Emerald Luster scrambled back up on her hooves as she backed away from the monster that rose from it’s body bag. In the last thirteen years of working here she had never seen a dead body get up and walk. Much less reassure her that it was no dream.

No! No, this had to be a dream. She had fallen asleep at her desk during her lunch break, and those Cheezy Hoofs and Vodka she had to numb the day’s pain were to blame for this! This was all some… brain screwery brought on by stress and an overacting metabolism! NONE of this was real!

“You’re not real!” Emerald Luster muttered. “You’re not real! You’re not real!”

The monster gestured elegantly to herself.

“But I am real, darling. My name is Rarity.” she said, slowly stepping closer. Hand sliding along the steel counter.

“You’re the missing girl? From the newspaper?”

The newspaper laying on her desk… there was an article “Search for Elements of Harmony Continues. Officials ‘Losing Hope.’” She shook her head.

“You’re a figment of my imagination!” she yelled, closing her eyes, trying to will her away.

When she opened her eyes, Rarity was standing mere inches from her.

“Just… get out! Get out of my head!”

Rarity gently brushed the side of Emerald’s face with her hand. “Would that if I could, Ms. Luster…” Rarity said, with a wide smile showing her pointed teeth. Emerald froze for a moment, looking into her crimson eyes before her fight for flight senses kicked in. She bolted for the door.

Rarity sighed, her horn glowing as ethereal blue ropes manifested and wrapped around Emerald’s ankles, pulling her back toward the monster as she scrambled in desperation.

“What do you want from me? Let me go! Please let me wake up!” Emerald frantically pleaded.

More ropes then appeared, binding her wrists to her elbows, sliding over her shoulders through her cleavage to join another set of ropes. Still more ropes coiled around her knees. She gasped as a single rope slid into her crotch and slowly tightened itself, eventually tying itself off.

The whimpering green pony struggled about in her glowing blue bindings as Rarity took hold of her, pulling the girl close.

“Do you still believe yourself to be dreaming?” Rarity asked, a hand slipping around to squeeze the poor, helpless girl’s breast.

Emerald Luster could only look her in the eyes with sheer terror. She babbled incoherently, save for the occasional “please wake me up” or “this isn’t real.” Rarity rolled her eyes. There was only one way to shut this poor, hysterical thing up…

She gripped the back of her head and pulled her in for a very long, aggressive kiss. Her mouth tasted strangely metallic and oddly sweet. Almost like… blood and mint… She pushed the girl up against the wall, tearing her clothes off with her claws.

Emerald Luster didn’t know what to think anymore. If this was real, what the hell was going on? If it wasn’t… well… the same question applies! Why did the missing girl from the news pop out of a leather body bag, tie her up, and start tearing her clothes off?

“Why question it?” Luster thought to herself.

In all her forty-five years, Emerald never really had that lesbian experience, much less with some bizarre, undead monstrosity. She had to admit though; She was starting to like it…

Aw fuck, Stockholm Syndrome!? Seriously!? Clearly she was fucked in the head. Yep. The bitter break-up and job jeopardy had shattered her mind, and now she was dreaming of vampire mares. As soon as she woke up she would go up to the psyche ward, kick open the door and say “Mobius Strip, I’m fucked in the head! Put me in a straightjacket and throw my ass in a padded cell!”

Rarity pulled away, her eyes lidded, and a trail of saliva running between the two. She grinned menacingly. “No need, darling…” She lunged at the girl, sinking her fangs into her neck and draining her blood.