Going Batty
Jonathan woke up on cold, moist soil, with a chilling breeze flowing through his dark brown hair. He had no recollection of how he'd gotten there, given that he'd been sleeping rather soundly in his bed mere minutes beforehand, and he certainly didn't know where he'd been dumped.
All he knew for sure was that he was completely and utterly alone.
His green eyes frantically scoured the landscape around him, taking in his surroundings as his mind worked overtime, attempting to both calm himself down and ponder how he'd gotten into such a situation in the first place. All he could remember was how he'd gone about his usual bedtime routine of getting his bed ready, fluffing his pillows and using the toilet before crawling beneath his covers and nigh-immediately departing to the realm of sleep.
So how the hell had he found his way outside?
From what Jonathan could see of his makeshift resting place, he was somewhere in a seemingly extensive forest. Princess Luna's mesmerising night sky was still above him, though it did nothing to soothe his nerves. The young man exhaled as a means of attempting to calm himself down, then rose to his feet. He regretted going to bed barefoot almost immediately; the soil beneath him sank slightly under his weight, and he shivered as it nestled its way between his vulnerable toes.
Jonathan felt exceedingly isolated - his only immediate company were the dark trees around him, looming over his tiny pale form and stretching into the swirling black clouds above.
Something about the events transpiring before the frightened young man, naturally, felt awfully wrong.
Bottling his rather blatant fear, Jonathan scratched the stubble coating his jaw before slowly, almost agonisingly so, trundling his way through the odd forest.
He momentarily pondered whether or not he ought to call for help; however, he quickly decided against it. If there was anything that both Earth and Equestria shared in common with one another, it was that forests were a place that nobody wanted to visit after dark if they knew what was good for them.
If he dared call for help, Jonathan feared that it would not be one of the ponies that he'd come to know and befriend who would heed his cries.
The man winced as his foot met with the rough surface of a twig beneath him; the brittle, almost bone-like object snapped jarringly. The sensation was...less-than-pleasant for his bare soles.
Soldiering onwards regardless, Jonathan soon felt a subtle chill creep up his spine, like delicate fingertips making their way up his back as a spider would. Quickly preventing that thought from supplementing his ever-growing sense of dread, the man began massaging his back with his own fingers. Knowing that the sensations he was feeling were now of his own doing helped in comforting him slightly - though only slightly.
Mere minutes passed Jonathan by before another icy chill coursed through him - though this time, not even his own massaging could help alleviate the feeling of sheer paranoia surging through his veins.
Suddenly, Jonathan didn't feel quite as alone as he had when he'd initially woke up in the forest.
Gulping, the quivering man stopped in his tracks and looked around, surveying the vicinity in an attempt at encouraging himself into believing that nothing was out to get him.
However, when John turned around entirely, all of his desperate attempts at bolstering his own confidence were soon gone with the nipping wind around him.
His eyes widened in horror as he noticed that a second set of footprints overlapped his own in the soil, stopping right behind him. The prints certainly did not belong to him; they were of an oval shape, like the hooves of his pony acquaintances, but also seemed to be accompanied by a heel-like protrusion just behind the initial print - a small hole was stabbed into the ground every time John's pursuer had taken a step.
As the petrified man's mind drowned in a flurry of thoughts, ranging from exclamations of terror to theories as to what the creature following him could have been, the forest became perfectly still. This fact was not lost on Jonathan, who momentarily broke his many trains of thought to once again look around. Nothing was out of the ordinary, save for his general situation and the deathly silence that had suddenly claimed the forest.
Whilst he'd previously felt on-edge at the constant, yet subtle sounds of rustling bushes, squelching soil and gently-blowing wind, John abruptly found himself actively missing them. The forest felt exceedingly unnatural, all of a sudden; it was as if nature had been stifled.
After a few moments of pure, terrifying silence, an incredibly subtle noise wormed its way into Jonathan's ears. At first he felt relieved, thinking that perhaps the forest was returning to how it had been when he'd first woke up within it, but his relief soon melted into a debilitating sense of terror.
His feelings of paralysing horror had hit him as a result of the sound having grown more prominent, to the point where John could hear it clearly.
It was...flapping.
It did not sound quite right, though; it was not the sound he'd grown accustomed to as a result of being around pegasi. It sounded rougher in some way.
Figuring out where the sound was coming from, John soon realised that the reason for the abnormal flapping noise was that the creature emitting them was not a pegasus. Rather, it more closely resembled a man-sized bat, sporting leathery, jagged wings, large ears and red eyes that seemed to glow when placed against the dark blues of the sky above it.
And the bat appeared to be flying right at him.
Jonathan finally gained his wits about him, beginning to scream at the top of his lungs without a care in the world as to who, or what, would hear him. He turned and ran, flinching in fear as an ear-piercing screech resounded through the murky forest behind him.
With every passing second, the flapping noise grew louder.
Amidst all the other thoughts swirling through his struggling brain, only one truly stood out to Jonathan.
'I'm going to die here, cold and alone.'
And as he risked a glance behind him, seeing a set of immense fangs mere inches away from his face, he truly believed that thought.
"HOLY FUCK!" John screamed at the top of his lungs, bolting upright in his now-clammy bed. Looking down at his light blue sheets, the man allowed himself to frantically catch his breath. After a few seconds were spent ensuring that everything that had apparently just transpired had just been a horrid dream, he slowly brought his hands up to his face. Rubbing off the sweat that had accumulated on his brow, John sighed in relief.
Out of all the nightmares he'd had since he'd found himself in Equestria, that one had to be his worst yet.
It was somewhat ironic that he'd had so many, given that he now lived in a world full of talking pastel-coloured ponies who enforced friendship and happiness whenever they got the chance. He'd had far less back on Earth.
But then, Earth hadn't had Manticores or Cockatrice. Those fuckers were horrendous.
Looking up from his sweat-covered palms, John took a moment to properly compose himself. Looking around, he observed that everything was just as it had been before he'd drifted off to dreamland. His bed still sat in the corner of his room, his desk beside it. His closet, lying opposite and to the left of his bed in another corner of the room, was firmly shut. His various knick-knacks and shelves were all still where they ought to have been, and nothing appeared tampered with.
Smiling to himself, John groaned in embarrassment.
"Ugh, I can't believe that just happened. I think I need a drink after all that." He mumbled to himself, the amusement lacing his voice being emphasised by his British accent. Swinging his legs off of the side of his bed in a slightly reluctant manner, John tiredly rose to his feet. Wiping residual crust off of his eyes, he checked the clock hanging just above his door.
1:43 in the bloody morning.
'Fuckin' hell.'
Shuffling his way out of his bedroom, the man stumbled blindly through the corridor connecting it to the rest of his house, then headed downstairs to his kitchen. He had to admit, it was exceedingly generous of Princess Celestia to provide a grubby fucker like him with such a large abode. He almost felt like she was trying to spoil him or something.
John liked to think he was relatively intelligent, though. He knew that the house was Celestia's means of apologising to him as a result of the fact that she'd clearly had no idea how to return him to Earth, right from the moment he'd been accidentally poofed into her throne room in the striped blue pyjamas he was wearing right at that very instant.
She felt sorry for him. Admittedly, though, John didn't have too much of a problem with that. It was very refreshing to know he had somebody to confide in when he needed to spend a day venting about the troubles he commonly faced in Equestria. Besides, the castle was only an hour-long carriage ride away - and Celestia was an awfully good listener.
Finally finding his way into his kitchen from his extensive living room, John clapped his hands just once. Immediately, the room lit up in a slight golden glow.
He didn't know exactly how Celestia had obtained the magically-powered lamps that she had, but he was damn well grateful for them. Basking in the warmth of the gentle golden light, a stark contrast to the cold darkness of his nightmare not ten minutes prior, the man sauntered over to the water jug he kept on his kitchen counter.
He smiled down at the reflection of himself in the sleek black surface. His hair was rather messy, and was tangled rather badly, despite it being fairly short. His smile devolved into a smirk of recollection at the sight of the plaster covering the bridge of his nose.
Evidently, challenging the ever-rambunctious Rainbow Dash to 'a friendly round of boxing' at Ponyville's local gymnasium had not proved to be the best of ideas.
He had never even known his fingers could bend that far back.
Regardless, he snapped back to reality and grabbed his water jug, along with a glass from an overhead cabinet. Pouring out his beverage of choice, John reflected on the life he'd lived in Equestria thus far for but a few seconds. Over the many months he'd resided there, he'd found his time to - generally - have been rather pleasant. Aside from the occasional giant monster or dragon attack, or even a rare attempt at invading Equestria via a merciless dictatorship and a large army, life was pretty swell in the happy-go-lucky world.
Though, as with any location, he was not free from occasional bouts of terror.
For instance, the sudden sound of something hard slowly tapping on the glass door of John's garden.
Furrowing his brow in momentary confusion, the man quickly turned his head to the left - where the door was, the garden being connected to the kitchen - to the sight of absolutely nothing, save for the calming sight of the full moon hanging high above the world. John momentarily marvelled at the majesty of the spectacle, thinking about how a single pony was the individual to thank for the beautiful sight.
Sighing in bliss, the man having always enjoyed simply marvelling at the sky above, he failed to notice that he had not ceased in pouring out his drink. The cold liquid pooled out of the glass and coated his fingers, startling him out of his stupor.
Chuckling to himself, John set the jug aside once more.
"I'll wipe that up tomorrow. Maybe." He muttered to himself, hoping that it would dry up before then and save him the effort.
Once again, though, he was caught off-guard by a tapping noise, which once again came from the door to his garden - though this time it was slightly faster-paced.
Quickly turning his head in the hopes of catching some punk filly or colt off-guard, John was astounded upon seeing - once again - absolutely nothing. The sound always seemed to stop as soon as his head began to turn to face its source.
Images of the bat beast from his nightmare began surfacing in his mind's eye, which did nothing to help the growing knot of tension in the skeptical man's stomach. He held his green-eyed gaze on the door for a little while longer this time, though once again nothing showed itself to him.
He presumed that perhaps it wasn't a creature causing the sounds - maybe it was something in the garden itself, simply making creaking noises. Lord only knew that the tattered old red shed out there was on its last legs already.
Satisfied with his rational conclusion, John sipped at his water and stared at the kitchen's clock, placed above the room's doorway just as his bedroom's one was. 1:49. Huh. It had only been six minutes? Oh, well.
Gulping down most of his water, John almost choked on the remainder as an immense thud resounded from somewhere upstairs.
'Wait. Did I lock my bedroom window?' John thought to himself, his breathing slightly muffled and shallow in an attempt at keeping himself quiet.
The sound of rapid footsteps from upstairs, almost certainly making their way down to the kitchen, answered John's silent question for him.
'Oh, shit.'
It was at that moment that John knew why there had been tapping at his door.
Someone was toying with their food.
Acting solely out of survival instinct, John immediately ran beneath his kitchen table and held a hand to his mouth and nose, muffling his breathing.
The footsteps grew louder.
The man winced in preparation for a potential fight for his life.
They grew louder still.
Then, just as suddenly as they had begun, the footsteps stopped. Their owner had sounded as if they were just inches away from the kitchen, too. John raised his eyebrow in a silent display of pensiveness, almost willing himself to warily poke his head out from his hiding spot and see whether or not whatever was in his house was still in there, before a slight flapping sound filled his ears for just a moment.
A horribly familiar feeling of dread filled him as he recognised the sound. After all, he'd heard them a mere eight minutes beforehand.
He dared to glance to his left, where he lay right beside his glass garden door. There, he scoured the surface for a reflection of his winged invader. Soon enough, he caught a glimpse of them. A blur dropped down from the ceiling just above his hiding spot, landing on the tabletop. The makeshift wooden shield almost gave way to the force of the beast's landing, causing John to nearly piss himself in fear. Somehow, though, through an act of God, Jesus, and Buddha working in tandem with one another, he managed to remain silent rather than yelping in fear as he'd wanted to.
He took the opportunity to study the creature less than a foot above him, slight clopping noises filling the room as it shifted in place, obviously searching for him.
The bat wings were, obviously, present on the creature's back, which in and of itself seemed rather taut and muscular - even through the grubby, torn pink shirt it wore. Moreso than the average pegasus, at least. Its coat was a subdued yellow colour, and its eyes a brilliant red. Cat-like pupils, mere slits, lay in the centre of the brilliant ruby iris. John would have been tempted to call them hypnotic, had they not belonged to a creature that was currently invading his house.
Before long, he began finding the creature oddly familiar. As if he'd met it before - and not just in his nightmare. He hadn't been able to see what it had looked like there; it had been a mere silhouette until the final moments of the dream, when he'd glimpsed at its enormous chompers.
And speaking of the thing's fang's, they were definitely as large as they had been in his nightmare. He dreaded risking a reenactment of those final moments before real life had graciously saved him from its clutches - that wouldn't be happening this time.
Even still, though, he definitely felt as if he knew this beast. He'd probably have to ask Twilight what it was at some other point in time - if he survived this initial encounter, that is. Or maybe Fluttershy, since she was such a savant when it came to the creatures of Equestria.
...
'Waitaminute.'
That long, pink mane. The unfittingly delicate hair partially covered one of the creature's eyes - just like Fluttershy's. It flowed down to the thing's oddly dainty shoulders, and even beyond that. Just like Fluttershy's.
Even the thing's tail was styled almost exactly like Fluttershy's - though, admittedly, it was slightly scruffier.
Her fur looked to be a dirty yellow - like what getting grime on Fluttershy's coat would do to it. The panicked man even remembered seeing Fluttershy wearing the same now-tattered pink shirt as the bat creature at some point, the cute little butterfly emblazoned on it seeming awfully familiar.
John's eyes narrowed in disbelief beneath the table as he connected the dots, the Fluttershy lookalike finally turning entirely to face the glass door leading outwards into the expansive night.
And now that John got a good look at her from the front...
How could he ever forget the familiar bountiful bust staring back at his wide-eyed face?
'Holy fucking shit.'
John didn't want to do it, but he mustered up his courage and thought of the pony currently squatting above him on his table - whilst also giving him a scarily appealing view of her rather thick thighs at work through her tight jean shorts - as one of the first friends he'd made after winding up in Equestria, tearful and confused.
This was one of the ponies that had helped him get acquainted with life in Ponyville, and who helped him 'fit in' and be accepted.
This was, admittedly, the pony he'd been crushing on for a little while now.
"F-...Fluttershy?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Immediately the slightly larger-than-normal ears of the batpony above him twitched in recognition and her head spun at an unnaturally rapid speed right to his reflection in the glass window. Her red eyes bore into John, and all of a sudden what little confidence he'd had left melted away. His eyes widened, and the screech that followed immediately after Fluttershy saw him nearly deafened him.
He opened his eyes, having shut them for but a second in pain as her screech pierced his eardrums, to see that her head was now inches away from his - she had clambered to the edge of the table and looked beneath it, finding him immediately. The she-bat hissed in a cat-like manner, baring her lethal fangs once more.
'Whelp. Bollocks. It's been nice knowing ya, Johnny-boy.' John thought for but a second before he screamed and scrambled out from beneath the table, darting for the front door. Almost immediately, he heard the Flutterbat follow, her hoofsteps rapid and harsh on the polished wooden floor of his home.
Their little game of 'tag' had begun, it seemed.
John wasted no time in bolting right over to the front door of the house, having darted straight through the living room and down his entrance corridor. He scrambled with the latch on the large polished object, his fingers having lost their nimble edge all of a sudden.
Before he could do much at all, however, two hands less-than-gently smacked down onto his shoulders from behind him, sharp black nails digging into his flesh slightly.
John screamed, rapidly turning around and holding his fuzzy assailant back by her shoulders.
Her eyes truly glowed in the darkness of the house, and her hands hadn't stopped gripping him yet. Her hold was tight, like that of a hunter when latching onto hapless prey. It was clear that he'd have to put up quite the fight just to get her to relinquish her clawed grip.
Though admittedly, his mind was mainly focused on the more pressing matter snapping her jaws less than a foot away from his face. Only the man's grasp on the Flutterbat's shoulders kept her from surging forward to munch his face off, a sickeningly familiar fear managing to crawl its way into John's gut at the sight.
The creature salivated rather clearly, drool falling out of her mouth in small strings.
Given that he couldn't exactly stand at his door with 100+ pounds of angry batpony being held back by his steadily-tiring arms, John quickly decided on a plan of action.
'Getting out through the front door's a no-go. I managed to get fuck-all done in terms of unlocking it before she was on me.' He thought to himself, his mind racing.
'Where else can I go?! The bottom-floor windows? No, too risky. She'd still be right behind me, and I know for a fact that I locked those ones.'
As he thought, his arms began to tremble. Flutter's grip on his shoulders tightened, her claws digging in ever-further. She began to smile rather victoriously. Hell, it'd have been a rather cute display had she not been trying to kill him.
'I could shut myself in the bathroom-...no, even worse. If she found a way to get in regardless, I'd be stuck at a dead-end and a rabid pony would be between me and my exit.' John rapidly weighed his remaining options, the snapping jaws in front of him progressively getting ever-closer. Subduing a gulp, his eyes widened at the final idea to cross his mind.
'Can this thing lock windows? If not, then maybe I could get out through the window it had used to get in here in the first place!'
Looking up at the squealing pony, John grimaced at the thought of what he'd need to do.
"Sorry, Flutters. Hopefully we'll look back on this and laugh." He quietly muttered to his notably confused apparent-friend, tightening his grip on her shoulders before throwing her aside promptly afterwards. Running for his life, he heard the heavy thud of the Flutterbat colliding with the cold, hard floor - obviously, she had not been precedenting his rather abrupt retaliation.
He'd made it to the staircase leading up to the second floor of his house before he heard her finally get up and give chase, her frantic clops echoing around the silence of the rest of the residence. Not daring to turn his head and look behind him, lest he be greeted with the same sight as he'd been given in his nightmare, John strained his ears to hear his pursuer's actions.
Her clopping stopped at the base of the staircase, the sound evolving into the now-horrifically-familiar sound of flapping, leathery wings.
She was cheating.
John, being a mere few steps away from finally being free of those wretched steps, could only let out a "Wait, no-" before a pair of furry yellow hands once again found their way onto his body. This time, though, they grabbed at his shirt, and grabbed at the clothing in bundles before pulling the hopeless man towards their owner.
Screaming, John proved to be fortunate in that he managed to land rather comfortably in the arms of his pursuer, as opposed to falling onto the back of his skull on his tough stairwell and immediately ending his own life.
Or un-fortunate, really.
His eyes shut and his breath hitched in his throat, John hadn't been expecting to feel gentle breathing hit the back of his neck. Neither had he expected the pleasant warmth of pony fur to envelop him in an almost hug-like embrace. Opening his eyes and looking down, the man took note of the arms wrapping their way around his torso as something served as cushioning behind him, making him feel oddly comfortable.
Finally mustering up the courage to look over his own shoulder, he stared into the face of the Flutterbat from mere inches away. Her lips were upturned in glee, and her gaze was malevolent. Once again, she tightened her grip on Jonathan - though this time, he steadily began gaining a dreadful suspicion that he would not be escaping her grasp this time.
The mare holding him in her powerful arms quickly turned him around to face her, not faltering in her vice-like grip even once.
John soon found himself staring directly into the eyes of his nightmare creature.
Admittedly, she was awfully cute up close.
Though, she was still going to gnaw his face off, so...
As he stared into her cat-like eyes, he noticed that they began to glow even brighter than they had before. The pony's red irises swirled like smoke, looking akin to the way hypnosis was portrayed in most cartoons from Earth.
Though, oddly, John felt no compelling urge to obey the creature before him's every whim. Soon, the Flutterbat herself picked up on this - rather noticeably, in fact. Her face morphed into one of confusion and frustration, before she shook the man in her grasp around rather vigorously before trying again.
The entire time this was occurring, John merely looked at her blankly. After an awkward few moments of absolute silence between the two, he noticed a slight pink tinge coating the batpony before him's cheeks. She looked annoyed, which certainly didn't help in making her look any less adorable.
After all, she may have been a tad bit more bat-like than usual, but it was still Flutters.
And the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
He remembered how she'd once told him about the day that she'd initially became the Flutterbat, when one of Twilight's many spells went a tad awry and struck her. The timid mare had went out of her way to explain to him that her friends had remedied the situation, ensuring that she wouldn't transform again in future and potentially endanger him so as to avoid scaring him off with her story. She always had been exceedingly sweet like that.
Unfortunately, she'd appeared to have been telling a slight fib that day.
Regardless, John noticed her face quickly shift from one of annoyance to one of...something indiscernible. He couldn't quite place his finger on just what emotions seemed to be striking the pony, but from the looks of her smile they certainly weren't ones that would be beneficial to him.
As her smile steadily grew larger and larger, flaunting more and more of her large fangs to his steadily-widening eyes, John knew for a fact that the night would not end well for him.
Suddenly, in a very precise and rapid fashion, the Flutterbat licked John's neck just once. The man shivered, the sensation being entirely unexpected, yet not wholly horrendous. As a matter of fact, the quick bout of warmth was almost welcome - or, at least, John had felt so until he mentally reprimanded himself for feeling at ease in front of a feral predator.
In that brief glimpse of her pink muscle, the man had took note of just how long it had become. The tip of it was no longer its usual smooth, rounded shape - rather, it now ended in a sudden point, like an arrowhead.
He was intrigued as to why she'd changed so much. She looked like the Fluttershy he'd come to know and love over the past few months, but at the same time she...didn't.
In a way, she seemed even more attractive. If that were at all possible.
John found himself shivering once again, though this time the reaction was brought on as a result of his worrying train of thought.
'You're on your deathbed and you're thinking about how hot a bat - not to mention, a bat that wants to kill you - is? Ugh, and you wonder why people made fun of you back on Earth.'
As Jonathan mentally reprimanded himself, trembling under the predatory gaze of Flutterbat, he noticed that the spot on his neck where the mare had licked him was a lot warmer than the rest of his body.
He could practically feel the blood flowing beneath that mark.
Flutterbat, too, set her eyes onto the patch, licking her lips hungrily.
John's body went rigid, fear coursing through him.
He was going to die.
He was actually going to die.
To his own friend, no less.
What would Flutters think? What would she do when she finally came-to and figured out that she had been the one to kill him?
John dreaded the thought.
Moreover, what of his other friends? How long would it take for them to finally begin getting worried and travelling all the way from Ponyville to his home, before eventually finding his rotting, shrivelled corpse on the floor, drained of his very life force?
Thinking about the effects his death could potentially have on those he considered friends deeply saddened the man; whether or not they would weep for him or forget him, he cared about them, and did not want to die knowing that Fluttershy would never be able to live with herself after he was gone.
But he knew what was coming next.
Flutterbat opened her jaws wide, revealing her snake-like fangs to Jonathan one last time.
The man thought about all the times he'd ever simply hung out with Flutters; he thought about the day he'd helped her collect flowers in the Everfree Forest. He still remembered that, despite his fears of the dangerous beasts lying within the seemingly endless expanse of greenery, he would find himself truly mesmerised by how happy his friend was.
He thought over how she'd arrived at his front door one night, shivering and teary-eyed. She'd had a nightmare - an exceedingly bad one - and needed comfort; John's house was closer to her secluded little abode than any other's.
She'd whimpered into his arms that night, and they spent hours simply cuddling. John had stroked her mane and muttered words of encouragement into her little ears.
From then on, Fluttershy visited often.
He remembered how he'd helped her take care of countless injured or sickly animals - she'd always gone to him before anyone else.
They'd nursed bunnies, mice and various other minuscule woodland creatures back to health, some being animals he'd have never even dreamed of back on Earth.
He remembered her radiant smile - just as beaming and immaculate as her golden coat. How that smile would always brighten up his day, no matter how bleak. How she always seemed to know exactly what to say to encourage him, just as he had to her that first fateful night she'd dared to visit. She knew him better than some of John's human friends had known him.
Suffice to say, he was smitten.
Finally, he remembered their argument.
It had been a stormy, lightning-riddled night. Grim foreshadowing, if ever it existed. Tensions had been high between the two for the whole day, given that they'd been unable to save the life of a critically-injured grizzly bear mere hours beforehand. When Fluttershy felt guilty about such matters, she tended to get...snappy.
Eventually, one misconstrued statement led to another, and by the end of the night Fluttershy was storming out of John's house with tears streaming down her cheeks, apparently uncaring of the growling storm above her.
Jonathan wished he'd apologised.
That had occurred a week ago, and he had been stupidly adamant in avoiding Fluttershy since then. It seemed she'd done the same of him.
God, he was an idiot.
All these thoughts and more flurried around his head, a miasma of jumbled memories and voices. Most prominently of them all was an especially loud voice, obviously yelling out. His last words to his best friend.
"I never want to see you again."
After what felt like hours, Flutterbat's fangs began closing in on his vulnerable neck, his arms trapped at his sides by her own stronger ones. He could do nothing but watch as she drained him of everything he had.
Before she reached the mark on his neck, now slightly faded as a result of her saliva's effects already beginning to wear off, Jonathan muttered in her ear.
"I'm sorry, Flutters."
After a moment of hesitation, the batpony before him looked up at him in confusion. He doubted she could even understand him, let alone forgive him, but he didn't care. Finally beginning to accept his grim fate, the man leaned in, shutting his eyes in bittersweet sorrow, and locked lips with an exceedingly confused and startled Flutterbat.
He waited for the unavoidable sensation of those fangs slicing through his lips and then into his neck, but the feeling never arrived.
Opening his eyes after a long few seconds of silence, he locked eyes with the bat he took by surprise. Something seemed different; it was as if a fog had been lifted, and the mare could suddenly see everything clearly. She quickly pulled away from the kiss, panting for breath. Jonathan simply regarded her with an air of sadness, his head drooping.
"Just make it quick, will you?" He asked quietly, staring fixatedly at the ground below him. "We've already wasted enough time as it is."
The batpony opened her mouth once again, causing Jonathan to flinch and wince in anticipation. What he didn't expect, though, was for the pony to squeak in shock and quickly shut her mouth again, looking oddly flustered. Slowly opening his eyes once again, John raised his gaze to meet that of Flutterbat's. Her slit pupils shrunk in surprise as their eyes met, but neither of the two looked away once more.
John carefully raised his head once more, curiously facing Flutterbat rather than facing the ground.
Suddenly, the mare began resembling the Fluttershy he knew even more than she previously had.
Her eyes, though still predatory, held an air of awareness to them; beyond that, she looked...nervous. Timid. Scared, even. Her face, which had been leering in victory a mere minute or two beforehand, was now contorted into one of worry. Her fangs appeared to have shortened in some way; it seemed as if the pony had retracted them, perhaps as a means of looking less intimidating.
She spoke, and John immediately felt the compelling urge to hug her tightly.
"Wh-...what...where a-am I? What's happening, J-John?"
Her grip around his torso began loosening quickly, and John took the opportunity to wrap her up in an embrace as quickly as it had arisen. The mare squealed in surprise, before returning the hug after a long pause. Jonathan raised his head from where it had been, having rested it on his friend's fluffy shoulder, and shot her a relieved teary grin.
"I, uh, don't mean to scare you, Flutters, but...you were, heh, in the middle of...um...killing me." He answered, his voice wavering slightly. The prospect of Flutters faking a 'coming-to' to lull him into a false sense of security crossed his mind, but something deep down within his gut told him that she was being genuine. His friend was back.
At his explanation, Flutterbat gasped in horror.
"What?! Wh-what did I d-do?! Did I hurt y-you?!" She frantically asked, beginning to bombard him with worried questions. As she began babbling on, seemingly on the verge of tears, John began rubbing her back whilst making gentle 'shh' noises.
"It's alright, Flower," he began, referring to her by her favourite pet name, "you didn't know what you were doing. I'm alright, and so are you. That's all that matters."
With shuddering breaths, the constant comfort allowed Flutterbat to begin calming down. Her leathery wings shivered, and she looked at them with recognition and dread.
"H-how am I...how am I a batpony again...? I don't...I don't understand. I thought I w-was completely cured." She began muttering to herself, now resting her head on John's shoulder.
"Shh, shh, shh. It's alright now, right? You know how to control it. You're you - you just look a little different. No cause for concern. I'm just glad you decided to target me rather than some innocent village." John said, chuckling.
Flutterbat's eyes widened, a blush appearing on her cheeks.
"B-but...you made me...um...come to m-my senses. You...you k-ki-...uh...kissed m-me." The timid mare quietly replied, her breathing becoming slightly faster upon uttering her last sentence.
John, too, began to blush.
"Uh...y-yeah." He began, "I...did, didn't I? Uh...sorry about...that. I didn't really...know what else to do. I thought I was going to...well, die." John answered simply, deciding to omit the fact that he'd been wanting to kiss her for a long while.
"N-no, it's f-fine. R-really. If you...if you hadn't d-done that, then...w-we might not have been talking right n-now..." Flutterbat trailed off, her ears falling back against her head in fear of what could have been. She smiled shakily as John reached his right hand behind her left ear, gently scratching it comfortingly. Her blush remained on her face - rather noticeably so, in fact.
A moment of silence was shared between the two before it was broken by Flutterbat.
"I-I'm so, s-so sorry about last week. I-I just...the stress was getting t-to me, and..." The remorseful mare sputtered, choking up slightly before she could finish her own apology. John grasped her cheek for a mere second, noting how warm it was as he gently guided her gaze to meet his own.
"Of course. You are absolutely forgiven, of course you are. I'm just as much at fault as you are, Flutters. I should never have pushed you so much. I had it coming - but yes, you're forgiven." Jonathan replied, a caring smile on his face.
Another moment of silence was shared, before the human finally decided on what the two could do as a means of passing time.
"So...um, how about we talk about this in the kitchen, over a glass of water or two? I'm sure you're thirsty." The human nervously proposed, gesturing to the lower floor of the house from his position on the second-to-last step leading to the second floor.
"U-um, yes, please. I would like th-that." The nervous mare quietly accepted, allowing John to lead her down the stairs. Before she reached the bottom, though, she felt herself begin stumbling - a consequence of her attaining of high-heel-like protrusions at the backs of her hooves, causing the pony to have to get used to the odd distribution of weight. Before she could fall the rest of the way down the flight of steps, however, Jonathan managed to catch her deftly.
The madly blushing mare allowed herself to be supported by him the rest of the way to the kitchen, allowing her to get used to the odd new additions to her hooves. Plopping onto one of the seats surrounding the kitchen table with a sigh, Flutterbat turned her head to gaze through John's glass garden door. However, she quickly caught sight of numerous deep indentations in the wooden surface of the tabletop, causing her to gasp lightly.
"D-Did I do that?" She questioned, her voice laced with absolute shock. Looking over to her human friend, she was met with a grim nod of recollection.
"Yeah...but, don't worry about it! You weren't yourself. I don't blame you!" John reassured her, desperately wanting to avoid seeing her become saddened or guilt-ridden. When Fluttershy felt like shit, he felt like shit.
"S-Still, I'll p-pay for a new one. I-It was my fault." She stated with an air of finality, looking at the man currently pouring her a glass of water with a deep-set frown on her face.
"Nonsense! I have plenty of bits. I've got this, Flower. Don't you worry about it." John replied adamantly, before wincing in fear as he turned to face his friend once again.
Her frown had become a pout, her brows lowered in defiance. She glowered at him with an odd sense of confidence, a look that was completely out-of-character for the normally very silent and jumpy mare.
A moment of silent staring passed the duo by, before Flutters crossed her arms and, very cutely, raised her eyebrow at him. John bit his lip, trying desperately not to grin in delight at the adorable pouty-face she was making at him, before finally seceding and allowing her the satisfaction of getting what she wanted.
"Alright, alright! You can pay for it. You don't need to, though."
"Well, I want to." Flutterbat replied, cheekily sticking her long tongue out at him. The appendage stretched down to the base of her neck, before curling up and retreating to the safety of her mouth.
John didn't suppress his grin that time, though admittedly he felt something stirring within him at the sight of his exceedingly attractive friend's dexterous new tongue. He attempted to subdue those feelings by finally taking both the glasses of water he'd poured out for the both of them, before taking a seat beside the mare.
Handing one of the glasses to her, he watched Flutterbat politely thank him and take a sip. Intriguingly, rather than gulping down the beverage as any other pony would, she slowly brought her mouth up to the rim of the glass before allowing her tongue to rapidly dart into the water, lapping at the drink in an odd fashion.
Flutterbat quickly came to her senses, realising just how strange the thing she was doing actually was, and let out a small 'eep' of embarrassment before turning her head, only to see Jonathan staring at her with a look of pure amusement on his face. Her eyes widened, and she groaned before attempting to hide behind her long, pink hair - and, of course, failing rather miserably.
John chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink, before deciding to change the topic of conversation as a means of saving her the humiliation. He supposed that a little bat was still in her; he didn't mind thus far, though. The new little quirks she was revealing over the course of the night were overwhelmingly charming, in his eyes.
Looking up at the clock, he noticed that the time was now 2:13 in the morning.
Sweet Jesus.
"So, erm, what...happened, exactly? Er, if you know, that is." John slowly began, curious to know how the night had transpired through his friend's eyes.
Flutterbat bit her lip in an attempt at remembering, and John blushed at the sight.
He'd always had a thing for lip biting.
"I...I don't know," Flutterbat began, shifting in her seat slightly before elaborating, "I just felt so...so tired. Like something was sitting on my shoulders or something, weighing me down. I just needed a r-rest. If I'd have known..."
John interrupted her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"You didn't. Please, don't blame yourself for this."
Flutterbat smiled, resting her head on his hand whilst slowly shutting her eyes.
"You're too good to me, John."
"Only the best for my best friend, right?" John asked, his smile bright and contagious.
Flutterbat nuzzled his knuckles with her cheek, coating his hand in warmth as she returned the grin.
"Right."
The two spent a little more time locked in that position, before eventually John felt butterflies swirling around his stomach - Flutterbat had opened her eyes, staring right into his own with her mesmerising red irises.
'It's now or never, dude. You either tell her and deal with whatever comes next, or you live the rest of your life alone. Lord knows you'll never get the courage to say it ever again, no matter what you do.' Jonathan thought to himself. His inner voice continued to spur him on, the man himself failing to look away from the eyes of his friend for so much as a split-second.
'So...what'll it be? You've loved her for months now. Hopefully, she's felt the same way. If not, you can handle that. You'll still be friends, no matter how awkward things get. That's good enough for you, right? Because then you'll know that you at least tried. Don't tell her how much she means to you, keep banking on maybe her telling you first, and you'll forever be wondering "what-if".'
'Do you want to do that?'
'You know her - perhaps better than anybody else. She's confided in you for months. You've confided in her all the same. So. You wanna at least have a chance of living a happy life with a loving partner, or do you wanna live out the rest of your life just lamenting about what could've been?'
'Make up your mind, man. You don't have forever.'
As John looked at Flutters, his best friend in a world where many citizens judged him purely based on the fact that he was different, he realised that he honestly didn't have to think much at all to make up his mind.
He truly did love her. And by God, he was going to tell her.
"H-hey, Flower?" John began, as nervous as he was excited.
Flutterbat's red eyes met his own green ones as her ears perked up, ready to listen to whatever he had to tell her. Her hair covered her right eye, shielding half of her face from the outside world.
"Hmm?" She hummed, content with continuing to rest her head on his hand.
"I...I have something to tell you."
"Oh? What...what is it, John?" Flutters inquired, staring into his eyes with her one visible eye and unknowingly enchanting him.
"Um...well, we've...we've been friends for a long while now, right?" John probed in return, mustering up the last remnants of his courage.
"Of course. You're...pretty much my best friend by now - no matter what I may have said a week ago. Please know that you'll always be my best friend, no matter what." Flutterbat answered, guilt evident in her voice.
"Of course. And you'll always be mine." Jonathan continued, picking up on her latent remorse and being quick in consoling her. As he spoke, he stroked Flutterbat's shoulder with his resting hand, soothing her with gentle thumb-strokes.
She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
'Now or never.' John's inner voice chimed from within the confines of his skull, the words drilling through his brain and causing his throat to go dry.
"And I'm perfectly happy with that," he elaborated, expanding on his previous question, "but...I've been thinking lately."
Flutterbat's ears perked up, going rigid in what looked to be either fear or excitement - or a concoction of the two emotions.
"Yeah? Wh-what've you been thinking about?"
"W-well, um...about...you." John tested, seeing Flutters' ears somehow manage to perk up even more than they had before.
"W-wh-what ab-bout me?" She asked, her breathing quickened and her eyes widened. A bright red colour managed to, once again, find its way onto her delicate cheeks.
"Well...okay, I'm just gonna...I'm just gonna say it." John began, bottling up his nerves and subduing the butterflies now whipping up a storm from within his stomach. He squeezed the mare sitting in front of him's shoulder before taking a deep breath.
"Flutters, you've been the best friend I could ever possibly hope for. You've been there for my good times here, and you've been there for my bad times. I have not connected with anypony even half as much as I have with you. You're...well, as cliché as it is, you're my day and my night. You are what convinces me to clamber out of bed every morning, and to brave this new world. Er, to cut an otherwise very long speech short...I, well, I love you."
Time seemed to stop as John stared at Flutters' face, praying to any deity that would listen that she wouldn't be freaked out by the sudden admission. Her eyes were wide, her head now bolt upright, and her mouth hung agape. Her - now rather small - fangs poked out from beneath her top lip, and her slit pupils were smaller than he'd ever seen them. He noticed her wings begin to tremble slightly, before her lip quivered.
'Ah, shit. Well, it was a good run, bub.' John thought to himself, his inner voice only serving to add to the humiliation. He'd just made a mare petrified of him. Such was the life of Equestria's own alien freak.
Sighing in acceptance, John hung his head low and moved to get up. However, Flutterbat quickly grasped his own shoulder, a mirror of what he'd been doing for the past few minutes, and slowly pushed downwards on it to keep him in his seat.
Complying, John reluctantly slumped back down and waited for the inevitable.
"I understand that you're freaked out. I really do. I'm the big, weird alien, and you have every right to be afr-"
"F-...freaked out...?" Flutterbat almost whispered to him. Turning his gaze upwards to meet her own, he was shocked to see an enormous, goofy grin plastered onto his best friend's fluffy face. Her eyes were wide, and were full of unshed tears.
"I love you, too." She whispered, her tears now running freely down her beautiful features.
Without giving the man time to react, she almost pounced onto him, smacking her lips onto his own passionately. Her wings wrapped around his form, having been pushed back into the backrest of his chair by the sudden collision of bodies and enveloping him in their warmth. Her fingers immediately found their place massaging his rigid shoulder and the back of his neck; jobs fit for her left and right hands, respectively.
After a full two seconds of this treatment, Jonathan finally recovered from his initial surprise. The biggest smile he'd ever mustered made its way onto his lips, which were still locked in an intense tango with Flutterb-...no, Fluttershy's own. His own hands quickly found their way around the mare's thin waist, one massaging her powerful back muscles whilst the other rested just above her plump posterior, tantalisingly hidden from his prying eyes by her torn jean shorts.
Flutters moaned lustfully into his mouth as she began scouring his body with her hands, unsatisfied with limiting herself to just his neck and shoulder. She rubbed his chest lovingly, and squealed in surprise as her man returned her ministrations, clamping one of his hands onto one of her soft breasts. John momentarily parted his lips from hers, looking her in the eyes to see if what he was doing was alright by her.
Of course, he got all the answers he needed when Fluttershy grabbed him by both cheeks and slammed her lips into his once more, moaning loudly into him as she moved to guide his groping hand. Soon enough, he felt a wet presence licking his teeth; Fluttershy's tongue was, rather eagerly, requesting entry. Of course, being the gentleman that he was, John was more than happy to oblige her.
As both his hands now massaged both of her breasts through her tattered shirt, the luscious mounds proving to be far more than a handful (much to his delight), Flutters began slowly grinding up against his now-exceedingly-rigid member. Jonathan groaned in delight, momentarily squeezing her chest as she moaned rather loudly in response.
She felt so hot, John wondered why there wasn't steam rising out of her mouth every time she momentarily broke their messy kissing to take a breath.
Soon enough, John began grinding his own hips in response to Flutters' own movements; the pony squealed in delight, her tongue never leaving his mouth as the pair of slick muscles wrestled. Of course, on account of her both being a pony and having as long of a tongue as she currently had, she won out rather easily. John certainly appreciated her allowing him to try fighting back, though.
After a few minutes of the steamy treatment, John groaned in ecstasy as he felt himself get close to the edge. His thin pyjamas, combined with Flutters' beauty, moaning and bountiful chest and hips grinding onto him all combined to send his body reeling with arousal.
Evidently, his mare was feeling very much the same.
Reluctantly pulling her lips from his, with a saddened moan on his part, Flutters panted heavily and watched as a glistening string of saliva connected her and her human's mouths for but a moment, before slackening and falling onto John's chest.
She smiled and ran her fingers up his pyjama-laden chest, laughing as he giggled from the motion.
Though she began biting her lip gently as she pondered what her man would look like without the fabric covering up all of his goodies. She caught his eyes wondering lustfully over her own body, and immediately knew he was wondering the same of her.
Smirking at him, she pulled his top off over his head, throwing the striped shirt onto the kitchen counter off to her right.
Immediately she began marvelling at his bare chest, framing his ever-so-slightly visible pecs with her finger. Not too muscular, as to be excessive and intimidating, and not bony and scrawny. He was just right.
The all-vegetarian diet had certainly been treating Jonathan well since he'd dropped into Equestria; though, of course, he still made sure to eat some meat from time to time. Not that Fluttershy minded, of course. If it helped him stay healthy, she'd let him eat as much meat as he wanted.
Mommy certainly liked.
Licking her way up the middle of his chest, the mare shot a sultry wink up at her little human, relishing the blush that appeared on his face as a result.
Jonathan thought that the fact that her tongue was now, apparently, completely harmless, whereas it had directed excessive amounts of blood to the muscles and veins below it not to long beforehand, rather interesting, however. He surmised that her excessive salivating, which had stopped since she'd returned to her normal self, had triggered her tongue's vampiric properties. The excess must have contained some sort of chemical that triggered the reaction.
Wait, why the fuck did he care? She was licking her way up his chest in perfectly straight lines and he was loving it! No time to question that incredible tongue of hers now!
This, too, went on for a few minutes, before Fluttershy finally sat up on John's lap and grabbed at the hem of her own shirt. Yanking it off without a second thought, the man himself was incredibly excited to see that she was not wearing a bra beneath it. Her easily-melon-sized breasts bounced out of their fabric prison, the shirt quickly joining John's own on the kitchen counter.
By now, the room smelt entirely of arousal and, rather enticingly, an aroma of vanilla.
John immediately sat up in his seat to close the distance between him and his little flower, his mouth clamping around her left nipple. Fluttershy squealed in delight, her fangs glistening in the golden light of the kitchen, as her hands rubbed the back of his head. With his hands, John groped her right breast and stroked her thigh.
The batpony grabbed both of his shoulders to support herself as she continued sitting up on his lap, feeling his rock-hard excitement pressing against her stomach as she moaned in bliss.
John took delight in making her squeal, using his teeth to, ever-so-gently, scrape her nipple as he lightly tugged on her other with his caring fingers. After a short while of this treatment, he switched sides, doing the same to her other breast so that neither was neglected. Not that he had any problem with lavishing both the lovely mounds, or the stunning pony they were attached to, with love, of course.
"Fuck, I can't take it anymore!" Fluttershy yelled, catching John by surprise at her tone and vulgar language.
Her deep red eyes bore into his own light green ones, and he could see nothing but love and desire within the crimson orbs.
"Make love to me." She uttered in a husky voice, her eyes half-lidded and her bat-like ears twitching in pleasure. Her wings, having long since unwrapped themselves from around John's chair, now rested idly behind her, folded up whilst still twitching.
The man himself felt his eyes widen in shock, a sudden worry filling him.
"F-Flutters, are...are you sure? Don't you think we should...y'know, er...take it slow? Maybe go on a couple of dates first?" He delicately asked, concern etched onto his handsome features. Fluttershy smiled, her fangs poked out of her mouth regardless, and ran her fingers along his jawline dreamily.
"John, if you're worried about whether or not I want you, or I haven't properly made my mind up on this relationship thing, then don't. I have. And sweet Celestia, I have never wanted anypony to rut me like and animal as much as I want you to." Fluttershy half-spoke, half-moaned, her voice laced with blatant desire as well as an immense amount of care and love.
Jonathan stared up at his golden lover for a moment, surprise and arousal blatant on his face, before a compassionate smile made its way onto his features.
"Alright, Flutters. If that's what you want."
"It is, sweetie." She replied without any hesitation, kissing the tip of his nose playfully.
"Then make love to you, I shall."
John had to admit, he had never once expected that the night would lead up to what it had. He also hadn't expected that his first time making love to Fluttershy would be when she was in the batpony form he'd been told so much about by both her and by her friends, who had recollected on the day those events had transpired nostalgically.
He didn't mind at all, though. She was still Fluttershy, she was still the mare he knew - she just had red eyes, fangs and bat wings. Big deal. She was still stunning, and she was just as caring and delightful to be around as she had always been.
The enchanting batpony carefully climbed off of John's lap, kneeling in front of him before fumbling clumsily with his pyjama bottoms. After a few seconds, though, the golden pony let out a a delighted squeak as she pulled both the trousers and his boxers down, exposing his throbbing cock to her eager eyes. John let out a slight sigh of satisfaction as his penis was allowed to breathe. Having it be confined in pants, especially with the sexiest pony in all of Equestria grinding along it, tended to put one a little on-edge.
He smiled as he watched her take in the sight of his member, it still bouncing ever-so-slightly after it was released from its tight confinement. From what little he knew of stallion genitalia, based on a very disturbing book on pony anatomy that Twilight had him read shortly after arriving in Equestria (which she, rather worryingly, had on-hand to show him at a moment's notice), his genitals were smaller than the average pony male's, which was apparently around eight inches. His was only six, which certainly incited some self-consciousness issues - especially as the love of his life currently analysed it with apparent awe.
It also, of course, looked rather different, too - though that was fairly obvious right from the get-go.
John winced in dread as he saw Fluttershy smile widely, still staring at his twitching member.
"Uh...do you, erm...like it?" Jonathan timidly asked, scared that she would laugh at it right in front of him or something else equally outlandish. Such was the way of paranoia.
"Of course, you cutie-pie! It's perfect!" She cooed in reply, her face having lit up, lightly gripping it as John breathed in sharply due to the sudden contact.
John smiled in response.
"Oh, thank God."
Flutters chuckled at his relief, finding everything about her human absolutely endearing. Her heart melted every time he would look down at her with his uncertain little face. But now, of course, she would change that uncertainty to sheer pleasure.
Beginning to stroke his length, her ears twitched as she heard John's loud moans of enjoyment. Her smile doubled in size, and she immediately knew that she wanted to keep him moaning for as long as she could. After all, what kind of marefriend was she if she couldn't even satisfy her man?
Her stroking quickly picked up speed, and soon she was rapidly jacking him off, sandwiching his cock between her comfortable breasts. Before he could get too close to the edge, though, Fluttershy finally gave into her primal urges. She needed to know what he tasted like, at the very least. The drops of precum dribbling down his shaft and onto her stroking fingers looked absolutely tantalising.
So, taking her hand off of his shaft, much to his displeasure, she wrapped her hot mouth snugly around the tip of his dick and licked the beads of pre that had accumulated there. Any apprehensions John had felt for a split second about the act, seeing her fangs get so close to his sensitive organ, were immediately eradicated by the ungodly amount of pleasure he felt as those soft, plump lips of Flutters' wrapped around his penis.
Stroking the top of her head with his hand, he silently spurred her on - and onwards she gleefully proceeded. His cum tasted delicious; it was salty, yet not excessively so. But at the same time, it was sweet - just like her wonderful man himself. She wanted more almost as soon as she had swallowed all the beads that he'd had thus far.
Increasing her speed, her dexterous tongue curled around his cock head and massaged it gently. John really liked that. His groans grew ever-louder, and he was gasping for breath whilst flushed a bright, adorable red colour. She began kissing the head of his dick, feeling him buck beneath her out of pure reflexive action. It felt fantastic, to her, that she could provide him with this much pleasure. She truly felt like his whole world.
Soon, she grew bolder. She sunk down on his shaft, further and further, whilst being sure to keep her fangs firmly out of the way. Her lips wrapped around him perfectly the entire way, right up to where she stopped - right at his base, with his groans having increased in volume by incredible amounts. He was groaning at just beyond regular speaking volume - an immense achievement for Fluttershy, given that everything the pair had done up to then only garnered small, tame groans and moans of satisfaction.
She giggled at his lidded eyes and 'O' shaped mouth, causing him to buck upwards into her throat once again as an even louder groan rose up from his own throat. Drops of his precious sap trickled down her gullet, and she was drunk on the stuff.
Noticing how much he seemed to love her going as deeply as she had, she began rising upwards again, watching him exhale with enjoyment before plunging all the way back down to his base once more, swallowing frantically upon reaching the bottom. John swore at the top of his lungs as the blissful sensation wracked his body with mind-numbing pleasure, causing his knees to tremble and a non-stop flow of precum to drizzle into Fluttershy's waiting, hungry mouth.
Fuck the water. She had been thirsty for this all along.
The mare's red eyes were half-lidded, primal lust filling her, as she realised that her boyfriend was close. She began rapidly bobbing up and down on his shaft, her long tongue wrapping itself all the way around it as she did. She began jacking him off as she focused only on sucking, licking and kissing his sensitive head, her vision clouded with desire. She smiled in joy as she heard him yell, "F-Fluttershy! I'm gonna- oh, God! I'm gonna cum, Flower!"
She hummed on his trembling cock, feeling the vibrations travel through the shaft and into her own hand, still furiously stroking him.
Within seconds, he growled through a jaw clenched so hard that Fluttershy was shocked his teeth hadn't shattered from the force of it - as he did so, that deliciously familiar sweet, yet salty taste filled Fluttershy's mouth in large bursts, her cutie-pie having cum spurt after spurt into her waiting maw. Being a good little batpony, she kept it all pooled in her mouth before showing her beloved that she'd caught everything, sticking her long tongue out to show just how much had pooled onto it.
Then, ensuring that he was watching, she very slowly swallowed it all, bit by bit.
Opening her mouth once more after she was done, she grinned in delight as John muttered breathlessly to her.
"Holy fucking shit, you are perfect, Flower."
Fluttershy merely giggled in response, licking her lips with a different kind of hunger than she'd had earlier in the night.
John's tiredness was a thing of the past. Especially so as she panted in arousal whilst standing from her kneeling position, immediately moving to pull her tight-fitting jeans off of those perfectly voluptuous thighs of hers.
Upon finally getting the accursed clothing off, John's mouth hung open in awe at the sight of her moist, lacy black panties, clinging to her likely-dripping marehood and perfectly outlining her flawless sex.
"Now, dearest..." She began, almost as breathless as her excited human lover. "with utmost respect, as much as I do enjoy foreplay..."
Her hands darted down to her panties, beginning to pull them down desperately.
"Please, FUCK ME!" She yelled, leaning over John so her immaculate breasts swung in his eager face as a slight growl accompanied her plea. The sound only served to turn her partner on even more. Beyond that, John's dick eagerly sprang to life at the sight of her godlike pussy. The short golden fur surrounding her precious slit was absolutely bathed in her own fluids, the clear liquids discolouring her vaginal lips and dribbling more than halfway down her large thighs before finally halting.
"Oh, God, yes!" Jonathan replied without hesitation, springing off of his chair before scooping his mare up in his arms, bridal-style, as her bat wings flapped frantically in surprise. She cooed and laughed mischievously as he bolted up the set of stairs she'd almost killed him on, running straight for his bedroom.
"Johnny, wh-what about the mess in the kitchen?!" Flutters asked through her delighted laughter.
"I'll clean it tomorrow. Right now, I have to ravage my breathtaking princess!" He exclaimed, unable to keep his excitement out of his voice as he gently set his lover down on his bed, back-first. Fluttershy felt a powerful blush coat her whole body as she bit her lip, her eyes shining alongside the moonlight that flooded into John's bedroom from his window, coating the mare in an immaculate silver gleam that made her look truly angelic, despite her vampiric features.
Well, she looked angelic to John regardless of whether or not she was beneath the moonlight, but regardless.
Fluttershy lightly chewed on her thumbnail, spreading her legs very, very slowly. John exhaled shakily, taking in the gloriously erotic spectacle. Rubbing the insides of her thighs with his hands, Jonathan then proceeded to move between her spread legs and begin kissing her, beginning with her pillowy lips before beginning to steadily, agonisingly steadily, move down her perfect figure.
As her subdued moans filled his ears, John began mixing in some licks and tongue-kisses whilst still moving downwards, having taken his time focusing on her incredible breasts once more (What could he say? He was a boob man.), before finally reaching her unblemished marehood.
He recalled her saying that she wanted him - now - and so held off from succumbing to his overwhelming desire to taste her velvety depths...for now, at least. Instead, he attempted to ensure that his first time with his beloved was a truly special experience.
Brushing her messy mane out of her eye, finally being able to fully return her mesmerising, loving gaze, John kissed his pony affectionately before brushing the tip of his penis against her dripping sex. Both he and Fluttershy groaned in pleasure, knowing what came next. Looking for her approval before proceeding any further, Jonathan smiled nervously as she nodded her head eagerly.
Being spurred on by Flutters, John grinned down at her as his crown began entering her, the man adjusting his hold on her hips, now having slid his arms beneath her legs to grab the tops of her thighs from the other side. Soon enough, following a cacophony of pleasures moans and panting, both Jonathan and Fluttershy let out a satisfied sigh as the curvy pony was completely hilted.
John was absolutely reeling, as was his lover. Flutters was so incredibly tight, despite her moisture, that every minute movement within her felt heavenly. Fluttershy, too, was amazed. Her lover truly had the perfect penis - it didn't stuff her to the point of causing pain, and it didn't leave her feeling unsatisfied. It filled her up just the right amount.
But she could stop and admire her flawless lover some other time, she decided. Looking up at his pleasure-filled face once more, she noticed he'd come to the same conclusion.
Right now, they needed to be bound together as true lovers.
And so, beginning to slowly pump in and out of her sopping wet pussy, Jonathan began savouring every sensation he could whilst also working to pleasure his marefriend to the absolute best of his ability. Every little bump and ridge within her love-cavern sent his mind spinning, and every pump of his lengthy shaft sent her eyes rolling back into her head.
Soon, the pair began picking up their pace. Fluttershy began assisting in any way she could, enhancing the pleasure felt by her grunting, moaning human. Bringing his hands to her breasts, she let him furiously knead them as he continuously sped up within her tight little snatch. She quickly began feeling a primal need consume her, desperately pulling her lover's head to her's so she could lock her lips with his.
The pair moaned into one another's mouth, lost in absolute ecstasy as their tongues intertwined - and yet John never let up, relentlessly pumping into the pony beneath him. Her leathery wings stretched out across his bed, and her tail flicked about between his legs, tickling his testicles as he thrust in and out of her cunt.
The pair's cacophonous moans filled the small room as both began reaching their respective peaks. Both partners had, at this point, become so utterly coated in liquid arousal that with every collision of their hips came a loud, wonderfully wet 'smack'. Eventually, John indicated that he was close to his horny little batpony - and that was enough to let her embrace her instincts, causing her to grab him by his shoulders and push him onto his back, Fluttershy now straddling him with a look of pure lust in her glowing eyes.
They smiled at one another as Fluttershy lifted her hips, pulling at John's shaft with her tight cunny, until only the very tip of his dick remained within her sweltering depths.
"Let's finish this, honey." The batpony groaned, pinching her dark golden nipples without ever taking her eyes off of her human.
John was feeling too good to even be able to muster words by this point, thus electing to instead nod his head blissfully, with a stupidly happy grin on his face. Kissing the pony mounting him lovingly, he lay back and waited for her to bring about the end of their long, long night.
And bring it about, she did.
Almost as soon as his head hit the mattress behind him, John nearly shot back up again due to the sheer pleasure he felt as Fluttershy wildly began spearing herself onto his lubricated cock, the beyond-horny mare letting her long tongue hang limply out of her jaw as she rode him cowgirl-style.
Placing her hands behind herself, firmly gripping John's legs, Fluttershy diligently bounced on his shaft, squealing in primal delight with every slap of her hips on his. John began thrusting up to meet her halfway through her drops, causing the both of them to cry out in sheer pleasure.
Grabbing her perfect, bouncing, sweaty tits, John did anything he could think of to them as Fluttershy's squeals of ecstasy amplified. He squeezed them, kneaded them, slapped them, and massaged them, relishing in her cries of bliss as he replied with his own in kind.
The mare's wings frantically flapped as she rose on his rod, attempting to get him as deep inside her as she could, trying desperately to coax out his warm seed. John grabbed her heeled hooves, using them as supports so that he could thrust as deeply into her as he possibly could.
In doing so, Fluttershy let out a loud yelp of surprise - he'd found her pleasure point.
And so, positioning himself accordingly, Jonathan began thrusting into his love as quickly and as roughly as he could, smiling as he heard her screeching to all of the princesses in the kingdom, and then some.
"Oh, FUCK! I'm so close, John!" Fluttershy screamed, becoming uncharacteristically loud as Jonathan rammed his cock into her eager, winking pussy with reckless abandon.
John let off a series of loud, bliss-filled moans, his twitching cock doing all the talking for him as small spurts of precum began squirting into Flutters' waiting pussy more and more frequently.
Eventually, neither lover could take the feeling of teetering on the brink any longer. John moved his hands to Fluttershy's hips, smacking her cutie mark in the process.
"F-Flower, I think I'm...g-gonna cum!" John stuttered, barely able to formulate the words as his balls tightened, though never relenting in letting the full-to-bursting sack smack against Fluttershy's hips with every powerful thrust.
"Inside! Please, cum inside me!" Fluttershy desperately begged, saliva pouring from her mouth and trickling onto her bouncing breasts.
Pulling her down onto his trembling cock at an even faster rate, John let loose an animalistic roar as Fluttershy screeched at the top of her lungs.
Finally, after what had felt like hours, John hilted himself as deep within her burning, glistening cunt as he could go, Fluttershy bending down and pressing her lips to his as both of them tumbled over the edge. They nigh-screamed into each other's mouths, Fluttershy's legs trembling as her spurting liquids made it a challenge to keep herself upright. John, too, felt slightly lightheaded as he shot what definitely the biggest load he'd ever spurted in his life deep into Fluttershy's endlessly-winking marehood. As more and more ropes of his thick semen painted her inner walls white, she gently rubbed his testicles with her soft hooves, being mindful of her 'high heels'.
After it was all, finally, said and done, the pair simply lay with one another for a while, unable to bring themselves to move from the positions they'd been in prior to orgasming. After a long, long while, though, in which both parties were rather surprised that neither one of them had succumbed to the clutches of sleep, Fluttershy managed to roll off of John's chest, coaxing him into turning to face her so that he could remain hilted within her.
Still panting, she managed to utter, "Sweet Celestia...that was...absolutely...amazing."
John nodded his head rapidly, staring her in the eyes.
"You were amazing."
Fluttershy simply blushed deeply in response, almost proving to be indiscernible on her already heavily-flushed skin. John laughed, and soon she joined in. His happiness was certainly contagious.
"So...I guess this means we're a couple now, huh?" Fluttershy panted, her eyes, beginning to revert from red to her usual aqua green colour, holding barely-contained excitement and exhilaration within their pooling depths. As a matter-of-fact, it was not just her eyes that were changing. Flutter's hair began become less unkempt, very slowly, her ears began shrinking to their usual size, and even her wings were beginning to straighten out from their membranous shape and were beginning to grow new yellow feathers on their surfaces.
Jonathan looked at her, getting lost in her irises once again. The swirling pools of shifting colours mesmerised him, and he stared right into them as he gently nodded yes - before tacking on an uncertain, "Well, erm, if you want us to be one, at least."
He was going to ramble on more, beginning to doubt himself slightly, but was promptly silenced by Fluttershy cupping his face in her hands and wrapping him up in a deep kiss. The meaning of the gesture, given their subject of conversation, was not lost on him as he smiled at her gratefully.
"Of course I do, you silly little cutie-pie."