"Don't know why, but you remind me of one'a my cousins."

Braeburn, of course, woke up just before dawn, just like any farmer. Awake and up, and boy was he up. I clenched down on his length inside me, squeezing his shaft.

It wasn't strange to wake up in the bed of a married couple, but when one was technically my cousin and the other was a former special somepony made it a little stranger. That Braeburn apparently had no trouble mounting somepony he thought reminded him of a cousin in pre-dawn light just highlighted how odd the Apple family could be.

Focusing my attention to my voice I made sure to avoid any of my usual vocal patterns. "You do this with all your cousins? Or just ponies that remind you of them?" Being a siren meant I had to act—which meant I couldn't afford to be McIntosh Apple in any way.

"If'n they asked nice. Nothing against ya, but ya got too many wings for any of my cousins." He shifted his hips, and I felt his shaft move inside me. He had been an energetic lover, if not particularly inventive.

Stretching my wings out, I gave them a little flap before just letting them lay on the bed. The first new hump caused me to gasp, then another had me groan. Braeburn was a big stallion where it counted, and when he plowed your field you knew you were being plowed.

"What's that? Cuz? Ain't got no words for me now? Yous was all silver tongued a second ago." He punctuated every third word with a shove into me.

It might have been true that I had trouble getting words out while he rutted me, but I was also too busy eating. Braeburn was so focused on me, on adoring me, that he seemed oblivious to his new bride snuggled up to Glamour Trot's penis.

Another thrust and another bite. Diverting Braeburn to adore me like he adored Marble Pie had taken some effort, but the reward was how he tasted. I arched my tail back as far as I could while he pounded me, and when it came, the feel of his hot release in my bowels made me squirm in hedonistic glee.

I felt power stir in the bed beside me, and looked over at Glamour just in time to see him boop Marble on the nose. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Just making sure this will wear off. Much as I'd love to fit a collar to this filly and let her live attached to my dick for the rest of her life, I don't think I'd be able to break up what these two have." Glamour reached over and booped Braeburn, too.

With Braeburn on top of me—and inside me—I felt the tingle of magic through his aura. He slumped to the bed beside me, breathing deeply.

Shimmying forward, I let out a deep groan as Braeburn came out hooflength by hooflength. My legs almost folded under me when his flared head came free, but I managed to stumble only a little as I climbed off the bed. "Just sleeping?"

"This was their fantasy. They obviously role-played it together, taking turns being the mysterious stranger for the other." Glamour Trot sighed and ran his hoof along Marble's cheek. "Their adoration for us will be aimed back at each other."

"With some new kinks," I said.

Glamour laughed. "Of course! I'm sure your colt there will take every opportunity to drill his mare's ass, and she's going to suck him so much she'll take the color off his rod."

I snorted a laugh and followed Glamour Trot to the door. False dawn lit up a sliver of the horizon just above Braeburn's apple trees, which reminded me of the farm days I'd left behind. Then the sun rose—like it always did—in one quick rush. I took a step to follow Glamour, and was reminded how small my body was compared to Braeburn's shaft. "She'll only polish that if she can open her mouth like a snake."

It was Glamour's turn to laugh. "You didn't see her last night. She might not talk much, but that mare knows how to use her mouth."

"Yeah I—" I'd been looking around, casually taking in the sight of the grown town of Appleloosa, when I spied something that brought back a shot of nostalgia—the Appleloosa Library. I hadn't been a big reader until Princess Twilight Sparkle moved to Ponyville. Farming had been my life, but then a cheery and excited purple mare had invited me into her library—her home—to read.

Memories fluttered through my head. Evenings—after all the work was done for the day—spent curled up in her library. We didn't talk until after we finished our books. She'd ask me what I'd like, and I'd ask her about her own book. I knew she was reading something naughty when she blushed. I could almost taste her adoration for books, even in my memories, and shuddered in place.

"Are you alright, Sure Beat?" Glamour asked.

The name was new to me, but not so new as I didn't realize it was mine now. Sure Beat, a reference to my wings and music. "Yeah, just remembering a mare." I looked at the library still. The building was modern, made from wood, and had encouraging posters in the windows.

Glamour gasped dramatically. "A mare? Oh gosh, Sure. Where have I heard that one before?" He stopped and lifted his hoof to his chin in thought. "Why is it never about a stallion?"

"She was a princess." The words escaped my throat without my intent, but having said them I didn't regret it. Ruffling my wings, I found my hooves taking me toward the library.

"If you sing a pony song about this, I'm leaving." Glamour's tone was mock-serious, but I knew he preferred to be in control of such things. "I'm serious. No songs!" He broke into a laugh.

"I'm not going to sing about it. She was just—special."

"She was a princess? There's only been, what, six lately? You either just blushed because the Princess of Love spurned you, or Princess Twilight Sparkle put a spell on you." Leaning against me, Glamour Trot sighted along my head. "Library. That means Princess of Books. You know we made a delivery to her? When she took over that ghastly castle and had lost her old library, libraries all over Equestria sent books to her."

The story was curious, but not as curious as seeing a stallion trot up to the front door of the library and open it. I found myself walking toward the library, my ears perked and focused for any hint of sound from within.

"Sure Beat?" Glamour's voice sounded miles away. "Mac!"

My actual name, shortened as it was, finally got my attention. I turned to look back at Glamour. "Ah just want to spend the morning relaxing." In my introspective state I'd accidentally used my old voice. I cleared my throat. "Can you tell Feather where I'll be in case he needs me?"

"You're actually doing something without asking permission or being told? Good on you, brother. He might be our master, but Feather expects us to have interests." Turning around, Glamour Trot lifted his chin and looked around. "Ah, there they are. I'll see you, Sure Beat." And with that he did like his namesake.

I turned my attention back on the library and entered it. Inside was the usual setup: rows of shelving, soft couches, and a stallion standing at the counter. He had all the hallmarks of a librarian. "Hi there," I said, keeping to my Sure Beat self. "Do I need a card to read books here?"

Deep blue eyes looked up at me from beneath a serious brow. Brown fur, black mane and tail, and a horn proud on his head was the exact image of librarians all over Equestria—except for one purple alicorn. "No. If you plan to read in the library you can just find something you like." His eyes roamed for a fraction of a second before snapping back—he checked me out. "Would you like something specific?"

"Well, don't let these wings fool you, I'm quite the reader. I'd be happy with something you could suggest. Maybe a grimoire or bestiary? I love keeping abreast of the latest monsters discovered, comes in handy on the road." I decided to return the favor, and let my eyes slide down to the bench. He was typical for his kind, lacking the grand musculature of an earth pony and the upper-back development of a pegasus. Unicorns were delightful to play with, but they lacked stamina.

Something about the librarian called to my siren-self. He wanted something very badly, and I could fit the bill. He gestured to the book cart beside him. "We have the latest bestiary in. Twilight Sparkle's Surprising Suspects. I-It's the latest and most comprehensive."

When he levitated a thick book up and over to the counter, I stepped a bit closer to look at it—and him. "Any new additions? Anything particularly exciting you might suggest I investigate?" I brought my voice low, as if by speaking normally I might summon whatever nasty things Princess Twilight wrote about.

He licked his lips. "Sh-She added a—"

"Wait. Maybe we should talk about this somewhere foals wouldn't hear? Perhaps even lock the door while you read from such a disturbing tome?" I lifted just one eyebrow.

His horn energized and I heard the door lock—I didn't bother to look. He turned and—picking up the book, gestured to a room. "This is a private reading room. We won't be interrupted."

With him still looking at me I made sure to look at the door now, then back to him, and then I licked my lips. "So what is in there?" I asked.

He yelped—actually yelped—and trotted into the room. "W-Well, there is this strange creature she calls a vampony." He gulped. "A-And it drinks a pony's bloo—"

I cut him off by closing the door loudly. "A vampony you say? I think I know of them. Beautiful to a fault, mysterious, often either a new stranger in town, or somepony who has lived there for generations."

He nodded and quickly turned to face me.

I watched his throat move as he gulped. "The sunlight thing is not always right, but did it say anything about mind-control?"

His eyes flew wide as saucers, and I could hear his heart start pounding away. "M-M-Mind-control. Y-Y-Yes! But I thought the sun—"

"A master vampony need not fear the sun, but his gaze could ensnare a pony with a simple look. I bet such a vampony could make anypony do just about anything they wanted." I stepped into his personal space, then another step so that our snouts were almost touching. "Turn around."

He just stared at me, like the prey he felt himself to be before a vampony—the truth wasn't far off the mark. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," I said. "Somepony with some backbone. I'll need to use my full power." I cleared my throat and flexed my siren magic just enough to read him like a book—he was so pent up it hurt. "Tell me your name."

"B-B-But a pony's name is power in the mouth—"

"Tell me your name!" I said.

"Dewey!"

"Dewey. Oh. Such a beautiful name. But I have it now. A name freely given to a vampony puts the speaker under their power. Tell me this is so, Dewey. Tell me you are under my sway." I spent not a drop of my precious essence actually affecting his mind—that would be wrong.

Dewey nodded slowly. "Y-Yes, Master. I'm under your—your sway."

I could smell him now. A stallion always gains a certain note to his scent when aroused. He smelled of need. "Dewey, lower yourself to the floor. Put your belly on the ground before me and tell me how good a pet you'll be."

Lacking my old stature made this less than ideal—there was nothing better than a huge stallion towering over you to make you submissive. Nonetheless, Dewey folded his legs slowly. "I-I would do anything my master wishes. I would be everything he needs. Please, Master, tell me what you wish of me."

Unicorns were tricky in one regard: they have horns. I stepped forward, one of my wings reached out for him to tilt his head to the side just enough that he wouldn't impale me. "You are my pet, Dewey. By your name I bind you, by your lips I own you. Suck."

"Yes, Mast—" His words cut short by him opening his mouth for me. I shoved forward, eager as always, but I didn't try for his throat. Dewey didn't seem the kind to be ready for all of me. "Suck now, pet. Take your master and drink his seed." And like that, despite his skittishness at first, Dewey proved himself to be good at sucking dick.

I wasn't hungry, and he wasn't worked up to full adoration, but sometimes a blowjob is just a blowjob. Rocking my hips slowly, I set the pace of his work and, when the time came, I didn't hold back at all.

Fluffing my wings out, I gave them a few little flaps of excitement. I dipped my head down and ran my tongue under his tail to get a taste of Dewey's musk. "Mmm. Mine now."

Underneath me, Dewey was struggling to get all of my seed down. He whined softly after I was done in what I could only imagine was need. I opened my siren powers a sliver—he wanted more.

"On the table. On your back," I said. I used my wings to shift the book from the table. I looked around and found what I wanted—ink. While Dewey struggled to get to his hooves and onto the table, I collected the inkwell and dipped one of my lesser primary feathers into it—just the tip of course. "Now I will mark you as mine and take of your essence. Surrender yourself, Dewey."

By the time I looked he was on his back on the table, legs folded up to his belly in the cutest impression of a puppy I'd ever seen. Of course, innocent he was not. Between his back legs was a stiff shaft, not as big as Braeburn's, but plenty for a cute stallion.

I walked along the edge of the table and used my inked feather to paint meaningless runes on it. I'd read enough of Twilight's books to know they were meaningless, at least. "With each symbol I bind you, Dewey. With each mark I control you, Dewey. With each drop of ink I secure you as my pet and own you." By the time I'd circled the table and gotten back to his offered belly, I reached my feather up and drew a pattern across his balls in black ink. "Mine."

"Y-Yours, Master."

I leaned over Dewey's back legs and used my clean feathers to lift his shaft away from his belly. Again I checked with my siren senses, and again I felt a pony aching for more of what was happening. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips.

A thump heralded Dewey's head leaning back and hitting the table. He still squirmed, so I knew he hadn't knocked himself out. As I started to return the favor he'd given me minutes ago, I heard him start to moan and whimper. These were the sounds of a very happy pony getting what he wanted—such was its own kind of music.

He tasted slightly salty already, but that could have been the sweat of excitement. I used my wings to secure his rear from squirming too much while I continued to work my tongue around his shaft. Unlike Dewey's earlier efforts, I'd been practicing my style to the point where I could (and did) slide my lips down his shaft, suck his medial ring, then work my nose all the way down until it couched at the sensitive piece of skin between his penis and his belly.

I kissed Dewey's sheath, vibrated my throat a little and pulled up his length again. Dewey was crying out in passion, the odd master and please coming from him when he managed to get a word out at all. I serviced his shaft not only how I'd been trained, but with real enjoyment. There was something enjoyable about a pony having fun that made me more excited to hear his voice.

I sped up, claiming his shaft faster, restricting my lips to the length of skin between his medial ring and his sheath, and kissing the soft skin at the base of his penis with each stroke. I felt when Dewey's muscles tensed, felt when he struggled to hold onto his climax. I let go of his hip with the wing that had the inked feather and stretched it up to his nose and marked his snout with black ink.

All his muscles tensed further and I felt the moment meet him where he couldn't hold back. The taste of him was nothing new. I'd been with many stallions, and each of them tasted much the same. Location and diet were the only things that changed their taste, and then only slightly.

Dewey tasted of excitement, as all stallions do at this exact moment of their lives. I slurped and sucked on him still, even worked my tongue along the underside of his shaft while he made yet more happy sounds.

Rope after rope shot down my throat. I worked at him until I was sure he had not a drop left for me. Slowly, luxuriating in the feel and taste of Dewey, I drew off his shaft and tilted my head to look along his body toward his head.

"Y-You're not a vampony, are you?" he asked, his barrel working for breath.

"I'm whatever you want me to be. Any more big-bads in that book you'd like? Maybe a incupony? A siren?" I watched him nod vaguely as I spoke.

Worry, panic, and confusion warred for a moment and settled into a relaxed smile. "You've read that book."

It wasn't a question, but I nodded. "I met the writer. I've even sat in her library and read books with her—though not quite as energetically as this."

"W-What about a timber wolf?"

I thought about it for a moment. "A big beast that claims a pony's mouth as the home for its new seed of life? I think I can manage that. There's going to be growling."

"Awesome!"

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