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Perique Blend practically galloped across the drawbridge and in through the front gates of Castle Blood. It had been nearly a week since she'd last visited the Clocktower Society, on the night of the vampire's ball. She had very fond memories of that night. The chase through the halls, the wrestling on the rooftop, the way Flame had dominated her so delightfully... It had been amazing. And the sweet night spent cuddled together in his bed had been wonderful as well.

His home had indeed been tiny, a cottage near the edge of Ponyville, but though it was crowded and a bit cluttered, it was in good repair, and since at least half the clutter had been books, Perique really hadn't been able to judge.

They'd sipped ginger tea on the front porch and watched the moon sail across the sky, laughing about how clear the night was here while the illusory storm still raged somewhere below, and talking about everything and anything. Perique had shared scraps of old thestral lore about vampires, and Flame had told her somewhat of his past, though he'd also said there were things he wasn't ready to discuss. She had only nodded her understanding, and left much of her own past still shrouded.

Eventually they'd retired to his bed, which was only just big enough for the two of them, and had cuddled up together for comfort's sake, both physical and mental. Even though she was the taller of the two, he'd tucked her head under his chin and held her. His embrace had been warm and wonderful, though it had been a little strange to realize that she couldn't hear his heartbeat. Still, that had been simply a reminder of what he was, which in turn was a reminder of what he could do--and had done--to her, which was nothing but pleasant, if a little distracting when one was trying to sleep.

All in all it had been one of her better experiences since joining the Clocktower Society.

With all that hovering on her mind, she strode through the doors of the ballroom and looked around for a splash of black and white amid all the red. She spotted him almost immediately, obvious not so much by his colors as by the fact that he was once again the only pony in the room wearing clothing. Just a simple vest this time, in a blue that exactly matched his eyes, but it did still make him stand out.

"Perique!" he called as she approached, turning to her with a broad and slightly toothy smile.

"Flame. Forgive my absence this past week. The vicissitudes of life happen when one wishes such complications least."

"I understand."

Perique glanced down and noticed suddenly that Flame was wearing a thin white collar. It hardly showed against the white of his coat. Her eyebrows went up in surprise. Flame's eyes, meanwhile, had settled at Perique's throat.

"A white collar, hmm? Courting anypony in particular?"

Perique smiled, though she also blushed slightly. "I could ask the same of you."

"Well, there is a certain thestral mare I've played with lately. We had a rather memorable scene at the vampire's ball last week..." Flame grinned.

Perique couldn't help it, she laughed. "Indeed! Yet I see you are wearing a white collar, not a mask. I had rather thought, after how dominant you were on that occasion, that a mask might be more appropriate."

"And here I was thinking that I've topped twice, and it's your turn now, so a collar is really the right thing for me." Flame's grin didn't fade at all, if anything it grew wider.

Perique raised her eyebrows again. "I see. I suppose it would be wrong of me to assume that you wanted me as your full time sub."

Flame chuckled softly. "Just as wrong as it would be for me to assume the same of you. We're both switches, after all. Truly, the collar and mask system isn't quite perfect for those of us who switch. I will freely admit I donned the white collar in hopes of courting you further, and enticing you to dominate me again. That first night was truly wonderful. Yet I would not object one bit to dominating you again, either."

"You make a most cogent point. So..." Perique considered this. It was true that she wanted more such nights as the one she had experienced last week. Yet the prior evening when Flame had served her had been quite enjoyable as well. "What shall we be, one to another?"

"A white collar isn't a commitment," said Flame, his grin softening to a gentle smile. "It merely means one is seeking something. Courting, if you will."

"Courting, aye. That suits, I think. Though if we should decide on black, which of us shall have the collar, and which the mask?"

"Why not both? I know of no rule against it."

Perique tilted her head, considering, then nodded. "I know of none either. Well then, let us court, and see what comes of it."

"Sounds good to me." Flame gave a little swish of his tail and added, "Though if you want to play tonight, I really do think it's my turn to be on the bottom."

Perique smiled. "Oh? Truly?"

"Yes."

"Hmm. Thou hast shown that thou art capable of worshiping a mare adequately, I suppose. Perhaps tonight I shall see if thou canst be hunted, ravished, taken, and rutted hard by one."

Flame almost instantly blushed bright red. "I... ah..."

Perique grinned evilly, showing her long, sharp fangs, and leaned in to say softly, "Dost thou want to be my prey, little rabbit?"

Flame shivered, re-arranging his wings almost nervously. "I... uhm... yes?"

Leaning even closer, her mouth to Flame's ear, Perique said, in an intense whisper, "Then run."

Flame ran.