Music Therapy, C6: Peach

>Tonight, she shows up at 6:00 on the dot.
"Hey, look at you, being all punctual."
>She casually strolls past you into your office. "What can I say? You keep me on time."
>You chuckle and quickly rifle through your desk drawer while her back's still turned.
>As soon as she plops down onto the couch, you turn back to face her.
"Hey, Eri."
>"Yeah?"
>You bare your fangs at her.
>Immediately, she yelps and cowers in fear.
>You collapse onto your chair laughing, and pull them out of your mouth.
"Ahahaha, don't worry! They're fake."
>She frowns at you, unimpressed. "Dick move, Anon. Dick. Move."
"What? I thought I'd try an icebreaker tonight."
>"Icebreaker? Nice try." She settles back into her normal sitting postion. "I know you're just trying to get your kicks."
>You twirl the plastic fangs around your finger, watching her trying to shake it off, but still trembling involuntarily.
"Aw, you're still shaking. You need a shock blanket, lil' filly?"
>"S-Shut up!" she laughs, throwing one of the couch cushions at you.
"Alright, alright! No need to get violent. It was just a prank. Haven't pulled that one in a while."
>"Yeah, nice prank alright," she says sarcastically. "Making me think you're a vampire. I don't know how humans work."
"Maybe I am one, and that was just a ruse to throw you off my scent."
>"Oh, I'm onto you," she teases, playing along. "I don't know about humans, but bat ponies are just a myth."
"You sure about that?"
>"Well, no," she admits. "But I'm like 99% sure you're not a vampire."
>You give her a sly smirk.
"That one percent's gonna come back to haunt you."
>She rolls her eyes and smiles, crossing her forehooves. "Why do you even have those things?"
"The fangs? I don't know, they make me look hot. I've always thought vampires were sexy."
>"You find monsters sexy?"
"No, doofus. Not monsters. That whole aesthetic, the fangs, the darkness, the bloodsucking."
>"Too bad bats live off fruit, not blood."
>You shrug.
"You think that would apply to bat ponies too?"
>"Probably. They must feed off of peaches, plums, that kind of stuff. If they went around biting ponies, wouldn't half of us be turned by now?"
"Hey, now THAT would be a bitchin' world. Vampires everywhere, only going out at night, feasting off blood."
>"Yeah. That would be kind of fun, actually."
"Think about it. We could go and hunt as a vampire duo."
>"Oh?" Titillated, she bites her lip and looks down, clearly imagining it.
>Is she blushing?
>Shit, don't be weird.
>You're here to help her, not rave about creatures of the night.
"You know, there's a lot of cool songs about vampires."
>Really, Anon? Are you even listening? Why even bother?
>"You gonna show me?" she asks. "Or are you gonna leave me hanging... like a bat?"
"Wow. That was pretty lame. I almost don't want to show you know."
>"Aw, come on! I was just messing around. I want to hear some more music."
"Alright, if you're interested."
>You get your iPod and sit on the couch with her.
>You each take an earbud and put them in.
>She watches as you scroll through your library, searching for the songs you were thinking of.
>Her mane lightly grazes your arm as she leans in to look.
>You turn to her. She's got a little grin on her face.
"What're you so smiley for?"
>"Nothing," she says coyly.
"Mhmm, sure. You must like nothing a whole lot to be smirking like that."
>She scoffs teasingly while you go back to scrolling.
>Oh, here's one. Radiohead, We Suck Young Blood. You hit play.
>She sits back, shuts her eyes, and takes in the music. "Spooky piano. Already love it."
>As she listens, she sways ever so slowly with the rhythm.
>When it finally fades out, she sits back up. "That was eerie. Gave me chills. I like it."
"How about another?"
>She nods and you find the next song.
>Bloodletting by Concrete Blonde. This one always gets you tingly.
>Halfway through the song she's bobbing her head along and shooting you entertained glances.
>"That wasn't bad. Still kinda heavy, but it felt like a party. Isn't being a vampire supposed to make you dark and brooding?"
"I think I know what you're getting at."
>Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins. That one's a hit, she'll like it.
>She gets into it instantly. She even starts chanting along to the chorus.
>"Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage! Fuck yeah!"
>Enthralled, you sing with her, jamming along together.
>When that one ends, she's much more hyped.
>"You got any more? I'm loving this dark shit."
>Fuck yeah you do.
>Vampires Will Never Hurt You. My Chemical Romance. A favorite of yours.
>The drums start it off, the bass kicks in, and in comes that classic riff.
>You sing the words to her. Your voice is stilted and comes out sounding like shit, but she still watches you excitedly.
"What if... you put the spike in my HEAAAART?"
>Oof, your screech was terrible.
>But you don't stop.
"I'll never let them, I'll never let them, I'll never let them hurt you, not tonight!"
>She's stopped rocking to the beat.
>Now focused only on your singing.
>What's that look in her eyes?
>Shit, don't start slipping now.
"Can you stake my heart? Come on, Eri! Can you stake my ha-ha-heart?"
>She snaps back to reality and picks up the words with you, banging her head along.
>"Can you stake my HA-HA-HEART?"
>Wow, she actually has a pretty good scream on her. That wail... she knows how to hit it just right.
>At the outro, you lean in and whisper the words to her.
"And as always, fatality is like ghosts in snow."
>As the song ends, she stares deeply into your eyes.
>"Fuck, Anon. Chills."
"You like it?"
>"That energy, it makes me want to... I don't know, dance. But hard. Like, throw my body around the room."
"You mean thrash?"
>"There's a word for it?"
"Oh boy, have I got just thing for you."
>At Dawn They Sleep. Slayer.
>While the intro plays, you get up off the couch and take her hoof.
>Her hoof tenses up when you wrap your fingers around it. She resists shyly.
"Come on, Eri, you asked for this!"
>She relents to your teasing and gets up with you.
>You start off the first verse to show her how to properly headbang, staying close enough to keep the earbuds in.
>When the chorus hits you take her front hooves and jump around. Not too hard at first.
>You show her just how it's done. Cool down for the second verse and pick it up again at the chorus.
>At the bridge you take advantage of the tempo change and headbang in time.
>By the end of the bridge the tempo picks back up with the "kill, kill, kill" chant.
"Now the outro's where you go all out!"
>You yell your instructions over the music to her. The tempo gets real fast here and you thrash around your office, taking her along with you.
>She can't stop laughing as you drag her around the tiny room, from wall to wall.
>You're completely into it now. Lost in the music.
>At the guitar solo, you want to go real hard without ripping the earbud out.
>Without a second thought, you impulsively lift her up.
>She squeaks out in surprise as she flies straight into your arms.
>Oh no.
>You freeze in place, still holding her against your chest. Her face in front of yours. She's just... staring at you speechlessly.
>The music's still going.
>Anon.
>What the fuck are you doing?
>ANON!
>You snap back to reality, and quickly put her down, pulling your earbud out.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I got out of control there."
>"It's okay," she whispers, fixing her mane.
"Really, I'm—"
>"Anon, it's fine. I promise."
>You feel like a complete ass.
"Are you sure?"
>"Yeah." She looks up at you. "We were just having fun."
>You slide back into your chair, feeling embarrassed.
>"It's getting late," she says. "I should head out."
"Yeah."
>You fiddle with the rubber band on your wrist.
>You can't even look her in the eye.
>She pauses in the doorway.
>"Thanks for teaching me how to thrash."

>You push open the door to your home.
>What a mess.
"I'll clean it tomorr—"
<Shut the fuck up. Just. Shut. Up.
>What is it now?
<You know exactly what.
>...yeah.
>It was fun today. I haven't had fun in a while.
<You really think that's going to continue? After what just happened?
>...no.
<Exactly.
>You pull off your socks and collapse onto the bed.
>That Earth Music. He had so many songs about vampires. Equestria doesn't even have one.
>You've never heard music like that. That energy, that anger, that pain.
<Sound familiar?
>But the songs weren't just about vampires.
>Anon sang the words to you. You heard them.
>He was just singing along. He didn't pick the lyrics.
>But, he did pick the songs. To show you.
>What... what is this?
>What's going on?
>Eri...
>What's happening to you?
<You don't get it, do you?
<I'm going to have to spell it out for you.
>You bury your face in your pillow. You're tired. You don't want to think anymore.
>Slowly, you doze off.

>You're awoken in the middle of the night.
>By a knock at the door.
>It's pitch black.
>You get up to answer.
>You open the door.
"A-Anon?"
>"I know I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry for intruding, I just... I couldn't sleep. Can't stop thinking about what happened earlier."
"Oh."
>You step aside to let him in.
>He doesn't move.
"Anon?"
>"Yeah," he whispers.
"You can come in."
>He obliges, and you shut the door behind him.
>Hopefully he can't see anything in the dim moonlight. Your home. You.
"What's goi—"
>You don't get to finish your thought.
>He lifts you up into arms.
>Just like last time.
>But not exactly.
>This time,
>he cradles you.
>You rest your head on his shoulder.
>He holds you up like it's nothing.
>Swaying gently. Arms wrapped tightly around your frame.
>Not letting go.
>"Eri..." he whispers.
>You pull back to look him in the eye.
>He's crying.
>Oh no.
>Please don't cry.
>You lean your forehead against his.
>His nose just barely grazes your muzzle.
>You can't take it anymore.
>You lean in...
>And you kiss him.
>It starts slow, but then it picks up.
>Deeper, harder. Impassioned.
>He brings you to the bed.
>Lowers you gently.
>Climbs over you.
>Leans down.
>Kisses your neck.
>It's so tender. So warm.
>So close.
>You shut your eyes and tilt your head back.
>He kisses.
>And he bites.
>Into your skin, he sinks his fangs.
>You whimper as the blood drips out.
>You don't care.
>You've felt worse.
>This...
>This is good pain.
>He sucks ever so gently upon your neck.
>Feeding off your blood.
>He swallows. Again, and again.
>The droplets he misses trickle down your neck.
>You stroke the back of his head.
>He's drinking it all.
>And you're letting him.
>He doesn't stop.
>You don't want him to stop.
>More and more drips,
>out of you,
>into him.
>The crimson nectar ebbs and flows
>Until everything gets hazy.
>Your vision blurs.
>Your head is spinning.
>You feel... faint...
>And the world fades
>Until only darkness remains.

>You snap your eyes open.
>It's still dark.
>You're still in bed.
>Alone.
>You bring your hoof to your neck.
>...nothing.
<That make it clear enough for you?
>Huh?
>...
>...
>...oh, sh—

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