Choose Your Own Clopventure

You realize she is drinking your blood!

Instead of struggling, you stroke her mane gently. "It's ok, Fluttershy. I'm yours..."

The venom from her fangs courses through your veins. It disables you by tricking your brain into releasing a flood of endorphins. Potent aphrodisiacs prolong the afterglow, while toxins dilate your peripheral veins to provide her more blood to drink.

Your vision fades and the room gets cold. Still, you are not afraid. You feel like you’re drifting to sleep, wrapped in the warm embrace of your lover.

You wake up and squint, the sunlight burning your eyes. Your throat is parched and you sit up, nauseous. A thin beam of sunlight pours through the blinds, landing on you, making your skin burn slightly.

Fluttershy smiles, walking over and closing the blinds. "Good morning, darling. You're the first to survive the feeding... I'm so happy I won't be alone anymore."

Attack her.

Embrace her.

You must feed. “I hunger!”