Here’s an odd fact about me; my dreams are almost never pleasant. Maybe it’s the whole “last of my kind” thing, or the repressed behaviour, sexual frustration, raw fear, a combination thereof. I don’t really know which it is, nor do I care, but it’s safe to say I have very few dreams, and many, many nightmares.

That being said, on those very, rare cases where I DO happen to have a dream, it was followed on every occasion by a particularly horrible night. Seeing as the dreams are usually very lifelike visions of the past, waking up to the present is depressing.

Tonight was different, but not in a pleasant way. One second I’m safely asleep, dreaming of my father and the way he showed me my first real life DJ playing during hearth’s warming eve. We were in a bar, but it was still early, and they hadn’t begun enforcing the age restriction yet. The DJs were setting up, and he asked if they would be kind enough to show me their mixing tables. I got super lucky; one of them was an incredibly nice mare. She took me and sat me on a chair next to the tables, and then she started her set. I was in awe of how quick she moved; it was almost like she could combine two records at once, and they always flowed together amazingly, especially as she switched songs. She even managed to do it while answering my plethora of questions! “What’s this for? What does that do? What music is this? Why did you switch it like that?

Right as her set was ending, she asked me if I wanted to do the last switch. Well, of course I bounced over with an eager “yes!”, or five, so she sat me down on her back and talked me through how to switch the song over. She dumbed it down for me, having basically prepared everything already. All I had to do was put in the new vinyl.

But as soon as I touched, I felt the maddening feeling like there was a much better one right under it. So I took the second Vinyl. And I put it on. And I turned one of the knobs and pushed some of the little switches up.

It ended up being a huge and sudden drop in the music, and then out of nowhere the base just exploded into action. The vibrations were so sudden, I felt the DJ stumble, although she managed to land on her knees. It rocked the crowed, causing more than one pony to fall over. There was silence in the audience for a moment, and my face, I was told later, turned to red, my fur looked pink. Then, as a whole, the ponies all cheered and started dancing to the beat. Since most of them had been seated until that point, it was quite an achievement. It took the mare to congratulate me for me to realise they were cheering for, well, me. I got up on top of the booth, so they could see me, and another cheer rose from the crowd. That was the birth of dubtrot. I would never get the recognition for my actions, due to the apocalypse that began within the next year, but it was the proudest moment of my young life. Not because of the music, nor the cheering crowds, but because I got my cutie mark.

In real life, I went on to do a few more songs, the next DJ being nice enough to let me enjoy the spotlight for a few minutes. However, my dream ended right as the crowd cheered.

I woke to a painful pounding in my skull. I gasped, bringing my hoof to my forehead, but as soon as I moved it, my hoof burned like fire. I bit my tongue and barely managed to supress a squeal of pain. My hoof was killing me, like splintery wooden stakes were being pushed through, so I ripped off the bandage.

The whole cut-line was swollen and red and puffy. Besides the blaring pain, it felt swollen and it burned like fire. I took off the other one and saw the same thing mirrored on my other hoof, maybe even worse. Since it was tied to the bedpost, I would have to deal with the constant chafing, and it made me cringe. I gingerly replaced the other one on the bed, but the tiny bit of friction it caused made me gasp again.

I turned towards Octavia, worried that she might have woken. Luckily, she was either a heavier sleeper then I thought, or I wasn’t as loud as I sounded. And considering how painful the hammers knocking on my brain were, I think it was the second. I lay my head back down and groaned to myself; I should have been more careful with the cuts. I could almost see it playing out; once she found out, she’d rip into me like she did in the dream. A shudder breezed down my spine. There was no way Octavia would let me go out with this, and the small bit of medicine I had managed to smuggle after the conversion was long gone by now. Since Vamponies can’t get sick, they don’t have anything beyond bandages and slings; things for physical injuries. Oddly enough, Vamponies don’t have blood. Instead, they have a clear liquid that runs through their veins, independent of a heartbeat. They only have about a fourth the amount as a pony does blood, so it has to flow four times faster to make up for it. Each Vamponies’ is also highly acidic to every other Vampony, so even a tiny cut can be very dangerous. Vamponies have unnaturally tough skin and fur, so injuries are rare. Still, a cut jugular can “bleed” out in less than 30 seconds. It is arguably a Vampony’s other weakness, but since even a knife has trouble piercing them... Well, let’s just say I was thankful bandages were still required.

Of course, this didn’t help my situation. I had two infected wrists, and if Octavia found out; well, considering she almost ate me yesterday, and that she knows she won’t be fed as often, AND I’m now much more noticeable.

I’m so bucked...

No, she couldn’t find out. I would have to hide them. Yes, maybe they would disappear by the time she got sick of waiting. After all, they weren’t TOO bad. My body could probably fight it off before it was too late... I hope. I had to remain optimistic; I’m not dead yet.

I re-tied the bandages, leaving them a wee bit looser to try and alleviate my suffering slightly. I then lay in bed and tried to remember what little medical knowledge I had managed to salvage over the years. An infected cut could easily be dealt with if I had some antibiotics. Barring that, since antibiotics don’t exist anymore, alternating hot and cold compresses and draining the infected pus would help. Basically a bunch of very noticeable stuff that I couldn’t do…

Once again, my life was in the hooves of luck. I was getting pretty tired of not being able to control it anymore. I grit my teeth, and I would have shouted in rage, but obviously, that would have been stupid.

By the time Octavia woke, I had calmed down and was trying to ease my raging headache with some deep breathing and gentle massaging of the temples. She was in a good mood this morning, to my extreme delight. She even decided to un-cuff me before she left to top up on meat. “I think you deserve at least this much.” She said, a nervous smile on her face. “You’ve put up with a lot, especially yesterday… I trust you enough to not kill yourself while I’m gone.”

As soon as she left, I ran to the bathroom, crying like a foal at the intense surge of pain. The moment my hooves touched the floor, I almost fell. It felt like my legs were being raped by angry bee stingers. Once I made it to the sink, I tried washing them with ice cold, followed by mediocrely hot water. The cold water was nice and soothing, but once I turned on the heat, all I got in return were several suppresses shrieks of pain and quite a few curses. I switched back to cold as I considered what to do next. The bandages were probably contaminated, seeing as they were smeared with blood, so I put them in the medkit. Thinking ahead, I took my shower, torturous as it was, and applied my cologne before Octavia could get back. The less reason she had to look at my hooves, the better. I had just finished putting on the new bandages and was stepping out of the bathroom when the door opened.

Octavia came in calmly, her face as void of emotion as she could make it, but I could see the panic that had been in her eyes moments before. She trotted right past me, and I could smell the same thing I did every morning. I felt a throb in my privates as I eyed the white life-maker hungrily. I wanted it so badly, from a living pony of course.

She showered quickly, and was out in a flash, sniffing me up and down. “No smell, that’s a good first step.” The anxiety was back, full force now, and I cursed my bad luck. I was going to be trotting around all day. Not only would I be in mind-shattering agony, but I had to hide it from hundreds of Vamponies at once, as well as fend them off from my virgin flower, and keep my scent in control, as well as my lust.

And as if it wasn’t sobering and difficult enough, I saw Octavia trot over with the leash, clipping it into place and looking at me with serious eyes.

“Alright, we can do this. Now, remember, you’re playing the role of a submissive pet. If we’re lucky, the other Vamponies will just back off because they’ll assume you’re my property. If we’re not, they’ll hopefully presume you’ve lost your virginity to me and won’t be as interested. Worst case scenario, we can always leave.” She tried to give me a reassuring smile, but it failed completely, her eyes betraying her trepidation. “If you’re uncomfortable or anything, speak up. If you think they’re gonna jump you or that you smell or something, you tell me, right?”

I nodded, and she bought it. Of course, she had no idea my nervous frown was actually caused by something mostly unrelated, namely pain, and fear. I felt my hooves burn as we stood there, both of us waiting for some sort of untold signal to get moving.

She made the first move, eventually leading me towards the door. “Octavia, wait. What about the dress?” I asked. If any of the Vamponies saw bandages on my hooves, they would jump to conclusions. I’m not sure which type, but since injuries are so rare, it probably wouldn’t be good.

“Oh, right, of course. I had almost forgotten.” She said, her voice brusque. She unhooked the leash and tossed it to me. I stepped into the bathroom, momentarily relieving the pain from my hooves as I struggled to put on the bland material. Once it was on, I gave it a once over in the mirror. It would certainly serve its purpose, as I had noted previously, but the train that covered my rump would serve the dual purpose of aiding me in dissuading Vamponies as well as helping in our little lie. My schoolmates would probably see it as a form of control and domination, a master intent on keeping its pet to itself.

Or, so I hoped.

We left after I ate, passing the servants on our way out. It was the first time that I saw them since I had cut myself, and I adjusted my glasses nervously. Had they caught on? Did they suspect something? What about my dream? There was no incident, beyond a brief “Good night, Miss Octavia. Have a good night at school.” So I took it as a good sign.

My mask was back in place by the time we reached the learning establishment, and I was wearing the Vampony equivalent of suppressed discomfort. My hooves burned worse than ever, and I knew that I would need to find some sort of medical substitute before it was too late. I tried to subtly use the grassier parts of the path, to help cushion my steps. It didn’t help.

The moment we crossed the front door, all eyes were on me. Octavia was marching in front with her nose held high, leash firmly gripped in her teeth. Her steps were long and sweeping and graceful, and I couldn’t help but admire her acting skills. She must be terrified beyond comprehension.

Of course, I followed behind meekly, taking smaller, quicker steps and keeping my head relatively bowed. I never let the distance between us waver, slowing as she did, taking wider corners at a faster pace. I couldn’t hold back a small mental smile at my acting skills. Maybe we would manage it?

“Yo, Octavia!”
“Got some hot tail with you today, eh?”
“Can I use it?”

Well, so much for that…

Octavia quickly fended them all off. “Back off you horny simpletons. This one is MY pet, and I will NOT see her touched by any Vampony other than her master. Should any of you try and go against my will, I shall have you sued, and trust me when I say, the punishment shall be severe.” To my utmost delight, they all backed down, most of them grumbling annoyedly.

“Is she still a virgin?” one voice rose above the others, and to my amazement and horror, Octavia answered truthfully. I could almost feel the mental facehoof she gave herself the second after she spoke. Every set of eyes turned to me again, and I didn’t have any light spray this time. I could see it in their eyes; they were debating taking the fine for rape, which was pathetically low and involved no jail time. Luckily, with her stature and money, Octavia could make good on her threat, and would probably manage to decuple the fee, as well as sneak in a half year of jail time. Naturally, this was all hypothetical; if it was found out she was housing a pony, Octavia would be killed instantly. It was, however, a good dissuasive tool.

Of course, we didn’t just stand there. Octavia got between me and the stares, glaring them down one-by-one until the group began to disperse. The moment they were out of earshot, I got right up in Octavia’s face. “What the buck was that? You could’ve just saved us a boatload of trouble.”

She glared back at me. “Clearly you have forgotten that Vamponies lack the ability to lie on the spot. We will instinctively tell the truth if given mere moments to answer a question.”

My eyes widened. I’d never heard of that! I carefully filed it away in my brain for future use: next time I was put on the spot, I could assume the Vampony would take whatever answer I said as an irrevocable truth! Wow, that was a pretty interesting weakness.

Octavia was still glaring at me. “What? Do you think I know all these things instinctively? I was never told anything like that! Are there more weaknesses that Vamponies have which I should know about?”

She just shook her head. “We don’t have the time for this right now, and I don’t really feel like giving you any weapons against me. Here.” We had reached her locker. “Carry my things. It will aid the ruse.”

I had the oddest feeling she would have made me carry her books anyway, but I took them nonetheless. We proceeded to my locker where I grabbed my set of learning instruments for hunting and math. I was used to floating them into my bags, so it took a while to transfer them all with my mouth.

By the time we finally made it hunting class, the bell had rung. The teacher gave us a scathing glare as we entered, but didn’t try to assign us a detention. He knew Octavia would just get the principal to remove it.

The only desks still open weren’t next to each other. Of course, Octavia wasn’t having that. She bribed one of the students, who was very willing to switch places, and sat down at his desk. I dropped her books on it and sat down at my own desk.

Sadly, the desks were near the front of the class. That meant I had to deal with the constant stares from all the other students, most of which I felt roaming over my dress-covered behind. It also meant I had to deal with the teacher, who seemed to have it out for me as he called on me for practically every answer. Luckily, since I’m such a good student, I managed to answer every question.

The class passed well, with only one slip up. While the teacher has his back turned, I felt an itch develop on my chest. Subconsciously, my hoof stayed still, to preserve my illusion. The itch worsened, and I used my usual tactic, which involved dropping my pencil, to rub my chest on the desk in guise of scratching it. It worked perfectly, like it always had, but I had forgotten the importance of hiding my hooves. Since I couldn’t use my horn, I had to lean down and pick my pencil up with my mouth. While I was doing it, my dress slipped, and one of my bandages was revealed for a brief moment.

Never one to panic, I finishes the motion fluidly and sat back up, adjusting my dress as I went. Based on the angle and location of the exposure, I was pretty sure none of the Vamponies had seen my injury. Still, it was a troubling thought, and it was a part of my illusion I would need to remember from now on.

The bell rang, and I got up. The burning in my hooves, which had diminished during the class, returned full force, and I couldn’t completely supress the wince that came along with it. Luckily, Vamponies do wince. However, Octavia saw it, and her gaze hardened slightly. I quickly grabbed our things, trying to avoid her gaze as well as those of the Vamponies around us, who were brushing up against my butt and passing their own nethers to close to my face, tails swung to the side. One even tried to touch me, but had her hoof swatted away by Octavia.

We began walking to math, and we almost made it. Sadly, luck was clearly not our side tonight, as an orgy broke out right in front of the math class. Vamponies rushed by us, bumping us forward in their haste. I felt my heartbeat increase slightly as I was pushed closer and closer to the mass of writhing bodies, and I could tell a bead of sweat was forming. I tried to push back, but there were too many. To my immense relief, Octavia managed to duck into a nearby doorway, and she pulled me in next to her, saving me from being eaten alive by horny, hungry, crazy mutant ponies.

We waited until it was relatively safe before taking off in the opposite direction. Octavia rushed me into the bathroom, which was empty, thankfully, and flopped down on the floor. My brain was working slowly trying to expel what I had just seen from my memory so my blood wouldn’t start pooling, and I didn’t realise what she was doing until the scent hit me. I looked down for just split second, and then quickly turned away, trying to pretend I hadn’t just seen her furious masturbation.

She didn’t take long to finish, and after she had wiped herself clean, I pushed the door open, intent on escaping the lust-filled room. She yanked me back.

“Hey!” I spluttered, exasperated. “Come on, lemme out! It’s gonna make me horny.”

Octavia spun me around, pushing one of my hooves onto the counter. I almost managed to suppress the shriek of pain that accompanied it. Almost, but not quite. She took off the bandage, exposing my injured hoof.

“I knew it…” She said. Her eyes shifted to my face, and they were filled with rage and, to my immense surprise, the tiniest sliver of hurt. “We’re getting out of here, NOW!”

She put the bandage back on and slammed the door open. The shrieks of pleasure were still loud, so the orgy must still be in full swing. Finally, a lucky break. Octavia yanked me towards the exit, books and all. Only when we were a safe distance from the school did she finally stop. I could feel waves of anger pouring off of her, but she didn’t say anything. She DID buck a nearby wall, leaving two hoof shaped dents in it and causing me to eep and shy away from her.

She started up again, more calmly this time. It took me a minute to realise she wasn’t leading me to her house, but to mine. Instantly, my mind went into a panic. At my house, we would be alone.

She was going to eat me!

Author's Notes:

And another chapter smashed into your awesome daily routine by my brain.
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