>You are forcefully ripped from a peaceful sleep as the heavy stone lid to your coffin is pealed back.
>"Wakey wakey Count Anonymous!"
>Guess it's time to wake up already.
>How long were you out for?
"You've been in there a month, ya sleepyhead."
>Wha— oh, right.
>Mindlink.
>With a (sharp) toothy grin, Vinyl effortlessly hoists you out of the coffin and holds you to her chest like a mother holding a newborn baby.
>Her eyes glowing red in the pitch-black darkness of the crypt, she beams down at you.
>"Do you know what tonight is?"
"We gonna fuck?"
>"No! Well, yes, later on, but no! It's Halloween tonight!"
>She twirls around with you in her arms, her eyes glowing deeper as she does so.
>Doing a dip, she presses her lips to yours, and you waste no time returning the gesture.
>When she pulls back, she bites your lower lip a little bit, drawing some blood, which she licks up before the wound quickly heals.
>Vampire healing. Gotta love it.
>Hopping out of her hold, you dust yourself off and close your eyes.
>Furrowing your brow in concentration, you feel a small vibration in the crown of your head and open your eyes.
>It's not pitch black anymore. Everything now has an orangish-hue. Not a shadow in sight.
>Old, dusty stone coffins covered in cobwebs surround the two of you. Off in the corner sits a rotting wooden table with two dilapidated bookcases filled to the brim with old tomes on illicit sorcery and magic, and in the corner opposite to that is a pile of Vinyl's DJ equipment.
>Vampiric night-eye. Gotta love it.
>"Man, you're getting a lot better at that."
"Well, I do have a good teacher."
>"Damn right you do."
>Your joints snap and pop as you stretch.
>Even as a Vampire, your fucking arms and legs still feel like shit after sleeping on hard slabs of stone.
>You don't love coffins, that's for damn sure.
>No idea why she insists on the two of you sleeping in coffins. A nice warm bed would be much better.
>"But we can't fit a bed through the entrance of the crypt!"
>She pouts when you shut the mindlink off.
>"Meanie."
"Why do we need to live in a crypt? Can't we, or you, just mindfuck some shmuck into giving us an apartment rent-free?"
>"But that's stealing!"
"So is sucking people's blood."
>"But we don't suck people's blood — we suck Octavia's blood!"
"I mean that's kind of the same thing..."
>"She likes it!"
>Elders above, this woman is going to be the death of you.
>Or... the undeath. Or un-undeath. Or whatever.
"Alright, so clue me in here. Why is Halloween such a big deal?"
>Vinyl straightens up and the carefree look on her face drops into that of a scholars.
>"Halloween night holds a great signifiance to those of our kind, Anonymous. And I'm not just talking about Vampires, I'm talking about our kind. The supernatural kind. Lycanthropes, Gremlins, Ghosts, Ghouls, Genies, Imps, Succubi, Incubi, the works."
>Her feet lift off the floor and she levitates over to one of the bookcases situated near the table.
>Tapping her chin and humming, she scans the titles of the books before pulling out a hot-pink pocket-sized book with a skull and crossbone cover. On the cover, you can see the title: "Halloween Night + Vampires = Big Fun"
>Thumbing through the pages, she stops somewhere about half-way through and starts reading aloud.
>"Chapter 4: The Great Gift of Arch-Vampire Dracula"
"Wait, Dracula was real?"
>"Mhm. Now listen: 'It was on Halloween night that our dark god-lord emperor Count Dracula of blood-clan Verano made a pact with the blood-god Melichus the Dark, in which he serenaded Melichus with songs of rape, lust, and inhumane acts of torture. The pact was that every Halloween night after dark god-lord emperor Count Dracula passed into the dark aether of the dark darkness of the void, he would call upon Melichus' spirit and play a game of strip-poker with him, if Melichus would in return grant unto all Vampires a fraction of his infinite power.'"
"... Count Dracula plays strip-poker in the void with a blood-god every Halloween night?"
>Ye. Keep listening: The powers afforded to the Vampires are nothing short of incredible. Among these powers are clairvoyance, flight, super strength, super speed, and night eye."
"But we can already do all of that."
>"Yes, but tonight it will be from the power of the blood-god."
"Well shit."
>"Also he grants us the power to have sex all night long without stopping if we want."
"Sold. But hey, you said that Vampires aren't the only ones who have things happen on Halloween. Do those other beings or creatures have deals with the blood-god too?"
>"Yeah sure why not."
- - - - - -
>The sun was just barely peaking out over the horizon when the two of you made your way to Octavia's house.
>Oh yeah, turns out that whole bullshit about Vampires not being able to be in the sunlight was a dumb myth, brought on by a coven of racist witches trying to spread disinformation about the supernatural so they could strike their targets easier.
>The most the sun does is just make you feel a bit queezy.
>Vinyl tells you that this will go away as time passes on.
>It'll take a century though.
>Whatevs.
>Octavia's house comes into view rather quickly, as it is pretty close to the Canterlot graveyard.
>It's just as you remember it being all that time ago.
>Or a month ago, rather.
>It's big, it's blue, it's fancy, it's a fucking mansion.
>In the driveway is a few pristine looking old cars that to your knowledge nobody actually ever uses. At this point you've figured they're just there for show.
>Neither you nor Vinyl know what her parents do for a living, but they're apparently never home. If they were, they'd hear their daughter getting double-teamed by two undead teenagers who are consuming her blood during the act.
>Heh.
>Ringing the doorbell, Vinyl taps her foot impatiently; checks the time on her phone.
>After waiting a few minutes, you hear the deadbolt slide open and the door is pulled back by the cellist herself, who is sporting a rather racey corset which leaves very little to the imagination.
>Vinyl immediately whistles, making her approval known.
>"Lookin' good, babe."
>Octavia blushes as Vinyl gives her a peck on the cheek.
>"Yes well, we've been doing this every Halloween night for the past two years, so I figured I'd spruce it up a bit this time... now get in here before someone sees me like this."
>Octavia turns and with swaying hips, leads the two of you inside. You close and lock the door behind you.
>"Take a seat, you two."
>She motions towards the couch, and you and Vinyl quickly oblige.
>Vinyl rests her arms on the back of the couch, while you desparately try to hide the growing bulge in your pants from seeing Octavia's choice of wardrobe.
>"Now... I'll be right back. You two just stay put."
>She slowly turns and walks into the kitchen, hips still swaying.
>Through the curtains on the window to the right of the room, you can see the stars are now coming out.
>The sight of them give you an itchy feeling under the skin. Deep inside of you, something is making its presence known.
>You don't know what it is, but you feel like you're on the verge of something incredible.
>You can't focus too much on that though, because right now, your mind is filled with images of Octavia's body.
>That corset of hers really accentuates her curves. Shows off her bust really nicely. She's always saying they're small, but they ain't nearly as small as Vinyl's. Not that you'd ever tell her that of course... she probably already knows from the fucking mindlink.
>You never really got too good of a look at her bare legs before, seeing as to how they were always squeezed around your head, but they look pretty toned. She must jog or something.
>What's kind of surprising you at this moment though is her demeanor thus far.
>Octavia. Fucking Octavia, the fancy and reserved cellist, is wearing a slutty corset and swaying her hips.
>Not only that but her eyes... something was weird about them. You couldn't quite place what it was either.
>A month. That's how long you and Vinyl were asleep for. Wonder what the cellist has been up to in that month to spark such a change?
"Hey Vinyl," you whisper, "Octavia seem a bit weird to you?"
>With a cheeky grin, she rocks back and forth impatiently.
>"Hmmm... nah. Seems pretty normal to me. By the way, why are you whispering? Just turn the link back on, man."
"No."
>"Spoilsport."
>Octavia then walks back in, but instead of wearing the corset like she was before, this time she's just stark naked.
>Hands on her hips, she grins at the two of you.
>Your dick can't handle much more of this.
>Before you can whip it out though, Octavia speaks:
>"Now, I have a surprise for the both of you."
>Making quick strides to the other side of the room, she pulls back the curtains on the window, revealing the now dark star-filled sky, and in the midst of the sky, the full moon.
>Upon seeing the night sky, you feel a crawling in your chest.
>You turn to face Vinyl to ask what her what is going on, when suddenly the explosion happens.
>Vibrations erupt throughout your body as a fire roars to life from your core.
>It spreads out, rippling to the pit of your stomach, to your feet, to your arms and hands, to your head.
>Tingly and electrical.
>Energized.
>Energized beyond rational capacity. You feel like you could go outside and stack all of the cars in the drive-way and do reps with them.
>Actually no to hell with that. You could probably go outside and just start shooting off blasts of magic everywhere destroying the neighborhood if you wanted to.
>This must be that power that good ol' god-lord-emperor-dark-elder-god-kami-guru Dracula strips for.
"Holy shit Vinyl, this feels fucking amaZIII—"
>She grabs hold of you and makes you turn to face Octavia, who is now grunting and trembling in the light of the full moon.
>All over her body, brown patches of what looks like fur begins to emerge (and yes, it appears down there too you weirdo.)
>Her face begins to contort and twitch; her ears wiggle and elongate; her purple eyes begin glowing with an inner yellow tinge.
>And then as soon as it started, it stops.
>Octavia stands there smiling at your shocked expressions. The same glint of what you saw in her eyes earlier is now out in the open for all to see, and you recognize it now as something akin to controlled primal hunger. It doesn't look too different from the look you or Vinyl have in your eyes when you shut off the illusion spells.
"What the..."
>"FUCK YES!"
>Vinyl hops up and rushes over to her side with the widest smile you've ever seen.
>"Holycrapyou'reaWerewolfTavi!Ican'tbelieveitI'msohappyforyou!"
>What?
>Octavia is just as confused as you are. She stares at Vinyl as she bounces up and down with the excitement of a kid locked in a candy store alone at night.
>With her mouth agape, you can see that Octavia's teeth are now sharper. Most of all though, her canines. They're not sharp like yours or Vinyl's, instead they're... well, they're wolf-like. They look perfectly attuned to the purpose of tearing into flesh.
>"How did you do it, 'Tavi? How'd you become a Werewolf? Ooo, I'm so excited! I haven't done it with a Werewolf in two centuries! This is gonna be the greatest Halloween ever!"
>Okay so she IS a Werewolf.
>But what the hell, this doesn't look anything like how you would imagine a Werewolf would look. You were expecting something a bit more...
>Wolfy.
>She just looks like a furry now.
"Hey so if she's a Werewolf, how does she still look humanish? She's got the fur yeah, but shouldn't she have the wolf legs, and paws and stuff? You know, look wolfish?""
>Octavia snorts, and Vinyl glares at you.
>"Don't be a racist."
"... Okay. This is now a thing. Good."
>Clearing her throat, Octavia shifts a little.
>"Yes, I am now a Werewolf," she says, her voice is noticeably at a lower pitch, but still recognizably feminine. "As for the how, I will say: That is for me to know, and for you to find out."
>"Ooo, sexy~"
>"Indeed. And as for why I do not look, as you so rudely put it, 'wolfish'..."
>Octavia walks over to a bookcase that you didn't notice was there when you walked in, and pulls out a dark-purple pocket-sized book with the sillhuoette of a wolf on the cover. It is on this cover that you read: "Halloween Night + Werewolves = Decent Fun"
>In the same vein as Vinyl, she thumbs through the pages before resting somewhere half-way through.
>"Ahem. Chapter 3: The Completely Asinine Tale of Amadeus the Furry;
>"'It was on the eve of the first forlorn winter, when the Lycanthropic metamorphisis first made its presence known on this plain of existence, when Amadeus the Werewolf entered the dark aether. It is in the dark aether that he met blood-god Melichus the Dark, who was so amused that something as ridiculous and profane as a Werewolf could exist, decided that every Halloween night he would allow all the Werewolves in existence to undergo a special transformation in which they keep most of their normal physical appearance, while retaining not only the power given to them by their Lycanthropy, but also the ability to, and I quote, 'have a big-ass bash all night long with their friends.''"
>This is...
>Thank god you're sitting down right now. That's all you have to say about this.
>You have no idea what is going on anymore.
>But Vinyl apparently does, and is frothing at the mouth happy about it.
>"Alright! This is awesome! Do you know what this means!?"
>You and Octavia watch as tears well up in Vinyl's eyes.
>"*sniff*... that means we don't have to watch you grow old and die and you don't have to leave us, 'Tavi... we get to be together for all eternity now!"
>A tear trails down her face.
>Vinyl pulls Octavia into a bear-hug, crying tears of joy.
>The full impact of what Vinyl has said appears to hit Octavia like a train.
>"An eternity with you and Anonymous as a Werew—... oh my."
>"I know! Isn't it just the greatest? I'm so happy!"
>As Vinyl continues hugging the now-hairy dumbstruck Octavia, you can't help but ask:
"So we gonna fuck or what? I can't be the only one being blue balled here."
Don't worry, you aren't.
THE END!!!