“No, Cluckensworth, come back!” Fluttershy whined breathlessly. Twigs and leaves were tangled in her usually neat and tidy feathers, and a smear of dirt ran up the side of her right forehoof.
One of her chickens, the last of the escapees, was fleeing through the underbrush in front of her, evading her every desperate swipe and grab, determined to meet an early demise at the claws of one of the denizens of the Everfree Forest.
“S-stop running away from me!” Fluttershy panted raggedly, her steps faltering as she tried to catch her breath.
It had been an extremely long afternoon, chasing chickens this way and that after the Cutie Mark Crusaders crashed a hang glider into her chicken coop, scattering the denizens to the four winds in terror.
Fluttershy had even found one in her attic, and now all that remained was this lone chicken heading for the ‘freedom’ of the depths of the Everfree.
“You’ll get eaten!” Fluttershy warned the chicken, leaning heavily against a tree, chest heaving as she tried to even out her breathing. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the chicken’s tailfeathers disappearing beneath a bush.
“I swear, if you keep running away from me, I won’t preen your feathers for an entire week! Do you even know how much they will itch!?” Fluttershy threatened, stalking through the brush after the chicken, pushing the bushes aside angrily.
Cluckensworth was standing at the edge of a cave entrance, strutting back and forth, head bobbing.
“Don’t you dare go in that cave!” Fluttershy hissed, wings flaring angrily.
Cluckensworth looked at her over his shoulder, clucked once, and then leaped forwards into the inky blackness of the cave.
“You get back here right this instant!” Fluttershy snarled, bounding forwards to the edge of the cave, staring into the darkness with narrowed eyes.
The smug cluck of a chicken echoed from somewhere inside.
“I won’t preen your feathers for a month!” Fluttershy growled, stalking into the cave fearlessly.
There was a rustle of movement somewhere above, and she paused, an ear perking upwards.
“...Hello? Is something in here?” Fluttershy called timidly.
There was another rustle of movement, and then a loud series of shrieks and called. Fluttershy recoiled, wings lifting to cover her face as a horde of bats swirled through the air around her. Wings buffeted her on all sides as the trail of bats rushed past her and out of the cave, shrieking and calling out to the sky as they all dispersed into the treetops.
“Ow ow ow!” Fluttershy cried, quickly making brushing motions at her wings. A single bat had become trapped in her feathers, and was now screeching at her, biting and clawing to get free, drawing blood with its sharp little teeth. “Stop biting me!”
Fluttershy huffed, reaching down to grasp the bat around its middle, tugging it free and then throwing it towards the cave entrance. Its wings unfurled, and it caught the air, flapping madly to get height, screeching at her over its shoulder. “You’re welcome!’ Fluttershy called after it.
An angry cluck nearby made her turn and glower into the darkness. She stamped her hoof on the ground firmly. “Get out here right now or I’m leaving!”
Cluckensworth clucked at her again, before sheepishly mincing towards the shaft of light still entering the cave from the entrance.
“Bad chicken, very bad chicken!” Fluttershy scolded, picking up the chicken and holding him tight to her chest as she turned and stalked back out of the cave.
Fluttershy scowled slightly, lifting her wing from the bath water and examining it closely. Tiny bite marks marred the yellow fur, hidden amongst all her feathers, but definitely still there, and still bothering her slightly.
With a frown, she rubbed over her wing, and then pulled the plug, stepping delicately out of the tub and beginning to dry herself with a fluffy pink towel. Once she was relatively dry, she stepped over towards the mirror, extending her wing and looking at the reflection of it intently. She leaned in close, nose almost touching her reflection, examining her wounds closely.
And then she blinked.
The eyes in the mirror were slitted and red.
Fluttershy eeped, backpedalling in surprise, rubbing at her eyes vigorously as though that might somehow help. She tentatively looked into the mirror again, heaving a huge sigh of relief as her regular blue eyes greeted her. She rubbed them again, heart pounding somewhere in her throat, before stepping away from the mirror, deciding to just ignore it entirely, for fear that the red eyes would return.
Fluttershy headed for her living room next, rummaging through a drawer for some balm. She didn’t want to get an infection, no matter how tiny and annoying her injuries were.
She was halfway through rubbing the blue liquid into the tiny marks on her wing, when she realised she was hungry. Dropping the tube of balm on the floor, she moved for the kitchen, and her fridge. She tugged it open, digging through it distractedly. Carrots, cabbage, and various other greenery tumbled from the shelves, scattered carelessly across the floor.
No apples anywhere.
Grumbling, Fluttershy emptied the contents of her fridge and freezer, frowning down at the floor strewn with various bits of greenery. She leaned down, snuffling at the fruits and vegetables before frowning and striding out of the kitchen. She headed straight for the front door, not even bothering to close it behind her.
She knew exactly where there would be all the apples she could want.
Sable Streak looked up from idly buffing out a scuff mark in his armor as the sound of footsteps and the soft hissing of a very angry something met his ears.
It was after midnight, and the batpony was on the night shift for guarding the empty cells beneath Canterlot Castle. A long cascade of purple mane trailed down over one side of his face, almost covering a deep purple eye. His helm wasn’t present, left in his quarters as it restricted him too much. But the purple armor of the Batpony Guard was fitted neatly to his form. His soft blue-brown fur was neat and tidy, and his wings were preened to perfection from long hours spent guarding empty cells.
The angry hissing and steps got closer, and Sable Streak straightened up, trying to look as presentable as possible.
“What the buck is that?!” Sable Streak blurted as a colourful ball of furious pink and yellow was led past him on an animal-stick usually reserved for savage beasts. He leaned back against the wall as a pair of royal guards corralled the spitting mess of angry creature into a cell, locking the door firmly.
Immediately, the creature threw itself against the bars, hissing angrily and shaking the door with such force that Sable Streak was momentarily afraid the hinges might give out.
“This is Fluttershy,” one of the royal guards explained wearily.
“As in... the element of kindness?” Sable Streak asked doubtfully as the angry creature withdrew to the other side of the cell, hiding herself with her wings.
“The one and only,” the guard said with a shake of his head. “Found her skulking around Sweet Apple Acres. Apparently, this isn’t the first time.”
“She looks like a batpony,” Sable Streak remarked curiously.
“She has a thing for apples when she’s like this, from what Applejack told us. Princess Twilight is out of town until tomorrow… so she’s experiencing the hospitality of our dungeon until she can be turned back. We don’t think she’s a real threat to other ponies, but if we let her get hurt, Twilight will use us as living decorations.”
“This is… weird,” Sable Streak admitted, staring back and forth between the two guards and the pink-and-yellow batpony. “What am I supposed to do with her?”
“You’re not supposed to do anything with her at all,” the guard said tersely. “She’ll be here a few hours at most. Just make sure she doesn’t hurt herself, or it’s your rump that Twilight will be after.”
“Will feeding her apples make her go insane?” Sable Streak asked carefully. “Or will she only accept apples?”
“That would be ‘trial and error’ territory,” the royal guard said with a flippant shrug. “She’s only here for a few hours. She’ll be fine.”
“I guess,” Sable Streak admitted with a frown. “Still doesn’t feel right to leave her there without even any water.”
“You want to get within hoof’s reach of that cell? Be my guest,” the royal guard said with a faint chuckle. “Just leave your keys on the table and we’ll clean up what’s left of you when Twilight fixes her tomorrow.”
“You said she wasn’t dangerous,” Sable Streak protested, ears pinning back slightly.
“I said we think she’s probably not dangerous,” the guard responded bluntly. “You’ll notice we didn’t get close to her.”
Without another word, the guard brushed past, heading back up the stairs. The second guard nodded to him as he passed, giving a sympathetic shrug.
Sable Streak frowned slightly, finding himself alone with the Flutterbat.
Flutterbat hissed faintly to herself, wings rustling slightly as she peeked over the edge of them, looking around the sparse cell.
Sable Streak’s brow furrowed slightly, and he stepped a little bit closer to the cell, watching the pink and yellow ball of anger curiously.
One of Flutterbat’s large ears perks towards him, and she whirled around. In an instant, her face was pushed up against the bars, and she was hissing directly in his face.
Sable Streak recoiled slightly in surprise, staring into Flutterbat’s open mouth as she tried to push her muzzle through the bars of the cell. Her tongue was abnormally long, and a positively terrifying pair of fangs arched down from her muzzle, larger even than a regular batpony’s.
“Sweet Celestia you’re an unhappy one, aren’t you?” Sable Streak muttered, peering over her muzzle and into her eyes.
Flutterbat’s eyes locked on his own, and she hissed faintly, her eyes narrowing slowly, the slitted red depths seeming to sparkle with life.
Sable Streak stared and stared and stared. Moment after moment just seemed to slip away into the ether while those powerful red eyes held him captive.
After some indeterminate amount of time, Sable Streak jerked backwards, blinking rapidly, his eyes watering, lifting a hoof to rub distractedly at one eye. “What the buck?” he hissed to himself, wings giving an irritated flick.
Flutterbat hissed faintly at him, pushing her muzzle against the bars again, opening her mouth and extending her tongue expectantly.
“What do you want?” Sable Streak asked blankly. “I’m not getting any closer.”
Flutterbat hissed, snapping her jaws impatiently.
Sable Streak frowned deeply, pursing his lips. “Wait there, then,” he said, before chuckling faintly to himself. “Like you have any choice.”
Flutterbat hissed angrily.
Sable Streak stepped away, disappearing into the small eating area that was meant for the two guards that would be guarding the cells when they were at capacity, something that hadn’t happened for many generations.
A cursory search of the fridge came up with a small bag of apples. Sable Streak held them in a hoof, returning to the hallway with the cells.
Immediately upon scenting the apples, Flutterbat shoved her muzzle against the bars, muzzle opening wide, mouth visibly watering, tapered tongue hanging out much further than a pony’s ever would.
“Y’know, if it weren’t for the fangs, that would be a pretty sexy pose,” Sable Streak said with a slightly mischievous smile.
Flutterbat hissed impatiently, waggling her tongue, a hoof slamming against the bars almost urgently.
“Fine, fine! Calm down!” Sable Streak said, shaking his head as he lifted one of the apples, tentatively moving it towards the eagerly opened muzzle.
Flutterbat’s red eyes focused intently on the apple, and her mouth water even further, a trail of saliva spilling down her tongue as she gave a soft, urgent hiss.
Sable Streak cringed, inching the apple towards the dangerous-looking muzzle. Flutterbat growled eagerly, opening her muzzle a fraction wider, watching him with wide eyes.
The apple finally came just within range, and Flutterbat’s muzzle shut like a steel trap. The poor, defenseless apple was destroyed, sending a splash of juice up the length of Sable Streak’s hoof, shoulder, neck, and even the side of his face.
Sable Streak blinked slowly, stunned by the suddenness of it all, covered in apple juice and watching as Flutterbat devoured the remains of the apple.
After swallowing down the apple, Flutterbat once again turned her attention back to him, shoving her muzzle against the bars of the cell and hissing expectantly, tongue lolling free.
Sable Streak laughed nervously, taking a step back. “I-I think you’ve had enough. You damn near took my hoof off.”
Flutterbat hissed angrily.
“No, no, not a chance,” Sable Streak said, taking another step back and setting down the bag of apples. “You can wait for Princess Twilight.”
Flutterbat gave another enraged hiss, slamming a hoof against the bars of her cell.
“Nope, not happening,” Sable Streak reiterated with a shake of his head. “You’re not being nice, so you don’t get any treats.”
Flutterbat glowered at him, red eyes shining angrily.
Sable Streak looked away, humming anxiously to himself to fill the silence.
Flutterbat growled to herself, beginning to pace back and forth in front of the bars, wings fluttering in slow, annoyed motions.
Sable Streak continued to hum to himself, beginning to slowly rub at a scuffed part of his bracers, shining them to a reflective buff.
A waving of Flutterbat’s forehoof caught his eye, and he looked up at her, ears perking.
Immediately, Flutterbat’s eyes locked on his own, and she gave a low, eager hiss, staring at him.
Sable Streak swallowed thickly, unable to look away, hoof continuing to mindlessly work up and down his bracer.
Flutterbat watched him intently, the shining red irises drawing him in and holding him. She tilted her head expectantly, arching an eyebrow.
Automatically, Sable Streak gave a jerky nod, finding himself walking towards her cell. He picked up the ring of keys as he went, and the bag of apples, stopping in front of the cell door.
Flutterbat hissed eagerly, inclining her head towards him expectantly.
Sable Streak continued to hold her gaze, unblinking, his eyes starting to water. With a shaking hoof, he inserted the key into the cell door, and then pushed it inwards, stepping into the cell.
Flutterbat gave him her toothiest smile, tilting her head with a low, eager hiss.
Sable Streak nodded again, holding out the bag of apples.
Flutterbat took the apples from him, holding one up and then biting in to it.
Sable Streak was vaguely aware of the apple shrivelling up into some kind of dessicated mess as all of the juice was suckled out of it.
Flutterbat purred softly, lifting a second apple to suck dry, all while continuing to hold the guard in her thrall, her tail eagerly swishing back and forth behind her, brushing against the floor of the cell. She paused in her devouring of the apples, slitted eyes narrowing slowly and nostrils flaring towards the guard.
Sable Streak was given no time to respond as the pony-turned-batpony pounced on him, pushing him back up against the half-opened cell door with an eager hiss.
Flutterbat pushed her muzzle firmly into his neck, a hoof grasping his muzzle to tug it to the side, so she could lave her surprisingly soft tongue across his throat, cleaning up a line of spilled apple juice from earlier.
Sable Streak blinked rapidly as eye contact was lost, and he struggle slightly, finding himself quite firmly trapped against the bars as the eager flutterbat dragged her fangs against his neck. Stiffening slightly, he squirmed backwards, kicking the cell door closed. It gave a satisfying click, and Flutterbat withdrew to hiss at him angrily. Without a second thought, he tossed the keys outside the cell, where neither batpony could retrieve them.
“There, now you can’t escape,” Sable Streak said smugly before he looked to his left. He looked at the closed door, and then at the flutterbat, his ears slowly splaying backwards. “Oh I am become error…” he murmured flatly as she started to advance on him.
Flutterbat almost seemed to give him a sweet smile, stepping closer to him, red eyes glowing.
Sable Streak tried to look away, but was held fast again.
Flutterbat growled faintly, making a motion with a hoof.
Sable Streak obediently lifted his hoof for her, holding it in front of himself.
Flutterbat gave a low, pleased hiss, taking another step closer so she could lean in and drag her tongue slowly down the length of hoof. The soft, slick length of her pink tongue curled out over his fur, trailing slowly along it to clean up the spilled apple juice.
Sable Streak watched her with wide eyes, unable to look away as long as she held his gaze, a captive to her whim as she dragged her tongue delicately up towards his chest. She paused there, eyebrows arching.
Sable Streak gave a mechanical nod, sitting back and lifting his free hoof to grasp at the edges of his armor, undoing the clip and then letting it fall aside.
Flutterbat growled eagerly, pushing in closer to rub her muzzle down the length of the inside of his hoof, soft tongue lapping at the spilled apple juice. Her tongue found the crook of his forehoof, right where it joined his chest, and he squirmed slightly, giving a helpless chuckle at the ticklishness of it.
Sable Streak stiffened slightly as her tongue returned to his neck, and then his face, soft pink tongue swirling over his cheek and chin slowly.
It was several long moments before he realised that he was no longer being held in her thrall.
Flutterbat pushed her nose into his neck with an eager growl, snuffling at his fur.
Sable Streak stiffened, eyes widening and pupils dilating slowly. There was a spark of realisation in his eyes, and more than a little fear, as he remember exactly what he had done the night before.
Sable Streak had purchased a new body wash.
Apple-scented body wash.
Flutterbat gave a low hiss, trailing her nose along his neck and throat, fangs just lightly grazing against his fur.
Sable Streak took a step backwards with a nervous laugh. “H-hey… I-I’m not an apple. You r-realise that ri—”
Flutterbat was suddenly in his face, hissing warningly, fangs bared.
Sable Streak turned his head away with a slightly anxious whine, wings flaring in fear.
When it was clear she had him cowed, Flutterbat leaned in again, pushing her nose firmly up against his neck and then mouthing at it slowly, soft pink tongue trailing against his fur, tasting him.
Sable Streak whimpered softly.
Flutterbat gave a low growl in the back of her throat, trailing her muzzle down the front of his body, pushing up between his forelegs, licking lightly at his chest.
Sable Streak’s eyes just about bugged out of his head when he realised what was happening.
“N-no! Stop! I’m not an apple!” he whined, pushing a hoof against her head.
Immediately, Flutterbat was back in his face, hissing dangerously, her fangs almost closing on his nose.
Sable Streak whimpered but went quiet, squirming impotently. “N-no… s-stop… Oh buck, just stop…”
Flutterbat ignored him, pushing a hoof against his chest firmly, pushing her nose further and further down his form, wings spreading slightly as she wedged herself between his forelegs, wiggling her way underneath him.
“O-oh sweet Celestia, please get me out of this and I promise I will never use body wash as a masturbation aid ever again,” Sable Streak whimpered, offering up a tremulous prayer.
Flutterbat gave a thoughtful hiss, and Sable Streak tensed up as he felt the exhale against the soft, exposed fur of his belly.
The next touch made him jerk in surprise and abject fear: the touch of Flutterbat’s tongue directly against his sheath.
“O-oh no…” Sable Streak whined, trying to squirm free. “T-that is not an apple! Those are not apples!” he panted desperately.
Flutterbat growled, pushing against his chest with a surprisingly powerful forehoof, pinning him in place as she rubbed her nose amorously along the length of his sheath, and then even further back to nuzzle at his heavy balls.
Sable Streak saw his life flashing before his eyes, whimpering brokenly, even as his body’s natural response took over, causing the thick sheath to swell slowly.
Flutterbat was not unaware, and she pulled back to inspect him, red eyes narrowing slowly.
“Don’t bite me!” Sable Streak cried out helplessly, one of his hooves grasping at her rump for balance, shivering and stiffening as he felt her tongue swirl slowly over the tip of his swelling cock.
Sable Streak’s stomach lurched as he felt a warm exhalation over his sensitive, delicate flesh, and then the brush of fangs. He clenched his eyes shut, before dissolving into a gasp of surprise and delight as heated flutterbat muzzle consumed the head of his cock.
Flutterbat growled around her mouthful, transferring a not-unpleasant vibration to his stiffening flesh, wedging the length of batpony cock between her fangs and giving a tentative suckle.
Sable Streak didn’t know what to think. He had seen that terrifying maw only a few moments before, and those horrific fangs. And here that creature was, coaxing him to full size in that same heart-stoppingly terrible mouth!
Flutterbat growled around her mouthful, inching a little further down, head tilting to the side, soft tongue swirling slowly along his underside, and then over his tip, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled his scent.
“O-oh sweet Celestia…” Sable Streak whimpered, now entirely uncertain if he wanted to continue or wanted to escape from the cell. “Don’tbitemedon’tbitemedon’tbiteme,” he started to chant, as though he could somehow will the batpony not to harm him.
A soft hiss echoed around his stiffening cock, and he tensed up, cringing and preparing for pain, only for the flutterbat to sink down over his cock in an eager bob and suckle.
Sable streak dissolved into soft groans and whines of delight, his back arching slightly and wings fluttering above them both. His cheek rested against the flutterbat’s shapely rump, and he bit his tongue, eyes clenching closed.
Flutterbat tugged backwards, disengaging from him, turning her head upwards and pushing the thick cock against his own belly, so she could firmly drag her tongue along the length of its underside. She worked towards the base, mouthing against him slowly, soft pink tongue curling over his erection as she hissed eagerly.
“O-oh buck…” Sable Streak whined, trying to still the reflexive motion of his hips. A single droplet of precum drooled from the tip of his bobbing cock.
Flutterbat was there in an instant, pushing her nose firmly up against his tip, tongue grinding along the head of his throbbing length.
Sable Streak inhaled sharply, holding his breath, eyes wide as he waited for her reaction.
Was she going to hate it? Would she then bite him out of spite?
Oh Celestia, please like the taste.
Would she like it and think it was an apple substitute?
Oh Sweet Celestia please hate the taste!
Flutterbat hissed faintly up at him, red eyes narrowing as she worked her tongue back and forth, seemingly pondering on his taste.
Sable Streak continued to hold his breath, very, very aware of the sharp fangs cradling his delicate cock, while Flutterbat continued to taste him.
With a soft harrumph, Flutterbat swallowed, and then closed her lips over him, suckling softly again.
Sable Streak gave a helpless groan of delight, beginning to pant faintly as he found himself still whole and unharmed.
Flutterbat pushed forwards further, sinking down over his stiffened cock once more, letting his tip grind against her tongue on the way down.
Sable Streak whimpered in delight, his hips rolling on instinct, working his aching cock back and forth inside the flutterbat’s muzzle.
Hissing faintly, Flutterbat pushed against his hips, pushing him back against the wall so he couldn’t move.
Confused, Sable Streak was forced to ‘mount’ her muzzle, forehooves resting on her rump as she crowded in closer, her shoulder pushing against his stomach.
Flutterbat hissed slightly around her mouthful, before she leaned forwards and began to aggressively bob up and down his stiff cock. Her tight, fanged muzzle sank down him past the halfway point, only for her to tug back upwards and swirl her tongue eagerly against his tip before sinking down him again.
Sable Streak gave a gasp and shudder, and then a low groan of delight as the eager flutterbat worked him over again and again. She suckled on him when he was buried in her sweet, fanged muzzle, and swirled her tongue firmly against his tip when she tugged back off, only to repeat the maddeningly pleasurable motions.
Flutterbat dragged her tongue around the rim of the thick cock in front of her, before fastening her lips over the tip, suckling eagerly at it, swallowing down the gooey precum that was summoned forth by her motions. With a low growl, she started to bob on him even more aggressively, rocking back and forth with purpose now, tongue grinding along his underside with each motion.
“O-oh buck… s-slow down…” Sable Streak panted breathlessly, hooves grasping her rump a little more tightly on reflex. “i-I’ll finish in your bucking mouth if you don’t!”
Flutterbat’s large ears perked up, so she obviously heard him, but rather than heeding his warning and slowing down, she did the exact opposite. Sitting down underneath him, she started to bob her muzzle up and down on his cock urgently suckling and swirling her tongue against him with intent. Both forehooves lifted, grasping the base of his stiff cock, jerking him off wantonly, even as she leaned back, opened her muzzle wide, and stuck out her tongue.
Sable Streak’s eyes widened as he stared down at her, stunned at what she was doing. The flutterbat was presenting her open muzzle for him, quite obviously preparing to get a splashy mouthful of batpony spunk.
After a few moments of jaw-gaping amazement, the facts of the situation hit home for Sable Streak, and he lurched slightly and came all over her face.
Flutterbat jerked backwards in surprise as the first powerful burst of batpony spunk splashed into her open mouth and up over her nose and muzzle, coating her tongue in the potent taste of stallion. The next burst joined the first in her mouth and over her chin, filling her open muzzle almost to capacity, while the third and fourth shot up to splash over her face and mane.
With an eager hiss, flutterbat closed her lips over the tip of Sable Streak’s cock, suckling at it in earnest, tongue grinding against him as the final bursts of stallion spunk were pumped directly into her mouth.
Growing faintly, she pulled back, muzzle still held open, seeming to smirk at the batpony as she closed her mouth, and then visibly swallowed three times in a row to clear the mess of cum she had won from him.
“O-oh sweet Celestia…” Sable Streak whimpered, sliding down the wall and collapsing onto his rump, staring at the flutterbat with a hazy gaze. “There is no way you thought that was apple juice.”
Flutterbat was already ignoring him however, focusing instead on grinding her tongue along the roof of her mouth, inspecting his taste with a curious stare at the far wall.
Swallowing again, Flutterbat turned to stare at him, red eyes narrowing slowly.
Sable Streak swallowed audibly, straightening up slightly, as though he had somewhere to run if she decided to attack him.
Flutterbat gave a low hiss, red eyes locking on his own for a moment, before she rose to all four hooves again, and then slowly turned around. Shapely yellow rump was lifted into the air, and the cascade of pink tail was lifted and turned to the side.
Sable Streak could only stare, mouth agape.
Flutterbat’s right, plump cunny was perfectly presented. She was already wet and glistening, a trickle of her own moisture drooling free to run down a creamy smooth inner thigh. The soft yellow fur of her shapely, smooth rump was broken only by the sliver of pink flesh between the plump, soft outer lips of her perfect cunny.
Sable Streak continued to stare, his wings giving a fitful flutter.
Flutterbat gave an annoyed hiss, staring at him over her shoulder, swaying her rump back and forth impatiently, even reaching back with a hoof to grasp her rump, spreading herself open slightly.
Sable Streak closed his mouth, eyes wide as he watched the soft, pliable outer lips of Flutterbat’s cunny spreading to show him the slick pink inner flesh. The length of his cock, having been steadily softening since his orgasm, immediately began to spring back to life.
Flutterbat looked back at him with narrowed eyes, giving a smirk of triumph and hissing eagerly, lifting her rump again.
Sable Streak swallowed thickly, taking a faltering step forwards. He ducked his head, nose pushing past pink tail and tongue extending to drag a sudden lick directly against the flutterbat’s spread cunt.
Flutterbat hissed in surprise this time, her wings fluttering and arching above her back as he glowered at him over her shoulder.
Sable Streak arched an eyebrow, giving another slow, tentatively lick up the length of the drooling cunny, a hoof lifting to rest on her rump.
A soft hiss of delight left the flutterbat, and her wings quivered slightly, her hips swaying back and forth.
Sable Streak took that as an invitation, pressing in closer until his muzzle was pushed right up against the sift yellow inner thighs, his tongue swirling over the outer lips of the eager, drooling cunny. The taste of horny flutterbat invaded his senses with renewed vigor. It was like apple-flavoured ambrosia.
Flutterbat growled helplessly, one of her hooves sinking back to rub almost urgently at her clit.
Smirking, Sable Streak lifted his own hoof, tugging hers away. He ignored the hiss of anger directed at him, and instead leaned down further to fasten his lips over her clit, suckling firmly.
A hiss and snarl left Flutterbat, and she arched heavily, hooves digging into the floor as she shuddered in a minor orgasm. Liquid flutterbat lust drooled from her quivering cunt, splashing over Sable Streak’s muzzle, and he tugged back with a snort of surprise.
Licking messy lips, Sable Strake grinned, pushing in to give another lick and suckle at Flutterbat’s plump, soft cunny, only to be brought up short by a positively threatening hiss.
Wisely, Sable Streak took a step backwards, giving a nervous laugh. “Okay! I’ll stop!”
Face still covered in the batpony’s cum, Flutterbat stared back at him, licking her lips lasciviously and hiking her rump up a little higher, spreading her hindlegs in invitation.
“You want me... to…?” Sable Streak asked, his voice slightly strangled, mouth going dry. His cock, however, knew exactly what was being asked of it. It had returned to its eager, stiffened state, ready as always to do its duty.
An impatient hiss left Flutterbat’s muzzle, and she glowered at him, pushing a hoof up between her hindlegs to rub lewdly at her clit, causing her plump cunny to spread slightly with the pressure of the motions.
“O-oh buck…” Sable Streak whimpered, licking his lips anxiously. He resisted for a solid three seconds, shifting his weight from hoof to hoof and trying to look away, before taking several steps towards her and eagerly mounting the presenting batpony mare. His forehooves grasped her hips, tugging her back against him, even as he set his stance and shuffled closer to her, letting the thick tip of his eager, stiffened cock brush right up against the moist length of her cunny.
Flutterbat shuddered underneath him, placing all four hooves back on the floor for balance, wings spreading and an eager hiss leaving her muzzle. She spread her hindlegs further, arching her hips in invitation, pushing back against him as she felt him grinding against her needy cunt.
Sable Streak buried his nose against her mane, wrapping his hooves around her middle so she couldn’t possibly reach him if she wanted to turn and sink her fangs into his flesh. When he was certain he was protected, he tugged her back against him and pressed his hips forwards, grinding the fat tip of his cock up against the soft flutterbat cunny, until she gave in to the pressure and spread around him.
A soft hiss left the guard as he felt her soft, slick flesh clenching around his tip, and Flutterbat mirrored his hiss with one of her own, pushing back against him eagerly.
Sable Streak growled in delight, leaning over her a little bit further, hips pushing towards her own, groans leaving his quivering lips as he pressed deeper and deeper inside the tight flutterbat, feeling her soft, tight cunny squeezing around him in earnest.
A lustful hiss left Flutterbat, and she ground back against him, her hooves locking slightly and wings fluttering intently with each extra inch of eager batpony cock that spread her.
A soft gasp left Sable Streak as he got more than half of his aching cock crammed inside the tight flutterbat, his hooves tightening around her middle as he started to rock back and forth. A few inches of slick cock slipped out of her clenching tunnel, only for him to shift and shove them back inside, stuffing another few millimetres of his cock deep inside.
Flutterbat hissed in delight, licking her fangs and pushing back against him each time he humped down into her, her tight cunny clenching and squeezing around him in earnest, almost seeming to suckle at his stiffened cock, even as it became coated in her lustful emissions.
With an eager growl, Sable Streak leaned further over the flutterbat, grasping her middle tighter and beginning to hump powerfully into her willing body, striking up a rhythm of firm, eager thrusts.
Hissing lustfully, Flutterbat pushed her hips back against his motions, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her clenching cunny, trying to get him as deep as possible.
Sable Streak gasped helplessly as he bottomed out inside her, almost buried to the absolute root of his throbbing member, feeling the squishy tip of his cock crammed right up against her deepest barrier.
Flutterbat hissed eagerly, rocking her hips against him, giving him no reprieve from the constant rolling stimulation of her soft, firm flesh clenching and squeezing around him in earnest.
“B-buck!” Sable Streak hissed, teeth baring slightly as he started to rut urgently into the tight female beneath him. Each eager thrust tugged him out of her drooling, squeezing cunt, until her soft outer lips were barely cradling the swollen tip of his cock, only for him to shove back into her as deep as he could get.
Flutterbat squeaked slightly with each firm thrust, her ears alternatively perking and lowering, wings fluttering each and every time he bottomed out inside her, a reflexive spasm of her tight cunny milking the thick cock every time it buried inside.
“Nnnnf… I’m going to… g-gonna fill you soon,” Sable Streak whimpered, biting distractedly at the base of one of Flutterbat’s large ears.
A soft, delighted hiss was his only audible answer, and Flutterbat started to push back against him almost urgently, jerkily grinding her hips back towards him with each firm thrust.
Sable Streak’s motions started to get jerky, and he growled heatedly, grasping around the flutterbat’s middle tightly, holding her in place as he started to rut into her with a purpose, his motions slowing, but gaining strength. Each firm shove of his hips pushed himself deep inside her, grinding the fat tip of his cock directly up against her deepest barrier with each urgent motion.
Flutterbat hissed again, arching and tensing beneath him, giving Sable Streak barely any warning before a wild clenching, tugging rhythm started deep inside her, massaging and tugging at the captive cock working back and forth within her soft depths.
Sable Streak hissed in response, tensing up atop her, hindhooves scrabbling for purchase as he ground himself deep inside her, holding himself hilted to her as he gave a snarl of triumph. Hot, repeated bursts of batpony spunk started to pump deep inside the squeezing, clenching flutterbat cunt, splashing across her deepest reaches and pooling deep inside her.
Sable Streak gave a few jerky thrusts through his orgasm, causing a thick rush of white mess to drool from around their union as he slid back and then crammed her full of his cock again.
Flutterbat slowly relaxed, coming down from her orgasm, her tight cunny occasionally squeezing around him a reflexive clench, making the batpony whimper and shudder. She looked at him over her shoulder, tongue hanging out, a pleased expression on her muzzle.
“H-holy buck…” Sable Streak panted, shuffling backwards slowly, giving a gasp as Flutterbat’s tight, cleenching cunny finally relinquished his softening cock. He dropped down onto his rump, chest heaving, wings drooping as he panted hard.
Flutterbat held her pose for several long moments, a thick rush of gooey white batpony spunk drooling from between the soft yellow lips of her thoroughly-used cunny, before she straightened up slowly and stretched.
Barely paying attention to him, she turned back to the bag of apples, picking one up and beginning to suckle at it again, consuming it.
Sable Streak gave a soft groan, flopping over onto his back, staring at the ceiling hazily.
After several moments, he gave a start, jerking slightly as he felt a hot exhalation and then a warm, soft tongue swirling up the underside of his used, softening length. He twisted to stare down at flutterbat, ears splaying back slightly. “You… you want to go again?”
Flutterbat didn’t respond, just staring up at him with her enthralling red eyes, seeming to smirk as she swirled her tongue slowly over the rim of his used cock.
Sable Streak bit his bottom lip and gave a soft whimper as he felt his cock starting to rise once more.
It was going to be a long night.
“Pssssst!”
Sable Streak jerked slightly as he awoke, blinking hazily at the cell door.
Princess Twilight Sparkle was standing there, holding out a key. “Quietly! Come here!” she whispered.
Sable Streak shifted slightly, his face becoming a mask of agony as he stretched muscles that were entirely too sore to be used. With a grimace, he disentangled himself from Flutterbat, crawling over to the cell door.
Twilight Sparkle cast some kind of spell on the lock so it made no sound, and carefully opened the door wide enough for Sable Streak to escape.
Sable Streak limped out of the cell, looking tired and haggard, his armor only half-on.
Twilight Sparkle made a motion with a hoof towards the stairs, and Sable Streak nodded, following her up them.
“How did you survive?!” Twilight Sparkle asked, amazed, once they were out of earshot of the dungeon.
“Liberal application of body wash,” Sable Streak said, only half-playfully.
Twilight Sparkle gave him a long, dubious stare. “You are okay, aren’t you?”
“She’s a positive mouse once you tire her out,” Sable Streak said tiredly.
“I understand,” Twilight Sparkle said with a warm smile. “It must have been a harrowing experience.”
“You have no idea,” Sable Streak said with a wry smile. “Really. On both points.”
Twilight Sparkle tilted her head in confusion. “You’re no doubt tired. Go get cleaned up, I’ll see to Fluttershy.”
“Will she remember anything of what happened?” Sable Streak queried.
“Perhaps,” Twilight responded with a slight frown. “This has only happened once before. I’ll wager a guess at ‘no’.”
“Oh, good,” Sable Streak said with a happy smile.
Twilight gave him a suspicious stare. “Did anything… happen in that cell? How did you even get locked in there with her?”
“I, uh, guess she can control ponies with her stare,” Sable Streak said with a shrug. “I didn’t realise until I’d already unlocked her cell and she was all up in my face. You should probably watch out for that.”
“Fascinating!” Twilight said, looking like she was itching to go write down the little tidbit of information.
“Am I free to go?” Sable Streak asked plaintively. “It’s been a long night.”
“Yes, yes, begone then, I’ll go tend to Fluttershy!” Twilight said with a nod, turning on her hooves and heading back down into the dungeon.
Sable Streak gave a groan of relief, turning himself and heading for the barracks.
A light tapping made Sable Streak sit bolt upright, and he gave a low groan. He couldn’t have been asleep more than fifteen minutes.
He rolled out of bed, heading for the door, opening it.
Fluttershy was standing in the doorway to his tiny barracks room, mincing back and forth. “U-uh h-hi Sable…”
“Feeling more yourself, Miss Fluttershy?” Sable Streak asked with a warm smile.
Fluttershy nodded, her cheeks pinkening. “Y-yes. Twilight fixed me right up… I just wanted to… um... thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Sable Streak said with a warm smile. “Think nothing of it.”
Fluttershy gave him a long stare, and then said something under her breath.
Sable streak perked an ear. “Excuse me?”
“I-I said t-that I remember what happened,” Fluttershy whispered.
Sable Streak’s pupils dilated and he looked away, licking his lips nervously. “Well… This is awkward. You did kind of… jump me though.”
“I know, and I’m terrible sorry!” Fluttershy placated, mortified.
“No harm done though, and I certainly won’t pretend I didn’t enjoy it…” Sable Streak said with a warm smile. “Forget it even happened.”
Fluttershy turned a delicate shade of red. “W-well… I-I have to make it up to you,” she whimpered. “W-would dinner be enough?”
“Dinner would be lovely!” Sable Streak said with a grin. “Your place or mine?”
“My place,” Fluttershy said confidently. She reached a hoof around the doorway, coming up with a bottle of bodywash. “You wore this, didn’t you?”
Sable Streak nodded. “Either the best decision I’ve ever made or a terrible mistake.”
Fluttershy nodded, delicately sniffing at the lid of it.
Sable Streak was certain he saw her eyes flicker red for a moment.
Fluttershy lifted her head, handing the bottle of body wash back to him and smiling brightly, brushing her mane out of her face.
“Wear it again… I’m batty for it.”
