Zecora walked out of the patient’s room, a grim look on her face, her jewelry glinting in the soft light. Most hospitals have harsh, unnatural lighting, but Zecora had specifically requested the lights be dimmed, as was her preference. She was used to working in the natural light of the jungle or forest, not the painful, unnatural fluorescent glare. She had a saddlebag with tons of potions in gourds, glasses and assortment of powders and herbs. The herbalist looked unusually grim, she usually wasn’t this solemn, but her face was expressing both helplessness and frustration, two emotions that Twilight had never seen on the usually confident zebra. Nurse Redheart followed the zebra out a moment later, her expression equally as estranged. The nurse looked to the zebra, new and old medicine beside each other. Zecora practiced Alchemy and Nurse Redheart practiced Medical Science. Despite that, two totally different views on healing, both looked at the unicorn and alicorn with graven expressions.

The Nurse began. “You have solved the poison problem…” She faded off.

Seamus knew it was coming, so he just said it. “ ‘But’?”

“But while he had the poison in his system, it ate away a large portion of his fibrous muscle tissue. He can barely move without exhausting himself and his heart keeps him from doing anything for long.”

“So Sky had next to no muscle in his body?” He asked, panic showing in his eyes.

“Well… It’s there, but it is, for all sakes and purposes, useless.”

“Can he get better!? Is it fixable?!” Seamus leapt up and grabbed the mare by her crisp white lab coat.

“Yes, he just needs to slowly increase the amount of exercise he does every day. Eventually he will be healthy again., but for now he just needs to not get out of  bed.” She pushed the alicorn away.

“Can I see him?” He asked desperately, guilt plain on his mare-ish face.

“Just don’t make him get up.” She replied, Seamus was already pushing past her.

He ran by them and into the comfortable room. Sky was in bed, even paler than usual under his already faded cyan coat.  He had his large wings resting at his sides and his front hooves on a thickly bound book, which lay, unread in his lap. Seamus leapt up onto the bed, scaring the other colt so badly he threw the book at his friend. Seamus dodged swiftly to the side, avoiding the massive book by a feathers-breadth, which flew back to hit the darkly painted wall. The alicorn smiled and turned to Sky, who was nervously grinning himself, slightly guilty.  Seamus crawled up  to his partner, his secret crush. The alicorn tucked himself in beside the pegasus, scooting closer to under the covers.  

“ Sky.” He whispered, it was all he needed to say.

The pegasus wrapped his forelegs around him, burying his face in the soft nape of his partner’s neck. He then planted a gentle kiss right over the alicorn’s artery, gently brushing his tongue over his pulse, which pounded just beneath his skin, rhythmic and soothing. He released the alicorn with tears in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Sea.” Sky whispered. “I just wanted to see you again.”

This time Seamus grabbed his friend and planted a kiss on his cheek, his own cheeks turning a deeper shade of scarlet under his coat. He held onto the contact for a moment, but then released to look into his friend’s eyes.

“Don’t be sorry. I should have known that Melody would try to kill you.” He could barely hold back the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. “I just… wanted to try something.”

Seamus smiled and felt is heart give a twinge. His wings were in the air, he couldn’t wait for his friend to make the move, to perform the simple act of letting go. To let his passion loose and abandon his pride, to give into his urge, the unspeakably powerful need to relieve the fire in between his legs. It was killing him, every brush of wind, every slight brush of fur and every shift was like an explosion of euphoric, orgasmic pleasure. He started to slide his forelegs lower, off Sky’s shoulders and down his back. Sky saw the look in Seamus’ eyes. They were half-closed, his amethyst irises glinting softly. He ran his hooves over the pegasi’s waist, pulling him in closer. Their stomachs touched.

Sky pulled away, his electric navy eyes widening.  “Sea, I’m not sure this is safe! My heart won’t be able to take it!”

Seamus wanted to cry in frustration. “Sky… please. I’ve been waiting three years. I haven’t done anything to myself in that entire time. If I don’t do something soon I’m afraid I might lose control.”

“Sea, I swear… in a week Zecora said I could leave the hospital. Then, I swear. I don’t care what is going on, on this day next weak we will fulfill our promises to each other.”

“Okay… can we kiss? I’ve always wanted to kiss you. Full on the lips, too. Not a little peck… but a long kiss with tongue and everything.” He said, already leaning closer.

Sky nodded. That much he could do. He leaned close, brushing his mane back out of his mare-ish face. Seamus put his hooves behind  his soon to be lover’s head, pulling him closer. The alicorn parted his lips to let the other colt in. The first contact was like a shot of adrenaline, Sky’s lips were softer than velvet or silk, smoother then olive oil with twice the taste. Sky let is tongue part his friend’s lips, slowly, apprehensively exploring his friend’s mouth. It tasted like cinnamon, with the faintest trace of ginger. Seamus had his eyes closed, holding as still as possible to let Sky do as he wished. The pegasus suddenly contacted the alicorn’s tongue.

Sky backed away, nervous. At first he avoided the other colt in an awkward dance around his mouth, each colt trying their best to avoid each other, like two animals shyly regarding each other. Just then, Seamus smiled and slid his tongue over his partner’s playfully, like a kitten goading another into play. Sky was still unsure… he avoided his friend, wondering what to do. Seamus took control, much to the pegasi’s relief. Seamus pulled Sky in with his lips, inviting the other colt farther into his mouth. Sky felt his friend’s other hoof trailing over his neck, petting him, prompting him relax.

Seamus let his teeth pull his friend even deeper into him, he felt his friend’s tongue tracing his tonsils now. He let his tongue slide under Sky’s, brushing the extremely sensitive tissue gently. Sky let his hoof caress his partner’s cheek and his other run through his silky mane. A small gasp escaped  the pegasus, minty breathe brushing his partner’s mane back. Seamus let a moan slip out, furthering his partner’s excitement. At last Sky pulled away, a small strand of saliva still trailing between them.

“Wow…” Sky gasped. “That was… was…”

“Do you want to do it again?” Seamus smiled.

“Do you even have to ask?”

The two met in a tangle of limbs, which resolved itself when Seamus pushed him over and  shoved his tongue into the other colt’s mouth, a small rivulet of saliva breaking from them and running down Sky’s cheek.  Sky swallowed his partner’s tongue, letting it explore his mouth freely. His lips tasted of mint, but his breathe smelled of pine. Seamus giggled ecstatically, this was a perfect moment.

Celestia walked in. The two stopped. They looked at the princess, then at each other. This was going to be very, very hard to explain.

Luna strode down the  dungeon corridor, her mane billowing in nonexistent wind.  Her eyes shone unnaturally in the half-light.. She had heard the screams of a mare in the throes of agony, so she had come to see the source of the commotion was. She strode at a leisurely pace, not hurried at all, even though the awful screeches nearly perforated her eardrums. She had a solemn expression, not interested in the screaming, but still saddened by what she heard. Yet she made no attempt to hurry, she just walked along as if nothing was wrong. Finally, the screams stopped.

That is when she broke into a canter, and nearly ran right into Jakben. He was stunned momentarily, all she needed to give a simple flick of her horn to trap him in a box of blue-green magic, giving him pause and causing him to think fast. She looked at him in rage, he looked at her in curiosity.

“Well, what are you doing in such a place, Princess?” He smile at her charmingly.

She conjured an extremely ornate, highly polished silver spike. He paled at the weapon, it glittered beautifully in the torchlight, reflecting his terrified face in the polished metal. He knew that he needed to either pull a fast one or be killed, so he grinned at her, trying to pull the same trick he had pulled on Rainbow.

“So, you have me caged. What do you want to do with me now, Miss?” He sat down on the cold stone floor, trying to trick her with his deceptive charm. “I’m at your…” He licked his lips, lowering his eyelids. “Service.”

She smiled herself, not at his advances but at her own amusement. “Oh, stop it you.” She waved a hoof at him, blushing. “You flatter me with your offer.”

He snickered, he had her. “Well I just wanted to-”

A disgusting, spine chilling,  fleshy splash resonated off the walls. Jakben looked down at himself in horror and disbelief, he was impaled through his chest, straight through his heart. Luna laughed at him.

“Did you honestly believe me that daft as to trust you?!” She guffawed. “I’m over two-thousand years old! You stood no chance form the start!”

She dropped the barrier now, allowing him to move in his last moments of life.

“Any last words?” She said, returning to her usual unimpressed tone.

He  dragged himself over to the cell, over to Rainbow Dash. Luna went to stop him, but she was too late. He sunk his fangs into the already bleeding pegasus, who lay on the cell floor, her eyes open, but she wasn’t breathing. Her side was ripped from her ribs to her hips from his hooves and her wings hung from her by strands of wasted muscle. Luna had not noticed her until now and wanted to scream, but the look in the pegasi’s eyes stopped her. It was apologetic, like she had done something wrong. They moved, confirming that she was indeed still alive. She suddenly caught onto what Jakben was doing and knew that it was too late.

It was his dieing act to leave his mark, his legacy on the world, and Rainbow would do nicely. He released her, specks of gore hanging form his serrated fangs. He looked her in the eyes and began to speak, like he was reciting lines he had once heard before, like he had heard those same words being spoken to him once, long, long ago by somepony in the same position.

“Look at me and listen well, little foal, as I cannot repeat myself. Remember this, as it will define the rest of your life. You’re soon to join the ranks of vampires, creatures of the night, matched in power by none. Find a source of feed, as I have with Melody, and you shall live forever. Remember this, you must feed off the blood of your own race, as much as it will pain you. You are alone, you must walk the night forever, doomed to watch any friends you have pass, die and fade into dust in the sands of time, while you walk on, condemned to walk this earth for the rest of infinity. Welcome, little foal, to eternity.”

His tone changed now, his demeanor mocking, aiming to do nothing more than to infuriate her. “I enjoyed it, raping you. Destroying your innocence. I loved deceiving you and lying to gain your trust, just to destroy it. I loved violating you in every shape and way, and now I damn you to my own endless torture. Bonsoiur, bitch. I’ll see you in Hell.”

His head hit the ground in a hard knock, echoing off the walls. Rainbow had tears in her eyes. Her wounds stopped bleeding, her flesh was sealing, her cuts mending. Her strength returned slowly, allowing her to move away from the corpse of the vampire. Jakben still stared at her sightlessly, a small smile mocking her even in death.  Luna grabbed the vampire and closed his eyes, following the respectful gesture with a swift kick to his ribs, checking to see if he was merely feigning death. She gestured to the mare to leave the cell, but she crouched in the corner, traumatized. She was crying now.

Her tears were doing the strangest thing, once they dripped off her face they dissipated into smoke midair, not ever touching the floor. Luna strode over to the mare and laid a hoof on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. She stood up slowly,  her eyes hollow and glassy, unseeing. She was numb to the world. Her mind didn’t think and her ears didn’t hear anything around her. She didn’t want to hear, or see, or even breathe. She could refuse all of those actions now, but she would still live on. Luna sighed, she had seen this before in a lot of traumatized ponies. She was in shock and needed to get to a hospital, or a therapist.

Seamus pulled away form Sky, a long strand of saliva still trailing between them, causing them both to wipe their mouths and look at the shocked princess. Celestia just stood with her mouth wide open, her jaw nearly dislocated in shock.

“You… I… you two were….” She stuttered, dumbfounded.

Seamus knew he had to do a lot of explaining to do, especially with how she was reacting right now. He jumped off the bed and looked up at the princess with huge eyes, sticking out his bottom lip.

“Could you just let me explain?” He asked, still holding the adorable pose.

“You had better explain why I just saw you two trying to swallow each other!” She exclaimed, completely flabbergasted.

“I think you should talk first.” He said, wanting to know where he should start.

“When did this start?” She asked, eyeing Sky, who averted his face in embarrassment.

“Well… three years ago. When I met him I was just a year old and we  became great friends. Soon though we kind of became a little bit more. After that we decided that when we escaped we would be together if we could. So… that is the short story, if you want where’s and why’s then… I can’t answer that. I don’t know why I like him, but I do.”

“You are going to be a ruler of Equestria! The people will revolt if they figure out you’re… well, gay!” She exclaimed, her eyes still wide.

Seamus held up a hoof. “I’ll have you know that both of us have courted and been attracted to mares before, we’re both bi.”  He clarified. “And nopony has to know about this.”

“But everypony is going to figure this out,  or you will have to surround yourself with only the ponies you trust to keep the secret. Regardless, everypony will find out.” Celestia fired back. “And there is no such thing as bisexuality.” She sniffed. “You always have a preference or you’re mostly attracted to one or the other.”

Seamus was about to argue, but decided it wasn’t worth it. “Never mind. This is how it is, and you can’t stop it.”

“Yes I can! There is no way I can just let you just fornicate with another-”

“We have not had sex!” He screamed in fury. “I have too much respect for him.” He continued, his tone slightly calmer. “We will not, either. Even if we do, you will never catch wind of it, and neither is it any of yours or anypony else’s business. It’s my body. That seems to be lost on the world, but I have the right and the will to enforce it now. I will do as I wish with my own body and emotions.”

“No, I will not let you be with another colt.”

“But… I just…I… I really do like him. We spent years together, just talking. It’s just like you said, we got by, day by day just talking and laughing.”

“But it is wrong!” She protested.

Suddenly Sky leapt out lf bed, multiple sinewy snaps were heard from his brittle muscles. He jumped down and glided to a stop in front of the princess, wincing from the agonizing retort from his stiff limbs. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes, not just from the pain, but the emotional stress he was going through.

“I just want to say this. I love Sea, he won’t say it because he thinks it’ll just turn you off to the idea more, but… I do, I love the way he moves, the way his muscles flow under his maroon coat and how silky his mane is. I love how he’s always so assertive when it comes to me, but any other time he’s so shy It’s almost coy. I love how he’s so smart, but he refuses to say he is. I love him for his paintings of me we left in the North, the way he‘s so poetic and deep, the way he preens my feathers and the way his mouth tastes like cinnamon. I love the way he kisses me, the way he pets my mane sometimes and how he tells me everything will be okay. I love the way he talks, he tries to hide his accent, but he can’t really do it right. I love how gentle he is with me, how he can never take his eyes off me and how he loves me for my personality with all it‘s flaws included. I love him, and that’s that.”

Hey everypony! I love it when we get to these parts in the story when the tension starts to rise again.

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If you can’t get enough of Seamus, he’ll be in this fic by racerghost, the link is below if you want to check it out!

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8003695/1/Death_City

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