“I… I… n-need to…” She stuttered.

I was sweating now, I couldn’t help it. I was entirely at her mercy, with only a few feet of distance separating me from the literal jaws of death. And the sweat wasn’t helping my case. It would only make me smell more appetising.

I saw her nose twitch, and then her nostrils expanded as she took a deep breath. Her pupils dilated, hey eyes wide with awe. I needed to do something, or she’d lose to her hunger.

“Octavia? You’re hungry; you’re not thinking clearly. Please, I keep meat around in case I need to prove that I’m a Vampony. You’ll think clearer on a full stomach.” I offered. My voice was tiny and meek; I’m pretty sure she’d heard me, with her heightened senses.

And I knew they were sharper, I could see it. And when a Vampony’s senses heighten, it can only mean one thing…

The hunt is on.

“O-Octavia..?” I begged. “Please…” I took a step back.

She matched it with a step forward.

“You don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, I think I do.” Her voice was deeper, sultry, as if she’d found the world’s best sex toy. “I’ll regret this later, I know I will, but the next hour will be blissFUL!” She roared as she leapt at me.

I jumped back, narrowly avoiding her hooves as she reached out to grab me. She landed on her chest, her legs splayed out awkwardly, and I booted it. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut behind me, just in time as I heard her body slam against the other side. The whole door heaved, and I heard a crack that sounded dangerously like death.

I shoved my body up against the door, desperate to keep her out. She pounded against it again and again, and I saw a crack slowly work its way down the door frame. It reached the first hinge and detached it from the wall, and then it began working its way towards the second.

“OCTAVIA, STOP! PLEASE!” I shouted, hoping that she’d think more rationally now that I was out of sight.

The continued bucking of the door was all the answer I needed. My shoulder was aching, and I was pretty sure I’d have a nasty bruise, which really wouldn’t help my whole trying to hide out thing. That is, assuming I lived through tonight.

The bucks kept coming, and I knew that if I tried to hold the door closed any longer, I wouldn’t be able to run on that leg anymore. As another buck sounded, I moved myself out of the way. When Octavia hit the door again, it shattered inwards, followed by a very startled Vampony. She flew halfway across the room, carried through by her momentum. I took the opportunity to run straight into the bathroom, where I shut the door again and pressed my other shoulder up against it.

I stood waiting for a few seconds. Then a minute. And another. Where was she? I didn’t want to open the door to peek outside, from fear of her being right outside, waiting for just that. As another passed by, I cautiously called out to her. “Octavia?”

“Yes~?” Came the sultry whisper, right next to my ear.

I froze again. Any sudden movement would be lethal. “H-h-h-h-”

“How? Your windows might be out of a regular pony’s reach, but for a hunting Vampony, that’s nothing.” She whispered smugly.

Of course, how could I have forgotten the window? “Octavia, please. Think about what you’re giving up; a lifetime of blood. You'll kill yourself after you finish me.”

“That’s future Octavia’s problem. For now, all I want is you. Turn towards me Vinyl, I want to see the look on your face as I eat your heart.”

I could feel salty tears spilling out of my eyes. If only I’d made her eat that steak. I turned towards her, pleading all the while. I saw her hungry eyes stare me down. I saw a war being fought in them. I saw her hunger on one side, urging her to cave to her cravings. ‘This is the way it’s meant to be.’ it said. On the other, losing side, I could see logic. ‘Blood forever, use your head girl, not your belly.’ I knew I had to make that side win.

“Octavia, think! You’re a smart Vampony. You managed to sniff me out in one day where as a whole school fell for 8 years of trickery. You KNOW what you should do.” She snapped at me, missing my face by inches. “You can always eat me later, but you can never get me back if you eat me now! Use your head filly.”

The war ragged on, but now it looked like hunger was losing ground. However, hunger had no intention to lose, and I saw it make on final push.

And her teeth shot towards my face.

And lifted towards my horn.

The ring flew off, hitting the ceiling with a sharp *ting* before bouncing around the bathtub a few times. Her eyes opened wide, the battle muted as she looked on in horror. I could fight back now, and she knew it. Logic and hunger became one, with only one goal.

Don’t let her get away.

But it was too late. With practiced ease, I lifted her off the ground. She floated up, a mere inch separating her hooves from the floor. But it was enough, because without contact, she couldn’t move. Without movement, she couldn’t fight.

Rage swept her indecision away. She kicked around like mad, trying to find some form of purchase. But she knew; she’d lost me. I was in control now. But now I had to think; I had to think hard and fast.

What do I do? Could I kill her? Holding her, even an inch off the ground, was immensely difficult. My concentration was strained to the limit. I doubted I could do any more then daze her at this point, no matter how hard I hit her against the wall. Her body would recover in an instant, and I would be defenceless. No, killing was out of the question.

I couldn’t go far like this; my body was using up too many resources simply holding her in place. I couldn’t fight, I couldn’t run. I had only one option.

“Octavia, I need you to calm down.”

Her rage turned to confusion. “What?”

“You need to listen to me. I might be able to stop you, but I can’t win this fight. So please listen. I… I’m still willing to be your slave. It’s my only way out alive unless I get really lucky. I’ll bring you the meat I have, and maybe after you eat, you’ll be willing to listen.”

She just stared at me, her mouth hanging open. Now that she’d stopped fighting me, it was a bit easier to move around. I made my way to my refrigerator, pulling out the cold pork chops and setting them on a plate. Of all the meats, pork chops are my favorite. I hate them, of course, but not as much as I hate all other meats. They were probably stale, old and disgusting, but they’d have to do. I looked down to the secret compartment I’d installed to hide the fruit at the bottom of my fridge, hoping I’d be able to come back later and make myself a tasty fruit salad.

I walked back into the bathroom feeling like I was walking back into the mouth of the crocodile I’d just escaped from. As I turned the corner, she stared at me again. In her eyes I could see nothing beyond confusion. I placed the meat on the floor in front of her and backed out. I matched her gaze as I put the door between us, but I left it open.

“I’m going to let you down now, but if you do anything besides eating those pork chops, I’ll pick you right back up.” I warned her. Still she said nothing, so I let her drop back to the ground. She landed on her hooves, her eyes unmoving, locked on my face.

“Why?”

“I can’t run, I can’t fight, and I can’t kill you. My only option is submission.”

She held my gaze as she slowly lowered her head and picked one of the pork chops up. As soon as her lips touched it, she tore into it ravenously, sitting down and losing all interest in me. She ate fast, finishing both pork chops in under a minute, and her eyes shot back up to my face. The battle was over, the hunger muted. It was replaced with a new battle, one of desire versus logic. Logic was dominating the field, and I knew she was ready.

“So, can we talk like rational being’s now?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Then I’ll ask you again; will you let me live normally?”

She shook her head.

“Wha’ but you’re- you’re not hungry, you should be thinking clearly.”

“I am. I never said you couldn’t live, but from this day forward, your whole life is going to change. You will live to serve me, and until I’m sure that you’ll never stand against me, that you’ll never try to run from me, until that day, I will never, ever let you out of my sight. Your life belongs to me now, and you’ll obey my every command if you want to keep it. Is this clear?”

I nodded in return. I knew this was for the best. I was losing my freedom, yes, but in exchange, I was gaining protection.

“Good, now then…” She left my sight for a second, returning with the magic inhibitor. “Come here and let me put this on you.”

I flinched but approached her anyway. This was what the rest of my life was going to be like, so I might as well get used to it. I lowered my head and she slipped the ring on, raising my head again with a hoof.

“Good girl, now come with me; we’re going to your new home.”

I pulled away from her with a growl. “Let’s get a few things straight here. First of all, I am not your dog, and I will not be treated like one. You will treat me as an equal. If you don’t plan on at least doing that, then just kill me now.”

She looked at me with a hint of a smile forming on her lips. “All right, I suppose I can do that much for my little pet.” I growled again, and she giggled. “You’re really not making a good case for yourself with all that growling; you sound like a dog. Come on, we can talk about all the rules at my house. And believe me; I will have a lot of rules.”

So now we’re at her mansion. The thing is huge! Now that we’re on the terrace, I can’t seem to fit it all in my field of vision. It has like 3 stories, and it’s wider than the club I work at, which can accommodate well over a thousand Vamponies on one floor.

“I live here alone with my two servants.” She said. “My parents’ house is bigger, but I told them that if they wanted me to go to this school, they needed to get me a house nearer to it.”

We were walking on a sort of half stone, half grass walkway, with flowerbeds lining the sides. “We’re pretty lucky; my parents wouldn’t have let you stay anywhere near me. My servants are much less strict, although we’ll have to sell the idea of us sleeping together to them.”

“WHAT?” I shouted.

“Hey! Tone those emotions down. You had better be back to your stealthy self by the time we get inside; if you think I’m going to let you throw away your life now that it belongs to me, you’d be wrong. Now, let’s go.”

I followed her with a fearful stutter to my step. She turned and glared at me, and I tried to correct my steps, with moderate success. She sighed and continued on.

“What did you mean by ‘sleeping together’?”

“I said I wasn’t going to let you out of my sight. If we’re in different rooms, you’re out of my sight.” She stated simply.

“But we won’t be sleeping in the same bed, will we?” She remained silent. “That’s a bad idea; I smell like pony in the evenings. You’ll be tempted.”

She sighed. “Fine, I’ll have another bed brought in to my room, but you’ll have to wear a leash during the day.” I began to protest, but she glared me into silence. “I’m not taking the chance of you trying to slip out under the cover of daylight. You WILL obey my commands, even if that means being treated like a dog at some points. And another thing; my servants are the two Vamponies I trust the most in the whole world, so if I ever have to leave you alone, you’ll stay one of them. This is not discussable, and if you try to slip away from them, I’ll have you leashed while you’re not with me. Are we clear?”

I nodded again. I had no intention to run, so it was a void threat. I knew if I did, she would stop at nothing to get me back.

“Good. Now behave yourself, and for Luna’s sake, don’t give yourself away.” She said as she pushed the door open. “Mark, get down here!” She shouted.

“I’m right here, milady.” He spoke from right behind the door, causing me to jump. Octavia shot me a death glare. “You are late; Brandon has been waiting in your love making room for an hour.” He turned to glare at me. “She hasn’t..?”

Octavia turned around and stuffed her plot in his face. “Does this look satisfied to you?” She growled. Mark didn’t even flinch, and I noticed his equipment remained sheathed. He was well trained.

“If I may ask, what caused your tardiness, milady?”

“No, you may not ask. I have a job for you; watch her.” She jerked her head towards me. “Bring her to my room and make sure she waits there. And by Luna I swear, if you take your eyes off her for one second…”

“I understand milady. Shall I inform Brandon of your impending arrival?”

“See that you do.” She turned to me. “As for you, we shall talk later. I have a date with a dick that I’ve been waiting for since I left this morning. You can wait for me with Mark.” She spun on her hooves and trotted up the stairs, shooting multiple worried glances backwards.

Once she’d finally turned the corner, I turned to Mark, who was glaring at me. He was a beige unicorn with a smiling face as his cutie mark. His mane was a dark blue, throwing his whole coat into contrast.

“Now listen here you; I forbid you to try and seduce that poor pony. Her parents are already really tough on her without you tempting her into breaking her chastity rule.”

I gaped at him, but in Vampony form, which basically meant a frown with lightly parted lips. “What are you talking about? I would never try and do that. And what do you mean chastity? She just said she was going to get boned by that Brandon guy. Come to think of it, you have weird names.”

He sighed and beckoned me to follow him. “How much do you know about lady Octavia?”

“I know she’s forbidden to have sex with any Vampony asides you and Brandon. I know she was forced to change schools because she broke that rule. I heard rumours she’s a decent musician. I KNOW she’s bucking smart. Oh, and she has some sort of libido problem.” I summarized.

“So you don’t know… Then allow me to tell you.

“On top of everything you’ve learnt, you should know that her parents push her very hard; so hard that she hates both of them. They expect nothing shy of perfection from her: perfect grades, perfect music, perfect behaviour. She’s only 18, and yet she must act as if she were 25. She has the talent to achieve all of her parents’ goals, but not the motivation. She just wants to be a teenager: bucking left and right, hanging out in clubs and doping gamma double Z. All these things are forbidden to her, of course. In fact, if it weren’t for her medical condition, bucking would be forbidden as well.

“On top of that, she just lost all of her friends; forbidden to see them. She’s not even supposed to make new ones. Although her parents’ didn’t say those words exactly, it was heavily implied.” He turned to me again. “You had better be good to her, or I’ll deal with you myself.”

I glared back at him. ‘If I had any choice in the matter, she’d be dead now. Consider yourself lucky, jerk.’ Was what I wanted to say, but I held my tongue. “Her story is sad, but I’m not going to be perfect because of it. If we get along, good, if not, too bad.”

He nodded. “I suppose that’s all I can ask for.” He opened a door. “And by the way, our names aren’t weird, they’re just foreign.” He waved me into the room, which I entered.

Octavia’s bedroom was nothing special. The walls were painted a dark, dull gray. She had a large, probably Princess sized bed, which would easily fit three ponies, four if it had to. I saw a vanity mirror and a makeup desk off in one side of the room and a large closet in the other. Why any Vampony needed a closet was beyond me, seeing as they never wore clothes; they only got in the way of lovemaking.

I trotted over to the bed and sat down. “So how long am I going to have to wait?”

“Not long, if I know my mistress. She’s not one to hold back in the bedroom.” He said before he got comfortable on the floor near the door and stared at me.

I sighed and flopped down on the bed. Then a thought drifted across my mind that made my heart skip a beat. Octavia had put a magic inhibitor on me. I listened for the sound of my heart, but it was silent as always. As discretely as I could, I sniffed myself and found that I still smelled like a Vampony. I didn’t feel warm or cold. Somehow my spells were still going, even with the magic flow being severed. I let out a silent sigh of relief and turned to look at my captor.

We sat like that for a few minutes before his ears perked up. “She’s coming to see you now. You must be something special, normally she goes for a second round. And by normally I mean she ALWAYS goes for a second round. She normally goes for a third, and sometimes a fourth.”

I nodded and waited. About a minute passed before she stormed into the room. “You, out. You, stay.” She barked, sending her other servant away. “Go out and find me a Vampony sized collar that can’t be removed by the one wearing it and a leash that’s long enough to reach from here to the bathroom. And get your brother to bring a second bed in here.” She instructed, still unhappy.

“Yes mistress.” He bowed before edging out of the room, shooting me one last glare. Octavia waited until she was sure he was gone before shutting the door and turning to me.

“You! You’re making everything so difficult. Now I can’t even get boned without thinking about how you might get away. You frustrate me to no end!” She shouted. “I should have eaten you, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about all this nonsense.”

I backed up a bit, fearful. “I won’t run away Octavia, I would never make it. I belong to you now. Please just believe me so I don’t have to worry about not waking up tomorrow night.”

She growled, not unlike I had earlier, and jumped at me, pinning me to the bed.

“Octavia!” I shouted fearfully.

“Now I’m still horny. You interrupted my bucking with your existence. I want to eat you so bad…” She trailed off. “I can’t even buck you, because if I do, I’ll eat you once your blood pools. Luna be damned.” She pushed herself off of me and walked across the room. I could smell her arousal in the air, and I tried as hard as I could to ignore it.

“Forgive me for not believing you. Now, for my terms: You will obey me without question and discuss my orders AFTER you’ve obeyed. You WILL wear a collar 24/7, and I will have the leash with me at all times. You will not make any more mistakes. You will come when called, and you will respect me. Are we clear?”

I nodded. This was clearly not the time to try and barter. “Maybe one day you’ll realise that I’m stuck and that running is pointless.”

“Maybe, but for now, you’re mine to command.” She said as she paced.

We stayed like that until the new bed arrived, followed shortly by the collar and leash. Both servants left the moment they had delivered their cargo, unwilling to feel the wrath of their mistress.

Once they were gone, Octavia took the collar and fitted it around my neck, tying it tight enough so that it wouldn’t pass over my head but not so tight as to cut off my breathing. She then tied the leash to the foot of her bed and clipped it on. “Alright, walk around so I can see just how well it works.

I trotted around in circles, waiting for her approval. She gave it and directed me to the bed, which I got in and tried to get comfortable. It was a decent size, big enough for two ponies if they squeezed in together, and it was pretty comfy too.

Across the room, I heard her slump down on the ground. “I’m sorry; I know this must be degrading, but it’s for your own good. If I have peace of mind, I’m less tempted to just put you out of your misery. You’ll feed me tomorrow; I’m just too riled up for anything tonight.”

I nodded to her. “So, I can go to sleep? I’m going to wake up tomorrow?”

“So far, I think so. We’ll talk more tomorrow; a lot more. For now, I’m exhausted, you’re exhausted, and I don’t want to end up killing you because you piss me off.” She proceeded to lock her bedroom door before climbing into her own bed and turning so she could watch me. “If you have to go to the bathroom, it’s right there.” She pointed to a door across her room. “Leave the door open if you do.”

“But you’ll see me-” I stopped as she glared at me. “Fine…”

“Good day, Vinyl Scratch.”

“Good day, Octavia.”

Author's Notes:

You know the drill.