> Hysteria > by kingfish > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A smoky, ghostlike entity weaved in between the trunks of trees as it made its way through the Everfree Forest. It was a moonless night and the forest was pitch black, but it had no difficulty navigating through the lush maze. The sounds of pursuit had long faded behind it as it had outrun the ethereal guards that were meant to apprehend it. The entity had no name. It had existed for time immemorial, but no mortal had ever thought to formally name it. At times it had been known as "The Drive of Lust," "The Spirit of Desire," or something similar, but it had never considered them to be names so much as titles. It did, however, have a classification; it was an incubus. Incubi were demons, clouds of masculine essence which fed upon the sexual energy of mortals. The entity supposed that definition made it male, but with its essence depleted by starvation, there was not currently enough for it to form a concrete gender identity. They could either infiltrate ponies' sleeping minds and feed on their sexuality through wet dreams, or confront them physically and get their gratification that way. Though they could survive millennia at a time without feeding if need be, incubi had to feed regularly to remain strong. Just like mortals, incubi had their own individual sexual preferences, and this particular incubus was interested in all sexual energies. And it could feel a beacon of those energies on the horizon in front of it. Just at the edge of the forest, it could sense the presence of a lone mare, her need calling to it like a desert oasis. The incubus finally reached the forest edge and saw a small, lonely cottage. There were many animal presences inside, but they were almost completely drowned out by the powerful floodlight of a mare in estrus. It glided over the grass, unseen in the dark of night, until it came to a window which had been left cracked open. Through the opening, it could smell the mare's intoxicating scent, and it eagerly dove inside without hesitation. It found itself in a quaint living room, filled with accommodations for various animals, along with a couch and end table. Mostly ignoring the furniture, it floated up to the second floor, bleeding through the bars of the stairway railing. It turned right to make a beeline for the source of the scent. The door was left slightly open, so it slipped through the gap and into the room. The mare lay asleep on her bed, snuggling with a small white rabbit. Her coat was a beautiful butter-yellow and her mane the pink of a sunset. She was emitting powerful pheromones even in her sleep, and the demon could practically taste her juices already. The mare turned under the covers and mumbled something. The incubus could sense that she was having a nightmare, but it knew how to change that. Without any further ceremony, its smoky form drifted into her mouth and up her nostrils, entering into the realm of her psyche. *~*~* Fluttershy panted as she galloped through the Everfree Forest. Branches and brambles scraped her face and coat as she ran, but she could not stop. She could hear the timberwolves behind her, snarling and growling as they snapped at her heels. Her wings were glued to her sides by fear, but even if she had been able to use them she was too weak of a flyer to escape them in time. She knew it was only a matter of time before they caught her. All that any of them had to do was nip one of her hooves and she would be dead before she even had a chance to stumble. Suddenly, she gasped as she heard another rustling noise in front of her. It was distant, but it was rapidly coming closer. As it approached, Fluttershy clenched her eyes shut as she waited for the other timberwolf to burst out of the trees in front of her and devour her. But instead of crushing jaws and sharp teeth, she felt a whoosh of air as the wolf leapt over the top of her. She heard a crack of splintering wood and she opened her eyes and looked behind her. It was not a wolf that had leapt over her, but a pony. Big Macintosh had just bucked one of the four timberwolves that had been pursuing her to splinters. The other three glared at him defiantly, and moved to attack, but Big Macintosh raised a hoof and punched the one closest to him, shattering it as well. The other two paused, their expressions becoming uncertain. They backed away, and eventually they turned and fled into the forest. Big Mac turned to Fluttershy, his eyes glowing with a soft, soothing green light. She smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you, Big Mac," she said as he trotted back towards her. "That was so brave!" He nodded. "Eeyup," he said in his characteristically deep voice, extending his hoof. "Now you should prob'ly come with me, Miss Fluttershy. Don't want ya ta run inta any more dangerous critters, now do we?" "No," she said. "I guess not." She took his hoof and he guided her down the path. They quickly reached the forest edge and trotted out into the sunlight. They were on the edge of Sweet Apple Acres, and the farm's eponymous apple trees stretched from about 50 feet away from the edge of the forest all the way over the green hills into the distance. Big Macintosh led Fluttershy away from the tree line and they stopped beneath an apple tree. She sat down on the shaded grass, and Big Mac did the same. Fluttershy suddenly found herself thinking extremely naughty thoughts about the stallion in front of her. She loved the way his powerful muscles bulged underneath his coat, the rich, masculine tone of his voice. Not to mention the enormous pair of balls hanging between his hind legs. Her usual shyness seemed to disappear, and she leaned in closer to the stallion. "Big Mac?" she said demurely, running a hoof affectionately over his muscular chest. "Eeyup?" he replied. Her teal eyes were half-lidded as they gazed into his glowing green ones. "I'm thinking that I should show you my appreciation for saving me," she said sultrily. "You know... really make you understand how grateful I am. Does that sound okay?" He gave an almost predatory grin. "Eeyup." She leaned in closer and closed her eyes as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Big Mac wrapped a hoof around Fluttershy's barrel and pulled her closer as their mouths moved in concert. He sucked lightly on her bottom lip before returning to the rest of her mouth. His tongue then prodded lightly at her lips and she eagerly allowed it access. His tongue licked up and down the inside of her mouth, running over her teeth and the insides of her cheeks. She wrapped her own hooves around Big Mac's large frame as she used her own tongue to massage the inside of his mouth. Then their fleshy appendages entwined with one another in a lustful embrace, dancing together like two ponies doing the Tango. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed, and she heard and felt a lusty growl from Big Mac in response. She could feel the warmth growing in her nethers, and her secretions had already begun to coat the grass beneath her hindquarters like morning dew. The fire inside her had to be quenched soon, or she felt she would go insane. Fluttershy moved her body forward, shifting into a kneeling position. She shivered from the sudden feeling of the air against her wet pussy, which heightened her desire even more. Still kissing Big Macintosh, she gently pushed him forward until he was laying on his back. She could feel a massive pillar of flesh pressing against her belly, the hot pulse moving through it driving her mad with need. She broke the kiss and reached behind her with one hoof, stroking Big Mac's rock-hard member. She ran her hoof up and down its length, exploring the veiny contours. It was especially large, even for a stallion of his size, but she was confident that she could take it all. Fluttershy stood up and turned around, presenting herself to the stallion behind her. Her swollen labia dripped with juice, the liquid's powerful scent loudly advertising her desperate need for cock. She turned her head to look behind her and gazed pleadingly at Big Mac. The stallion sat on his haunches with his legs spread wide, giving Fluttershy a clear view of his equipment. The shaft of his penis was almost as big around as his hoof, and it reached all the way to his breast. The medial ring sat at about the bottom of his ribcage, and the slightly flared head bumped against his chest as the dick bobbed along with his heartbeat. Beneath the shaft, a huge pair of meaty balls pulsed rhythmically, appearing almost like living organisms in their own right. Networks of prominent veins seemed to cradle them, and they seemed to swell with every heartbeat as they prepared their payload. Big Mac rose up onto all fours and brought his muzzle near Fluttershy's dripping cunt. He took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling her scent. Fluttershy gasped as he abruptly gave a full-bodied lick from her clit all the way up her slit, making her shiver in pleasure. He then brought his lips closer and began kissing around the labia, occasionally sucking gently on the tender flesh. Her pussy winked, and she lightly moaned as his tongue rubbed against her clit. Then she winked again, and he wrapped his lips around her clitoris and held it in place. She screamed and her front half dropped to the grass as she was suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure. Her sensitive nub felt every microscopic movement of Big Mac's mouthparts, and every twitch sent waves of euphoria through her. "Oh, Mac!" she shouted, digging her hooves into the ground. "Anh!" Her body seized and she suddenly came, and Big Mac's muzzle became drenched as it was sprayed with Fluttershy's climax. He immediately began drinking her marecum, eagerly and loudly slurping it up. He growled with barely restrained lust, and the vibration sent pleasure through her even as she came down from her orgasm. Once she had stopped gushing, he reared up and placed his forehooves on her rump. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he shoved his enormous shaft straight into Fluttershy's cunt. Mac's thick cock slid easily into her well-lubricated tunnel, spreading her hind legs as wide as they would go. Her tight walls welcomed his presence, hugging his shaft snugly. As the member sank deeper inside her, she panted and moaned in ecstasy. He quickly bottomed out, the head of his penis pressing against her cervix. His shaft also happened to be just the right length, and his giant balls made a barely audible slap as they smacked against the small teats just in front of her vulva. She could hear the seed churning within them, just waiting to fill her. Big Mac pulled back, withdrawing his dick and leaving Fluttershy with a terrible emptiness inside. But the emptiness was brief as he thrust back into her hard, smacking against her rump and making her moan again. He continued this pattern, gradually speeding up his pace until he was smacking into Fluttershy's cheeks like a metronome. His balls swung back and forth as he thrusted, occasionally slapping her teats. Soon, his thrusts became slightly erratic and his breathing heavy, and Fluttershy could tell that he was approaching his own climax. She did her best to expedite it, rhythmically clenching her vaginal muscles in time with his thrusts. He grunted and hilted himself inside her, and his cock pressed up to her cervix once again. The head flared and formed a cozy plug inside of her, and his balls twitched as he shot a load of hot jizz directly into her womb. The warmth of his cum blossomed inside of her as it filled her uterus, and she clenched her muscles in an attempt to milk as much out of him as possible. It came in repeated spurts, each one seemingly larger than the last. The stallion's seed filled her to the brim, and still it kept coming. She moaned as her womb filled up completely with cum and began to expand. It stretched and grew as she was filled more and more, and just as the deluge of cum started to abate, she felt her belly ballooning out. Finally, Big Mac shot his last few spurts of seed, and he laid on her back for a moment. When his flare had gone down a bit, he pulled back, his softening cock falling out of her with a wet pop. No longer held up by Mac's shaft, Fluttershy's rump dropped to the ground, the stallion's seed leaking out of her gaping pussy onto the grass. She turned on her side, her eyes growing heavy. Big Macintosh knelt down and laid next to her, wrapping his hooves around her barrel. He lightly kissed the back of her neck and snuggled up close to her, rubbing a hoof tenderly over her slightly distended belly. He held her close as the world around her slowly turned fuzzy and she fell into a peaceful sleep. *~*~* The incubus rode Fluttershy's contented sigh like a wave as he exited her body. Now a much larger cloud than he was before, he hovered for a moment above her sleeping form. A large stain had darkened the blanket over her crotch, and she smelled strongly of sex. The incubus was much more powerful than before, and with his feeding his masculinity had returned. He had very much enjoyed his experience with Fluttershy. The mare had been awash in pent-up lust and her powerful energy was enough to sustain him for quite a while. He considered that he ought to return to her at some point in the future. He floated down to hover above the stain in the blanket, taking a moment to enjoy the sweet aroma. But then he sensed that she was waking up. He forced himself to leave, gliding out of her bedroom through the open door and then out the window into the night. Fluttershy awoke, her eyes creaking open to reveal her dark bedroom. She felt a warm stickiness around her hindquarters and realized that she had climaxed in her sleep. Aw, she thought. It was only a dream. But it was a pretty good dream. She smiled contently as she cuddled with the sleeping Angel, her body much more relaxed than before. She settled into her bed, hoping to dream of more stallions. > Chapter 2 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fluttershy tilted the watering can and it sprinkled a generous spray of water over the flowers in front of her. It was the day after her incredibly erotic dream, and the sun was beginning to dip into afternoon. She hummed a quiet tune to herself as she tended to the narrow strip of garden surrounding the perimeter of her cottage. She was amazed at how drastically the erotic dream had seemed to ease her troubles. She had not felt the lust of her estrus for the entire day. In fact, if Fluttershy had not still felt the slight warmth lingering in her belly, she could have sworn her cycle had ended prematurely. But being as shy as she was about approaching stallions, she was rather glad for the relief. But something had been nagging her in the back of her mind all day, a detail about the dream that she could not put out of her thoughts: Big Macintosh's glowing green eyes. Of course, it being a dream and such, she had not realized the strangeness of that detail until she had woken up the next morning. And normally she would have written it off as dreams just being dreams. But that niggling doubt was still there. She looked up as she heard the clop of approaching hooves to see Twilight Sparkle trotting down the road toward the cottage. She saw Fluttershy outside and turned to approach her. "Hey, Fluttershy!" she said with a smile. "Are you ready to go?" "What?" the pegasus asked, confused. Then she remembered why Twilight was there. "Oh! Our spa date! I completely forgot!" "It's fine, Fluttershy," replied Twilight with a chuckle. "I can always wait for you to get ready. There's no rush." The pegasus nodded. "Okay. I'll just go inside and put away my gardening tools and I'll be ready to go." "Did something happen, Fluttershy?" asked Twilight as they settled into their bubble bath. "You seem awfully... relaxed. Usually during estrus season, you're like a pony on trial." As she suddenly realized the implications of her statement, her expression turned joyous and she drew in a long, loud gasp of astonishment. "Did you get with a stallion without telling me?!" she asked intensely. "Oh my gosh, you have to tell me all about it!" Fluttershy blushed and looked down at the bubbles. "Well," she said quietly, "not exactly. I kind of... had a dream." Twilight's expression fell. "Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. But then she perked back up a bit. "Wait, what kind of dream? Was it a sexy one?" Fluttershy's blush intensified. She and her five friends had known each other for several years now, and during estrus season, all their personalities tended to change a bit. Normally, Rarity would be the one to ask questions like this, but when the spring heat came on, Twilight became intensely interested in all manner of sexual stories, including ones from her friends. Rather than chasing after real-world stallions, the lavender alicorn seemed to prefer secondhoof accounts and erotic novels. "Um... yes," answered Fluttershy reluctantly. Twilight let out a very uncharacteristic squeal, clenching her eyes and shuddering with excitement. "Ooh! You simply have to give me details! Who was it about?" "It was about... um... Big Macintosh." Twilight had to strain to hear her friend's voice, but once she did she grinned. "Oooh," she said teasingly. "So you had a dream about AJ's big brother, did you? I have to admit, he is one fine piece of flank. You have good taste, Fluttershy!" The pegasus slowly sank down into the water as her face became a similar shade of red to Big Mac's, sinking until her muzzle was below the top of the thick layer of bubbles. "Oh, Fluttershy," said Twilight in a mixture of annoyance and guilt, "I'm sorry. I know you don't like it when I tease you like that. Seriously, though, was it good?" "It was... fine," squeaked Fluttershy, refusing to lift her head from its bubbly hiding place. "Are you embarrassed for having a wet dream, Fluttershy?" asked Twilight. "It's perfectly normal; everypony has them, especially during estrus. In fact, if you could control it, I would actually suggest you have more since you typically have such trouble during the cycle." "Really?" asked Fluttershy, her blush dying down slightly and her head rising fractionally out of the bubbles. "Of course! Erotic dreams are wonderful ways for sexually frustrated ponies to relieve tension. But you still haven't given me any details!" She nudged Fluttershy with a forehoof. "Come on," she said playfully. "Spill!" Fluttershy mustered her courage and forced herself to rise up out of the water. Twilight waited patiently for her friend to gather her resolve, and eventually the mare's blush disappeared. "Okay," she said. "I guess it started off as a nightmare; one that I have pretty often, actually. I was running from a pack of timberwolves, and Big Mac jumped in and saved me, bucking them to splinters." "Nice!" said Twilight, looking like she wanted to lick her lips. "I love a good hero story." Fluttershy ignored her friend's remark and continued. "So then he guided me out of the Everfree Forest and we were in Sweet Apple Acres. And then I said that I wanted to—" Her voice caught and her blush returned, but she continued. "...that I wanted to show my appreciation." "Ooh-hoo-hoo!" chuckled Twilight, an almost manic glint in her eye. "Then what happened?" "We kissed. It was pretty good, I guess. I don't know, it's a little fuzzy. But I remember after that..." This time Fluttershy smiled as she recalled the experience. "...he started licking me. It felt sooo good, I didn't ever want it to stop. It was like heaven. And soon, the pleasure got so intense that I..." She trailed off as she noticed a slight agitation in the water. She turned to her right to see Twilight moving her hoof rhythmically below the surface with a distant look on her face. "Twilight!" shouted a mortified Fluttershy, causing her friend to jump and the movement to suddenly stop. "Are you...? In the bubble bath?! Right next to me?!" Now it was Twilight's turn to blush. "I'm sorry, Fluttershy!" she whined. "I've just been so horny, and your dream sounds really hot!" "But I'm right here! Couldn't it wait until you got home?" "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me! I just heard sexy descriptions, and my hoof seemed to move on its own." Fluttershy harrumphed and crossed her hooves. "Well, I'm not going to tell you any more if you're going to masturbate right next to me." "Alright, Fluttershy, I'm sorry. I promise not to do anything while you're here. But I still want to hear about the rest of your dream." Fluttershy looked like she wanted to say no, but something stopped her. "Actually," she said, "there is something that's been bothering me about it all day." "What's that?" asked Twilight, now more confused than aroused. "Big Mac had these... these weird, green eyes." "Fluttershy," Twilight deadpanned. "Big Mac has green eyes. That's normal." "No, I mean like they were glowing. They looked almost like King Sombra's, except without the smoke. And before you say anything, I know dreams are weird sometimes, but something about it just doesn't feel right." "Hm." Twilight rubbed her chin curiously. "Interesting. I can't think of anything malevolent that could cause something like that, but I suppose I could do some research." "Oh dear," gasped Fluttershy. "It could be something bad?" "I'm saying it doesn't sound familiar, but if you're worried about it, I won't simply brush it off." Fluttershy smiled. "Thank you, Twilight." Fluttershy sighed as she walked up to her door. She felt so much more relaxed after her spa date with Twilight. Amazingly, she still only felt the tiniest hint of her estrus, almost as if her drive had been drained from her. She opened the door and walked in, and then a second later, she screamed in surprise. On her couch sat a dark gray stallion with a jet-black mane styled in a mohawk. His ears were furry at the tips, and his coat, mane, and tail all seemed generally shaggy. He sported a pair of leathery, bat-like wings, and his flank was surprisingly bare. But most striking of all were his eyes, which were a bright neon green with slit pupils. As Fluttershy walked in he turned to look at her with those eyes, the same eyes she remembered from her dream. "Who are you?" she asked breathlessly. "What are you doing in here?" "I apologize for my unexpected arrival," the stallion said. All of Fluttershy's fear somehow seemed to melt away in an instant as she heard his voice. It was suave, smooth, and deep, seeming to positively drip with masculinity. His voice alone gave her a subtle urge to lift her tail, and she could feel herself getting wet with only a few words. "I also apologize because it seems that I have caused you stress," he continued. "Though I am a nomad of sorts, I don't like seeing ponies upset." "That was you in my dream, wasn't it?" asked Fluttershy in disbelief. "But how?" The stallion smiled. "You understand, of course, that I am no normal pony. I can feel your trepidation, your confusion. You can sense that I am somehow different." Fluttershy nodded. "I guess you could say that I am technically a demon, though I strongly oppose this classification. I am an incubus, a masculine entity that feeds on the sexual energy of ponies." "So my dream..." Fluttershy blushed. "Oh my." The stallion chuckled. "Yes. I can enter into ponies' dreams in order to feed, but it's not quite the same as the real thing." "Then you were..." In response, the stallion's form seemed to melt away and was replaced by a blob of dark smoke in the general shape of a pony. The blob reshaped itself, growing slightly in size. Then it coalesced into a solid mass, forming the body of a new pony. He was now a large, muscular, bright red stallion with sparse freckles, an orange mane, and a green apple for a cutie mark. But the eyes were still the same color. Though she could see a distinction, the irises and sclera were both the same unmistakable shade of green from her dream. "Howdy, Miss Fluttershy," said the pony in Big Mac's voice. Fluttershy gasped quietly and backed up in surprise, her rump bumping up against the wall next to the door. The stallion's expression saddened and he looked down at the floor. He briefly melted into a black cloud before reforming back into his previous bat-pony shape. "We incubi were locked in Tartarus for thousands of years," he said, his voice tragic and heartbroken. "I watched many of my brothers and sisters die in their cells as they were systematically starved. And for what? Because we benefitted from ponies' natural urges. We never harmed anyone, never bore anyone ill will. But you ponies can't accept lust as anything more than a temptation to be resisted. And so we are seen as evil beings, abominations meant to lead ponies to evil. "But when I entered your dream, I felt something different. You weren't ashamed like the others. You embraced your sexuality, reveled in it. And for the first time in a long while, I felt safe." He looked up at Fluttershy, who now had tears in her eyes. "I saw that you took care of many animals from the forest, and I sensed your kindness." Before he could say any more, Fluttershy's front door was forcefully thrown open by a magenta aura, almost smacking into her, and Twilight's voice filled her ears as the princess galloped inside. "Fluttershy! Where are you?!" Twilight's eyes frantically scanned the living room before locking onto the pegasus as she slowly stepped out from behind the open door. "Oh, Fluttershy, thank goodness!" she panted. "Listen, we have to leave and get somewhere safe. I think you were targeted by an incubus! Now hurry, there's no time to lose!" She grabbed Fluttershy's hoof in her magic and began dragging her out the door. "But Twilight—" she shouted, looking back into her living room. "I'm just trying to protect you," said Twilight, cutting her friend off. "TWILIGHT!" The exclamation stopped the alicorn in her tracks and she turned to look at the pony she was dragging, though her eyes still conveyed her sense of urgency. "It's alright," said Fluttershy. "He's here." "He? He who?" Twilight looked around and finally saw the stallion on the couch. She screamed, turning fully and leveling her horn at him, dropping the telekinetic field from her friend's hoof in the process. "Aah! That's it! Get away, Fluttershy!" "STOP!" Twilight stood glaring at the bat pony, her wings spread and her horn glowing, but she did not strike. Fluttershy had stepped in front of him, blocking the alicorn's shot. "Fluttershy," she seethed, "get out of the way." "No!" said the pegasus, her gaze like steel. "I won't let you hurt him!" "But it's an incubus! Those evil beings feed on sex like vampires, sucking up your energy and eventually draining you dry! You're lucky it didn't kill you the first time!" "I don't think he's evil, Twilight. He didn't hurt me." "You're under his spell! You're not really Fluttershy! He's using you as a puppet or something!" "Twilight." Fluttershy did not raise her voice this time, but she affixed her friend with the full power of her Stare, and Twilight's jaw clamped shut. "I am not under a spell," the yellow mare stated in a cool, calm voice, her eyes still locked on her. "He came to me because he was scared, and he felt safe with me. I will not let you change that. Now, are you willing to behave?" Her jaw still helplessly clenched, Twilight nodded unsteadily. Fluttershy closed her eyes and Twilight gasped, letting out a breath she did not know she had been holding. In contrast, Fluttershy exhaled slowly, allowing the tension from her Stare to leave her body. She turned around to look at the demon sitting on her couch. He was staring at her with an expression she recognized well. Not fear, but a healthy amount of respect for her previously unknown ability. Her expression changed in an instant from cold and stern to warm and pleasantly smiling. "Don't mind her. She can be a worrywart sometimes! Would you like to stay for tea?" "Um... sure."