Fucking Vamponies

>It’s day... or rather night 211 in the castle of the equine nation known as Equestria.

>The whole land seemed to be something out of a fairy tale, as it’s filled to the brim with arcane secrets and beasts so magnificent that earths most alien fauna is put to shame.

>It has been a surprisingly languid journey from your first frightening and confusing day to now, almost 8 months later.

>Your new hosts had been incredibly kind and accommodating. Not once have they ever lashed out at you, whether it be in confusion or frustration. In fact, they had been so kind and trusting that at first you had suspected some sort of trap.

>But it all turned out well, much to your relief.

>The only negative part was that as the only human in Equestria, you were placed under a protection act for endangered species. This means that you had to have a guard tail you in public places.

>It’s annoying at times, but still tolerable.        

>You step out of your bed and stretch with a mighty yawn. For whatever reason, the ambient magic in the air has reversed your sleeping cycle, meaning you find it much more restful sleep during the day and be active during the night.

>Princess Luna seemed fine with the turn of events. She’s glad that the resident alien is nocturnal like her, though you swear it’s just so she can childishly hold it over her sister’s head.

>You couldn’t say that you minded too much either, although the Equestrian nightlife is somewhat sparse, the atmosphere of the land greatly made up for it.

>The ever different constellations, courtesy of the lunar alicorn, and almost total lack of light pollution makes the backdrop of everywhere you go simply breathtaking.

>’Knock knock!’    

>You turn to the door of your suite-like room. Although you are required to have a guard or two in public, they tend to seek you out instead, like they did just now...

>The door swings open him on oiled hinges to reveal the smirking visage of a nightguard mare.

>Like the others of the nightguard core, she has charcoal gray fur that extends into tufts on her chest and the tips of her ears. Her slitted eyes, the same color as gold coins, lock their fond gaze onto yours. Finally, folded at her sides are a pair of leathery, bat-like wings.

>At the moment, she is devoid of the indigo armor that Luna’s troops typically sport.

>”Anon,” she she greets with a grin, before slowly sauntering up to you.

“Umbra. I thought tonight was your night off?” you ask as she hops up on your bed and makes herself comfortable next to you.

>Once she’s up close, you can see the subtle differences that set her apart from her peers.

>Her fur has a noticeable luster, her eyes shine and seem especially attentive, her ears swivel around at sounds you can’t seem to hear, and her muscles are slightly more toned than other night guards.

>All of those little improvements are probably because of you...

>”Oh, it is,” she confirms jovially “but what else would I do other than spend time with my favorite human?”

“Umbra, I’m the ONLY human here...” you deadpan.

>”Well, that just makes you even more special!” she says as she raises a foreleg and somehow manages to pinch your cheek with her hoof.

>You just give her an unimpressed stare in return.

>She playfully rolls her eyes. “Alright you grump, I’m technically on overtime if that improves this any.”

>Umbra makes to say more, but is cut off by her stomach loudly growling.

>Her eyes widen and she blushes a light pink in embarrassment. “Heh, I think I forgot to have breakfast before coming here. My bad...”

“Riiiight, you so conveniently,” finger quotations “forgot to eat before seeing me. What are the chances of that?”

>You idly wonder why you keep this up. Umbra is just going to get her way as usual.

>”I was in a hurry because I wanted to see you...” she mumbles self-consciously, making a pang of guilt run through you.

>You sigh and rub your temples. It’s too early for this.

>She set you up. Just like she does every time she sees you.

>Resigned to your fate, you shift your legs around and get comfortable before turning your head to the side.

>Umbra wastes no time and clambers into your lap, her sad face replaced with a beaming smile.

>A smile that reveals two long, pointy fangs. The things you do for friends...

>”Anon, you are just too kind, you know that?” she asks as she nuzzles herself into the crook of your neck, tickling your chin with her soft, short cropped mane and filling your nose with the scent of lilac.

“You owe me, and I won’t forget it,” you warn her halfheartedly.

>”Hmmm... that’s fine with me...” Umbra replies, her voice little higher than a throaty purr.

>With her muzzle against your exposed neck, she inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your flesh, and more importantly, what lies beneath it.

>As you found out from your first month here, all of Luna’s guards...

>Umbra smiles again, once more showing off her gleaming teeth.

>...Are vampires...

>Her whole body lets out a few brief shivers of anticipation against yours, a reaction that she’s had ever since the first time.  

>Her mouth opens, and she gives a long, testing lick to the artery on your neck, before quietly smacking her lips and shivering again.

>With excruciating slowness, she lowers her mouth to your bared neck, unhurriedly sinking her pearl white fangs into you.

>You flinch at the brief flare of pain, but otherwise dare not move. You hope beyond all hope that Umbra doesn’t see your heated face. It’s bad enough that she insists on doing this to you, so you’ll never let her know in any way shape or form that you enjoy it as well.

>For some unfathomable reason, humans can’t be turned by pony vampire bites, and human blood is apparently many times more appetizing, filling, and nutritious than anything else available. You’re silently thankful.

>It’s... different. Different knowing that you have something that the night guard wants so badly, and that she has to take it directly from you. If you were a cruel man, you would deny her just to see her squirm. But you could never do that even if you tried.

>She’d never let you live any of it down.

>The batmare stifles a moan as she drinks your precious lifeblood, her eyes fluttering and body slowly going limp.

>You wrap your arms around her to keep her held up, letting her cool, plush-furred body rest against yours as she takes in her fill.

>Your heart is beating a mile a minute, whether it’s from being fed on, or just yourself, you’re not sure. You hope that Umbra is too zoned out feel it.

>She takes an especially large gulp, making you the slightest bit lightheaded, but you shake it away as to not fall over.

>Her eyes slowly become unfocused. Before long, it’s as if she’s in a bliss induced trance.

>You and her remain there, each holding tightly to the other for what seemed like hours, but is in reality less than ten minutes.

>Finally she pulls away from you, leaving two slowly bleeding holes in your neck that she absentmindedly licks until the blood stops oozing out of them.

>Even when done, she doesn’t bother to move out of your lap, but rather opts to lean against you as she digests her meal.

>Pushing the heat away from your face, you look down at Umbra with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re a real pain in the neck, you know that?”

>She lets out a low laugh and looks up at you, gold eyes twinkling with mirth. “How long did it take you to think up that one?”

 

 

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>Hovering just outside the window, A pair of red-faced night guard pegasi ponder over what they just saw.

>Did Sergeant Umbra just FEED on the resident human? And he’s fine? No turning? No freaking out?

>But most importantly, Umbra looked like she was drinking an orgasm the instant she stuck him with her fangs. Is human blood that good?

>The pair share quick a look. Somep0ny needs to know about this.