A Taste Like No Other
Fluttershy stares down at the nearly-empty basket of apples on her kitchen table. She swallows hard, attempting to reach out a wing to grab the last one, but can’t force her limb to listen. She sits down on the floor with a huff, staring miserably down at her hooves.
After the initial incident with the bats, her friends where able to talk some sense into Fluttershy. Their attempts to change her back to normal were a resounding failure, but ultimately, she didn’t mind too much. The first three months of her life as a vampire bat pony where hardly any different from her usual life. She’s become mostly nocturnal, needs sunglasses on bright days, and had to set up a monthly payment plan with the apple family for deliveries of large quantities of apples.
Other than that, nothing changed. Ponies in town still knew who she was and treated her the same. Her animals still liked her, though some where a little confused at first, and the nocturnal animals she works with were certainly happy to see more of her.
She was also more comfortable flying, which has been an amazing improvement. Not having feathers anymore has helped her be less overwhelmed, and it’s much easier to travel by air now.
And she’s gotten much closer to Applejack as well - the nightly apple deliveries are Applejack’s last chore of the day, right before bedtime, and has led to the two sharing a cup of tea together most nights.
Fluttershy was happy with her life. Was, until recently, doing better than ever.
But this past week and a half has been hard. No matter how many apples she drains, her thirst simply cannot be quenched. She also hasn't been able to stomach anything else - those first three months, her taste for non-apple foods was certainly diminished, but she still ate salad and hayburgers and all the things she'd normally have, just less of them and more of the apples. Now, everything tastes like some kind of burnt dust, like she licked the top of an old stove. Even the apples taste poor, now. They still taste like apple, at least, but stale, just a hint of flavor. And they make her mouth so dry.
She's so thirsty...
She stares at the apple in the basket. It's brilliant red surface shines in the moonlight - That late already? It was sunset last time I checked... - and it smells crisp and sweet. It's a beautiful apple. Why does it make her stomach churn to look at? Her mouth feels dry, her fangs feel somehow even longer than normal, and her house is dead silent.
Fluttershy perks up her ears, so much bigger and more sensitive than she's used to. They swivel, taking in her surroundings, her eyes still boring metaphorical holes into that last apple. The cabin is silent - the usual snores and rustling and clitter-clattering is absent. Not even Angel, who has mostly transitioned into a night schedule by now, seems to be home. Her house is so quiet, in fact, that she can hear the clip-clop of hooves coming over the bridge and up the path to her door. Applejack must be here, pulling a wagon of more of those Luna-forsaken apples.
Fluttershy whips her gaze towards the front door, hissing and baring her fangs. The hostility is sudden and unexpected, but no matter how hard she tries she can't reign in her feelings of disgust. As Applejack approaches the door, Fluttershy begins to become aware of another sound - a rhythmic thump-thump-thump growing louder as the hoofsteps come closer.
She's so thirsty. Thump, thump, thump.
A heartbeat. A churning of blood. A saving grace, in the form of an Apple.
Her mouth waters, and she creeps towards the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
thump-thump-thump
"Fluttershy? Ah've got yer dinner. It's mighty cold out here so ah was hopin' we could do tea tonight? That way ah won't freeze on the way back up to th' farm."
thump-thump-thump-thump
"Fluttershy? You in there?"
The door creaks open, slowly revealing the dimly lit cottage. Applejack's brow furrows in confusion, but she unhooks her wagon and begins to place the baskets inside despite the strange circumstances. "You, uhh...You in the kitchen, sugarcube?" She calls out, stepping inside and raising a hindleg to kick the door closed. Before her hoof makes contact with the wood, however, she hears the slow creak of the door closing behind her. She spins around, her stance widening, but - nothing. Just a door. A door that somehow closed on it's own.
thump-thump-thump-thump-thump
"Very funny, Shy. Ah didn't think you was the type for pranks." Applejack called out, her voice raised but level. Her voice might not betray the spark of fear she felt, but the quickening of her heartbeat sure did - and it was like music to Fluttershy's ears. Her eyes glisten scarlet from her perch on the ceiling, her slit pupils trained directly upon her guests' juicy apple of a flank. Now that looked like an apple she could sink her teeth into...
Just as Applejack starts to call out again, she's suddenly knocked onto the floor as a heavy weight lands on her back. The wind is knocked out of her all at once, momentarily dazing her - and that one second of delay is all that Fluttershy needs, as her feral instincts take over. Applejack feels two hooves press into the back of her skull, her jaw being pressed painfully into the floorboards. Then pain, sudden and vastly worse than anything she's ever felt before, blooms from her throat. Her hooves scrabble on the floor, but quickly they become slow and heavy - its like fire is coursing through her veins. Cold, electric fire that slows her down and takes her breath away.
Fluttershy moans out a deep, sensual noise as her fangs sink into Applejack's soft fur and skin as if it where the ripest, juiciest apple of all time. Blood fills her mouth quickly, and she eagerly slurps it down, her tongue teasing the skin around the wound to induce more blood flow. Applejack tries to jerk, to roll, to do anything to get away - but manages only a few pathetic twitches. It reminds her that time she saw a cow die by snake bite - paralyzed, unable to move, but obviously in pain. She tries to call out, but only a weak gurgle escapes her throat. Even moving her tongue proves to be too daunting a task for Applejack, though thankfully, her lungs seem to still be functioning.
Realizing that her prey can't escape, Fluttershy releases Applejack's skull and plants her hooves on the floor instead. Seeing the yellow hooves touch the floorboards on either side of her face, Applejack suddenly realizes that this attacker may very well be the friend she came to visit. She tries to shout, to plead, to question - but all she can do is breath, and even that seems to be a struggle. Her tongue is thick in her mouth, and numb. All of her extremities are numb. Panic fills her more than ever.
Then, as suddenly as it started, Applejack feels the mouth move away from her neck. The hooves move forward, and a dull pink tail drapes over Applejack’s face. Unable to close or even twitch her eyelids, the hairs scrape over her eyes and make them water in irritation and pain. The blurry form of Fluttershy stands over her, face and neck painted red.
Applejack’s entire body screams at her to run. There’s more adrenaline in her body than she’s ever had before, making her heart pound - an unfortunate reality, as it forces more and more blood out of her neck. She feels hooves grasp her torso and lift, leaning her back against the front door. It feels cold. Everything feels cold, except the hot and wet tongue of Fluttershy returning to her neck. The wet slurping sounds resume, this time joined by the rubbing of something wet against her thigh. Applejack has no idea what it is. The world is dark and blurry, her body is cold. It smells like apples and bits in here. And rabbit fur. And birds.
Why can't she blink? She can't remember. Who's licking her neck? Its dark. Its cold. She decides to take a nap.
Fluttershy doesn't notice Applejack go limp. She's too busy grinding her aching pussy into the farmpony's thick thighs, too busy slurping with all her might at the delicious blood. She pauses a moment to let out a loud, guttural burp - loud enough to shake the windows of the cabin - and dives right back in to her feast, happily suckling and humping.
Her tummy feels full, so full it almost hurts, but she can't find it in her to care. The soft cream fur of her tummy presses into the cold sweat-damp fur of Applejack, the muscular earth pony somehow now thinner than before. The blood is hard to get out now, and Fluttershy moves down - her thoughts are hardly words at this point, but the concept of gravity does float by. She attempts to move one forehoof down to continue masturbating, but finds that her tummy is so full of Applejack that she can't reach her own pussy anymore. She groans in frustration, but decides that the blood is so delicious that she'd prefer to finish her meal than to chase her orgasm.
She settles on the floor, right in front of Applejack's dark orange muff. It smells of sweat and sweet apples and of cold skin. Fluttershy had always found the farmer hot, but had never been brave enough to tell her. Right now, though, she's too euphoric to be shy - she finds Applejack's clit and starts to lick it settling her mouth comfortably around the massive gumball. Her fangs sink in just above it, and suddenly she's in heaven all over again, slurping up blood and 'apple cider' all at once. She flattens out her thighs behind her, grinding on the floor as best she can. Her stomach balloons out to her sides, uncomfortably pressed into the hard wood floor.
As the blood runs dry once again, Fluttershy moves - she bites the thighs, the stomach, the haunches, she even tries to sink her teeth into Applejack's ankles. Finally, she sits back, and acknowledges that there is no more blood in Applejack. She looks over the corpse of her friend, and, feeling her thoughts return to her, attempts to feel remorse. It's hard, though, staring at the spread legs and gaping mouth of the sexy orange mare.
Stretching out one wing, Fluttershy pulls Applejack to the ground, and promptly sits on her face. The cold, drool-soaked muzzle of her friend feels amazing on the fiery, swollen lips of her cunt. She can't see Applejack at all through her massive swollen gut - but she imagines that it looks extremely hot, and begins to happily grind herself to completion.
She pants, staring into the perfectly visible dark of her house. The apples don't even look good anymore - all she can imagine is sleeping off this excess weight, and setting out into the night to find another friend. She grip's Applejack's head with her thighs tightly as she pictures them. Rarity's white fur would looks so beautiful covered in red, and Pinkie would taste so sweet...
With a silent yell she climaxes, squirting all over Applejack's ruined face.
...Ruined? She steps back, still shaking in pleasure, and looks down. Her thighs had crushed the mare's head as they clenched and squirmed, leaving behind a ruined mess of bone and brain. Fluttershy looks at her hooves, surprised by her sudden strength. Being a vampire has it's perks, she supposes, as she heaves her massive, bloated tummy up the stairs and towards her bedroom. She lets out another massive belch as it drags up the stairs, splattering the wall with red spit as she does so. I'll clean it up tomorrow... She thinks, settling into her comfy mattress and cocooning herself within a massive ball of blankets.
She falls asleep so fast she doesn't have any time to consider how she knows that strength comes with being a vampire, or how absurd it is that she left a corpse pressed against her front door. That's future Fluttershy's problem.