Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here
”Applejack? Hello? Is anybody here?”
You squint as you look around the battered and broken orchard. The treetops are doing an admirable job of shielding the ground from the moonlight. Spotting anything other than silhouettes is near impossible. With chattering teeth, you wrap your arms around your body and rub yourself lightly.
”’Waiting for you at the orchard’, my ass.”
Each step you take is careful and calculated. You nimbly avoid the rotten apples littering the ground, and in particular the small, weird pools of sticky liquids. Knowing these ponies, it’s probably some magical energy which will turn you into a monster if you step on it. Heavens know they’ve talked of things just as bad, at least.
“This isn’t funny”, you call out. “Where is everybody?”
Only the distant howling of angry timberwolves can be heard, aside from your own staggered breathing. The air has gotten quite a bit cooler since you first stepped past the fence. Chills run down your spine, and your toes are almost numb. It’s no weather for a lone man to be walking around in.
A sudden rush of air above you, accompanied by a howling of the trees, make you twist your neck backwards. You catch the literal tail end of something zooming through the air and into the trees ahead of you. For a brief moment, you hold your breath, biding your time. Your eyes are locked to the spot in which the silhouette disappeared, but not a single leaf rustles, nor does any branch move.
“R-Rainbow?” you call out, your voice gruff and shaky. “Is that you?”
At the sound of your voice, a few trees up ahead rustle and shake, yet nothing appears. Your eyes dart around from tree to tree, unsure of which holds the silent stalker. With extra care, you step forward towards the tree in which the silhouette disappeared, but you quickly spin around as you hear something rushing through the air behind you.
“This isn’t funny, Rainbow!” You step forward very slowly, your eyes frantically looking through the treetops. “Cut it out!”
You freeze in place as a venomous hiss floats through the air above and into your ears. It seeps into you like a bug, clawing and gnawing at your soul and sanity. Although still, your eyes continue to move about, slowly scouring the area for the source of the wicked noise.
”Calm down. They’re just trying to scare you. It’s a terrible prank, nothing more.”
In the corner of your eye, you catch the silhouette dashing from one treetop to another. Locking your sight to the hiding spot, you inhale deeply and move forward. Without blinking or looking away, you masterfully dodge rotten apples and twigs a plenty. Your hands are shaking, but your legs hold steady. Even with less than ten meters separating you from the apple tree, a whole minute passes before you reach the halfway point.
As you stare up at the branches, hoping to get a look at whatever is hiding inside, a half-eaten apple bursts out from inside. You quickly duck and dodge the impending hit. In a split second, your eyes have readjusted and are staring right at the tree once more. The blood in your vein freezes and you hold your breath as you realize something is staring right back at you. Two dark, red eyes opened to their widest are peeking out from the treetop, and they are aimed right at you.
“R-Rainbow?” you whisper under your breath. The creature responds, but only by inching closer towards you on its branch. You instantly attempt to step backwards, but your leg doesn’t move. You try again, with all of your strength, but to no avail. No part of your body responds to your will, and you can’t even force yourself to blink. Your eyes are watering, your body is cold, and there is nothing you can do but stare into the vicious eyes in the tree.
"Somebody help me. Anybody. Twilight. Pinkie. Save me!”
Without blinking, the creature in the tree leaps forward, straight towards you. The horrible, chilling hiss erupts from its mouth, chilling your bones and causing your heart to pound. You desperately try to jump out of the way, but the eyes keep you in check. Unable to do anything, you mentally brace for impact mere milliseconds before its hooves hit you square in the chest. The sudden impact leaves you with no air in your lungs, and you gasp loudly as you fall over and hit the ground underneath you.
Once again your reflexes fail you, as you find yourself unable to roll around to mitigate the pain shooting through your back. You can’t even close your eyes to shield yourself from the dust hovering in the air around you, for the creature has landed on your body and is staring right at you.
”Fluttershy?!"
The pounding of your heart intensifies as your eyes fall onto your friend. Her eyes are not light and kind, but rather fierce and frightening. Her teeth are jagged and sharp, and her flared wings look more akin to a bat’s. Even the color of her coat is faded slightly, leaving no cheerful yellow to be seen. Despite your loss of control, you feel your lip quivering as you stare at the twisted, monstrous image of your friend. Your stomach churns as drops of saliva run down her long and sharp fangs. Whatever this is, it cannot be the kind and gentle Fluttershy; yet here she stands.
A quiet hiss escapes her throat as she slowly leans forward, her muzzle inching closer to your face. The adrenaline kicks in, and your breathing becomes panicked. Even with all the strength you can muster, your arms do not push her away as instructed. It is as if a spell has been cast upon you, a mysterious force taking away any and all ability to act. You are but a passenger along for the ride, with the best seats in the house.
”No, no, no! Somebody help!"
She twists her neck slightly and opens her mouth even further. With a hoof, she pushes your head away from hers, exposing your neck completely. You want to shriek, but more than anything, you want to run. Even with your limited knowledge of the world, you know what is about to happen. You dread it, but nothing you can do will stop her. Knowing this, you hold your breath and pray for rescue. A silent prayer to whoever may listen.
The pain is sudden and sharper than even Fluttershy’s fangs. An eruption of agony shoots from your neck and throughout your body, jamming your ability to breathe. You feel drops of blood running down your exposed skin, covering you in your own mortality. Your entire body shakes as she starts sucking, drinking from you as were you nothing but a refreshing drink. Within seconds, the pain is joined by nausea and vertigo; the entire world spins and shakes before your eyes. With each suck, jolts of white hot suffering zaps every nerve in you, yet still you do not scream. You only gasp and heave for air, as if you were drowning here on land.
Just as you feel the chill of death swooping over your body, Fluttershy retracts her head and with it her fangs. You groan loudly as more blood drips from the open wound, but you cannot find the strength to cover it up. Although she isn’t staring at you, you cannot comprehend the world before you. It’s all a mix of pain, exhaustion, and the cold, freezing blanket being pulled over you by the Reaper himself. Even your thoughts are blurred, with no words making sense and no points being made.
The world shoots back into focus as you feel something thick and wet enter your mouth. An explosion of warmth in your stomach fills you with heat, almost as if someone had fired off a rocket deep inside of you. For just a brief moment, the pain, fear, and nausea disappears, replaced instead by this wonderful and gentle warmth. It almost feels like a warm summer day on a picnic, no cares in life and no worries to be had.
Fear is the first to re-emerge as your eyes fall onto the smirking Fluttershy above you. From her open mouth hangs a tongue larger than any you have ever seen, and it has forced its way into your mouth. Seemingly with no care for your personal satisfaction, it darts around inside of you, licking your teeth and assaulting your own tongue. Even at full strength, you highly doubt you’d be a match for Fluttershy’s prowess. Her tongue is simply too strong, forcing your own down and licking it viciously.
”What the -?!?"
Your body twitches at the sudden feeling of a hoof on your groin. Looking down, you see Fluttershy’s right hind leg running up and down the fabric of your pants, teasing you with the promise of pleasure. She increases the pressure suddenly, forcing you to groan into her tongue. A mixture of a hiss and chuckle seeps from the corners of her mouth, and she starts moving her hoof faster. Despite the unnerving circumstance, you find yourself hardening quickly underneath her, a fact that only elicits more condescending laughter from the pony turned monster.
No longer bound by her stare, you reach upwards until you find your own neck. To your surprise, you can’t feel any wound or even fresh blood. The only hint of her painful attack are two small holes in your skin. Neither of them are sore, but you still feel drained. The mere act of moving your hand such a short distance is enough to make you wish you hadn’t. You let your arm slump back onto the ground, and in the very same moment it lands, Fluttershy steps down hard onto your shaft, sending jolts of pristine pleasure throughout your groin.
”Jesus Ch-Christ!"
Overwhelmed by the sudden ecstasy, you slam your eyes shut. In the brief moment that you are blinded, Fluttershy retracts her tongue, finally giving you a moment to rest. Despite the viciousness with which she assaulted you, you feel a lingering hollowness as her slippery flesh leaves the confinement of your mouth. You lick your lips and try to remember what she tasted like. The moment is quickly interrupted, however, as you feel something tugging at your pants.
Looking down your own body, you see Fluttershyh has grabbed a hold of your pants with her teeth. You raise an eyebrow at the sight, to which she responds with a devious smirk. Just as the realization hits you, she rears her head backwards, ripping your pants in half with ease. The half in her mouth is sent flying, and you quickly notice your boxers met the same fate. Cool night air immediately nibbles at your exposed skin, and your legs shake violently. With confusion and a hint of embarrassment in your heart, you look at your erection. Just above it, you see something far more scary and frightening, however.
Fluttershy’s mouth is wide open, and her fangs are inches from your most prized limb. A drop of saliva falls onto your glans, and you quickly realize what is going on. You immediately sit up straight, ready to push the monster away from you, but she responds with a dirty trick. Her eyes widen, causing your body to freeze. Your arms are locked in the air, ready to strike at her. Now more than ever you try to fight her power, exhausting yourself by doing absolutely nothing. In the meantime, the smirk on her face widens as she slowly descends upon your manhood, ready to rip it to shreds.
”Don’t you dare. DON’T YOU –"
A sudden explosion of pleasure silences your thoughts, and it quickly increases in potency. With her teeth dangerously close to your rod, Fluttershy is wrapping her long and flexible tongue around the entirety of your dick. With each layer of wet flesh, you feel yourself twitching, and when she reaches the head, you shriek quietly under your breath. Your heart is pounding faster than ever, almost as if trying to burst out of your chest. Your cock is throbbing along underneath her tongue, which only increases the sensation of being wrapped completely in her tongue.
With a smirk on her lips, she tightens her grip on you until you are on the verge of pain. It’s far tighter than anything you could ever imagine, and as she moves her tongue about, your skin becomes smothered in saliva. The tip of her tongue retracts itself from the tip of your glans, leaving your urethra exposed. With the rest of her tongue gripping you tightly, she starts licking the small, exposed spot with ferocity. Although much too large to enter, she pushes against the opening in your dick, prodding away at the entrance.
Small drops of saliva run down the hole, sticking to the inside of your dick and increasing the pleasure even further. The tip of her tongue circles your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine and ecstasy through your brain. All of your skin prickles, as if you were being gently prodded by a sea of grass straws. Her wet flesh dances around your glans with ease, licking it like a lollipop. Saliva drips from your tip and down onto her tongue. With each drop, her tongue pulses, twisting itself around your shaft like a snake. She hisses quietly at you, but there seems to be a strange hint of affection hidden underneath her vicious exterior.
You know not how long has passed since she started; everything is a blur. Your neck stings, like the calm pulsing of a heart. Slowly you feel your vision disappearing, becoming a mist separating you from the world. When you focus, you can make out the smirk on Fluttershy’s face. It’s a subtle smirk, a small corner turned slightly upwards at an angle. If it hadn’t been for the fangs, the fiery red eyes, in addition to the haunting hisses, it might just have been cute. You chuckle at that hazy thought. It could have been cute. A blurry, adorably small ‘Vampireshy’ pops up before your inner eye, purring like a kitten.
”Come on, Anon… You’re spacing out… Focus…"
You close your eyes and sigh heavily. Your body is light, like a cloud floating through the sky. Everything is warm and comfortable, except for the rhythmic stings of pain. The entirety of your cock is a blur of wonder, trapped inside of Fluttershy’s tongue. Even as she squeezes harder than before, it all feels so fantastic. A wet, warm hand caressing you with masterful precision. When she tightens, you throb, pushing against her prison of ecstasy, though you do not wish to escape. Who would ever want to leave the constant attention to detail, the slippery licking, or the feeling of an orgasm shooting through one’s body?
“Oh, God…”
It’s difficult to be certain, but the surge of heat in your body feels just like the moment before exploding. Your hands claw at the ground, and your head shuffle from side to side. The world spins once again, but delightfully so this time around; much like a carousel. And all the while, your cock is throbbing faster and harder than ever before. As it pushes against its bonds, you shiver with delight. It will only be mere moments before Fluttershy’s tongue is completely covered, you can feel it.
“A-Argh! Oh, oh…”
Muffled pain spreads throughout your groin, and you close your eyes in response. The pain is immediately followed by ultimate release, creating a cocktail of strange proportions inside of you. Where your brain is lulled slowly to sleep by the sensation of blowing your seed onto something warm and wet, your groin keeps you just barely awake with the constant pulsing agony. A war is being fought inside of you, and the dulling, mind-soothing pleasure is slowly winning. You try to focus with all of your might, to see exactly what is going on, but it is no use. Only the blur remains, along with the hazy sound of a quietly giggling monster.
“Flutter… I, no… Mmh…”
Your lips continue to move, but without making any words appear. Groans and mumbling is all you can muster as the world grows warm and heavy. A breeze plays with your softening penis, but even the cold feels comfortable. Even as the pulsing pain continues to strike your groin, you feel at ease. You feel good. Something bumps against your chest, and something soft tickles your chin. You can’t really laugh, so a series of grunts is all that leaves you. It feels nice, though. Warmth is good, and so is softness. Even as you feel yourself leaking onto the floor and the world turns to a mishmash of colors, you smile.
Fluttershy hisses quietly, you think. Perhaps it’s a giggle, or even just the wind. It sounds like her, though. Her voice isn’t so scary any more. It reminds you of home more than anything. A warm, quaint house, with a loving family. It feels good, like you were always meant for this. With a smile on your face, you close your eyes and mumble. The pain persists, but it’s of no matter. Pain can wait; exhaustion has gripped you, and you’re not escaping. As you inhale contently, the last thing you hear is a soft, quiet sigh from below.
