She awaited his arrival with baited breath, with butterflies in her stomach, and a sense of dread in her heart.

Cheeriliee, Ponyville’s best but only schoolteacher, paced a corridor of her house slowly. She occasionally changed her route, heading to each of her house’s second-floor windows in an erratic pattern, hoping to catch advance warning of him before he entered her house. It was futile, she knew it. He’d most likely enter whatever window she wasn’t at, unless he felt like having her watch his ingress. As her patrol took her to her bedroom, she sighed and glanced at the clock in her bedroom, the only room in the house with the lights on. He didn’t care if the lights were lit, of course – and he had a habit of turning the lights out when he arrived - but starlight wasn’t enough to read the hands of the wall-mounted clock opposite her bed.

It was 12:15. 15 minutes past his average time. Key word being “average,” not usual. Being a schoolteacher, she valued schedules, and the ability to keep to them. On the other hoof, he was quite erratic in his intrusions, appearing whenever he pleased, no sooner or later. Even the days when he’d intrude into her home were not set in stone.

She left the bedroom and wandered down the hall to the bathroom, switching on the light there as she arrived. The light here was more intense than that in the bedroom, and on nights like this it would serve well to hold back sleepiness, along with a splash of water to the face. She turned on the water in the sink, soaked her hooves, and was about to apply some hydro-stimulation to her face when she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look all that tired, but she wasn’t entirely awake either. Tomorrow was a school day, and it would be best to be rested. Who knows, perhaps he wasn’t coming tonight. She smiled at the thought, turned the water and lights off, and walked down the hall towards her bedroom. She closed her eyes and yawned, so she didn’t see until she was nearly at the bedroom that the lights were off, and she had just stepped in the doorway when she realized she hadn’t left them that way.

She glanced towards the window, and there he was. A faint hint of moonlight followed him, and that – combined with her memory – was enough for her to make out his features. He was a batpony, with an agile yet toned frame, his wings unfolded slightly to his sides, as though having just landed, or about to take flight. His fur was dark charcoal, his mane and tail a pale, ghostly indigo, both long and swept back. His cutie mark was a crescent moon, so slim it was like a curved needle, with a glimmer of starlight peeking over the outer edge of the curve. And his eyes… they were dark blue, like sapphires filled with the deep ocean and the night sky. The pupils were dilated due to darkness, but still weren’t fully round. And now, those eyes were gleaming in delight.

Her breath caught in her chest. She was never used to seeing him like this… having him enter with all the skill of a thief – or a vampire, If vampires didn’t need invitations. The faint creak of a window opening would be her only warning, if at all, and then he would seek her out, or wait for her where he knew she’d go. Like tonight.

She swallowed. He grinned and approached her, his serial prey. She couldn’t move as he approached her, and there was no point in running anyway. He walked – crept – sauntered up to her, put his hoof under her chin… and drew in, pressing his mouth to hers.

She closed her eyes, which only blocked out other distractions and left the feel of his lips on hers all the more intense. It didn’t last long, and she opened her eyes as he drew back. Those first kisses were never the real show, just his way of greeting her. He tilted his head in the direction of her bed, a clear invitation. Or demand. No, a suggestion, one she was helpless but to follow, despite a part of her mind that opposed the very idea. He moved ahead of her, confident that she’d follow, and climbed onto the bed before lying on his side, facing her. She mirrored his movements, facing him, close enough for him to reach out, embrace her, and pull her in for a longer, more passionate kiss.

She made a soft noise, a noise born of uncertainty and discomfort, and drew back after a moment. She shouldn’t be doing this. There were several reasons why, not the least being that giving in to her own desires, and the desires of an intruder in the night, just wasn’t the right thing to do.

His eyes twinkled and his mouth formed a faint, wry smile. She knew it meant: “It’s cute when you resist.” She knew him well enough to understand his meaning. He wrapped a hoof around her neck, another around the small of her back, and his free wing over her barrel, enveloping her in his embrace and drawing her closer. Now the full force of his kiss was on her – his hunger, his desire, restrained into a controlled, artful passion. He knew what to do to excite her, to arouse that same passion in her. It was working. She was starting to awaken, in more ways than one.

After a few minutes, a short while after he definitely could smell her arousal, he drew back. Shifting, he rolled atop her, then lifted himself up on his hooves slightly, enough for him to reposition himself while showing her a glimpse of his length. A last vestige of resistance made its stand in her, and she raised her front hooves to his chest, weakly holding him there.

He smiled again, and merely reached a hoof down to her nethers. He stroked her gently, then firmly, then lightly, alternatively stimulating and teasing her. As her desire deepened, her will to hold him back faded. Her hooves on his chest lost their strength, then dedicated themselves to caressing his body. That was his cue, that he’d won this silly little game she tried to play. He lowered himself onto her, slowly penetrating her. Her breathing picked up as he began to fill her, until he bottomed out inside her, body lightly resting on hers. He pressed his mouth to hers again, and then began to thrust, raising and lowering his hips on hers.

What came next was familiar to her. His thrusts were firm but not overpowering, going at a pace that was forceful yet controlled. All the while, he’d caress her sides with his wings, wrap a hoof behind her head, gently slide his body across hers, and kiss her passionately the entire time. All she could do was wrap her hooves around him and pull him into her, not letting go. There were no sounds except her muffled whimpers and moans of pleasure, and the sound of his hips meeting hers mixed with the union of their sexes.

Her body had been waiting for this treatment. Whether he knew just what to do to please her most, or her body simply decided that what he did was the best thing ever, she didn’t know. But she needed him, in this moment, needed him to fill her and give her a treatment she'd remember. And he was fulfilling her quite well. This was not a night that she’d last long. With him doing his best to stimulate every inch of her body, she had no choice but to climax. Hard. She screamed into his mouth, bucking her hips up, hooves moving down to his lower back and pulling her into him. She closed her eyes as everything faded except for him and what he was doing to her body. Time seemed to slow as he obligingly pounded her, giving all that she wanted.

At last she relaxed, her hooves falling to her sides, utterly drained. Lightly gasping for breath, she let him do what he wished with her limp but sated body. He hadn’t finished yet – he never did before her – but his breathing was already husky, and a few moments passed before his breaths became ragged, and he began thrusting rapidly into her, rough and forceful. She smiled a little at the subtle thrill of his hot seed spreading inside her. At last he too lay still, save for subtly moving to embrace her fully, enclosing her body under his. She was too exhausted and content to move for several moments, but at last she wrapped her hooves around him again, then lay still, basking in her afterglow as he laid soft kisses upon her lips, face, and neck.

She opened her eyes to look at the clock. Not quite 1 ‘o clock was as much as she could make out. She turned her eyes to his. He stared into her, the passion in his eyes now reduced to embers, leaving a glow in them that was… contentment, perhaps? Satisfaction? She smiled a little more, another subtle rush of pleasure going through her at having pleased him so thoroughly.

Then she yawned, breaking eye contact in the process. As she finished, he began to get up, slowly lifting himself off her. She didn’t react as he lightly stepped onto the floor, then walked over to the window. He stared out it for a long moment… then looked over at her, meeting her gaze.

She looked into his eyes for a moment, then shivered, the lack of his warmth reaching her. She rolled out of bed and walked over to him, as he watched. That feeling of nervousness was returning again, as was need… a different sort of need. When she was in front of him, she closed the few inches between their faces and brought her lips to his. A gentle, warm kiss, like he gave her when he arrived.

“Stay with me tonight,” She whispered, the first words spoken that night. “Please?”

A moment passed. A long moment, in which his normally expressive eyes were impassive. Then he smiled and nodded, and turned to face her. This time, she led the way to her bed, and climbed onto it gently and gracefully. She lay on her side, facing him as he followed her and took position facing her. The pair embraced each other, with every limb they could entwine around each other, and their lips met softly and gently for one last time for the night. Within his limbs, his wings, with his breath on her neck and his heartbeat faintly within her senses, she felt content.

She dreaded his arrival, but couldn’t bear to have him leave.

Author's Note

Yes, I have published something after such a long hiatus! And... it's clop. Stop judging me! Don't judge me just because I'm writing pony porn when I have other projects to work on! This was something I had to write!

Actually, there were a lot of things that went into the creation of this story. Largely it was based on how I expected a fic on here called Golden Eyes to turn out, combined with... some other ideas that I don't quite recall. Perhaps I will later. And I'll describe the ideas bit by bit as we progress. Oh yes - this will not be a standalone chapter!