It’s not a date. I just uh… picked up a bottle of wine and figured I’d share it with you.”
>God you hope this stuff is wine-colored at the very least.
>The black bottle was plain, without label and fitted with a small cork.
>”Oh? My my, Anon, are you sure you’re not trying to woo me? Wine is an easy way into a mare’s heart, you know.” She smiles, turning.
>”Let me go get ready and I’ll join you on a not-date. Did you have anywhere in mind?”
>Shit this is a bad idea.
>You can’t have her turning in public.
”Why not just… stay here? I’ll whip something up for you. I can cook you know.”
>You wiggle your fingers at her, hoping it works.
>You weren’t a good cook, but shit it’s a better idea than taking her out into the sun and the public.
>”So no fried pickles?” Sweetie enquires, looking disappointed.
>”Sweetie, go play in your room. It seems I’m being treated like a proper lady today.”  She smirks slightly and retreats into her room.
>Sweetie glances over at her sister, and then back at you.
>”You guys are weird.”
>With that, she hops off of the couch and trots over to her room, shutting the door gently.
>Fucking flawless, Anon.
>You got this.

>Your name is Rarity.
>You are the best seamspony this side of… well… anywhere.
>Currently, you are in your sewing room, lying down on your lounge chair.
>Anonymous just offered to wine and dine you.
>While this is a pleasant surprise, you’re finding it awfully hard to maintain a straight face.
>You haven’t slept since the other morning in the hospital.
>At first, you simply thought it was stress over the incident.
>But you hadn’t had a drop of coffee all morning.
>And you literally ran out of orders to do, last night, having finished them all soon after you got home.
>Your eyes weren’t heavy.
>Your body wasn’t lethargic.
>But you felt simply divine.
>Perhaps the doctors slipped a drug into your system?
>No… they wouldn’t do that.
>And you’re pretty sure Anonymous would have told you if something funny was going on.
>To top it all off, your memory felt sharp and clear.
>You could remember the location of even the smallest bead on one of your dresses.
>You had spent all night sketching out new ideas for dresses and outfits.
>Actually… you hadn’t eaten since the party now that you think about it.
>You are Rarity, and you are attempting to get your shit together.
>Well, you were.
>Until Anon.
>With him came that maddening stench that you recall from the Hospital.
>Initially, you thought it was just some kind of perfume that somep0ny was using in a room.
>But then it grew.
>And grew.
>You were a slave to it’s bouquet, even sleeping with Anon just so you could smell it.
>That’s the creepiest thing that you’ve ever done and you’d be damned if someone was to find that out.
>All the same… why him?
>You’d met him before and he didn’t smell like that.
>He mostly smelled of… well, he had his own original scent.
>But this… you couldn’t put a hoof on it.
>All you knew was that you needed it.
>No… no you don’t need it.
>You shake your head and get off of your couch, deciding to pace a little.
>Even now you could smell him from the other room.
>Did he know?
>No… certainly not.
>Blast it all… what were you supposed to do?
>He did say he had a bottle of wine. Perhaps if you drank a bit, you’d be alright.
>Alcohol always dulled your senses.
>You spritz yourself with one of your strongest smelling perfumes, hoping it will mask his scent.
>Yes. This will be a good plan.
>You fluff your mane and make sure you look prim and proper.
>Perhaps this won’t be so bad.
>Then you can go back to work…?

>You are Anonymous.
>Master thumb twiddler.
>And you are waiting on Rarity to get out of her room.
>At least you knew where she was this time.
>But you didn’t know what she was doing.
>Surely she wasn’t going to dress up just for lunch.
>Speaking of, you had no idea what to fix her.
>That might have been a good thing to figure out.
>You glance at the door and then over to the kitchen.
“Hey Rarity, uh, what do you want to eat?” you call to the closed door.
>”I’m actually not too hungry, Anonymous. Please… um… help yourself.” She replies, muffled through the door.
>Is she okay?
>Oh wait… she’s not hungry.
>Of course not, vampires don’t eat.
>Well hold on, if she was a vampire then she’d be after your neck like a Texan at a steak buffet.
>Steak… stake.
>Ha.
>You hadn’t eaten any breakfast, but maybe it couldn’t help to look and see what she has.
>A cursory examination of her fridge and pantry show a standard fare of fruits and vegetables, as well as quite a few little breakfast bars and juiceboxes, probably for Sweetie Belle.
>They were emblazoned with obnoxiously cute looking cartoonish fillies.
>So basically they were double cartoons, given the world you inhabit.
>You wonder if there were cartoonists in this world, who would in turn make cartoons that might as well be more ponies…?
>That’s a little too deep for right now.
>You grab a banana from the counter, and a wine glass from a cupboard, unpeeling the banana as you return to your seat.
>If Rainbow saw you with a banana, she’d flip out with a million monkey insults.
>Silly Rainbow.
>You’re about halfway through the banana before Rarity finally shows her face again.
>She looks a bit… you’re not sure what to call it.
>Shaken?
>Probably not a good sign.
>Glancing at the bottle to your side, you begin to worry just a little more.
>You’d better get this stuff down her, just in case.
>”A banana? My, Anonymous. You truly are a chef.” She says with a titter, sitting… across the room from you.
>Does she know…?
”Yeah, turns out I’m not very hungry either. Wine?”
>You motion to the glass.
>”What, only one glass? What about you Anonymous? Truly you’re not the type to drink straight from the bottle?”
“I don’t drink so much.”
>She rolls her eyes at you.
>”Come, Anonymous, don’t lie. I seen you at the ball the other day. You were drinking that punch as if it were water.”
>Shit.
>She wanted you to drink the stuff as well, it seems.
>You swallow hard.
>Well, maybe it won’t be so bad.
>You could always throw up later, right?
>Sighing, you rise and go to get another glass.
>This was going to be alright.
>Your heartbeat reminds you of your fear.
>Stupid heart.
>You decide to walk over to Rarity this time, but notice her fidgeting in her seat slightly as you approach.
>Your step wavers slightly.
>But there could be no hesitation here.
>You had a goddamn mission, and you were going to save this goddamn pony or die trying.
>…Maybe without the dying part.
>As you take a seat next to her, you notice her eyes sort of flittering away from you.
“Are you alright Rarity?”
>Of course she isn’t.
>And you can clearly see the little wound on her neck, pink flesh poking through her otherwise immaculate coat.
>Maybe she didn’t know?
>”Of course, Anonymous. Just a little antsy is all.”
>You blink at her, and go for the bottle.
>It’s not a normal wine bottle, looking more like a large beer bottle than anything.
>”What kind of wine is it?” she inquires, her sapphire pupils fidgeting in her glance.
“You know what, I don’t know. The… uh… label fell off. So it’s a mystery to everyone.”
>Please let this work.
>With a deft motion, you pop the cork on the bottle.
>Immediately a nearly floor-slanting scent permeates the immediate vicinity.
>You can’t place it, but it kind of smells like a mixture of… rotten wood and olives.
>Which means it’s absolutely horrendous.
>”My my, Anonymous, where in the world did you get such a delicious smelling wine? Is it one of Berry’s?” she inquires, a twinkle in her eye.
>…Delicious?
>The hell?
>You peer into the bottle, and see nothing but a black liquid.
>Shrugging, you set out the glasses and pour the ‘wine’ into them.
>What comes loose from the bottle is a frightening viscous potion, unlike any wine you’ve seen.
>Light is seemingly sucked into its crimson-black abyss.
>You hold your breath as you pour the other glass.
>There seems to be enough for one more glass in the bottle.
>Were you supposed to drink it all by yourself?
>Rarity catches you eying the wine and nudges you.
>”Well? It’s your wine. You get first taste.”
“But it’s a present.”
>”Well, it’s unlabeled. How do I know it’s not cough syrup?”
>That’s a pretty valid point, but you’re definitely not keen on trying the stuff, yourself.
>Luna said that it would slake her thirst… wait…
>WAIT
>OH FUCK NO
>THIS IS PROBABLY FUCKING BLOOD ISNT IT
>You visibly cringe at the prospect of drinking the stuff.
>Rarity catches you, unfortunately.
>”What’s wrong? Don’t like wine?” she asks, a tinge of teasing concern in her voice.
“Uh… I’m just admiring the… the bouquet. Yeah.”
>She giggles lightly.
>”Oh don’t be such a filly, Anonymous. Drink it so I can have mine.”
>She already wanted it, now she’s just teasing you.
>You shakily reach for the glass.
>Oh god is this really happening.
>Maybe just a little sip.
>You grasp the chalice and bring it to your face.
>The smell is overwhelmingly awful.
>You turn your nose up slightly.
>But Rarity needs to drink this, and if this is what you have to do… so be it.
>You take a deep breath and bring the glass to your lips daintily, allowing some of the liquid into your mouth.
>There are not enough regrets in the world.
>It’s as if you tried to do the cinnamon challenge with liquid, the cordial literally coating the entirety of your mouth as if by magic.
>A thin layer of pure disgust assaults your mouth as your face contorts into inhumane shapes.
>”Anonymous? Is it that bad?” she asks, scooting back a bit as a demon assaults your mouth.
>You hand the glass to her with abrupt force, nearly spilling it.
>Swallowing is the next step.
>You do not look forward to swallowing.
>But you do it anyway, lest your mouth be assaulted by a warm embrace of disgusting liquid.
>Your throat will never recover; the slimy stuff worms its way down you with a burning abandon.
>Thank god it was only a sip.
>You watch as Rarity takes a hold of the glass with her magic and gingerly sniffs at it.
>”You must not be able to appreciate a fine wine, Anon. This smells simply marvelous.”
>She takes a small sip, and her pupils grow to the size of dinner plates.
>Nearly immediately she chugs the glass, like a pro.
>Good… she’s drinking it.
>”Anonymous… I don’t know where you got such a fine elixir but if you’re not going to drink yours…”
>You don’t even think twice, sliding the glass and the bottle over to her.
>”Thank you.” She says, nearly downing your glass in one gulp.
>She lowers the glass and hiccups.
>”Oh my, excuse me. How unladylike.” She giggles a little, covering her mouth with a hoof.
>You’re still trying to get the taste out of your mouth.
>Ugh, it’s like you ate a whole jar of peanut butter without a drink, except the peanut butter was made in hell and cultured in vomit.
>And as if it wasn’t already bad, you can feel the stuff in your stomach.
>Why can you feel it in your stomach?
>You break the attention from you as you look back to Rarity.
>You’re glad you did, as her pupils have shrunk down to barely a dime’s size.
>That’s… probably not a good sign.
>She’s also just kind of…sitting there.
“Uh… Rarity?” you say, smacking your lips together slightly.
>Nothing.
>You snap a finger in front of her.
>She shakes her head, squiggles  wobbling to and fro.
>”Oh dear, Anonymous. I don’t know what came over me. I just sort of spaced out there for a moment.”
>Without even breaking eye contact, you see her levitate the bottle to her mouth and she starts suckling on it like a baby’s bottle.
“…I take it you like the wine?”
>She pulls forwards, setting the now empty bottle on the ground next to her.
>”It was simply divine Anony-“
>She freezes again, her body quivering slightly.
“Rarity?”
>”Um… excuse me for a moment Anonymous. I… uh… need to use the little filly’s room.”
>You nod as she rises and quickly vacates the room, retreating to her own once again.
>Yeah.
>Looks like it worked.
>You relax in the couch slightly as the warmth in your belly begins to spread to the rest of your body.
>It’s comforting though, so you don’t mind it.
>Really really… cozy…
>You would feel the rest of your body heating up like a goddamn space heater…
>…if you hadn’t already passed out.

>You are Rarity.
>That doesn’t matter though.
>Not only did he sit next to you, but he offered you an ambrosia to imbibe.
>That wine was as if someone condensed liquid happiness into palpable form.
>The way it lit your body on fire from the inside out...
>You’d swear Anon was attempting to bed you, the way your body was reacting.
>You already felt your face flushed, and the rest of your body nearly vibrating with excitement.
>Did he lace this with something?
>Your mareparts sure seem to be reacting as such.
>But… he wouldn’t drug you.
>Oh blast and damnations!
>You pace back and forth in your room in a quickened manner.
>There’s not a chance that you could show your face looking like this.
>Especially since that maddening scent of his is now permeating the air.
>Did… did you have the hots for Anon?
>Is that what all of this is?
>That’s simply preposterous.
>He’s a… well he’s not a pony for Celestia’s sake!
>Your body continues to heat up, and you feel a bit of your own liquid start to seep down your leg.
>This… this is not a good situation.
>Perhaps you can remedy this in a timely manner?
>You were a single mare, after all.
>You know how to handle yourself.
>You walk into your bathroom with a worried smile.
>Yes, everything will be okay and he will be none the wiser.

>There comes a time in everyone’s life where life likes to take a shit on you.
>Today seems to be that day.
>You are Anonymous.
>And you are currently passed out on the couch, though you don’t really know it.
>Whatever was in that tonic really put you down.
>You hoped you were going to be okay.
>”Anonymous… I cannot express how bad of an idea that was.” A now-familiar voice calls from nowhere.
“Yeah, I’m not really the best with ideas.” You reply soundlessly.
>”You have put yourself in great danger and we fear that Rarity will soon turn. That cordial was meant for her, and her alone. We had hoped you to have better judgment in this situation.”
“Shit it’s not like there’s a warning label. Goddamnit, that means I’m asleep right? Can’t you wake me up?”
>”We can, Anonymous, but proceed to Rarity with haste. The sun is still high in the sky and you will need to avoid anyp0ny’s gaze as you make your way to the castle.”
>”Right. Gotcha. Hit me.”

>You wake with a jump, your breath escaping you in a semi-panicked gasp.
>Rising to your feet, you don’t care of the glass that you knock over in your haste to Rarity’s door.
>Luckily, it’s unlocked.
>Unfortunately, however, you hear something from around the corner in Rarity’s sewing room.
>A loud fast paced moaning, as if she was in pain, accompanied with sounds of heavy breathing.
>Oh god
>It’s happening.
>She’s fucking turning.
>Thank fucking god for Luna and her sleep-hax.
>You steel yourself, attempting to breathe normally.
>This was it.
>You approach the door, as her wailing grows louder.
>You hear her rustling around inside, as if she’s transforming into some…
>Nope.
>Not now brain.
>You approach the door and knock on it.
>Just in case.
“Rarity? Are you okay?”
>Of course she’s not.
>She’s turning into a bloodthirsty crea-
>STOP
>You knock a little harder, but there’s no response.
>The moaning continues, in fact, it gets even more excited.
>No there’s not a damn moment to waste.
>You have to save her.
>You jiggle the handle.
>Locked.
>Of course.
>Taking a few steps back, you find only one other option.
“Rarity, I’m coming in. Hold on.” You call to her, hoping she can at least hear you a little.
>Not waiting for a response, you take a deep breath and clench your fists.
>Back in school, you pretended to play football.
>You sucked at it.
>But a door is not a nearly 7 foot tall teenager with anger issues.
>You take a few steps back, and attempt a move from Wario Land: the enviable shoulder charge.
>Much to your surprise, it proves to be made of flimsy construction.
>Smashing into the wood, you easily rip the door from its hinges, landing on the door itself in front of Rarity.
>Probably.
>Your shoulder is inflamed with pain, but it’s nothing you can’t walk off.
>It also looks like you scratched your arm up a bit with some of the wood, but that’s probably nothing.
>Adrenaline can take care of all of that shit.
>With eyes trailing up to Rarity, you attempt to lift yourself up.
>There she is, sitting on the toilet, her hoof between her legs.
>A scent soon hits you, definitely a lot better smelling than that vile concoction from earlier.
>That’s when you realize what she was doing.
>You finally match eyes with her.
>…And you wish you hadn’t.
>Where once her eyes with sapphire and beautiful now shines dark red pupils that bore into you with an unnerving ferocity, though her visage remains statuesque.
>That’s when you feel something cold on your arm.
>A cursory glance proves to be exactly what you didn’t want to happen.
>Hello Anonymous.
>You are now bleeding from a fresh wound right in front of a freshly turned vampire.
>You have had better days, for sure.
>Rising to your knees, you place a hand on the pocket with the necklace.
>Maybe if you can get her before…
>She gives you no time to react, quickly baring her fangs and lunging at you with an inhuman (inpony?) speed.
>A white blur crashes into you as you fumble in your pocket.
>Your head crashes against the tile painfully as the white terror is upon you, her pupils dilated to pin pricks and her fangs freshly glistening.
>You throw your other hand in front of you, attempting to knock Rarity off of you, but to no avail as she easily shoves your arm back down.
>Your other hand has better luck, and has the necklace in its grip.
>All too quickly, however, Rarity is upon you, her chest pressed to yours and her face next to you.
>Oh shit this is exactly what doesn’t need to happen.
>It happens in an instant, unfortunately.
>Even with your human body, ten times stronger than a pony’s, you are unable to stop this creature from attacking you.
>You don’t even see her move, really.
>Just a white and purple blur.
>All of the sudden you feel an intensely painful feeling on your neck… and you know you’ve been bitten.
>It’s as if you had the worst sunburn in the world – a real blistering sort.
>And then someone decided to slap it with an open palm.
>As quickly as your senses are wracked with pain, it disippates and instead you begin to feel a little dizzy.
>It doesn’t end like this.
>Your other hand still has the necklace in a steely grip.
>Swinging your arm to her, the necklace opens automatically and clasps itself around Rarity’s neck like a choker.
>The little white moonstone glows blindingly white as Rarity topples over nearly instantly.
>Your breath is frantic and you have absolutely no idea what to think right now.
>Your neck’s pain renews, as does the slight dizziness.
>But you can’t have it end here.
>You still have shit to do.
>Get the fuck up, Anonymous.
>With your left arm, you scoop up the unconscious mare, full well knowing you only have a small window of time to get her to the castle.
>Thankfully, she’s light.
>You rise to your feet, quickly searching the bathroom for something to staunch your neck wound.
>You find a towel emblazoned with an ‘R’.
>Fitting.
>You wrap the fucker around your neck a couple times and use the other hand to apply pressure.
>A neck wound wouldn’t clot… you know that much.
>But if you can get to the palace quick enough, you’re sure Luna could patch you up.
>You exit the bathroom, hastily grabbing a sheet of fabric off of the wall.
>All white.
>Hopefully it’ll reflect the sun well enough.
>You carefully wrap Rarity in the fabric, making sure that she’s nearly mummified so that no sun can touch her.
>You spin to the exit and make your way out of the boutique, your mind and body running on pure adrenaline.
>”Anon?” a voice asks.
>You ignore it and charge through the door, not even bothering to close it.
>Shit to do, people to see, things to get done.
>You look to the distance, towards where you remember Canterlot to be.
>How the fuck were you supposed to carry this mare, hold off your bleeding, and toss a teleporty stone in the air?
>Fuck it, you’ll worry about it when you need to.
>Like a bat out of hell, you start sprinting in the direction of the castle, making sure to take the long way around, avoiding any ponies that might want a peeping glance at the bleeding human.
>There’s a little dirt path that leads in that direction.
>This would be a good place to start.
>After a few minutes at a brisk pace you find yourself having to slow down to a near stop.
>Your head is spinning and your wound is still seeping blood.
>Leaning against a tree to help gather your breath, something taps you on your shoulder.
>You nearly jump into the air and spin to face whatever and find yourself face to face with none other than the cyan Pegasus of Loyalty.
>Rainbow Dash.
>Are you fucking kidding me?
>”Anon? I saw you running and stuff from town and… what the hay are you covered in?”
>You take a couple steps back, your body still too weak to start sprinting again.
>”…Is… is that Rarity?” She asks, flapping closer to you.
>Sure enough, in your run, a bit of her squiggly tail is poking out of the makeshift swaddle.
>And it’s starting to singe slightly.
>In a panic you drop the towel and stuff the purple back into the white bundle.
>Allowing Rainbow Dash a clear vantage of the bloody neck wound you’ve received.
>”Anon? Are you hurt? Is that your blood? Oh Celestia we need to get you to a hospital, pronto!” She exclaims, advancing on you.
>No way in hell.
>You decide to lose to towel and just use your hand on your wound, albeit at very reduced effectiveness.
>Doesn’t matter.
>Gotta run.
>You turn tail and sprint in the opposite direction, knowing full well Rainbow Dash is the fastest fucker in this land.
>You just have to get close enough to use the stone.
>”Anon! Wait! Where are you going! What are you doing with Rarity!” She calls, not far behind you.
>Attempting to lose her amongst a thatch of trees proves fruitless, her speed seemingly unhindered by anything in her way.
>It doesn’t take long for her to catch up to you, a cyan blur flapping next to you.
>”Anon!”  she yells, stopping in front of you abruptly and cutting you off.
>Unfortunately, you’re not running on full power, so you tumble into her.
>Time nearly slows to a crawl as you nearly fall chest down, onto Rarity.
>You have just enough energy to spin mid air, so that you land on your back.
>You do not have enough energy, however, to hold on to the precious bundle, as your cargo flies from your hands.
>Landing in a heap with Rainbow below you, you can only watch in horror as Rarity’s form leaves its protective blanket and falls to the side.
>As a split second reaction, you clamber to your feet, nearly falling on yourself several times as you go to rescue.
>You fly to her aid, throwing yourself over her like a protective blanket made of Anonymous.
>Blood runs in rivulets through your hand, dripping down onto the white mare’s coat.
“M-might stain…” you laugh to yourself.
>Truth be told, you’re at the end of your rope.
>You can feel your adrenaline quickly lapsing and the blood loss is getting to you.
>You fumble through your pocket and retrieve the little egg-thing.
>It’s shining ever so faintly.
>”Anon! You’re bleeding everywhere! What in tartarus is going on?” Rainbow exclaims, worry clear in her voice.
>An idea springs into your head as your breathing becomes haggard.
“G-get the sheet.” You say as loud as you can, your breathing irregular.
>She flaps over to it, carrying it over in her mouth.
”Rainbow, I need you to t-trust me.”
>”If you’re going to keep running from me-“
”Shut it. Rarity needs to get to the castle. K-keep her out of the sun.”
>You struggle with the weakness of your body giving out, but still manage to wrap Rarity in the fabric.
>Turning to face Rainbow, you give her the little egg, a clear expression of confusion in her face.
”Take this. When it shines, toss it in the air and you’ll be taken to the castle.”
>”Anon, why are you telling me all this? What are you running from?”
>Your hand shakes, nearly dropping the little egg.
“Rarity needs help. Luna. Go. Please.” You reply, struggling to make the words.
>”But… you’re hurt…” She says, taking the little egg in a hoof.
“Nah… I just need to rest for a little bit.”
>”Anon…”
>You scoop up Rarity and hold her out to Rainbow.
>With a bit of management, she manages to wrap her hooves around her, whilst tucking the egg into the folds of the blanket.
“Luna will know.”
>”Anon I’m not sure about all this but… if you’re trying to help Rarity then I’ll try to help too.”
>She turns and flaps a little away.
>”I’ll come back for you, okay?”
>You slump against a tree, one hand on your neck, the other in a thumbs up.
“Sure thing.”
>You watch as Rainbow Dash speeds off towards Canterlot Castle, Rarity in tow.
“Wonder how much blood I’ve got left… heh…” you muse aloud to no one in particular.
>The sun is high in the sky.
>You managed to subdue Rarity’s feral nature.
>And she’s on her way to the Castle.
>You’ve done good, Anonymous.
>You’ve done good.