Author's Note
Welcome to Blind Date 2!
This is your last warning.
This story contains gore, and a huge amount of it!
Expect rough biting, blood drinking, flesh eating and other hard kinks, so continue with caution or close this story right away if ur not okay with that stuff.
You've been warned...
The Tea
The Tea
Red stepped nervously and sheepishly towards my door, it was actually kind of funny and, well… cute. The blush she was sporting on her cheeks told me that she definitely knew what tea would be served. If it stays up to me, it’ll be really, really hot tea.
Smiling at her, I opened the door to my apartment, which, surprisingly, took me much longer than usual. I was nervous as well, to be honest. I’d never had sex before. Of course, I knew bat-pony culture and had explored myself, but I had never tried something with somepony else before.
I immediately noticed that Red’s eyes were glued to my flank as the door finally swung open and I walked in. Yes, maybe I added some intentional swinging to my flank. After all, I was a lady. Well, who am I kidding? I wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted it with me all the time.
Red closed the door behind us and soon my forward momentum was stopped by a winged embrace that turned me right into kissing Red. My eyes first went wide at the contact, but I quickly melted into the soft kiss.
This wasn’t like our old kisses. Something felt new, something felt… so very different, right even. It warmed my heart so much and filled me with joy. The kiss caused my passion to rise, and my lust soon followed. I couldn’t say if it was love. Lust? Oh yea, but even then, there was definitely more than just that.
Plus, not going to lie, kissing a mare, really kissing one? Kind of hot.
As we broke, Red stared lovingly into my eyes before smiling. “You promised me some tea.”
I just blinked. Didn't she get it?
Red laughed. “Oh, c’mon. Don’t tell me you thought I would just buck you! Without foreplay it’s no fun, and I like to do it the traditional way, if you know what I mean.”
Is she serious? After all that she’s going to make me work for it? And… why is that so Luna-damn hot?
Okay, I knew exactly what it meant, but that knowledge didn’t really help with keeping my lust under control. In front of my eyes I saw us in my bedroom, her fangs digging into my neck as she made me hers. It sent shivers down my back so badly; I was about to jump onto her, no matter what.
Red leaned in, nuzzling me softly before her fangs nibbled at my ear. “Trust me,” she whispered, pushing me back until I landed with a silent ‘eep’ onto my couch. “I will ravage you to within an inch of your life. Everything you read in the book will look like foal’s play compared to what I’m going to do with you.”
She glared lustfully at me. Her look, her stare, it only served to raise my heat. I wanted her touch on my coat and I wanted it now. Red shrieked as I grabbed her and pulled her onto me, kissing her passionately, but not without gently biting her lip. My fangs slightly penetrated her skin and I got a first taste of her blood.
It was incredibly sweet; so sweet I was sure I would get addicted to it. Assuming I wasn’t already. I couldn’t wait to get a taste of her other fluids. Oh, I wanted it so badly. I licked her lips, trying to get everything before she stopped me with another kiss. This time, her tongue pushed forward, surprising me at first, but I quickly opened my muzzle and greeted it like a long lost lover.
Her tongue explored my mouth, gently brushing along every single spot until it met my own, squirming around it passionately. It was a feeling I never wanted to be without again. Never in my life, it was as if we were meant for each other.
Our battle lasted for many minutes before she broke away and her hoof played over my fur. “So, how about the tea you promised me… and then…” her hoof trailed down and stopped only an inch over my marehood. “And then I’m showing you what I understand of love-making.”
“Silly mare, your tea is between my legs.”
“Midnight—”
“Red, if you don’t start to fuck me right this second, I’m going to drain every drop of blood in your body and stuff you, then use you as my sexual plaything.” My own words shocked me, partly because I’ve never said anything like that in my entire life, and also because I think I meant it.
“That doesn’t sound all too bad,” Red blushed before grinning. Her tongue licked the side of my muzzle, causing me to coo in delight. “But if you’re going to be so forceful, I think fair play is in order.”
I looked at her questioningly as she smiled back, then, out of the blue, she bared her fangs and lashed out at my throat.
I felt her, I felt her fangs pierce my skin, I felt them sink into an artery, a main artery, as she sought a good source of blood from me. It was painful, very painful. The feeling of the tips of her teeth penetrating my skin, the feeling of my flesh being violated. And then… just as suddenly, there was pleasure.
Bat-pony fangs have a natural toxin built into them. What we bite, what we feed from, after a second they feel nothing but pleasure. The toxin reroutes the nerves, making it positively orgasmic. Maybe I should add that it felt even better if that action was taken between two of our species.
As such, to our great delight and the disgust of the ‘other’ races, blood play is often a part of our more… intimate activities.
Given, even I wasn’t prepared for what level we’d take things to that night. What started as some playful foreplay quickly turned into a traditional love-making. Some of which, if the book was correct on this, was messy, bloody, and filled to the brim with lust and passion.
She drank and drank, taking my blood, my life energy, into her own. The feeling was akin to that of relieving a great amount of pressure, the relief, the knowledge that I was giving to another, to her, it simply made me wet in a way I hadn’t been in a long-long time.
When my limbs started to feel weak, I realized that she was taking too much. With no choice I put both my front hooves on her chest and pushed her off with all my might. I gasped in shock as I felt a small chunk of my neck go with her.
Red looked at me, a lustful, blood fueled haze in her eyes, and a few ounces of me in her mouth. She opened her mouth to show it to me before chewing twice and swallowing.
I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.
Just before I could respond, she leaned in again and licked over the wound, taking care that it wouldn’t become infected and to stop the bleeding. Her soothing touch was good, the healing agent in her tongue did its job to help my wounds clot. But I wasn’t thinking about that, I just wanted more of everything she could give me. Something I spotted as her neck was right at my muzzle.
I couldn’t hold myself. With my own body needing more sustenance, Red soon gasped in shock as I latched onto her neck, giving her the same treatment as I roughly pierced her skin. I did it with a bit more force than Red, hearing her wince, but it was a sound that quickly turned into long and deep moans as I drank her sweet blood from her.
As I thought, I quickly became addicted. Her blood rushed into my mouth with every deep drink I took. I had to gulp it down once, twice, and was on my third fill as she stopped me. The next thing I tasted was her raw meat in my mouth. It wasn’t as sweet, but that it was from Red made it much more precious to me as I gulped it down along with her blood.
I realized after the fact that she had pulled back, leaving the meat in my mouth, that we were now both in the same state. I quickly cared for her wound before noticing that her beautiful black dress with the purple trim was ruined now by all the blood. I was sure mine with the red trim looked equally dishevelled.
Suddenly, worry waved in my mind. “Red, are you sure this is a good idea? You know this kind of love can wind up deadly between our kind…”
She turned her gaze to me and smiled, a sincere smile while her eyes radiated with care and love. “Don’t worry. I know where the limits are and will stop us before going too far. You can also feel it. Once your legs get numb it’s time to stop.”
“I thought you’ve never had sex except the one time?” I asked her, confused.
“That was the only time I had while I chased after you,” she blushed. “In fact, I’m not that inexperienced and also read a lot of the traditional ways. But, I never did it before like I am with you right now.”
“Why do I feel like I have so much more to learn about you?” I asked, my neck stung a little, but if anything, it just made it hotter to me.
“Because this won’t be the only time we do this. I want you to be mine, I want to be yours. Tonight, we claim each other for a beautiful life together,” Red whispered gently before lightly nibbling at my ear.
Part of me wanted her to bite down and rip it off. That thought alone shocked me. I wanted her to, I really did. Just the thought of the pain it would cause, seeing her eating another piece of me, carrying around that scar for the rest of my life, it was… intoxicating.
Sadly, she didn’t do what I wanted. But what she did, was a good start. As if she had read my mind, Red suddenly bit down the tip of my ear. Hard. I felt her teeth slice through the flesh before jerking her head slightly back. The pain was immense, but it felt so good because Red did it to me.
“Oh, Red,” I moaned, pressing her deeply to my coat.
She pulled back, showing me with a grin that she was chewing my flesh before gulping it down. I knew, if others could see us now, they would pass out or back away. But for bat-ponies, the traditional way was the most loving way to have sex with our kind. It was a bond for life.
I said we’ll try it, but this feels right. This feels like we are already meant for each other.
I didn’t cared about that now. All my mind, my feelings, my heart shouted was that I loved that mare, that I wanted to ravage her and to be ravaged in kind. It was addicting and ooooh so good.
She moved in again and kissed me. This time there was no blood, no tearing of flesh, it was just a kiss. And yet… it made me weak in the knees, more so than even the blood play we had gone through. I could taste her blood, I could taste my blood, and I could taste her mouth.
Her tongue slipped into my mouth all over again. I played with it, letting it rub around inside of my muzzle, tasting me. I moved my hoof up to her coat and rubbed her across the sides and even to the wounds in her neck.
She tensed up at my touch. Bat ponies healed quickly and with a steady intake of blood and meat, we’d both be healed of any real damage after a month or so. If we’re lucky, barely two weeks. Well, barring scars, and my missing eartip that is.
But that was one scar I was more than happy to have. And, thinking about the wounds and scars others of my kind normally carried around, we were far from the only ones.
As our kiss broke, she hungrily, greedily, and lovingly looked over me. It was a gaze of mixed emotions that simply turned me on. However, as I expected her to take me, she suddenly turned around and walked away, into the direction of my bedroom.
“You coming or do you want to make more of a mess on your couch?” Red giggled, her tail swishing as clear invitation.
“Like I care about my couch,” I said with a smile, but followed her anyway. She wiggled her hips, her cute butt waggling in front of my face. The smell of her excitement and blood made me lose control and at the last moment, I tackled her onto my bed.
We both collided with the mattress, rolling on top of each other over and over. I felt her hooves travel down and rip my dress off me. I did the same to her, the sound of the tearing fabric sent shivers down my spine and to my itching, needing marehood.
I couldn’t stop myself anymore. Pressing her down with my forehooves, I trailed down with licks and bites, over her stomach, her teats, and finally to her marehood. As much as my mind wanted to bite down, my heart told me to first serve her a few good licks and get a taste.
It moved blood from first place to second on the list of my favorite parts of her, followed by her meat as a close third. Her pussy gave me some much sweeter juices, covered with it’s own scent that drove me crazy.
After the seventh or eighth lick I bit down lightly, mixing her blood with the fluids, creating a flavor that exploded in my muzzle and numbed all my senses. It was simply divine.
“Ahhh, Midnight, don’t, stop!” she cried. I only heard her from my right ear, my left still smarting from where she bit the tip off. That action cause me to go deeper and deeper into her. My tongue licked down into her pussy, my teeth played over the wounds I put into her labia. I knew she’d be hurting for a week after this, but right now, the feeling of my fangs only served to drive her into deeper levels of pleasure.
I almost did stop though. Before I knew what was happening, she turned me around, having my pussy now over her muzzle. I felt her own tongue lick out over my marehood. I felt her starting to eat me out, my own feelings going absolutely wild with desire.
We stayed like that. Her actions only spurred me to go deeper into her. I kept the wounds I left in the side of her marehood fresh and prevented them from opening. Even with the fresh supply of blood trickling out, her other juices were quickly becoming the most dominant taste in my mouth.
My own pleasure was rising in my body. Every touch, every sensation she caused me was like a fire, a branding iron pressed against my coat, and I simply loved it. Her touch was my everything, my whole world. I could go blind, deaf, and dumb, but as long as I had that touch I’d be happy.
That’s why it was all but painful when she all but threw me off of her. I landed on the side of the bed, shocked and confused. But before I could say anything, she jumped on top of me.
“Midnight, I don’t think I can control myself anymore.” Her words drove me wild.
“Then don’t,” I whispered, caressing her cheek with a hoof.
I think it was all she need to hear, because in the next moment she bit down my neck again, biting deep and hard. My screams were loud and turned into even louder moans, something I quickly shut out by biting into her nice, toned stomach. Red gasped before drinking from me a bit, but it didn’t last long.
Too soon for my taste she released my neck, but only to go for my other, still intact ear. What she did there, I couldn’t explain, but she bit hard and threw her head from one side to another. She didn’t destroy it, but the chunk she tore off of it was close to that description.
I almost came. I literally almost came from that. My marehood shot sparks of pleasure straight to my brain, causing me to tear my head back and gasp in pure, unadulterated, pleasure. I didn’t really realize that I had ripped a good chunk of her stomach off. That was until I tasted her meat and blood anew. My head was full of nothing more than a blood haze, influenced by pain, love, and sex.
I growled and showed her how agonizing slow I chewed the piece of her before slowly gulping it down, humming. All she gave me was a lustful stare that meant that more of my flesh would soon be missing as well.
Red smiled at me before she started to rub her coat along mine, smearing the blood over our bodies. It turned me on and I started to lick it from her coat, enjoying every single drop I gathered.
There was pain: burning, stinging, and so much pleasure. I don’t even know if I had cum or not, but it already felt better than my last three clopping sessions combined. She kept pushing her wounded stomach down on my own, my coat becoming red with her blood.
Her tongue licked and played over it, leaving little tickles across my fur and moans from my mouth. She kept pushing past, moving her mouth down my stomach until she finally found something she wanted to play with: my teats. Not that her hoof didn’t find its own plaything.
She licked my teats, her tongue played over my nipples. Part of me was worried that she might bite my nipples off, part of me wanted her to, but that wasn't the case. Her tongue played circles over the sensitive little bud while her hoof started to rub up and down my slit.
I moaned in pleasure and pain. My ear staining the bed underneath as blood dripped down it, my neck stung in sympathetic pain, my marehood sent shocks of pleasure up my spine, and my teats felt absolutely amazing under her touch.
As Red looked up and bared her fangs, I was afraid and excited equally, already expecting her to bite my nipples or even my whole teats off, but she winked and opened her muzzle wide, outlining one of my teats before biting down into the tender flesh. It wasn’t a rough bite, she did it gently, a lover’s touch as she dug her fangs deeper and deeper, making me moan in beautiful pain and pleasure.
Not having one of my own, I’d never fed a foal before, but if it was anything like this, I wanted to, and badly. It felt exactly like what I was sure that must feel like, but… better. I could feel her taking from me, drinking from my teats, running her tongue over my nipples, She even kept her hoof moving up and down inbetween my hind legs.
“Ahh, Red, fuck me good!” I yelled out, somewhat surprised by my own language and yet not caring in the slightest.
She pushed her other hoof up to the side of my teat and start to knead into me. I could feel her push causing a spray of blood to shoot out into her mouth.
My right hind leg began to twitch, my mind filled with pain and pleasure. I wanted more of it, and Red gave me more by sucking harder, kneading my teat harder. It was something I never wanted to end ever.
I felt it coming, I felt the pressure in my marehood growing to such an intensity that I knew i was about to cum. I clasped my hind hooves closed around her hoof, not wanting to let her go.
Red replied by pushing harder and harder against my pussy while she sucked and kneaded my teat with all her might. In my head, we would go all night, but I knew that at some point we would both be spent. I just hoped that point would be still some time away.
Somehow she knew, she bit down harder than ever before, almost as if she was going to rip it off. At the same time her hoof pushed deep into my pussy, causing an over abundance of pleasure and pain to shoot into my brain and push me far, far, far over the edge.
Red let go of my teat and latched greedily onto my marehood, penetrating me lightly with her fangs and tongue to drink me dry, to get every single drop of me. Her actions extended my orgasm at the same time, making it much longer than I thought it would last.
I don’t know if it was seconds or minutes, but as Red finally released from me and came up, she opened her muzzle and showed me a mix of clear and red fluids. Just before latching her lips onto mine and sharing the taste with me.
I tasted my own juices for the first time in my life. I had never done so before and now that I had, I knew this would be a standard part of our play, assuming we survived the night that is.
When she pulled back, I placed my hooves on either side of her head and prevented her from pulling away. I kissed her, kissed her as deeply as I could. Almost as if I wanted us to be one pony joined at the mouth.
She let me take the lead, something that I was very happy to do. Especially when she stuck her tongue in my mouth; I bit into it, drinking some of her blood to restore my energy for what I wanted to do next.
Red moaned into my mouth as I drank greedily from her tongue, replenishing some of my strength. I didn’t want it to end here, so I took as much I could before Red gently tapped my shoulder, showing me it was time to let go. I smiled sheepishly at her, but before I could apologize, she stopped me with a quick kiss.
“Don’t worry, you just have to stop after a while even if your partner isn’t drained. Otherwise you risk their body going numb since the blood can’t flow as quickly anymore.”
I nodded before pushing her back hard, causing her to land on her back with a surprised ‘eep’ in her wake. Red glared lustfully at me and opened her hind legs, presenting her already dripping wet pussy to me.
It took all my strength to not dive right in and bite her. To make a mess out of her pussy and retrieve both her fluids. I simply wanted to ravage her. A task made that much easier as Red grabbed my head and pushed my muzzle between her hind legs. The scent of her marehood was overwhelming. I quickly gave her several licks, devouring my favourite taste.
I was hungry for her fluids, served her lick after lick, and made her squirm under my ministrations. Glancing up she practically begged me with her eyes, and I could only obey. Scooting a bit closer, I dug my fangs gently into the tender flesh around her pussy, my tongue pushing in far and eliciting a pleasurable cry from her.
The combined taste of her blood and her pussy juices greeted me once again. More and more I drank it in, enjoying the smorgasbord of tastes in my mouth. Red squirmed more, moaned louder, and I knew that she was close to the edge, but simply not crossing it.
Releasing my bite I searched for a solution. I could’ve sent all my attention to her clit that had already made it’s appearance, but I knew she wanted more. I knew that I wanted more. Looking down, I pulled part of her labia gently into my mouth before biting down, electing a scream from Red.
It was a scream that soon turned into a long moan as I bit harder and harder, just before jerking my head slightly back, biting the small part off. Red’s head jerked back and her pussy greeted me with spurts of cum mixed with blood. Something I quickly devoured as I placed my muzzle perfectly to catch everything.
For my taste, it ended way too fast, but a look at Red told me that she was spent. Completely. Smiling, I crawled up and snuggled to her side, eliciting soft coos from both of us. I thought we were done, but Red craned her neck down and quickly took a chunk of my stomach. It took me totally by surprise, but as I wanted to question it, she beat me to it.
“Sorry, I just needed some energy and our blood is spent,” she said before laying her head onto my chest. “That was wonderful.”
“Indeed,” I chuckled. “We will be sore as hell tomorrow. Not to talk about all the pain along with the missing flesh and blood.”
“But I would always do it again,” Red whispered, already slumbering off.
I couldn’t even answer anymore. All I could do was nuzzle her softly before my world faded to black.
***
Uhh, why does everything hurt?
I cried into my cushion as strong pain flooded through my body, just before realising that my cushion wasn’t my cushion. It felt, different. Sweaty, wet, and painted in a musk that penetrated my nostrils.
Blinking my eyes, I quickly noticed that my head laid over reds, her whole body covered in a mix of undefinable fluids. A shy lick confirmed blood, sweat and cum from both of us. While my head tried to put the puzzle together, Red smiled at me.
“Good morning, sexy,” she purred and nuzzled me.
“Red… what did we do last night?”
“Traditional love,” she whispered, winking. “And I would like to do it again at some time,” she added before kissing me.
It was like the kiss poured all the memories back into me, I could start to remember everything. It both shocked and excited me. But the most important was the mare at my side.
“And I would love to,” I replied, deepening the kiss.
I’m okay with everything as long as it is with her.
