Author's Note

A sweet little chapter to get the fun started.
Contains sex^^ What else did ya expect?
And before you complain it runs too fast...
This is a bdsm story and Night is one of my bats
What in the name of Luna's beautiful flank did ya expect?

Have fun!

"I have to get that flank!"

"I have to get that flank!"

It was the third week since Paint had moved in, and everything was fine. Maybe even too fine. Night couldn't help but wonder over the muscled, pegasus mare. For three weeks, Night acted like before, inviting over some special guests, indulging in special activities. Yet, Paint wouldn't ask about the strangers coming in the evening and leaving in the morning. Shaking her head from such thoughts, she made her way to the kitchen.

Paint certainly wasn't about to ask questions about someone else's business, especially when it had nothing to do with her. Her housemate could do whatever she wanted, as long as it didn't wind up having any negative effect on herself. The house was nice, the rent was cheap, so she wasn't about to ruin that by poking her nose into Night's business. Instead, she went about her normal schedule, and went into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

Night sighed, closing her eyes. For once she had a nice and reliable roommate. And a good looking as well, so it was just another plus. Maybe she would have to-"Ough!"
Night staggered backwards as she hit something hard—yet also soft—in her way.

Paint blinked and looked over at the smaller mare, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the bat pony bouncing off of her muscular flank. She gave a little scoff, "Watch where you're going, shorty, you might walk into something less appropriate next time," she teased with a little smirk, swaying her flank out to the side to bump Night playfully before she continued into the kitchen unhindered.

Night shook her head as she watched Paint's swaying flank disappear into the kitchen. I have to get that flank! She mentally drooled.

Paint headed into the kitchen and took a few moments to think about what she was going to eat before she settled on cereal and reached up into one of the cabinets. Her large size made it easy for her to reach the upper shelves. She grabbed one of the boxes with childish marshmallows in it and gave a little chuckle to herself, satisfied with her decision.

Quick to follow, Night settled for a bemused grin upon the choice of her roommate before she prepared a bowl of her strawberry crunch. All the while she was unable to tear her gaze from the muscled pegasus.

Paint contently chewed at her foal's breakfast cereal, ignorant to the gazes that she was receiving from her housemate as she happily ate away.

Night, meanwhile, had to struggle to just keep herself in control. Just one small treat... she thought, but quickly shook her head and tried to concentrate on breakfast

Paint licked her lips as she finished her meal, unintentionally taking longer to lick her lips than she really should have, enjoying the lingering milk around them.

Okay, Night was totally focused on the view, slowly but surely drooling after the mare.

Happy with her breakfast, Paint stood up and stretched languidly, curving her back and stretching her luscious wings to their full length as a small series of cracks and pops sounded from her spine and the bones in her wings. When she was done, she picked up her bowl and headed to the sink.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Night growled.

"Doing what?" Paint asked with a chuckle as she proceeded to wash the bowl, her short, ragged tail swaying slightly from side to side.

"Being so damn sexy!" Night shouted, doing various motions with her hooves, clearly frustrated.

Paint gave a little laugh and idly shrugged, "Can't help perfection, cutie," she said over her shoulder with a smirk, "I'm just a piece of prime meat."

Night growled, wings and fangs extended. "And I think I want that meat."

Paint smirked at the mare and wiggled her flanks a little, "Oh really? That's rather... boooold," she teased lightheartedly.

Without further warning Night flapped her wings and pounced at Paint, crashing into the mare, her wings hugging her. "I want you."

Paint laughed, easily taking the weight of the mare and holding her upright with her massive forehooves, “Oh? Is that so?” she asked teasingly.

The batpony just growled huskily, looking at Paint in unbridled lust. “I want to fuck you. I can’t take this anymore!”

Paint laughed as she held the batpony in her muscular forehooves, holding her up as she examined the horny little mare with a smirk, “Ohhh? I suppose I could allow it.”

“This is no game,” Night scowled, extending her tongue to lick over Paint’s muzzle.

Paint gave a heavy chuckle at the lick and leaned down a little to give the smaller mare an affectionate nuzzle,” Heh, good. I don’t like games anyways - I prefer action!” she said with a wink.

Night grinned back. “Then how about this. We go to your room and buck each other’s brain out till we both can’t stand anymore?”

“Well, you don’t see me arguing,” Paint said with a smirk, looking down at the smaller mare confidently.

It was all the permission the batpony needed. With a happy skree, she lifted the suddenly surprised mare on her back and made her way to Paint’s room.

Being the bigger mare, of course Paint was surprised by suddenly being lifted by the smaller mare. But she wasn’t about to question it, she was about to get laid. So she just let herself be carried, unbothered.

Without much fuss, Night carried Paint into her room and dropped her onto the bed before crawling onto her, her eyes speaking more than mere words could.

Paint flopped onto the bed and gave an ‘oof’ as she was dropped. She looked up at the smaller mare with a smirk, watching the batpony crawl up her.

Night didn’t waste any time, her hooves roaming over every single muscle the bigger mare had, coming to a hold on her full but firm flanks, gripping them tightly.

Paint gave a soft sigh of contentment as she felt herself getting felt up and touched by the smaller mare. She rolled her head back happily, basking in the feeling of letting the thestral mare explore her muscular body.

Night used that opportunity to gently nip at Paint’s throat, using her fangs to enhance the feeling. All the while her leathery wings continued the journey over the body of the mare beneath her.

The nipping on her sensitive, muscular neck and the feeling of the dexterous wings exploring her body made Paint giddy, shuddering in eager pleasure.

Night smiled at that, some ideas coming to her mind how to break the pegasus, but she quickly shoved them away. Today it was about pure sex and not her fantasies. Alternating between neck and chest, her nibbles grew to soft bites.

The mare's head tilted back slightly, exposing more of her neck as she enjoyed the manipulation, allowing the teasing batpony to get her libido going with a breathy little chuckle of enjoyment.

Night grinned at the opportunity she got and exposed her fangs to Paint, giving her a chance to object before she slowly sunk them into the muscular neck, gently playing over the spot with her tongue.

The pegasus gasped at the penetration of the muscles in her neck, but stayed still, allowing the bat pony to continue biting her without resistance.

As soon as the biting started, it ended. Night wasn't about to seriously hurt or even drink from her. Their relationship was too new for that. With a smirk, she lowered herself towards the prize she wanted, nibbles and kisses marking her way over Paint's delicious body.

When her partner pulled away, Paint gave a satisfied sigh and a shudder of pleasure. Keeping herself on display for her partner, she let the bat pony explore her muscular form without any hindrance, enjoying letting the smaller mare have her way with her.

Night took her sweet time until she reached a different kind of sweet: Paint's marehood on full display and dripping wet. Licking over her lips and casting a sultry gaze towards the muscular mare, she dove in.

Paint moaned loudly, arching her back as she reveled in the feeling of the mare's tongue exploring her wet and eager folds.

Night grinned as the pegasus moans sounded in bliss, doubling her efforts, her tongue slipping into the exact right positions.

The batpony’s eager and skillful tongue play was more than enough to get the burly pegasus going, and going was exactly what she got. With every passing moment the pegasus got closer and closer to her climax at Night’s skillful manipulations.

Night knew that Paint was close. Eager to force more out of the pegasus she extended her wings, searching for the best spots to accompany the actions of her tongue.

Her wing was apparently very good at pushing all of the right buttons on the burly pegasus, and with almost no effort at all, Paint was teetering on the razor edge of a shattering orgasm. From the tones and volume of her moans, it would likely only take one more push.

And a push, Night was ready to give. Maybe it would go too far, but she tried it nonetheless. Chuckling softly, she scratched her fangs over Paint's outer labia, then she sunk them in.

The sudden sharp puncture of her sensitive area was enough to send the burly pegasus over the edge. With a scream of pleasure, the pegasus tensed up and a deluge of marecum flooded the batpony’s mouth, accompanying the blood from the bite marks.

Taking everything in, Night enjoyed the taste deeply. The sweet mixture of blood and cum had something alluring. But she would have to lie if she said that the blood tasted better. No, she loved the taste of Paint. More than she would ever be ready to admit.

Riding out her scream of pleasure, Paints' tensed muscles slowly relaxed until she was entirely slumped, limp and at the mercy of the bat pony on top of her.

Night grinned and showed off her fangs, relishing in the feeling of the muscular mare going weak under her. It demanded of her to do much more, but she deemed it for too risky to do so now. Purring, she settled her head on Paint's stomach.

“You’re an awesome little mare, do you know that?” Paint asked tiredly.

“Now I know,” Night chuckled back, her eyelids slowly dropping more and more. “Maybe I’ll tell you my secret next time."

Paint gave a tired laugh before both ponies drifted off to sleep.