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Soarin slowly stripped out of his clothes at the end of a long day, revealing his hardened body to the pale moonlight through his bay window. It gave him a good view of the stars and the nighttime skyline of Cloudsdale. It was a peaceful night, as usual.
 
Cloudsdale had a bit of a slump in spirits since it’s local hero disappeared. Candles burnt bright in vigils down below for a time. But the pegasus spirit is strong. It didn’t take them more than a few days to get right back to the normal flow of things. Many of them still held Rainbow Dash in their hearts, but they knew her - she was a tough broad. She would be back, they were sure of it.
 
Soarin missed her too, to some extent. She was a good wonderbolt cadet, an amazing flyer, and had one beautiful body. When Soarin wasn’t with other mares or stallions, he was thinking of that tight blue ass, those firm breasts, and those hard muscles. What he wouldn’t give to be her bitch for a night…
 
He sighed, looking down at the city below.
 
For a fleeting moment, Soarin thought he saw something move in the darker alleyways down below. It looked like it had… bat wings? “Wow, I must be really tired, I’m seeing things.” Soarin thought to himself.
 
The light grey stallion slid his pants off, stripping down to his simple blue jock strap and laid down on his cloud bed. In a matter of mere minutes, he was asleep and dreaming.
 
It was his favorite dream: On a sunny weekend morning he rode on a bright blue bicycle through an idyllic neighbourhood of quiet houses and green foliage, passing by ponies with apple pies for heads. They looked up from their yard work and daily rounds and waved as they passed. “Morning, Soarin!” they’d say as he passed by.
 
Eventually his bicycle would stop at a house with milk bottles by the door. A small dog made of apple pie pawed at the bay window, barking in excitement and joy at seeing it’s master come home and push the door open.
 
Inside the nuclear family home was a pie pony in a short dress, taking an apple pie out of the oven, with a satisfying wisp of steam rising from it’s crust. “Morning Dear!” she said as she set the pie down. Soarin took off his tie and walked up to the pie woman to kiss her, tasting her crust lips and filling.
 
Then he felt something… something crawling up his arm, under his tuxedo sleeve. Confused, the stallion pulled it up to see a blue hand with clawed finger tips crawling it’s way up his arm like a great hairy spider. “Soarin…” a mare’s voice said.
 
“Soarin.”
 
He turned his attention to his surroundings… the house was becoming dilapidated. His pie-wife lay dead on the floor, her dress faded and moth-eaten, her head nothing but a pie tin. Distraught, he fell to his knees to cradle the corpse in his arms… and lick the crumbs off the pie tin. The black and white television suddenly flickered to life.
 
A mare’s face appeared on it… a mare he knew as Rainbow Dash. The Missing mare. Every few frames, the image would turn her appearance into something almost demonic. Sometimes her eyes would disappear. Lines danced about on the grainy black and white picture as he gazed upon the ghostly visage. His house becoming more decayed around him. Eventually weeds grew over the windows.
 
“SOARIN!” the mare shouted.
 
The stallion’s eyes shot open. He felt a presence behind him, and it had it’s hand on his arm, just like in the dream. He tried to move, but he couldn’t; he was bound tightly in rope. His wrists were tied to his biceps. His hooves were tied at the ankles and knees. Even his thighs were bound. The rope bit into his fur.
 
“Mmmgh!”
 
Soarin couldn’t yelp out. His mouth had been shut with a tight cleave gag. He was helpless before whatever was behind him. Whatever it was had no heat. It didn’t breathe. He could only see the shadow it cast… the shadow of bat wings was cast over him and the edge of his bed.
 
“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey%” the familiar voice said with a snort.
 
Soarin turned his head to look at the creature behind him… it was Rainbow Dash! The missing cadet from ponyville. Her feathery, soft wings had been replaced with grotesque, leathery bat like wings and her eyes had turned a far deeper red. Fangs were visible in her terrible grin.
 
“Rmpgh Dshgh?”
 
“The one and only…” she chimed. “And you’re mine, Soarin…” she squeezed Soarin’s helpless, ample buttock with her clawed, armored hand. Soarin furiously struggled in the rope bindings, but to no avail.
 
“Applejack taught me a long time ago how to tie up a stallion. True story. You won’t be able to get out of that. Trust me, if Applejack can’t get out, you don’t stand a chance.”
 
The stallion eventually realised he couldn’t get free, so he stopped, catching a breath through his nostrils. His chest slowly heaving up and down. There was no point in fighting this thing. Whatever it was. He looked away from it, but her hand gripped the back of his neck and jerked his head to look her in the eye.
 
“Here’s what’s gonna happen…” Rainbow dash said, hand slowly working it’s way from his ass up his arm. “I’m gonna ride you, toy with you, and then you’re gonna join us…”
 
Soarin’s cheeks turned red. The warmth of lust spread through his whole body, intermingling with the chill of terror. It was a bizzare sensation. He couldn’t stop himself from shaking.
 
Rainbow slipped her gauntlets off and let them clatter to the marble floor beneath the bed. She rolled the bound stallion on his back and straddled him. The mattress making nary a sound. She ran her fingers through his chest fur causing him to arc his back involuntarily.
 
“You ever fuck a mare that doesn’t run out of breath?” Rainbow Dash asked, finger tracing down to his rock hard abs.
 
Soarin slowly shook his head from side to side, not breaking eye contact with the seductive beast on top of him.
 
“Mmgh?”
 
“I’m… kinda dead… long story. But you’ll figure it all out soon enough.” Rainbow Dash said with a squeak.
 
Soarin went wide eyed. His burning lust was starting to wane in his sudden escalated terror. Being dead would explain why she disappeared months ago, but not why she was now about to fuck his brains out.
 
“MMMPH!”
 
“Shhhh…. everything will make sense when I’m done, Soarin… trust me.”
 

 
I’ve been waiting for this part. It means from now on I get to draw Vampony Soarin%
 
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