Enthralled (Fluttervamp)

>Attendance was a commonly overlooked quality in students at Canterlot High.
>It was considered normal for Shimmer to be absent in a majority of her classes.
>The reply to inquiry was a dismissive wave followed by the standard response, “Celestia doesn’t care. Shimmer’s too hot to touch anyway.”
>But when often extant students disappeared, red flags were thrown like roses at a wedding.

>”Ah just don’t get it, girls. Where in tarnation could Fluttershy be?” Applejack poked at her peas with her spork, trying to build a mini-pyramid with them.
>”I’m sure she’s on some animal retreat,” Rainbow said, “You know her and animals.”
>”They wouldn’t schedule a retreat for the middle of the school year, Rainbow,” Twilight gulped a spoonful of mashed potatoes, “You can’t conflict with a minor’s school schedule---that would cause truancy.”
>”Yeah yeah, I know,” Rainbow frowned, “But I can’t think of anything else. It’s not like her to play hooky.”
“Not at all,” Norman sat beside the girls a few seats to the left.
>He was welcome at their table, but they felt uncomfortable having Norman too close to them.
>Still, he was regarded as a trusting friend, and his advice was often followed.

>”Do you have any ideas, Norman?” Twilight asked, “What’s your perspective?”
“Maybe she’s sick?”
>The table fell silent as the girls stared at each other.
>”Why didn’t WE think of that?” They said in unison. Norman sighed and went back to his lunch.
>Sometimes he wondered why they couldn’t see the simplest answers to their problems.
>Unfortunately, his simple answer had only opened more doors for conversation.

>”Ya think she’s got rabies?” Applejack said, “I mean, maybe workin’ with all those critters has caught up to her.”
>”Don’t be silly, Applejack,” Twilight said, “Fluttershy’s not dumb. She got a rabies vaccine years ago. It was a requirement for her veterinary studies.”
>”Just a thought.”
>”Whatever it is, someone should go over and see if she’s alright,” Twilight stated, “Anyone want to volunteer?”
>Norman was quick to take the bait. Playing the hero would definitely raise his standing with the girls.
“I’ll do it!” Norman shouted, making sure the girls heard him, “I’ll go make sure she’s okay, I mean.”
>”You would do that?” Twilight said, “That’s very nice of you, Norman. Here, let me write down her address.”
>A few hours later, with a scrap of paper with Fluttershy’s address in his hand, Norman set out to check up on the reclusive girl.

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>Norman rapped on the oaken door to Fluttershy’s cabin, tapping his foot impatiently.
>He’d been waiting for the past five minutes. He’d hoped that someone would be watching Fluttershy and open the door for him, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
>Norman walked off the porch and around the right side of the house.
>He saw an orange light flickering out from a small, four-pane window.
>He peered inside and saw the pale, pink-haired girl lying on her bed, a green blanket shrouding all but her face.
>Pictures of animals littered the walls of the room, accompanied by numerous terrariums filled with smaller creatures.
>Norman peered at one particular chamber which held two mice. One was freely gnawing on a piece of cheese, but the other was stiff, almost frozen.
>On its spine were two small puncture marks, a tiny scar of blood running from each one.
>Norman shrugged. It was probably a snake bite.
>Thinking back to his mission, he tapped his knuckle on the window.
>The old glass shook in its pane, causing the girl to stir.
>She turned to the window and gazed at Norman with her eyes half open.
>A smile stretched across her face. It looked like all her energy went into making the smile genuine.
>Norman smiled back, giving her a wave before pointing at the bottom of the window.
>Fluttershy nodded and mouthed, “It’s unlocked”.
>Norman gripped the bottom of the pane and pulled upward. The old joints of the pane creaked as it slid upward.
>Cold air swirled past him into the room. Norman cringed from the icy breeze but Fluttershy hardly flinched.
>Norman swung her leg inside and quickly clambered through the window.
>He turned and shut the pane, preventing the cottage from getting any colder.

“Jeez, Fluttershy,” Norman said, hugging his chest tightly, “Since when do sleep in an icebox?”
>”Sorry, Norman,” Fluttershy whispered, her voice like a snake’s hiss, “I’ve just been feeling so hot recently. I think it’s the fever.”
“You could at least get some heat in here, Flutters,” Norman sat beside the candle like a campfire, rubbing his hands for any source of heat.
>He heard a rattling from the far wall. He turned to see another window covered by blinds.
>He stood up and walked over to the window.
“Come on,” Norman laughed, “Let’s get the sun in here. Maybe it’ll warm you up a bit.”
>He pulled the cord and the blinds folded upwards, flooding the room with light.
>Fluttershy squealed and threw her hand in the air, her eyes shut tight.
>”Norman! Please! Close the blinds!”
“What’s wrong, Flutters?”
>”Nothing, it’s just...too bright...I’m too tired…”
“If you insist,” Norman let go of the cord and the darkness returned.
>”Thank you. It was nice of you to visit me, Norman.”
“It’s nice to see you too, Fluttershy. You’re not looking too good, though. You alright?”
>”I’ve been better,” Fluttershy coughed, “I’ve just had a bad fever.”
“How long have you been under?”
>”I dunno, if I had to guess, I’d say about a week. I’ve just had these heat spells, like my blood’s on fire.”
“Anything else wrong? It looks like more than just overheating.”
>”I’ve been really thirsty, and my head feels like it’s floating on a lake.”
“Anything else?”
>”My teeth have been aching for days, and everything is so bright. Even that candle is giving me a headache.”
“Sounds like a really bad head cold, Fluttershy,” Norman said, feeling her forehead with the back of his hand, “You want me to get you some medicine? I can swing by the pharmacy and pick you up some Tylenol or something.”
>”I’d like that, Norman, thank you,” Fluttershy smiled again, her skin stretching over her cheekbones.
“I’ll be right back, then,” Norman grabbed his keys and headed towards the door.
>”Hey, Norman?” Fluttershy squeaked.
“Yeah, Flutters?”
>”What time is it?”
>Norman glanced at his watch.
“About half past five, Fluttershy. Anything else?”
>”Can you...stay the night? It would be nice to have some company.”
“Sure thing, but---are you contagious?”
>”Sorta. It’s not airborne.”
“Oh, I guess that’s fine. I’ll stay here if you’re lonely Flutters.”
>”Thanks, Norman. See you soon.”
“Likewise,” Norman turned and shut the door behind him.

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>Norman grabbed the pharmacy bag and made his way to the front door of the cabin.
>He knocked a few times and pushed open the door with his shoulder.
“Fluttershy! I’m back!”
>Fluttershy’s bedroom was easy to find---a large picture of a rabbit adorned the door.
“Fluttershy?” Norman pushed open the door, “I got the medicine for you!”
>Norman shook the bottle and the pills rattled in their container.
>”Oh, Norman, you’re back,” Fluttershy whispered, “Can you put the bottle on my dresser, please?”
>He nodded and placed the medicine beside her head.
“Want any now?”
>”I think I’m alright. I’ll probably need one before I go to sleep, though.”
“Whatever you say, Flutters,” Norman looked around, “It’s pretty dark in here, you know?”
>”I told you the light gives me a headache,” Fluttershy whined.
“Alright, alright, sheesh. Do you want me to get you something to eat?”
>”That would be lovely, Norman, but...can you do one last thing for me?”
“Sure thing, Flutters. Ask away.”
>”Can you...um...fluff my pillow?”
>Norman blinked at her. He swallowed a couple times before responding.
“Uh...sure?”
>He walked over to her bedside and leaned over her head.
>His shirt hovered just above her face as he gripped the sides of the pillow.
>”Hey, Norman,” Fluttershy whispered as she grabbed his chin, “I think I know what I want to eat.”
“Oh really?” Norman said, putting the pillow back down and staring down at her, “What do you want?”
>”I’m looking at him,” Fluttershy’s eyes flashed red and Norman felt his body stiffen.

>He tried to turn away from her eyes but it wasn’t any use.
>He found his gaze locked with hers, unable to move, while a dull electricity creeped along his body.
>Every muscle froze solid from his neck to his toes, straightening him out like a board.
>Fluttershy never looked away, almost as if she was balancing Norman’s frozen body with her gaze.
>Norman tried to shout---beg for an answer to what was happening---but his words were as immovable as his body.
>Fluttershy licked her lips and her mouth hung slightly ajar.
>She lunged towards Norman’s neck and he shut his eyes.
>But nothing happened. Fluttershy’s heated breath lapped at his skin, nursing a wound that never opened.
>She looked up at Norman and flashed him a look of pity.
“I know my mom told me not to play with my food,” she said, “But I think you deserve an explanation.”
>Norman felt a strong force lift and rotate him upright.
>Fluttershy’s face was skewed in concentration.
>She folded his body at the hip and placed him gently on the floor.
>”Oh! Sorry! Give me a second!” Norman felt himself rise off the floor and set down on a much softer surface.
>”There,” Fluttershy said, “I hope that’s comfortable enough. Now let me explain.”
>She lifted from the bed with a ballerina’s grace, her blanket falling away as she rose into the air.
>Norman couldn’t believe it was the same woman from hours ago.

>Her skin was white as a pearl and just as flawless. It was as if she was cast in a porcelain shell.
>She was clad in a jet-black gown with a crimson trim. Her entire body from the neck down was covered save for a circular cut-out at her abdomen.
>The hole was about a foot in diameter a tiny dot resting in the center.

>Her hands and feet were cloaked by pointed gloves and high heels that shared a dark-red hue.
>The most striking feature of her outfit were webs of black lace stretching under her arms and down to her spine.
>It made her look like a bat taking off, lifting into the air and wings outstretched, ready to descend on its prey.
>And Norman was sure he was on the bad end of that relationship.
>Fluttershy set herself down in front of him, the floorboards creaking from the light pressure.

>”Well, uh, goodness---where do I start?” Her voice was cold and sharp like shattered ice, far different than a few hours ago.
>If Norman could move, his brow would be furrowed, and his lips would form the words, “You could start by telling me why you’re a god damned vampire.”

>”I bet you’re wondering why I look...different. My memory is cloudy, but I remember Twilight needing me to watch one of her pets. I tried to give it a treat but it bit me on the wrist. It stung for a little bit, but it was nothing, really. I’ve had bee stings that felt worse than that.”

>Fluttershy floated over to the bed and sat at its foot.
>She planted her hands into the mattress and leaned back, her pale-pink hair trailing down to the blanket.
>She shut her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing.

>”A few hours after the bite I started to feel really cold...like my blood was freezing. I called the doctor to see if I’d caught anything, but he said it was like nothing he’d ever seen before. He gave me some flu medicine and told me it’d pass over. So I did, I took the little blue pills and went to sleep. When I woke up, the night was young and my head was on fire. I went up to get a drink, but everything I tried tasted like dust! Water, milk, orange juice, tea, soda, you name it, it tasted terrible! I gave up and went back to my room---there I got the most delicious smell. I followed my nose all around my room. It was like someone had opened a can of cat food, and I was the cat. I stopped at my gerbil cage. They didn’t smell normal, they smelled...delicious. I picked one up, Charles, I think his name was, and bit him. You can call it a love bite, but my teeth must have went halfway through him. I immediately felt the pain in my head disappear, like it was rejuvenating me. Poor Charles never knew what I was doing to him.”

>Norman sat in silence (not that he had any other choice) at her horrid story.
“So it wasn’t a snake bite,” he thought glumly.

>The worst part was,” Fluttershy continued, “was that I didn’t even feel bad about it! I can’t stand to kill a helpless creature, but Charles was different. I felt like I would die if I didn’t feed on him. You can’t get mad at a tiger for killing its food, can you?”



>Norman didn’t know who to be more worried about, Charles, Fluttershy, or himself.
>But when Fluttershy started walking towards him, her fangs flashing in the moonlight, his life became his top priority.

>She sat in front of him, just outside the reach of his toes.
>”For a couple days after Charles’s...demise, my body was surging with energy! It felt like I could take on the world and still have enough strength to run a marathon! I picked up my backpack and stepped outside, but...well...I suppose you know what happens to my kind in the sun.”

>Indeed he did. Norman had a surreal image of Fluttershy melting into a puddle on the ground, smoke billowing from her skin as the sun beat down on her.
>Fluttershy pulled off her left glove and held it out for Norman to see.
>On the back of her hand was a circular mark, about two inches in diameter, cracked and blackened like burned toast.
>Fluttershy didn’t look at Norman, but he could see her face flushed with embarrassment.
>It was the only blemish on her otherwise perfect body, and it was her fault.

>”Luckily it was cold out, so I was pretty well covered, but I never wear mittens. I like feeling the winter breeze on my palms. Guess I’ll never feel it again.”

>Fluttershy was downcast. Where Norman once held fear for the girl he now held pity.
>He was still wary about her; her fangs were still primed for use. He couldn’t let his guard down for a moment.

>”So, as you can tell, that’s why I haven’t gone to school recently. If I step outside, I wouldn’t last more than a few minutes. I haven’t seen the sun in days, listened to the birds chirping, or felt the ground squish between my toes. I’ve been stuck in this room, lying on my bed, alone, cold...and hungry.”

>The last word made Norman’s blood run cold. His future looked grim.

>”That’s why I’m glad you’re here, Norman,” Her voice was venomous yet sultry, like how a snake would speak to a mouse before it becomes the viper’s lunch.
>”It took me by surprise really,” she continued, “I expected one of the girls to get here, which would have solved one problem. But they wouldn’t be able to help me with...another issue.”
“Oh no…” Norman thought, “She’s already got me on the menu. What else could she need?”
>”You see, blood isn’t the only thing I’ve had a...thirst for…”






>Fluttershy’s eyes flashed and her grin widened. Her fangs glistened menacingly in the light.
>She looked almost sleepy with her drooping eyelids, but Norman could tell she was up to something.
>Placing her knees on either side of his stiffened legs, she bent her body down over his, her breasts hovering just above his chest.
>Fluttershy’s humid breath spilled over his neck as she crawled closer to her prey.
>Norman’s chest pounded as she caressed his cheek, her nose just inches from his own.
>She shot him a quick glance before moving to his neck, drawing her tongue along the sensitive flesh.
>Norman’s neck tightened from the sudden sting of pleasure, but he couldn’t get rid of the thought that she was merely tasting her meal.

“Let’s see if you taste any better than Charles,” Fluttershy hissed. Norman saw her fangs flash out of the corner of his eyes before a searing pain shot through his body.

>With his throat frozen, Norman couldn’t scream. He wasn’t even allowed to shut his eyes.
>He could only sit in complete silence as his blood drained away from his neck.
>Fluttershy moaned between sucks, relishing in the fresh, hot blood pouring down her throat.
>Norman’s blood, compared to Charles’s, wasn’t just sweeter, but also more metallic.
>It felt like she was chewing on aluminum foil, but her body didn’t protest.
>Norman was just as delicious as she imagined him to be, and she wanted to drain him dry.
>But just a few seconds into her feeding, she removed her fangs from his neck.
>She wasn’t done with him yet.

>Norman’s breaths were deep and pained as Fluttershy stared back at him, her mouth dripping with blood---HIS blood.
>A broad smile adorned her face; it was the happiest Norman had seen her all day, a look of pure ecstasy.
>Her face had filled out, bright and yellow like the sun she feared.

>”Sorry,” she cooed, “I guess I got a little...carried away there. You just tasted so good.”

>Norman would have taken that as a compliment, although he wasn’t in the state of mind to do so.
>He simply stared at the far wall, with at least a third of his blood tapped out, pondering her next move.
>Was she going to slowly drain him of his blood, farming him slowly for sustenance? He didn’t know, but something in the back of his mind led him to believe she wasn’t quite finished.

>”Remember how I said that I had…more than one problem?” Fluttershy whispered, “It could have been done with a woman, but they lack a certain...something...that I needed…”


>Norman didn’t like the sound of that. Her voice was a strained whisper, yet it still carried a sultry tone.

>”It’s okay if you don’t want to help, Norman,” Fluttershy said, “But you’re still going to give me what I want…”
>Fluttershy leaned over his body, nearly smothering him with her chest, and opened her eyes.
>Norman had no choice but to stare back into her gaze. In an instant he felt locked in.
>He stared straight into her pupils, which glimmered with an eerie crimson glow.
>His mind tingled as hundreds of tiny invisible fingers pried into his head.
>Norman shook from the messages pumped into his brain, all in a demonic whisper.

>”Obey...Ooobeeeeey...You must follow the owner of your blood...you cannot disagree...you belong to me now...you are...my thrall…”

>The message repeated countless times in his head. Norman tried to resist them, but their persistence was astonishing.
>The more he listened to their words, the more he realized how right they sounded.
>Fluttershy was kind enough to use HIS blood, and he did help her in her time of need.
>She would never hurt him, why would he dare hurt her? Disrespect her? Disobey her?
>After all she’d done for him, all she wanted was his help. How could he refuse?

>Fluttershy smiled wickedly as Norman’s eyes glazed over.
>They’d lost their shine; they looked as though they’d been painted on.
>She shut her eyes and exhaled, admiring her work. With a quick little stare she’d turned a human into nothing more than a statue.
>And it was all hers to toy with.

>”Wake up, Norman,” Fluttershy snapped her fingers, “Your master needs you.”

>Norman blinked. He slowly moved his limbs, checking to see each one still worked.
>He looked up at the woman towering over him. Her face was warm and kind.

“I am awake, Master,” Norman nodded, “I would never sleep when you need me.”
>”Please, just call me Fluttershy. Master just sounds...weird.”
“As you wish, Fluttershy,” Norman smiled goofily. “You needed my help, milady?”
>”Indeed, thrall,” she cooed. She wondered how she would approach the topic at hand.

>Fluttershy strutted to the bed, her hips swaying as she walked.
>She swung her leg over the mattress and splayed her body across the bed.
>Norman’s jaw hung loose as Fluttershy made herself more comfortable.
>She brought her arms above her head, running her hands through her gossamer hair.
>Her breasts stretched upwards, easily doubling their girth.
>The dress protested, threatening to burst if her orbs expanded any further.
>Fluttershy tried her best to make it look like she was yawning, but her acting was lackluster.
>She parted her legs and bent her knees, giving Norman an unobstructed view of her crotch.
>A tiny groove in the tight fabric made Norman’s heart leap.
>Fluttershy looked sedated with her eyelids drooping and her smile held loosely between her cheeks.
>One arm went limp, sliding over her breasts and down her stomach.
>Her hand pointed as it neared her groin as Fluttershy braced herself against the mattress.
>She bit her tongue to keep from crying out as she graced her clit with her fingertips.
>Slowly she traced her slit with her quivering hand, trying to keep a straight face all the while.
>Every once and a while she would look over her body to see Norman’s reaction, and after a few runs against her groove she noticed his body finally responding.

>His face was slack and flushed with blood, his eyes frozen on the space between her thighs.
>Fluttershy smiled when she saw the pronounced bulge in his trousers, a clear indication of her beauty.
>She thought about the beast that was trying to poke through his pants and all the wonderful things it could do to her.
>She pictured his shaft running between her soft breasts, and parting her aching folds.
>Her head sunk into the pillow and her back arched. Seduction and control be damned.
>Completely ignoring Norman (save for his bulge), Fluttershy’s hand picked up speed and dug harder into the fabric.
>She ran her free hand along her breasts, imagining how Norman would play with them.
>Norman was having similar thoughts through his torture. There he was, within a few steps of a horny girl, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.
>It’s not that he didn’t want to; he physically couldn’t.
>His master had not given him permission to make a move. He could only sit there and watch Fluttershy explore her body.
>It didn’t help that his erection was threatening to bore a hole in his pants.
>He wanted to tend to it, but as far as he was concerned, he was forbidden to do so.
>He listened carefully for something, ANY word from his master to let him relieve himself, or better yet, join her.

>Fluttershy winced again from her furious churning, and she couldn’t resist the pleasure anymore.
>She slipped her hand to the zipper of dress and began to pull, Halfway down, however, she stopped.
>She looked at the hapless boy sitting at the far wall, his trousers stained from the first traces of precum, and smiled wickedly.
>Why would she need to waste precious energy getting undressed herself?




>”Oh, Norman! Would you mind...helping me with something?”
>Norman’s face lit up and he sprang to his feet.
>Fluttershy blushed as his erection became even more pronounced.
“Not at all, Fluttershy,” he answered sharply, “What do you need?”
>”I need you to undress me, thrall,” she said, trying to sound as professional as possible, “I’ve been feeling...overheated.”

>Norman had no objection and hurriedly rush to her side.
>Fluttershy swung her legs over the edge of the bed, keeping them parted.

>”The zipper is on the back, Norman. Just pull it down and the whole thing will slide right off.”
>The mattress creaked as he climbed behind her. He quickly found the zipper between her shoulder blades.
>It was incredibly small, hardly bigger than a grain of rice, and matched the color of the dress.
>The zipper was hard enough to grab but Norman’s quivering hands only made it more difficult.
>His situation was compounded by his desperate attempts to keep his member from prodding her back, which was proving to be quite the challenge.
>Eventually he loosened the zipper, and just as Fluttershy had told him, the dress easily slid down her body.
>The more he pulled the more he could see of her pale yellow skin.
>Her back was well-toned and her spine formed a shallow groove down the center.
>The only obstruction to his few was the back strap of a black-lace bra.
>Fluttershy lifted her bottom to allow Norman to slip the dress to her knees, but he couldn’t quite get it off her legs.
>Quickly thinking he leapt from the bed and raced in front of her to yank the dress from around her ankles.
>Fluttershy sighed, relishing in the cool draft billowing over her exposed skin.
>Norman looked up and realized his position. He was parked between her thighs, with Fluttershy’s crotch a mere foot from his face.
>He could feel the heat from it burning through the fabric and out to his face. Drops of clear fluid beaded on the fabric.
>All he had to do was lean forward...and he would be immersed in her warmth.
>But his task was not done, as Fluttershy soon reminded him.

“What are you waiting for, thrall? I told you to undress me!”
>Fluttershy pointed her feet and held her arms outward, showing Norman her gloves and shoes.
>He nodded and removed her shoes with ease. When he reached her hands, however, a powerful scent overpowered him.





>He looked at the gloves in his hand and realized that these gloves had caressed the sacred slit, dipped into the honeypot.
>He stared at the attire, wondering if Fluttershy would notice just a tiny lick of the enticing glove.
>One glance was enough to tell him to put the gloves down and try his best to ignore them.
>He wasted little time unhooking her bra but stopped for a moment to admire her gorgeous breasts.
>They were fairly perky for such a small girl, and they seemed to defy gravity in the way they hung on her chest.
>He shot one last look at them before moving to the final article to remove, the black panties he’d stared at moments before.
>Hooking his fingers around the straps he pulled them down around her thighs.
>He met a slight resistance from the fabric sticking to her crotch, but soon her panties were lying on the floor.
>Norman paused to fully take in the sight of her folds.
>The heat was almost unbearable; he wasn’t sure how much longer Fluttershy would hold him in sexual limbo.
>He wouldn’t have to wait long.

>”Thank you, thrall,” Fluttershy sighed, “You don’t know how hot I was under there.”
“I can tell, Mistress!” Norman said, “I can feel the heat from here!”
>”Are you sure that’s me who’s feeling hot...or is it just you?”
>Norman’s face flushed red from his master’s question.
>”I’ve been watching you ever since I first lied on the bed...You’ve been staring at my body, longing for it, begging for just a little touch…”
>She ran her hand to her folds and dug a finger under each lip.
>Norman swallowed hard as she parted her lips, displaying her butterfly’s full wingspan.

>”You’ve been very obedient, Norman,” Fluttershy cooed, “Perhaps you deserve a reward…”
>Norman looked up her, waiting for the final word of approval.
>His prayers were answered when she gave the tiniest nod and parted her legs further.
>He started to crawl towards his treasure, his tongue primed for action.
>Just before he made contact, however, a dainty hand shielded his target.

>”Wait just a moment, Norman,” she said, “I don’t think it’s fair for your master to be nude but not you. Do you think that’s fair?”
“Not at all, Fluttershy.”
>”Glad you agree. Now, please take off your clothes.”
>Norman nodded and sat back up.
>He pulled his shirt up above his head and threw it into the pile. His hat caught in the shirt and went with it.
>Fluttershy’s eyes danced along his naked chest. It was a nice sight, sure, but the real treasure bulged against his trousers.
>Her eyes flashed as Norman undid the button of his slacks and unzipped his fly.
>The flaps gave way quickly from the pressure of Norman’s erection as his pants fell to his ankles.
>He stepped out of them, causing the bulge to quiver slightly in his boxers.
>Fluttershy smirked at the sight of a tiny damp spot right at the peak of the mountain at his crotch.
>Norman hesitated a bit as he grabbed the waistband of his boxers. He wasn’t sure how she would react.
>Her eyes had a peculiar hunger to them as he slowly pulled them down around his thighs.
>Fluttershy’s eyes widened as a beige shaft was slowly unveiled.
>She licked her lips, thinking of how large it would be.
>The blood pumping through it was as enticing to her as a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk.
>Norman winced as his waistband passed over the tip of his shaft.
>Freed from its prison, his dick shot up at a sharp angle, pointing right at Fluttershy’s face.
>Fluttershy blushed as the phallus bounced a few feet in front of her.
>She was a bit disappointed; it looked a lot bigger in his pants. She couldn’t disagree that it was sufficient in size, and probably held several ounces of blood.
>It would be hers to control, hers to guide. With just a few words she could make it do so many things to her.
>But of course, Norman wouldn’t have his fun just yet. Not before she did.

>”Much better,” Fluttershy cooed, “Now I can properly see you.”
>Norman’s face was as red as his jacket. He stood still and waited anxiously for his next command.

>”Norman,” she hissed, uncovering her spread slit, “Come and service me.”
>Norman didn’t hesitate for a moment. Before Fluttershy could blink he was on his knees, moving closer to her.
>Fluttershy looked down at him, eagerly awaiting his tongue inside her.
>Her heart stopped when Norman’s nose disappeared beneath her clit.
>She braced herself for his tongue but instead felt a pair of fingers pull her lips apart.
>Hot air billowed over her exposed folds, heating the already burning skin.
>Norman took one last breath to savor it, before ruthlessly jabbing his tongue into her slit.
>Fluttershy gasped, taken off-guard by the sudden sting of ecstasy.
>His tongue was deft, dancing between her lips and gliding around her clit.
>He dug deep into the hood, exploring the full length of her clit.
>Norman continued, spurred on by his master’s deep moans and labored breathing.
>Fluttershy’s head was nowhere to be seen over her heaving breasts.
>Norman was a little disappointed in not being able to see his master’s face, but her sounds were more than satisfying.




>He could feel his member twitching violently with every moan she made, like they sent a shock through his spine.
>He held her lips apart during the entire assault, prodding her tunnel menacingly.
>Every poke brought his tongue deeper inside, but it was an incredibly tight fit even just an inch in.
>He couldn’t imagine being able to fit his full tongue in, let alone his dick.
>Only time would tell, or rather, when Fluttershy would allow him to use it.
>A long time passed, God knows how long, and soon Norman could feel his master’s excitement running down from his tongue.
>Fluttershy’s legs would kick at random and her pelvis would lift off the bed.
>Her head pressing into the mattress, Fluttershy thought carefully about her next move.
>Any second now she would reach her climax. She didn’t want it to end so quickly...she had to stall.

>”Norman! Aaah~stop!”
>Norman immediately pulled his tongue away and took his hands off her crotch.
>Her folds were bright red and pulsed with blood. Norman wondered for a minute if it was her blood, or his.
>His master lay panting, trying her best to sit upright against the waves of residual pleasure still racking her brain.

“Is something wrong, mistress?” Norman said, “Did I do something wrong?”
>”No no, not at all!” Fluttershy exclaimed, “It’s just...I want to repay you…for your excellent service to your master...”
“What do you mean?”
>”Just lie on the bed and leave the rest to your master,” Fluttershy panted.

>Norman’s shaft twitched at her words. He wasted no time moving to the bed and lying down on the mattress.
>The mattress smelled like Fluttershy alright, but there was an odd musk mingling with it.
>Norman got into the position he was told, lying on his back with his limbs at his sides.
>His shaft stood like a soldier in No Man’s Land, vulnerable to any attack.
>Fluttershy climbed onto the foot of bed, locking Norman in her sultry gaze.
>She slowly crawled up the length of the bed, her mouth twisted in a hungry smile.
>Her back arched like a cat as she strut towards her prey.
>Norman’s heart beat faster with every step she neared. Her breasts and stomach passed just above his tip and her long hair tickled his chest.
>She came to a stop when she was face to face with him.
>The intense heat of her slit tickled Norman’s shaft. He winced when a single drop of warm syrup landed on his dick and ran down the side.



>Fluttershy stared down at him, relishing in her absolute control.
>She glanced at his neck and smiled at the bite mark that was starting to heal.
>Her hair billowed around his face, surrounding him in a curtain of pink.
>She leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips before looking under her.
>His dick pulsed just below her folds as Fluttershy licked her lips.
>She shot one last look at Norman and pressed her chest into his.
>Keeping her rump in the air, she slowly slid back along Norman’s torso, dragging her breasts along his rounded stomach.
>Her nipples dug into his skin as if they were digging trenches in his stomach.
>Just before reaching his crotch Fluttershy lifted her chest, her breasts grazing the tip of Norman’s shaft.
>He gasped from the sharp pulse of pleasure that shot through him as Fluttershy sat back on her calves.
>She paused for a moment to enjoy Norman’s throbbing dick, watching hypnotized as a drop of precum rolled down his shaft.
>Think quickly she leaned back down and snatched the bead of pre with her tongue, giving his dick a sharp lick in the process.
>Norman’s reaction was immediate, his back arched and he grabbed a handful of sheets in both hands.

>”Someone’s a little sensitive…” Fluttershy cooed, “I bet you couldn’t wait for me to do this…”

>Norman gasped as warm, soft fingers curled around his shaft.
>Before he could collect his thoughts the hand had already begun stroking his length.
>Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him every time her deft fingers glided over his tip.
>She giggled from the pent-up toy that lied on the bed. He was like a dog finally getting his belly rubbed after waiting hours for his master to come home.
>Looking to get a more vitriolic reaction she gripped his shaft with her thumb and index finger and rapidly stroked the edge of the head.
>Now Norman really groaned, fighting hard to keep his spasms under control.
>He couldn’t imagine how good she could make him feel with only her fingers.
>He was terrified to think what would happen when she used her other assets.











>”My my, you ARE sensitive…” she hissed, “Don’t worry, it only gets more intense from here…”
>Her light chuckle was filled with venom and foreboding. As sudden as she had starting stroking, she abruptly stopped.
>His shaft twitched nervously, pumping out a tiny stream of pre.
>Fluttershy licked her lips; blood wasn’t the only thing she hungered for.
>She thought very carefully about what to do next.
>Her crotch was quick to make itself known, telling her to ride him like a horse.
>There was no doubt she wanted Norman inside her, but she wasn’t done playing with her toy.
>She looked down to stare at his shaft again but found her view blocked by two large, pale orbs with tiny pink buttons.
>A lightbulb went off in her head. She flashed a wicked smile at Norman and leaned back down.
>Norman’s pants became quicker as her face drew ever closer to his dick.
>Fluttershy gave a long slow lick from base to tip, flicking her tongue at the very end.

>”This is a tough nut to crack, Norman,” she snickered, “I guess I’ll have to bring out the big guns…”

>Norman’s gasp caught in his throat as Fluttershy pulled her breasts out from under her, cradling them in her hands.
>Fluttershy smirked and pushed her tits together, making them look twice as large.
>Norman’s heart fluttered as she moved her breasts closer to his shaft, slowly realizing her plan.
>He braced himself as Fluttershy pushed against him, trying to squeeze the pulsing erection through the tiny gap in her tits.
>She grunted and doubled her efforts but it seemed like an impossible task.
>Fluttershy didn’t give a damn how long it took; she would get his dick between her breasts even if it took all night.
>With a final forceful push, his shaft slipped between her tits with a tiny pop.
>Fluttershy and Norman yelped in unison, both taken aback by the sudden rush of pleasure.
>With the force gone, her breasts opened slightly, relieving the tightness on his shaft.
>Fluttershy gave herself a second to relax before pressing her tits against his dick.
>Without waiting for a reaction she lifted her chest and quickly brought it back down.
>Norman’s groans were music to her ears as she slowly gained speed.
>She stared at him with half-lidded eyes, watching every contortion of his face as she massaged his dick.
>Slowly she picked up speed, mashing his shaft with as much force as she could muster.
>After a while, she almost felt jealous of her toy. Every stroke sent Norman into another world of intense pleasure, while she felt mere twinges.
>Sure it felt good to have his cock between her breasts, but was it fair for him to have so much joy while she felt almost nothing by comparison?
>Without warning she pulled her chest back, releasing his shaft from it’s mammary prison.



>Norman whimpered as his pleasure was suddenly torn away from him.
>He looked across the bed to see what was wrong but was met with a harsh gaze.

>”You seem pretty excited, thrall,” Fluttershy hissed, “Perhaps I was a little too generous…”
>To Norman’s surprise she stood up on the bed, her feet sinking into the mattress on either side of him.
“I’m sorry Mistress!” Norman pleaded, “Please! Just a little more...”
>”Are you ordering ME to service you?” she snarled, “I think it’s time you learned some respect, thrall. ”

>Without waiting for a reply, Fluttershy walked forward, planting her feet on either side of Norman’s head.
>What he saw above him was no longer the tight, pale slit he had serviced moments ago.
>It was noticeably redder, flushed to a deep crimson hue.
>It glistened like a fish scale in the dim light, the reflections shifted as fluid ran over her folds.
>Fluttershy stared down at him, smiling at Norman’s fear. Slowly she ran her hand down to her slit and gently parted her lips.
>Norman noticed a single syrupy bead collect at her tunnel, hanging lower every second.
>He shut his eyes and felt something hot splat on the bridge of his nose.
>It rolled down his cheek like a tear---a warm, viscous tear.

>”You like that, thrall?” Fluttershy giggled, “You’re about to get a lot more…”

>Fluttershy giggled as she bent her knees, lowering her hips as slowly as she could.
>Norman’s breaths became more rapid as her folds expanded in his vision.
>He shook his head, begging his master to reconsider.
>Fluttershy paid no attention to his cries, holding the wicked grin on her face as her slit moved ever closer to his face.
>He shut his eyes and braced for the inevitable. He didn’t have to wait long.
>The heat from her slit was the first thing to hit him, cascading over his face seconds before she made contact.
>In an instant the world around him vanished, replaced with the warm, sticky embrace of her folds.
>His eyes darted back and forth, but all he could see in the little light that peaked through were pulsating walls of flesh that glistened with lubricant.
>Norman lay paralyzed---not out of fear, but obedience.
>His master had never given him any specific commands, so he lay there helplessly.
>Fluttershy had long since recovered from the sudden rush of pleasure when his face first made contact. She expected her toy to get to work purely out of instinct.
>But when all she felt was Norman’s stifled breath on her slit, she began to grow impatient.
>A whine escaped her as she started to grind against Norman’s face.
>Beneath the fleshy sounds of her crotch gliding across his face, Fluttershy could hear Norman’s muffled grunts.

>”Come on, Norman,” Fluttershy moaned, “I ordered you to service me! Put that tongue to use!”

>Something clicked in his head---something primal.
>His master’s words were like a key, unlocking his instincts.
>Without warning Norman grabbed Fluttershy’s cheeks, which she responded to with a yelp.
>With a handful of her rump in each hand, Norman pulled down to press her folds deeper onto his face.
>Fluttershy found herself unable to move her hips under his firm grasp. Her thighs trembled as she felt his tongue explore her.
>Norman used the same strategy he had earlier, taking long drags along her slit.
>Every once and a while he would probe under her hood and prod her engorged clit.
>Norman wasn’t a professional, but he wasn’t clueless. He knew every nook and cranny of her by now, but there was one area he had yet to fully explore.
>He jabbed blindly in the dark with his tongue, a wall of flesh stopping him every time.
>Just when he thought it was a lost cause, one of his jabs went further up than expected.

>A ring of muscle tightened around his tongue and Fluttershy screamed like she’d been stabbed.
>Fluttershy moaned as the sudden intruder wormed deeper into her tunnel.
>She could feel his firm tongue lashing against the walls.
>Her legs spasmed against Norman’s head, holding him tightly between her thighs.
>When his tongue poked against a particular spot, she lunged forward as if she’d been pushed in the back.
>She was able to stop herself with her hands, which planted firmly into Norman’s torso.
>He groaned as the her fingers dug into his diaphragm, knocking the wind clean out of his sails.
>Fluttershy moaned from the sudden rush of breath inside her, but it pailed in comparison to the rich electricity that Norman’s tongue was sparking.
>He pushed further and further inside her, stretching his tongue as far as it could do.
>Every ridge and valley of her walls were embedded into his tongue.
>His dick twitched at the thought of the bumps clinging to his shaft and coating it with the juice that was running into his throat.
>He wondered if his master would even allow him to penetrate her; orgasm was a forgone reward.
>With the hopes that pleasing his master would make her more generous, Norman doubled his efforts.
>His tongue turned into a drill, furiously churning against her walls.
>Fluttershy’s moans were louder than ever, and her hips spasmed without any clear rhythm.






>Fluttershy tried to keep control of both her mind and body.
>Her lower half had completely surrendered; she was waist deep in an ocean of pleasure, and the water was rising.
>She wanted to hold out, prolong her pleasure and lengthen Norman’s torment, but the prospect started to slip away as the waves creeped up her stomach.
>Her legs had already started to spasm; if the pleasure was electric, than St. Elmo’s Fire could leap from her toes.
>Every jab of his tongue pushed her further beneath the surface.
>Soon, however, it wasn’t enough stimulation for her. Without any regard to Norman’s effort, Fluttershy shot a hand down to her crotch and ground her fingers roughly into her clit.
>As soon as she had pressed her button the water rose up to her breasts, sloshing over them with a light tingle.
>>Fluttershy tried to keep control of both her mind and body.
>Her lower half had completely surrendered; she was waist deep in an ocean of pleasure, and the water was rising.
>She wanted to hold out, prolong her pleasure and lengthen Norman’s torment, but the prospect started to slip away as the waves creeped up her stomach.
>Her legs had already started to spasm; if the pleasure was electric, than St. Elmo’s Fire could leap from her toes.
>Every jab of his tongue pushed her further beneath the surface.
>Soon, however, it wasn’t enough stimulation for her. Without any regard to Norman’s effort, Fluttershy shot a hand down to her crotch and ground her fingers roughly into her clit.
>As soon as she pressed her button the water rose up to her breasts, sloshing over them with a light tingle.
>Her back arched and leaned forward when Norman poked that one spot again; she hoped he would just stay on it, but he always seemed to miss it.
>He was going far beyond what was expected of him---she wanted to reward him but didn't want her own pleasure to end.
>A glimmer of light caught her eye---she looked up to find the source.
>Resting on Norman's twitching shaft was another drop of pre, reflecting the dim light of the room back at her.
>She felt her mouth dampen with drool---maybe she could pay him back after all.
>Fluttershy leaned forward, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she neared his dick.
>She was careful to keep her slit on Norman's jaw and her fingers in her hood.
>There was no time for playing around, as soon as she was in range she engulfed the entirety of his cock in one swift motion.
>Norman let out a languished groan like a dying whale as her lips squeezed his shaft.
>Fluttershy smiled as her toy spasmed underneath her. Her joy was compounded by the vibrations his moans sent through her folds.
>She'd hardly even started sucking before Norman's hips bucked, jamming his length further down her throat.
>His shaft wasn't massive, but it was much larger than Fluttershy had thought.
>Experience was a quality she lacked, but damn was she good at hiding it.
>Using tips she'd gathered from her friends, Fluttershy double-teamed his shaft.
>Her lips squeezed hard around it while her tongue coiled and stroked his pulsating dick.
>From time to time she would simply cradle the underside of his dick with her tongue, curling her tongue to massage his tip.
>The pleasure incapacitated the fragile boy, who couldn't find the strength to service his master anymore.
>Fluttershy was quick to notice. With a resounding pop she lifted her head off his shaft.

>"I never ordered you to stop, thrall," she grunted, "Don't you want your master's hot...moist tongue gliding against your dick?"
>She punctuated her question with a long, slow drag of her tongue against his shaft.
"Yes! Please!" Norman groaned.
>"Then get back to work," she demanded.
"Yes, ma'am!" Without hesitation he plunged his tongue back inside her.

>Fluttershy didn't expect him to be so rough, so a tiny yelp got out.
>Soon she was back in the rhythm, grinding against his face and dutifully sucking his cock once more.
>The bizarre 69 went on for God knows how long. While Fluttershy's pleasure grew, Norman's agony intensified.
>His pleasure had reached its peak, several times in fact, but something was wrong.
>He should have orgasmed by now, but something was keeping him from release.
>Every few minutes he would feel his ecstasy build to a peak, linger there for what seemed like an eternity, and quietly retreat.
>But it didn't pull back far. It was like he was stuck in orgasmic limbo, held just on the edge of climax.
>He'd never had this kind of endurance before, not even by himself. In the midst of another peak, he had an epiphany.
>His master had never ordered him to cum.
>Something was holding him back, be it magic or physical, and the barrier would never break---unless Fluttershy gave the command.
>There was only one thing that he could control...his master's orgasm.
>Working through the strain of a constant climax he powered through, swirling his tongue along her folds like it was the last one he would ever touch.
>His face was sticky and her slit burned, but he ignored it. All that mattered was getting her off, come hell or highwater.
>And as he continued, the water of pleasure around Fluttershy certainly got higher.
>She tried to hold out as long as she could, but her body had begun a runaway reaction.
>Her stomach twisted behind her back and a searing well of pleasure boiled at her groin.
>Her muscles started to spasm and pressure built in her stomach.
>She had to stop servicing Norman; she was worried she would bite down on his shaft.
>Powerful pulses of electricity racked her brain and bounced back to her groin.
>With a final scream of ecstasy, Fluttershy reached her climax.

>Norman felt the impact of her orgasm before even she did.
>Her walls pinced closed, locking his tongue two inches deep inside her.
>He shut his eyes as a cascade of burning cum splashed against his face, basting him like a turkey.
>Each contraction of her walls shot a fresh spray on him for what seemed like hours.
>Every sense was assaulted at once. The taste of her tunnel, the screams in his ears, and the tenacious cum on his face.
>Once the shower stopped he opened his eyes. Her slit was red and spread much further than before.
>He pulled out his tongue, which clung to her tunnel with the same glue that coated his face.
>Fluttershy's pants were quick and shallow like she'd just run a marathon.
>She stared into space, trying to recall the last few minutes in her mind.
>Her senses came back to her moments later. She was thrust back into reality by a series of heavy breaths on her groin.
>She slid her hips forward, gliding off Norman's chin and landing on his chest with a soft squishing sound.

>"Th-Thank you, thrall," she panted, "Your master is very pleased..."
"You're welcome, mistress," Norman responded.
>"I think you've earned a reward for servicing your master...a proper reward this time."

>Fluttershy slurred the last few words before lifting hips off the supine teen beneath her.
>Norman craned his neck to see what she was up to.
>She looked over her shoulder, never taking her half-lidded gaze off of him, as she slowly leaned further and further forward.
>She was completely off of him, shifting forward to the edge of the bed between his calves.
>Her head was pressed down into the bed and her tongue lulled out of her mouth.
>The mattress sunk beneath her knees and her rump was raised high in the air.
>Norman couldn't help but stare at the masterpiece of nature in front of him.
>Her once airtight slit was now slightly ajar. A tiny hole rested at the bottom of the slit, dripping with a viscous syrup.
>Her juices fell to the bed, forming a puddle between her knees.

>"Come on, Norman," Fluttershy growled, "Put that cock of yours to use. Stick it right here..."

>Fluttershy grabbed her lips with her fingers and pulled them apart, fully exposing her eager entrance.
>Almost like a machine Norman rose to his knees, walking towards his master.
>His dick bounced as he shuffled towards her, much to Fluttershy's delight.
>She put her hands back on the mattress, bracing herself for the rough pounding she would no doubt recieve.
>He'd held out for so long...waited so patiently...there was no way he was going to be easy on her.
>She kept her eyes on him---or more specifically, his shaft---as it moved closer to her waiting folds.
>She shifted her knees outward, allowing her to sink deeper into the mattress and raise her rump to his waist-height.
>She closed her eyes, expecting him to make an unceremoniously fast entrance.
>But then she felt something odd. It felt like something was gliding against her, just below her back.
>She looked over her shoulder to see her toy's dick running between her cheeks.
>For a brief moment she was terrified that he would penetrate her tighter hole, but the worry subsided when she remembered her order.
>He knew exactly where he was going to fuck her, but he was taking his sweet time.
>Fluttershy began to grow impatient with him. Why was he taking so long?

>Norman had resigned to sliding his dick between her lips, which felt incredible for him, but not  for Fluttershy.
>Just as she was about to reprimand him, she felt a light pressure against her entrance.
>It was just like when he had tongued her, but the object felt much larger.
>She gripped the bedsheets, not entirely ready for Norman's imminent intrusion.
>More and more the pressure built at her folds, and she had a fleeting fear that she was too tight for him.
>Norman grabbed her hips and pushed harder against her unyielding slit.
>With a powerful grunt and thrust of his hips, the barrier finally burst.
>He doubled over in pleasure from just the tip being engulfed inside her while Fluttershy moaned loudly.
>Regaining his posture he pushed harder, forcing more of his length into her tunnel.
>The deeper his shaft sank the more overwhelming the sensation became.
>Her walls clung to his dick, desperate to keep him inside as they slowly pulled him in.
>Fresh lubricant pumped onto his cock, basting it like a turkey in an oven.
>Fluttershy moaned the whole way in as he split her apart. Her legs were quivering but held fast to keep her upright.
>With a slight twinge of pain and a light jerk she felt his tip kiss her cervix.
>Her tunnel tightened from the sudden poke of her womb, squeezing Norman's shaft even more.
>It was difficult for him to withdraw his dick from the hot confines of her walls, but he was able to pull back to the head.
>Slowly he pushed back in, disappointed that it had loosened slightly.
>After a few thrusts and withdrawals Norman found a rhythm, a fast, primal cadence.
>Vibrations rippled through her cheeks and down from her breasts from every powerful thrust.
>At first Norman was stabbing away, pounding into her cervix with brutality.
>Fluttershy tried to tell him to stop, but he was too fargone. After a while she became numb to the pain, feeling only a dull prick overpowered by pleasure.
>Her knees lifted an inch off the bed from the force of their hips smacking into each other.
>With the fire in her crotch being doused, Fluttershy tried to tend to her other assets, which were swinging wildly beneath her.
>She took a hand off the bed to massage her breasts but nearly fell over from how roughly Norman was pounding her.
>She whimpered as her breasts screamed to be caressed, trying to think of a way to satiate them.
>She tried grinding them against the bed, but Norman's thrusts were too irregular for her to get a steady rhythm.
>Looking back over her shoulder, she cursed Norman for making things difficult---but then she had an idea.

>"Hey...aannh...Norman...?" Fluttershy managed to squeak out.
"Yeah, Fluttershy?" Norman grunted between thrusts.
>"Can you...aaaah...squeeze my...nngh...tits?"

>Norman's reply was so swift that Fluttershy had barely uttered the last word of her question.
>He swooped down, pressing his stomach against her rippling back, and grabbed her breasts with his free hands.
>Even with his hands groping her, Norman's thrusts didn't lose any power.
>Fluttershy let out a groan of satisfaction as her thrall deftly played with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
>He would switch between taking her breasts in his palms and squeezing her buttons; he never lingered on one for too long.
>Norman saw it too difficult to play with them while they were pressed into the bed, and his slumped position strained his back.
>Without asking permission, Norman boldly lifted his master upright by her breasts.
>Fluttershy didn't object as she was hoisted to a vertical position, back to belly with her thrall.
>His thrusts had lost some of their power, but the trade-off was more than worth it.
>Norman took advantage of the position, fully clasping his hands around her breasts and pulling her nipples outward.
>Her screams of ecstasy were music to his ears, and he wanted to hear the whole orchestra.
>With his mouth free her playfully suckled her neck, a macabre parallel to what she had done hours before.
>Fluttershy moaned; she didn't expect her thrall to be so playful.
>Norman started to slow down---he wasn't tired or near climax---Fluttershy had started to drive her hips down onto his cock.
>Her body was white hot and seemed to quiver under his fingers. She was going to climax again any second.
>Norman could feel his own release welling up in his crotch, a strong electricity at the tip of his shaft.
>He couldn’t take falling short of another orgasm, he had to do the unthinkable.



“Master...please…”
>”What’s...aaah...wrong, Norman?” she panted.
“Please...can I...cum?”
>”Of course...aaanh...you can, Norman...you’ve been...unggh...a very good servant...you can cum...ooooh...whenever...anggh...and wherever you want…”

>It was like the floodgates had been opened. He finally had the clearance he so desperately desired.
>He started to put all his weight into his thrusts, jamming his dick as far as it would go.
>While kneading one breast with his left hand he moved his right hand down to her crotch.
>Fluttershy moaned louder as Norman pressed his fingers into her clit.
>Norman was doing everything he could to make her cum, but all his master needed was her tight, moist tunnel.
>Norman could feel his shaft cooking inside her, growing hotter and hotter with every thrust.
>Fluttershy’s body was melting beneath his hands; just a few more thrusts and they would both drown in ecstasy.
>As her moans grew louder and more frequent, Norman delivered a series of brutal thrusts against her cervix.
>The fire in their stomachs had grown too hot. With a final burst of sound the pair reached their end.

>A million nerves fired off at once, shooting off randomly like a platoon of soldiers celebrating a victory.
>Fluttershy went rigid and would have fallen to the bed if Norman wasn't grasping her.
>Her body shook in his arms and her hips rocked on his shaft.
>Norman felt a torrent of cum wash over his dick, held tightly in place by her clenched walls.
>He thought that he would be pinched shut, unable to blast his load inside her, but he underestimated his own strength.
>Norman suckled Fluttershy's neck to keep from crying out as the first contraction shot a jet of cum deep inside his master.
>His hips bucked erratically and his balls rose into his groin.
>He lost count of how many strands he coated her walls with---somewhere around fifteen.
>Their upright position caused rivers of his seed to run down his shaft and ooze out of her.
>Fluttershy whimpered as a seemingly endless stream of cum splashed her cervix before running down her quivering walls.
>She looked down at the white syrup pooling on the bed and licked her lips.
>Finally Norman's rifle stopped shooting, going limp quickly in her tunnel.
>Fluttershy looked behind her with a woozy smile. She took her time lifting herself off of him, his dick falling out of her with a light pop.
>She leaned forward, propping her butt in the air again. For a moment he thought she was going to command him to go again, but she realized her ulterior motive.
>While one drop of cum escaped, the remaining load that was threatening to ooze out retreated back into her tunnel.
>Norman's logical thought was snuffed by a voice in his head.
>"Don't worry, Norman," a ghostly voice whispered between his ears, "I'm a vampire. The undead are infertile."
>He sighed in relief before falling onto his back exhausted.
>He shut his eyes to rest, but was woken up by a stinging pleasure on his shaft.
>He looked over his stomach to see his master dutifully cleaning off his dick, lapping up his cum like a dog.

"I guess she was right," Norman laughed to himself, "Blood isn't the only thing she drinks."
>Without waiting for his master's word, Norman's brain surrendered to his exhaustion.
+++
>Norman woke up. Or, at least he thought he did.
>The bed was there, check. He could feel his toes, check. His alarm clock still dutifully woke him at 8 AM, check.
>He sat up and buried his face in his hands, trying to make some semblance of the last night.
>After a while he gave up, owing his strange memories to a dream.
>Grabbing his clothes and scarfing down breakfast he was out the door to school.
>The rest of the day was not unusual, save for lunchtime.
>The usual, boring table where he sat was bustling with activity. There were no less than two dozen students crowded around his spot.
>He boldly pushed his way through them, citing his friendship with Twilight to get him in.
>When he saw the new face at the table he nearly fainted.
>There she was, dressed in a sports coat and florid skirt, smiling and waving to the students surrounding her.
>Twilight and the rest were singing praises of her return, lauding at length over how much she was missed.
>Her face was pale and her eyes were tinted red, just like his memories.
>Although she wore layer upon layer of clothes, he could remember exactly what she looked like underneath them.
>A bowl of fruit was put in front of her. He assumed it was a gift from her friends as Fluttershy had no lunchbox.

"Fluttershy?" Norman said, "What are you doing here? I thought you were sick."
>"Oh...I just got better, is all," an apple crunched between her teeth.
"It's good to see you back, Fluttershy," Norman said nervously.
>"It's nice to see you again too, Norman," she tossed an apple core to the side.
>He was pretty sure that was an apple only seconds ago.
>"Boy, I sure am thirsty," Fluttershy 's eyes flashed red and she glared at Norman.
>Norman felt frozen on the spot.
"Do you want me to get you a drink, Fluttershy?" He muttered in a dull, trance-like voice.
>"Oh, that would be lovely, but I don't need it now," she purred, "Maybe...later..."
>Fluttershy's cup had drained since last night---and she wanted a refill.

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