Fangs: The Order

by Sapphic

Preperation and Entry

*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*...Shakes...*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*

"Vinyl?" I called out, arriving at the end of the cell block at the seemingly empty cell Vinyl was supposed to be in.

At first there wasn't an answer, though when I leaned in closer to the cell bars Vinyl seemed to notice me. She looked up curiously at first, but then inched her way forward.

"Did I do it right?" She asked.

I smirked, knowing what she was talking about.

"Yeah, you did good Vinyl." I said, smiling sincerely.

I had taken a moment to come to the cell block a little earlier, after I had left the station Maple and the general were in, and asked Vinyl a little favor. I figured I knew the angle the camera was pointing at the cell well enough, and stationed myself just out of view before whispering to Vinyl the request of giving Maple a little scare. Then I just left and waited til Maple came through, only to tell her that the scare she just had was nothing compared to what could've happened.

Well, in a way I wasn't lying. Anyone who's seen Vinyl's hunting smile knows that it's nothing that you'd like to stare at for very long. It's like seeing something scary not do anything, only watch you; sometimes that's more scary than having something scary chase you. It, for the lack of better words, was a look into what I could only call real insanity. The only thing you'd see in that smile was your own death.

I hadn't seen it in a long time, but I can still remember when I saw it.

I shivered just thinking about it.

I shook my head a little and focused back to Vinyl. It looked like the plan to scare Maple had worked pretty well.

"So, how is it in here?" I asked, though I immediately felt stupid for asking a question like that considering she was literally in a dirty jail cell, though she managed to answer before I could retract my question.

"Heh, I've been in in worse." She said with a nervous smirk.

'Amazing.' I thought to myself, admiring just how level headed and passive she could be.

"Heh, sorry. I should probably get back to the station those two are at before that mare starts streaming your cell again." I said, planning to turn and leave, but Vinyl spoke out again.

"Actually, they found a way to mess it up." She said, smiling faintly.

I turned to her with a raised brow.

"Whos 'they'?" I asked.

Vinyl simply nodded her head to the left, gesturing towards the cell next to her own. I looked over at the cell, which I had thought to be empty, though ever so slowly I found that I was wrong.

A hoof, matted and dirty, stretched through the bars of the cell with what looked like a metal pipe in hoof. They raised the piece of metal, giving the cell bars a swift hit and making a high pitched ringing sound that made me clench my ears. As the ringing died down, I realized Vinyl was speaking to me.

"...said that it makes the person watching us stop cause her ears get hurt by the ringing." She said.

I gave her a look, then turned to the cell with a hoof reached out of it before giving whoever was in it an appreciative nod. I didn't know who it was, but if they were helping Vinyl then so be it.

The hoof, in response, just pulled back into the cell with the pipe dragging across the floor. I simply shrugged at the gesture, then turned back to Vinyl.

"Heads up though, they plan on force feeding you some blood outta that trough. Try hard not to drink it." I said, kneeling close to Vinyl and trying my hardest to give her a serious look.

She nodded her head.

"Alright, but I don't know how long I can do that. Those drivers from before still have me a bit eager to drink..." She said, patting her stomach with a sad look as if she hadn't eaten in a while.

"That's all I can ask." I said, getting up and heading towards the exit of the cells. I wanted to talk more to her, but I didn't know how long it would be until that mare got her magical link back up and working again, so I decided to not press my luck.

On my way out of the cells, I ran into the familiar fiery mare that I had traveled along with us to the base. The same mare that Vinyl had started having a field day with.

"Heya Shakes." She said, oddly kind sounding for herself.

I instantly cocked a brow.

"What are you up to?" I asked.

"Nothing, just came by to see how are prisoner was settling in." She said cheerfully, getting a bit closer to me as she ended her sentence.

"I always like to see how long they last on the first day. I've got high hopes for this one." She said, her voice twisting to something of malicious intent in a matter of seconds before walking past me, mumbling.

"Hmmm...maybe an hour or so..." She mumbled walking into the cell block and taking a right.

I decided, for the sake of both parties involve, to tag along and be sure nothing regrettable happens. I know Vinyl had shown off a bit to her, but Flint was nothing to mess with. I'd argue that she wasn't exactly anticipating Vinyl moving like that in the carriage, and if the two were to square off evenly, that Flint would definitely give Vinyl a run for her money.

"Hi!" A cheerful voice chimed loudly, shaking me from thought.

I looked up to see Vinyl at the edge of the cell, looking up at Flint cheerfully. Flint, on the other hoof, had sort of a condescending smirk on her face. Though Vinyl didn't seem to notice this.

"Settling in well? Prisoner?" Flint flaunted.

"Yeah. It's a bit stuffy in here, but it's not half bad." Vinyl said happily.

Flint's face twisted in disgust at Vinyl's contentment in the cell, and lit her horn with a wispy, fiery, magic.

"Look you, get it through your-" She began, speaking with anger in her voice.

Until something louder interrupted her.

Something crashed into the wall, dirt and debris coming from the place of impact that managed to make Flint back away and myself shield my eyes.

When the dust settled, my eyes rested on a metal pipe that was lodged halfway into the wall.

I turned to the cage beside Vinyl, the inhabitant still hidden in the darkness of the cell. Though that pipe was unmistakable, it was theirs.

Flint seemed to know this too, her eyes narrowing in agitation at the cell before she spoke.

"Been awhile since you've been moving like that, hasn't it?" There was more intrigue in her voice than anger, something that was interesting in itself.

Silence was her answer.

"Hm, so be it." She said, suddenly turning and heading towards the exit with an aggravated pace.

I watched her leave, knowing that I should leave with her, but I couldn't help but look back one last time at the darkened cell before turning and leaving myself. I couldn't help but wonder who was in there, and why Flint paid them any mind.

*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*...Octavia...*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*

"Could you at least tell me where we're going? Please?" I all but begged to Vinyl's mother.

She had woken me up in the middle of the night, after I had finally managed to get past the recurring images of knives flying towards my face and get some sleep, only to usher me towards the door without even saying why. She then trotted healthily out of the door, past the sleeping desk mare, and out into the night with me staggering behind her to keep up.

And now she was here, going down a back street, heading towards who knows where.

"As you wish dear," She answered suddenly.

"we're heading to a small place I managed to spot out while I was wandering around this city looking for my sweet daughter. I wanted to keep it a surprise, but if you insist on knowing, I'll be happy to tell you." She said happily, taking a sudden right onto an official street that looked like it was somewhere in the more shoddy side of town.

I turned just as sharply, and decided to press her for an actual answer.

"And where would that be?" I asked.

"Well, it's somewhere that I'd like to continue seeing just how far you can tap into that little internal storage of vampire you have. It's quite the interesting pass time to be honest with you." She said, steadily increasing her pace until she was almost sprinting.

Tavi and Vinyl's mom hit the gym

"Would you mind giving me a na-" I began, though my body colliding with what felt like a brick wall stopped me dead in my tracks.

After raising a hoof to my head to cradle it after the collision, I picked myself up off the ground to see that it was actually just Vinyl's mother that I had ran into, not a wall. What was more odd, was that she didn't have a remark for my collision like she normally would while she kept up her "mother dearest" act, if it actually was just an act and not how she was.

"Why did you stop?" I asked, still rubbing my head.

"Because we have arrived dear." She said simply, smiling back at me.

I gave her an odd look, then looked past her at a sign behind her with bright purple neon letters that were attached to building a couple dozen feet in front of me. It was sort of half built into the ground and wall of other buildings, kind of like an entry way to what you might expect a sewer to be.

"'Beef Testosterone's Gym.'" I said, my eyes following along with each letter as I read the sign.

My eyes widened as I realized just where she had taken me, and just what her plan to do at said place was.

Now don't assume that I don't like the gym, though I've never been to one, but I just don't enjoy the idea. A bunched up area where people judge each other on a raw ability like strength, it wasn't my taste and I could probably assume most people inside one would agree with me. Exercise was one thing, a gym was another. Not to mention the disgusting area you were put into; nothing more than a cesspool of sweat and other bodily fluids that I'd rather not thing about lest I lose my lunch.

"Miss Scratch I really don't think I'd fit in here." I said, smiling sheepishly as to not upset the pony whom had actively attempted to kill me not but an hour or so ago.

"Oh? Why's that dear?" She asked, sounding genuine.

I decided to tell her just what I had thought, and she listened patiently to all that I said and only responded when I was done.

"Well dear, give it one go and I promise you won't regret it." She smiled to me, hoping to convince me.

Despite her ever-closed eyes, she seemed to see instantly my look of disagreement.

"Or, you can not give it a go and I will make sure you regret it." She said, smiling again but this time much more devilish.

I nodded feverishly.

Her devilish grin turned to her signature motherly smile on a dime.

"Good girl." She said, turning and beginning to advance. Though, when she got a few feet and realized I wasn't tagging along, she looked back and gestured for me to follow.

I clambered up onto my hoofs and rushed to catch up, walking behind her as if she were a shield. As I have already said, I hate the gym, and I hate the judgment that comes from ponies when you enter one. If you're not rippling with muscle, expect to be picked on by the meat heads who dwell inside.

Vinyl's mother, on the other hoof, strode with confidence over to the gym.

Though, we didn't get very far.

We hadn't, or at least I hadn't, noticed two stallions slinking around the outside of the gym. They were big, burly looking ones too. They both seemed to take notice of the two, rather well off looking mares, approaching their gym and took an instant notice.

In the upper crust area of Canterlot, mares of high stature and of a respectful look were treated with that said respect they deserved. Mean while, someone like Vinyl who lacked the two was treated almost like a secondary species. In the lower income parts of town, it was the exact opposite. Mares who looked nice were given cat calls and were hit on frequently, if they were notoriously haughty then they were booed or had litter thrown at them. Ponies like Vinyl, in these parts, were met with a hoof bump and a hug.

Me and Vinyl's mother however, looked nice and not in the way Vinyl did. As a result, the two gave us lecherous stares and grins as we approached. Their perverted minds most likely going over what might happen here that I would not be going along with willingly.

"My, my! Look who's coming over! You ladies looking for a fun time or somethin'?" One of them asked as the two came out from the gym's entrance like insects.

"Of course!" Vinyl's mother answered cheerfully.

My eyes went wide and I hoped and I preyed that she was just dense with modern phrasing.

The two stallions were both just as taken aback, but only for a moment or so.

"Well, what kind of fun might that be then miss?" The other asked.

"Well, I was hoping that we might be able to use your gym there." Vinyl's mother answered, raising a hoof an pointing towards the gym behind the two.

This time when the stallions were surprised, it lasted a bit longer. Though, just like before, they broke out of their surprise; this time into heavy laughter.

Vinyl's mother remained smiling as the two laughed for minutes on end, patiently waiting for them to finish and give her an answer.

"Look...Look Miss, this gym is for ponies who are strong already. We don't carry no light weights in here, so if yer lookin' for someplace to get a sweat worked up I'd recommend one of them yoga classes you haughty folk are so fond of." They suggested between chuckles of laughter.

Vinyl's mother cocked a brow above one of her closed eyes before turning back to me.

"Octavia dear, what's a 'yoga class'?"

I remembered that Vinyl's mother most likely wasn't exactly up to date with most things as Vinyl was, such as the time where she attempted to break my kitchen light after thinking it was a small sun.

"It's a fancy term for a class where you stretch." I replied, deciding not to attempt to actually fully explain what yoga was.

"Ahh..." She said, turning back to the stallions and answering.

"No thank you, I don't think simple stretching is going to get the results I'm looking for." She said, referencing to her intentions of working me ragged.

The two stallions dropped their attitude, apparently fed up with our persistence.

"Look ladies, the answers no." They said firmly.

Vinyl's mother took on a pouting face, the effectiveness of it reminding me that she looked just as old as I did if not younger.

"Are you sure their is no way we could get in?" Vinyl's mother pleaded.

'You could just throw knives at them for an hour or so.' I said to myself, knowing fully well that Vinyl's mother could force entry if she so wanted to.

The two of them gave each other a look before forming a two horse huddle, whispering back and forth to each other feverishly. They both, at one point, looked back towards the both of us. Their gazes made me realize that I had since adopted the position of someone looking around a wall. Only that the wall in this case was Vinyl's mother.

'I really have to find out what her name is.' I said to myself, growing tired of referring to her as just 'Vinyl's mother' or 'Miss Scratch'.

The two of them broke the huddle and voiced their answer.

"Alrighty then, since it's a gym well do a test of strength." They said.

"Such as?" Miss Scratch inquired.

I saw one of them mouth something inaudible, getting a laugh and a hoof bump out of the other.

"Oooo, hoof wrestling sounds lovely!" Vinyl's mother cheered.

The two looked surprised that she heard it, but they shook it off and returned to their cocky attitudes. One of them trotted off into the shadows and rustled around in something before emerging with a heavy looking barrel in one of hooves. When he dropped the barrel down, I managed to feel the rumble of the ground from my position more than a few metes away.

Vinyl's mother approached the two of them with a sway in her step of the true nature of her boundless strength. I could practically feel her muscles tensing in preparation to put the two in there place, even though I was about a foot behind her in trailing distance. It reassured me that it would be a, somewhat, peaceful solution to get into the gym.

We arrived in front of the two, the dim light of the street lamp above us providing a perfect stage for the match.

"I assume that the winnings are simple then? We win, you grant us passage?" Vinyl's mother asked.

The two mischievously laughed to each other.

"'Course. You win, you get in." One of them agreed.

"But-" Chimed the other in a devious tone.

"-if we win, hows about we all head around back for a little... intimacy?" He asked lewdly.

I felt my face twist in disgust at the vile idea, and normally I most likely would have screamed at these two perverted jocks, but in this case there wasn't a chance at losing. So, I decided to stay quiet and let Vinyl's mother win.

"Deal!" Vinyl's mother chimed all too happily.

"Perfect." He said, propping his body up on the barrel and laying his hoof down.

It was about this time I noticed the true size of the massive appendage. It was huge, roughly the size of my neck give or take. Of course, I still had no doubts about the wonder, but the thought of Vinyl's mother not being the one to step up to the plate got me fearful briefly.

"Octavia dear, take a seat please." Vinyl's mother asked suddenly.

What?

"M-Miss Scratch, I-I can't d-do this with... with those terms you just agreed two." I stammered, wide eyed at her insane request.

"Sit. Down. Dear." She said, her tone turning dangerous enough for the two cocky jocks to actually give me a concerned stare. Stares with the question "are you being held against your will?" bleating across them.

I guess there truly was a small silver lining to even the most rancid of ponies.

Either way, the fear of being out done in a hoof wrestling match easily outweighed the fear of upsetting Vinyl's mom. That seemed to be the problem right now with her, me not knowing whether or not she'd follow through with a threat. And besides, even if I did loose, she wouldn't let them do... that. Not with me and Vinyl's relationship. I doubt Vinyl could be fine with that.

I gave Vinyl's mom a look, getting her steely gaze in return, then one to the two stallions. I followed it with a heavy sigh and propped myself onto the barrel.

The stallion across from me had regained his lewd and condescending smile as I met and wrapped with his hoof.

"Hmm. Don't worry, in a sorta way, you win either way." He said, eyes half lidded.

I cringed at his words.

The other stallion placed his hoof on top of our own and gave us a count down from five, at which my eyes were clenched shut at three. Regardless of my inevitable loss, I was going to at least try.

I often wonder how easily I'm swayed. I mean, just a moment ago I was ranting internally about how horrible gyms were and now here I was desperately hoof wrestling to get into one.

"Go!" The stallion shouted, and his hoof left my own.

I used all the force I could muster and pressed as hard as I could against the ton of meat that was this stallion's muscle.

To my surprise it moved. Effortlessly. Like moving a sheet of paper.

I opened my eyes to see that his hoof had hit the other side of the barrel with ease, and that he was actually shaking. I followed his eyes, that were narrow and frightened, back behind me to Vinyl's mother who was just innocently smiling.

'What did she do?'

I knew she did something, something enough to wipe the pride from someone. Something horrifying.

Vinyl's mother broke the stunned silence like it was nothing.

"Well! We win!" She said, trotting past the two stallions who looked dead on the outside. "Come now Octavia! We haven't much time." She said, opening the door and going inside.

I slowly got up and followed, passing the second stallion who had been standing away from the barrel, and I managed to make out a horrified whisper from him.

"E-Eyes..."

I didn't break stride, though I did break thought.

'What did her eyes look like if they could do this?'

Comments

[71M073J]

Eyes? I'd like to see those...

[reader238]

the eyes are the window to the soul

[Alucard_the_vampony]

Loving it so far so keep up the good work.

[Sapphic]

7158973

Thank you

[TartariusTheEvilOne]

7161333 Lemme guess: Her eyes are like mine: Completely black voids.

[Twisted_Paradox]

I don't remember and am to lazy to search for but did Vinyl ever ask Shakes what she did to Octavia. And if she did it would have been funny and kinda heartwarming to hear her say something dark to Shakes, but maybe that's only something to happen in my eyes. Great story though loving every second.