Rarity lounged on the throne of her castle, tapping her finely polished nails against the wooden arm of her throne. Calling it a ‘castle’ wasn’t entirely accurate, but it was suitably dramatic which was frankly far more important than accuracy.

The building itself was an old theater, erected for heavens know what purpose, but now falling to splinters from age and collateral damage. The elegant white wallpaper was peeling and tearing, giving way to exposed red brick, and what managed to stay on the walls was turning into a dingy gray, only saved from complete disgrace by the bold forest green accents along the molding.

Once upon a time, this place would have had any creature who set foot in it seeing stars, but in its present state it was little more than a ghost inhabiting a hollow shell; worthy of pity, if not outright mockery.

Perhaps the familiarity with that notion was why Rarity spent so much time here.

Rarity’s ‘throne’ was only such in title. Truth be told, she simply had an admittedly stylish wooden chair built into the old VIP box of the theater, so she could gaze upon the emptiness of the theater that had been ravaged by time, and she could wonder what it would have been like to sit here in the building’s glory days. What it might feel like to be a very important person.

The large double doors in the theater’s entryway creaked open, Rarity barely glancing in that direction. She would wait to react until whoever was barging in on her melancholy reflective time made themselves and their business known.

Honestly, very rude of whoever it was. Rarity needed all the reflective time she could get considering she couldn’t see her physical reflection.

Rarity laughed softly under her breath at her own joke. Vampire jokes never got old to her… and neither did she! That was another vampire joke; Rarity had quite a fondness for them.

“Lady Rarity?” the tender voice of Rarity’s confidante Coco Pommel echoed even in its timidity through the vacant theater. “Are you here?”

Rarity disappeared into a cloud of mist, and reappeared behind Coco, the younger vampire yelping in surprise as Rarity wrapped her arms around Coco’s waist, and quickly brought one hand up to her chest as Rarity sunk her teeth into Coco’s soft neck.

“Coco,” Rarity whispered, and she utterly delighted in the trembling, pleading whimper that Coco made in response, “how can I help you, my darling?”

Coco didn’t respond immediately, her body still quivering in Rarity’s embrace, with only the thin fabric of a cool blue tanktop and short black pencil skirt standing between Rarity’s hands and Coco’s fur and flesh. Frankly, Rarity had half a mind to tear those clothes off Coco’s body right here and now, but if Coco was interrupting Rarity’s melancholic reflective time, then she likely had some important news.

“Coco,” Rarity removed her hands and took a step back, speaking firmly to help jar Coco back to reality.

“Uh, I’m sorry! Lady Rarity!” Coco quickly turned to face Rarity and bowed her head. “You startled me—or, er, rather, I was startled! Not to imply that you did anything wr—”

Rarity reached around and squeezed Coco’s ass, the sweet little thing squeaking in surprise but otherwise being silenced by the gesture.

“You apologize too much,” Rarity said flatly and crossed her arms. “Now, why are you here? You must have something important to say if you’re barging into my castle unannounced.”

“Oh, r-right,” Coco cleared her throat and drew herself up, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to look Rarity in the eye.

That certainly wouldn’t do, so Rarity put her hand underneath Coco’s chin and tilted her head up, locking eyes with the young vampire and seeing the lust swell within them as Rarity licked her lips.

“Now darling,” Rarity whispered, almost a breathless hiss in Coco’s ear, “you were saying?”

“Um, I got some news from the graveyard,” Coco said, and Rarity immediately lost interest— which was plain to see in the way her smile turned into a bemused frown— but she still feigned curiosity as much as she could for Coco’s sake.

The truth was, anything outside the Paradise was of little consequence to Rarity. Even the gates of Paradise themselves, which were essential to keeping the riffraff out of Rarity’s hamlet, the inner workings of them would have been completely uninteresting to her if she didn’t have a personal affection for the three women who were stationed there.

“And?” Rarity asked listlessly. Coco had her attention already and it wouldn’t do to be impolite, but Rarity was already checked out of this conversation.

“A live pony soul has been discovered in the graveyard, Lady Rarity,” Coco said.

And now Rarity was checked back in.

Her eyes widened as they flickered with recognition, and the tiniest of smiles inched across her face, one of her fangs dipping over her bottom lip as she got excited about the possibilities.

“I see,” Rarity said reservedly.

She took a small breath and centered herself. No sense putting the cart before the horse, as it were; Rarity trusted Coco’s judgment and her information sources, so she had no reason to doubt Coco’s claims, but a pony soul in the wild wasn’t the same as a pony soul in Rarity’s hands.

“Thank you for informing me, Coco,” Rarity began to pace back and forward, tail swishing behind her and fingers up to her lips. Rarity didn’t want to count her gems before they were in her basket, but if she could capitalize on this opportunity, this could be huge for her.

Perhaps she might even be able to return home to the Fifth Circle…

But again, no sense getting ahead of herself.

“Do you know what you want to do, Lady Rarity?” Coco asked, and Rarity nodded with a bleak chuckle.

“I certainly do,” Rarity hummed. “I may just be able to get two things I want with one move, if I play my cards right.”

Rarity fired off a small spark of blue magic from her horn, summoning a full-body mirror in front of her. With another crack of magic, a visage of Rarity’s reflection could be seen in the mirror. It was true she couldn’t naturally see herself in reflective surfaces, but she would be damned if she couldn’t find a way to look at herself and make sure she was as beautiful as possible at all times.

And she sure was looking the part right now; she was clad in a striking red sling suit that flattered her gorgeous figure and put as much of it on display as possible. Her body was her finest weapon after all, so she may as well get the most out of it.

She also donned knee-high shiny black boots, but nothing more at the moment. Something was still missing. What she required was a crimson cape, and after she effortlessly produced it with another quick spark of magic, her look was complete and breathtaking.

Breathtaking enough to snare her prey? Only time could tell.

“Hold down the fort for me, Coco,” Rarity ran a hand through her luxurious mane, teasing Coco with her tail as she walked past, “I’m going out.”

“You’re going to go after the soul on your own?” Coco asked incredulously, and Rarity laughed softly at her ignorance. “You know, I could go inste—”

“Perish the thought,” Rarity batted her hand dismissively. “I would never dirty my own hands unless I absolutely needed to. I’m a queen after all, I have servants to do my bidding for me.

“No, Coco, instead I’m going to pay a long overdue visit,” Rarity smiled and licked her lips at the thought of her prey’s disgusting fantastic body, her muscles writhing in Rarity’s embrace as she sunk her teeth into the wolf’s pretty neck, “to our dear friend Applejack.”

i couldn't resist having vampire rarity dressed as vampirella like in that one comic cover, it was just too perfect

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