Driven Batty

Twilight sat in her kitchen, a mug of freshly made coffee in hand. The mare felt happier and more restful than she had in days. The headache that had been hounding her since they had captured Fluttershy had gone as well.

There was a smile on her face as she watched Spike. The little dragon darted around the kitchen with his little apron on, cooking up a storm. The kitchen soon filled with the familiar scents of breakfast. Eggs, toast, pancakes, oatmeal; they were all there, but there was another smell, one that reminded her when Anon used to live with them in the tree house. Bacon.

It was nasty stuff, the smell able to turn even Applejack green. Twilight had built up a tolerance for it, so she didn’t want to puke whenever her number one assistant put it on a hot pan, if only just. As she sat there, sipping on her coffee, she couldn’t help but reminisce.

She remembered Anon sitting at their table in a chair far too small for him. She remembered his eyes lighting up when she showed him a package of five pounds of bacon she had gotten him for his birthday. She remembered when he gave a hesitant Spike a piece, and her immediate horror when the dragon instant became hooked. After the two had had their fill she had been forced to air out the tree house. The neighbors had complained about the smell for days.

Twilight sighed at the memory, watching as Spike flipped a pancake onto a plate. She had long ago ceased even offering to help him. The alicorn was a lot of things, but a good cook was not one of them. Spike had been trying his hardest to teach her lately, but even after months of work her food wasn’t exactly what one would call edible.

“You think we should go and wake Anon up?” Spike asked. “You know how he is in the mornings.”

Twilight leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. She let out a hum, thinking for a few moments before shaking her head.

“It’s still early. We can let him sleep a little longer,” she said. “We have all day.”

Spike’s nose scrunched up. “Well, if he doesn’t hurry up I’m calling dibs on the bacon.”

Twilight had to hold back a shudder as he licked his lips, looking down at a big plateful of the stuff.

“It’s been forever since I’ve had any of this. Oh Celestia, I can’t wait...”

“I can’t understand why you like that,” Twilight said.

“It’s awesome!” Spike said, driving his point him by stuff a clawful of bacon into his mouth and noisily chewing. “You should try a piece. I bet you’d like it.”

Just the idea of her enjoying the flesh of a once living being was almost enough to make Twilight’s stomach turn. She quickly pushed the thought to the side, giving her assistant a slightly forced smile.

“No thank you. I’ll just take some oatmeal and toast. And some of those pancakes. And those hashbrowns. Some cereal too please.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “I’ll get you some fruit too. Wouldn’t want you leaving hungry now, would we?”

“Hey, who’s cooking bacon?” a voice called.

Anon poked his head into the kitchen, his eyes immediately settling on the plateful of bacon.

“Morning everyone,” he said, over toward the table and sitting next to Twilight. “Lord, Spike, you make enough food there, buddy?”

“If I don’t make a big enough breakfast Twilight is grumpy all day,” Spike replied with a shrug.

Twilight couldn’t help but blush. “It’s my alicorn biology. Princess Celestia said we burn a lot more calories compared to the average pony.”

She wrapped a wing around the human’s back, pulling him against her. Anon looked down at her for a moment, before slinging an arm over her shoulder.

“Thanks for reading with me last night. I really needed it,” she said, resting her head against him.

“It’s just like back in the day, huh?” Anon replied.

“The bed was a lot smaller.”

“My feet did always hang off the edge. Remember when Spike tried to bite my foot that one time?”

“Hey, that was an accident!” Spike said, jabbing a spatula at them. “I was asleep, and you scared me. Besides, your foot shouldn’t have been so close to my basket.”

“Man, I miss that old basket.”

“I do too. Honestly, it was more comfortable than the bed I have now.”

“Why not get another one then? I can get you one for your birthday.”

“No thanks. It’d be weird to have a basket when I have my own room and everything now…”

As her two favorite stallions conversed, Twilight allowed her eyes to slip shut. She nuzzled herself closer against Anon. She always liked how noticeably cooler he was to the touch than a pony. His big body was perfect to snuggle with whenever it got hot out.

She remembered a simpler time, when she was still a faithful student. Anon still suffered from random panic attacks. Though not as bad as they had been when he had first appeared in the middle of town, he was still forced to wear that green mask his therapist knitted for him if he wanted to go outside, otherwise he’d just shut down if he were around any crowds. She and Rarity were the only ponies that he could be around for any length of him. Since his anxiety was bad enough that he had trouble sleeping, she had suggested that the two read aloud to each other in bed until they fell asleep.

The Alicorn smiled as Anon laughed at whatever Spike just said. It had been strange at first, she had never slept with a colt other than her dad and brother--and that had only been when she was little--but after a few weeks their reading sessions would end with a wonderful night’s sleep. She enjoyed the feeling of his mostly hairless skin, those big arms of his wrapped around her, but most of all it was his scent. It was familiar yet alien, with a metallic hint to it.

As Twilight wiggled just a hair closer, she could smell something meshed in with his usual smell. It was faint, barely noticeable over the soap that he used, but he could smell a mare. More specifically, a mare’s arousal.

Shestiffened. She didn’t pull away from Anon, but her ears did perk up. “Anon?”

“Hmm?” Anon said, looking down at her.

“You didn’t happen to see Starlight this morning, did you?”

Anon’s expression soured slightly. “Yeah, I did,” he replied. “When I left you, I found her fast asleep in the middle of the hallway. I tried to put her to bed, but she didn’t want to sleep alone.”

“She gets like that when Trixie isn’t here,” Spike said, sticking out his tongue. “There’s some days if you have your door unlocked she’ll come right in and sleep with you.”

That was true. Starlight was a mare that really didn’t like to sleep alone. Ever since Trixie had left for a tour, she had been hounding Twilight to sleep with her. While Twilight was always ready to help a friend, she almost always kept her door locked. She liked Starlight, and she was a great student, but the unicorn couldn’t keep her hands to herself. A fact which Anon never seemed to mind.

She felt a blush coming to her face. She frowned, trying her best to ignore the jealousy brewing in the pit of her stomach. She stayed right next to Anon, as close as she could, right until she heard plates being set out. Then, with her stomach growling loudly, she sat back properly into her chair.

“So, how was your sleep?” Anon asked as she reached for her utensils. “You feel alright this morning?”

“I feel great,” Twilight insisted, tying a napkin around her neck. “You know, you didn’t have to leave, right? We could have slept together like we used to.”

“I wanted to make sure you slept the whole night,” Anon said with a shrug. “I remember you tossing and turning whenever I slept with you. Can’t imagine that being all that restful. You need to be in tip top shape for Flutters today.”

Twilight sighed. “I suppose you’re right. Still, we’re going to have to do another reading session soon.”

“Of course. I made sure to bookmark our place last night.”

“Alright,” Spike said, stacking pancakes high onto Twilight’s plate. “Twilight wants everything but the kitchen sink. What do you want, Anon? Other than the bacon I mean.”

“I just want a little bit of bacon, buddy. Two pieces of buttered toast, and some eggs too, if you can.”

“Sunny side up?”

“You know it.”

Saluting, Spike scurried back toward the stove.

With a spell, Twilight teleported a jug of maple syrup into the table. She thoroughly soaked her pancakes, then proceeded to roll one of them up with her magic. She stabbed it with her fork, lifted it to her mouth, and began to eat.

“You really need to start eating like a normal person. Twi,” Anon said, watching as she ate her pancake in two big bites before drowning another and rolling it up as well. “I know you’re an alicorn and everything, but even you guys need to chew when you eat.”

“Ish always ate likesh this,” Twilight said somewhat indignantly, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. “You knowsh ‘at!”

Anon made a face. “I know, and it’s worried me longer than I can remember.”

Making sure that Spike wasn’t looking, the eating princess made a rude gesture toward the human. Anon laughed, wrapping an arm around her. He playfully reached out toward her plate, only for Twilight to point her fork threateningly at him.

Spike just snorted as he cracked an egg into a pan. “You two really need to get a room…”

In no time at all, Twilight finished her pancakes. Spike brought over a plateful of scrambled eggs and hay bacon, both of which she tore into like a rabid animal. Anon had to move away so he couldn’t be covered in chewed food and orange juice. When Spike brought him his plate he ate slowly, in no rush at all. The dragon then placed two plates far away from Twilight’s grasp, one for himself and one for Starlight no doubt. He helped himself to some pancakes--sprinkled with rubies, his favorite-- taking a lion's share of the bacon. Hoping into a chair, he began to eat as well.

There was no more talking, or playing, or teasing. The only sounds that could be heard was chewing and utensils tapping and scraping against plates.

Twilight, while eating enough for four fully grown stallions, finished far before the other two. She leaned back into her chair with a satisfied groan, patting her engorged belly.

“Fantastic as always, Spike,” she said.

“You sure you’re full there, Twi? I don’t want to get too close and lose an arm by accident,” Anon said, taking a sip of his water.

“Har, har, har, very funny.”

“Seriously though, where do you put it all? You’re like a black hole. You sure you’re the Princess of Friendship and not the Princess of Eating Competitions?”

“You keep it up with the jokes and I’ll show you where I put it all, buster brown,” she said, reaching over with a wingtip to boop his nose. “Now, I know you’re still eating, and Starlight is… resting, but I think we need to discuss a plan of action with Fluttershy for today. We don’t need a repeat of what happened yesterday.”

Very slowly, Anon placed his fork down. “Actually, I had a conversation with Fluttershy yesterday, and I think I might have a solution...”

~_~_~_~_~_~

“It looks like the recorder is working. Fantastic. Ahem. My name is Twilight Sparkle. For prosperity's sake I am going to record all conversations conducted today as well as my thoughts, both for self-study and the study of all those with an academic mindset who might wish or need the information gathered.”

Once again checking to see that her recording device was in working order, Twilight began walking the room. She was wearing a white labcoat, every pocket stuffed with all sorts of measuring devices and rubber gloves. Her mane had been done up in a tight ponytail. Sitting on top of her head was a pair of goggles. Beside her, also wearing a labcoat along with a thick pair of rubber gloves that went up past her elbows, was Starlight.

There, sitting in the middle of a room filled with giant humming machines and tables with beakers and rubber hoses filled with strange liquids and magnifying lenses, was Anon. Unlike the two very smart horse-women in the room, he was not wearing a labcoat, nor had he even been offered eye protection of any kind. He was in his normal clothes, not allowed to wear his shoes for some reason.

Anon would have never admitted it, but he was a tad nervous. He remembered, not all that long ago, when Twilight had worn a similar labcoat with a crazed, curious look in her eyes directed at him. Thankfully, he wasn’t the one under a microscope today. The unfortunate winner of both mares’ curiosity was seated in his lap.

Fluttershy appeared to be calm. Even though she was eyeing both Twilight and Starlight with her eyes narrowed and her muzzle scrunched, there was no tension in her body. She wasn’t about ready to charge at the mares; at least not immediately.

She had her back firmly pressed against Anon’s chest, her head right under his chin. The pegasus had one of his hands held firmly between her own two.

Twilight cleared her throat.

“An indeterminate amount of time ago, a dear friend of mine, a pegasus named Fluttershy, was infected by what we believe is an extremely rare magical disease. With some surface observations, it was noted that this pony-made disease seems to mirror symptoms of vampirism. I cannot stress enough that our current data is nowhere near thorough enough to give any conclusive guess as to what exactly happened and is happening to her. In fact, we cannot, with total certainty, say that what’s wrong with her is a disease; magical or otherwise.

It is my desire to explore and study whatever has turned her into what she is now with the help of my assistants, Starlight Glimmer and the human Anonymous.”

Anon opened his mouth to say something, but Starlight brought a finger to her lips and shushed him. Fluttershy didn’t seem to appreciate the gesture, her ears folding against her skull as she let out a low, slow hiss.

Twilight turned, staring at Fluttershy.

“At this moment I am going to ask Fluttershy a series of questions, both to see her mental state as well as attempt to gather just how much the disease has changed her from the mare that I knew.”

With a snap of her fingers, a stool appeared a few feet from Fluttershy and Anon. Twilight walked over to it, taking a seat. With another snap a clipboard and pen appeared in her hands. Tapping the pen against the clipboard, Twilight leaned forward.

“Good morning Fluttershy. How was your sleep?”

Fluttershy said nothing, just staring at the mare. Anon nudged her.

“Get to talking,” he said.

“I’d prefer not to,” Fluttershy said with a sniff. “This is… beneath me.”

“I’m going to keep my word. You need to keep yours,” he replied, using his knees to bounce her.

“I promised that I would not harm the prey, my Count. I never said that I would converse with them. Please, my lord, why don’t we just return to our temporary chambers? Let the sheep mewl to themselves.”

“Can you not call them sheep? They’re your friends.”

“They were the other Fluttershy’s friends; a weak and pathetic mare if there ever was one.”

Twilight was furiously writing as they talked, her eyes never leaving them.

“Interesting,” she said quietly before sitting up a little straighter. “Fluttershy? Could you please explain to me what you exactly mean when you call us prey?”

Fluttershy pressed her back against the human’s chest, mouth forming into a thin line. It took a good two minutes of Anon nudging and poking the pegasus before she let out a sigh.

“You are lovers of the weak-hearted sun,” she said. “Not warriors, not hunters. There is no drive, no ferocity in any of you. You do not even think for yourselves beyond what that wretched princess wishes you to. This is why you’re lesser, why you’re prey. Not fit to be even called ponies.”

Starlight, who was taking her own notes, looked up from her clipboard. “Hey, fuck you evil Fluttershy,” she said.

Twilight raised a hand toward her, making a calming gesture.

“Alright… Let’s agree to disagree on that, hmm? Thank you very much for answering me.”

“I would not be here at all if not for my Count,” Fluttershy said, reaching up to touch Anon’s cheek. “You should be on your hands and knees, kissing the very ground he walks on in thanks.”

Twilight watched as the mare looked up at the human, who appeared less than happy. She tried not to squirm as Fluttershy started to stroke his face, looking into his eyes with nothing less than total adoration. She coughed, tapping a hoof against the ground louder and louder until the pegasus once again turned her attention back toward her.

“Yes, well, let's continue please. You keep calling Anon your Count. Is there a reason for that?”

“Because that is what he is,” Fluttershy replied, tilting her muzzle upward. “Unlike you weaklings, he did not cower from me, he did not run. When I dared to bite him he left a mark on me unlike any other.”

She squirmed in Anon’s lap, hugging his hand close to her chest.

A slightly uncomfortable silence filled the room. Twilight was doing her best to ignore it and write down her notes. Anon was looking down at the pegasus, looking exasperated. Starlight was staring at the mare as well, a scowl on her face.

“Hey, fuck you evil Fluttershy! You big, dumb weirdo.”

“For Celestia’s sake, Starlight…”

“What? I’m still mad about the prey thing! Am I not allowed to be mad at the prey thing? I’m not prey; I destroyed the world for Luna’s sake. Twice!.”

Covering her face with a hand, Twilight could only let out a groan.

After that admittedly rocky start things began to go a little more smoothly. With Anon coaxing Fluttershy, the mare began to open up more. Sure, most of what she said was insults, mostly centered around the sun and Celestia, but what information they could glean from her was incredibly useful.

While she stated she enjoyed the taste of blood, Fluttershy did not need it. What she did need was fruit. More importantly, she needed the natural sugars in the fruit. If she didn’t get enough fruit, she would get weak and groggy. The same thing happened if she were to step outside in the sun, which she said hurt to look at in any light. She also remembered her “past” life as the Fluttershy that they all knew and loved, though she recalled that time with distaste.

Anon really did his best to keep the pegasus talking, but after around an hour of questioning Fluttershy started to clam up. She started to look visibly irritated with Twilight walking around her with her clipboard, baring her teeth more than once whenever the excited alicorn would get right up in her face to ask her something. Thankfully, Starlight was able to notice this, and had them switch to testing.

They tested her reflexes, her vision, earring, sense of smell, and a dozen other things. The results that came back were, in a word, worrying. After the day before, they knew that Fluttershy was freakishly fast, but testing showed that she was nearly three times as fast as a regular pony. She was also much stronger, able to lift a two hundred pound sack and toss it right up to the ceiling with absolutely no effort; though they weren’t sure if that just wasn’t what Fluttershy could do before she became a vampire. The mare could also see in near absolute darkness, hear so well that all of Twilight’s equipment couldn’t measure just how well, and smell a drop of blood in a closed container on the other side of the castle.

Perhaps the most worrying thing about the mare concerned her mouth. Her fangs were tough and sharp enough to pierce steel, and her jaw strength was now comparable to that of a Great White Shark. Anon had paled when he saw her nearly bite through Twilight’s measuring device, quietly thankful she hadn’t bitten a chunk out of his neck.

It was scary. They were at the tip of the iceberg where testing was concerned, and it was made painfully clear to them just how dangerous that Fluttershy was. She was a super predator, one so dangerous that it was clear to them just how lucky they had been with her, all things considered. Had she so desired, she could have ripped doors off hinges or broken through walls of the ponies she had been stalking about town.

Twilight, while very much against Anon’s plan this morning, had relented once she had checked and double checked some of the results. As much as she didn’t want to put her friend in the lion’s den, Fluttershy could not, under any circumstances, be allowed to leave the castle. If she managed to infect more ponies, even just a few, Equestria could be in some serious trouble.

Which was why, as the sun was beginning to set, Anon found himself in Fluttershy’s room. Twilight had given him a hug and reassurance that her and Starlight would be checking up on them throughout the night before locking the door. The test results today really must have unnerved the alicorn, because there were two more magical runes on the doors, both of which looked just as complex and powerful as the first one.

Fluttershy, meanwhile, seemed absolutely thrilled. The mare had a great big smile on her face, practically skipping around the room.

“Oh my Count, it is my greatest delight that I’ll finally take my rightful place at your bedside,” she said, her bat wings giving a small flap.

“You slept with me yesterday,” Anon pointed out.

He tried not to make a face as he looked at the mare’s fangs. Fluttershy no doubt could hear his heartbeat pick up, but she didn’t comment on it, walking toward him.

“That was a flight of passion. A lady should have waited for her lord to beckon, but I ached for you, my love,” Fluttershy said. “I pray that you can forgive me.”

She bowed her head, her wings drooping to the floor. It was stange, seeing someone so dangerous look so sorry. Anon, not able to help himself, placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, Flutters. Don’t go doing that,” he said. “Just… don’t try to eat me tonight, okay?”

Fluttershy looked up at him, a small smile coming to her face. “Any proper lady should “eat” her lover whenever she can,” she said. “Would you deny me such a… lovely meal?”

Anon leaned down, looking her in the eye. “Yes. Yes I would.”

The mare blew a raspberry at him. “You wound me, darling. Still, I shall forgive you, as your very presence is more than enough to heal any slight.”

Before Anon could blink, she darted forward and gave him a peck on the nose. Pulling back, she spun around on a hoof and began to make her way to the bathroom. She made sure to put a sway in her hips as she walked, her tail flicking from side to side.

“I will refresh myself,” she said over her shoulder. “I would be delighted if my Count were to join me…”

“I’ll just be out here, thanks,” Anon replied, backing up until he hit the bed, then sitting down.

“Next time then,” Fluttershy said with complete confidence, looking over her shoulder to wink at him.

It wasn’t until he heard the bathroom door click closed did Anon find himself relaxing. He let out a sigh, shoulders slumping. He wanted to let himself fall back onto the bed, but the feeling of danger forced him to be alert and weary. Desperately, he wished he could go back to his relative ignorance, where he thought vampire Fluttershy was just a regular horse with fangs and bat wings. Were she as hostile to him as she was to the other girls he would have been having a full blown panic attack.

Anon took a few deep breaths to steady himself. Everything would be alright. If Fluttershy had really wanted to hurt him, she would have done it last night when she snuck in his room. Or when he caught her at Sweet Apple Acres. Or the dozens of other opportunities that he had unknowingly given her.

Slowly, his racing heart began to slow. Anon closed his eyes, forcing himself to lean backwards until his back hit the mattress.

There might have been danger, but thankfully Flutters didn’t seem to wish him any harm. All he needed to do was keep it that way until Twilight and Starlight figured out a way to change her back. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about her murdering everyone.

“How the hell did I even manage to get her mouth open? Or off me. Fuck, I just carried her home like it was no big deal…”

Anon covered his face with a hand, listening to the sound of a shower being turned on. Not long after, it was followed by singing. He couldn’t make out the words, but he knew Fluttershy’s voice anywhere. Kicking off his shoes, he made himself comfortable.

He closed his eyes, promising himself that he’d only do so for a minute, but when he eventually did come back to himself the shower was no longer running. Eyes snapping open, he picked his head up.

From across the room, Fluttershy was pulling a sock up her leg. The mare had her mane and tail wrapped in towels, her fur still slightly wet. The underwear she was wearing must have been stolen, which, with a single glance, he knew the real Fluttershy would never buy something so risque . Her panties may as well have been floss with how much they really hid, and she would spill out of her bra if there were a slight breeze.

Fluttershy was humming to herself as she pulled the sock up her thigh. She looked down at her leg, then back at her rump. Seemingly satisfied, she hopped in place--which forced her to push her tits back into her bra--then turned toward Anon. She smiled, seeing him struggling to pick his jaw off of the floor.

“My Count enjoys what he sees?” she asked, running her hands down her body. “A bit tight to be sure, but you gaze more than makes up for it~”

Anon finally forced himself to look away from the pegasus. He coughed into his hand, trying his best to ignore the tightness in his pants. What had happened this morning with Starlight had already left him backed up. He had a feeling sleeping with an ex-supermodel was only going to make things worse.

Fluttershy giggled, making her way over to him. A wing stretched out around his shoulder as she plopped herself into his lap. Anon tried to lean away, surprised, but the wing tightened around him, pulling him back against her.

“My Count had a less than satisfying experience with that purple unicorn, yes?” she asked.

Anon frowned. “How’d you know about that? You weren’t sneaking around, were you?”

“Oh no, I could hear you both enjoying yourselves well enough from here,” Fluttershy said, stroking his chest. “Smell it as well. It was a shame she was not mare enough to satisfy you, my love, though it is not surprising. There is only one that could do such a thing, and she’s right in your lap.”

She kissed his neck, looking up at him with her blood red eyes.

“You needn’t even ask. Just take me.”

Anon leaned down toward her ear. “No,” he said.

Fluttershy frowned. “Might I ask why?” she asked.

“You’re not the real Fluttershy,” the human replied. “You’re just some weird magical sickness. Running around naked, wearing this--” he gestured toward her with a hand. “--she wouldn’t act like this.”

The mare began to softly laugh. “There is so much of that weakling you call Fluttershy that you don’t know of, my Count,” she said, patting his cheek. “Fluttershy: the mare that couldn’t stomach eyes settling on her. Fluttershy: the mare that became anxious at the smell of a stallion so much so that it’d make her stomach tighten when one came too close.”

She laughed again, hopping off of his lap to stand in front of him.

“A silent, private mare, with nothing but her animals and her cartoons. A mare too soft to allow her instincts take over when she saw a nice male that didn’t make her wish to run because he was not a stallion. One that helped her carry her animal feed from the market, even when she doesn’t ask. Perhaps she walked behind him not because what she’s carrying is heavy but because she enjoyed looking at his flank.”

Fluttershy’s red eyes seemed to glow as she began to pace the room like a trapped animal.

“She did not say anything to him of course. She was still weak, too unsure of herself to take what she wanted. Instead, she thanked him and returned to her empty home with her animals, with only her imagination, her fingers and a toy or three.”

Slowly, Anon’s eyes narrowed. “It took years for me to believe that Princess Celestia and Princess Luna raised and lowered the sun and the moon, even when they did it in front of me at different times of the day. If you think I’m going to believe you for even a second, when you have something to gain, you are out of your mind,” he said.

“So stubborn,” Fluttershy said, taking a seat right next to him. “I am simply telling you the truth, my Count. The only thing I “gain” is pleasure in your understanding of why I am better than the mare you knew as Fluttershy.”

She leaned against him. Very carefully, she placed a hand over his bandaged arm. When Anon looked at her, he saw she was looking at his also still bandaged neck. The expression she wore on her face almost looked regretful, though only for a moment as she looked ahead.

“I do not resist instinct. Anxiety and fear do not rule me. I am strong, fierce. I take what I wish and I hunt where I will when I will it. I will not hide behind my mane and quietly hope for things that might never happen.”

She puffed her chest out, head held high as she looked at him.

“I am better. Better.

Anon leaned down toward the mare until their noses were almost touching. “If you think all that then you really aren’t the Fluttershy I knew. She’s one of the strongest ponies I know.”

Some of the air left her, a mixture of annoyance and amusement crossing her face. “So stubborn,” she repeated, booping his nose with her own. “I suppose I’ll need to take steps to show you. Words are less than wind after all.”

She leaned back, pressing her biceps on either side of her chest. With a squeeze she pressed her breasts together, almost forcing them to pop out of her bra. Anon, for his part, was able to mostly keep his gaze settled on her face. Mostly.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed our conversation, I am tired, my love,” the pegasus said with a yawn. “Humoring those sun-loving harlots had taken its toll upon me. Shall we retire?”

Rubbing his face, the human let out a sigh. “Yeah, we probably should be hitting the hay. It’s gonna be another day of teasing to--”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Fluttershy pressed her weight against him. Anon was forced to fall back onto the bed, where the mare immediately began making herself comfortable. Of course, she made sure that as much of her body was pressed up against his as was physically possible. She hummed into his ear, running a hand down his chest.

Anon quickly wiggled out of her grasp, which got an upset squeak out of the mare. He walked over toward the closet, opening it and poking his head inside. He grabbed a blanket, making his way over to the light switch and flicking it off.

“We’ll need this,” he said, tossing the blanket onto the bed. “You’re freezing.”

Fluttershy’s sour look once again turned happy as he climbed back into the bed. He had barely touched the mattress when she was once again clinging to him, cooing and touching and shivering. Anon just closed his eyes and did his best to ignore it, keeping his hands to himself.

It was going to be a long, long night.