In the dark halls of her manor in England, Vampiress Luxora quietly walks, her heels echoing thru the expansive hall.

True to her title, she had practiced the Gothic ways of her craft, even admiring her Vampire heritage. Technology hadn’t created her; she was a real flesh and blood Vampire.

The sunlight from a window didn’t melt her, but she takes caution to cover her eyes, as Vampires of her nature were sensitive to the eyes with sunlight. She calmly walks, riding crop in hand, her Demoness Persona twirling the crop.

She enters a room, and sees in the middle her newest acquisition; a slave dressed in the usual garb of a Ponygirl. She had been tacked up and blindfolded to not only keep her in the dark, but to ensure some calmness.

Her name was Celesta; she was sold to Vampiress Luxora from another Dominant who felt no use of the slave anymore. He’d been paid the nominal fee for the purchase, and now it was up to the Vampriess to mold her into what she wanted.

A Clone Doll walks in, her red latex shimmering in the light, her metallic features a dull gray, but her human features would pass if given a coat of flesh-covered paint. Her hands carry a tray, with 3 syringes and a paper.

Each syringe was numbered from 1 to 3. Syringe #1 had a red liquid, and was almost the consistency of jelly. Syringe #2 had a green liquid, and it ran like water. Syringe #3 was a yellow, and it ran like smooth honey.

The Clone Doll stops and Vampiress Luxora takes the first syringe from the tray. Celesta heard the Clone Doll entering, but wasn’t aware of what was to happen next.

Vampiress Luxora pokes the syringe needle into her neck, near her vocal cords. Screams from Celesta echo thru the room as her screams become quieter and finally, a whimper. Luxora pumps the liquid into Celesta’s neck, and pulls out the needle, blood dripping from Celesta’s neck.

Trying to suppress her blood lust, Luxora looks for a few minutes. Celesta tries to scream, but her screams are mere whispers, more like whimpers. The liquid in the syringe did the job; it dissolved her vocal cords and altered them to be more like a pony.

"Better than I thought. I’d better buy a few more to make a team of ponies for my use," notes Vampiress Luxora.

She deposits the empty syringe onto the tray and picks up the second one. The liquid inside flows easily, and Vampiress Luxora admires the movement.

Celesta whimpers more, as she fears more poking and pain. The first shot caused much pain to her neck and vocal cords, and blood trickled down her body from her neck.

Vampiress Luxora kneels down and pokes the second syringe into Celesta’s foot. Celesta’s gut instinct is to kick Vampriess Luxora with her free leg, but Vampiress Luxora catches her in mid kick, and continues unabated.

Halfway thru, Luxora removes the syringe, and pumps the remaining liquid into the other foot. Celesta loses her balance and falls to the ground, reeling.

Her body goes into spastic shocks and twists, as her feet begin to turn into pony hooves.

Content at this, Luxora puts the second syringe onto the tray and takes the final syringe, and aims for the heart.

The stab of yellow liquid sends Celesta into a violent episode of transformation. As the heart pumps the yellow liquid, Vampiress Luxora can only watch as Celesta’s hair begins to grow out in a mat of fur.

Her facial features turn into a horse. Her hands also turn into hooves. She appears human on the rest of her body, but she is transformed into a ponygirl…a demented, true ponygirl.

Vampriess Luxora deposits the final syringe onto the tray and picks up the papers.

The papers were from a scientist engaged in the illegal genetics trade. In the new European Alliance Union, it was illegal to sell genetic kits like this, but Vampiress Luxora’s powerful means and influences allowed her such luxuries.

The first line on the paper reads:

And, the last:

Vampiress Luxora looks at Celesta. Her violent movements have stopped, and she is a perfect ponygirl.

"Maya, I have work to do. Please exit." Says Vampiress Luxora to the Clone Doll.

As the Clone Doll departs, Luxora’s fangs begin to develop.

The Clone Doll hears the whimpers and loud whinnies, but never turns back.