Delightfully Devilish Drabbles

“Thank you so much for going shopping with me!”

You lean into Fluttershy as the two of you walk down the leaf-covered trail back to her cottage. Her wing falls over your flank and a warmth fills your heart.

“Oh, don’t worry about it too much. Always happy to help, especially when it’s for my friends new kitten!”

“Yeah, I think she’s really gonna appreciate this bed we got her. Oooor she’s going to keep sleeping on my head.”

Fluttershy giggled. “That seems much more likely but hey, the thought is what counts. That’s what Rainbow Dash says at least.”

“I’m sure she does!” You’re both laughing now, your mirth bouncing off the barren trees. You’re thankful for the scarf you bought today. You didn’t have much warm clothing after moving to Ponyville and the thick wool is already putting in a lot of work. You tighten it with your magic idly.

Ponyville is… a big change from Las Pegasus. You were working there after getting your Cutie Mark. You loved helping ponies and customer service was kind of like that but you always knew there was something more. So you took the plunge and moved out to the country. Fluttershy was one of the ponies who first helped you get on your hooves, giving you plenty of work to do around her animal sanctuary.

You had become quick friends, going so far as to help hold things down when her and her friends went on their crazy adventures. It was pretty cool knowing an Element of Harmony but it was even cooler knowing Fluttershy herself. She did seem kind of worried tonight though.

“You’re… feeling okay, right?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, I feel fine. Why?”

“Well I just remember you being kind of apprehensive about going out tonight. I know things can be kind of scary, especially around this time of year but… I dunno. I’m here for you no matter what.”

Fluttershy smiled but the look on her face told you there was still something hanging heavy over her head. She avoided your gaze, preferring to look out at the setting sun instead. The rays filtering through the trees made her coat look like it was alight. She really was beautiful. “I’m not… I’m not that afraid of anything out there. I’m afraid of me.”

What? “What?”

“I want to let you in on a little secret but you can't tell anypony else, okay? Not even Twilight or any of the others. I mean it!”

“Okay, okay, you have my oath of secrecy. What is it?”

“It’s just… I turn into a bat pony sometimes. During this season specifically. The girls helped me fight it and I thought I was cured but I guess it can still happen. I can manage it for the most part but if you and I were alone and I changed I don’t know if I would be able to stop myself…”

She seemed pretty serious. This must be pretty heavy. “What would happen if you did change?”

“I… I don’t know. I might hurt you. When I turn I feel so hungry a-and the only thing that can satisfy me is. Is pony blood.”

“I dunno, that sounds pretty romantic.” You crack a friendly smile but Fluttershy scowls at you. Have her ears always been that fluffy? Or her eyebrows that thick? “Okay, alright, I’m sorry. All I’m saying is if a mare as pretty as you wanted to take some blood out of my body I wouldn’t complain.”

Fluttershy wasn’t walking beside you any more. She was standing stock still, head hung low. “R-run, please. You have to run.” She looked up at you, a bright crimson spreading across her pupils and a new set of fangs fangs bared. “RUN!”

You didn’t need to be told twice, taking off in a sprint down the path. You weren’t far off. Maybe if you got to her cottage you would be—

WHAM! You felt something bowl you over, sending you sprawling. You connect with the hard dirt of the well-trodden path and hardly have a moment to bemoan your soreness before feeling another pony pounce on top of you. There you were, lying defenseless on your back, eyes locked with one very batty Fluttershy.

“F-Fluttershy?”

She snarled at you, saliva dripping from her maw. You searched her eyes for a trace of the Fluttershy you knew but found nothing. Behind those blood-red windows was an animal, a feral presence that wanted one thing: blood. She wasted no time in getting it, snapping down and sinking her fangs into your neck. It hurt. It hurt a lot! Just as quickly as the pain started it subsided however, dying down a much more manageable discomfort. You could feel her drinking, feel the blood leave your body. It felt… kind of nice. Maybe it was something in her spit? She pulled back, muzzle slick with blood and you noticed for the first time just how aroused you were. There was definitely something in her spit.

She sniffed at the wound in your neck, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to the marks she had left. Her muzzle trailed downward, stopping at your groin. Your squirming stopped as she held your hindlegs down with her forelegs. The growl and the murderous look she gave you didn’t hurt either. Those frenized eyes of hers looked almost contemplative as she scraped her fangs against the tender flesh of your inner thigh. Another flash of white-hot pain as she bit you again, taking only a bat pony sip from your leg.

Apparently satisfied with her efforts to put you in your place she pressed her broad forked tongue against your waiting marehood. Her breath was wet and hot against your skin and you couldn’t help but tremble in anticipation. Whatever was in her bite was really messing with your head. You could hardly think straight on a good day and it was all you could do to fight off the trance that threatened to envelope you.

You were given a moment of clarity as her tongue pushed into you, burrowing deep inside. Her tongue pressed against your sensitive walls as she buried her muzzle in your muff completely. If she seemed animalistic before she was even further gone now. You let yourself get lost in a haze of pleasure as she tasted every inch of you.

The way she was working her tongue against you, pushing deep into you before darting out to suckle on your engorged clit was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself nearly hit the crest of pleasure before fizzling back down as she reteacted her careful tongue time and time again. She knew what she was doing. She had to be! You wanted to cry out in pleasure, desperately beg the animal between your legs for some sort of release but your mouth felt glued shut. Your lips parted for a moment as she pressed her muzzle against yours, her tongue thrashing against yours. You had never really wondered what a cocktail of blood and marecum tasted like but you got your answer. It was… intoxicating.

The rumble in her throat seemed appreciative. She pressed herself against you as you continued making out, the feeling of your muzzles pressed together blending into a fuzzy haze of ecstasy. The blood loss didn't hurt either. Finally, she pulled away, giving you a satisfied smile as you whined at the loss of the warmth of her lips against yours. Moments later a different set of lips greeted you. You weren't given any time to complain as she sat her pussy firmly down on your muzzle. It was all you could do to grab onto her ample hips with your forelegs and get to work.

You weren't quite as gifted as her in regards to your tongue but you definitely knew how to apply what you had to the best of your ability. You started as you typically did, with shallow laps at the entrance to her muff. Your tongue danced across her swollen lips and your face quickly became soaked as thanks. Content to know that she was more than ready, your tongue slips inside her. She’s so warm and soft and wet… You lose yourself in the act of cunnilingus, barely aware of the attention she was giving your marehood in kind.

The only thing that can drag you out of the sensory bliss you had found yourself in was the mounting pressure in your loins. This time Fluttershy made no attempt to delay your orgasm, instead choosing to redouble her efforts. Your voice hitched in your throat as the first climax swept through you, your chest filling with a lightning that arced through the rest of your body in frenzied pulses. Your hips bucked under Fluttershy whose tongue was still lodged deep inside you. A second climax came swift on the heels of the first, followed by a third and a fourth. By then every last drop of energy had left your body. You could no longer scream or moan in pleasure; it was all you could do to let out a soft groan as Fluttershy pulled her muzzle out from between your legs. As the ringing in your ears subsided, a familiar voice cut through the air.

“I… I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You smacked your lips a couple times and struggled to remember how to speak. Finally your lips parted and your response came, barely a whisper. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Can you move?”

“No.”

“O-oh. I’ll carry you to my cottage then, get you patched up and get some food in you. I have a tea that helps in the event of eh… blood loss.”

You were too tired to speak at this point and were eternally grateful as Fluttershy scooped you up and hoisted you onto her back. This sort of thing would normally worry you but you noticed the bat features still remained. You had no doubt that her strength remained as well.

“You smell really good.”