A few weeks passed and I stared off my new balcony at Ponyville, after the bog I had started to build up as much magic as fast as possible, including starting my clay mines for my clay army, plus several other things.

I had made my cottage into a basic mansion with three stories and a large balcony on the top, a large pool was in the backyard, a high stone wall outlined the property line, so things just couldn’t walk onto it easily.

“Hey!” Pinkie Pie shouted at my front gate. I snapped my claws and the gates opened letting her inside, and closing behind her with a loud bang. She turned around and started to get nervous. I jumped off and landed in front of her making her back up.

“Hey,” I said and she looked at me a little scared. “Please come inside, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while now.” She followed me inside my house.

During the few weeks, I tried to call her and each time she dodged me, or just refused to talk to me. It wasn’t until I mentioned wanting to plan to do a party, that she finally decided to came over.

“So what kind of party did you want?” She asked looking around my first floor. It was much large than before, almost six times as large. It was no longer a bedroom, the kitchen was to the left of the front door, with a sofa area and dining room table which took up a large area ending by the stairs. A bathroom was off to the right side of the stairs, the rooms were upstairs along with a library on the top floor.

“Oh I didn’t want a party, just to talk to you.” She turned around as the front door locked completely. She turned to me backing up. “What are you?” I demanded to know.

“What?”

“What creature are you? You’re not pony, that’s clear, I don’t have a clue of what you are.” She looked around nervously. “This house is built withstand even magic bombs, you can’t escape it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m a pony!” She said nervously, defensively and scared.

“Then why are you so scared? You’re the only one which is scared of me, and that only started happening after the bog, actually that only happen after you came back. You knew about my magic, but till you noticed I noticed something different, you were fine. So my power can’t possibly be why.”

“I am a pony!”

“Really then.”

“Let me go or I'll tell Twilight.”

“Really.” I chuckled lightly. “Do you really think you’ll be able to leave?”

“I, um.” She ran into my bathroom and slammed the door. I went over to the door hearing her throw up.

“Are you alright in there?”

“Please let me leave.”

“Tell me what you are and I will.” She threw up some more. “Do I need to take you to the hospital, you don’t sound well.”

“Maybe, I’m really not feeling well.”

“How long have you not been feeling well?”

“Just today and yesterday, it’s nothing big really, just a stomach flu. I'll be fine in a few days, after some rest.”

“So you can get sick, that’s good to know.” She started the sink probably washing out her mouth. “But what are you?”

“I’m a pony!” She shouted.

“Really, then why don’t you have a heart beat?” There was silence.

“I have a heart beat.” She said with a hint of sadness. I opened the door and looked at her as she turned around scared.

“Then let me hear.” She stepped back into the wall.

“I don’t need to prove anything!” I went up to her and pressed my head to her chest, I could hear a faint heart beat, but it was one beat every three seconds. She looked at me scared and biting her lip. “Let me go please.”

“What are you?” I pressed her neck and she flinched. Her insides were the same as a pony, but different at the same time, like she wasn’t quite made of the same stuff, harder, denser, yet lighter. She would be faster and stronger.

“Why do you want to know?” She asked and I sat down in front of her.

“You scare me.”

“What?”

“I can’t feel your life force, I can feel everything’s life force, you’re alive so you have to have a life force, and even if you didn’t. You have all kinds of things inside of you that are alive, which I should be able to sense.”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

“Then I'll see what Twilight knows.”

“No!” She bit her lip knowing she shouldn’t have said that. It meant she hadn’t told anyone about it, and she didn’t want to. She was hiding something from all her friends, and she really didn’t want it to be found out.

“Tell me.”

“I’m a, um, vamp-pony.” I chuckled.

“No way, that’s a cliché.”

“Okay.” She said slowly.

“Tell me the truth, I know you’re not a vamp-pony, I’ve met vamp-ponies before and you don’t burn in the sun light. You’re something else if you don’t burn in the sun light, also I can easily sense vamp-ponies. You are not one of them, so what are you?”

“I don’t know!” She shouted. I paused, she wasn’t lying, I could hear it in her voice, she wasn’t lying.

“That’s not funny.” I got up and walked out of the bathroom. “Get out of my house and go somewhere else.”

“What?”

“You’re not nearly as interesting as I thought you would be, so leave.” I unlocked the door opening it.

“That’s not funny, you believe that I don’t know, but you don’t believe I’m a vamp-pony, how does that make me not interesting? Wouldn’t that make me more interesting? I mean wouldn’t that be something you would want to know?”

“Nope, because if you don’t know, then I don’t need to know. I thought you would be some powerful creature hiding as a pony, but it just turns out your something that is basically a pony, but faster and stronger. Not important for me to know.”

“I have fangs.” She smiled showing her teeth, they were sharp teeth. “I can also teleport without magic.” She appeared next to me. “Oh I can also walk on the ceiling.” She walked up the wall looking down at me.

“Get out because that’s boring, I can do that.” I walked up to her and she looked at me a little surprised.

“Um, I can bite.”

“Yeah and?”

“I have a ton of energy!”

“So?”

“Um, I can hold my breath for a long time, inflate and deflate my hair. I can also see in the dark! Oh I can throw mad parties, and I can’t get drunk, my wounds heal really, really fast to, oh and I can handle pain well.” I pinched her, making her let go and fall onto my sofa. I sighed rubbing my temple a little. “Hey!” I dropped down making her yip.

“So what? That’s stuff I can do, well maybe not the hair, and the parties.”

“See I’m interesting, I can also make really good sweets!” I sat down on a sofa across from hers. “So you won’t tell any pony right?” I paused. I hadn’t even thought about it, I had just uncovered her huge secret, and I didn’t care about something she was scared of.

“Of course not, there would be no point to tell any pony, and what makes you think Twilight and the others would even care? You do all kinds of wacky things all the time, there would be no point in you being afraid of them. They’re your friends, they’ll understand.”

“No they won’t, I-I drink the blood of animals.”

“What?” I asked now interested.

“I thought I was a vamp-pony, but when you told me I wasn’t, and that you had actually met vamp-ponies, well I don’t know any more. Please I’ve never told any pony about this, help me, I’ve been so alone.” I stared at her.

“You do realize, you’ve just told a dragon, you know little to nothing about, everything I would need to know, to abuse the information you just gave me, right?” She went a little pale realizing it, and blushing.

“I-I just thought.”

“First of all I’m not that kind of dragon, your trust is more than enough for me, so don’t worry.” Well for a while it would be.

“Really!” She said smiling.

“Of course, I only know a select few creatures which require blood, normally you would get sick if you drank blood.”

“If I don’t drink blood, then I get sick. It’s been a week or two since I last did, I guess I really can’t live without drinking it.” I reached across and pulled her over to me sitting her next to me. “What are you doing?!”

“Here.” I held out my wrist. “Drink my blood, it’ll help me to get a feel for what kind of creature you are.” She moved back and I rolled my eyes. I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to bite onto my arm, I moved my scales and she bit into my vain easily.

She pulled my arm close drinking a lot of blood, with my magic at this point it would take me months to run out, and even then she would have to take a lot more than a few pints in a few minutes to keep up. She stopped looking at me with tears in her eyes.

“W-why did you make me do that?” She asked as tears went down her face. “I don’t want to drink blood, but I need to!” I pulled her close.

“I know, you can’t kill me from drinking my blood.”

“What?”

“Magic healing, I’m constantly regenerating. You can drink my blood whenever you’re thirsty. I would rather it be me then some other pony, or anyone you care about. Also I got a pretty good idea what you are.”

“What?” She pushed me back looking at me, her tears quickly dried.

“Well you’re clearly not a vamp-pony, you’re either an angel pony, demon pony, or one of three others.”

“Angel pony?”

“Yeah, a race of ponies which were the first to sprout wings, they were all white, and to grow wings they had to drink blood. Then the demon ponies were the first to grow horns on their head and learn magic.” She paused. “Of course that’s my world’s logic, I’m not sure if this is your world’s logic.”

“Oh, and the other three?” She asked a little too egger.

“Well then there’s just you’re a mutant.” She frowned and I chuckled making her smile as well. “Not likely, but not impossible. Then there’s the laughing death, it’s a creature which will make any pony laugh so hard, that it is able to suck their life away. I would say that’s the most likely thing because you’re always so cheery.”

“I only act like that because it’s fun, and others love it.” I smiled.

“Good, because you would only devolve slowly, and then everything would start to become food for you. Your breath and smell would make any pony start laughing. Ponies wouldn’t be able to get within ten yards of you without busting a gut.”

“That’s horrid, and the last one?”

“The last one is a vamp-pony which has mutated, other than that nothing, I can’t think of anything else.”

“I hope I’m an angel pony!”

“Yeah me to, if you weren’t, well that would be really bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well how long have you fed on blood?”

“Since I got to Ponyville.”

“Not since you were born?”

“No.”

“Then you’re not a mutant, which leaves four left, if you’re not a vamp-pony then that leaves the three, have you been trying to do magic? Or trying to fly? What creatures do you feed on the most?”

“Um, any I can sneak away from Fluttershy, I don’t do it often, I’m really ashamed of doing it.”

“Do any of them laugh while you kill them?” She went a little pale.

“No,” she said as tears went down her face. “They beg me to stop with their little scream, but I can’t stop, it’s so sad, I always cry afterwards.”

“Then angel pony or demon pony are really all that’s left, if you were a laughing death your parents would be as well.”

“They didn’t laugh very much, well I once threw them a large party and they laughed then, it made me really happy.” I smiled.

“Good, then not a laughing death, laughing deaths literally need blood to live and they wouldn’t stop making others laugh. They would also be extremely happy all the time, they are very funny.”

“You’ve met one?”

“Met a pack of them a long time ago, they had drained a village dry. The order came down to exterminate them.”

“What?!”

“Oh they had no excuse, Queen Luna had offered them another way, but they refused and kept killing. There was actually a few that took the offer and were really good. They lived for a long time, till, something else happen.” I sighed.

“That’s good.”

“So angel pony or demon pony.”

“I’ve never tried magic.”

“Well you did magic, teleport for me.” She teleported around and then back next to me on the sofa. “Now I’m not sure, you have both qualities of both of them.”

“Oh.”

“Try pushing out a horn or wings.”

“What?”

“You took plenty of blood to grow either of them. Try growing one of them, you should be able to after a few years.” She closed her eyes and tried to push out both of them going red in the face. “Stop, stop, you’ll only hurt yourself.” She let out a breath making me laugh.

“It’s not working.” She was starting to panic.

“Give it time.”

“But I don’t want to feed on blood anymore!”

“Actually you would have to drink a lot more if you grew wings or a horn.” Her eyes went wide. “You would have to for at least a few years.”

“And you were trying to make me drink more!” She shouted mad.

“Like this you’ll have to for the rest of your life, so, in the long run you’ll drink a lot if you didn’t grow wings or a horn.”

“Oh.”

“Are you thirsty?”

“I don’t want.” I made her bite me again and she drank more. Tears ran down her face crying. “Stop, don’t make me drink more.” I forced her to drink more and she pinned me down her eyes becoming something like crystal.

“Thirsty.” She stepped back.

“Please stop me.”

“Nope.” I moved the scales on my neck cutting my skin with magic and she went forward biting into me and drinking.

“What are you doing?!” Trixie shouted and Pinkie jumped over the sofa panicking.

“Knock much?” I asked a little annoyed.

“Sorry, was she just biting you?”

“Yep.”

“Don’t tell her!” Pinkie said panicked looking over the sofa.

“Is she a laughing death? I always had the nagging feeling she was one, she was just too annoying not to be one.”

“What?!” Pinkie shouted. “You knew?!”

“Not that you drink blood you sick pony.” She set some bags down. “That’s very sick, but I’m not one to complain. It’s not like I haven’t had to drink blood on the field of battle to not die of thirst, but.”

“What?!”

“It’s better than water, maybe doesn’t taste good or go down well, but after a while I got used to it having to choose between blood and my own piss, I would rather choose blood any day of the week.”

“Oh yeah you’re from his world, I forgot.” Pinkie said getting up.

“Anyway don’t worry about it, one of my best friends was a laughing death, she saved me a lot of trouble. Saved me a few times, gave her life to save me, I was sad. So you guys hungry?”

“You cook?” Pinkie asked and Trixie laughed.

“Of course I cook!” She said a little annoyed.

“Just not as good as me.” I said getting up.

“No I’m, um full.”

“Get over to the table and sit down, or I’m going to mouth feed it to you.” Pinkie blushed and appeared sitting down at the table.

“How much blood can you drink?” Trixie asked.

“How much blood can I drink?”

“If you’re a laughing death a few pints, what else are you considering?” Trixie asked as I went up behind her. She nuzzled me a little bit.

“Angel or demon.” She chuckled.

“So wouldn’t have guessed that, a few gallons if she’s one of those.”

“She thought she was a vamp-pony.” Trixie laughed.

“Really, you thought you were one of those things?” Pinkie Pie frowned. “Those things are disgusting. I mean really who wants to be a thing that has to be an Emo, an albino, which by the way has really bad eye sight. Oh and let’s not forget that you stink of the dead, it doesn’t go away!” Pinkie Pie smelled herself.

“Don’t worry you smell like strawberry.” I said comforting her.

“Oh good, I haven’t washed in a few days.”

“What?!” Trixie shouted and she picked up Pinkie with magic. “I will not have an unwashed pony in my house, we are taking a shower!”

“Careful she bites.” I said snickering.

“Thank you.” She took Pinkie to the bathroom and the shower started making me chuckle imagining Trixie scrubbing her clean.

Trixie was a clean freak, she couldn’t handle dust let alone dirt. While she wasn’t afraid of dirt, she wouldn’t allow for any amount of it to get inside her home, or more our home as I had to explain to her.

I started making food for Trixie and I pausing when I made a bit too much. If Pinkie was a laughing death that could be extremely helpful later, and laughing deaths were deathly allergic to cotton wood. If she was then it would be confirmed, if not, then she wasn’t for sure.

“How long you going to be?” I called.

“A while!” Trixie said as if she was lifting something heavy. A few bangs followed along with a muffled scream. “Maybe five minute!” I chuckled. We had rope all over the place, I just never realized why till now.

“Just don’t kill her!”

“I won't!” I opened a drawer and pulled out a root of a cotton wood tree. I bent it dripping a few drops into a small bowl and then mixing it with a bit of milk and rice. If she was a laughing death this would make her start coughing. There was no other creature on the planet that was allergic to it, in fact to ponies it was like drugs.

I set everything up and Pinkie ran away from Trixie hiding behind me, both of which were perfectly clean. I chuckled a little padding her on the head. I picked up the small bowl and held it to her.

“Eat this.”

“Milk and rice?” Pinkie asked.

“I put cotton wood root drip into it, if you’re a laughing death then you’ll cough, if you’re not, well it’ll make you warm and feel good.” She ate it and paused. She looked at me and frowned.

“No difference.” She said.

“You don’t feel even a little bit different?”

“No.”

“That’s impossible.” Trixie said.

“Why?” Pinkie asked.

“Well that’s like drugs, how much did you put in?”

“Three drops.”

“Whoa.”

“Is that impressive?” Pinkie asked looking at Trixie a little worried. I felt her head and she still felt cold.

“Very, you should feel good for three hours at least.”

“Well she isn’t a laughing death,” I started. “But give it time, let’s eat first and then we can figure out it later.” I thought while we ate, I had no clue what she was, that single hoofiedly knocked out every choice. Even the oldest vamp-pony would have felt good from it, even a hyper pony like Pinkie would notice the difference. “I give up.” I said finishing my food and picking up my plate, going over to the sink and start washing.

“What?” Pinkie asked.

“I have no clue what you are, I don’t even think you’re a pony at this point, I mean if you were a.” I paused. “No that’s not possible.”

“What?!”

“No never mind, that’s crazy, right?” I looked at Trixie and she stared at Pinkie.

“That would explain a lot.” Trixie said.

“No, that’s impossible, she looks pure pony. She would at least have a white mane if she was.”

“They are myth so.”

“WHAT!” Pinkie Pie shouted.

“A Spring Winter pony.” I said.

“A what?”

“The rarest pony to ever exist, they are known for the ability to have absolute control over everything. They showed the pegasi of my world how to control the weather, they were remarked as the most powerful ponies to every exist. They were the first to move the sun and the moon, and taught the unicorn to do it.”

“What?”

“They are rumored as myth and legend. In fact I’ve never met one, they are said to be as bright as the spring morning, but as cold as the winter night. Be able to control and use magic without any horn. Able to bend space and time to their whims, and even rewrite history to their liking. They are able to speak to the creators of the world.”

“Oh I can do that.” I paused as another Pinkie appeared next to me. I looked at the other Pinkie.

“Hey other me, I got to go be you now.” She walked into thin air disappearing.

“I always love that Pinkie.” I looked at her.

“Pinkie logic.” Both Trixie and I said at the same time. Pinkie logic was an answer to many of the things Pinkie did, and this time it was perfect.

“So wait why would I need to drink blood?”

“It is said,” Trixie started. “That they need sacrifice to sustain them, that if a pony is able to sacrifice themselves enough then the Spring Winter will become attached to the tribute and basically become their slave willingly.”

“Really.” I went over to Pinkie and she looked at me blushing a little, being really close to her face.

“Can I kiss you?”

“What no.” She said, but she didn’t move back.

“Darn, I know everything about anything else, but I have no clue how to deal with a Spring Winter!”

“Well kiss her or something,” Trixie said. “I’m sure she would be some help.” I looked at Pinkie blushing a little, but she wasn’t moving or backing away, just staring at me with expecting eyes.

“No, I wouldn’t do that, but she is going to come here from now on when she gets thirsty, I can’t have you killing little animals, it’ll bring up questions, that you don’t want to answer. The Spring Winters were wiped out for a very good reason. They went mad with power I think, I’m not entirely sure, but I do know they don’t exist now because of something.”

“Oh.” She looked down.

“It’s best we not mention this to any pony, I’m pretty sure Princess Celestia would do something if she found out. I’m just not sure what, so make sure Twilight doesn’t find out.” I rubbed her head a little. “She would tell her from what I can see.”

“I won’t then.”

“Good, now you can find your way home, and if anyone asks I wanted to show you around my house.”

“Alright, thank you!” She ran out of my house.

“A Spring Winter.” Trixie said sitting down and I chuckled.

“She’ll be mine soon enough, I don’t need to rush it, she’s do more for me than she ever could realize.” I grinned going over and shutting my door.