Driven Batty

It had been a long, long few days. The endless hours of looking through old, dusty books, staring at charts and into microscopes until it felt like your eyes were going to pop out of your head. Being so busy that everyone in the castle had one meal if they remembered to eat. All of this while they had a dangerous yellow pegasus just a few rooms away at all times had made things pretty stressful to say the least.

When Twilight had said that they would be taking a day off, he had almost broken out into song and dance. Anon, a man with so little scientific, medical, and magical knowledge that he would have been more useful as a piece of furniture than an assistant, was just glad that he wouldn’t need to be in the library for a few hours. He had been doing his best, trying and horribly failing to fill the role Spike usually would, but it was like Twilight and Starlight were speaking a different language some days. If it was frustrating for him, it was much more so for the two mares. The other day, he was pretty sure he saw Starlight angrily chewing her way through a book’s cover when he passed her the wrong liquid-filled vial.

Hopefully, they would all just get the chance to relax and unwind today. Sleep in, eat some horrible food, watch a few movies and just goof around. Twilight insisted that they were close to a cure; no need to kill themselves when the finish line was just a few steps away. The human would have kicked off his day off by sleeping till late morning, maybe early afternoon if Twilight would let him, if not for his bedtime companion.

“Hmmm~ By the night... Please. PLEASE...”

A low, hungry groan woke Anon from his sleep. He was wide awake in an instant, bracing himself for unnatural arousal and heat, but it seemed as if Starlight’s magical underwear were still doing their job. However, while Fluttershy’s fluids were contained, the mare’s libido was much less so.

He could feel the mare squirming in their shared bed as she noisily panted. Hooves, elbows, and wings nudged and touched him as she went to town on herself with her fingers. For the last two days, he had attempted to roll over and fall back asleep, but knew just how futile the gesture was.

Opening an eye, he saw the pegasus. She had thrown off her covers. Her face was flushed and she was biting her bottom lip. Her hooves dug into the bed, allowing her to roll her hips as she rubbed herself. The bottom of her shirt had slid up to her chest, revealing her heaving belly. From the smell, and the sweat dripping from her fur, it appeared as if Fluttershy had been at it for a good long while.

“Come on,” Fluttershy whispered, sounding as if she were about to cry. “I need it. Oh, by the nightmare, I n-need it.”

Anon cleared his throat. His frustration disappeared as he watched tears making their way down her face. Fluttershy had been a horndog since she managed to get into bed with him, but it was starting to sound as if she were in genuine pain.

“Hey, Flutters. You, um, alright there?” he asked lamely.

Fluttershy’s eyes opened. She blinked, causing fresh tears to stain her cheeks. As she focused on him, equal parts desperation and relief crossed her face.

“Anon,” she said, the first time she had used his name since turning into the weird bat creature she now was. “I need… I need help.”

Without hesitation, Anon sat up. “What’s going on?” he asked. “Are you--”

He tried to reach out toward the mare when she became a blur, throwing herself at him. Anon grunted as her body collided against his, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Reflexively, he wrapped his arms around the mare’s waist. Fluttershy, burying her face into his neck, whined.

“The heat is too much,” she said, grinding herself into his lap. “It is beyond self-control, beyond a matter of will. I need release.”

“I’m not fucking--” Anon began, only to be cut off.

“You don’t!” Fluttershy said, barely able to choke back a sob. “I just need you near. I need your touch, my love. Without it, this heat will grow past the edge of insanity, and I fear I won’t survive it.”

A hand squeezed Anon’s arm. A few seconds later, it was right above his belly button, fingertips stroking his skin.

This felt like some sort of trap. For all he knew, this was all just some sort of act trying to get into his pants. Deeply uncomfortable as he was, he desperately wanted to push the pegasus off him and hide in the bathroom until Starlight or Twilight came along. That was until he felt a tear hit his collarbone as the mare began to cry. She might have been an apple-loving monster with bat wings and long fangs, she might have wanted to enslave all of Equestria and lord knows what else, she might have thought her best friends as nothing more than cattle now, but this was still Fluttershy, and there might not have been anything sadder or more heartbreaking than seeing Fluttershy crying.

Anon’s body reacted before his mind could, holding the pegasus close, one hand reaching up to touch the back of her head. “Get off me and go to the edge of the bed,” he said, giving her ear a scratch. “I’ll help you.”

Absolute, crushing sadness was replaced with sheer, utter joy as Fluttershy sat back to look at him.

“You will?” she asked, wiping away tears and snot with the back of her arm.

“Yes. Now hurry up before I change my mind.”

Fluttershy rolled off him and crawled to the edge of the bed almost faster than his eye could follow, her tail wagging as if she were a happy puppy. As she sat down at the edge, she reached back and grabbed Anon’s hand. With a tug, she pulled the much larger man toward her with absolutely no effort.

“Come on,” he said, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “Get in my lap. Then you can do what you need to do.”

Smiling, Fluttershy jumped into his lap. Anon, reaching up, wiped the tears from her face. He then closed his eyes tightly, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

The pegasus wiggled and squirmed in his lap, placing her hands on his thighs for support. Anon made a face as she let out little grunts, trying to make herself comfortable. Once she did, she seemed to melt back into the human, letting out a happy sigh.

He cracked open an eye and looked down. Seeing that she had a leg propped up against the corner of the bed, allowing her to splay herself out as a hand slipped into her panties, he quickly closed it.

Seconds ticked by. He sat there, stiff as a board, trying to imagine himself anywhere else. He could feel the mare’s hand moving, feel her lean back against him. When Flutter’s hand brushed against his, slick with her own arousal, his hands flew away from her body, grabbing fists full of bedding on either side of himself.

Fluttershy let out a breathless giggle, her mane tickling his nose as she rubbed traced her lower lips with two fingers. Her nostrils flared, and a shudder ran through her.

While not perfect, this was a vast improvement than what she had suffered before. Laying on her cold, lifeless side of the bed, with nothing but her imagination and her love’s scent was not the ideal way to relieve the pent up stress she felt. Here however, sitting in his lap, his warmth filling her up, his scent all around her, the feeling of his heart pounding inside of his chest, and, most importantly, the hard, throbbing thing poking her butt as she wiggled around, this was just what she needed.

“Hmm~. My love, please touch me,” she said.

Anon didn’t move. She looked up at him to see his eyes shut tight and his face scrunched up as if he had just eaten a lemon. Laughing, she tilted her head up to lick his jaw. His taste exploded across her tastebuds with such force it made her gasp. Her body jerked in stimulation, nipples hardening as she slipped a finger into herself.

“Wouldn’t you play with me, my Count?” she murmured, her gaze becoming unfocused. “You can touch me wherever you like. Stroke me, squeeze me, choke me; I am yours to please.”

She didn’t get a peep from the human. If it weren’t for the fact she felt him twitch against her rump, she would have thought he hadn’t heard her. Her leg kicked as she circled her clit with a thumb.

“Just a little?” she continued. “It’ll help me all that much more.”

Anon’s grip loosened on the sheets. He loudly exhaled through his nose, shoulders ramrod stiff as he lifted his arms. Fluttershy watched intently, licking her lips as he cracked open an eye to see what he was doing. He attempted to touch the pegasus twice, only to stop short and pull his hands away each time.

Arousal was battling discomfort. He might not be in danger of her cum getting on him, but those panties did nothing to cover the smell of her arousal. Things also weren’t helped by the fact that she was grinding in his lap like a well-paid stripper.

He jumped as Flutters let out a whine. With her hand moving with increased fervor, she puffed her chest out toward. Anon licked his lips, his gaze drifting down the mare’s low cut top, where a mile of cleavage greeted him. All he’d need to do was pull back his arms a little and he’d get two handfuls of some of the nicest tits in Equestria. More than handfuls probably; from the look of them they’d probably be spilling out of his hands. His fingers twitched, his hands slowly moving.

Fluttershy smiled, her belly tightening in anticipation. She was already close; just a touch would send her over the edge.

“Yesssss. Touch me my love,” she said. “Take what’s yours~”

Anon’s body jerked, nearly sending the pegasus out of his lap. Both eyes snapped open, and he looked down at his hands, which were nearly touching the mare’s breasts. He let out a sigh, his face scrunching back up. Suddenly, he brought both hands down hard onto the mare’s bare thighs.

Fluttershy let out a yelp of surprise, her hips bucking as he squeezed as hard as he dared. That yelp was cut short as fingertips dug into soft, supple fur. Her body tensed as if she had been hit by a thunderbolt, all except the hand down her panties, which became a blur.

The mare let out a shaky breath. She tilted her head to look up at him with unfocused eyes, mouth agape in a wordless cry.

To help her along just a little more, Anon gave the mare a quick peck on the nose. Her eyes crossed as he pulled away. She began bucking her hips with such intensity that he had to press down even harder on her legs. Fluttershy gasped, her gaze snapping up toward the ceiling. She made a choked, strained noise as her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

“Fuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk!”

Her back arched, her wings smacking the sides of Anon’s arms. The human kneaded her thighs, staring down at her boobs appreciatively.

Slowly, her hand’s movements began to slow down. The tension left her body, and she went limp against him. Anon had to hold her head up to keep her from falling over. Fluttershy, sweating and panting, murmured a thank you as she traced a finger around her clit, trying to wring out every last bit of pleasure.

“You… you should have played... with my breasts,” she panted.

“You were just fine with the leg squeezing from the looks of things,” Anon replied as she slowly pulled her hand out of her panties.

She brought the hand up to her face, examining her wet fingers. Opening her mouth, she popped them in. Her cheeks concaved as she sucked, looking up at him and winking. Anon just awkwardly cleared his throat, looking away from her.

“So… why don’t we get a little more shuteye, huh?”

~_~_~_~_~_~

Love bites. Tender caresses. Heavy weight pushing her down into the mattress. Twilight should feel the canines in his mouth as he bit her neck. His fingers, longer and more slender than a pony's, touching her. Her face, her breasts, her belly, her butt; anywhere he could reach was his to explore.

He was so warm, so big. He’d let out a growl every few moments, making her already beating heart pound just that much faster. She could feel a mixture of delight and terror as he had his way with her. Under him, she wasn’t a princess, or a powerful magic user. She was nothing more than a plaything; breeding stock for a bigger and stronger predator.

The best-- or worst part, depending on who you asked--was that he just didn’t tear off her clothes and ravage her like some wild beast. He seemed to somehow know that was what she really wanted. No, instead he was teasing her. The kissing, the touching; he didn’t even have his pants off and he had her wrapped around his finger.

It was infuriating and exciting in equal measure. She couldn’t express with words just how long she had wanted this. To cup his face and look him in the eye as she kissed him. To see that hungry glint in his eye as he groped her. Feel his stallionhood, barely held back by his pants, rubbing against her thighs and belly.

He was going to take her, again and again and again. He was going to hold her down and rut her until she was stuffed like Pinkie Pie after a party. Those long, slender fingers were going to hold her down while he pumped a foal or three into her.

“Hmmm~! Anon!”

A powerful orgasm ripped Twilight from her dreams. The mare’s eyes snapped open as she gasped for breath, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. For a second, she forgot she was a princess in her own castle. She became old Twilight in her library, biting down on her blanket so Spike wouldn’t hear her groaning in his basket.

She rolled onto her side, nearly rolling off her bed. Her hand found its way down to her underwear, and, eyes closing, she began rubbing herself through them. The wave became a tsunami, and she bit harder down onto her blanket as stars exploded across her vision. It took a good few minutes for the stars to disappear. It took even longer for her to come to her senses.

Twilight found herself on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She was breathing hard, and sweat was stinging the corners of her eyes. Her body also somehow felt both relaxed and tense at the same time, which was very concerning for the alicorn.

“What the… what the heck was… that?”

Straining to pick her head up, she lifted her covers off her body. As soon as the covers were lifted, the smell of her own arousal hit her like a train. Staring down at her groin it looked, for all the world, like she had just peed herself. A blush exploded across her face as she leapt out of her bed. Her attempt to flee almost ended in disaster as her legs gave out.

“Oh! Honeyseeds…”

Using her nightstand for support, she looked around the room. Seeing no one, and quietly thanking her luck, she placed a locking ward on her door. It was already locked, but she just wanted to make sure.

With a spell, the smell that was beginning to fill the room disappeared. Next, the sheets were teleported to the laundry room, and the mattress itself was dried and cleaned. Then went Twilight’s clothes, leaving the mare naked and red-faced in her room.

“There! All better!” she said, just a little too loudly, clasping her hands together with a strained smile that was for no one but herself.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Twilight,” she said to herself, making her way toward her bathroom.. “It’s perfectly natural to get excited during a dream. You cleaned everything up. Before breakfast you can go wash your clothes and sheets. Spike isn’t here to clean, and Starlight never does laundry, so nopony will even know. It’s fine. It’s great!”

Her dream flashed in her mind. The teeth, the biting, the feeling of Anon’s furless flesh against her, all of it so real that Luna herself would have had trouble making such a life-like illusion. Twilight shivered, biting her lower lip as she turned on her shower. Chewing on her bottom lip, she turned the water to as cold before stepping in.

It had been a long time since she had a dream like this one. Just after Anon had told her that he was moving out into his own house if she remembered correctly. She had known he disliked her castle, traumatized as he was about what had happened to the tree library, but she never expected him to leave her.

The two had lived together for nearly two years till that point. They had done everything together, from reading books from night to morning, to running away from a Hydra in the Everfree. It had been hard letting him go; harder than any test Celestia had given her, more difficult than any villain she had gone against. She could have said something, she should have said something, but when she had the chance she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Twilight found herself scowling as she scrubbed herself. Why could she memorize a new spell in a few hours and solve any friendship problem within a week, but bagging a stallion was beyond her?

It wasn’t like she hadn’t studied the subject. She had read a dozen books, and even spoke to Cadence about it, for crying out loud! The books, while explaining the fundamentals, couldn’t get her mouth to work when things really mattered. Her sister-in-law had been just as useless. Twilight loved Cadence, she really did, but when her fellow princess just told her to be herself, she had wanted to pick her up and toss her out the window.

She didn’t want to be like Starlight. She didn’t need to be as smooth as butter with the both sexs. She didn’t need to bone every creature with a pulse. All she wanted was one big, alien stallion that liked to read and cuddle with her every night with his big, furless body.

She had done a lot for Equestria, and harmony itself. Was her one wish all that much to ask?

She stepped out of her shower, not bothering to reach for a towel. Instead, with a spell, she evaporated all the water from her body. She didn’t like doing this usually, since it always made her mane poof out, but she found herself not in a mood to care all that much.

Stomping out into her bedroom, she made her way toward her closet.

In all honesty, she couldn’t be all that mad. She had spoken with Starlight about Anon when the unicorn regailing her sexual exploits with the human had become too much. That conversation quickly transformed into a rather uncomfortable one for the princess.

Twilight had been worried that her student would poke fun at her for not having the confidence to woo colts, or the fact that she had gotten first--and so far last-- kiss in second grade from a colt who had been dared to do it. Surprisingly however, Starlight had been nothing but supportive.

She understood that not all mares wanted to be sex fiends like her. Starlight assured her that she thought her crush on Anon was “sweet”. She didn’t give her useless advice like Cadence or those books had. Instead, she had propositioned her with a plan. It had been months since that day, and, if what Starlight had said the other day was true, the plan finally bore fruit.

Starlight convinced Anon to let her and Trixie take him out on a date. There was no reason why he would object if she just so happened to be there as well, all dressed up and ready for the other mares to do the wooing.

Was it a little cheap and easy to let others do all the hard work in romance? Pathetic even? Yes. Did Twilight give a single horse apple? Absolutely not.

If she couldn’t force herself to mare up, she could get others to put her in the best, most ideal situation where she wouldn’t have a choice. Anon was going to be her coltfriend, even if it killed her.

Twilight threw open her closet door. There were clothes for all situations, all neatly folded and categorized by size, color, and type of clothing. In the back, hanging on the wall, was a full length mirror, or what would have been full length for a normal pony.

The alicorn was about to reach for a pair of pants, when her own reflection caught her eye. Even now, it was surreal just how much she had changed since ascending. All her life she had been as skinny as a board, and short even compared to a pegasus. Her coat hadn’t a flashy or eye-catching color, and other than the stripe running down her mane and tail, neither really stood out in a crowd.

She had never thought of herself as ugly, just plain. That had never really bothered her. She was one of the most powerful unicorns since Starswirl, and had been one of Celestia’s greatest students. Beauty and what ponies thought of her never really crossed her mind.

But now?

At the very least, she had grown a full foot taller. Her coat, mane, and tail shone in the sunlight. Her breasts had grown and grown until she was at Rarity’s every week getting fitted for new bras. Her legs and rump had grown just as quickly.

She didn’t need to maintain this body. Other than Rainbow having her do flight drills once a week so she knew how to use her wings properly, she didn’t go to the gym. She didn’t need to diet or watch what she ate. If she went to The Hay Burger every day for every meal, ordering the most unhealthy food they served and eating until she was about to puke her belly would be as flat and firm as ever.

Twilight struck a pose. Puffing her chest out, she reached up to cup her breasts, noting how they spilled out of her hands. She then turned her back to her mirror, looking over her shoulder. Spreading her wings as wide as she could, she arched her back, reaching down to grab her big, round, muscular bottom.

She was more than the simple unicorn she had been. She was an alicorn; a perfect mixture of earth pony, pegasus, and unicorn, with all of their strengths and few of their weaknesses. She had gone from plain to utterly beautiful. Wherever she walked, she turned heads of both mares and stallions. Some were so enraptured that if she let them, they would have gotten onto their hands and knees to kiss her hooves.

Nothing Celestia had taught her had prepared for this sort of thing. It was so much power that even now it worried her, but even with that worry she had to admit that she did look good. Surely she was pretty enough for Anon.

Right?

For a moment, she imagined the human running his hands all over her body. She bit her lip, feeling her body becoming warm. She turned away from her mirror.

“Need to start breakfast…” she muttered.

She reached for a pair of underwear, stopping just as she was about to touch the fabric. Her face scrunched up in thought as a feeling began to well up inside of her. After a few seconds, she squared her shoulders, leaving the underwear and instead grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms.

As she put them on, she couldn’t help but feel a bit naughty going commando. Giggling to herself, she grabbed a low cut, thin undershirt. Forgoing a bra--which only made her giggle harder--she put the shirt on and turned once again toward the mirror.

Her boobs looked ready to pop out of the shirt, and she could clearly see her nipples through the fabric. Normally, she’d never leave her room looking like this, but, for some reason, it felt right. She felt bold, almost confident. This would no doubt turn Anon’s head; she could feel it in her bones. It sent a thrill down her spine, with none of the anxiety that usually came along with any thought of wooing the human.

“Alright. Let's see what we can do today!”