I started my evening by taking my usual hour-long sweat removal shower, water droplets pitter-pattering across my fur, washing away my living scent along with the grime of my night job. After that, I applied my anti-scent spell, my anti-sweat spell, my anti-emotion mode… Well, you get the idea.

In short, my evenings are lengthy. I usually wake two hours before dusk. Most of that time is used to prepare myself for the next night, but I always take a few moments at some point to bask in the sun’s rays, as if to prove that I’m not one of them.

And that was one thing I cared a lot about; I’m not one of them. I might act like them, I might eat like them, I might even think somewhat like them, but I am not one of them, and if I keep my cool, I never will be.

I ate my breakfast; fruit. I grew accustomed to the horrible food that is raw meet. I've forced myself to stomach it, even though it gives me no nutritious benefit. As such, I only ate lunch at school to keep up appearances. Vamponies don’t like fruit, which is fine by me, but it means I have to go harvest it on weekends during the day so they don’t suspect me. After all, missing a single night of sleep during the school week would not only make me woozy and more likely to let something slip, but it would also shoot my eyes through with blood. If my shades were to fall off, I’d be found out in an instant. Just because it's never happened before, doesn't mean I can take any chances.

With my evening ritual complete, I stepped outside. I live in a slightly more isolated part of town. Back in the old days, these were the slums of Canterlot, and even here the ponies had lived well. Perhaps not as good as the ponies in the fancier districts, but still well enough. The slums were sparsely populated, probably since the war, followed by the feasting, had cut the population of Canterlot by over half. There were no Vamponies within sight range of my house, which allowed me to bask in the dying rays of the sun without fear of being seen. This was a magical moment for me, as the sun seemed to have some sort of powerful healing ability; every time it hit me, I got happy. It meant I was alone, secluded and safe. I knew Celestia was watching over me whenever her light caressed my fur.

The feeling wouldn’t last. The sun had already set, with only the dying remnants of its beauty filling me, and the early rising Vamponies would be exiting their houses soon, some to go to work, others to school. At this point of the night, they could safely step outside without experiencing much more than a minor headache and some temporary blindness if they weren’t wearing sunglasses.

I slouched back inside and grabbed my things: my locker key, my saddlebags and my signature headphones. One of the best pieces of technology in existence, if you ask me. I put them on and started up my music player, the brand new, cutting edge Ipone. It was one of the few things that helped me keep my sanity in this crazy, upside down Equestria. Vamponies were crazy for music, so it helped me fit in. I even had a job that I do once or twice a week; I’m a DJ at a local club.

Now, don’t start going off about how cool DJ-ing is. It used to be amazing, back in Equestria. I wasn’t a DJ back then, but I’ve always wanted to be one. What with the techno music: dubtrot, trance, nightcore. And then there were the lights, which rarely belonged to the DJ’s, but they were still awesome. Mix that with the masses of ponies and heaving bodies, the sweat running like water and the thick and musky smell of, well, you know… arousal. All that together made DJ-ing what it was. Or at least, what I had dreamed it would be.

In the new Equestria, things were different. The music was much darker, dreary even. It was like they had removed the bam that was famous in the club life. Drums, keyboard, guitar, all gone. The organ was the instrument of choice. Honestly, it mostly sounded like classical music! Gag! Violins and other string instruments now rule the scene. Luckily for me, I knew a few good, popular patterns, so I could pretend to be listening to the classic while actually blaring my dubtrot through my headphones.

The second change was the lights. Predictably, they were removed. The new lighting was much, much dimmer; invisible to me actually. They call it “gamma double Z”. Whatever, it doesn’t hurt me, so I don’t care, but apparently it’s like a drug to them. I can see them in the streets near the early morning, lying almost comatose with one-shot flashers in their hooves. Whatever it is, it’s potent. I use my shades as an excuse to why it doesn’t affect me, which the boss if fine with. Too many of his regular DJ’s get caught up in the light while they work, even though it’s a very tiny dosage.

Finally, there’s the last change, and probably the one that changes the least, yet changes the most. The dancing, the grinding, the whole reason ponies use to go to clubs; to pick up a mate for a one night stand. The dancing barely changed; besides the lack of sweat, it’s still the same pounding, grinding, too-close-for-comfort-unless-you’re-drunk dancing. The only minor yet major difference is that Vamponies don’t have the need to, as we say, “get a stable”. At multiple times during the night, seemingly random orgies will break out, with the mares just popping their tails up or going down on the stallions in the middle of the floor. And if a mare has a, um, hole available, well, let’s just say it won't stay open for long. They’ll usually take two of three sets before growling at any that come near. Most stallions back off at this point, knowing how much having an unwilling lover can hurt, but some persist. Most will never do it again, either because they’re scarred for life, physically, or they are now actually incapable. I feel sad for the latter ones, sometimes, but sometimes they really can't take a hint.

And that’s the new D-’ing. Some of you perverts may think that I’m the luckiest mare alive and, quite frankly, if the dancing worked the same as it did now back in the old Equestria, I might agree with you. So long as the stallions backed off once the mares were done, I’d be more than happy to say I have one the absolute best seats in the house. The only problem, one that is becoming more and more persistent, is the mating problem. I will never have a mate. The moment they would get inside me, no, scratch that, the instant I’d get excited, they would smell the blood as it, erm, “fills the pouches” so to speak. During my heats I skip school entirely; I just can’t take the chance. Males almost never make the first move, but that’s not a bet I’m willing to make. And females WOULD make the first move, forcefully, if they really wanted it.

But I got carried away. The point is I will never mate, and let me tell you; when you realise that you will never, ever have a lover, well, it hits you hard, both physically and mentally. I considered, for the first time ever, just jumping down into the middle of the dance floor and cutting myself, but something held me back. Maybe it was a primal desire to survive; maybe it was just because I was too scared of death. Whatever the reason, I’m grateful for it. I managed to get over it pretty quickly, but it’ll always be a thought gnawing at the back of my mind. Another one of the heavy burdens I bare. I'd never though that I'd be a good mother; frankly I never wanted to be a mother, but that realization changed something in me. Something powerful.

Anyway, I slowly made my way through the streets to school, exchanging bleak, meaningless greetings with the few ponies that I passed along the way. For Vamponies, greetings are… not unimportant, more like boring. A chore, if you will. Unless you’re close, a quick “hi” or “hello” or if they’re in a good mood, “good night” is the best you will get.

The trip wasn’t short; there are only 4 schools in all of Canterlot that are in use, and I live far away from any school. I made it there early, despite the distance, as I frequently do and began setting up at my first period desk.

First period is hunting class. Most Vamponies think it’s a waste of time; they don’t need to hunt anymore, they have all the cattle they could possibly desire ever since the Conversion. As such, it’s a class in which it’s not unusual to see a few heads lolling; some Vamponies are even flat out asleep. I don’t care much for hunting; there are worse classes, but hunting is pretty dull, seeing as it doesn’t apply to me. It's hard enough to stay focused in the muted darkness that is my everyday life without adding boring to the list. If I fall asleep in class, bad things will happen to me, so I need to keep alert and stay awake. Not to mention slipping grades means detention, and from there it's a downward spiral that would only lead to my discovery.

I was in the front row; I always sit in the front row. Because of how dark it is and with my shades on top of that, I can never see the blackboard. The fact that the chalk is white doesn’t help much, but I suppose it’s the only reason I can see anything at all. I’m pretty smart, and I’ve got a great memory, so I tend to just try and memorize all the words that come out of the teachers’ mouths. It works, usually.

Once hunting class was over, I shuffled out with the other students, careful to keep from touching anyone. No reason to try and stand out. I don’t have any friends, nor do I want any; that would only cause complications.

Back at my locker, I opened it quickly, took out my books for math, and was about to move on when a hoof shot past my side, slamming into the locker next to mine with a loud clang.

“Hey sexy, wanna meet up after class?”

I didn’t recognize the voice, so it wasn’t one of my usual admirers. That was far from a relief; the fewer Vamponies who focus on seducing me, the better. The voice sounded high pitched; definitely female, and the leg attached to it was a light purple, which probably meant…

“My name’s Cloud Kicker, and you’ve got one good looking flank.”

You remember when I told you that Vamponies are horny bastards? Well, this is a very common first greeting. All Vamponies know the term “friends with benefits” and, although most have standards, looks tend to fall second to potential sex. What I’m saying is they’d screw anything that moves, and even some things that don't.

“Not interested.”

That’s a much less common reply. Most decent Vamponies would basically just find any remotely private area, present themselves and, if you’re lucky, clean up. Not many refuse, even when the proposer looks ugly. This is an unfortunate part of my life; I’m beautiful, by their standards, and pretty much everyone knows or suspects that I’m virgin. A virgin, to Vamponies, is like the rarest delicacy they can find. Most Vamponies drop the virginity the moment they hit puberty, which is usually between ten to twelve years old. Finding a virgin at eighteen is impossible, unless you're me.

“Oh come on Vinyl, don’t be that way~.”

And she was going to insist. What else is new?

“Back off Cloud Kicker, I have light spray.”

Ah, light spray, a veritable beauty when it comes to turn offs. That stuff burns their skin like acid, and they knew it. Not many Vamponies ever needed it, since rape pretty much didn’t exist, but they still made some for the few weirdoes.

She backed off, muttering unhappily, and walked away. A few of her friends tried to approached her, most likely to offer their services, but she waved them off.

I suppose I might be giving you the wrong idea. Vamponies don’t buck 24/7, but most don’t usually go more than a week without some sort of love. They’re almost as bad as changelings used to be, before they were annihilated, that is.

I closed my locker and made my way to class, ignoring several cat calls from other females. The idea of a virgin would turn even the straightest Vampony gay.

In math, I took my usual seat at the front. My neighbor in this class was very touchy, and by that I meant she used to try and grope me. The first time I let her have a quick squirt of light spray. When she tried again a week later, I pretty much halved the bottle. She got the idea after that.

Math passed without incident, and we moved on to lunch. At the cafeteria I ordered a small, uncooked pork chop and sat down at a two pony table. I didn’t know who was going to hit on me tonight, but I was sure it was going to be annoying.

“Mind if I sit down?”

I looked up. That wasn’t what I had been expecting; where was the assertive claim that we were off to the bathroom? The sly complement and disgustingly exaggerated wink? The literal shoving of sexual bits in my face?

Above me stood a calm gray mare with a long, black mane, a pink bow tie and a treble clef cutie mark. I had heard of her before, as had most of the school. She was a very refined Vampony, very pretty and very talented. Apparently she was an aspiring musician, with a lot of fame, a lot of money and even richer parents. She had just transferred in a few days ago, and I'd had yet to meet her, until now that is. But I knew I would; the moment she heard the school had a virgin, she’d sniff me out.

And now she was here.

“So I heard you don’t like to buck.”

Well, you can only hope for so much… After all, even in the most noble of families, bucking is considered a very common pass time.

“What do you want?” My voice carried all the enthusiasm of a rock.

“I wanted to know if I could sit here. I thought I made that quite clear.”

I gestured to the empty seat. “If you’re going to flirt, the answer is no.”

She sat down. “You’re probably the only Vampony ever who doesn’t like to buck.”

“Sue me.”

“I’d rather befoul you.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Alright.”

I paused. “What?”

“Alright.”

“Alright what?”

“I won’t pop your cherry.”

I glared at her. “What’s the catch?”

“None.”

“Now tell me the truth.”

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Do you want me to pounce on you and prove you right or would you rather take my word for it?”

Oh, she was good…

“Alright, let’s say I decide to believe you, then what?”

“We eat? I believe that was the purpose behind our lunch break.” She emphasised her point by taking a big bite of her uncooked steak.

I decided that she wasn’t half bad, but I wasn’t looking for a friend. Better to be alone and alive than risk a friendship. Still, she would make a good acquaintance.

I took a bite of my pork chop, chewing slowly. I hated raw meat with a passion, having to eat it every night at lunch for the past eight years. But of course, I hid all emotion from my face. It wouldn’t do to show disgust.

“So, what’s your name?” I asked, trying to make conversation. Vamponies enjoyed conversation, specifically if it revolved around them, bucking, or a combination of the two. Especially if it's a combination of the two.

“Octavia, yours?”

“Vinyl, but I’ll bet my lunch that you already knew that.”

She pushed what was left of her steak over to me.

“I was kidding.” I said as I pushed it back. She shot me a quick grin, and I returned it with a weak chuckle.

“You know Vinyl, you’re not the prude I thought you would be, what with all the rumors about your sexual status.”

I gave her the tiniest of smiles. It’s really annoying, having to tone down my emotions when for them it’s instinctual. “And you’re accepting of it, which makes me happy.”

She returned my micro smile and finished the little bit of steak she had left. “You’re a pretty slow eater.” She said as she saw that my pork chop, which was half as small as her steak to begin with, was only half gone. I flipped it over to her plate, and she gave me a questioning glance.

“Not hungry.”

She nodded and scooped it up, tearing it apart in a few seconds. I watched her do it, tensing up just the tiniest bit; that could be me if I wasn’t careful. It’s the little moments like this that remind me why I live alone, without friends. They keep me on my toes, reminding me of the difference between me and them. They’re savages who’ll eat me alive without a second glance.

“So what class do you have next?” She asked nonchalantly. That snapped my mind back into focus, again. They might be disgusting savages, but I had to act like them. Come on girl, get it together! One of them being nice to you shouldn’t throw you off you game.

“Physical education.”

Oh Phys Ed, how I hate you so. We need to put on shorts for the class to make sure that while we’re moving around, nopony can see our “Special place” as the coach puts it. Honestly, I agree with him; the temptation to just drop the sports and start bucking would be too high. It tends to happen anyway. So after we’re suited up, he makes us all run drills and play sports; pretty much everything that can make me sweat. I’m the worst player, always picked last because I move intentionally slowly and refuse to exert myself. Despite this, there have been close calls in the past. Once I even felt a drop forming, and I took a rather long bathroom break to cool off, wipe it off and re-apply some perfume. It really sucks that Phys Ed is mandatory for all six years of Vampony high school, and I still have one more to go after I finish this year.

“Oh how lovely, I have that class next too. It’ll be nice playing with you~” She said as she rose and began to make her way out of the cafeteria, dropping the steak bone in a trash can along the way and strutting in what I would guess was supposed to be sexy, revealing manner; probably to try and make me fall for her.

Needless to say, it didn’t work. I thought for a moment and decided that the innuendo was intentional, too.

I sighed and lay back on my chair, pulling out my Ipone. I always try to relax before Phys Ed, seeing as it’s the most deadly class I have and anyone of them could be my last. Not the most comforting thought right? I picked a very nice, upbeat dubtrot song and blared it, bobbing my head and tapping my hooves to the beat. From where I was sitting, I didn’t have a very good view of the cafeteria, plus my eyes were closed, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that I missed it.

It started off as a tiny squeaking. My headphones are noise-canceling, but something was loud enough to get through both that feature and the music playing. I ignored the first squeak, but then there was the sound of tables beings moved. I opened my eyes to see that the area in front of me was empty and I spun on my chair.

It was an orgy, right in the middle of the caf. Fillies were jumping the colts left and right, and then being jumped on by other Vamponies. The moment I turned around, I had seen too much. I was up in an instant, running for the door; in a Vampony orgy, most females will get dragged in; mostly by choice, but there are the occasional ones that are forced into it. They can resist, of course, and most would get out pretty quickly, but fighting my way out would make me sweat, and that was as bad as tying a noose round my neck. On the other hoof, going along with it was just as bad; sooner or later they’d be able to tell, either feeling my heartbeat or smelling the blood.

So I ran, and I made it. A few Vamponies looked over at me, trying to assess if they could drag the virgin in, but they quickly got distracted by the swarm of easy prey around them.

I made straight for the bathroom. It was empty, of course, seeing as most Vamponies were now in the caf, getting theirs. I only had a few minutes of privacy, if I was lucky. Without missing a beat, I put my hoof down there and began to rub.

This sort of thing happened a lot. Can you blame me? Angry fangs and flashing nethers everywhere; it's hard to just look away. Sometimes I get worked up in ways that mean blood's rushing to places that reek of living. Some Vampony's bound to notice. Best thing to do then is just let it out as quick as possible. That way, I can get back to my routine without having a little fleshy "eat me" sign between my legs.

Luckily for me, I’ve trained myself in going fast. Before two minutes had past, I was already wiping myself clean. Now I just needed another few minutes to cool down, calm my heartbeat and let the blood return to its normal route.

I stepped out of the stall and splashed water on my face, casting a spell to dissipate the scent I had no doubt left behind. Everything was pretty much back to normal when I heard the bathroom door open. I was pretty sure I was safe, so I didn’t bother looking up; it would be suspicious.

“Not in the caf getting bucked~?” Octavia teased.

I levitated my glasses back on my face and looked up at her. “No, why aren’t you?”

“Not in the mood.”

“Oh, I see…” I didn’t, in fact I was pretty sure she was a damn dirty liar, but there was no point in arguing that, right? “Wait, why are you here? You left before the orgy started, to go… where?”

She giggled a bit. Just a tiny bit. “I was on my way to the library. What with the semester being half done and me joining halfway through, I have some catching up to do.” She leaned against the counter, her eyes traveling all over my body, and licked her lips. I tucked my tail in, which caused her to put on a playful frown. “As for why I’m in here, well, even the greatest Vamponies need to pee.”

“Oh, well don’t let me hold you up, I was just leaving.” I said as I made my way towards the exit. The instant she was out of sight, I heard the whoosh of flailing hooves. She'd pinned my up against the bathroom wall.

“H-” she put her hoof in my mouth, using her body to keep me pressed up against the wall. I tried to keep calm, knowing that adrenaline was the last thing I needed; it would make my heartbeats more noticeable and start me sweating. However, as hard as I tried, I could feel some pumping; my body was going to get me killed by trying to stop me from getting killed. Such an ironic way to die.

“Mgf!” I tried to should her help, but it came out completely muffled.

“Shhhhh.” She said, sniffing the air. “Do you smell that?” She looked over to me. “It almost smells like…” She stopped for a second, her eyes widening, before they turned into the eyes. The eyes that, when directed at me, mean I'm in mortal danger. I’ve always dreaded those eyes. You’ve probably seen them; half closed, sultry, usually roaming. They were accompanied with the knowing smile; curved up at the sides, one side a little higher than the other. She even licked her lips again.

“I see. So you’re virgin, but you still like action.” She pressed up against me harder, her flank squishing against mine. I could feel her breathing accelerate. “Let me help you scratch that itch. I’m sure you’ll love it; I know I will.”

I was really glad I had my glasses on; she’d totally see the blood vessels in my eyes at this distance. I shook my head as much as I could with a hoof in my mouth. Could she feel my pulse? Oh Celestia, she was pushing too hard! She must feel something. I tried to lift my hooves to push her away, but she had caught me so that they were stuck, with no way to bend.

“Oh come now, you can’t honestly say you don’t want some of this.” She said, flicking my rump with her tail. I could feel the arousal returning. She’d smell my blood pooling! I was dead! I made a quick prayer to my deceased ruler, begging for an escape or, if not, then for a quick death.

I got the prior in the form of a great realisation; I’m a unicorn. I gave myself a mental facehoof as I shoved her away hard with my magic. She stumbled to the floor, her bedroom eyes turning into surprise, followed by immense disappointment. I half expected her to rush at me again, but she just hung her head and made for the exit.

“I’m sorry; I wasn’t thinking straight.” She said before she exited.

The moment she left, I rushed to the mirror. Face? Not flushed. Sweat? None. Arousal? Cooling. Heartbeat? Slowing. I was safe. Thank Celestia; my secret still belonged to me.

Before any other Vampony could catch me alone, I exited the restrooms. I’m a diligent student, not one to skip class, but this was too much. I was too excited, too unstable. I trotted to my locker, opened it, took my saddlebags and left.

I tried to look normal as I trotted home. There were very few Vamponies out at this time of night. The few that weren’t at work were probably hitting the clubs, drinking, or sitting at home doping. And of course, there's the obvious activity that can (and is) done at work. And school, and the clubs, and while doping, drinking, shopping, walking. Seriously Mrs. Glowing Harvest? You're like half a block from your house...

I made good time and was home before my next class should have started. I got in and locked the door. Then I bolted it. Finally, I applied a magic lock, just for good measure. It’s safe to say that the near-rape I just lived through had spooked me.

My house is small. It only has four rooms: the living room and the kitchen are both together in one room. Then there’s the bathroom and the two bedrooms, one of which I use as a utility room. It’s not much, but it’s home; the place I’m safest when the sun goes down.

But right then I didn't feel safe.

I dropped my stuff on the table in the living room and reviewed my day. What had I done wrong? Where did I make mistakes? It’s funny, but there didn’t seem to be anything I could have done better: there was no better way to turn Cloud Kicker away. Nothing went wrong in class. It’s not like I could have turned down each and every Vampony who came to sit at my table; I probably got lucky with Octavia. The orgy would have started even if I hadn’t had my headphones on, and I would still have heard the action; the flare of arousal had been unavoidable. Unless I wanted to die, relieving myself in the bathroom had been the best move. The attempted rape was just as unavoidable as the orgy; I needed time to cool down and let the blood flow settle before I left the bathroom. The only thing that I needed to remember was that I’m a unicorn; without a magic inhibitor ring, rape should never be a concern.

As I was thinking, I flopped down on my bed. The whole ordeal had left me exhausted, and I was willing to call it a night at this point; if I went to bed early, maybe I could wake up early enough to sunbathe a little.

With that cheerful thought distracting me from my dismal day, I dropped my shades on the day stand and drifted off.

Author's Notes:

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