Author's Note

Hey there everyone. This is a new story that I've been thinking of writing for the past couple of weeks, and after much tweaking the first finished portion is complete, I wanted to add Normal Norman because I feel like there should be more background characters to this site, and he deserves to be in at least one little story. So I figured why not mine.

But I'm sure you didn't come here to hear me talk, enjoy the story guys. And be sure to leave a nice lengthy review.

The First Visit

My name is Normal Norman, and I'm going to tell you a story. A story that contains the one creature that captures the imaginations and wet dreams of men across the city of Canterlot.

Princess Flutterbat

She's been around for as long as men have been susceptible to feminine wiles. But nowadays she just sneaks out at night and bites into apples, sucking their color and texture out of the fruits figure, ever since Flutterbat's habitat has been around my city, the Bat population has grown and their frequency has increased, causing problems around the town, such as bat droppings on the streets. In case you didn't know, Flutterbat is a creature that knows to do only three things from my research: Sucking on Apples, seducing young men and even... death. And believe me friend, she is very good at three. Some scorned girls in-particular call her a demon or a monster, men in Canterlot are not so sure. In my experience I've learned a great deal about her.

For starter's she's not a demon, she's clearly a Princess that has flesh and blood like any other creature, though she does appear in most respects to be human, she's not quite that either. She falls somewhere in between; she's not human, but she needs human food like apples to survive, and also human men, Princess Flutterbat hates human women as much as she hates the burning sun. This hatred is more about rivalry than anything, but I'm getting too ahead of myself...

In appearance, she looks like a beautiful human woman with the glaring exception that she wears clothes that look skimpy and too revealing, and she has small wings and long ears that are three inches tall that she could use to hop in a poor fellow's window.

At night, after she helps herself to plenty of apples, she goes on what I like to call her mating season. Flutterbat will go out into a neighborhood or hotel room on the prowl looking for young men to seduce. When she finds one, she'll slip into his room, give the poor guy the night of his life, and if he behaves well, she'll leave him before the sun comes up.

This, to most men, wouldn't seem like such a bad thing; A big breasted Bat Princess comes to your room at night when no one is around, fucks your brains out, and leaves before morning? Sure, you have to keep quiet before the neighbors hear moaning or weird patting noises, but trust me when I tell you that her beauty makes up for being caught, however, if there are no more apples around. Or if you ever disobey her instructions or reject her actions, you risk being killed, all because you refused her sex for a few hours, there were some cases where we'd find the bodies still in their beds with their members depleted of all their semen. Or sometimes they would never be found. They would just disappear into the night, never to be heard from again, I still can't find out why she does that or what is her motivation.

Again, most men in Canterlot would be more than willing to obliged the Bat Princess for the likelihood of them being killed as well, and for the fact that, as I've already said, she could be outright hostile to any human woman. Young and superstitious couples won't share a room for fear that she might visit them, because she would brutally kill their wife, and should the wife find out they her husband is being visited in the room, she would stay out of it and hope that he has the sexual energy to pacify her.

For many years, there were many stories told about their experiences I've recorded, many men were bragging about their encounters with her and how many they've survived, including mine...

I remember my first night... Well, It's hard to forget the first time Flutterbat comes to creep on you. I lived alone in my apartment, studying my books and minding my own business, one night I was disturbed by noises from outside. I had just turned off my lights and used my laptop light for more comfort when the sound of the shutters creaking made me freeze.

I saw a crack of moonlight spill across the floor and as my eyes followed it back to the window. The shutters flung wide open and there she was, she crouched on the windowsill, back behind the full moon, like some great bird prey looking to swoop and snatch the victim. A fear like you wouldn't believe gripped me; I knew what it was that came to my room. We just sat and stared at each other; I was paralyzed by fear and she seemed to be decided whether or not I was worth the time.

She slipped down from the windowsill and crossed the length of the room to the end of my bed on all fours. She moved quick as a cat running for milk; she hopped up onto the foot of my bed, slowing taking off her green heels. I saw her illuminated in the natural moonlight, my breath caught in my throat, she was stunning; her hair was light pink like cotton candy and it hung down to her shoulders to her back, her lips were full yellow, and she had flawless skin, this was candy was poisonous, her body was lithe and toned, her large supple breasts heaved creating a sort of hypnotic effect as she stared at me with eyes with her red pierced eyes that looked like a blood moon. The look in her eyes was so hard to describe, somewhere between the most passionate longing of true love and ravenous hunger like a hyena looking for weak antelope.

She crawled closer to me at a slow sensual pace, her wings giving out tense flicks in anticipation; as she got closer I just stared at every aspect of her body, her pink painted nails, her facial features, her white fangs that shined bright, her primal movements that she made: part moan, part growl.

She moved up closer to me so we were face to face, her intoxicating smell filled my nostrils. She pushed me back with surprising strength so my back was against the headboard and she straddled me with her thighs pressing in on my boxer waist. She began to stroke my bare chest poking my four pack abs; scratching me while she smelled my hair and pressed her perfect breasts into my face arousing me further. I was still terrified; my heart was beating like a drum in my chest and my hands clenching the bed sheets like a frightened child who saw a ghost. I wanted her to leave me in peace, but this was my chance to get up close to her, I wanted her to stay, I wanted her body, I... I just wanted her.

Flutterbat started to kiss and suck my neck, her hand hastily pressing into my chest again, and I just couldn't control it anymore; I let go of the sheets I had been clinging onto for dear life and with one hand I grabbed her firm sweet ass, being more assertive. While my other hand grabbed the back of her neck. I knew this might get me killed, but I just didn't care at that moment what happened to me, I pulled her ravishing mouth looking for something to devour and I placed them onto mine. Her lips were plump, her soft tongue sweet tasted like bliss, and to my expectations in research, her tongue was really long.

She hissed and moaned like a beast as she forced her tongue in and out of my mouth and dug her nails into my back. I fondled her beautiful breasts and ran my fingers on her silky leotard that had cute pink bat patterns on them. By now I was aroused to the fullest and my raging cock was pressing up in a rather uncomfortable position against the bedding as I began to ride her body against it. Before I could do anything about that she jerked her face away from mine and shoved me so hard against the headboard that I saw swirly stars for a moment. She giggled at my pain and had a cruel smile on her face as she dragged her pink nails down my chest and scooted back away from me pulling down the sheets with her thighs as she did so. She hastily took my boxers off and my cock sprang free almost smacking her. Her smile broadened and that hungry look returned to her eyes with seeming approval of what she saw, she licked her lips, saliva dripped down from her tongue. She firmly grasped my cock and my pre-cum almost exploded on her hand, my warm semen oozed down her hand, making contact on her palms. She looked at me and then smirked devilishly, she knew that I was a healthy male begging to be fucked by her after wallowing in my bed picturing her.

She slowly moved towards my shaft and dragged her long hot tongue up my base and licked circles around the head. Shivers went up and down my spine as she sucked on my balls and stroked me, It was the most incredible feeling I had ever felt. I had a met a few women in the past, but nothing like this had ever felt this good. She gorged her mouth on my cock and took it all the way till her nose touched my stomach, and she slipped her tongue out to lick my sack some more. She carried on like that; licking and sucking with her power, making sure she was careful not to bite it with her fangs. She grasped my throbbing and gyrated her hips over me. If I had my eyes closed I would swear that she was licking my shaft and head all over, but my eyes were open and she was mounted on top of me, she then began to take off her leotard seductively and her stockings and threw it on the other side of my room, landing on top of my table.

She looked back at me and blushed, I didn't know what to think, my mind was literally clouded with so much emotion, she then sat on my cock and then hissed loudly, she slowly moved up and down, trying to become more used to me, when she finally started to get in a rhythm and Emboldened by her renewed interest in fucking me rather than just killing me, I ran my hands over her body again, I carefully motor boat her breasts suck on her nubs as she was hissing in ecstasy, she continued to ride me as I grabbed her shoulders and shoved my face in between her breasts.

She rode me with a vigor and passion that could wear out a quarter horse, but I still kept control. Though I wanted to lose myself to her lust and passions, the thought that she might use me till I had nothing left to give then slaughter me like a sacred lamb kept returning to mind and kept me in check. I was determined to survive this encounter and If that meant, by force of will, denying myself the release I so longed then so be it. This was no easy task; I was rooted in her. And her heated pussy of hers was playing at the shaft and head of my cock as it slid in and out of her. Moreover, she seemed to have extraordinary control over the muscles of her body; flexing and squeezing me with the purposeful intent of driving me crazy and extracting every last drop of cum from my already driven manhood.

But still, even though her grinding and thrusting were stimulating me, mortal fear kept me from giving this monster the prize she came for. I would show this sexy Bat Princess what it means to use sex as a weapon, this is what all my research has come to, she grunted and hissed on top of me; and I Normal Norman, not wanting to be outdone, grabbed her waist and guided her hips on me while I licked and sucked on her nipples. She seemed to love this because she stopped bouncing on my cock and instead ground on it so her tits could stay still in front of my face. One hand on her firm ass, and the other on her tit as I flicked my tongue over one nipple then the other.

The back and forth movements of her hips became quicker and her breath was coming in short gasps, she began letting out lusty hisses and whimpers, her face contorted into that telltale look of pleasure and pain; I knew she was approaching an orgasm. As I began to feel her pussy tighten and that tongue of hers spasm on my cock I knew it was time to make my move; still sucking on her tits I placed one hand on her back, the other on her shoulder, and flipped her onto her back so I was on top. She was gone too far into the throws of an enormous orgasm to care about this chance, and she wrapped her legs round my back and I wasted no time in fucking her as deep and hard as I could. Once that first orgasm took her it was on, every few seconds thereafter, she bucked under me again and again. Orgasm after orgasm she couldn't get enough, my seed went inside her, Flutterbat's eyes rolled behind her head, that horny smile never leaving her lips; and for my part I kept up the pace.

At last, the chain of her orgasms seemed to subside and she lay there docile, eyes unfocused and staring off into space, and I swear to you she was purring like some well-fed house cat! With some hesitation, I stopped fucking her to see how she'd react, she didn't seem to notice and still just laid there, content. It was then I knew I had won, that I had broken her like one breaks a wild horse, or tamed an animal, I grinned, celebrating my victory and deciding it was my turn to claim my reward, I wanted more and grabbed her hips and fucked her in an earnest fashion, not trying to hold back anymore, letting myself go to get her sexy body and the sweet release I so needed.

She seemed to notice that I was about to give her what she came for; she locked eyes with me and legs tight around mine, her stare seemed to be begging me to shoot inside her sweet pussy; I could feel it start to build inside me and my cock stiffened even more. She grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and my ass with the other and started to fuck back, bouncing up in rhythm with my thrusts, her pink hair moving with her, with every move. Both of us breathing deep and fast, I slammed my cock as deep as I could go and let loose inside her. The blast of my hot seed into her pussy sent her over the edge one more time and she screamed out as the climax took us both. I slid in and out of her, milking the last drops from my cock into her pussy, staring into those big beautiful eyes that stared back with pure lust and pleasure.

I kissed her with a passion as she returned the sentiment, rolling me over so she was gain on top of me. She pulled herself off my still hard cock and slid down to suck me clean. I sat back and enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on my slick cock, extra sensitive after that glorious fuck session. When she was satisfied with her work she pulled away and began to put on her clothes and sank back to the window, hopped up onto the sill, and turning to give me one last look and smiled, blowing a kiss in my direction, and just disappeared into the night.

It wouldn't be long, however, until I'd see her again. In fact, I saw a lot of her after our night together, sometimes two or three times even. This went on for months, and the other men began to complain that they didn't see the Bat Princess anymore, this made me have a conclusion, that I literately had her to myself now, which was a huge shock.

Because of the way she approached me, like a cat on the prowl. Each time she would come to me, I wasn't scared anymore, I knew she wouldn't harm me. As long as I stayed in control and didn't mess it up. She figured that I just felt too damn good to hurt. She even let me touch her wings, which were great to hold on to when I was screwing her from behind. And then after I wanted to buy her a special gift, she just disappeared, then I remembered she was probably hibernating, I guess she needed to do the smart thing and stay safe. I slept alone dreaming of her pink hair, seductive eyes, and warm breasts touching my chest, s-should I a-ask her out?