I sat on the couch, nervously rubbing my forehooves together as Octavia cleaned and sterilised the needle. She was being overly thorough, which pleased me more than I cared to admit after the bleach induced coma of our last attempt. She was also being very cautious and moving very slowly. I knew that if she so much as pricked herself too hard, the wound could be fatal. Her ichor would spill out faster than her body could heal.

As much as I trusted Octavia, the same sense of apprehension and fear was roaring through my mind. She’d proven that she could control herself around my blood, that much was certain, but even a moment's slip, a single instant, and I would be dead before I could so much as scream. There would always be a chance, and I very much doubted I would ever truly conquer my fears, but she’d proven herself once.

As if that wasn’t enough of an issue, I wasn’t a particularly big fan of needles either. That discomfort was compounded when I realised she had no training and no previous experience to work with. In fact, I suspected she hadn’t even known what a needle was before she found this one. What if she pushed too hard and hit bone? A major organ? What if this needle was too old and broke inside of me? What if that entered my heart? Would I die of internal bleeding?

As I went through my completely reasonable and acceptable panic attack, Octavia finished cleaning the needle itself and began reading up on how to properly insert the vial made to hold the extracted blood. Luckily for me, one of the books she brought back from the hospital had been a book about medical practices, and it included a section on needle use and maintenance. Why is that lucky if I’m scared of needles? Because I know she’d use it, book or not, and thus I felt much more comfortable since we had some sort of instructions.

The model we had was one I remember using before the great turning. It would pull out a small amount and drop it in the littles tubes that were pushed onto the back. According to the book it would only take a few seconds for each one.

She finally slotted it in and turned back to the book, reading whatever came next. As much as I wanted to throw the needle across the room, I would much rather have it prick my skin than take a knife to myself again instead. I read over her shoulder and saw that apparently there are eight ideal locations on the pony body for taking blood, and all of them are on our legs. I couldn’t help but feel relieved; if we rotated the point of entry, I probably wouldn’t take any permanent skin damage, and it would be much easier to hide the tiny hole. Or so I hoped anyway. If we drew blood once a week, would that be enough time to heal? Was that too often? I suppose it’d depend on the amount she’d take. Maybe we would find the answer in one of the other books Octavia managed to steal from the hospital.

“Okay Vinyl, the needle is sterilized and safe to use. The book tells me to clean the point of entry before I insert it. Please give me your left forehoof and try to relax. I will make sure to do this as safely and reasonably as possible.”

I hoofed it over as calmly as I could, but I think she realised I was still very uncomfortable. She brought my hoof to her snoot, carefully sniffing out a vein. I remember doctors used to make the veins glow bright blue to make the insertion easier, but the spell was ridiculously complicated. Most spells that deal with internal organs tend to be.

“Mhm, you smell delicious.” She murmured as her free hoof carefully turned and twisted my leg before gently pushing down, trying to pinch a vein. Eventually, she huffed and started licking my knee joint.

“That is definitely not how you clean the skin before you put the needle in!” I snapped, trying to jerk my leg away. She held it effortlessly, of course.

“I am aware of that, Vinyl. I am searching for the juiciest and, more importantly, the largest vein. It will be the easiest to prick. Please sit still and refrain from breaking my concentration. I know you are uncomfortable but I am trying to enjoy this moment.”

She continued licking my leg, slowly making her way up towards my chest. I felt my heartbeat pick up, and Octavia smiled victoriously. She gently wrapped her lips around my leg, sucking at the skin before biting down gently. I felt her fangs touch down, but they didn’t break the skin. She continued to lick up and down my leg as her eyes lifted to mine.

“Do you see now? I am in control of myself. You smell amazing, like the world’s best five course restaurant. I have missed this smell. It was tainted when you fell ill, like a diseased stag. I would still have eaten you if you died but your flesh would have been bitter, I think. Now though, I ache to taste your blood once more.”

She continued up my leg until her fangs brushed my shoulder, licking all the way, and my heartbeat continued to rise with her. Through the nervousness, I felt a spark of curiosity. She didn’t do this last time. What was her game? Was she really just finding a vein, or was there something else going on. My face was getting warm as she gently licked around my shoulder, until she reached the pit between my leg and body. I shuddered a bit, thinking about the sweat that had to be there. She slowly pulled her teeth through my fur, as if savouring the moisture she found there.

Then I heard her moan.

What the hell, is she getting off to this? We had officially dove into the weird pool.

“Um, Oc-”

She hummed, deep in her throat, and then jumped up at my face, holding me close and crushing her lips into my neck. I held still as I felt her suckle at my jugular, her whole body twitching. I felt myself panic, and my heartbeat shot into overdrive, which only made her cling harder. She nipped at my jaw, and I gasped as her fangs scratched along the surface of my skin, never once coming close to breaking through, but pinching in a way that almost made me sad when she pulled away with a small grin.

“Control. I have always enjoyed being in control. You will let me control you, will you not, my sweet musician?”

She gently nuzzled my neck before slowly licking her way back down my chest, towards my leg. She’d occasionally nip at my skin, never quite hurting me, and I felt a second shudder that had absolutely nothing to do with fear or disgust scuttle through me. My heart was still raging, beating out of control, and my breathing was suddenly laboured.

Then she stopped and pressed her ear up against my chest, and I heard a Vampony squee for the first time. “I can hear it. It beats for you, and it beats for me. It is so loud, like a drum.” She rubbed her face across my chest, never once breaking contact between her ear and my fur. Her breathing was husky and heavy. The air around us was perfumed with the scent of excitement and a very small hint of arousal swimming about.

Although I was still very nervous and confused, I couldn’t deny that I felt a small twinge of excitement as well. The nibbles felt good, pleasing, and they made my skin crawl in a very nice way. Having her body so close to mine, chilly though it was, felt right. It felt like something I had been missing for a very long time.

It was the sort of thing I thought lovers might do. Not just a one night stand, a quick romp and then a parting, but true lovers.

And at that moment I realised that as much as I had craved social interaction in the years after the turning, what I had truly desired was the loving touch of another. The touch of a friend, or a parent, or a partner. So as Octavia pressed her head to my chest, I gently lowered mine to her neck in a hug filled with the tender care for another that I had yearned for since I lost my family.

I don’t know if she felt the force of my emotion in that moment but for just an instant, she paused, and we stood together. I felt my heart begin to calm down at last as Octavia moved back to my leg, carefully listening at my knee joint. She pulled away a moment later before looking into my eyes; hers were filled with desire and hunger, but also with appreciation.

“So, are you satisfied that I have the ability to control myself yet? With the delicious aroma of your blood and the taste of your body, the temptation was there. And yet you remain uninjured.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I never said I didn’t trust you.”

She just gave me a flat look. “Quite. Lie down.” She said as she pushed me to my back before grabbing a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball. She cleaned my joint, being quite thorough and removing all of her spit and any other impurities, before picking up the needle and carefully pressing it up against where I assume she found the vein. The receptacle in the back was currently filled with a vial made for holding the blood, and she assured me that it would only flow since she’d secured one in place. It should stop as soon as she removed the first, although that meant she wanted more than one…

I took a deep breath and looked away from the needle, instead watching her face which was rapt with concentration. Hopefully it was concentrated on inserting the needle properly and not on what would happen after we finished that step. I felt the prick a moment later, and I saw her gaze change from concentrated to hungry. Her breathing picked up again, until I was almost scared she would start hyperventilating. It must be hard, seeing the most defining feature of your existence inches away and not being able to reach it. Much as I wanted to continue trusting her, the disturbing smile on her face and the manic look in her eyes, coupled with her very iffy control from earlier, was making me worried. I think she was fighting a mental battle to keep herself under control and as my blood leaked out, so too did her desire to fight leak out of her mind.

And yet, the first vial was filled and replaced with a second, there was no sudden fangs at my throat, knee, face or any other body part. I had originally suggested we just start with one dose, to see how it would affect me. She suggested we attach a tube to the needle and let her suck my blood out until I told her to stop. I tactfully reminded her that if we did that, there was no way she would listen, and she then asserted we’d do three vials. I caved because I’d remembered that as a foal they’d take three or four of them for testing. I doubt she’d be satisfied with only three vials, and as if reading my mind, she glanced back at her bag, which held a dozen more but was thankfully on her bed across the room.

She slowly calmed down as the second one filled, her deranged smile turning into the tiny one I was much more familiar with. It seemed hunger, although not really an emotion, sparked much more pronounced facial changes than actual emotions did. She swapped the third vial in and it looked like she was happy, plain and simple.

Finally, all three vials were filled. She carefully set the three of them in an ashtray, to stop them from rolling around on the table, and gently pulled the IV out. I hissed in pain as she shoved a cotton ball in its place and applied far too much pressure.

“I cannot allow even a drop to go to waste, my dear. Even though a very small amount will leak out here. Press down for me, I wish to focus on more important matters.” She said, pulling my free hoof over and pushing it down on the cotton ball.

I did so. It hurt, and my knee hurt, but it didn’t feel as though the needle had broken or that I had any damage because of what we’d done. I breathed a sigh, feeling relieved and a little light headed, probably a mix between the blood loss and the heavy scent of excitement and arousal in the air. The little control she did seem to have was slowly vanishing as her hunger and horninees reasserted themselves. Octavia must have been turned on by the blood, which didn’t help with my nerves at all. That or missing her sex toys was affecting her. In either case, her scent was flooding the room. It was completely overpowering and I felt my body begin to heat up as well. After all, an aroused mare attracts aroused stallions, which means the other mares in the area become targets as well. The herd instinct is very hard to resist.

I felt lethargic as my hoof floated down to my legs. The cotton ball fell away, but the blood had already clotted. I gently felt around my mare bits, not terribly enthusiastically, more like I was going through the motions because it was expected of me. I wasn’t usually one for a slow, relaxed pace, but tonight the pressure was off. I turned my gaze instead to Octavia, hoping she’d be in a relaxed mood, maybe even willing to help out. My mind stumbled as I thought of that, but not enough to break the trance I was in.

She looked much more vibrant right then, as if she’d brushed her coat and mane. Her gaze was not locked with mine, as I’d somewhat expected it would be, but instead she was focused on the vials on the table before her. Hunger and excitement shone in her eyes, and she took one as gently as a mother holding her foal. Her lips broke into a fang filled smile as she popped the cap off and breathed in deeply, savoring the coppery smell of blood.

My addled mind locked onto the fangs and started shooting warnings left and right. My fight or flight reflexes fought to take control, and within moments my head was cleared of its lusty haze, instead replaced by panic. I felt the need to run, to escape from the clear predator. My instincts were on overdrive because of the lust. I carefully began scooting backwards, away from Octavia, until I bumped up against the edge of the couch. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and I suddenly remembered exactly why I had left my guard up as Octavia’s head snapped around to my retreating form.

Instead of freezing and appealing to her docile side, I decided to jump off the couch, towards the door. This was stupid for three reasons. For one, even if I made it to the door, it was night out, and therefore Octavia could effortlessly hunt me down. Two, we were in a moving train, and jumping from the door had a fairly good chance of killing me. And three, one and two would never happen, because Octavia grabbed me in an instant and pinned me against the ground.

For just a second, I saw her neck tense, as if she was going to lunge for my neck. Instead, she shook her head and glared at me. “Do not” She hissed “try and get away right now. Do you even realise what frame of mind I am in? I am in control, but only barely. Should you try anything cute, I will not be able to approach your actions in a calm, reasonable manner. So sit down, shut up and allow me to savour this moment in peace.”

My fervent nodding got her to ease up on the glare. Then, her eyes lit up, and I knew she’d had an idea. An idea spawned by my actions. An idea invented by the mind of a Vampony who was sexually deprived (can one day really do this much?), hungry and blood drunk. I immediately decided I wanted no part in this idea.

“I won’t try to leave, I promise! I’ll be good. Whatever idea you just thought of can-”

She slapped one of her hind hooves across my lips, her lusty, maniac grin returning. “You seem tense, dear. What is the matter? We are on our honeymoon, after all. I know your education was spotty, but surely you are aware of what a honeymoon entails for a newlywed couple, are you not?”

I was panting again. She wanted to have sex, with me? Here? Now? In a train with, well actually the soundproofing was impeccable, and the smell would never reach the front cabin since both parts of the train were disconnected. If it could, I would never have let her take my blood. But there was no way she’d be able to resist biting me if she was already barely in control. We’d talked about this ages ago. I shook my head frantically, but she pressed on.

“Hush now with your refusal. You have avoided sex out of fear of death, not a lack of desire to participate. There is no need to worry; I can control myself. Have I not proven it to you already? I am much stronger willed than I was at our first meeting, and I will go slowly. Come, lay on the couch, on your back. And for the sake of your life, do not make me spill a drop of this succulent meal. I will be very displeased should that come to pass.”

I didn’t move from my spot on the floor.

She bared her fangs, but then instantly hid them. My eyes widened in surprise as she took a deep breath before turning back to me with a small frown.

“Vinyl, I will not hurt you. Your current goal is to find the coven of hidden ponies that still lives in this world. MY current goal is to make sure that the two of us escape the rest of the world that is searching for the same ponies, plus you. Both our goals will be much easier to accomplish if you no longer smell of virginity. In the past, it was a sign of an unusual Vampony who disliked sex. Not very believable but for whatever reason, no one acted on it. Now, it will be clear as day that you might be a pony, and someone will check. I want sex and drink. You have wanted sex for years but could not have it. This may not be the way you dreamed of losing your virginity, but I am a very skilled sexual fiend who will do my absolute best to make this first time pleasurable. I am in control of myself.”

I felt conflicted. On the one hoof, I had always wanted to have sex. Anyone who lived in a world like mine would want it. Granted, I’d never imagined having sex with a mare, a Vampony or on a train, but at this point two of those concerns were unrealistic. The problem was with Octavia’s mind. Could she control herself?

However, she had a point. If I went to Ponyville smelling like a virgin, I would be suspicious. With the knowledge that a pony is still alive, I had to do as much as possible to fit in, and that meant dropping that scent.

Octavia removed herself from me, instead securing a coffee table near the couch and placing her meal on it. I sat on one end, as far from her as possible, anticipation keeping my heart rate elevated. Was this really going to happen?

Octavia didn’t come straight for me as I sat down, but instead carefully lifted a vial of my blood to her lips. She inhaled deeply as her eyes met mine, before sipping delicately. She moaned out softly, but didn’t break eye contact. She calmly nodded at me, and I felt slightly reassured. Maybe she could do this? Maybe I could?

Since now was apparently the moment for epiphanies, my mind reminded me that what was about to happen was very homosexual. Did it make me a fillyfooler? The fact that she was female had brought about no hesitance, and my resistance had crumbled in seconds. Was I simply scared into this, or perhaps it was merely a matter of convenience and requirement? No, I think I might be gay. Or at least bisexual. Was that a problem? After all, in this new world, everypony is bi, and this my only real shot at a sex life. And oh boy, she sure got a bunch closer.

Octavia gently pushed me onto my back, and I swallowed nervously. What would we do first? Would we share passionate kisses? To be honest, tasting my own blood wasn’t much of a turn on. Caress each other with hooves, or cuddle close? Somehow that didn’t seem like the Vampony style. Would it be romantic at all, purely lust? What kind of lover would Octavia be?

Did this mean she felt something for me? Probably not; Vamponies don’t see sex the way ponies see it. They do it with friends and strangers, after all.

I expected her to dive right in, if I’m honest. I bet she’d expect me to keep up. Would I be good enough? How much of her was I going to have to touch? Did I want to touch her? Holy Celestia, this is really nerve wracking. Maybe I should just ask?

As I opened my lips, I felt her silky smooth fur glide through mine. Her body rubbed against me as she brought her lips up to my ears. “You are thinking far too hard about this, dear. We are only going to rut, not be wed. Calm down and try to enjoy the ordeal.”

She kept sipping at her glass (when did she get a glass?) of blood as she slowly withdrew. “Seeing as you have yet to experience any sexual intimacy, I believe I will guide your first time. Now, as much as I am certain you want satisfaction, I do not believe you will last beyond one orgasm. As such, I hope you do not mind servicing me first; if nothing else, the more you please me, the less virgin you will smell.”

With no hesitation, she sat her full earth pony weight down on my chest, making me grunt. “That said, the orgasm I give you as repayment will most likely be far better than the small ones you are about to give me. Does that sound fair?” I didn’t know whether to feel grateful or insulted at her teasing bedroom eyes.

She used her free hoof to push my head flat on the couch and began sliding forward, teasingly slowly. I felt my breath catch as I realised what we’d be doing first. My mind blanked. She really was expecting me to sink or swim. Hopefully she wouldn’t be too disappointed.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as she slid her funhole up my chest. Due to the way she was moving, I couldn’t see anything, but I could certainly feel the wet spot she left behind cool unpleasantly. She bumped her crotch against my chin and, instead of dropping herself on my face, stopped dead.

I raised my head. Right before my muzzle, I could just barely spot two tiny teats. They sat nestled in her fur, which made me wonder if they produced milk or blood for baby Vamponies. I tried to glance further down and spot my eventual prize, but she was pressed firmly against my throat.

“Since it is your first time, I will start you off small. I am no fan of going slow in sex, but I doubt you want to start by exploring my sn-”

“OKAY! I know, I get it, I don’t need the reminder, thank you!” I interrupted as loudly as I could with an earth pony on my windpipe.

Octavia hunched down over me in a surprising display of flexibility. “Surely some dirty talk does not make you uncomfortable?” She said teasingly. When I grimaced, she blinked and pressed her lips together in a thin line. “You were not this prudish when you masturbated in front of me. What changed?”

“Me touching me and me licking you are two very different activities.”

She sighed heavily and leaned back, hopefully unintentionally making it even harder to breath. I heard her mutter something that sounded alarmingly like rape. “Luna help me, fine! I will somehow find it in me to go even slower!”

She rolled off of me and scooted back to the far side of the couch, somehow still holding her first glass of blood. I took this as a sign that I could move freely again and sat up as well, rubbing at the now wet spot on my neck and taking deep breaths. Her horny gaze was locked on me, and she looked frustrated as she took another sip.

I tried to speak, but found myself at a loss for words. What could I possibly say right now? Thank you for backing off? Sorry I’m such a loser?

Octavia’s eyes roamed over to my cutie mark, probably looking for something else. I felt my tail clamp down instinctively, but I forced it up and away a moment later. My virginity would get me killed; I needed it to disappear. Besides, Octavia was a great Vampony mare, kinda. She’d do me good.

I took another deep breath. I needed to get into this. If I managed to get aroused enough, I’m sure my hesitation would vanish. Even though it looked like coercion, Octavia was doing me a favor. She was forcing herself to act against her nature, and she was trying to rein herself in me; all to save my life.

She tried to give me a look of sympathy, but somehow it only came off as pity. “How can I make this more comfortable for you Vinyl? Would it be preferable to you if I pleased you first? That way you may have something to go off so you can please me back. Or would you be most comfortable starting with your hooves? You have practice with them, even if only on yourself. Although I cannot comprehend your apprehension, I can do what is in my power to make this a better experience for you. Just tell me what you can, and we will work with that.”

I sighed and shook my head. “I’m just nervous. Worried. I know you can do this and I know it needs to happen but I just…”

She tried to conceal it, but I knew Octavia was getting impatient. “Listen, it would take months of sex to get you to smell like one of us. The more effort you and I put into this, the more your scent will be sullied by mine, and since mine is already a mix of many others, it will help you more than you can imagine. The only comparison I can make would be taking a dozen vanilla scented candles and then surrounding them with every other scent you can think of. It will still smell mostly of vanilla, but the others will mingle in as well. And the invest we are the more other candles are added.”

“I know…”

She waved a hoof at my bed. “Maybe that will help set the tone. I would offer mine but if I have to smell you while I sleep through the day it will not help my self-control.”

She flopped down in a way that I realise in hindsight was made to reveal as much as possible, and that’d she’d probably practised hundreds of times considering how perfectly it was executed. Her upper body was draped along the bed, with her rear hooves planted firmly on the floor, tail off to the side and eyes staring back into mine. I averted my eyes, instead focusing on the vials she’s transferred to my daystand. Unfortunately, she was having none of it. “Start by looking, Vinyl. Take it all in; try to focus on arousing thoughts. Imagine this being a threesome if you are so desperate for some normality. We are working together to arouse a stallion who enjoys lesbianism.”

Well, if I were a stallion, I’m sure just seeing that ass would be enough to get me in the mood. I’ve seen Octavia’s rear before, quite a bit actually, but now that I was being told to focus on it, I couldn’t help but appreciate it. Her entire body was toned, probably through sex and music, if that orchestra room she had at her house was anything to go by. Every part of her was defined but not excessive, muscle covered in fur but not bulging. I brought my hoof up to her, cringing as I pushed down and felt immediate resistance. That butt was all muscle, and I would not want to be on the receiving end of a buck from her. If the twins ever had rough sex with Octavia, I couldn't help but feel bad for them.

“There we go. That was a good first step, Vinyl.” I know she was trying to encourage me, but it sounded patronising. “Now, start working your way inwards. Once you make it all the way, we’ll be in business.”

I nodded, feeling emboldened, and put my other hoof on her, as if I was a stallion walking my way forward. I rubbed in small circles, confident that if she thought I was doing something she’d be less likely to pressure me forward. My eyes locked on to her tail, and I forced them to make their way down.

One hole jutted out from beneath it, as if crying out to be seen. It was grey and spotless, obviously, and I felt confident enough to guess that it has seen use in the past. It didn’t look very appealing though, probably because I knew what it was for, so I kept going quickly.

The second fun hole was much more subtle at first, just a straight line right down the middle. I couldn’t see it very well, so I spread her cheeks apart a little.

Then she winked at me, and I fell over backwards with a shout like she’d lunged for my throat.

I did not appreciate the cultured belly laugh that followed.

“You did that one purpose!” I shouted at her as I scrambled to my hooves, utterly humiliated.

“Yes, and it was so very worth it. I will never forget the look of pure horror on your face. I want to apologise but at the same time I realise that I will never, ever be sorry for that.” Her giggles were adorable as she gently rocked her hips back and forth. “Besides, you were so tense. Now that you made your first mistake, you can stop worrying about letting me down and just have fun. I do not expect perfection Vinyl. Let loose, explore, I will tell you if I want you to stop.”

I let out a huff as I stalked back up behind her and swatted her rump. She didn’t drop the small smile she had on, and kept waving it at me seductively, so I sighed. I did feel better now, marginally.

I looked back down at the winking clit and couldn’t help but feel odd as her grey on grey on black with a splash of purple appearance suddenly screamed out in pink every few moments. It was such a huge contrast to the rest of her body, and it made me wonder if my slit did that too when I was horny. One thing was for sure though, it most definitely wasn’t scary. I took a second to laugh softly to myself. Maybe I had been a little too tense. It’s not like I hadn’t glimpsed it and hundreds of others before.

Suddenly, I realised that I’d been presented with an opportunity I had thought lost to me. I had the world’s sluttiest mare with me, who was willing to give me the greatest orgasm of a lifetime in exchange for a little bit of effort. I’m also pretty sure Octavia would be willing to do this again in the future. I could have sex! And she’d probably be down for any fantasy I wanted to act out. Now that’s some incentive right there. Maybe I could do this.

Sadly, I only really knew how to go fast. I pressed my hoof into her clit and ground down in small circles, to which she responded by pressing back and moving with me, without hesitation. “Good, begin in your comfort zone and work deeper.”

I brought my second hoof up and kneaded it into her cutie mark, feeling the powerful muscles hidden beneath and getting a slight hum as an answer. “Cutie marks are for sensation dear, not fulfilment. It feels nice but it is primarily used for build-up and therefore too late now. Try pulling me into you by my tail instead.”

I nodded, but I had never really considered pulling on my own tail. Was that sexy? I took hold of it about halfway down and gently pulled.

Her bedroom eyes evaporated in an instant. “Really? Vinyl, when I say pull my tail I want you to do it with feeling! Grab it at the base and yank! Trust me when I say there is almost nothing you can do to hurt me unintentionally.”

Well how the hell am I supposed to figure that out? I grabbed onto her dock with my magic and tugged on it.

“Mhm, much better. The key is to do that when you start to stagnate. If you are eating a mare out, pull her dock and push your muzzle forward. The contrast in sensations is wonderful. Now, you are being very quiet. I assume you to be a discreet lover, which is fine, but let us try some communication. What are you enjoying so far?”

“I like the feel of your butt cheeks. They’re really strong and tight and it feels good to rub my hooves against them.” I said, even though it felt super awkward to tell her that.

“Well, they are yours to play with. See the space between the cheek and my slit? Those are the labia, and that whole area feels wonderful when licked and bitten. When you want to move the next step, try getting your face on a cheek and working your way inwards. If it gets to be too much, just switch sides.”

I gulped, suddenly very aroused. That sounded very enjoyable, but was it really okay if I just stuck my nose right in there? Well, she said so…

I leaned in close and rubbed our cheeks together, marveling at how much better it felt to rub it this way. My face was aimed towards her cutie mark, but suddenly I felt much more inclined to look the other way. I turned inwards without hesitation and took a deep breath. It smelled briny in a nice way, so I nuzzled my way closer to the middle. My mouth felt very dry, but I really wanted a bite of her booty. So I did. I gently pulled my teeth through the fur just next to her flower, trying to emulate what she did to me earlier. Is this how she viewed my neck? I was having trouble thinking straight. Maybe it was that smell.

I found the skin underneath all her fur and bit down, maybe a bit harder than I should have. When I heard a much sharper inhale, I was scared I’d gone too far, but she didn’t pull away or tell me stop, so I did it again and again, moving a little closer to the center each time. When I finally reached her lips, I passed right over and did the same on the other side. It felt so good! Who knew biting someone could be so satisfying?

After I finished both sides, I went back to the first and bit down again, this time sucking on the skin instead of just letting go. Sure, I’d probably end up with some fur getting stuck on tongue, but I didn’t care. I could hear small moans coming out of my victim, so I could only guess she was enjoying it.

This went on for a few minutes as I explored her cheeks with my mouth. I was still having fun, but Octavia interrupted me as I began a third cycle. “As much as I am certain you are enjoying my ass, Vinyl, stop teasing me and lick my damned slit!” I looked up to see her frustrated gaze, one hoof still holding her glass, which was half empty, while the second hesitated in mid-air, seeming to want to take my head and ram it home.

My nerves were gone at this point and everything so far had been a sensation overflow. I honestly expected to just muddle through pleasing Octavia, but so far it has been even more fun than playing with myself. So, when she said that, I dove in headfirst like she’s told me earlier, yanking her dock over my head with magic. Her loud moan was incredibly satisfying, which was such a shame since I pulled away a second later.

“Oh man, that is a really weird texture!” I couldn’t help but exclaim. It felt so abnormal, honestly kinda slimy, and the taste wasn’t that great either to be honest. Still, considering I’d gained the ability to tolerate eating meat after a few years, I’d definitely be able to enjoy it eventually. It would just take some getting used to.

I came back in much more slowly, running my tongue along the outside of her lips and over her clit. I’d have preferred to just keep playing with her bouncy bottom, but Octavia was getting bored. Still, I had two free hooves that I didn’t hesitate to use; pushing her cheeks together and pulling them open wide, or massaging them. It felt so fulfilling to be able to make her moan, especially since she was used to two professional Vampony butler-escorts.

I kept going on the outside, licking up and down and sucking on her clit every time I reached the bottom, enough to get a moan. Then, out of nowhere, I felt her hoof press against the back of my head. “You need to get inside as well, Vinyl. There is more to the honeypot than just the nub. See if you can find my g-spot.”

I sighed but got to work anyway, sticking my tongue inside and probing the walls, hoping for some sort of reaction that would let me know I was heading in the right direction.

“No, you are just feeling along the walls. Run your tongue along the bottom on the way in, then lick upwards and scrape the top on your way out.”

“Much better. Now, do the same but start a little to left and work your way out on the right. Then do the same on the other side.”

“Good, you learn quickly. Now you may go back and get the clit. Make sure you do not forget it in you zeal.”

I followed her instructions, three plunges in then a few seconds of attention outside. Back in for three more and out again. She started moaning consistently, and didn’t tell me to do anything else, so I just kept going. Still, I didn’t want to stagnate, as she called it, so I tried flattening and thinning my tongue so I’d hit different areas. Then I would graze my teeth on her button, or do a small circle around it with my tongue. It got slicker as I went, and I felt some small amount of discomfort as I was forced to taste her more and more

Her breathing picked up steadily, and I saw her hoof rubbing small circles on her teats. “Suck my clit!” She groaned, pushing back hard into my face. I had barely reached it when she climaxed, and sucked for dear life as she rode out her pleasure, humping as best she could.

I waited until she flopped down on the bed before pulling away. My muzzle was completely drenched, as was most of my neck fur. I looked around, hoping to find a towel or something, but the bathroom door was closed and I couldn’t see anything useful, so I awkwardly pulled my sheets up and used them to rub myself down. As much fun as the beginning had been, the follow-up was kinda mediocre. Maybe I’d enjoy in more next time, especially if she let me play with her buns more.

I saw her drop her empty glass on the daystand before refilling it with the second vial. “You did well, Vinyl. So, how was it? What did you like and what did you not?” She asked, humming in appreciation at the scent.

I did my best to explain. “I love your butt! It’s really hot, and firm, and soft. I could totally see myself doing that again, or even sleeping on it or something. The second part was okay, I guess. I’m not a huge fan of how you feel or taste, but I can probably get over it.”

She nodded. “Cunnilin-”

“Oh Luna, please don’t call it that! I hate that word so much.”

She gave me the stink eye. “Oral is an acquired taste for both male and female, but if you practice with me you will hopefully find yourself enjoying it in time. The same is true of anal. That said, what we are about to do will be quite enjoyable from the first time, I assure you.”

“What? But I thought you wanted a bunch of orgasms first.” She had definitely said I wouldn’t last past my first one.

“No, I said you would not last past one. I will please us both at the same time, so I will get two orgasms. Besides, your virgin smell was starting to get to me, and your tongue feels so smooth and energizing. I simply cannot stop now.”

“You’re still in control right? This isn’t a “My instincts are kicking in so I can’t stop” kind of I can’t stop, right?”

Octavia rolled her eyes. “I find your lack of faith in me insulting and tedious. Get on the bed, belly up, tail splayed, hooves out to the sides. All four of them.”

I followed her commands, unable to hide an eager grin. My first orgasm not from myself, and it would be given to me by a master at the craft. I flopped down in a much less sexy way than she had and flipped over, spread eagle and ready. “We will work on your sex appeal later. There were simply too many things wrong with what you just did to even begin naming them.”

I was about to reply when she dropped her full earth pony weight onto my chest again, this time facing my lower body. “You need a diet.” I said without thinking.

She didn’t hesitate to ground her ass into my stomach, making it very hard to breath. She let up for a moment and I gasped, only to get a mouth full of tail as she dropped back down on my neck, thankfully much more gently. “I am a very healthy weight for an earth pony, thank you, and I will not have you slandering my good name with accusations against my weight. Just for that, I will not sit my glorious derriere down on your undeserving face.”

I honestly have no idea if I was relieved or disappointed.

“However, should you want to pleasure me, I will allow you to beg me to present it to you.”

That’s all she said before she began sucking on my teats.

I want to say it was mediocre, or just nice, but the sad truth is that within a minute I was struggling against begging for more. The way she was attending to them felt heavenly. I could barely focus, all I knew was that whatever she was doing was an art form I would never be able to replicate.

“Please, lower!”

I could hear her smirk. “Oh, have you acknowledged my skill already? That was fast indeed. Well, I would be happy to please you my dear, but I feel so thoroughly un-worshipped at the moment.”

“Please let me worship you!”

“Your wish is my command.”

I saw my salvation as she hefted her rear off of me and pressed in into my muzzle. I tried to go for her clit, my mind hazy, but she pulled away. “Ah ah, I believe you prefer something else?”

It took me a moment to get it, but when I did, I immediately wrapped my hooves around her to hold her still then nuzzled her cheeks, sighing blissfully.

She went slow, starting at the top and working her way downwards. I alternated between gasps and clenched teeth, doing my best to give back.

She brought me to the edge faster than I ever had for myself, especially for such a slow pace, and I started bucking my hips unconsciously. Instead of helping me over the peak, she backed off, causing me to groan in frustration.

“My apologies, but I cannot have you finishing yet. After all, we still have a few more things to do. Besides, the blood is so concentrated down there right now that I can feel my will slipping away. Any longer and I might have succumbed to temptation.” Well, that’s worrying.

She turned around and draped herself across my body. Her hind knees rubbed up against me, just enough to remind me to behave. I looked into her eyes, slowly calming down as she brought her face level with mine, worried. Was she about to?

She leaned in and ceased my bottom lip between hers. Her fangs pressed against the outside as she sucked my lip into her mouth and chewed on it, which felt surprisingly good. I didn’t react, not sure what to think, so she mumbled “top lip”. I got the hint and tried to do the same with hers.

She nodded slightly, and I felt a huge swell of pride. I’d gotten it right on the first try! Then I remembered what she’d done to me and felt that pride pop like a balloon; one technique down, half a million to go.

Her lip tasted a little coppery, probably from the blood, but it was still kinda nice to play with. I think I could come to like kisses if they were all like this. She pushed her face into mine, letting go of my lip and slipping her tongue into my mouth. It darted around, exploring my teeth and tongue, before retreating, her lips parted expectantly.

I hesitantly eased mine in after it, noticing immediately how much shaper her teeth were than mine. I also had to fit through her fangs, and I felt them constantly pressing on either side, severely restricting my movement. How did Vamponies kiss? Their fangs would bump up against one another each time, so it seemed really impractical.

I tried to lick the roof of her mouth, but I felt her sharp teeth against my tongue again and it was a bit off putting. I tried her tongue next, which wasn’t so bad since she arranged it as cushion between mine and her bottom row of teeth. It was nice, but I’d probably just let her come in from now on and not follow her back.

She followed me out, shoving her hooves into my mane as her tongue retook control of my mouth. It felt nice to have somepony play with my mane; not in an arousing kind of way, more like an intimate way. One of her hooves trailed down my neck, pulling me closer as she pushed through my mouth. I gently ran my hooves up her back, hoping that she appreciated the almost hug.

“You are a very quiet partner, Vinyl. Are you scared of making noise?” She asked as she pulled away.

I took a moment to process the question. “No, I just always had to be quiet in the past. Any sound, even in my own home, would attract attention I didn’t want.”

“How unfortunate; you truly have been neglected. You poor little pony. Worry not though, I will fix you.” With that said, she lipped around so we were between each other’s hindlegs. “This will be the best possible thing for your virgin scent. It should taint you with my smell, as well as that of every lover I’ve ever had. Of course, it will mostly be mine, reminding others who owns you.”

Without further ado, she rubbed her honeypot against my own. Sparks of pleasure tingled up my spine, and I started shaking as she humped against me. After a minute of adjusting to get the best contact area, she started bushing our clits together, and I bit my lip to hold back from shouting. I tried to hump back into her, but all I ended up doing was completely shattering her tempo and positioning. She barked at me to sit still, and after I nodded meekly, she got back into the rhythm.

Even though I couldn’t move, I snaked a hoof down to our clits, so when they surfaced they would rub against it instead. I was panting non-stop, my ability to think fading away as I reached a peak, and it seemed Octavia was getting there too. I knew it would be a big one for me, what with how long we’d been going at it. Finally, just as I was about to go over, Octavia mashed our clits together, and I was gone.

My neck snapped back, my back arched as hard as it could, my mouth hung open, my whole body was shivering. I was blinded by pleasure, completely unaware of the world around me. I felt weak and exhausted, I couldn’t focus, my eyes slid over everything without seeing anything. I could just barely feel Octavia next to me as she pulled away.

I lost track of time after that, and I think I might have fallen asleep for a few minutes. I was finally brought back to reality when I felt something flung over me and I heard Octavia parading around the room, probably cleaning herself and airing out the room. Hopefully she’d made sure we were in the middle of nowhere first.

I pawed at the thing on my face and realised it was a towel. I grabbed it with magic and did my best to clean myself off despite the fact that whole body was still trembling. It was slowly occurring to me that I’d just had my first time with a Vampony mare who had dominance issues, but my mind was ignoring that and instead focused on the fact that she was a good friend who’d helped me out of several tight spots. In addition, if this was the payoff of donating a little blood and maintaining a friendship, then I should do my best to reap every drop of attention I could from this mare.

I finally looked over at Octavia. She looked happy and calm, which reminded me that as much fun as I’d had, she’d gone through the same experience while fighting her nature to stay in control. “Thank you for this, Octavia, and for not losing to the bloodlust.”

She merely nodded with her typical tiny smile before wandering back to her bed. I knew that, whatever the pony hunt brought, whether we found them or not, from this point on our relationship would be changing a lot. As of this moment, I suspect it’ll be for the better.

Author's Notes:

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