Zecora hung from the ceiling, upside down. The captive zebra had been forcibly dressed in the black and white skirt of a maid with her dress forcibly hiked “up” her strong toned thighs. A blue aura slid her muzzle gag off her mouth allowing the mare to breathe. She turned her sight up the vampony Rarity.

“What is this you make me wear? Release me at once, you crazed mare!” Zecora demanded.

“I’m afraid that’s quite impossible,” Rarity said, stretching a measuring tape. “You’re the only pony that knows the Everfree Forest well enough to guide the way to our lair here. As for what you wear, it is the standard Maid uniform. I’m just… mucking about with some ideas.” she said, writing down the zebra’s measurements.

“You are not yourself, I can see. What monster have they made you be?” Zecora inquired, looking into the crimson eyed Rarity.

“I believe we are called… Vamponies? Yes, that’s it,” Rarity recalled.

Vamponies. Zecora had heard tales of them long ago. Her homeland was not too far from ancient dead Sumareia. They had been thought to have been destroyed by the princesses in ages past, and few had told of any that still roamed the sands. Zecora had trouble believing that any would see these creatures as those who meet such monsters would not live to tell the tale.

“You cannot be of those terrible undead. Princess Celestia had your kind exterminated!” Zecora said, trying to rationalize what Rarity was saying with what she had understood about the creatures,

“Did she?” Rarity said, smacking her lips. “Well. She was not very thorough was she? Mistress Fluttershy had found a whole brood in some kind of slumber when Twilight cast the spell on her. That… Ensemble she wears… It belonged to the previous broodmistress. Scarlet something…” Rarity said, tapping her chin, trying to recall the name. “Scarlet… Scarlet… Scarlet Storm! She was a pegasus!” Rarity recalled.

“It will not be long before Ponyville senses something amiss. You will not get away with thi-” Zecora tried to say before she was gagged with a cloth.

“Zecora, darling, I’ve heard this all before,” Rarity said, before returning to her work. Let me explain something, sweetie, we have the princess of the night in chains. We. Are. Unstoppable. So you may as well stop squirming and accept your fate. You’ll be one of us soon enough.”

Zecora shook her head. “MmMm!” She let out through her gag.

“Oh you’ll see her enough when we bring you out to toy with,” Rarity said with a razor sharp grin.

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I’m changing Nosfurarity’s outfit after this. I don’t know what in the hell she’s wearing right now. I don’t think that kind of clothing even exists. So I’m gonna make something else. Something between “grieving widow” and “lingerie”