Ingress: Fraternisation

“You bit me,” Dave stated as he and Nightshade walked side-by-side down a path. He lifted a hand to rub at the marks on his neck. “Like, you seriously bit me. And drank my blood.”

“I recall something to that effect,” Nightshade said with a smirk.

Dave frowned to himself, scratching at the back of his neck idly. “That… well it was weird.”

“You taste pretty good,” Nightshade said with a low hum, grinning sideways at him.

Dave held up a hand, palm outwards. “I am not on the menu.”

“That’s what you think,” Nightshade said with a smirk. “I know you enjoyed that.”

“It felt weird as hell,” Dave said with a shake of his head. “Like getting a good hit of drugs while going to the dentist.”

Nightshade tilted her head, looking puzzled. “Well… I know you enjoyed it. And even if you won’t admit it, you want it to happen again.”

“Wistful thinking on your part, I think,” Dave said with a shake of his head. “I’m not a ‘blood donor’ as it were.”

“Fifty bits says I’m tasting you again before this mission is over,” Nightshade challenged.

Dave raised a brow slowly. “C’mon, that’s a little unfair. You’ll probably just jump me while I’m asleep.”

Nightshade smirked. “Well, if you’re too chicken…”

“Fine, you’re on,” Dave said with a wave of his hand. “Though I’m sleeping in my full armor from now on.”

Dave lifted his hand from the guard of his rifle, shielding his gaze from the sun and peering out across the hills towards where he could see the outline of a town in the distance. “Are we heading there?”

“Sure are,” Nightshade said simply, ambling along beside him.

“Why?” Dave queried.

“Well, I need to have a bath, for a start,” Nightshade said with a wrinkled nose. “With soap. A waterfall just doesn’t cut it.”

Dave gave the batpony and uncertain glance. “That’s… kinda off-mission.”

Nightshade perked an ear upwards in his direction, eyes narrowing slowly. “The mission is as I define it. And I define our current mission as ‘get a room at the inn and get clean and have a good night’s rest’.”

“Kinda vague, but I can work with it,” Dave said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t have any, you know, bits, though.”

“I’ll pay for the room,” Nightshade said with a roll of her eyes, giving an exasperated sigh. “So long as you’re not scared of sleeping near me.”

Dave tapped his chest with his knuckles. “Kevlar. Blocks bullets and thick knives.”

“Fangs?” Nightshade queried innocently.

“Maybe,” Dave admitted, frowning slightly. “But I’ve got no problem sleeping in the same room as you. Kinda hard to protect you otherwise.”

“Protect me?” Nightshade asked, ears slowly perking upwards at him. “I hardly need protecting.”

“But you’re my commanding officer. It is my duty to protect you,” Dave said with a shrug.

“We’re on reconnaissance,” Nightshade said with a roll of her eyes. “Not infiltrating enemy camps. Nopony is going to attack us.”

“Expect the unexpected,” Dave replied with another shrug.

“That’s an oxymoron,” Nightshade growled, shaking her head slowly and then pointing ahead. “The inn is on the other side of town. We’ll circle around instead of parading down the main street.”

Dave felt nearly every eye in the room on him as he stood awkwardly to one side of the bottom floor of the inn. It was a standard set up of inns everywhere; bottom floor set up as a bar/diner combo and the second floor as rooms to rent.

Nightshade was talking with the innkeeper, a rather large-chested white-and-grey griffon, and discussing what rooms they could get.

Dave just stood awkwardly to the side, one palm resting on the butt of his weapon with his other crossed over it in front of himself. He had already removed the magazine and chambered round and slipped them into one of of the pouches on his vest, but there was just no real comfortable way to carry a rifle.

“We uh… want a room in one of the corners, overlooking the street,” Dave said quietly, leaning in so that Nightshade could hear him over the general hubbub of the ponies in the room.

“Corner room, please,” Nightshade said, sliding a sack of bits across the counter.

The griffon took the sack of bits, opening it up and checking the contents before sliding a heavy key across to Nightshade, with a ‘4’ engraved on it.

Nightshade took the key slipping it between her chest and the chestpiece of her armor, turning on her hooves and making a motion towards the stairs with her nose. “Upstairs, let’s go.”

Dave nodded curtly, turning and heading up the stairs to the second floor, quickly scanning around and finding nobody anywhere in the upstairs area.

Nightshade brushed past him, heading down the hallway, right to the very end. She paused in front of a door, producing the key. The key scraped in the lock, and the door opened.

“I claim the bed!” Nightshade called over her shoulder, stepping into the room.

Dave stepped in after her, coming up short with a single blink.

Nightshade was already ‘nude’. Her armor had been discarded, her saddlebags were resting at the end of the bed, and her claws were sitting crossed neatly on the covers. As Dave entered she pranced past him, heading into the bathroom and kicking the door closed.

Dave stared after her for several long moments, before blinking and shaking his head. He lifted his rifle’s sling over his head and then dropped it onto the bed, letting his shoulders slump and the heavy backpack to slip right off and onto the floor. He gave a long sigh of relief as the weight lessened, and he turned to slump on the edge of the bed, leaning down to undo his boots. The boots, bandolier, and then the vest itself were removed and placed aside.

A long sigh of relief left the human and he dropped onto his back on the bed, just staring at the ceiling and enjoying the cool breeze on his body.

After several long moments of nirvana, Dave rolled back onto his feet and picked up his rifle again, stepping over to the window and pulling the curtains aside, peering out. There was a slight overlap of the bottom floor, and so Dave couldn’t see anyone directly underneath the second floor, but he had a commanding view of the entire street outside. He pulled up a chair, placing it at the edge of the window, with the back of it resting against the lip of the window. He then placed his rifle on the chair, within easy reach and access to aim down into the street should it be needed. the magazine was pushed back into the rifle, and he checked that the safety was on before chambering a round.

Dave drew the curtains again, and then undid the heavy belt around his waist, dropping it into the pile with the rest of his stuff, kicking off his pants to leave him in just a singlet and a pair of boxer shorts.

“So many layers,” Nightshade said from the bathroom doorway. “You’ve got clothes under your clothes.”

“That’s humans for you,” Dave said with a languid stretch. “I’d be wearing briefs under all this too, if not for experience.”

“Experience?” Nightshade asked, head canting to the side.

“Chafing sucks,” Dave said with a shrug. “Especially when you have tight-fitting cloth soaked in sweat.”

Nightshade wrinkled her nose, before jerking her head back towards the shower. “You. In here. Now.”

Dave gave the batpony an uncertain look. “Why?”

“I need my wings cleaned, and I don’t have anypony else around,” Nightshade said with a shrug, jerking her head towards the shower again. “C’mon.”

Dave gave a long sigh, and then nodded slightly. “Okay, fine, I’m coming,” he said, reaching back down to pick up his belt. He extricated his sidearm from the belt, as well as the spare magazine, carrying both into the bathroom with him and placing them beside the door.

“Do you really need to be so intimate with your weapons?” Nightshade asked blankly as she pushed the door closed behind him.

Dave raised an eyebrow. “It’s a precaution. My rifle is out there. So my side arm comes in here with me. It only takes one little overlooked thing to get you killed.”

Nightshade rolled her eyes. “Like anyone is going to attack us here.”

“Well, if I behave as if we’re going to be attacked every time, then I’ll be prepared if the one-in-a-million chance of it happening, happens,” Dave said with a shrug. “You’re lucky I didn’t set up a claymore in the doorway.”

“So strict,” Nightshade said with a wrinkled nose, shaking her head and turning towards the shower. “Now, get the soap.”

Dave gave a long sigh and picked up a bar of soap, following after Nightshade.

The bathroom was roomy, but not excessively so. The shower was set to one side, with a rectangular basin to catch the runoff and direct it towards the drain. The shower itself looked almost like a fluorescent light fixture. A thin cylinder of metal was suspended on a pair of chains above the shower, with holes all along its length and a pipe feeding water to it from above.

“Never seen one of them before,” Dave said conversationally.

“Makes sure nopony hogs all the spray,” Nightshade explained with a smile, pushing the ‘hot’ tap on. Almost scalding-hot water cascaded down from the fixture, creating an even spread across the basin.

Dave cautiously inched closer. “Do you like your fur getting burned off?”

“Oh grow up, filly,” Nightshade said, rolling her eyes and stepping under the spray with a happy groan, her wings spreading slightly. “This is the perfect temperature.”

“If you want to boil a lobster, maybe,” Dave retorted, holding his hand under the spray and then wincing.

“So… are you going to get in or not? Do those things even come off or are they just part of your body?” Nightshade asked, eyeing his boxers and singlet.

“I aint taking off my pants,” Dave said guardedly, sliding his singlet off over his head and tossing it into the corner. “Don’t need you ogling my manparts and whatnot. Might take out your eye or something.”

Nightshade rolled her eyes at that. “Oh, I’m sure, I’m sure. If I don’t mistake it for an earthworm. I’ve heard stories about how unimpressive humans are.”

Dave frowned at that, snorting once. “Reverse psychology?”

“Maybe,” Nightshade said blankly, giving him an innocent smile.

“That doesn’t work on me,” Dave said with a shake of his head, gingerly slipping into the shower, wincing as the hot water contacted his flesh. “Jesus H. Christ it’s like a sauna in here!”

“Isn’t it awesome?” Nightshade asked with a grin, turning around and pushing her back towards him. “Now, shush, soldier. Your new mission is to clean my wings.”

“So you can’t even reach these things, huh?” Dave asked, lifting the bar of soap and starting to lather up the leathery wings.

Nightshade peered at him over her shoulder for a long moment. “Do my hooves look like they bend that far?”

“Not without broken bones, no,” Dave admitted thoughtfully. “I remember I used to be able to touch my fingertips together behind my back before I enlisted.”

“And after?” Nightshade asked, perking an ear upwards.

Dave shrugged, pulling her between his knees to get full access to her wings. “Put on too much muscle. Got a lot less flexible. I was kinda a runty kid.”

“Shouldn’t have sacrificed your flexibility and litheness for strength,” Nightshade chided, shaking her head.

“All soldiers have to put on muscle or just die of dehydration,” Dave said with a shrug and a laugh. “It’s natural to get more muscles when you’re doing physical exercise day in, day out.”

Dave grasped the batpony’s wings, lightly rubbing the soap over them, feeling the soft, luxurious fuzz covering them under his fingertips. He grasped both wings at once, kneading towards the base of them slowly.

“So they force you all to get muscly?” Nightshade asked in between a soft groan and shudder.

Dave shook his head. “Not exactly. It’s more the lifestyle.”

“That’s so...uniform,” Nightshade said with a wrinkled nose, leaning back into the touch at her wings, biting her bottom lip. “We have personalized programs in the guard. If you’re nimble and quick, we build to that strength instead of making everypony so… uniform.”

“But you have so many less members,” Dave pointed out, kneading at the base of the batpony’s wings slowly. He stroked the bar of soap across the expanse of one wing, and then over to the other.

“Indeed,” Nightshade said, humming thoughtfully. “Still…”

“The special forces are a lot more nimble,” Dave offered with a slight shrug. “But we don’t use melee combat… or well, we didn’t. All engagements were with rifles. So being quick and nimble and good with a blade didn’t matter. Especially not with sniper rifles thrown in the mix. And tanks. And explosives… and you get the picture.”

“Make you stronger, lug around more fancy gear, blow the shit out of the enemy,” Nightshade said absent-mindedly. “It makes sense… but it destroys individuality.”

“The army is all about conformity and discipline,” Dave said with a soft chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders, lightly rubbing his palms over the velvet softness of the batpony’s wings.

“Discipline,” Nightshade mused, leaning back against him. “I was never much good at that, honestly.”

Dave shrugged again. “We had it drilled into us.”

“And what about… fraternising?” Nightshade asked with a smug little smirk.

“It’s frowned upon, but there are no ‘ground rules’ for over here because no one honestly expects humans and ponies to be screwing each other. That’s weird,” Dave said with a shake of his head.

Nightshade slowly raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t screw me?”

Dave blinked once, mouth opening to reply before he closed it, looking puzzled. “I… uh… well…”

Nightshade smirked, pushing back against him a little more firmly. “That’s definitely not a firm negative.”

“It’s not an affirmative either,” Dave responded with a frown. “You’re… well, you’re not human.”

“That didn’t seem to bother you when I was suckling at your neck,” Nightshade teased.

Dave stiffened slightly at that, giving a faint huff. “Well that was just… different. Never had my throat sucked at before.”

Nightshade gave a thoughtful sound, smirking slightly. “I know you enjoyed it… I know you’d let me do it again.”

Dave gave a faint shiver at that, shaking his head. “I think you’re overestimating your allure, little pony.”

Nightshade raised an eyebrow, turning around and then placing her hooves on his thighs for balance, leaning up until her nose was pushed against his own, “I don’t think I am.”

“You’re not sinking your fangs into me,” Dave said, deadpan.

“Even if I ask nicely?” Nightshade asked, grinning at him innocently, revealing her pointy teeth.

“Not even if you beg,” Dave said with a slow shake of his head.

Nightshade hummed thoughtfully, before a slow smirk spread across her features. “What if I made it an order.”

“That would be cheating,” Dave said, frowning deeply.

“But you’d have to follow my orders,” Nightshade half-asked, her grin growing wider, wings giving an eager little twitch.

Dave squirmed uncomfortably. “I guess so.”

“Ask me to bite you,” Nightshade purred, smirking smugly at him. “That’s an order.”

Dave gingerly placed a hand on the batpony’s neck, wincing slightly. “U-uh… bite me?”

Nightshade was no more than a blur of movement, sinking her fangs into his neck almost instantly.

Dave arched underneath her, gritting and baring his teeth at the pain of having batpony fangs pierce his flesh, his fingers digging into her scruff, one of his knees lifting and pushing against her stomach clumsily. “Holy fuck that hurts!”

“Quit your bitching,” Nightshade giggled, pushing him firmly back against the edge of the tub with a hard shove of her hooves, pushing her nose back under his chin to capture his throat between her lips, suckling heatedly at it.

Dave winced, grinding his heel into the bottom of the tub, squeezing her wings a little more firmly at the pain of the bite, before slowly starting to relax as it began to fade.

A soft murmur left the batpony, a soothing sound that might have meant to be words muffled around her mouthful of human throat.

“Jesus,” Dave murmured, wincing again. “You’re going to suck me dry at this rate.”

“It’s barely a trickle!” Nightshade scowled, pulling back long enough to nudge his chin with her nose, snorting once. “If I made the holes any bigger they wouldn’t heal quickly. Now quit being such a filly!”

Dave opened his mouth to protest, trailing off into a gasp as Nightshade resumed suckling at his neck, pushing herself into his lap eagerly. His hands automatically lifted to rest over her form, palms laying across her wings.

Nightshade growled eagerly around his throat, tongue swirling heatedly against his flesh, dragging against him in a soft lick and swirl.

Dave could feel himself getting slightly light headed, slowly relaxing under the batpony, fingers lightly squeezing her wings.

“Enjoying yourself?” Nightshade asked, smirking up at him.

Dave gave a slight shudder and a slow nod. “Mhmm… sure… yeah…”

Nightshade smirked, lapping lightly at his throat, hooves squeezing his thighs innocently. “I could do anything I want to you…”

“Probably,” Dave admitted hazily, lightly squeezing and stroking at her wings, even as the batpony went back to suckle heatedly at his throat.

Nightshade growled eagerly around his throat, suckling at his flesh in earnest, her hooves shifting down to squeeze experimentally at his hips.

Dave arched slightly under her, but otherwise didn’t protest, melting under the assault of the soft lips and tongue at his throat, staring hazily at the ceiling, unseeingly.

Smirking around her mouthful, Nightshade slipped her hoof down to push right up between his thighs, rubbing slowly at the bulge barely concealed in his boxer shorts. “Not even going to try to stop me?” she purred eagerly.

Dave gave a noncommittal sound in response, squeezing her wings a little more firmly, unconsciously spreading his knees a little further.

Nightshade gave an eager growl at that, pushing her hoof even more firmly against him, before sliding it away and smoothly pushing it down the front of his boxer shorts, to rub directly against the stiffening human cock. “Interesting…” she hissed around his neck, rubbing her hoof back and forth slowly.

Baring his teeth slightly, Dave rubbed all the more firmly at her wings, kneading and pushing at them firmly, trying his best not to grind his hips into the touch of her hoof.

Nightshade clumsily tugged his stiffened cock out of his pants, pushing it against his stomach and rubbing up and down it with the bottom of her hoof, suckling at his throat all the while, humming eagerly.

Dave bit his tongue, trying to focus through the haze clouding his mind, hands grasping the batpony’s shoulders.

“You taste delicious…” Nightshade purred, pulling back slowly, licking her lips, and then her fangs, quite deliberately, watching him intently.

“I’m glad you approve,” Dave responded absentmindedly, tilting his head down to peer at her for several long seconds. He frowned slightly, looking down further. “Why are you… what?”

“Didn’t even notice, did you?” Nightshade asked with a smirk, grinding her hoof against him a little more firmly, making him gasp and shudder at the sensation.

“Urf, don’t be so rough. I’m not a pony. You’re going to injure me,” Dave complained, shaking his head slightly to try and clear it. The intense heat of the shower wasn’t helping him think straight, either. The air itself seemed to catch in his lungs.

Nightshade smirked up at him, and then down at him, ears perking slowly. “Do you want me to… ‘take care’ of you?” she asked innocently, eyes staring up into his own with a naughty smile.

“W-what?” Dave asked, feeling his heart start to race, sure he was blushing. “I... I…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Nightshade said with a low growl, placing a hoof against his lips, before started to slowly snake down his form, dragging her hot velvety tongue against his flesh as she went. “Just don’t tell me to stop…”

Dave stared down at her perplexed, watching the batpony lick down his form, soft pink tongue glancing along his chest and stomach, and then even further downwards. His eyes widened and he jerked slightly in surprise as the heated tongue contacted his stiff length, swirling across the tip of his cock slowly.

Nightshade hummed eagerly, her hoof pushing down on his shorts, sliding the soggy clothing away from his body so she could push her tongue along the entirety of his tip, swirling slowly around and around the cap.

“Oh fuck,” Dave gasped, feeling his heart beating somewhere in his throat, his fingertips digging into the batpony’s mane.

Nightshade gave an eager growl, and opened her mouth, descending over him.

Dave barely had time to gasp in horror as he saw sharp fangs pushing down over his sensitive cock, his entire form tensing in fearful anticipation.

Soft lips and an even softer tongue consumed him, and the hot confines of the batpony’s mouth closed around him, even as Nightshade closed her lips to form a seal and then suckled gently at him. Her teeth just barely grazed against him, resting lightly on his flesh, not threateningly, but a gentle reminder of the terrible things that pleasuring muzzle could do.

“T-teeth!” Dave whimpered, hesitantly resting a hand on the back of her head, squeezing repeatedly. “C-careful!”

Nightshade pulled back with a smirk, swirling her tongue right up the length of his underside, ending with a soft lick against his tip, before grinning up at him, giggling, “So twitchy and jumpy…” she breathed, gently swirling her tongue against him. “You’ve got a batpony going down on you and all you can think about is fear of getting injured?”

“You have fangs,” Dave protested, grinding his heel into the tub again. “Those are terrif—”

Dave didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Nightshade dropped her muzzle back over him, suckling right the way to the base of his cock, effortlessly pushing his tip down the back of her throat and swallowing around him intently.

Dave’s eyes widened and he gasped helplessly, trying his best not to hump into the tight muzzle and tugging, squeezing throat.

Nightshade grinned around her mouthful, golden eyes staring up at him, gyrating her velvet tongue against the underside of his cock slowly. She slowly drew back again, lapping at his tip once or twice. “Now, Mr Richards… tell me that you like this, or I’m going to stop.”

“I-I like this!” Dave said immediately, his resolve shattered under the attention of the batpony.

Nightshade smirked up at him, giggling wickedly. “I own you,” she purred, delicately dragging her tongue against the underside of his tip. “Don’t you ever forget that, Dave…”

“I won’t,” Dave promised, panting heavily as he watched the batpony intently. “I’ll let you do the blood drinking thing on me, just… don’t leave me hanging…”

A mischievous smile flickered across Nightshade’s face, and she lightly swirled her tongue against his underside again, before grasping him with both hooves and starting to jerk him off repeatedly, squeezing and rubbing in earnest.

The batpony hummed eagerly, pushing up his form again, not even pausing in the rapid work of her hooves over his erection as she nudged up under his throat with a heated growl. “Let me know when you’re going to blow, Mr Richards…” she purred huskily, before latching back onto his throat, biting down to get back at the flow of crimson gold.

Dave gasped and arched under her, clenching his eyes closed and kicking at the tub. The sharp sting of pain passed quickly this time, chased away by the hoof on his cock. In mere moments, he was melting under the assault of her lips and tongue on his throat, feeling her suckling heatedly at him while jerking him off.

“Mnnf… Nightshade… I’m going to…” Dave gasped, feeling the hot air catching in his lungs.

“Not yet,” Nightshade hissed urgently around her mouthful, suckling at him all the more intently. Her hoof faltered on him, and she growled faintly, pushing him back against the edge of the tub even more firmly as she move to straddle him. In moments, she was seated in his lap, grinding the soft lips of the furred batpony cunt along the underside of Dave’s cock over and over again, pushing it against his stomach with her weight.

“F-fuck!” Dave hissed, arching under her and squeezing her hips, the entire length of stiffened cock jerking between them, sandwiched against their forms.

Quick as a flash, Nightshade disengaged from his throat and then shoved her muzzle down into his lap, capturing his spurting cock just after the first heavy burst of his spunk spilled out over his stomach. The second urgent volley of his mess spilled up across her tongue, splashing across the roof of her mouth and filling her muzzle with the heated mess. Burst after burst of eager human spunk sprayed into her suckling muzzle, even as she ground her soft tongue in earnest against the tip of his cock, humming eagerly.

Dave gasped heavily, jerking against her, spilling into her mouth with a low groan, a palm resting on one of her ears. “H-holy shit…” he groaned breathlessly, as the final trickle of his mess drooled from his throbbing cock.

Nightshade glowered up at him, lightly suckling at him to get the last of his mess from his softening cock, pulling back and swallowing thickly. She snorted faintly as she watched him soften, before leaning in to drag her tongue against his stomach, cleaning up the burst of mess that had spilled there.

Dave watched her listlessly, an utter mess of euphoria and clouded senses, staring down into her eyes as she idly cleaned up his mess.

Nightshade snorted faintly again, tongue swirling against his stomach, making the muscles underneath tense and quiver on reflex. Her muzzle pushed up higher, trailing over his chest, before she bit down possessively on his neck again, suckling heatedly at him. “I own you…” she growled around her mouthful dominantly. “Say it.”

“Ohrr… you own me…” Dave groaned, lightly stroking a palm against her shoulder slowly.

Nightshade straddled his lap again, seating herself firmly against him, giving a soft growl as she slowly ground her hips against him. “You owe me, Mr Richards. Especially since you selfishly made me do all of that and gave me nothing in return.”

Dave gave a noncommittal groan, resting his palm lazily against her wings, squeezing lightly at them with a faint smile. “I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Nightshade growled possessively, suckling at his throat all the more eagerly.