Fluttershy Predator Clop

>You draw Fluttershy's face closer to your own, and nibble on her ear.
>"Y-your teeth… they're sharp."
>You work your way down her neck, nibbling a faint line from her ear to her throat with your sharp, sharp teeth.
>"P-please Anon, that's a l-little scary."
"Frightening? Like you're going to be eaten by a big, hungry monster from the Everfree Forest?"
>She's trembling like a leaf in a storm.
"But maybe… the monster decides to have some fun first."
>She stops shaking.
>You run your hand up her flank, and draw her bottom half closer to your own.
>"P-please don't eat me, Mister Monster. I'll do anything!"
>You grin, and your smile is full of teeth.

>You grab her by the withers, and push her down onto the couch.
>Angel barely avoids getting crushed under your combined weight, and begins to noisily express his anger.
"I've eaten rabbit before. Kind of stringy, but passable. Maybe I'll just devour you instead."
>He flinches, and clears out of the room.

>Fluttershy's light pegasus body is no match for yours.
>She whimpers slightly, as you hold her front legs above her head with your hands and her back legs spread out with your own lower appendages.
>Leaving her neck and chest exposed to your sharp, sharp nibbling.
>You lightly score her upper body with your lower teeth, producing short sharp squeaks and longer moans.
>The moans you cut off by chewing, ever so slightly, on her lips.
>"But y-you said you weren't going to e-eat me! Please, no no nooooooah!"

>You've moved your hands lower now, to her wingpits.
>You keep her upper body pinned down underneath your chest, and her head pressed into the cushions for fear of those sharp canines.
>Your fingers press into the soft under-feathers by her wing-joints, and firmly rub.
>Fluttershy squirms underneath you, panting, and you really can't tell if she's trying to "escape" or if she's just ticklish.
>You continue anyway.

>After she's quite out of breath and rather flush in the face, you pick her up and flip her onto her stomach.
>One of your hands snakes around her neck, your fingers wrapping around her throat and holding her head up.
>Your other arm reaches back towards her tail, and you pull it up for a moment.
>One hand holding her throat and pulling her head down, the other with a firm grip on her tail pulling it up, you raise her backside into the air.
>The noises she's making are adorably pathetic. A combination of desire and fear making her squeak and tremble in the most delightful ways.
>You move your hand down from her tail, to her cunt.

>Oh, she's moaning now. Fingers, aren't they just the most wonderful adaptation?
>You continue to push her head into the cushions as you reposition yourself, but then decide to use a different grip point.
>Your get a good grip on the base of her wings, and you can feel them tense slightly.
>"Please don't hurt me, Mister Monster. I've been good, haven't I?"
"And you will continue to be so. Won't you?"
>"Y-yes. P-please, Mister Monster, don't make me wait!"
>She can't see your smile, but it's wide.

>You push her down into the couch as you enter her.
>She moans, and pushes back.
>As you thrust, you massage the soft areas around the base of her wings.
>She interrupts her moaning with squealing every time your grip gets a bit too tight for her.
>You find she makes better noises when you thrust slowly, almost fully drawing out before plunging back in.
>Her body shudders and she clenches around you as her fluids spill out onto the cushions.
>You're driven over the edge by her contractions, as they practically milk you to completion.

>"You're going to help me clean this couch, you know."
"Monsters don't clean furniture."
>"This one will, won't he?"