A Night with a Bat Pony

by Ponysopher

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Other, Sex
Length: 6490

When a bored stallion decides to liven things up in his Canterlot hotel, he gets so much more than he bargains for when a very special mare of the night shows him what he's been missing all of these years.

Even surrounded by the wonders and natural beauty of Canterlot, one can get bored, especially alone in an empty hotel room. When one stallion decides to liven things up, he gets more than he bargains for when a very special mare of the night shows him the time of his life.

Featured on October 31, 2013
Edited by The Abyss
Cover art by The Exotic Natasha

Published 2013-10-31 04:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-31 04:00:04 UTC

A Night with a Bat Pony

The stallion looked at the clock on the nightstand next to him. It was 7:35 at night, so he had at least four hours until he would be ready to sleep. He shifted from his sitting position and laid his head down on the soft pillows of the bed, splaying his sensitive wings out on the smooth sheets. With a dull expression, he stared up at the white, decorous ceiling. For a moment his eyes traced over the painted, ornate circle above him displaying a complex pattern of inscribed lines, but he soon lost interest. A long sigh of boredom escaped his lips.

He had stayed at The Spectacle too many times to count by now, and there was nothing left to do. The luxurious hotel was world-renowned for its astounding view of the city of Canterlot and surrounding mountain range, surpassed only by the forbidden balconies of the princesses at the tops of the palace. The view of the pristine, snow-covered mountains of the region, contrasting with the lurid and deep, regal colors of the city below was breathtaking to say the least when one saw it for the first time. At that time, he spent hours gazing down on the wonders of the world, though that beauty had become less special over time.

There was always another business trip to the capital and always another day to see the sights outside and enjoy the amenities inside. After a while, it was just common. He wanted something different, more exciting. In the past few trips he had enjoyed some very interesting nights in the company of some certain lovely mares that satisfied just that desire. So, as he sat there in his room with the pangs of tedium steadily growing more bothersome, his loins twitched, and he smiled. He knew what he could do to pass the time.

He reached over to the phone sitting aside the clock and punched in a few numbers. After a few rings, a mare picked up.

“Hello, this is The Spectacle’s front desk. How may I help you?”

“Yes,” the stallion said. “Could you please connect me to concierge services?”

“Of course. One moment please, sir,” the mare responded.

There was a moment of silence and then another dialing tone. Within two rings another male voice came over the phone. “Hello, this is concierge services, Sure Fire speaking. How may I help you?”

The pegasus recognized this name and voice. He was lucky to have this particular employee’s help almost every time he stayed here. This unicorn might have not been a genius at magic, but for all the things he was able to get, he might as well have been a wizard.

“Hey Fire, this is Anonymous,” he replied, knowing the unicorn would immediately recognize the alias. “I’m feeling a little bored now and I’d like to have a fun time. Do you think you could set me up with an escort? I'm feeling a little lonely, and I'd love some company for the night.”

There was almost no pause. “I most definitely can, sir, but since you say you are bored, might I ask if you are feeling a tad adventurous tonight?”

His wings twitched at this. “What do you mean?”

“Well, sir, it just so happens that a certain mare who makes rare appearances at The Spectacle is available for the prime services you enjoy. I also thought you might like to know that she offers her services free of charge.”

He smirked. “Free of charge, huh? What’s the catch? Why is she special?”

“Knowing you, sir, I thought you might like a surprise. Her clients always report extreme satisfaction because of how well she does her job but more so because of who she is. She works inside the lunar wing of Canterlot Castle.”

His wings gave another twitch. This girl served royalty? That sure sounded appealing, and judging by the fact that he would be rutting her before long, he guessed she might have even served Princess Luna herself. “So this isn’t a trick or anything right,” he asked to Sure Fire. “A servant of the moon princess does this business for free?”

“That’s correct.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he finally answered, “Well, Fire, I’m going to trust you on this one. Send her up, and you’ll have a nice sack of bits coming down soon for your help.”

“Thank you, sir. It’s my pleasure.”

The stallion hung up the phone, and smiled with his thoughts lingering on about what was to come. The Lunar wing of the palace was always a thrillingly mysterious place to go for those who dared. He had never seen it before, but he had heard stories. Its stone hallways were lined with torches emitting violet light that illuminated the many secret locked doors of the ancient and long-forgotten domain of the night princess. The shadowy depths of this dungeon-like place teemed with servants of Princess Luna that nopony ever saw. Yet he had heard about Luna’s recent visit to Ponyville, and they told him that her guards were very strange ponies indeed.

To many, anything associated with that particular subject was just scary, but for many more, everything about the esoteric princess of the night was fascinating and chilling. Her previous clients said that this servant who he would soon meet was really good, and a chill of excitement ran up the pegasus as he thought about what she would be like. He looked around his room. It was small and cozy for such a pricey hotel, but combined with the light of the moon shining through the window at the other side of the room, and the candles lighting the rest, it seemed like the setting for this night was perfect.

As he continued to gaze up at the ceiling’s intricate design and waited, he began to hope that this one would remind him of her mistress, whose elusive beauty and hidden power shone throughout the night for all who could see it. He imagined her lithe body pressed against him as her tender lips locked around his.

About half of an hour passed when the stallion was still lying down with his gaze affixed on the door to the right. All of the waiting was tiresome, but it was also racking up his anticipation. As he thought more and more about this mystery mare, his wings stiffened and pressed harder against the sheets, trying to get ramrod straight. The feeling was a tad uncomfortable, but he knew it would be worth it to keep those available.

He strained his ears, hoping for a warning that his mare would soon be coming. Not long afterward, he succeeded when he heard the faintest sound of approaching hoofsteps breaking the silence outside. Then there was a slight tap on the door followed by the sound of a key in the lock. Before he could even react, the door opened, and a creature confidently strode inside.

He might have been bothered that she got a key to his room so easily, but the view of the mare who had entered took away any rational thought he may have had. She was certainly like a pegasus pony, but her wings were more leathery like those of a bat, shaded a deep violet. Her form was perfect, her body slender and her movements fluid. Her coat was a soft grey, and her mane and tail were done up in an elegant fashion, colored that deep purple to match her wings. As she strode slowly and deliberately towards front of the bed, her flank swayed and her tail swished in tune with her step, showing off her crescent moon cutie mark in the middle of her sumptuous rear.

She stopped directly in front of him and looked him in the eyes, throwing her swinging tail aside as she did so. Just above her forelegs she wore a purple ribbon with a grey band that displayed a blue, slitted eye in the center, having small wings branching off. The stallion recognized it as the insignia of the Lunar Guard, making him smile as he confirmed her reputation. She also wore a matching choker that displayed the blue eye.

When his eyes travelled up and finally met hers, a tingle ran through his wings. Like the images of the blue eyes she wore, her own had cat-like pupils but they were yellow. They rested on him with long, full eyelashes half-open, displaying her silver eye shadow. Her gaze made her seem to be a mare of great craftiness that went along with her sly smile, but it was also sexily inviting. It fell upon him and lingered, making him feel like he wasn’t the only one being enjoyed for eye candy. Her desire and approval seeped through her enticing stare like water through a strainer.

As he sat there dumbfounded, drinking in the strangeness and wonder of her beauty, she opened her mouth slightly and a voice which struck him came out. “Bonjour, darling. I am assuming zat because you ’ave not already asked about my unannounced entrance zat you are ze one desiring my services?” Her words came out, flowing as smoothly as water, but their sound seemed to rub and caress against his entire body rather than just his ears, sending a little shiver of bliss down his spine. She spoke again. “What is wrong with you, darling? You look as if you ’ave never seen a zestral before.”

Her appearance was certainly part of it, but it was her language that was even more gripping. Her accent was so foreign, as much like the native accent in Canterlot as it was different. Each time she finished a word, she gave the tiniest little noise. It was a small exhale through her pursed lips. Each word blended with the one next to it, so not only was it euphemistically like her mouth was oozing sex, but that soft sound she was making made it sound like she was already being rutted.

When he remained silent, her smile turned to a smirk. “I suppose you ’ave not. Well, I am Dusk Dancer, ze maidservant of Princess Luna. Every now and zen my mistress allows me a night of relief when I can go into Canterlot and enjoy myself.” Moving forward, she placed a hoof on the bed, and silently leapt onto it. Her weight barely made an imprint on the sheets. “And it appears you are ze one to enjoy it alongside me.”

To his delight, she moved forward towards him. As she advanced with a sultry look in her eye, he instinctively moved back, until he was trapped between her and the back of the bed. The fur of one of her hooves brushed against his side and he shuddered. She closed the gap quickly, and before he knew it, her face was mere inches from his. Her confident but needy eyes stared into his, and he gazed back with a well-pleased smile.

She placed a hoof on his chest and traced little circles with the tip. “But I will only enjoy myself if you do. Tell me, what makes you ze ’ardest?” Her hoof moved down slowly and touched his wing, somehow precisely targeting an ultra-sensitive spot. His back arched slightly, and he moaned softly as the mare smiled down at him. Looking back through her legs, she gazed at his crotch, which was spread wide at this point. Indicating that area, and then looking back to him, she asked, “Your wings are already nice and erect, no? What must we do to entice him out of ’is sheathe?”

As she spoke, his eyes wandered; for her voice was entrancing, and maddeningly erotic. To his surprise, his stallionhood was just starting to poke out at just the sound of her voice. Yet when she finally found it within herself to pronounce that foreign “th” sound in that last word, his eyes fell on her teeth, which were fully displayed. He could clearly see that at the sides of her mouth, she had four abnormally long canines. In fact, they were almost like…

fangs!

He instantly sat up completely against the bed and tucked his chin over his neck, raising his shoulders. Holy Luna, she’s a bat pony, he thought. His heart had jumped up in his throat and was now racing. He knew they existed, but not in Equestria, and despite her bat-like wings, he hadn’t made the connection. Quickly, his primal instincts kicked in, and adrenaline filled his system. His first thought was to try and escape from this predatory creature.

Yet then that sound came from her lips again, drawing him back to her. “Darling, is zere something ze matter?” She looked concerned, obviously not realizing what he had just recognized. But then it became clear to her, and she smiled. Her hoof reached out again deliberately to touch his chest. “Ahhh, I assume zat you ’ave just discovered what was sitting so plainly before your eyes, my dear?” she asked as she slowly sat back, showing him that she meant no harm.

Her calm voice and the lack of hostility in her touch calmed him enough to answer, but his voice quivered. “Y- You’re a vampony.”

Hearing this, she laughed softly. “Forgive me, I had zought you knew. Did zey not inform you of our arrangement?” His bewildered and frightened stare answered for him. “Please, be still,” she said. It was a command, but one lightly made. “I certainly do not intend to do what you are thinking now. When I perform my services, before anything else I make sure my patrons are satisfied.”

That last statement did little to quell his nervousness. “So are you going to bite me?” he asked outright.

Judging it was still permissible, she moved her hoof down to his wing, and made use of her other as well. Her hooves traced through the feathers, brushing upward at their bases. The pegasus didn’t flinch and in fact gave another light moan at her expert touch. When his appendages gave a delighted twitch, she smiled, knowing his sex-drive was still in swing. “Only if you allow me,” she answered. “As you should know, I do not ask for monetary payment, but I ’ope we can make zis a mutually beneficial arrangement. I ’ave to feed as well, and I cannot serve if I starve.”

She fell silent and continued to brush her hooves through his feathers. The pleasure coursing through his throbbing appendages was more intense than usual. She seemed so good at this. He didn’t want to tell her, but as she finished speaking, his length continued to poke out until it was almost at full attention. The aroused stallion thought for a moment. She said she would do this for him anyway, but this right now was just base foreplay, and it felt pretty damn good. He felt like he wanted to repay her, for this pleasure now wasn’t even the main dish and it seemed good by itself; but the price she was asking for was very high, at least to him.

“But do not worry, my dear,” she continued. “I can find ample donors all over Canterlot. I am desired ’ighly because I always deliver the best service. They know zis because I can even please Princess Luna herself. I could tell you all night about ’ow she squirms in ecstasy when I stroke ’er beautiful body, and massage her wings with even more attention than I am doing for you. The stallions ’ere know zat if I can make her moan loudly and sigh in utter bliss when my expert tongue runs around ze edges of her marehood, then zey too will be the ones groaning as I suck ever so softly on their testicles, and tease their virility with the wetness of my tongue as I give it loving, gentle strokes up and down its whole length.”

As she spoke, her words became more drawn out, and despite his better judgment, he lost all the nervousness from moments ago. The stallion couldn't help but imagine the slender form of the princess of the night squirming and moaning on a star spangled bed as this very mare now serviced her. As her hooves worked their way up to the bases of his wings firmly but gently, his breathing started to deepen. He gasped when she tugged on an old feather, sending a little shock up his frame, surprising but arousing. He looked upward and gave himself over to the moment, starting to move against her ministrations.

He felt a little weight press down on him and her soft fur intermingling with his own. She started to grind against him even as he was instinctively doing to her. Her legs moved to rub against his and they slowly closed together until their fur bumped against his stallionhood, which was now rock hard. He gasped sharply at the jarring silkiness of these limbs. They closed around the shaft again and rubbed. His hips bucked on their own, sending a wave of bliss through him and provoking a satisfied moan. Her surprisingly flexible hind legs quickly started to move up and down, stroking his twitching rod. They worked with great precision, raising just to the tip of his length and then coming back down to rest around the base.

Meanwhile, her hooves were still busy at work, running through the most sensitive parts of his wings towards their bases, prodding at pressure points he didn’t know he had. When she came across a faded feather, she quickly plucked it out, leaving a little pain and exciting a great deal of pleasure. He felt her lie down completely and then felt her heated breath on his neck. A jolt of electricity ran through him as her tender lips laid a light kiss. The softness of her kiss was unmatched; it had more sincerity but also more passion than any escort he had ever lay with. He arched his neck back, giving her better access, and she kissed him there again. It was a tad lighter this time, but her next redoubled in passion.

While she was working with such skill, he had completely lost all notion of what was going on, only twitching and occasionally groaning in the ecstatic moment. In between her kisses, which were starting to leave a sparse but pleasant amount of saliva on him, he felt something wet against the side of his neck that lingered for a second. It disappeared but soon returned when she laid another soft kiss on him. Even in his unrealizing state, he soon discovered it was her tongue. For a second, this drove him to greater heights, and he started to feel a faint buildup in his shaft. Yet when she moved over to the side of his exposed neck, he suddenly realized what he was doing by accident.

In the heat of the moment, he had forgotten her fangs. He immediately shifted back again against the back of the bed. He threw a hoof between her mouth and his neck and lowered his chin. His eyes refocused on her, waiting to see if she would lunge for him. His other hoof lay in wait.

The mare looked back at him with a confused look, the glare of lust still permeating it. She spoke in an attempt to comfort his fears, but the first word required her to show off those pointy teeth, which didn’t help her point. “Darling, what is ze matter?” she asked. Then the specificity of his body language tipped her off. Her features quickly softened in apology. “Oh, no, no, darling,” she started. The docility and kindness in her voice immediately calmed him down to the point where he could listen. “I will not do zat unless you allow me, and I certainly will not until you ’ave had your fill.”

He placed his hoof down, but still kept his chin lowered. “I don’t know if I can do that,” he said. “How do I know if I can take the pain? How do I know you won’t kill me?”

The mare sighed but quickly smiled sweetly. “My dear, allow me to explain ’ow zis is done. With your permission, when we are nearly finished, I will pierce your neck, but I will be very careful. I ’ave done zis many times before. I am able to coat my eh…” she paused, perhaps judging whether or not to use the word. “...fangs with a natural anesthetic made in ze glands above my mouth zat will surely ease your discomfort. But I also promise you will enjoy ze feeling, as strange as it may seem. You will be very tired afterwards, but many of my clients ’ave said that being bitten was a perfect complement to intercourse.” She gave him her best pair of bedroom eyes. “You were expecting intercourse, no?”

The stallion was distracted momentarily by the image of the mare taking his cock, moaning lustily as he entered her. “Uh, yeah, right,” he said when he came back to his senses.

“And you do not ’ave to worry either about your security at all. Zestral saliva is made to disinfect and repair. I promise you will remain unharmed, albeit maybe a little sleepy.”

She looked into his eyes with the same visage of sincerity mixed with oozing lust. Her slanted, sultry eyes tugged at his heartstrings, begging him to throw himself on her. Though he realized she was waiting for an answer and concluded that if she was telling the truth, he was about to have the ride of his life for little to nothing in return. It occurred to him that if she had actually harmed anypony before, he would have heard about it. Then he knew. Grinning deviously, he answered, “Alright, Dusk Dancer, if you make it worth my while, I’ll make it worth yours.

“Well, zen darling, you may change your mind at any time,” she replied. Without much ado, she shifted back and sat down in front of him to stare at his crotch. His member had softened slightly from the momentary break in fear. She looked at him and then back at it, and continued, “But for now, I zink your stallionhood is begging for attention.”

Saying this, she slowly lay down on her stomach, deliberately drawing attention to her rising rear by swishing her violet tail. Losing track of her face moving between his legs, he got a very nice view of her arched behind, which she bent flexibly to show it off. It wasn’t as plump as the princess’, but it looked nice and firm and still very soft. She swayed it sensually from side to side opposite the direction of her lively tail. The stallion imagined himself rubbing his dick in between the fold against her leaking marehood as her flicking tail teased his head.

Suddenly, a rapid, wet sensation shot up the underside of his member, causing him to gasp and look down. The mare had went to work with her mouth, licking his shaft with the flat of her tongue. She graced it once again with her slippery muscle and left a trail of drool connecting to the rod. He grunted as a small droplet of pre cum worked its way up.

The stallion felt the mare’s tongue slide over his head, making him moan in delight. The slippery organ snaked around his length and began to coat it in her own lubrication, alternating between light licks here and there at the base and long, drawn out ones up and down. Each and every touch made his cock throb and beg for even more service, and the fact that he never knew where any one would come made every one a nearly unbearable surprise. She was drooling profusely now, lubing up his waiting shaft quite well, and making him grind his hips into the bed as the saliva ran down his stallionhood and onto his twitching balls, only to be replaced by another coat. She made crude slurping sounds every time she drew back, arming her tool with even more wetness.

It wasn’t long before his dick was aching for the main course. Yet she just kept at this slow pace, making him groan and pant for more, while he stared at the memorizing movement of her vibrant tail. Then for a moment there was a pause. Before he could look down, he felt a slick lick on his left ball and shivered. He relished the tiny break in between her ministrations, eagerly expecting a second lick. Yet to his surprise, he felt the touch of her tender lips, which suddenly wrapped around it and drew the small, precious orb gently into her mouth.

All of his lower muscles seized at the ecstatic and unfamiliar joy. With the sphere safely inside her upper love canal, she sucked on it ever so lightly, making him shudder. Her tongue lapped at it there, and quickly her forelegs moved up to stroke his rod with their silky fur. Soon, she alternated with his other testicle, cupping it lightly with her lips and then taking it in too. Her tongue slid all over both of his twins, massaging them in a slippery bath of warm bliss. True to her word, by now he was groaning and writhing uncontrollably, just like Princess Luna would have been. With the combination of her warm mouth on his balls and her soft fur gently gliding across his throbbing cock, he felt himself warming up. It built up slowly but deliberately, and within due time, he was reaching his peak.

But then she withdrew completely. With the loss of that heavenly stimulation, he was caught on the edge. His hips involuntarily grinded forward, seeking out what they had lost. Quickly, he looked down to see why she had stopped. His needy search only found a naughty mare looking up at him with a sly grin. He groaned in frustration but gave her a hopeful look.

Her voice answered slowly and more elegantly than ever before. “So tell me, does it please you when my wet tongue wraps around your massive virilité?”

The Prench emphasis made his dick twitch. Groaning, he answered, “Yes.”

“I will wager zat you are delicately balanced on ze edge, no?”

“Uh, yes,” he said with some effort. “Could you please finish me off?”

She smiled. “As you wish.” Suddenly, the mare leapt onto the air with a flap of her leathery wings. With an agile swiftness, she turned around in midair and landed with her pert bottom inches from his face. As her head lowered again to lick at the tip of his member, her budding violet marehood presented itself to him. To his enjoyment, he found she was sopping wet already, and the fluids dripping from her delicate flower emitted a scent like lavender. “You may ’ave a taste if you desire,” she said, accenting the last word with her tongue swirling around.

He chose to do just that and used his own tongue to pleasure her pussy, lapping gently at the delicate folds. She gave a pleasant hum, and rewarded him by finally lifting her head and then taking his cock into her mouth. He gasped at the sheer force of the feeling. Her wet muscle continued to wrap and twist around the shaft. Again, her saliva bathed the whole length, seeming to prod and send a tiny shock of pure bliss through every one of his nerve endings. She quickly started to move up and down with her tongue caressing almost every inch of him and the soft lining of her mouth filling in all the gaps. Every time she bobbed down, his tip would bump the back of her throat.

For a moment, he was lost in the pure feeling, unable to move or even react to the world. But as he climbed back up to his peak, he grasped enough control to lean forward and lick again at the entrance to her love canal. Between his heavy breaths, he prodded at the hole and pushed in. The inside gripped around his tongue immediately, gripping it with strong muscles and squeezing it. His eyes went wide when he realized just how tight she was. Oh my bucking Celestia, he thought. I’m gonna be fucking this soon!

As if all this weren’t enough to drive home the point, finally, the mare pushed down and swallowed his dick whole. The insides of her throat wrapped snugly around it. He gasped, not expecting to be deep throated at all. Giving him no time to adjust, the mare arched her bottom, pressing her slick femininity into his face and started bobbing up and down wildly. Her nose bumped his crotch every time she went down. With all of these thoughts and sensations assaulting him at once, the mare completely overpowered any chance for control he had.

Within moments his cock swelled and engorged as his load built up, ready to pop like a balloon. Her vaginal muscles clamped around his tongue once more, and that was the last straw. With a loud groan that he barely heard through the blood rushing in his ears, he bucked upwards and shot his load straight into her stomach. She moaned pleasantly at this, causing her esophagus to vibrate. This in turn earned her another powerful eruption from his cock, followed quickly by another and another. The moment seemed to last forever as he madly ground in and out of her.

Eventually though, the feeling died down and he stopped unloading his hot, sticky seed. She wasn’t done though, as she pulled his member out of her throat and continued to lick down its underside, which was still in her mouth. She drew out the residual semen that was still in his cock and swallowed every last drop. When she was sure she got all of it, she finally released the pleased organ and turned around to look at the stallion, who was experiencing a wondrous afterglow.

She laid her light body down on him again and gazed dreamily into his eyes. “Now perhaps you are seeing why ze stallions relish my coming so eagerly.” Still quite out of it, he couldn’t muster a reply. Her hoof moved to fondle his member, making him jerk. She made a lovely humming sound. “You are soft now. I did not ‘ire you out, I ’ope. We ’ave yet to enter ze main course.”

The stallion knew she didn’t need a response. As she continued to rub his dick, it started to stiffen again. She let go of it and slid herself back. He grunted as he felt the wet sensation of her dripping slit tease him. She was moving her tight rear back and forth, flicking her tail again to catch his eye. She moved back again, pressing the warmth of her marehood against his member, readying him for what was to come. When she was sure he was nice and at his hardest, she lifted herself up and positioned herself over him. “Do not worry, darling. Our races cannot procreate, so please, you may cum inside me; I do enjoy ze feeling of being full....” She closed her eyes and lowered herself.

His whole lower end clenched as he felt the ring of hot, tight and wet bliss pass over the head of his waiting cock like a wave of thunderous lightning. Though she was as tight as most virgins, her wetness accepted him easily. She let out a soft moan as she slid all the way down and soon hilted him at the base. Her eyes opened and the black slits glared down at him with greedy lust. Without waiting she pulled up and her love canal gripped on his shaft hard, milking him well. He felt a few more drops of pre cum ease their way out.

She came down with some force, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her and another moan from him. It had been so long since he felt this amazing combination of sensations all working in harmony on his shaft. Each time she bent her limber legs and engulfed him into the sea of bliss, he could not help but shudder, and each time she pulled out so that just the tip was inside, he felt his dick twitch, begging to be thrust back inside. Her pace quickened in no time, and soon she was bouncing up and down on his cock with surprising strength and near-explosive results.

Her moans came out controlled and reserved at first, but before long, his ears rang with loud, feminine cries that drove him on. With what little strength he had, he thrust up into her and broke her tempo, causing her to gasp and look down with approval. The two pounded away at each other with their orgasms building slowly, but powerfully like an approaching storm. His cock bulged and trembled as her tight grip coaxed out his cum, and her wetness filled his nostrils with that soft but so arousing scent. The room echoed with the slick sounds of their movement and the growing volume of their cries.

And then finally, she bent down and whispered into his ear. Her sentence was punctuated even more than usual by her moans. “I … believe it … is time.” Saying this, she clenched the muscles in her pussy, clamping on him like a vice, and pressed down. Then she drew up and then down again. The added pressure in his dick quickly brought him to the edge, and when she increased her speed, he started to lose what little control he had left on holding himself back. She knew he had reached the breaking point and fell completely flat onto him. Her hooves rubbed sensually against his stiff wings, and her soft lips graced his neck. “Get ready, darling,” she said. “Zis will be new.”

Without any other warning, her jaw suddenly opened wide and her long, pointed fangs dove into his throat, easily piercing through the flesh. An overwhelming force captivated his whole body, spreading out like two earthquakes from the epicenters of his neck and dick. A rush of indescribable ecstasy rushed through him at this and both of them came instantly. A loud yell burst out of him as he shot load after load into her pulsating pussy. Each one he emptied into her came with a delay, with the explosive feeling abateing for a moment and then building up quickly and returning twofold gloriously while her love canal squeezed his rod. The fiery warmth of her clenching rosebud added to the inferno of delight running through his entire lower half, taking away notice of almost anything outside himself.

Meanwhile, a force delivering equal pleasure ran from his neck. He writhed in bliss even as she drank in her meal with ease. He couldn’t exactly say it was pain, but each suck from her was surely powerful, as he felt like he was climaxing from that part over and over again. He felt a trickle down his neck, but gave it no thought at all for the overtaking euphoria. He could faintly hear her moaning as well, clearly from both the sensations in her mouth and nethers. Each time he unleashed his seed she cried louder.

After a while, the mare’s fit of joy finally ended. Breathing heavily, she pulled her teeth out of him gingerly and held her hoof over the wounds for a moment. When she removed it, she smiled, seeing that there were just two tiny red marks. There was no flow of crimson. She bent down and gave a sweet kiss over the dots, as when a mother kisses her own child’s scrape. “Ze incisions have ’ealed, darling,” she said, trusting that he could hear her and understand. “You are safe.”

Now for him, the strong storm of pleasure was quieting down to a gentle and comforting breeze flowing over him. As he came down to earth, becoming more aware of where he was again, a gradual feeling of weariness began to overtake him. That weariness soon turned into a desire for restful sleep, and he simply lay there, with his breathing beginning to slow down. She continued to caress his wings sensually, and as he had been satisfied with the best sex of his life, the massage made him relax deeply.

Despite the grogginess in his head, as she gently massaged him, he began to think about what he had just done. He couldn’t have felt it before because of the force of his orgasm, but now that he was starting to feel again, he really began to feel like he had made a connection with Dusk Dancer. Intercourse was one thing. It always seemed to be the ultimate sign of trust, but her biting him like that was a new grade of intimacy. He had given her his life-blood, and in the process he risked his own life. Yet now that she had gotten what she wanted, she wasn’t walking away.

There was something in her touch this time that made her so different than all the other mares he had been with. It felt like she really saw him as an individual and not just another meal. Likewise, when he gave her his blood, he suddenly realized that she was a real person too, one with needs and feelings herself. And it seemed he had satisfied some of those needs, because she treated him kindly in return. For an act that could have been very gruesome, she made it virtually painless. As he lay there, he thought that he could hear her whispering quietly to him in Prench. He didn’t have a clue what she was saying, but he could feel the sincere affection in her voice.

After an eternity of this musing, he felt the mare lift his tired body and slip down the soft sheets. Then her warm body wrapped around his as she raised the covers over them. The soft fur of her neck tickled his nose when she embraced him. Her touch was sincere and not overreaching; her hug emanated true feeling. He lay there motionless, enjoying her affectionate displays of love, free from lust. And over the dying ringing in his ears he heard her say, “Zank you for everything, my dear. Let us sleep now and regain your strength.”

The light from the lamps in the room extinguished, but through the darkness, right in front of him he could see the relaxed eyes of the mare. Her tender lips brushed against his in a soft kiss, and the world of the waking began to fade from view as he stepped through the threshold of Luna’s world.