> Satisfaction
>  by Smallz
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> It’s not working
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	The only source of light that night was the shining stars. The bright moon overhead held only a tiny sliver of light reflecting onto the land below. A gentle, but cold breeze blew through the night, softly wafting the few scattered clouds across the sky. 
Fluttershy folded her wings towards her for warmth, as she lay right on the edge of a cloud. She ran her tongue over her newly acquired fangs, eyeing the small town of ponyville like a child in a candy shop. Her chin resting in one hand, and an apple in the other, she threw the fruit up and catched it again, as she had been doing for the past while. She arched her back, stretching her wings as a few more feathers fell out to reveal the thick membrane beneath.


It had been weeks since Twilight had botched the spell. It had also taken a week or so for it to become apparent. At first she simply assumed that the spell would take some time reversing her back to her old self, as the fangs and wing arches came and subsided. It even went away for a while. 
But then, three weeks after the whole incident had been forgotten, it had come back with a vengeance. All of the poor, peacefully sleeping creatures in her home had awakened to a bloodcurdling scream. She had been sleeping peacefully when a sudden stabbing pain shot through her wings, into her back and in her mouth. The pain forced her into consciousness as it reverberated throughout her entire body, sending shockwaves from the depths of her brain to the tips of her fingertips. 
The initial panicked reaction was that someone was in her bed assaulting her, for it felt like someone was ripping her feathers out, but when she rolled onto her back, wings tucked beneath her, it continued. She arched her back and screamed some more as her canines also experienced the feeling of being ripped violently out. 
Creatures, scaled, feathered, and furry alike pounded at her door, which she had locked before hand. 
One minute of agony stretched into what felt like an hour of torture, but the pain subsided after only three minutes. She soon lay panting and shaking in her bed, sweat pouring down her forehead and a dull ache pervading every nerve ending in her body.
Light headed and confused, she tried to sit up, only to be met with a gasp and a throbbing headache. The rabble of concerned animals continued to pound at the door, like a jackhammer to her mind.
“I-Its ok everyone!” She rasped, her throat felt like it was full of sand and gravel, “Please just go to bed, I feel fine.” She most definitely did not feel fine, but having her animal friends worry for her felt simply unfair. She had been the one to wake them up, after all. The torturous awakening already felt like a horrible dream in her addled mind, and the ache was already receding from her body. 
Her throat still felt dry as a desert, and when she ran her dry tongue over her lips, she was met with some unexpected results.
Her fangs were back. She squeaked and her wings snapped to herself from habit, but instead of soft feathers brushing against her equally soft skin, what hit her back was anything but soft.
With wide eyes and a fast beating heart, she slowly turned her head. To her horror and disgusting, membrany bat wings replaced her beautiful feathered ones. She clapped her hands to her mouth as she squeaked again, then marveled at the whiteness of her skin. She had never been very tan, but her skin now looked sapped of any pigment. 
Then it hit her, a sudden deep, gut wrenching thirst. Her new wings snapped back with a crack like a whip, and with one powerful thrust, she surged forward, crashing past her door and bowling through the critters with a deep hiss. 
They found her in the kitchen, all the cupboards open and the fridge a mess. Human and animal food was scattered around at random, but the only food that seemed touched was a few remaining apple husks. A single ruby red fruit remained, but only for a second more. The crowd of animals watched, horrified, as their caretaker sucked the last few drops with a carnal moan. 


Yet another week later, Fluttershy looked at the apple in disgust. She had already devoured a dozen tonight, but the thirst still remained. She should be at Twilights right now, getting help with the problem, but she didn’t want to. For the first time since her brief encounter with Iron Will, she felt powerful. 


After the first terrifying ordeal in the kitchen, she had fled from her home to the skies, and had ended up on the border of Applejack’s farm and the EverFree Forest. She attacked a single tree and consumed apple after apple, the sweet juices soothing her aching throat in an almost euphoric way. Halfway into her meal, a snarl snapped her out of her revere.
A small pack of five or six timber wolves loomed out of the forest, snarling at her. Usually she would have ran, or screamed, but not that night. She finished off the apple in her hand, and dropped to the ground in a low crouch. Feet splayed apart, wings stretched to the sky, one hand on the ground and the other clawing at the wolves, she hissed. It started low, like a snake hiding in the thicket, but it rose to a snarl.
The timber wolves wavered. She lunged at the largest, clearing only half the distance, but it had the desired effect. It yelped, and backed off.
Fluttershy continued to snarl, inching closer and closer. The Timber wolves got the hint and fled. 
She went back to her tree, and continued her feast as if nothing had happened.

The apple rose and fell once again into her hand. She stared at it, and dug her now sharp and deadly fingernails into the fruit. Sweet, sweet juice leaked out, running down the white skin of her hand, as well as the red skin of the fruit. It made it shine brighter in the starlight, and she gave it a long, tender lick. 
Her moan came out as only a whimper, and she threw the apple as far as she could, which was now a considerable distance. She watched it twirl through the air, falling a long way to the ground below. She continued staring long after it was to small to see, or had hit the ground. If she focused, she thought ht she could see it from even way up here.
It was some of the reasons she had yet to reveal this to any of her friends. The newfound power came with lots of perks. She could see so much farther in the night. She could fly so much faster and harder than before. She felt stronger, more limber, and more agile. Sleep became a luxury, as while it felt nice after a long night, she found it held no real importance anymore. 
The first few mornings, waking up in strange places, had frightened her, and she had almost run straight to Twilight instantly. But then she remembered her little “outings”. The pain and thirst was bad, but the deep satisfying joy of draining apples made her feel so profoundly alive! 
So she kept it a secret, and reveled in her new powers nightly. It was baby steps, and she approached it timidly, like most things in her life, but soon she took to it like a duck to water. It all came to her instinctively. She knew that admitting her little problem to her friends might have been received with support, as it had seemed like Applejack had eventually accepted the fruit bats, but something held her back. 
Now she felt relieved her friends knew nothing about this. For the last few days, she had started to feel a slight itch in her throat even after feeding. Last night, she could have sworn that the apples tasted slightly less sweet and fulfilling. 
Like the first true transformation, a horrible new development hit her without warning. 
Tonight, the red fruit did nothing. She drank in the nectar of far more than she should have, and come morning, Applejack would surely notice. She did not care; the thirst had driven her to the far edges of the orchard, but to no satisfaction. 
Unlike the bats, which were only animals, Fluttershy had been careful about her consumption (after that first night). She kept to the outer borders, and took only an apple or two a tree, spacing the trees out which she picked. Knowing her farmer friend, if the bats became suspect all the work that she had put into the sanctuary would have been for naught. It was not herself she that she feared retribution, but the bats. Her new talents gave her plenty of ability to hide. They were confined to their sanctuary. 
Despite her painstaking measures, the dreadful realization that she no longer gained satisfaction from the fruits drove her almost mad. Half the tree was sucked dry before she gave up. 

Another light gust blew at the tight black outfit she wore. She pulled the hood farther over her head, but wind still seeped in from the two holes where the bunny ears used to be. She had found this outfit the same place she tossed it in the back of her closet after that one adventure with twilight. Everything else in her closet was a light pastel color, and would have been a dead give away in the black of night. It was also vanity that pushed her to wear the non-revealing, but skintight outfit. The material hugged her curves so wonderfully, bringing out her hourglass figure and large breast in a provocative manner she never would have out in the public and daytime. It matched her hair, in its darker, almost purple vampire state, and added to her confidence in remaining anonymous.
I saw this chick last night soaring around in a skintight black outfit! One person would say.
That couldn’t have been sweet, meek FlutterShy. Another would confirm. 
She giggled lightly at the imaginary exchange, but her mood quickly soured as they evolved into a light cough, then a wheezing hack. Her throat was feeling worse, so much worse. She wished it could be morning, when she turned back and it went away. It always retreated from the dawn. As much as she loved her new found abilities, they meant little to her when her throat felt like someone had ripped it out, set a rake to it, then haphazardly thrown it back in. 
It was time to get serious about finding a new solution. The night had just begun and it promised to be a long one if she couldn’t gain satisfaction. Her eyes locked onto Sweet Apple Acres in the distance. When she first alighted on her little cloud, crying in despair, it had been right over the farm, but the breeze had slowly pushed her away. 
She stood on the cloud, then, with her wings spread, fell.



The first time that night she had soared over the bountiful trees, the smell of ripening fruit had made her mouth water, but now it was just a painful reminder. 
Her leathery wings flew silently through the dark night, much more stealthily than the swoosh of her beautiful feathered ones. Her dark hair was tied up in a thick bun inside of her hood, coupled with her appropriate attire, it provided a very aerodynamic FlutterBat. 
She alighted gracefully and quietly on the floorboards of the porch up against the house, where they didn’t creak. Years of midnight snacks in a house full of jumpy animals had taught her stealthy skills that no vampire instincts needed to help her with. 
Knowing her friend, she tried the door handle, and it opened without complaint. The Apple family must have felt so secure and trustworthy this far into the farm, with innocent ponyville being the only town around. She lifted the door as she opened it, to keep it from creaking, and slide inside. 
The lack of moonlight or indoor lighting at this time of night made the living room impossible to see in. Unless you were FlutterBat, master of the night! Her large, round, blood red eyes narrowed into slits as she amped up her night vision, and the living room came into being. She slipped across the room, her footsteps falling on the floor like soft sighs. 
The cellar door was slightly ajar and she slipped through it noiselessly. At the bottom, she relaxed a little, enough to straighten up and walked normally. They weren’t going to hear her down here. 
Feeling her way along the wall, her delicate fingers found the switch and flipped it, illuminating her salvation.
Barrels upon barrels of Sweet Apple Acres Cider lined the walls, all-waiting for the market. FlutterShy made her way over to the section marked “non-alcoholic”. She didn’t need to be getting tipsy off this stuff.
A cup, found in the corner beside other drinking accessories, was soon filled with her favorite Honey McIntosh Cider.
She held the foamy liquid in front of her face, savoring the smell, the taste, the idea of it running down her sandpaper throat. Oh, how she ached for it!
Finally, with great revere, she took a long, but generous sip.
And spat it out. Fluttershy said several choice words that would have made Discord blush. The cider tasted as she had remembered it, but it did not bring her the needed sustenance. It had fallen down her throat, cold and heartbreakingly delicious, but her throat still burned. She took several more gulps to make sure before throwing it to the floor. 
She had thought that if pure, from the source juice did not work, then the refined version might have whetted her appetite. 
Almost at the verge of tears from the pain and despair of the situation, she curled onto the floor then wrapped her ugly wings around herself. 
“What do I do now?” She asked out loud. Why is this happening, could I not just have this? Why did I receive this gift, only to be hit with such despair? 
Tears now flowed freely, she no longer felt like the strong master of the night anymore. She was cold, distraught, and oh so thirsty. 
Why did it have to get worse? From the start, this was a progressive change, so in what direction was she heading now? 

> A New Source
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	She didn’t know how long she sat there, but by the time she had climbed slowly up the stairs, and out the front door, shutting it softly behind her, the night was only a little more than halfway finished. She could see the tiny sliver of moon indicate it was only around 1’oclock. Still several grueling hours of night before her blood boiled, her teeth ached, and her feathers re-grew like pins piercing her wings.  She looked forward to that pain.
Having failed the last idea that she had for her parched throat, she rose from the ground in one large sweep, quickly ascending over the Apple’s house. 
Loud snoring from a window preoccupied her. She paused, alighting on the roof right above the window and regarding it momentarily.
That must be some awfully loud snoring if I can hear it from here.
The idea of her cowgirl friend making such a masculine noise made her giggle, and she stuck her head over the side of the house and peered in.
It was not Applejack.
She felt her blush grow as she regarded her friends older brother sound asleep. He lay haphazardly in his bed, looking like he had simply fallen in after his long day of farm work. The bed looked small under his size, and she was sure that the blanket wouldn’t have fitted around him, even if it weren’t halfway on the floor. 
He slept without a shirt, giving her ample view of his muscular chest as it rose and fell. Unlike Bulk Biceps, whose muscles were artificially crafted in a gym, Mac’s muscular prowess was made naturally from a lifetime of plowing fields and shoveling hay. 
She licked her lips, remembering the times that she had seen him work those fields; her eyes would follow those muscles flexing under the strain, shining in the sun from his sweat. Like many women in Ponyville, she had fantasized about the quiet, handsome, plus sized farmer. Unlike a good bit of those girls, she lacked even enough courage to flirt with the gentle giant, let alone speak up around him. She had always felt so small, and insignificant, and weak. But she wasn’t weak right now.
The window moved slightly in, making her squeak.  She hadn’t even been paying attention to herself enough to realize her nose had been pressed against the glass, but it had been. She tapped the window a bit more, and it complied, opening without any noise. Opening into his room.
For once, the thirst was only a dull buzz in the back of her mind as she eased the window open, and then slid into his room, folding her wings so that she would fit. 
The heat seemed to radiate off him, drawing him to her. The steady beat of his heart called to her. He looked so handsome, so warm, so… delicious. 
In the back of her mind, she noted that this was where the transformation was heading. No more harmlessly sucking apples. Twilight’s spell had bonded her with the fruit bats, but she wasn’t a fruit bat, she was human. She couldn’t survive forever off applejuice.
She looked over her new target. She needed blood.
Carefully examining him, she pondered where to take it from. Big Macintosh lived up to his name, there was so much of him!
Perhaps he tastes like a McIntosh too…
The deadly huntress of the night had returned full fledge, and for the first time I her life, FlutterShy had never felt more confident. 
She straddled him. 
The large farmer didn’t even stir. She probably felt like a feather had landed on him. 
If she was in her right mind, she would have taken a sip, and bolt out the window, but FlutterShy was no where in there anymore. Very slowly, so the zipper would not make much sound, she unzipped her full-body suit to a few inches below her naval, as far as it would go. Beneath it, she only had on a bra and panties, so now her breasts were just barely covered her nipples, and her entire front was exposed. FlutterShy shivered as the cool air caressed her skin. 
She laid her hands right above his hips, and dragged them up and up and up. His skin felt like it must have burnt her, it was so hot. As she dragged her hands up his chest, feeling every sculpted ab and muscle, she leaned down. Tanned skin met pale white as her exposed torso followed her hands, dragging up the farmer’s body. Her hands reached up and curled around his neck just before her head. She started a long, slow lick starting at his collarbone, up his broad shoulders and neck, and traced his chiseled jaw line until she met with the bottom of his ear, which she promptly nipped. 
This got him a bit more awake, but not much. He grumbled and shifted slightly, seeming to just notice the new weight on him. 
Poor boy must have worked so hard to be this deeply sleeping. Good thing I’m not rousing him for nothing.
He may have opened his eyes slightly, but FlutterShy didn’t notice, as her face was currently nuzzled right in his neck, breathing in his sweet, delicious fragrance. She made another lick, starting a little higher this time and ending with a whisper to his ear.
“Wakey, wakey, Big Mac.” Her voice sounded foreign to her, sultry, and sure. 
She purred as his heart began to beat faster as he woke up. Her arms went from around his neck to his large, muscular arms. Light as a feather, her fingertips traced the bulges and curves of his arms. 
“Wh-wha-wait..” He had started to become slightly lucid, “Who are you?”
His calmness and curiosity over alarmed made her giggle.
Wow, he must have been REALLY sleepy.
“Just an admirer, don’t worry over it, sweety” She whispered again into his ear and punctuated it with another nip. Her wings unfolded, positioning themselves just so. She could see just fine in the dark, but she knew he had no such advantage. With her wings covering them so nicely, the only light came from behind and kept her face in the dark.
“Is this a dream?” He had sat up only slightly, effortlessly lifting her up also as he rubbed his eyes with one hand, the other supporting both of them.
“Does this seem real to you?” She cooed into his ear, her voice evocative, with one clawed finger tracing circles over his chest. 
He didn’t seem to have an answer to that. She didn’t know what she was doing really, just instinct and memories of cheap romance novels to go off of. She always fantasized she would be the submissive lover, and not the provocative temptress; it felt good.
He gulped and tried to sit up some more, pushing her away in the process. 
With more strength than she knew she had, or more likely it was his sleep-addled brain, the hand that had been delicately tracing his chest pushed him down hard back to the mattress.
He opened his mouth to say something, perhaps something loud, but she beat him to it, locking her lips onto his. After a second or so of him trying to get away, now fully awake, she pulled away. As he gasped for air, she locked her eyes on him and gave him the stare. 
He froze, once again halfway sitting up, most likely about to throw her across the room.
“Now then,” Her voice was sweet, but her eyes burned into him none the less, “You are going to play nice now, this is just a dream after all, why not enjoy it?”
One of her hands had eased to the back of his head, fingers slipping through his luscious locks of blonde hair, while the other cupped that chiseled jaw.
“A dream…” he mumbled, along with some other nonsense. 
“Oh, you poor hardworking man,” she cooed softly, never breaking eye contact, “Don’t you deserve to relax and just let this happen? You know you want it.” She saw his eyes widen, then seem to dull slightly, as if he had fallen slightly back asleep. 
“Mmm.. Mhmm” He lay against the headboard of his bed, his breathing became much deeper, but he shook his head slightly and said “But wait, who are y-“
Her lips silenced any further delay, locking with his. A single brush of the tongue over his lips granted her entry, and as she pressed herself hard against him, he responded in kind. Their tongues wrestled in each other’s mouths, exploring and tracing the others. She felt his brush against her fangs, so she pulled back to breath, and before she could continue, Mac had gone on the offensive. 
A powerful arm wrapped around her waste, pulling her close, while the other went to her hair, where he firmly grasped it and unwound it from its bun, letting it tumble over them. After tossing the green band to the side, he once again grasped it, pulling her head to the side so that he could gain access to her neck. 
His sudden aggression stunned her, and for a second she was the normal FlutterShy once again, gasping and moaning as he licked and kissed her neck, his hand caressing her curves, hips and thighs. 
Fluttershy  cupped one hand over her mouth, stifling her moans so that his family would not hear. 
He bit her neck, hard enough to bruise. She gasped and instantly her instincts kicked back in. It was her job to bite him, not the other way around! 
She growled, low and deep, and then pulled him away. He grunted back, the hand that had held her hair moved to her face, and pulled her into another lip lock.
FlutterShy couldn’t help but melt into him again and moan into the embrace. She was trying so very hard to be the dominant one, but he was making it so difficult!
She pushed him back against the headboard, arching herself into him and pressing down. He went with little complaint, his hands both moving to her ample backside, where they gripped her ass and started groping it roughly.
She broke the kiss to squeak in surprise, and as she gasped against his neck, the fire within her nethers out-burned the one in her throat. She felt something hard and big start to push up against her, and she started grinding back.
He grunted again as she started to squirm in his lap, prompting him to press her down so that she was firmly trapped between his expanding member and large, exploring hands. 
He was supposed to be the one under her spell, but the combined ministration of his hands and hip, coupled with his overpoweringly delicious smell was driving Fluttershy’s mind into nonsense. 
She inhaled his scent greedily, and with a hiss, dragged her tongue and fangs over his neck, looking for the artery.
Either he wasn’t having any of that, or didn’t notice. Before she had found her prize, she felt herself being lifted up, and then with a un-temptress like ‘eep’, deposited under him on her back.
Her wings were now splayed out to either side of her, much like her hair. She was at the mercy of her prey, and he was going to town.
Before she could do anything, he had lifted her slightly up to a sitting position, so that he could slip off the skintight outfit from her torso. With surprising swiftness from a man who was known for his lack of love life, he had unstrapped her bra and thrown it to the side. 
Now almost fully exposed, she shivered slightly, but he was soon to remedy that. His hands swooped down, one fondled her breast roughly while the other passed over her curves and hooked her thigh, pulling their hip together. 
She once again had to cover her mouth to prevent a loud moan from escaping. 
His lips made fast to her nipple, licking, sucking, and nipping at it. His tongue would circle her entire volumous breast before making light, almost teasing strokes right at the edge of her nipple, before biting down hard or flicking it with his tongue.
His other hand groped and grabbed, pressing her breast down, thumbing over the nipple, and pinching it. 
The tight black material gave little protection to her as he ground is package into her. A strong hand readjusted its grip on her thigh, and pulled it, her legs, and her lower body harder against his straining pajama pants. 
FlutterShy’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her tongue lolled out and it was all she could do to not scream his name. She laced her fingers through his hair, burying his face deeper within her mounds.
When he finally had finished playing with her breasts , he focused his attention on getting the tight black outfit off her lower half. Hands firmly gripping the material stuck around her large hips, he slid it back. She helpful lifted her hips up, willing him to go faster so he could embrace her once more.
It pealed away to show her light pink and green lacy panties, and then fell past her thighs, then calfs, and then he flung that too, off the bed. 
He grabbed the dainty lacy underwear and ripped it off easily, joining it with the rest of her attire. 
She was left totally naked, and although she lusted terribly for him to take her, she felt her deep blush envelope her face and her legs clamp shut.  
Fluttershy knew what was coming next, and decided it was time to reclaim control. After he quickly kicked off his own pants, she pulled him to her, pushing him down to the bed. 
She straddled him once again, but this time her rump was raised, her chest pressed to his, and her lips at his ear. Her hands ran up his arms and she intertwined their fingers above his head. 
“Beg for it.” She whispered gently into his ear, “Make me know how much you want it.” She lowered her hips so that the tip of his erection just barely brushed her glistening wet folds. 
“Oh hell, just do it!” Mac’s breathing was ragged and heavy. She could hear his heart thud in his chest, and he squeezed her hands. 
“Not so loud now, and you’ll have to do better than that.” She bit her lip, wanting desperately to thrust down, but enjoying her power. 
“Sweet Celestia please let me fuck you, please!” It came out as a harsh whisper. His forehead was against hers, half lidded eyes staring into red ones. 
She licked her lips before starting leaning back, the large head pressing against her lips with great resistance before sliding in. 
MMmmm, its sooo big!
She gasped lightly as she drew more of it in. The thing had felt big before, separated by thin layers of clothing, but now it seemed too large to take in at all!
She had barely taken in any of it before she met resistance. Her blush overtook her entire face as she realized that this was her first time with a real man.
She fell down to his chest once again as she pushed against her stubborn hymen, burying her little gasps in his neck. With one big, hard push, she gave a yelp of pain as she broke through and he slid in two more inches.
He made a small sound of pleasure and slowly moved her hips down for her to take in more of him.
FlutterShy had never felt so full or tight in her life. She began to feel tears leak down her face, and she couldn’t believe he had more to shove in her. A glance down showed that less than half remained. She grimaced, braced herself mentally, and then straightened up. 
Big Mac seemed to understand his size; for he let her slide her self up off of his rod, then take in as much as she could. Soon an even pace was settled, and the initial few drops of blood that leaked down his shaft were replaced by a thick coating of fluids. 
The pain of It inside her soon was replaced more and more by pleasure. As her excitement grew, it became easier to take in more of it. Soon, more than half was disappearing under each thrust, and Fluttershy writhed on top of it. 
Mac took advantage of her lust and added upward thrusts of his own. His moans and grunts mingled with hers with each thrust into her tight, virginal folds. 
He leaned up, and while he pounded away, started once again to kiss her passionately  They moaned into each other, thoroughly enjoying the pain of hands pressing down on her hips, or nails digging into his shoulders. 
FlutterShy was in heaven. She decided she didn’t need, or want to be the dominant one. He kissed her passionately, lifting and slamming her down by her hips, while meeting them with his. Every plunge within stretched her walls, but by now she was fully hilting him. Every time her hips met his, lightning bolts of pure ecstasy coursed throughout her entire body. The pain had long since been eclipsed by the pleasure, and she felt something building up inside her.  
She broke away from the kiss, gasping for air as he relentlessly drove into her. 
“Mac!” She moaned into his ear, “I’m going to cum!” It came out breathlessly.
His own thrusts were become more erratic, and less steady, but they increased in speed, showing he to was at his end. She gave a single little moan before she felt him thrust into her twice more, hard and deep, then release inside her. 
Fluttershy gasped as her own orgasm hit her, lighting up her nerves even as it overtook her mind. Suddenly, the smell of sex, sweat and blood hit her hard. She felt him continue to release deep inside her. She tasted him in the air, and when she looked at him, she saw his vein pulsing with the effort of their love and lunged.
He tense up while still inside, gasped, and then tightened his hold, locking his arms around her. He hunched his shoulders and buried his own head next to hers.
None of this mattered to Fluttershy. She sucked greedily at his neck, drinking in her fill. The burn in her throat had been overshadowed by her lust, but now it came roaring back with a vengeance. She moaned into her lover, taking one last little suckle before detaching her fangs and licking the two miniscule pin picks. 
The effort of had left Big Macintosh to weak to protest, and with the draining; he had slumped back to his bed. 
She knew she hadn’t taken too much, and that the holes would heal up before morning. For a second she sat upright, panting. 
Finally getting her breath again, Fluttershy lifted herself up and slid Mac’s now limp member out of herself. It came out, along with a small gush of sticky fluids. 
She collapsed back onto him, and adjusted herself so that she snuggled up next to the naked, snoring man. He grumbled in his sleep and wrapped a large arm around her.
I wonder how much of this he will remember in the morning.
She had never felt so satisfied in her life. It was obvious that by morning, she would barely be able to walk, but the aftermath of her climax and the drink left her with nothing but a warm, tingly sensation deep within her for now. 
She had a small yawn, and then closed her eyes very briefly, telling herself she would leave before he got up. 
> Good Morning!
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        Fluttershy awoke several hours later to a tingly sensation starting to make its way throughout her body. The process of fully regaining consciousness was a quick one, for she knew that the painful process of returning to her normal self was about to take place.
        She had remained in the same position she had fallen asleep in, her head on Big Mac’s shoulder, one arm draped over his chest, and her body snuggled up against him. His arm was curled around her, with his hand coming to a rest below where her wings joined her shoulders. The wings, still bat-like with just the slightest prickling starting throughout them, were folded loosely against her, with one draping slightly over herself and her lover. 
        A deep snore directed her attention to said lover. He looked almost just as he had when she first looked through his window, splayed across the bed, snoring up a storm, only this time much more disheveled, and pant-less of course. 
        Fluttershy smiled tiredly at him as she got up, carefully of course, so that she wouldn’t wake him. Behind their lids, the giant mans eyes moved about, flicking from side to side. She took this as a sign he was deep asleep then got up to put her clothing back on. 
        Luckily one of the first things she regained during her transformation back was her internal body warmth, so she didn’t feel all that cold as she searched for her discarded articles of clothing. What she did feel, however, was an ache that pervaded the general area below her navel. With each step and crouch down to retrieve something she winced, and something told her that she wouldn’t be tending to her garden for a while. 
        A quick look out the window told her that it was still an hour or so before sunrise. The sky was only just beginning to glow on the horizon. Despite that, she quickened her pace, despite her growing soreness, remembering her cowgirl friend’s gripe every now and then on how very early they started chores. 
        To Fluttershy’s utter dismay, she found her panties ripped beyond use in one corner of the room. Her face flooded with heat when she recalled the part last night when he ripped them off and then he… he… 
        Suddenly all of what she did last night came rushing back to her, the cloud, the cellar, slipping into his room, and then-
        Oh my Gods, then I made him have sex with me! And then I. Drank. His. Blood.
        She stood there for a minute looking down at the torn remains of her underwear, thoughts spinning inside her head at a thousand miles an hour.
        Sex. Rape. Blood. Sex. Apples. Blood. Rape. Rape! Rape!
        She froze, petrified as she heard him stir in his bed.
        It took her less than a minute to gather the rest of her clothing, pull it on, and launch herself out the window as quietly as she could. 
        As the cold morning air whipped at her eyes, and her hair trailing behind her, the tingling sensation that had woken her up started to grow. 
        It started getting the worst in her wings, where she could feel the start of new feathers slowly grow, stabbing out of the membrane, which would soon dissolve into ash, leaving only her beautiful, soft, feathery, wings. 
        She skirted the border of the Everfree forest, in the case that she had to land before she got home. By the time her small cottage was in sight, the piercing pain in her wings had started to make flying very, very difficult. 
        The landing was a rough one, starting a few feet from her door and ending with a painful thud against it. A shaky hand unlocked the door and she stumbled inside, kicking the door closed behind her with a loud slam.  
        She dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, the sudden spike of pain too much for her to make it up to her room. With a pained whimper, she felt the final stages of the transformation take hold of her. 
        She arched her back, wings flared, and silently screamed as the pain stole her breath away.
        Animals silently looked out from various nooks, crannies, and places of sleep as their caretaker’s body writhed in agony. Out of those who saw, only a few continued to watch, as the rest hid on fear. 







        It was not every morning that one woke up feeling both satisfied and sore, but the sunrise came with just such a contradiction.
        Big Mac sat up in bed with a head full of fuzz. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought that he had gone out drinking with some of the other guys last night and had a few too many drinks. 
Unlike a hangover, however, he simply felt dizzy, and lightheaded. No tell tale headache. He remembered working extra hard in the fields, having dinner with his family, then falling right into bed with barely any pause, but to throw off his sweat soaked shirt. 
He had done just the same thing many times before, and it had never warranted this, particular feeling of soreness. There was a little itch in the back of his mind, he was missing something, something big that happened. Squinting at the morning light filtering through the room, a vauge recollection of a woman straddling him, looking into his green eyes with deep, cold red ones floated in his head.
His blanket slipped off of him as went to get out of bed, landing on the floor. With a start, he realized that not only was he pants less, but also in the middle of his bed was a big, sticky stain.
With trepidation, he stared at it wide-eyed, fearing the worst.
Alm gonna to have to clean all a this maself without any of the othur girls finding out because of sum fuckin dream.
For a second, he calmly sat there, trying to get the fuzz out of his head and figure out how to do just that. With a large yawn, he stretched his arms over his head, arching his back for good measure.
A deep ache accompanied the gesture, along with another bout of dizziness. He put one hand on his right shoulder, and rolled it. The ache was worst than he first realized. He must have unknowingly pulled it while working. 
Despite his bodies protest, he lumbered to his feet and walked over to the bathroom that was connected to his room.
 Looking back at his bed, he realized that it was even more of a mess than he originally thought. Along with the one stain in the middle, several smaller, and much more faded blots of sweat, or something else, stained his sheets.
Must have been one heck ova dream.
As the only male in the house, now that his pap was gone, applejack and granny smith had insisted he took the only bedroom which had its own bathroom. Every time he passed the girls, he silently thanked his wonderful family, as the counter was filled with Applejack’s few makeup items, a large array of granny smiths old lady… stuff… lotions and creams he guessed, and a whole lot of other stuff he didn’t even know people needed.
His was simple. A toilet, a shower, a sink with the bare minimum items, and a mirror hanging right above that, which opened to a medicine cabinet. 
He looked into the mirror at himself as he reached for his pain tablets (full days work ahead that he couldn’t miss), but did a double take. Now, it was normal to wake up with messy bed hair, but he had rarely seen it this chaotic. It was knotted, tangled, and sticking straight up in places. A whole life of working and living in the sun had given him a deep tan, but that morning he looked slightly paler than usual.  
Nothings makin much sense this morning, unless I caught sick.
With a deep sigh, he reached up to the cabinet, where he kept his brush, and immediately winced. He clutched his right shoulder once again, feeling up closer to his neck, and more near his back, where he pain intensified.
He turned to look over his shoulder at his back in the mirror, and gaped in shock at what he found.
Four small spots on his back, all lined up nice and neat like, looked like he had gotten into some animals claws sometimes during the night.
Wide eyes trailed up his shoulder, where several drops of smeared blood were right at the base of his neck. 
What the fuck-