I didn't think I drank that much...I didn't think I turned him to a beast...but now I see, I was wrong...
"S-Soar you need to calm down," I plead as Soarin closes in on me with a fanged grin.
"Oh Dashie, look what you've done. Look what you did~!" he laughs and licks his lips. "And now I see how you struggle to contain yourself with such a fucking great smelling pony in your reach!" I back away from him slowly.
"S-Soar this isn't you! You have to calm down!" I plead louder. He laughs like a lunatic and lunges at me. Closing his jaws around my throat and cutting off my scream.
And then I wake up in a cold sweat and my heart racing in my chest. Soarin was beside the bed, looking at me with worry in his eyes.
"Dash? Are you alright??" He asks. I calm my breathing and look to him.
"Y-Yeah, just a nightmare..." I reply. He nuzzles me and kisses my forehead before pulling me close to him in a hug.
"Shh, I'm here for you now if you want to talk about it," he says calmly. I sigh deeply and lay my head on his chest.
"No, i'm good. Thanks anyway," I say. He nuzzles me again before continuing to talk in a soft tone.
"Spitfire wants us out on the runway soon Dash...that's what I was here to tell you about. Did you want breakfast before going?" he asks and rubs the fang marks on his throat. I chuckle softly and nod.
"If you don't mind...," I admit. He smiles softly and shakes his head.
"No, I don't mind," He replies as I nuzzle his neck.
"Good," I say before biting down for the second time.