Thirty Minute Pony Stories

She crept forward through the moonlight, her hooves as light as a ghost’s.

Her target lay unawares, dreaming, perhaps, of far-off lands or amazing ideas.

Slowly, sloooooowly, she slipped into bed behind the other mare. She stopped, then, and just looked at her. Her side rising and falling with each slumbering breath. The smooth contours of her body beneath the blanket. The head, with her face turned away from her and that neat mane with its amazing stripe splayed out over the pillow.

It was with some tinge of regret that she turned her gaze to the base of Twilight Sparkle’s neck.

She leaned in, but paused again, her muzzle just a hair away from Twilight. She felt the warmth emanating from her. Smelled that ancient scent of wisdom, or at least of lots and lots of parchment. Saw that smooth purple coat.

She closed her eyes and bit in.

Her teeth — normally hidden, now needle-sharp — slipped easily through fur and skin. She tasted warm blood flow into her mouth, faster than she’d anticipated, like every time before. It was sweet, and so rich. Far richer than even the tastiest of cupcakes. She felt her body thrill.

Downstairs, an owl hooted loudly.

Pinkie’s eyes opened wide and she leapt away, spilling blood. Twilight stirred. “Not tonight, Owlowiscious,” she murmured faintly, and rolled over into the warm space Pinkie had vacated — rolled right over her freshly-wounded neck. She jerked upright and hissed.

Pinkie could only watch in horror as Twilight looked around with a hoof holding her neck. “Oww… Pinkie?” she slurred, her body still catching up with wakefulness. “What are you doing up?”

“I… I…”

Twilight brought her hoof away. It glistened in the moonlight. Pinkie had to fight the urge to lick her lips. Actually, that might have been a good idea. Her face was still covered in blood.

Twilight frowned at her hoof. She touched her neck again and flinched. “What in the world…”

Pinkie made a tiny mewling sound. For once she had nothing to say. This was the one night she had dreaded all her life, and yet she still wasn’t ready for it. “I… I’m sorry.”

Twilight blinked and focused on her again. “Alright.” Her voice was business now. “What’s going on, Pinkie? Why am I bleeding?”

“I’m a vampire.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Dead silence. Pinkie couldn’t meet her eyes. She stared instead at a rivulet of black trickling down the side of Twilight’s neck.

“I’m sorry. I have to drink from somepony. So I thought — if I could have asked permission, my friends would have said yes, so… it was sorta okay… I Pinkie Swear, I’m really, really sorry, Twilight.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Twilight’s voice trembled. “I’ve read about vampires. You’re so… energetic and vibrant and—”

“—full of life?” Pinkie suggested.

She could practically hear the scholar’s mind running, re-evaluating all her evidence. Pinkie’s fearlessness in the Everfree. Her apparent tirelessness. Her immunity to such an unhealthy diet. Her unbelieveable childhood story. Everything Pinkie had tried so desperately to pass off as just part of her manic personality.

And, of course, the blood everywhere.

Twilight slowly stood up on three legs, the fourth still cradling her wound. “…Prove it. Prove you’re a vampire.”

Pinkie exploded. Dark, leathery, eerily silent shapes flew in every direction. They recoalesced a metre to the left and then Pinkie was there again. Twilight backed away.

“That’s… that’s how I get around so fast without ponies noticing.”

“Out.”

Blood was still flowing, staining Twilight’s sheets, far more blood than Pinkie had ever meant to take. Twilight’s legs trembled. Her teeth were set in a grimace. And her eyes — her eyes — they held that wild panic, that franticness that only came when the organisation of Twilight’s world was crumbling around her.

Pinkie took a step back, one hoof raised in hesitation. “Please, Twilight,” she whispered. “I’m still Pinkie Pie. This doesn’t change anything.”

She lowered her head. Pointing her horn at Pinkie. “Get out.”

Pinkie burst again into a cloud of dark shapes, and disappeared.

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Comments by Kyronea:

Curse that owl! He’s possibly destroyed Pinkie and Twilight’s friendship! Of course Pinkie probably shouldn’t have been feeding on Twilight in the first place, but since she wasn’t going to kill Twilight there was no permanent harm…as is, Pinkie may well be hunted down depending upon how Twilight reacts to this. I’m really worried for her, actually. Unlike a lot of vampires, Pinkie’s not evil or deadly…she just has a need to feed on occasion, and her feeding doesn’t even really hurt anypony. So what happens next? Feel free to tell us in your reblog, Atosen. I’m really curious.