On to more serious matters, there aren't any outstandingly world ending situations in progress. Mainly just continue to manipulate the girls into becoming your harem and train you abilities as much as you can. Some of them are about to become noticeably more powerful now that the Star has finally bloomed into its second stage. Try to suck more blood, perhaps in more discrete places, like the upper or back parts of the neck, or if you're feeling more intimate, underneath the base of the tail so the victims hair will hide the marks.

Also you need to take some time off to re-centre yourself. You've been careening from crisis to new mutation and back to crisis since you got here. Find somewhere quite, think about what you want to do with your powers, and maybe open your mind to the Everfree, see if it has an opinion. It had to have started talking to you for a reason, right?

The Archivist.

Well the enlightenment that you need to overthrow Celestia must have suddenly hit you.

It's so clear now. You're a vampony, she's the goddess of the sun. She banished Nightmare Moon, who is, at least in the stories, the mother of vamponies.

And Nightmare Moon was destroyed in the very same castle in the Everfree in which you gained your first powers.

I think you have a longterm goal now.

Don't forget to ask Trixie if she would teach you illusion magic.

And if you need to recharge your magic just feast on in the Everfree lost ponies.

Aedin the mage

You felt... calm... peaceful even. Also, kind of unconscious. You weren't entirely sure how you could 'feel' unconscious, but you did. You were sort of... floating in the blackness of your own thoughts. Not dreaming, yet not awake either, just occupying a space in-between the realms of consciousness, both 'Am-conscious' and 'Un-conscious' evading you.

Whatever the buck it was though it wasn't anywhere near the strangest thing that you'd experienced in your life as of recent, so you were more than happy to say 'screw it' and just stay there for awhile... a while that felt like ages and ages, months passing in moments... It was easy to stay there in that comfortable in-between with the feeling of so much time passing, and you found yourself appreciating it greatly. Not only because it was really pretty bucking relaxing, but also because it gave you something that you really hadn't had as of recent. Time to think.

Indeed, with the hectic state of your life now on a temporary pause you had thinking time to actually consider said life. And during this thinking time a thought occurred to you, a firm one, a strong one, one that you felt was irrevocably and undeniably correct when analyzing your existence... ... you had gone through a LOT of shit recently. Getting batted around by Planimal monster things, getting gnawed on by Timberwolves, battling it out with a pair of cocka-whatevers, causing permanent hearing-loss to a Diamond Dog... frankly you weren't even sure you'd gotten to it all in your thinking time you'd gone through so much crazy shit in... what, three days? Maybe four? Whatever the amount there was more threats to your life packed into those few days than in pretty much every other year you'd been alive, which was really bucking crazy when you thought about it.

And you'd met some interesting ponies and a zebra... reconnected with the prissy bitch from your past who you... kinda sorta feel some sort of sympathy towards now? ... Kinda? Whatever. A zebra, who would be absolutely perfect if she wasn't so bucking paranoid... Seriously, saved your life, hot flank, great body, really smart, but bucking paranoid and jealous as all get out... ... really needed to think of a way to deal with that. You'd met Rarity, who you simultaneously wanted to bone and like, but also didn't like and thought was annoying, and you really were having a difficult time actually figuring out how you felt about her. Once again, whatever.

The point was that between the fights, and social shit, any pony would have more than enough on their plate. But in addition to all that, you got to deal with possibly the weirdest bucking thing that had ever happened to anypony. Random crap growing out of your body. Seriously! You thought getting your Cutie Mark was a big change? Oh no. Puberty? Bitch please. The real hard changes all came when you took a trot in the Everfree at the piss-poor point of your life, apparently, via a mysterious disease infection bless cure thing that turned you into a BUCKING VAMPONY!!! ... ... A vampony, of all the bucking monsters to pick from, the ones who were in those bucking Dusklight novels? Really?

Of course WERE you a vampony? Some of the shit that'd happened recently didn't exactly match up with the classical definition of vampony transformation. Like you growing a horn, yeah vamponies drank blood but you never heard of them getting the powers of the ponies they drained that shit was new. And the Everfree bucking whispering in your ears and telling you where to find shit? Useful as a mare's gash sure, but what the BUCK did that actually have to do with night-wandering immortal blood-suckers who liked to stalk and seduce young mares with hypno-eyes and weird bucking accents? And how the buck did mares get off on fangs entering their neck? Really? Who ACTUALLY thought that being pierced through one of the most vital parts of your body would be an enjoyable experience?

Wait... night-wandering blood-suckers... ... NIGHT-wandering... ... That... that could be it actually... ... There were some legends, stories, old ones of course, that had Nightmare Moon as the... 'mother' of vamponies, for lack of a better word. Some shit about having her personal bodyguards, the Night Terrors, who secretly knew that Princess Luna had become Nightmare Moon before her big reveal during her confrontation with Celestia, drink of her blood during the rebellion to enhance their power or some crap like that. And you were pretty certain by now that the Everfree Castle had been the castle of the Two Royal Pony Sisters in ancient times. And you'd been hit by a creepy glow thingy in there before all this shit started... ... Oh it was so bucking OBVIOUS!!!

Yes you were a vampony, but not just any vampony. You were a VAMPONY PRINCE!!! Selected by the remnants of Nightmare Moon's spirit, gifted with her body mutation powers and befriended by the Everfree that still bore her dark touch within it's forests, chosen and gifted with great power so that you might overcome Celestia and plunge the world into eternal night! ... It was so obvious in retrospect.

But this overcoming Celestia thing... did that have to be about killing her, or could you maybe, oh... seduce her and maker her your harem slave? That was an option right, as long as she wasn't, like, a ruler anymore? Because frankly that seemed to be the kind of rout your powers were taking recently here, and the Night Terrors were known to be real smooth talkers, despite the whole fangs and drinking blood thing. The hypno-eyes probably helped.

In any case it was something to think about. Something that you were kind of glad you actually had time to think about in this in-between zone. After all, while you were awake you'd been thrown like a ragdoll from one disaster to another without any real time to relax... When you achieved consciousness, you should probably try to do that. Relax. Relax and train your vampony powers to gain the strength to proceed on your unholy mission! ... ... Or get laid.

Seriously, you hadn't really plowed your zebra much at all with all the shit that had been going on. Just that first time pretty much and since then you hadn't really gotten to have any sexy times with her. You were still walking on eggshells with Trixie... you'd made progress but you hadn't really tried to get her in the sack yet, and then there was Rarity who you'd just met and had aims for, but really weren't in any position to use her for sexy times.

You could try to build your harem of mares up, become a sexy vampire prince... use your magical vampony love powers to seduce all the hot pieces of flank that wandered into the Everfree, and try to be discrete about it... or kinky. Kinkiness was a proper substitute for discretion right? Yeah, yeah it totally was. And then you could just sit back and enjoy what you'd already gotten, instead of running forward on some huge quest to bring about eternal darkness to Equestria... then again, there was something attractive about the idea of making Princess Celestia YOURS... ... it was something to think about... Possibly with your best friend out and enjoying the company of both your hooves...

So, you passed out like a pussy in front of that hot flank Rarity. Not going to be so easy to impress her now that she knows how much you suck.

But at the moment you should concentrate on getting out of the awkward situation of fainting in front of Rarity.

Tell her that the stress of last night must have caught up with you.

Okay, you fainted. Again. Just as Marshmallow showed up. AGAIN. Seriously, you need to stop doing that. It doesn't help. Well, assuming the world hasn't ended between now and you regaining conciousness ('though knowing your luck it just might) you may want to ask what you missed, and how long you were out.

But not now though, because you were apparently exiting out of the between realm into full consciousness, evidenced by your eyes fluttering open... to reveal the still muddied and dirtied floor. With multiple little books and baskets scattered on it, around you and on you by the feel of things. That was... not optimal. Bit more of a mess than there already was... Not exactly an improvement in the situation to say the least.

Oh and also you'd passed out... passed out right in front of Rarity. Again... ... Well BUCK. That was just BUCKING perfect. How the BUCK were you going to be a BUCKING tough guy if you kept BUCKING fainting in front of BUCKING hot mares? ... BUCK it.

You sighed out audibly, closing your eyes once more. Okay. Okay, you could salvage this. Just... Just say you were REALLY freaking tired. Yeah, you weren't fainting you were just dropping off to sleep, because you were so tired, and stressed, and you'd woken up early and been through a lot of shit. Yeah, that was it. Just say that. It was way less pathetic to fall asleep on your hooves from exhaustion than it was to faint in front of a mare. Totally different things.

And then there's Zecora coming out and finding you like this. She's definitely not going to be happy that you're spontaneously taking power naps. But perhaps you can play it off as being stress catching up to you from last night. You did say you haven't slept at all since then, right? I mean, you did wake up before everypony else for once.

Right then, there is really not a whole lot that can be said that wasn't last time. Rare would have called Zecora as her first reaction to your collapse, so you'll probably come too with your Zebra in full-on doctor mode. Which, while potentially hot, has been incredibly inconvienient to us in the past. So we need to assure her that we're hale, whole, hearty, and other, homely-sounding, terms for "healthy".

As an afterthought it might be good to inconspicuously inform Trixie that Zecora is paranoid and that she should watch your back in case she decides to sedate you again. This time she could seriously hurt you or Trixie in her paranoia.

Regardless, you're manes a mess, your hooves caked in dirt, and your coat probably smells. Maybe Rarity's right. You do need a bath. Perhaps she'd be willing to help you get cleaned up by the river. Her soft coat rubbing against your back. Her wet hair hanging down, draping lewdly over your shoulder while she nibbles on your ear. Her hooves massaging soap into your coat. Lower and lower...

Until your finally clean and you toss her away further into the river.

Because there's more important things to worry about. Like your new trench coat. You're going to look so bad ass in that thing all the mares are going to be lifting their tails at the mere sight of you. Probably some explosions in the background and a pair of shades that you pull from one of the pockets. Because that's how awesome you'll be.

Slightly self-reassured you opened your eyes again and caught a glance of your right forehoof laying on top of a book... and then proceeded to grimace. Ugh... still filthy. Coated in mud... you probably smelled bad to. Rarity wouldn't like that... maybe she'd help you bathe... or Zecora, she was more than eager to help with that herself... Though was that just when she was mad? It'd be nice to think she could do it when she was feeling nice to. Or frisky. But yeah, maybe Rarity? Use her cleanliness obsession to help with the excuse, could be an opportunity to get close to her. And then, she could get closer to see the sexiness she was going to put in a trench-coat... a trench coat that would make you a mare-seducing MACHINE, getting their slits wet with pure unrestrained sexy awesomeness and- ... Why didn't you ask for sunglasses? ... Should you get sunglasses? Did sunglasses go with trench coat and a fedora?

Well all that aside and whatever half-cocked bullshit story you came up with, you'd probably still get an earful of worry and aggravation from Zecora. She tended to overreact to little things like you fainting, or having an unidentifiable disease that caused you to sprout seemingly random mutations, which turned out to just be the possession of Nightmare Moon's spirit guiding you to bringing about eternal night and overthrowing Celestia's rule. Yeah, she could be a bit of worrywart if you were going to be honest. And you were still not entirely sure where you actually stood with her since the whole zapping her with a lightning bolt thing, you really hadn't had time to just sit down and talk with her and... ... ...

Wait a moment... ... Zecora was overly concerned for your health to the point of being paranoid, and Rarity was a neat freak that had been rendered literally speechless by the filthy state of the hut interior... why were you still laying in a pile of books and nick-knacks from Zecora's shelf? Surely one of them would have picked you up and either cleaned you off or moved you to the bed, or at least some cushioning on the floor? And hadn't something hit you before you fainted? ... Yeah... yeah something hit you and bodily threw you against the bookshelf so-

"Mmphf?"

... What was that noise? You cocked your head up a bit and let out an audible grunt of confusion, which seemed to get an almost immediate response.

"Hmph! Mwfter ate, idwat ue?!"

It was kind of loud, sort of aggravating, and annoyed you for some reason and... wait, was that Rarity? Why wasn't she speaking properly? You asked of yourself, as you blinked your eyes and turned your gaze over towards where the noise was originating from and... ... ... ... And saw Rarity, on her back, on the dirty floor a few feet from the lunch table, with her hooves all pointed up in the air, tied together with a coiled length of rope, what looked like a perfect rope bow made in the center.

Her mouth was covered by what looked like the pink cloth she'd used to hold her hat to her head earlier, tied back behind her head as an over-the-mouth gag. Though it was a little hard to tell as her hat had been placed over her mouth and face, brim blocking her vision and the bowl part of it resting over her muzzle. The ribbon that had been on it earlier was missing, you also noticed, and her saddle-bags were nowhere to be seen.

The mare wiggled a bit against her bindings, struggling a little and shaking her head a bit, probably trying to dislodge the hat and strangely failing. But in the process of doing so more noises, that were actually words spoken through an ultimately inefficient gag, came from her, and reached your ears.

"Mwfter ate! Elp! Quiffly! Ixie wook Zekorah!" She spoke out from behind her hat and the gag, eyes unseen and body twitching and... and this would probably be erotic if you weren't now trying to translate what she'd actually said... ... Something about ate? Slate maybe? And elp? Help? Ixie was obviously Trixie and... ... You blinked. ... ... 'Mister Slate! Help! Quickly! Trixie took Zecora!' ... ... ... ... Well buck... ... ... there went the calm. How exactly were you going to handle THIS?

Author's Notes:

Okay, I've been hiatus. I did not MEAN to go on hiatus, however looking back it's fairly obvious that that's what I was doing. You probably figured that out independently of my telling you. In any case I'm sorry for not actually telling you that that was what was happening. I apologize for that lack of information.

However I'm here now! And this is a post so hopefully it will kind of sort of make up for my absence maybe... Anyways I hope that it's enjoyed, and gives people stuffs to work with. Also, this is not a random decision, I figured that with the events that the Host has been through and performing this would happen, back before I went silent for too long, and depending on further choices you can find out why... or just solve it without curiosity... up to you really.