FiftyShadesofYellow - Biting Into the Wrong Crowd (Flutter)

>You drop the bag filled with wood and get closer to her.
>She backs a foot away, and plants it there.
>Gently grab her arm to know that it's ice cold.
>Lay a finger on her wrist.
>From what worries you, there's no pulse.
>Possibly you could be doing it wrong?
>Fluttershy takes her arm back and holds it with her other hand.
>"Anon, I feel colder than I should."
>Take off your mantis green sweater and start wrapping it around her.
>"T-thank you."
"No problem, just give it back to me when we meet up at school tomorrow."
>"A-Anon... I don't think I'll be going anywhere."

"What's the problem?"
>"I just... I don't think anyone would want me like this."
"Why not?"
>"M-my parents might... I-I can't imagine on what they'll do to me!"
"What about staying over a friend’s house? Twilight or Rainbow Dash could help you out."
>"I-I can't."
"What's the problem with them?"
>"I just... I don't want to lose them, all because I'm now a... a...."
>She chokes a little.
"You don't have to say it. I know what you are."
>Get a good look at her.
>Her crystal blue eyes are now a deep scarlet red.
>The vibrant light pink hair she used to have is a drooping sea of sadness with split ends.
>There are two visible fangs piercing in front of her frown.
>This is just...
>You grip the base of your chest as you're catching some air to inhale.
>"Anon?"
"Don't worry, just having a slight panic attack."
>She looks completely miserable.
>You're really fucking well on cheering up a friend...
>"O-oh... I-I sorry that I..."
"No, don't be. It's just, surreal."
>"I'll go away; maybe I can find some leaves to sleep on."
>You can't just leave her like this.
>Even if she looks like something out of a typical blood-sucker from a TV show, she's still your friend.
"No, you're sleeping over."
>”But with who? No one will take me in for-“
“A vampire, I get it. And that someone is me.”
>”Anon, you’re just saying that to cheer me up.”
>You grab your bag filled with chopped up wood.
“Nope, my parents are out celebrating and won’t be back until it’s two in the morning.“
>"Why would they do that?"
"They do this almost every night."
>It true, but you can't complain.
>Run around the house naked, jerk off anywhere, eat all the unhealthy shit, did you forget that you can run around the house naked?
>Not tonight, since you'll have a visitor.
>"Anon, are you sure this will be fine?"
"Yeah, of course."
>Thw wind is picking up and it's giving you an awful chill.
"We better go, we can talk when we are there."
>"Well... okay then."

>Luckily this is a small city, so the walk wasn't that much.
>Can't say that it wasn't awkward.
>You mostly looked over to her, trying to get a look on how she is.
>It still gives you chills that she’s completely different.
>Fluttershy, or what's left of her, constantly stared at the ground during the walk.
>She rarely looked up, only to get a glimpse at you.
>You know that she’s strange, even before this incident, but she does act a little out of the ordinary around you.
>Shit, you’re not one to make friends, but it doesn’t go for the same on making rivals.
>The six of them are fine with you, but connections aren’t exactly strong.
>Then again, you’re a guy and hanging out with six other females.
>People will start to question it, so you decided to limit your social interactions with the numbers.
>Fuck, does that sound shallow of you.
>It is high school, so anything can happen.
>Yet, there’s this.
>Running into Fluttershy in the forest, unclear of how she got there or even how she became like this.
>You’ll ask her when the both of you make it inside.
>The both of you make it at an average neighborhood and get to the middle of the street.
>Walk up to the doorstep and ready your keys.
>Open it up and rest the bag at the side of the entrance.
”Come on in, make yourself comfortable.”
>”Thank you.”
>As you take off your shoes, she does the same.
>At least If your parents come home early, they can’t argue over about her manners.
>Her appearance…
>Forget it; you can lock her in your room for the entire night if you have to.

>"A-Anon, I'm sorry if this sounds a little rude but, m-may I have a drink?"
>Oh dear god no.
>Maybe there's something that she's able to drink other than you.
"Yeah, I'll go in the kitchen and find you something."
>You run to the kitchen and bring out every bottle, can, anything that contained any liquids outside.
>Pineapple juice, tomato paste, Pepsi, scotch, and 2% milk.
>Just pray she's able to stomach something down.

>"Mmh! I-I'm sorry, I-I can't drink it."
>She sets the glass filled with pineapple juice on the counter.
>All that leaves is the bottle of scotch, but that raises multiple flags.
>Slam your face on the counter and push the can of pineapples aside.
>"It's OK Anon, I'll try to stay away from... y-you know."
"Biting me?"
>You mumble out.
>"Y-yeah, that."
>Get back up and take the cup over to the sink and rinse it out.
>Fill it with filtered water and hand it over to her.
"At least try drinking a cup."
>She takes it and sips it.
>"It doesn't even taste the same."
>Great, she's barely able to stand plain water.
>At least it will keep her away from you.
>Although, you should hope that she's still human.
>Fluttershy sets the cup on the counter and walks into the living room.
>"Thank you for trying, Anon."
>She sits on the couch and weeps a little.
>You're a little stressed out from this, but now you're furious that she's getting tears on the carpet and couch.
>If she won't take something that is artificial, she'll probably want something more natural.
>Grab the cup filled with water and bring it close to your crotch.
>Unzip your pants and crank away.
>Let’s see how much she’ll hackle on this one.
>Once you get a good batch in, put the cup on the counter and stir the water around.
>You make sure that it would blend in by stirring it with a spoon.
>Stop stirring for after a minute, and grab the cup.
>Walk into the living room, which has Fluttershy crying into a pillow.
>Motherfucker, that’s dry clean only.

>Now there’s no second thought on this.
“Hey Flutters! I have something different here.”
>She sniffles a little and turns over to you.
>”W-what is in it?”
“Sugar; it’s just water mixed in with some sugar.”
>You set it on the table beside the couch.
>She takes the cup and gives it a small sip.
>”Mmm? Mmm!”
>Watch her drink down the cup.
>You just idly stand there, questioning if this is her vampire self, or if this is something new.
>”Whatever it is, may I have more?”
>Fluttershy reaches out her arm to hand over the cup.
“Sure…”
>Take the cup and walk into the kitchen.
>You’re really not feeling well on this idea.
>It’s not bad for the moment, but then again, you haven’t told her the truth yet.
>Hope she never finds out about it.
>Get the sink to run while you jerk your half-awake dick to get another load out.
>Frequently look over to make sure she isn’t watching you.
>The first time is always the easiest to get out.
>”Anon, is everything alright?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s just that, the sugar in the bag is kind of, clumped up to each other.”
>”Would you like some help?”
“NO! I mean, I have it fine.”
>”Oh… A-alright, I’m sorry.”
>Look back down and force yourself to crank that shit out.
>If you had some water-
>”Anon?”
>Tilt your head up to see Fluttershy is at the opposite side of the counter.
>You jump back and fall on the floor with your dick out.
>The cup bounces away with some pre-cum inside.
>Fluttershy walks around the counter and is appalled when she sees the scene.
>”A-Anon?!”
>Cover yourself by trying to tuck it back in your pants, but it will just stay up.
>Reach over and cover your cock with the cup.
“Okay, it was supposed to be a joke! I didn’t know you would like it!”
>She just covers her face with the green sweater you gave her earlier.
>”How- Why would…”

“I didn’t have anything else. I guess I was a little frustrated when... Wait a minute, how did you get here so fast?”
>She brings an eyebrow up.
>"I just walked over here."
>The couch is a small walk from here, and there is the carpet to suppress the footsteps, along with both of you taking off of the shoes.
>Logic or some superpower she has, it still won't cover up on your episode here.
>”Anon… Why would you do this?”
“I was about to say; I was pissed when you cried on the carpet and couch.”
>That actually sounds pretty fucking stupid right there.
>”I-If there’s any worth in it, I’m sorry that I’ve made a mess.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m the one who needs to apologize. Let me clean this up, and I’ll takj to you back in the living room.”
>You struggle on getting back up.
>Set the cup back on the counter and try to get your legs to stop wobbling.
>Your cock won’t stop throbbing.
>Probably from when she spooked you out.
>Then there’s the thought about a girl staring at your exposed junk.
>Awkward but kind of good.
>Did she enjoy it?
>Maybe she would want-
>Are you seriously thinking about shoving your dick inside a vampire girl?
>You’re desperate, but not suicidal.
>Shove it back in and try to zip up your pants, only to leave a good bulge exposed there.
>Better than having it still out.
>Fluttershy is sitting back on the couch while searching for something.
“Are you missing something?”
>”Huh? Oh, just my phone. I don’t know where I left the darn thing.”
>Could be back in the forest.
>You can go back there tomorrow and-
>Oh fuck, you can’t!
>You’ve made a promise to Pinkie Pie that you would help her set up her sweet selling stand for tomorrow’s celebration.
>”I must go back outside and get it.”
>She gets up and starts to head for the door.
>”Wait, you can’t.”
>”Why not?”
“Other than the wind has picked up by now, we can’t let anyone see you like this, at least not until tomorrow."
"Everyone will be wearing costumes for the entire day, so you’ll be able to blend in.”
>”But I must tell my parents that I’ll be over at a friend’s house.”
>You dig through your pockets and give her your phone.
“Use mine. We’ll worry about your phone after the celebration.”
>”D-do you have a plan to fix me?”
>Fuck, there’s something that should’ve been to cover about your little issue about the cup.
“I don’t know yet. I should ask Twilight to see if-“
>”Anon! We can’t tell anyone about this! We can’t!”
“And what if I do?”
>”Then, I’ll… I’ll… I’ll tell everyone about your dick!”
>She exposes a weak blush around her face.
>You don’t know if you’re guilty or proud about this.
>”Yes, I’ll tell them on how… your pulsing veins, how it twitches… how it looks n-nice- I mean, small! Yeah, m-maybe they’ll believe that.”
“Fluttershy, you’re carrying a double-edged sword.”
>”W-what do you mean?”
“If you tell people on how it looks, then they will jump to it on saying that we’ve had sex.”
>”B-but I-I didn’t!”
“It’s high school; they can take any bit of ‘truth’ and twist it around.”
>She bites her lip.
>”Ow.”
>Now she chews on her fingernails, thinking this over.
>”D-did I mention how small it looks?”
“Flutters, you know and I know that it’s longer than the palm of my hand. You would be lying to yourself.”
>Her hands cover part of her face.
>Her hands cover part of her face.
>”Weill I don’t know! Are you sure that this is a good idea?”
“You want me to trust the internet over a qualified smartass?”
>”Twilight isn’t a… Hmm.”
“I’ll call her and see if she can help us, for now; you should talk to your folks.”

>Half an hour.
>It took that long for her parents to let her stay over.
>They might’ve wanted to make sure their little girl is safe, too bad its way past that point.
>If they saw her like this…
>She hangs up.

“How did it go?”
>”Not so good, they’re frustrated that I didn’t come home for dinner and that my phone is lost.”
“What about staying over? How did that happen?”
>”They were fine with it. I told them that I’m over Pinkie’s house.”
“That was probably best. A girl sleeping over with a guy, and well-“
>She crosses her arms.
“What?”
>”I’ve seen your…”
>She turns to the side, trying to hide her blushed face.
“You’ve taken care of animals, so at least you would’ve seen a penis or two there.”
>”Yes, but not a… I don’t….”
"You know what? Whatever. First time seeing a guys dick, that's fine, I just don't care. We're friends, so let's just leave it at that."
>She's sadden for a second, but then looks enraged.
>"Well fine! It's not like I wondered, or anything...” She says sternly, but cracks mid-sentence.
>She’s heated and weird.
>At least it’s just for tonight.
>You view her once more beside her face.
>She does look emaciated.
>Walk into the kitchen and get some slices of ham and bread.
>”W-what are you doing?”
“You look famished, you should probably eat.”
>”I don’t want your pity; I’ll make it until morning.”
>A gurgling sound can be heard from her side.
“That doesn’t sound like you’re fine. Just take at least one sandwich.”
>Open a bag of chopped lettuce and cover that over the ham.
>”I-I guess one sandwich wouldn’t hurt.”

>You make another sandwich, with less lettuce.
>”Give it more. Please?”
>Even if she has those fangs, you can’t deny that face.
>Put on a few more layers and hand her the sandwich.
>”Thank you Anon.”
“It’s my responsibility to be kind to my guest.”
>She gives off a weak giggle.
>”Well, you really are doing a great work at it.”
>You bite down on your sandwich, trying to get some food in yourself.

>”Um, Anon?”
“Mm, wut?”
>”I was… wondering… on why you don’t have a… well a…”
>You swallow your chewed up food.
“Spit it out, we’ve already seen and done things that really don’t seem personal now.”
>”I was wondering on why you don’t have a girlfriend. Now I see that it’s because you’re a little rude.”
>She takes another bite out of her sandwich.
“So what? I might not be the most sophisticated, like what Rarity wants, or the most determined, like Applejack, but at least I’m myself. I might not be shy or kind a hundred percent of the time, or of a high grade intelligent maniac like Twi, but I’m still happy being… just a dull, average being.”
>You stare at your sandwich, and then look up to see a concerned Fluttershy.
>”I’ve always wanted to have a normal life. Maybe some kind of adventure but, it’s just, not like this. Now I’m more terrified than usual and doubting that I will ever go back outside.”
>She starts to weep.
“Hey, hey, it’s not too bad. At least people treat you right, and you have a group of friends. I’m that one freak who sits alone at a table.”
>”Why don’t you sit with us? We have enough room for you.”
>Oh fuck, here we go.
“It’s the whole, guy/girl ratio. It just, feels awkward. Seven girls, hanging out with one guy., it sounds weird.”
>”Come now. If anything, we’re all weird together.”
>Hmm, each person in the group seems completely different.
>To you, it’s a mystery on how they even began.
>The golden thing is that they’ve still became friends, no matter what.
>”We might not be all alike, but we do pull through and stick together. We take care of our friends, Anon.”
>You thought that high school was all planned out, layered to the fullest and thought that it would be best to stay as some individual.
>Then there is Fluttershy and her friends.
>A mixture of everything, and yet able to stay afloat.

>”If you want to stay by yourself, that’s fine. I’m just telling you that, you can be a part of us. Hang out at the table, have parties once a while, visit the mall, cheer on Rainbow Dash.”
>You keep on chewing and stop at the last part.
“That last one, I’m not entirely sure about that.”
>”Oh. W-well still, you can go out and become one with others that actually stay together. Friends no matter what, and stay as that until the end.”
>A group of friends, that kind of sounds good.
>Better than arguing over some people online, and just keeping high scores for no one to see.
>Man, being anti-social does suck.
>Looks like this is your only opportunity.
>"I'm not forcing you, I just wanted to tell you that you have us, and you certainly have me.”
“I’m in.”
>Just as she’s about to bite down, she looks at you.
>”A-are you sure?”
“If getting some friends will get me out of a stale life, then why the fuck not?”
>She lowers her sandwich to reveal her smile.
>”That’s the spirit, Anon.”
>The both of you keep on eating your food, until it’s finished.
>”Oh dear, that was good.”
“You want another?”
>”No thank you. Yet, I could go for a drink.”
>…
>Shit.
>Maybe you could make a run for it and out the door, or lock yourself in your room.
>No, remember her freaky speed?
>She is starting to make a small walk over to you.
>The bag!
>It’s filled with wood, maybe you could find a sharp enough piece to jab inside of her.
>Wait, none of them are even an ideal shape.
>And crafting it into a stake will take some time.
>She is just in front of you with a dirty look on her face.
>F-fuck…
>You want to fight back but…
>This is all on you.
>You helped her.
>You let her in.
>You’re friends with her.
>You fed her.
>Now you will be fed to her!
>There’s no point, so you arch your head to the side and close your eyes.
“J-just get it over with.”

>You shiver just as you feel her cold breath go against your skin.
>Although it isn’t on your neck, but it’s close to your face.
>Something moist and silky squishes against your lips.
>Open up your eyes.
>Fluttershy’s face is covering your sight, but it is mostly her half lit red eyes.
>”I don’t want you to suffer.”
>Her hand inserts into your undone pants.
>”I want you to feel nice and cozy.”
>The hand awakens your traitor and starts to slowly jerk it.
>You’re fading out of how soft her hand goes along your shaft.
>Move your hand over to handle her rear.
>”Oh! How s-straight forward…”
>You move over your other arm to her rear and pick her up.
>Carry her into your room and set her on the bed.
>You drop your pants, while she removes the sweater and her tank top.
>She resumes giving your member a sensational handjob.
>It stops when your buddy is fully erect.
“Why would you-“
>She opens up her mouth and starts to grind her sharp front teeth against each side, while her tongue rubs along the underside.
>The fangs give you mixed signals of pleasure and pain.
>You can’t contain yourself on the sensational ride and start to dribble a little.
>”I know that you’re more than this.”
>Fluttershy resumes to it, only to go deeper into your stick.
>She gags a little, but doesn’t reduce her distance.
>You’re starting to lose yourself, and in a matter of moments, give off a good river of juice into her mouth of horror.
>You can hear her moan and then hack.
>It continues to go along her face and mouth.
>”It’s more than what you offered me before!”
>She gets a hand to collect the remains and lick it, while your eyes follow the other to find that it’s in her skirt.
“Now it looks like it’s someone’s turn.”
>She notices that you're eying her other hand and blushes.
>”M-maybe I… want it straight forward.”

>From a vampire?
>The mouth is one thing, but her…
>This is just… is it too much already?
“Flutters, m-maybe we should call it a night.”
>Her smile fades away.
>”W-well… I-I suppose we could stop here.”
>She looks down and keeps on licking her hand.
“It’s just… we should get some rest. We can probably catch Twilight when she’s at the library with less people around.”
>”Y-yeah, t-that’s a good idea.
>As you take off your shirt and pants, Fluttershy strips off everything in seconds.
“What in the-!?”
>”Oh! Goodness! I’m sorry but, it’s a horrible habit for me. Normally, I sleep with my clothes off.”
“Does it have to be ALL of it?!”
>She gives a small nod.
>”Could I…”
“Yes, fine, I’ll just sleep on the floor.”
>Justas you’re about to take a pillow, Fluttershy tries to speak to you.
>”B-but, I… I usually c-cuddle something.”
>Looking at the queen-sized bed, there’s only one blanket and two pillows.
>There won’t be much for her to cuddle, since tonight’s going to be freezing if she uses that blanket.
>Your heart starts to race again, knowing this is somewhat of a bad idea.
“What if… I, sleep with you?”
>You grumble through your teeth.
>She gasps and covers her mouth.
>”Y-you w-would…”
“Yes.”
>She startles you by giving you a hug.
>”Thank you so much!”
>You’re sure that her exposed snatch is rubbing along your thigh.
>Also that there’s something dribbling on you.
>You’re sure that her exposed snatch is rubbing along your thigh.
>She doesn’t let go, but does inch up and down tepidly along that thigh.
“Flutters.”
>”I’m sorry! I’m sorry.”
>She jumps off of you and she holds her own shoulder.
“It’s fine… We should get to bed. Hopefully, you’re able to sleep in the night.”
>”Y-yeah, m-me too.”

>Let go of the pillow and crawl inside the covers.
>She follows right beside you and makes herself already cozy on the other side.
>Get inside and turn to the right to face the wall.
>Fluttershy moves closer to you and gets her arms under your armpits.
>Her head is right under your shoulder blade.
>She rubs her hair along it, making you shiver.
>”W-was that t-too much?”
>Stay calm, it wasn’t her teeth.
“Y-yeah, yeah. You just spooked me a little.”
>She almost made you change the fucking sheets.
>”Sorry, I… I will try to scoot back a little.”
“You can do whatever you need to. You’re feeling a little chilly there.”
>Flutters snuggle in closer to you, and lower her arms a little.
>They stop around your mid waist.
>”Uhm… I-Is it okay if I s-stop here?”
>Breathe man, keep on breathing.
>Your blood needs the oxygen.
“If that’s how you want it, sure.”
>She continues on rubbing her head, along with what it feels like her elbow.
>It then goes to her entire body resting behind you.
>She raises her left leg and rests it over your thigh.
>You’re trapped, that’s wonderful.
>What can cause this to raise your blood pressure even higher?
>She starts to kiss your back and rubs her tongue on it.
>You couldn’t help but shake from it.
>”I-Is that t-too much?”

>Just take it in, don’t be a pussy.
“It’s just cold.”
>”Oh, w-why don’t I-“
“You’re fine; j-just go to sleep.”
>”O-Okay.”
>She just lies there, while holding you from the waist.
>You should get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a busy day.

>Your nerves are acting up.
>They’re signaling you to awaken from your nice slumber.
>What you see before you, almost gives you a heart attack.
>Fluttershy sucking down on your not-even-morning wood.
>You back away and hit your head on the headboard.
“Argh! Fuck!”
>”I’I’m so so sorry! Are you-“
“I’m fine! Shit, why are you even doing this at-“
>Look at the clock.
“Two in the fucking morning!?”
>She moves a part of her hair to the side.
>”I-I couldn’t help it! I was, hungry.”
>As she looks away in shame, you spot her hand is giving her hole a finger.
>Damnit, for once in your life, you don’t want a throbbing dick.
“If I feed you, we will go back to sleep?”
>”Yes… please?”
>You scoot back down and lay on the bed.
>”W-what are you…?”
“Just sit on my face.”
>She covers her face with a hand.
>You're sure it's not the one in her, because it's not showing anything on the fingers.
>”B-but Anon! I… I’m not so sure about… you…”
“Hey, you’re playing with that thing, and you’re sucking me dry, so it’s time that I do some work for you.”

>”Isn’t that wrong?”
>You look straight at Fluttershy’s confused eyes.
“Tell me, what isn’t wrong lately?”
>She sighs and gets on the bed.
>Her rear is raised above you.
>Those wet lips are taunting your own.
>Your own member is engulfed by her mouth once more, leaving her ass in the air.
>She’s not getting away with this.
>Grab her with both hands and bring it back down to Earth.
>”Mmmph!”
>Get a mouthful of her fem-cum.
>It’s somewhat bitter, but you will get used to it.
>Start to lick it up and down in a modest pace.
>”Mmm~”
>She resumes her work on your dong and delightfully moans on it.
>The vibrations give it a nice tingle, so you inserting your index finger in, while your tongue works around the clitoris.
>She finally lets loose of herself, gushing on your eyes, nose, and the upper part of your lip.
>The muffled screams and tongue work on your rod is starting to drive you mad, so you let go what’s left inside.
>You can hear her gurgle, followed by hacking.
>Your wang doesn’t stop its flow, and continues giving out a couple more bursts before just twitching and standing proud.
>Flutters raises herself higher from you.
>Lick the upper part of your lip, while wiping your hand over part of your face.
>You’re starting to get used to this.
>Force her rear back down to you and devour what’s left from the source.
>”Aah! A-Anon! D-Don’t y-you t-think! That’s e-enough?!”
“Mm-mm”
>Fluttershy rolls off of you, and on to the other side of the bed.
>She stares at the ceiling while catching some air.
>”I, I’m sure we’re, both fine, for now.”
>You yawn then take one last suckle on your finger.
“Yeah, that’s fine with me. Goodnight Flutters.”
>Grab the blanket and throw it back over you and her.
>She shakes around while getting back to hugging you.
>You would feel terrified, but right now, you’re actually fucking terrific.
>And pretty sleepy…
>”G… goodnight, Anon~”