I — Fluttershy's Encounter
Fluttershy had seen the shadowy creature a few times. It never made its presence known, not directly, but she'd caught glimpses of it. Lurking at her windows, lurking at the edges of the treeline while she walked from her cottage into Ponyville... one time she thought she'd seen it in an alleyway while she was returning from a trip to buy vegetables. Though it was hard to be sure. The creature, whatever it was, was rather adept at making a quick disappearance after being seen. Though for all its skill at escaping, it was less skilled at not being seen in the first place; everyone seemed to have seen the creature a few times.
If Rarity and Pinkie were to be believed, whatever the tall shadowy creature was, it was a popular topic of gossip around town. Fluttershy, not being one to gossip, nor, indeed, talk much with other ponies at all, was glad to hear the rumors from familiar faces. Most of the gossip was leaned toward concern, evidently, and Rarity herself had seemed more than a little concerned about a creature prowling the streets as she chattered away about the matter during one of their trips to the spa. Pinkie, of course, hadn't seemed even the least bit worried, though Pinkie was rarely worried about anything, except her parties and keeping everyone around her happy. Either way, both had shared the broad strokes of the rumors with their more reclusive friend.
The creature doesn't appear in the middle of the day, and it appears most often during the night.
The creature was at least twice as tall as an average pony, and it stood on two long legs.
If you were alone, it would linger longer after being noticed than if you were around others.
Other than those general "facts," there was little consistency or substance to the rumors. The only other details about the creature all came from one mare who claimed to have seen it in the light, and even that the creature had attempted communication in some strange language before getting agitated and running away. No one really believed her, though, because given how cautious the creature seemed to be about being directly observed in every other spotting, any story that prominently featured said creature directly attempting to initiate communication seemed pretty far fetched. Of course, even though no one believed her story, ponies fond of gossip did love sharing it, and Rarity was no exception, so Fluttershy got to hear all the details of that theoretically-possible-but-rather-improbable encounter as well. According to the mare's story, the creature had pale tan skin when it was seen in the light, and small, beady eyes, with a small, narrow nose in the middle of its face. The top of its head was supposedly covered in fairly short dark brown hair, but everywhere else was almost hairless, with a sparse covering of shorter hairs on its chest, legs, and arms. The mare had described it as looking "rough," too, though no one was quite sure what that meant.
Fluttershy had been happy her friends had been eager to talk about the creature, since it meant she could hear about it without being a bother and demanding they focus on that subject instead of whatever more important subjects they might have wanted to talk about. Had they not been so eager to focus on it, she might have not have managed to make herself ask about it, despite how much she wanted to learn about it.
It was in Fluttershy's nature to believe the best of most living things, especially ones that seemed to be timid around ponies. Fluttershy could relate to being timid around ponies, and a creature that was hiding from ponies hardly seemed likely to harm them. That optimistic regard toward all creatures left her as one of the few ponies who thought that catching a strange, tall, fast creature lurking in shadows around town (and sometimes around her house, which was a fair distance from any part of town) was not only not terrifying, but was a little exciting.
A new creature around town meant there was, after all, a new creature to befriend.
"Oh, I do hope it gives me a chance to introduce myself, Angel," Fluttershy said to the small bunny staring contemptuously up at her as she prepared a mixed sampling of various foods to set out in hopes of drawing the creature in. If it was lingering around ponies, and not for the purpose of communicating with them, she could only assume it was to try and find food. Leaving some food out, she hoped, would work fine as an invitation to come around more often. She'd already told the other animals to leave the tray alone, so that whatever the new creature was, it would have time to come around and find it. She took a few minutes to finish the tray—which held some sliced veggies, some fruit, and even a bit of meat left over from the last time she fed some of the carnivorous animals—and headed to her door, carrying the tray in her mouth and placing it gently on the ground outside, in front of one of her windows. She headed back inside, and looked at her clock. It was around 6:20 pm, late enough that she'd already finished most of her tasks for the day, and late enough that the sun would be setting soon. Late enough that, were rumors to be believed, the creature would become active soon.
"Angel, do you think it'll show up tonight?" she asked, her voice quiet, but a little excited. She loved meeting new creatures. Angel, who was less enthusiastic about the idea, though whether because he thought her plan of action was stupid or because he just didn't like her getting involved with some mysterious stalker shadow creature was impossible to know, shook his head resolutely. Fluttershy made a small frown at the bunny, before smiling again. "Well, if it doesn't find its food tonight, I hope it will soon," she said, and walked over to her stove to start preparing some tea.
She'd been sitting in her armchair, reading a book she'd borrowed from Rarity and sipping tea, for several hours when she saw something move in the darkness outside her window. She looked up from her book to the window, staring intently, waiting to see if the movement had been merely her imagination. There was stillness outside her window. She glanced at her clock. 11:38.
Then, another movement, in the corner of her eye. She looked at the window again. This time she saw something at the edge of her window, for a fraction of a second, before it drew away and vanished from sight. She smiled a little, and pretended to look down at her book, waiting. She wasn't disappointed. After a short time, perhaps twenty seconds or so, she saw the vague silhouette of something peering into her window. The dim light of the moon barely served to render it visible against the dark scenery behind it, but something was there, blocking the moonlight filtering through the glass, without a doubt. Fluttershy tried to keep calm, so as not to alert the creature of her awareness. Her heart was pounding. Mostly from excitement, though in the darkness and the silence of the night, to say she wasn't a bit afraid of a big unfamiliar creature would have been a lie.
It's more scared of you than you are of it, she told herself, taking a deep breath. And there's nothing out there that would ever want to hurt you. Her heart slowed a little. It was still beating fast, but it did slow a little.
She waited for a short time. The creature had lowered its head below the window, but Fluttershy was used to picking out even the quietest sounds of the animals she cared for, and she could hear it outside her door. Mostly she heard the occasional shifting of grass, though then, suddenly, there was the snap of a carrot, or crunch of lettuce. Hardly loud sounds, through a door, but louder than the almost undetectable sounds of the grass moving. After a minute or two, Fluttershy closed her book, and set it next to her cup of tea, on a small stand beside the chair. She rose slowly, gracefully, off the chair, and walked over to the door. There, she paused. Time to introduce yourself, Fluttershy. Be gentle, and calm. Don't want to scare it by being too loud.
Fluttershy had never scared a wild animal by being too loud, but it never hurt to remind herself to be careful about it.
"Hello, mister or miss creature," she said softly, through the door. The sounds of eating stopped. "I just wanted to introduce myself to you. My name is Fluttershy. I take care of the wildlife around here, and I wanted to let you know that any animal in need of food or shelter is always welcome here," she continued, in her warmest voice. There was a silence for a moment. Then a strange series of sounds drifted through the door.
Fluttershy was mildly shocked. There was almost no doubt that the creature was speaking to her. She waited for it to stop speaking, and then continued her own speech. "I'm sorry, I couldn't understand that," she said gently. "I don't know if you can understand me either, through the door. I'm going to open it and come out, so we can see each other. Is that okay?" she asked.
Another strange, alien series of sounds in reply. Fluttershy nodded to herself, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door as she let it out.
She stepped outside, and peered around the corner at the creature. It was hunched over, its legs bent to let it lean over her tray of food. Staring directly at it, she had expected to be able to discern some of its features better, even in the dark, but she gained little. She could tell that the general descriptions of the creature were true, and confirm what her glimpses of it earlier had led her to be fairly confident was its bodily structure—it had two legs, and two arms, hanging from the sides of its torso. Its head was mounted on a short neck lifting up from the top of its body, roughly oval in shape, with small, subtle features, barely distinguishable in the dim light emanating from her house. It was rather comparable to a minotaur, though its head was completely different, and it lacked any fur. That much, she could tell from this direct glance. But it was still darker than it should have been, as if even in the direct light coming from her house, dim as it might have been, the creature itself was still somehow hiding in shadow. What little light was actually reaching it really wasn't that bright, though, so that wasn't that weird.
She drew herself from her thoughts, and smiled at it.
"Hello," she said again, warmly. "Did you enjoy the food?"
The creature stared at her, silent. She continued, knowing that some animals would take a while to relax around her. "I hope you did. I tried to give you a little bit of everything, so you could find something you liked on the tray-"
The creature said something again, speaking in its strange tongue as it rose up, lifting itself to its full height. It loomed over her then, though it hadn't sounded angry at all, so Fluttershy simply continued. "Would you like to come inside? I would love to get a better look at you," she asked, gesturing to the door in case it didn't understand. Tone of voice was more the point than the words, when she spoke to her animals, though many of them would quickly come to understand her once they grew used to her. The creature looked at the door, and then back at her. Fluttershy lowered her head slightly in a subdued bow of polite understanding. "If you don't want to come in, that's fine, but my door is always open. I'll put out some more food tomorrow, and you can come in then if you feel more comfortable." She turned around to head inside. She heard some sounds, but did not turn around.
Once inside, she turned around to look at it again. It had followed her inside. Though that didn't surprise her, all else about the creature did. It was closing her door with one hand, the tray of food balanced on the other, and then it was walking inside, its footsteps near silent on the smooth wood, and setting the tray down on the floor, utterly civilized. And the lack of clarity to its form when she looked at it outside her house was not a matter of poor lighting, it seemed. Its body was pitch black. There seemed to be no body to see, almost, as if the creature were simply a silhouette, a shape crafted out of darkness itself. There was structure, a clear design, but there was no texture or color to be seen decorating its surface. Except the eyes. She could see its eyes, now, in the light, small eyes with blue irises. They stared at her, cold and clear and sharp.
She felt fear spread through her again. It was not a normal creature, that much was immediately apparent. This was a creature of magic, she was sure. She could feel it. There was something wrong about its body, something unnatural, a sense that this was not how it was supposed to appear. A deep sense of wrongness that defined its presence in the light of her room. And it was staring at her, with those cold blue eyes.
This thing isn't natural, she thought, gripped by an instinctive terror, suddenly overwhelming her when she hadn't felt the least bit scared a moment before. It's too dark. It's darker than the shadows.
It spoke again. In that strange, alien tongue. It lifted its arms slightly, its palms exposed, its fingers spread. Five per hand. An odd, misshaped hole in the air.
"A-ah, I'm sorry, but I don't understand," Fluttershy said. Some sense of politeness, of confusion at how fast her emotions faded to fear, held her there, trying to calmly make the creature leave. "I'm sorry, I kn-know I invited you inside, but I can't-" she continued, her voice failing as she spoke. The creature spoke again, its arms lowering to its sides. It felt like it was looming over her now, as if its size had suddenly become a threat. She stared up at it, into those small blue eyes. She was transfixed. "I can't," she repeated, softly. The creature took a step forward. She took a step back. The creature said something, a bit louder than anything it had said before. "Don't," Fluttershy said, her own voice almost inaudible. Don't what? she wondered, her own thoughts feeling almost bizarrely distant. What is it I think it's going to do?
Again, the creature tried to tell her something, repeating its last statement, more agitated still. Fluttershy found herself looking at the tray. It didn't eat the meat, her thoughts noted. It didn't eat the meat.
Fluttershy heard the tiny, familiar footsteps descending the staircase. She felt another spike of horror, felt her heart freeze. There was Angel, dashing down the stairs. He was mad, she could tell. Not afraid. He was never afraid, Angel, even when he should have been. He looked at her, and whatever he saw on her face made him angrier. The creature had turned its head to follow her own gaze, and now it was looking with her at Angel. Angel ran toward it.
Don't, Fluttershy thought. Angel kicked the creature. The creature didn't even move, nor give a sound. It didn't even seem to feel the small bunny's kick. It simply stared down at the angry bunny. Angel grew even more angry then, frustrated with the lack of response.
The creature kicked back.
It seemed to happen almost in slow motion. Fluttershy saw Angel soar through the air, a small white blur, toward the wall. She felt herself moving, to try and stop it, even though it was clearly too fast to stop. She heard herself make a shout of concern. The creature turned toward her at the sound. Angel hit the wall with a soft thud, and fell to the staircase, motionless. Fluttershy was trying to reach him, to see if he was okay, but the creature grabbed her as she ran toward the small bunny, one hand snatching her around the neck and holding her where she stood.
Fluttershy tried to twist away, out of its grip, but the creature didn't even seem to notice her movements. Its hand, wrapped at first around her neck, was joined by the second, grabbing a foreleg. The first hand shifted to her other foreleg, and it lifted her effortlessly off the ground. She felt powerless, like an odd kind of puppet, lifeless and incapable of resisting its puppeteer. Nonetheless, she tried. She squirmed, and flailed her hindlegs, lashing out as best she could with the way she was being held. She had almost thought, even as it held her with very real hands, that her kicks would pass through it, given how it looked, but they connected. They connected, for all the good it did. The creature didn't seem to react at all to her kicks. It simply said something, its tone quiet, but insistent. Fluttershy tried to kick again, but she stopped when she saw something change on the arms holding her. The darkness of its body was moving, off the arm, sliding forward down the creature's arms and down her forelegs, silently, running like a liquid off its body and onto hers. As the darkness ran off the creature's arm, more shadow slid over its body to replace it, but where the darkness had yet to be replaced, she could see patches of light skin underneath the dark. The whole arm looked mottled, covered in ever-shifting patches of light and dark.
Looking at the creature's arms, Fluttershy barely noticed as the darkness moved over her body. It had no texture, had no substance to feel or follow. It covered her neck and ran in thin streams over her face. It dripped down her belly, dark lines and splotches on a creamy yellow coat, spreading fast. It ran into her mouth, into her ears, ran down her spine and ran into the holes under her tail. It flowed smoothly, a constant stream, fast and dark, and when her eyes drew away from the creature and to herself she saw it moving but felt nothing on her.
Why can't I feel anything? she thought, terrified, as her thoughts grew dark and hazy.
Moments later, the darkness stopped flowing. The creature's arms grew covered again in darkness, and Fluttershy's body was clean, her bright yellow coat unchanged from when the darkness had flowed between the creature and she. The creature's body trembled for a moment, shaking. Its fingered relaxed, and Fluttershy fell to the floor.
She didn't move, for a moment or two. Then she rose, lifting herself slowly, crudely from the floor. She looked slowly over the room, and when she found nothing else alive in the room but the creature looming in front of her, focused on it. Her mind tried to process what the creature's presence meant. It felt wrong, somehow, or was supposed to. Or was it? She couldn't remember. Her thoughts felt sluggish and slow, and thinking about anything aside from the sensations of the moment was impossible. Everything was a void. Everything except the overwhelming desire burning in the new darkness of her mind. As she focused on that, she regarded the creature in an entirely new light. It wasn't wrong that it was there at all. It would help her.
She stood, motionless, odd longing rising up in her body. It was strange. She hadn't been thinking of sex before that moment, she was pretty sure. But she was now. The longing just kept getting stronger and stronger. It started weak, a distant feeling, almost unreal, but soon it was becoming almost overwhelming. And then it simply was overwhelming. There were no other thoughts to focus on. Nothing else to draw her thoughts away from the need rising inside her.
A moan, soft and needy, rose from deep in her throat. She needed to be pleased. Fucked like a bitch in heat. Everything else in her mind but lust had been consumed by the thick, heavy fog of darkness, and she couldn't make the effort of finding whatever that dark had claimed. Not when there was something that could help her with the almost painful want she felt, standing right in front of her.
She stared at the creature before her. Her eyes were devoid of light, blank and empty, as they stared at the figure looming over her. She walked to it, in two short, awkward steps. Her muzzle rubbed against its crotch, and she felt what she knew she wanted brush against her flesh. She licked it, softly, gently, giving needy moans as she did so. It grew larger, rising slowly up from the smooth darkness of the creature's body. She licked it softly with a rough tongue a few more times, moving the flexible pink organ around it, feeling its shape. After a few licks, it had gained a firm shape. Fluttershy drew it into her mouth, pressing down until the end of her muzzle brushed the creature's body. Her mouth made wet, squelching sounds as she sucked greedily at it, trying to tease it into growing larger. It hadn't reached full size, she knew, and her mouth could hold the whole thing at present with no difficulty. The parts of her mouth unfilled felt unbearably empty. The burning want under her tail felt empty, too. Her need to soothe that burning emptiness was desperate.
Her head bobbed, up and down, lips sliding over flesh as they clung desperately to it, wrapping tight around. Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth, where her lips had failed to seal over the cock that filled it, and the clear liquid coated the erect member as she freed and returned it from the warm embrace of her mouth. Her tongue curled around the member as it slid in and out, running over it greedily, feeling every bit of it. It responded to her efforts, swelling, filling more and more of her mouth, until it filled more than that. She felt the tip of the creature's cock enter her throat. The creature was helping her now, one of its hands grabbing the back of her head, helping to hold her down on it, slamming her back and forth, as it thrust its hips forward and back in turn. She breathed through her nose, not wanting to have to remove him to take a breath... Her mouth felt good at last. Full. All its parts in use. Her tongue, her lips, her throat... every part of her welcomed each thrust, and wrapped tight around it, as if desperate to hold it there. Her throat clenched tight each time it felt the intrusion, trying to halt further advance, and succeeding only in making it feel better to intrude. The creature was grunting then, moaning, making soft sounds. Fluttershy kept sucking, kept bobbing her head, making small coos and gentle moans of pleasure as she moved.
The creature trembled again, and made a soft groan. A warm, sticky liquid filled Fluttershy's mouth. She ignored it, and kept bobbing, kept licking, kept curving her lips against the flesh passing by them. The hand behind her head shoved her down, pressing her muzzle again to creature's hips, but this time, holding it there. Fluttershy let herself be held. Seconds passed, as more and more fluid emptied into Fluttershy. She worked the muscles of her throat and neck, shifting the cum further and further back until it was swallowed. The flow stopped. Fluttershy swallowed for a few more seconds, and then drew back. Saliva, tainted white, dripped from the edges of her dull, satisfied smile. But she wasn't done. Only one part of her had been filled. Her mouth hung open, and she gave a whine as she turned herself around to present her rear to the creature, still erect, shaft wet and glistening in the air. Her tail lifted, raising in a gentle arc, moving the long pink hairs away, exposing herself fully to her the object of her desires. She whined again, and her leg muscles clenched and relaxed in waves. Thin liquid ran down her thighs, and her clitoris blinked in and out of her folds as she winked at him.
He thrust inside her suddenly, with a low grunt. Her body welcomed him, clenching tight around his shaft as it shoved in. His grunt turned to a drawn out moan, and she joined him with a quiet moan of her own. She shoved back against him, and when her ass had shoved against his body, she ground against him, her body lifting and lowering each side slightly, adding even more movement between their bodies. And then she moved forward, and then slammed back again. Over and over, she moved. The burning need here was more insistent, and wouldn't be so easily fulfilled. That made her even more desperate. Her mouth hung open, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as her body went berserk, trying to meet its needs. Strings of cum and saliva flew from her mouth as she slammed against her male. The distance she allowed them to separate grew smaller and smaller, her movements faster and more frenzied.
His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her flanks, squeezing tightly. She gave a squeal, breaking the constant dull series of gentle grunts she'd been making. This time, he spoke as he fucked her. The words were somehow less alien, though no less comprehensible. She couldn't make any meaning out of them, but they made her happy, whatever they were. Their timing grew more and more coordinated, and their sounds grew louder and louder. Suddenly, the creature's hands were sliding up her sides, under her belly, lifting her up. Each draw back became a lift, and each thrust became a fall.
He turned her around, and she saw his face, his blue eyes. They kissed, and their tongues embraced readily.
He thrust inside her a few more times, and then it was done. She felt warmth fill her, and then, as he held her still against him, kissing her, slowly leak out of her around him. He drew out, and then the feeling changed again. She was not fully satisfied, and she gave a small murmuring sound of complaint around his tongue. The burning void had become a mere dull ache. He ignored her, and kept kissing her. More darkness slid from his face, traveling between their tongues and sinking down her throat, until her murmuring stopped, and she was left with a vapid grin on her face, utterly contented as their lips mashed clumsily against one another.
Empty of her own thoughts, she kept kissing until the creature drew away, and when the creature laid down on the floor to sleep, she laid down atop him, and soon was asleep as well.
