I woke up the next evening to a burning stiffness crippling my body, and had to suppress a cry of pain.

I didn’t.

I quickly shook out my legs, feeling the cuffs still tied to the bed, and managed to get out a few of the kinks despite my limited mobility. My body still ached, but I tried not to let it show. That is, until I noticed that I was alone.

Octavia wasn’t in her bed. Lucky for me I suppose, since it meant I could let out few small cries of discomfort as I carefully twisted and turned, working out more of the kinks. Not so lucky was the fact that I was now unable to get off the bed… again.

So I waited, idly tapping my hoof on the mattress and watching the door. I was seriously regretting not having grabbed my Ipone, especially seeing as I was going to be spending a lot of time alone in Octavia’s room, but I reasoned that I could take it with me next time.

After a few minutes of idle tapping, which was boring me to all heck, I decided to do some thinking. Octavia had said she was unwilling to harvest fruit, and without my vitamin C, I’d die. So, I needed a way convince her it’s safe.

This led me to a dangerous path of thought; I COULD, in theory, take advantage of my need to eat and trap her out in the daylight, like she fears. However, doing so would require me to convince her of the exact opposite.

I decided to start by convincing her. After all, if I could get my fruit, I’d have the rest of my life to figure out a way to free myself. How hard could it be to convince one Vampony to go harvest fruit?

Sadly, once I heard the locks and tumblers start to open, I still hadn’t thought of a convincing argument beyond the fact that she’ll lose her source of blood, and she’d already told me that said argument wouldn’t be good enough.

Octavia trotted right past me again, straight to the shower, smelling of sex. Now that I was safely locked up, she didn’t have any issues leaving for personal reasons. I heard the water begin to flow, followed by several satisfied moans of pleasure.

She took her sweet time, as if mocking me with her re-discovered freedom while I sat like a prisoner on death row. I saw steam start escaping from under the door, and eventually I heard her moans escalate to cries of ecstasy, leaving me in no doubt of what she was doing in there and causing my already sore mare parts to protest violently against the lack of attention I was giving them.

A good ten minutes after the crescendo of moaning, I heard the shower shut off. A soaking wet, smiling Octavia emerged from a curtain of steam. Her eyes locked on me as she trotted over to her bed and untied the leash, taking it in her maw.

“Alright cutie pie, time to feed your mistress.” She said, almost prancing over to my bed to untie my hoof cuff.

I looked at her funny. “You’re in an awfully good mood today.”

She smiled at me, pretty big for a Vampony too. In fact, it was almost as big as a regular smile. “Why wouldn’t I be? I just got banged, had one of the best cuts of meat in existence, and I’m about to get the ultimate desert. The way I see it, I’m golden.”

Once my cuff was off, she gently tugged the leash to get me to my hooves. That made me upset. “You know, you can just TELL me to get up.”

“Yeah, but this is so much more satisfying. Now come on girl, let’s go get your cup and knife.” She actually laughed, and I stared at her with hatred.

“I liked you better yesterday.”

She ignored me, cheerfully prancing down to the kitchen, dripping water everywhere, and grabbing the glass, knife and a new rag before leading me to the music room.

Again, I was amazed by the sheer amount of instruments present. I wished that she had some turntables with dubstep or pop, or any of the good music that existed back in old Equestria, but sadly the instruments were only those one would see in an orchestra.

“Hey, where are-”

“My servants? Off to get your fruit, and I told them to take all night.” I noticed that she was already at the same desk we had used yesterday, carefully depositing the objects and reeling me in slowly.

“Wait, what about the walls? They’re still down.” I asked.

“I know. I said we have all night, didn’t I?” She said with a gleam in her eyes. I was about to ask for some clarifications when she pulled out two more wine glasses from under the desk, grinning viciously.

I’m pretty sure I blanched. I sure felt cold, as if all the heat had evaporated from my body as she went on. “I’m keeping them closed intentionally. I want to bathe in your scent and drown in your blood. Now, come to your mistress’s side like a good pup.”

I froze. She didn’t stop smiling as she yanked viciously on the leash, causing me to fall forward. I tried to get back up, but she decided to just drag me to her as she licked her lips.

“I’m going to enjoy tonight as if tomorrow could never come.” She sang. Once I was next to her, she pulled me to my hooves. “Get up before I punish you like the dog you are.”

I did. I found my footing, but I still felt cold, as if a spear of ice had pierced my chest and infected my whole body.

“O-Octavia…” I said.

She paused for a moment, looking at me. “Yes?”

I looked back at her, trying to formulate my thoughts. “Why are you doing this? You already own my body. You’re going to make me cut myself for the rest of my life, just to feed you some rare delicacy that you could easily live without. I’m probably going to lose years of my life due to the blood loss and the cellular reproduction that entails, and I’ll never get to live any of my dreams or wishes because I’ll never be able to leave your side. I’m as good as dead, with no life and no future. So why do you have to treat me like a dog? Can’t you have some sympathy? Can’t you at least be nice to me? I mean, I’m willingly giving you my life, just so that I don’t die, but hoping that maybe one day I can have some sort of reason to live for myself again, even if I’m still your servant. So please, please at least treat me with some sort of measure of respect…”

As I stood there talking, I watched as her face slowly faded from a happy-go-lucky smile to a neutral expression. When I finished, I stood there for a solid minute as she stared at me, and I her. A tiny frown formed on her face, and I waited. Then her eyes softened a bit, but her frown remained. It was a look that I had seen only a few times, but it always meant that same thing.

“I’m sorry…” It meant regret.

She pulled out a bench from under a piano nearby and patted the seat next to her. I sat down hesitantly, and she looked me in the eye.

“You’re right. That was way too far. You may belong to me, but I shouldn’t do that to you.” She paused for a second and then pressed on, her eyes slanting slightly for a Vampony determined face. “You’re a living, sentient creature like me. I hope you’ll understand that I won’t take the leash off, or the cuffs at day, or the added security, and you won’t get much privacy either. But I WILL do my best to treat you properly, like I would any servant. And I know it may seem like I mistreat Mark and Brandon, but believe me when I tell you that they’re the two Vamponies I trust the most in the world.”

I smiled at her, a pony smile. “Thank you Octavia. It means a lot to me.”

She nodded tensely. “After we’re done in here, we need to have a very serious conversation about tomorrow and the rest of your life.”

It was my turn to nod seriously. “Alright, we will. But um, I’m guessing you want to get this started?”

She nodded, a guilty smile returning to her face as she gently took the leash and walked over to the desk. “By the way, I wasn’t kidding about the whole “drown in your blood” thing. I want you to like, feed me so much that I get drunk off it.”

I looked at her with a flat expression. “You do realise I have a limit right? I’m not a bottomless barrel of blood. One glass a day is already pushing it, and I highly doubt I’ll be able to maintain that for very long, so don’t expect me to give you any more than that.”

“Fair enough.” She shrugged and pushed the knife over to me. I could see it in her eyes; she couldn’t care less about how much she got right now, she just wanted the damn stuff.

I moved the glass over to my side of the table, took the knife in my injured hoof and looked at her meaningfully. She got the idea and backed up again, but I saw her nostrils expand again. She really wanted it bad.

I decided it was best to just get it over with, so I ran the knife through my flesh. It hurt, like it did yesterday, but I was okay with it. I inverted my hoof again and let the blood leak into the cup.

When it was almost full, I inverted my hoof again, tying it off with the rag. I backed off like I had yesterday, but this time Octavia didn’t pounce on the cup.

She approached it slowly, and I saw her nostrils widen even more. Her mouth formed into a huge smile, and I saw her crouch next to the glass. She hovered there, letting the scent permeate the room, for a good minute or two.

Then she gently reached out and grabbed the glass, taking a small sip like she had yesterday. Hew whole body relaxed, and I saw her take a second sip. Then she, very slowly, put the glass back down. She left it on the table for another minute before picking it back up and drinking again. She repeated the cycle four times before finally draining the last of the blood, reaching inside with her tongue to lick the glass clean.

She then set it back down. I’m sure the scent of blood was still strong in the air. I couldn’t smell it, what with blood being pretty odorless, but she sat there, breathing deeply with a peaceful smile on her face.

I cautiously unbound my hoof, the blood having stopped its flow, and placed the rag in front of her. She snatched it up, burying her muzzle in it and licking it thoroughly. I backed away again and lay down on the bench, ready to wait as long as she needed.

It was probably somewhere around a half hour later when she finally dropped the rag in the glass. She turned to me and smiled. I didn’t know what kind of smile it was, so I just waited.

She trotted over to me, which made me feel a bit apprehensive, and brought her nose down to my freshly cut flesh, inhaling deeply. She was making me really nervous, but I stayed still and waited.

I saw her tongue dart out, quickly licking around the cut, but not actually touching it. I was pretty sure her venom would only spread if she bit me, but I still didn’t want to take any chances. Luckily, neither did she since she carefully avoided touching any of the open wound with her tongue.

I fidgeted a bit as she followed a thin line of blood that had leaked down my hoof. She was very thorough, breaking up the already-crusted up scab and then passing over it a few times so she got every little bit. I couldn’t help but notice that she was doing it in a very… sexual way.

My mare parts started to fill, and I tried to pull my hoof away. The moment I moved it, she caught me in her hooves, locking mine in place so she could finish her snack. I was starting to feel pretty stuffy, and I tried again, but my hoof didn’t even budge.

“Octavia…” I whined. “You’re making me… horny.” I felt so embarrassed. I mean, I was so deprived that I was being turned on my having my hooves licked! By a mare!

She pulled back from my hoof, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t realise you have a hoof fetish.”

“I do not!” I shouted, glaring at her. “I’m just do damn deprived that almost *anything* seems sexual to me! And just so you know, I’m straight!”

She waved her hoof offhandedly. “Sure thing sexy. It’s too bad too, since you would probably feel amazing, you know, being a virgin and all. And I’m the only Vampony who could ever get you off, what with me knowing your little secret.”

I stared at her with wide eyes. She was right! She could get me excited, because she already knew! “Oh my gosh, I…” I wasn’t sure. I mean, she was a girl, and she was holding me hostage, and the fact that she’d be touching very thin skin that barely separated her from a huge stockpile of blood would probably be too tempting to resist.

She was looking straight at me, a very sudden, very different hunger flaring in her eyes, and it worried me. She pushed me down on the bench so that she was on top of me and smiled at me, but it wasn’t a comforting smile. It was smile that told me she was hungry, and whether it was for sex or for blood wasn’t clear.

“N-no, Octav-” she put her hoof to my lips, holding them closed.

“Don’t worry my dear. You’ve gone far too long without somepony to satisfy your needs. Let me help you with that.”

She began reaching down with her hoof, but I managed to grab it, holding her back. She looked me in the eyes and glared. I shook my head desperately, trying to tell her without words that I was not ready, no matter how much my body said the opposite. I ignored the searing pain in my nethers and the mad desire to push her hoof to its destination. I ignored my heart, which was beating harder than it ever had before. I ignored the fact that I could easily have flipped her onto her back and ground my rear into hers.

And she stopped. She got up off of me with a sigh, smelling more than blood in the air now. “You’re only cheating yourself, but I’ll back off.”

I was lying on the bench, panting. I was completely turned on right now, and I couldn’t stop my hoof from drifting down my body to my moist slit. Octavia stared at me as I fought the need to masturbate, and I looked at her pleadingly. “Can you at least turn around?”

She gave a huge, dramatic roll or her eyes, but complied with my wishes. As soon as I had some semblance of privacy, I mashed my hoof against my clit. With how turned on I was, coupled with years of practice, I managed my best record ever, which I estimated to be just under a minute.

I lounged on the bench blissfully for a few seconds. That orgasm has been building for two whole days now, and it was heavenly. I would have kept lounging, but I heard a polite cough from Octavia and sat up, hiding my still-puffy lips with my tail.

“Are you done already? Wow, you really are depraved…” She said as she beckoned me to follow her. She already had the knife, glass and rag with her, and as we passed the door, she opened the windows to air out the music room.

“Don’t you worry that your other servants might smell the residue?” I asked her after we’d left.

“No. I don’t allow them in my music room. So long as we let it air out, there’s no reason they should smell anything at all.”

“What about the Vamponies outside?”

“None of them live close enough to catch anything but the absolute faintest smell, and at that point it’s so mixed in with the other scents that there’s no way that anything, even a Vampony, could tell it apart.”

I shut up after that. She dealt with the items quickly, washing off the blood from the knife and the cup and throwing the rag into the oven. After she was done, she brought both items back to her room, just like yesterday, and then took me to the bathroom, pulling out the first aid box again.

“You realise that these” I said as I pointed at the bandages on my other hoof. “will cause some suspicion, right? Especially if I keep getting a new set every day…”

She took off the old bandages, inspecting my hoof. The cut was healing, somewhat, but it was clear it would need at least a week, and probably a lot more before the red would be unnoticeable.

“Can we cut over the old spots?” She asked.

“No, if we do, it’ll take longer and longer to heal, and there’ll be permanent damage to my nerves. Plus, you know, it’ll hurt more.” I said as I cleaned out my newly cut hoof. “We need a different solution, alright?” She didn’t answer. “Octavia?”

I turned to see her looking me over, deep in thought. “Wait here, and don’t you dare move.”

She exited the bathroom and I heard the other door, the one that led to her closet, open. I continued cleaning out my hoof with a pretty good idea of her plan, and by the time I was tying the bandages, she re-appeared in the doorway.

“Get over here; I need you to try on some of my clothes. They should fit you, although they may be a bit big since you’re so small and skinny.”

I rolled my eyes, which I realised quite belatedly that she could see.

“Hey! Where are my glasses?” I shouted.

She pointed over to her nightstand. “You haven’t worn them for a while now. In fact, I don’t think you wore them since Friday morning when you took them off for bed.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? You realise there are blood vessels in my eyes right? Your servants could totally have seen them!” I said as I picked them up off the table and put them on, suddenly feeling much more comfortable.

“Well why did you forget them?”

“Um, I don’t know, maybe because I was freaking out over having been caught and almost eaten alive?!”

She glowered at me. “You better stop making all these mistakes. I’m starting to like you, like as a person, so don’t make me have to eat you, k?”

I glared back at her, although the effect was lost due to my shades. “How about you just…” I couldn’t really think of a comeback. It had been years since I got into a real verbal fight, and my old comeback had always been “stuff a cock in it?”. Sadly, that wouldn’t be as insulting now a days.

“Whatever, just show me these clothes. And I am not small, you’re just fat.”

She through a clothes pin at my face, and I swatted it back at her. “I am not fat! It’s not my fault earth ponies are stockier. Besides, you *are* pretty skinny. You barely eat anything, and meat puts more meat on your bones.”

I huffed and reached into the small pile of dreary dresses she had assembled on her bed. They all looked equally boring and colourless, but I picked one out that looked like it might fit without too much trouble.

The dress was a dull blue, unicolour. It flowed down my back and over my rump, covering everything. It was clearly one of the few artifacts from old Equestria, despite the colour. The front of the dress had sleeves for my hooves which brushed the floor. They might be a bit of a tripping hazard, but they would do their job. The material breathed well, so it wouldn’t cause me to sweat either. All in all, a good dress. There was only one major flaw…

“Octavia, this will attract a ton of attention. No Vampony would be caught wearing anything that covers their butt.” I said. “Your servants will suspect something.”

“It’s fine. The Vamponies at school already know you’re a prude, so they won’t think it’s too weird that you’ve got fabric on your ass, and my servants won’t ask questions. It’ll be *much* more difficult to get them to understand why you’re wearing a collar and a leash.” Octavia fired back nonchalantly.

I gaped at her. “What?” She asked.

“You’re gonna let me go back to school? No, more importantly, you’re gonna keep me on a LEASH at school? What the hell is wrong with you? Do you realise how amazingly embarrassing this is even when there aren’t any Vamponies around?”

She looked at me with a ‘you got to be kidding me’ face. “Why would you ever care what other Vamponies think of you? You don’t have any friends. You belong to me, which you will for the rest of your life. Even if I get comfortable to let you have a life again, it won’t be for years. I think a few weeks of embarrassment are worth it if you get to keep up your life and not just sit in my room all day, waiting for me to get home and let you out.”

“Or I could, you know, not be on a leash? Besides, we don’t even have all of our classes together. How a-”

“It’s already taken care of. I haven’t actually chosen my classes yet; yesterday and the day before were just trial runs. I’ll just pick all the same classes as you and we’ll be set.” She pulled my glasses off so she could see my eyes. “And you *will* wear the leash.”

I glared at her. She glared back. We both stood there glaring at each other.

“What am I gonna do about my job?” I asked her coldly.

“Quit it. You don’t need to work anymore; I have enough money to keep a whole family off the streets for several lifetimes.”

It was then that I saw that she wasn’t going to back down. I took my glasses and put them back on so she wouldn’t see the hurt in my eyes. “Fine, whatever…”

I guess that, up until now, I had been happy just knowing that I would live past the discovery of my ponyness. Now that she was going to bring me out in public, I couldn’t help but feel like my fate was sealed. It finally hit me. I was a slave! I was going to live the rest of my life as a slave to a Vampony. I was going to cut myself every night for her pleasure. My life was over.

I trotted over to my bed and lied down on it. “Hey, don’t get comfortable. We still need to go bring your fruit back to your house.” Octavia barked at me.

I didn’t hear her. As I lay in bed, I thought of all the things I was already missing out on because of the Conversion. I would never raise a family, nor would I ever be able to find a stallion to love. I didn’t have my parents or any relatives left, nor did I have any friends, and making them would only end in death. I was going to live with Octavia forever, and after school finished I would be stuck inside, doing the housework like Brandon and Mark.

My mind kept wandering, searching for something to grab onto, some source of joy in my life. When I couldn’t find one, it settled on a course of action.

Trotting towards me from across the room, Octavia was getting upset. She had been talking to me for a minute now, and when I refused to respond, she got annoyed. She had given the leash a firm tug, but when that didn’t do anything, she decided for more direct action.

She was almost on me, but I didn’t know. My mind was set, and with a quick, easy move I took off the bandage and re-opened my cut.

Now that I was aware again, I heard the distinct lack of movement behind me. I held my hoof up, the miniscule amount of light glinting off the red beads that were rolling through my fur. I’m pretty sure I could hear Octavia’s laboured breathing.

“Go ahead.” I told her. “You were right from the start. There’s no reason for me to live anymore. I’m a slave. A worthless, pathetic slave. I should have killed myself years ago, when I realised that I was the last one. I have no future, no reason to keep living. I have no family, and I’ll never be able to make one. I have no friends, no lover, and I’ll never make any. I can’t get any fulfilment in this new world; even my music, the reason for my cutie mark, doesn’t exist anymore. Honestly? I’m done. For eight years, I was happy because I could sit in my house and know that one day I might actually manage to… I don’t even know. I just had hope. But now it’s gone. I can’t even sit under the sun anymore. I used to see it every day, and I though its warmth was a promise for the future…” I trailed off, and then sighed. “Look, it’s over for me. Just eat me now. You gave me back my life, even if it was just for a few days, so you can finish me all by yourself.”

I think I expected Octavia to devour me on the spot, so when I didn’t feel her teeth immediately, I guess I just snapped.

“Hey you arrogant, self-centered, pompous bitch, I told you to eat me!” I turned to glare at her and saw that was just sitting there, watching me calmly. Well, that pissed me off even more, so I got up and marched right over to her, sticking my hoof right under her nose. “I. Said. Eat me!”

She didn’t even bat an eyelash. She just kept watching me. I tried to spy hunger in her eyes, but they were empty, devoid of any emotion.

I drew my hoof back. Fine, if she wouldn’t eat me, I’d beat her until she HAD to. I went to punch her, but she caught my hoof as easily as if it wasn’t moving. And still she remained silent.

I tried to punch her with my other hoof, to no avail. She just caught that one too. I tried to head-butt her, but she pushed me away, still keeping her hold on my hooves. I was getting really mad, so I kicked and bit and struggled and basically did everything I could to hurt her. I tried until my face was red and my whole body was sweating. The room probably stunk of pony and blood.

And still, she did not say a word, did not budge an inch, and did not bat an eye. She just stared at me with that look.

I wrenched my hooves away from her, and she let me go without a fight. I stomped on the ground in irritation, and shouted. I slammed up against the door, trying to bust it down, but all I got was a sore shoulder. I kicked at the windows, with the same result.

Finally I slumped down and cried. I didn’t know what else to do. My life was over, but I couldn’t end it. If she wanted to, she could keep me locked up in here forever. All she needed was a bit of fruit to keep me alive. I was worse than a slave at this point; I was a possession, an object. At least a slave could move around. I was going to be confined to this one room, serving as a faucet of blood. There’s no way she would let me out after that tantrum.

So I cried. I lay on the ground, curled up in a ball, and cried my eyes out. And the worst part, the most terrible thing, was that I felt a hoof on my shoulder.

She lay down beside me, like a mother would with its foal, and she held me tight. Even worse was the fact that I turned around and buried my head in her shoulder. I didn’t care that all this mess was her fault. I didn’t care that she owned me, and that as soon as I was done, she’d just lock me up. I didn’t care about anything, because the way she held me made me feel like she actually cared. Nopony had cared for me in 8 years.

Eventually, probably a good ten minutes later, I started to calm down. I think she felt it too, because she loosened her embrace. I held her tighter, silently begging her to stay with me. I don’t think she wanted too. I think she knew she was getting too attached, and that this was a bad idea for her, because she’d make a mistake. She wasn’t thinking with her head anymore, she was thinking with her emotions and her compassion.

So the fact that she didn’t pull away made all the difference.

Finally, when I was done crying, I let her go. It was nice while it lasted, but the truth was there. I was a slave, not a friend. She let me go too, but she didn’t get up. I looked up from her shoulder to see that she was still watching me, but in her eyes I saw unshed tears. She felt sorry for me.

“Years ago.” She began. “Before the corruption, back when I was a pony, my father told me a story. It was about two little fillies and a big bad Vampony.”

“The first filly was trotting through a city merrily and humming a tune. She didn’t have any plans for the day, so she was just exploring and having fun. By her side was her best friend, who was also a filly. Together the two followed the trail all the way to the edge of town.

“When they reached the edge, the pair came to a crossroad. Both paths looked the same, and the fillies decided it would be fun to split up and follow them both. So the first filly went along the left path, and the second took the right.

“The first filly followed her path for a few minutes. Then she turned around because she didn’t want to get lost and skipped back home, where the pair had agreed to meet. The second filly never made it home.

“There was more, but I don’t remember it too well, so I’ll skip ahead to then end. Basically, the first filly grew up into a mare, and had a nice family with a good husband and two healthy fillies. She told her children to always stick together when they were outside so they could protect each other.

“One day, the mare returned to the two paths where she had lost her friend. She followed the right path, like her friend had, and eventually she saw her.

“Her friend was sitting there, looking the same as she had all those years ago. That was back when we thought Vamponies were immortal. She smiled at the mare, showing off her fangs, and then she scampered off into the woods.”

Octavia looked me in the eyes. “The story can be taken to mean many things, especially the whole version, but my father told me what he though it meant. He told me that he would prepare me for as many eventualities as he could, the good and the bad, and he told me about right and wrong, and how it’s always better to do the right thing. But the story represents how two fillies, both good girls, could, by sheer luck, end up in two very different situations. He told me it meant that no matter what you do, luck will always have a say in your life.”

I looked up at her, my fur probably matted by the tears, and asked: “What does that have to do with me?”

“It means that the fact that you were discovered by me was luck. It could have been any Vampony, but it was me.” She patted my head. “And I have a strange feeling that it was good luck.”

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