My eyes slowly flickered open, taking in my surroundings. It was still night; even though my eyes had not adjusted to the dark, the full moon cast its dim beams of light across my room, letting me look around for the cause of my disturbance.
There is was again. A faint tapping coming from the open French windows leading out to my small balcony. Turning my head towards the source of the sound, I jerked back at what I saw. A shadowy figure stood silhouetted on the balcony. A female figure. That tapping again. She was knocking on the window. I squinted, and suddenly recognized who it was. This must have been a dream.
Fluttershy, that waif of a girl who sat in the row in front of me in biology lessons. Kind, gentle, with a sweet melodic voice that sounded like music even when she was drily explaining frog anatomy to her lab partner. I spend half my time in that class daydreaming about her. No wonder my grades are so low.
Her eyes. Just her eyes. I could spend two hours straight just dreaming about those big, beautiful, expressive pools of blue. If her eyes affect me that much, imagine what the full package does. Her flawless skin, her long wispy pink hair — which she usually wore loose, but drove me wild that time she'd worn pigtails — her small but perfect breasts, her long slender legs, shown off by the short skirts she often wore to school. Everything about her drove me to distraction. It was heartbreaking that I didn't take any other classes with her, but probably better for my grades that way.
But here she was, standing by my balcony window, knocking as if waiting for an invitation. She was wearing a loose-fitting yellow vest, barely long enough to cover her breasts, a short matching skirt, and a leather jacket, not zipped up, but hanging open, exposing her smooth, toned stomach. Her soft pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, in contrast to the rough, dark leather of her jacket. I blinked, scarcely able to believe my eyes. This must have been a dream. Mustn't it? Fluttershy would never wear leather anyway. But if it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up any time soon.
I snapped out of my surprise and sat up in bed. "Fluttershy, what are you doing here? Come in." My croaky, just-woken-up voice surprised me. She stepped into the room and walked across my floor, raising a red apple to her lips. Without answering my question, she bit into the apple. In the almost total silence of the late night, I could hear her teeth crunching its ripe flesh. She looked different somehow, but I, in my hazy state, couldn't quite figure it out. I noticed for the first time, that she was barefoot — she'd come here at night without any shoes on? Something wasn't right.
I thought about getting out of bed, but I had only been wearing my boxers on account of the unseasonably hot nights, so elected to stay under the sheets in the interest of modesty. She took another bite of her apple, now so close to me that I could see the apple juice dripping down her chin. That girl could even make eating an apple look sexy.
She sat at the foot of my bed while she finished the apple, me unsure of what to say or do, her seemingly unwilling to offer any explanation for her sudden appearance on my balcony. She threw the apple core onto the floor, and I successfully resisted my urge to complain about the mess. For a moment, her chin glistened with juice in the soft moonlight, before she wiped it with the back of her hand.
Fluttershy stood and took my hand in hers. She pulled, and I got up out of bed to stand with her, only momentarily embarrassed by my lack of clothes. Without warning, she stood on her toes and pressed her lips against mine, her tongue seeking entry into my mouth, just as she'd sought entry into my room a few minutes earlier. Instinctively I tilted my head and parted my lips, our tongues seeking each other out.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tight while we each melted into the kiss. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I gently held her by her waist. Perhaps if I'd been a bit more daring, a bit more forward with girls, I might have gone for her breasts, or her butt. While I wasn't by any means totally inexperienced, I'd always been a little shy around the opposite sex. I'd always assumed Fluttershy was the same, but tonight I was seeing a totally different side to her.
I could taste the apple on her breath as our tongues moved around. I could feel her sharp teeth and every detail of her mouth.
Our bodies were up against each other, and I momentarily worried that through my thin boxer shorts, she'd be able to feel my growing erection against her lower belly. But then I reasoned that she'd come to my bedroom late at night, dressed like that, and kissed me, so she couldn't really blame me for the effect it had had.
Cautiously, I shifted my right hand around to her back, slipping it under the back of her jacket to rest on her bare skin. I pulled her towards me, pressing us closer together. I could feel the studs of her jacket pressed against my stomach, the swell of her breasts against my chest, and the warmth of her body against mine. She must have been able to feel my cock against her body, because I could certainly feel her body against my cock, and it only served to add fuel to the fire.
Her tongue hungrily flicked inside my mouth, wrestling against mine. I felt her hand on the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair, and pulling me towards her, locking our mouths together.
Without warning, she tugged my hair, pulling me away from the kiss. Releasing me, she sat on the side of the bed before slipping off her leather jacket and tossing it onto the floor. The vest she was wearing had very thin straps. I could see the shape of her collar bone on her chest. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra, as the outlines of her hard nipples were visible through the thin fabric of her yellow top.
She lay back on the bed, shifting slightly side to side to get comfortable, and looked at me seductively. For the first time I realized what looked so different about her. It was her eyes. Gone were her usual teal pools of serenity, and in their place were eyes of a passionate red which glimmered like flame when the moonlight caught them.
Fluttershy dug her heels into the mattress to lift her hips off the bed, then pulled up her skirt. Her bra wasn't the only item of underwear she'd elected not to wear that night. Her hairless slit glistened in the soft light, clearly wet.
She smiled at me, revealing her set of perfectly white teeth, but again these were different. They seemed sharper, fang-like. Something inside me told me to run, to hide, to get away from this girl at all costs. But something deeper made me stay. Fluttershy wanted me — needed me, and she could have me — all of me.
Nervously, I climbed onto my bed, crawling over her until we were face to face. Her lips were inches away from my own and I cautiously approached her. What if she were to bite? She didn't before — why would she now? We kissed again, slowly, but full of passion. Her tongue sought out my own and they danced inside our mouths.
I felt her cold hands on my bare back, moving lower, lower, until they reached the waistband of my shorts. With a tug, she pulled them down and my hard cock sprung free, brushing against her thighs; I shivered slightly in excitement.
I felt a hand on my shaft. Though not the first time another person's hand had touched me there, it was the first time in a few months, and just that one touch was almost enough to drive me over the edge, but I willed myself not to.
Fluttershy's hand stroked up and down a couple of times, as if trying to gauge the suitability of my cock — whether I was hard enough yet — and I can guarantee that I was. Then I felt the tip surrounded by something warm and wet. She'd put just the tip between her lower lips.
She used her hand to move my cock up and down, along the length of her slit, spreading the moisture around, and rubbing against her clit, then lined the head up with her entrance and used her other hand, still on my back, to push me into her. Her hand released my shaft and as she tilted her hips forward, it slid all the way inside her tight pussy in one movement. She gasped and her red eyes widened. Her hand went to the back of my head, pulling me in for another kiss.
Concentrating to avoid immediate climax, I started slowly moving my hips and up and down, getting accustomed to the feeling of her vagina wrapped around my cock like a sheath. I'd only been with a couple of girls before — friends with benefits kind of relationships with girls from drama club — but neither of them had felt like this. Her pussy held me like a fist.
I broke away from our kiss, shifting into a better position to make love to her. I thrust into her tight passageway with increasing speed, it feeling like every muscle in her lower body was massaging my shaft.
Fluttershy's hands moved to her own small but nicely shaped breasts. She grasped them, pushing them together, and seemed to dig her nails into the skin, leaving pink marks. I'd never imagined this shy, quiet girl from school would be so, well, rough to herself.
This new information about what Fluttershy liked, drove me to go faster, harder, and deeper. I pounded her harder than I had done anyone else before, and she seemed to appreciate it, lifting one of her hands onto my lower back, pulling me into her while she moaned beneath me.
Her pussy felt like it was almost milking my cock, trying to squeeze its juices, and it didn't take much of this before I felt my climax becoming unavoidable. Too late to slow down, calm down, and hold it off. Instead, I sped up, and ploughed harder, gripping the bed sheets beside Fluttershy with my fingers and gritting my teeth. Fluttershy rocked her hips upwards in time with my thrusts.
The feeling of tension at the base of my cock built up, getting stronger and stronger until at last I needed to release it. With a final thrust, I came inside her, filling her with semen. A shiver ran down my spine as I thrust again, the movement causing a trickle of cum to leak out of her pussy, running down my cock and balls.
After several more deep, slow thrusts, I collapsed onto the girl, burying my head in the pink hair beside her shoulder. I gently sucked on the skin where her shoulder met her neck and laid a trail of kisses up over her cheek to her lips, kissing her passionately and letting my tongue explore her mouth, running it over her sharp teeth. She kissed back, her tongue entering my mouth and the two muscles swirling around each other.
Her hands roamed my back while we kissed for a few minutes. Then without warning, she grabbed me by the side and rolled us over. I might be slightly underweight, but I still hadn't expected Fluttershy to have the strength to flip me onto my back like that.
Fluttershy's lips explored my face, kissing my nose, my cheeks, and my chin before they made the journey down my neck. She slowly kissed and licked every inch of my neck, even scraping her sharp teeth against my skin. I stroked her long pink hair while she planted a small series of kisses down my chest, stopping for a time to flick one of my nipples with her tongue.
Once she began her downward journey again, laying a trail of kisses down over my rib cage and flat stomach, it became obvious to me where she was heading. One of her small breasts brushed over my cock and I felt the first twinge of a second erection.
She used her tongue to draw a little circle around my navel before continuing further down over my lower abdomen, her little column of kisses getting closer and closer to their target. She lifted her lips off me for a few seconds before I felt her warm breath on my shaft.
I watched as she lowered her head and gave me a tiny, gentle kiss near the base of my cock. She looked up and flashed me a quick half-smile before kissing again, just a fraction of an inch higher.
She paused for a moment then put a single finger where she'd kissed, making my cock twitch slightly. She let her finger slowly draw a line from the base of my cock to the very tip. She made a circle around the head using her thumb and forefinger, holding it gently while she bent down again and gave my cock a third gentle kiss, again near the base, only slightly higher than the last two.
Fluttershy looked me in the eye again while she stroked her two fingers down my shaft and up again. I almost had to look away in embarrassment. Without breaking eye contact, she stuck out her tongue and licked my shaft where she'd been kissing. She kissed again, higher up, and again, about half way up the shaft, the kisses faster and with slightly less softness and care.
She kissed again, higher and higher — I lose track of exactly how many kisses she used, but by the time she'd reached the tip of my cock, I was almost crazy with anticipation. Looking up at me, Fluttershy opened her lips in an 'O' shape and slid the head of my cock into her mouth at a tortuously slow speed. I sighed as the warm moisture of her mouth embraced me.
The 'O' shape of her mouth slid down my shaft until half of it was inside. Her tongue flicked around, caressing my cock with quick haphazard movements, while she sucked gently on me. By now, it should come as no surprise, I was fully hard again.
Fluttershy moved her mouth back up, and there was a sound like a bottle of wine being uncorked as the head of my cock came out of her lips. She softly kissed her way back down my shaft and over my balls. I groaned in slight disappointment when I felt her lips move down my thighs.
She planted a column of kisses down my inner thigh, occasionally scraping those sharp teeth of hers over the skin, then continued lower down over my calf to my ankle. Her tongue flicked around the curve of my ankle and trailed along the underside of my foot.
I sighed as she took my big toe into her mouth, sucking gently on my toe like she had been to my cock just moments ago.
I almost leaped out of bed in surprise when a pair of black wings folded out from underneath where her top had ridden up her back. How had I not noticed them before?! They seemed like bat wings. It was whispered at school that Fluttershy could grow wings on demand, but the only time I'd seen them for myself, they'd been delicate yellow feathery things — nothing like these leathery black ones.
"F–Fluttershy?" I asked, daring to speak to her for the first time since she'd come in.
She looked up to me and bared her teeth, allowing me for the first time to get a good look at them: fangs. She said nothing.
"I… I… n–never mind," I stammered fearfully.
She lowered her mouth to my foot again. A gritted my teeth in fear of what was going to happen. I felt terrified yet somehow still strangely aroused by the feeling of her lips once again on my toes. She sucked each of them in turn, and her tongue flicked into the gaps between them. I couldn't see what was happening, her long pink hair obscuring my view, but what she was doing felt amazing, and if my erection had started to falter out of fear, it had returned now. The temptation for my hands to wander down to my cock and start rubbing was immense, but I resisted, knowing it would be a shame to waste my energies on my palm when I had a beautiful — albeit mildly terrifying — girl in my room.
Fluttershy turned her attention to the other foot, taking my big toe into her mouth and gently sucking it. I could feel her sharp teeth lightly scraping the top of my toe while her tongue caressed the underside. Again she licked and sucked each of the others, until she'd reached my little toe.
I felt her fingers on my big toe and the toe next to it, gently separating the two toes. I felt her mouth on the skin between them.
"Argh!" I gasped as I felt something sharp tearing into my skin.
She'd bitten me!
But still I couldn't pull my foot away — my curiosity and desire were far too strong. The pain faded after a few seconds of her soft sucking between my toes and I began to enjoy the warm moist feeling of her suckling on my blood.
After what must have been two or three minutes of gentle feeding, she raised her head slightly and began to crawl back up my body. With one hand, she pushed back her lovely pink hair, and I saw the smile on her face, the tips of her fangs barely peeking out of her lips. A trickle of blood ran down her chin. My blood. Well, it belonged to her now, I suppose.
Once she was level with my crotch she descended upon my cock again. I felt her lips wrap around it and her head started to bob up and down, her mouth moving up and down my shaft while she softly sucked.
While physically this was even better than the attention she'd been giving my cock just a few minutes earlier, now I'd seen the teeth, pleasure was mixed with dreadful anticipation.
She took my cock out of her mouth again and scraped her teeth down its length, not biting, not breaking the skin, not hurting me, but making me shiver with pleasure and fear.
Her teeth went to my balls, nibbling gently on the skin.
"No," I whispered, uneasy with what she might do.
She looked up at me and her eyes, though still a bright red, sparkling so much they almost glowed, reassured me that she'd do me no harm.
Her nibbles moved back up the length of my shaft to my foreskin, which she pressed lightly between her teeth, making it sting slightly — just a tiny bit more pressure and her sharp teeth with have sunk into the skin — but she released it and looked up to me with a smile, perhaps happy that I had trusted her.
Her lips wrapped around my cock once more and she sucked harder than before, swirling her tongue around it, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth until her lips were almost around the base, the tip of my cock against the entrance to her throat.
She raised and lowered her head, allowing my cock to slide half-way out of her warm mouth before taking it all back in, each time the head of my cock pressing slightly harder against the top of her throat. I groaned when I felt her swallow, taking the tip inside her throat without gagging. By god, even with the scary teeth, this was the best blowjob I'd ever had.
Her hair brushed against my balls and inner thighs while she sucked and used her tongue to expertly massage the underside of my shaft. I could feel the distant beginnings of another orgasm on its way. I sighed and stroked her long pink hair, pushing it out of the way so I could admire her beautiful face with its lips wrapped around my cock.
She gazed up to me for a moment before coming up for air, my cock again coming out of her mouth with a popping sound. She smiled at me and started crawling up the bed towards me again. As disappointed as I was that the blowjob seemed to have come to an end, the look on her face told me she had something better planned.
She knelt over me upright, straddling my hips with her legs. My cock jumped in excitement when her hand found its shaft. She guided it between her legs and her hairless crotch.
I moaned as she sank down onto my cock, my shaft being enveloped in her warm pussy. It hugged my cock just as tightly as I remembered from last time. Fluttershy put her hands on my bare chest, kneading it with her fingertips as she began to rock back and forth on my cock.
I reached up and tentatively put my hands on her chest, feeling her small breasts through her thin top. She sighed and closed her eyes. I squeezed gently, feeling the nipples perk up under my touch. I rubbed Fluttershy's nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, eliciting a moan from her lips.
She leaned on my chest, moving faster, beginning to rise and fall on my cock, raising her hips up so that only the tip was still inside her before lowering herself back down to take my entire shaft in up to the hilt. The inside of Fluttershy's pussy felt not smooth, but rippled with waves of firm silky flesh, each one of which rubbed up and down the full length of my shaft and she slid my cock and and out of her passage.
As I started to feel my climax approaching, I began to rock my own hips up to meet hers, kneading her breasts through their cotton prison with increasing fervour. I allowed one hand to slide down her chest and stomach, and over the skirt she was still wearing almost like a belt. My hand eventually came to rest on her hip, the slim girl's pelvic bone discernible to my touch even through her layers of clothes. I used my hand to help move her hip, urging her to go faster, harder, deeper.
When I was almost at the point of no return, with no warning at all, she stood, my cock flopping out of her into the cool night air. She stood over me, one foot at each side of my hips. I looked up at her towering over me. Her pussy and inner thighs glistened with moisture in the room's faint light.
She fiddled with a catch at the side of her skirt before taking it off and throwing it to the floor. She took the bottom of her vest top in her fingers and in one quick movement lifted it over her head, tossing it to the ground as well.
Without ceremony, she stepped over me, her feet ending up on either side of me again, but facing the other way, towards my feet. She knelt back down again, positioning herself over my cock. For the first time I got a good look at her bat-like wings. They were impressive-looking, if you like that sort of thing.
I felt her hand on my shaft for a moment before it slid back into her tight pussy. The different angle was interesting, especially once she leaned forwards towards my feet, grasping my ankles with her hands for leverage as she began to move up and down on my cock again.
I watched her cute little bare bottom bounce up and down, the puckered ring of her anus exposed to my view. She began to pant, lightly digging her nails into my ankles as she thrust her pussy against me.
Occasionally her wings would make a little flutter, not spreading fully like they had when she'd been giving me a blowjob, but she seemed to be having trouble keeping them under control.
She let one hand slide up my shin and over my knee. I shivered when I felt it travel along my inner thigh, and moaned when her hand lightly cupped my balls, giving them the slightest of squeezes.
The next thing I knew, I saw the hand as she reached behind herself. She grasped at her buttock, squeezing it. Suddenly realizing my own hands were needlessly unoccupied, I grabbed her other buttock, holding it firmly. I used her butt as a handle to move her up and down faster, encouraging her to fuck me harder.
I was surprised to see her hand move now to her anus, putting one finger on the ring. The finger moved in little circles, around and around, almost hypnotically. After three circles around the hole, she must have pressed harder because the tip of her finger disappeared inside herself up to the first knuckle.
Her finger moved in and out of her arsehole in time with the movements of my cock inside her. I'd never seen a girl do this to herself before and it fascinated me. Each thrust of her finger pushed a little deeper into her insides until eventually she was sliding it all the way in and out of her.
Her other hand gripped my ankle tighter as she began to rise and fall faster, letting my cock slide nearly all the way out of her before rapidly slamming her hips back down on me. My breathing was becoming fast and irregular now as I thrust my hips upwards to meet hers. I put both my hands on her hips to grip her, thrusting up inside her, faster, deeper, harder.
My balls began to feel tense, like they wanted to release something. I tried holding off — it seemed unfair of me to cum again, when I didn't even know Fluttershy had cum at all yet. But each thrust of our hips took me closer to the edge.
Fluttershy's wings were beginning to flutter more and more, which I took as a sign of her own increasing arousal.
The tension inside me was becoming unbearable. Though I clenched my lower muscles to try to hold it in, after a few more moments, I had to let go. I groaned and shuddered as my cock spurted semen deep inside her.
But Fluttershy did not slow down, continuing to ride me like you'd ride a wild horse — up and down, faster and faster, holding on for dear life. She pounded my now sensitive cock mercilessly, each movement sending a shiver down my spine and eliciting a moan from my lips.
Just when I thought I could take no more, I felt Fluttershy's thighs vibrate and she almost screamed with pleasure, her wings spreading outwards. She collapsed forward, her head falling between my legs and the new angle of her body bending my cock downward in a way that made me shudder. Her pussy tightened around my shaft rhythmically milking it for every last drop of sperm that could be had from it.
We lay there, me inside her, for a few moments. I guess we were both catching our breath. Her pussy kept pulsing inside, with each contraction making my stomach muscles tense up. Her wings began to fold in just as my now softening cock slid out of her, the conclusion to a wild ride.
She sat up straight on me and I did a double take. Where once she'd had wings, there was now just smooth, pale skin covering her well-defined shoulder blades.
She shifted slightly on me before falling back onto the bed and lying on her side, facing me.
Fluttershy looked at me with her firey red eyes as if in a trance, then closed her eyes. I admired her beautiful long eyelashes. A moment later, she opened them, and her irises had returned to their usual teal blue. After a couple of seconds of looking slightly confused and disoriented, she smiled at me, showing her beautiful pearly white, no longer fanged teeth.
She rested her head on my chest and shut her eyes, her long lashes brushing my skin. She sighed happily and snuggled into me peacefully. I closed my eyes as well, exhausted from our activities.
*
My eyes flickered open. Daylight.
I looked around. She was gone.
Or was she ever there?
I sat up in bed and yawned. Putting my feet on the ground, I struggled slightly more than usual to stand up, then stretched my tired body. I crossed my room to the door and went to use the bathroom and start my usual morning routine.
I returned to my bedroom twenty minutes later feeling refreshed and ready to start the day. I picked up the discarded apple core from my floor, depositing it in the bin, and began to get dressed for school.
