The cool night air washed over Red Ambrosia’s face, flowing through her scarlet mane, as she hung her head and trotted through the park. It was rare for her to aimlessly wander through town so late, and rarer still to do so gussied up, but this wasn’t an ordinary evening. What she’d hoped would be a night of fun and, if she was being totally honest, romance had slipped through her hooves.
While she’d always been a bit glib with conventionally taboo subjects, even she wasn’t brash enough to go out and hit on stallions for intimacy - as such, she’d thought attending a mixer would be a fine way to kill two birds with one stone. It had taken a lot to talk herself into attending the mixer, but it had all been for naught. She’d left the party just as lonesome as when she’d arrived, she felt foolish for even going, and she’d squandered what could have been an afternoon of self-indulgence with cheesy romantic comedies and a tub of ice cream.
Unintentionally stepping off the path and onto a pebble, she cursed under her breath and drew to a halt - that was until she lifted her gaze. Resting on a bench some dozen paces away, staring up at the sky, was a crimson pegasus with a gold mane. She rarely left town, so it was uncommon to run into somepony she hadn’t met in passing before. Unfortunately for her, as she wracked her brain on if she’d seen him before, her brief pause drew his attention.
His azure eyes wandered over to her, moments before he turned and waved a wing. “H…hello.”
“Uh -” she muttered, caught unawares, “hi.”
He remained silent for a moment, looking her over, before he retracted his wing and smiled. “Nice night for a walk?”
“Not really, but yeah,” she sighed, glancing upwards. “What’cha looking at?”
As he waved up at the heavens with a forehoof, he beamed. “The constellations,” he explained, shuffling over to clear some room beside himself. “If I want a good look at the stars, I either have to come here or to the very outskirts of town.”
She inched closer, her curiosity piqued. “Are those the things used in fortune telling?”
“Goodness no - well, yes, I suppose they used to be,” he chuckled. “Ages ago, ponies used to claim you could tell the future with them.”
Slowing as she approached him, she knit her brow. A part of her knew it wasn’t the wisest to sit and chat with a pony she didn’t know, especially in such a secluded area in the dead of night, but he looked friendly enough. Giving herself a moment, she hastily considered her options. Seeing as how her senses were better attenuated to low-light conditions, being a bat pony, she should be able to make a getaway if she absolutely had to - that said, she always had some pepper spray in her purse in case of emergencies.
She cast her inhibitions to the side and trotted over to him, looking up in the direction that he’d been studying. “So which one were you looking at?” she asked, easing herself into the open bench next to him.
Nodding and peering at the stars, he pointed with a pinion. “None in particular, though the lovers are in a perfect position.”
“The lovers?” she repeated, cocking her head.
“See those two bright stars right there?” he asked, motioning to two glimmering pinpricks above. “They’re an asterism called the lovers. Legends say that two ponies who’d fallen for one another transcended to the heavens and were memorialized for all eternity. It’s a bit silly, but they always bring a smile to my face.”
“Huh,” she softly grunted, a smirk splitting her muzzle.
She wasn’t one to believe in fate, but the notion that there was some higher power at work struck her. There she was, skulking her way back to her apartment after a lackluster evening, and she’d run into a stallion who just so happened to be admiring a pair of stars called the lovers. The whole encounter felt like a scene from a movie, too much to be a coincidence, but she wasn’t going to complain - in fact, she couldn’t help but capitalize on it.
Shuffling closer to him, pressing his thigh to his, she scanned the sky and nodded to a cluster of three glimmering lights. “And what are those ones?”
“O…oh,” he faltered, “those are the trinity sisters; I read that…”
He trailed off, as she nonchalantly slipped a forehoof to his inner thigh. Buck it - after the day she’d had, not to mention the protracted dry spell she’d been suffering through, she was willing to risk being a bit forward - besides, it wasn’t like she’d done anything that scandalous. Only looking over when he turned to face her, she did her best to play it cool.
“I d…don’t think I caught your name,” he uneasily sputtered, offering a foreleg. “The name’s Red Star.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” she openly laughed, withdrawing her hoof to cover her muzzle.
“What?” he bleated, peering down at himself. “Is something wrong?”
Shaking her head, she reassuringly waved a hoof. “No - no, not at all. It’s just funny because my name is Red Ambrosia.”
Yup, no doubt about it - there was definitely some outside force at play. They shared the same first name, he was apparently a night owl like herself, and he’d been studying some legendary romantic, heavenly design, though there was one particular thing she was curious about. Peeking down at his hooves, seeing no trace of a ring, she lifted her head and grinned.
“By chance, is there a Missus Red Star?” she hummed.
He started and rocked back, caught off guard by her question. “N…no, I can’t say there is, although my parents wish there was.”
Fighting back a giggle, she leaned over and rested her head on her shoulder. The powers that be, destiny, or sheer dumb luck had practically delivered the handsome stallion to her on a silver platter, so not making a pass at him felt like a missed opportunity. At best, she’d have some companionship for the night and hopefully the chance to make an honest to goodness coltfriend - at worst, she’d go right back to her plan of an oversized dessert and films to watch on her lonesome.
“I’m gonna level with you ~” she purred, drawing a forehoof up his chest, “you want to get out of here and have some fun? I’m not normally one to be so forward, but think about it; I’m single, you’re single, and I don’t think those stars up there could hold a candle to sharing the night with somepony. So how about it?”
A tense silence fell upon them, until he gulped and slowly exhaled. “My place or yours?”
The corners of her lips turned up, giving him a peek at her fangs, as she withdrew. “Well my place is on the opposite side of town,” she huffed, waving a wing behind herself. “You stay somewhere near here?”
He nodded and slid from the bench, getting to his hooves. “It’s t…this way…”
Though he seemed more than a little anxious about the exchange, she’d managed to land the hook - still, considering what she hoped they’d be doing, she wanted him to relax. Getting down and moving around him, she pressed herself to his side. She could understand why he’d be a bit antsy for things to be moving so quickly, but she had ways to help him loosen up.
As she folded a wing over his back, unintentionally causing him to start, she contentedly hummed. “You from around here? I’ve lived in Canterlot most of my life and I want to say I’ve seen you around before.”
“Canterlot - born and raised,” he responded, giving her the slightest smile. “Though I don’t really go out all that often. By the way, I love that perfume you’re wearing.”
“Stop,” she giggled, playfully nudging him with her shoulder as began walking down the path. “I’m not even wearing any perfume.”
Leaning over and burying his snout in her mane, he sharply inhaled through his nose. “In t…that case, you smell lovely…”
His compliment, paired with his hot breath against her, sent a thrilled shiver up her spine. “Gotta say, you don’t smell bad yourself,” she cooed, mirroring his motion and pressing her muzzle to his neck.
Giving him a small sniff, savoring his masculine aroma, she opened her mouth and gave him the tiniest nibble. It was very, very rare to find a stallion who didn’t respond well to a little love bite, and Star was no exception. Feeling him shiver, she pulled away and flashed him a toothy grin - a grin which, despite his beet red face, he returned.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you into ~ you know, your hobbies and whatnot,” he inquired.
She shrugged, stifling a snicker from his small talk. “Nothing too interesting, though I do paint a bit. How about yourself?”
“Well, aside from stargazing, I don’t really do much,” he noted, hanging his head. “If I had more spare time, I’d like to get back to writing my book - sadly, I spend most of my time in the orphanage.”
“You work in an orphanage?” she mused.
“Mmmhmm,” he smoothly replied. “It’s not much, but I like to try and help out where I can. How about yourself?”
“Oh! I’m a librarian,” she chirped. “Maybe if you finish that book you mentioned, I can slip a few copies in at work.”
As they trotted along, exiting the park and moving onto the sidewalk of one of the larger thoroughfares, the tension between them eased. It wasn’t until they’d crossed into one of the more well-to-do parts of town that Ambrosia’s curiosity piqued. She’d been to that part of Canterlot before on several occasions, but she didn’t know anypony who actually lived there. Following him to the steps leading up to a very stately townhouse, she slowed.
“Après vous,” he declared, opening his front door and welcoming her inside.
Grinning from ear to ear, she trotted inside and stopped just within his foyer. Magnanimous, handsome, and having a nice home? Oh yeah, she may have knocked it out of the park. The best thing about him, much to her pleasant surprise, was that he was actually quite charming - well after they’d managed to break the ice a bit. Turning as he entered, hearing the door click behind her, she stepped forward and pinned him between herself and the exit.
“Soooooooo,” she murmured, her wings circling around him, “now that we’re here…”
With each word she spoke, she inched closer and closer, bringing their muzzles to within a hair’s breadth of one another, until she struck. Having given him nowhere to run, she shot forward and locked lips with him. He’d brought her back to his place, lifted her spirits, and agreed to share a bed with her - now it was time for her to seize the initiative.
Though he’d been caught on the backhoof, Red reacted in the best way imaginable. Maybe he was more worked up than he’d given on, perhaps simply having her in his house had triggered something - regardless, he pressed his tongue into her muzzle and groaned. As if his passionate gesture wasn’t arousing enough, the sound of a meaty thwack caused her heart to skip a beat.
Pulling away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting them for a fleeting moment, she leaned to the side and peeked beneath him. Sure enough, dangling from his groin, was just what she was hoping to see. Growing bigger by the second, his stallionhood jerked and smacked against his belly. The sight was a very welcome one, affirming that he was genuinely interested, and it brought an ache to her loins.
Glancing over her shoulder, toward what she assumed was a living room, she wheeled around and trotted away. As nice as it would be to fool around on a bed, she had something different in mind. Sure enough, she crossed through a doorway and found herself in a relatively quaint den. Knowing she didn’t have much time until he came after her, she sailed across the chamber, landed on his couch, and rolled onto her back.
Star stood motionless by the exit for only a fleeting moment, before his excitement carried him after his guest. Stars above - never in a thousand years would he have guessed for such a wild development! He’d presumed the most interesting thing that would happen to him that afternoon would be to see a shooting star, if he’d been lucky, but he’d gotten much, much more than that. Scampering into the living room, looking for the provocative little minx he’d brought home, he was woefully unprepared for the sight which awaited him.
Laying on her back atop his couch, her hind legs lewdly spread, Ambrosia grinned and shot him a wink. Though he was far from a virgin, having had a small number of amorous escapades in the past, he reeled from the licentious development. Not only had the bat pony struck a very compelling pose, giving him a view of her sopping wet nethers and modest bosoms, but her eyes twinkled like a pair of rubies in the dimly lit chamber.
“How about we really get to know each other,” she whispered, reaching down to stroke her winking sex.
Under ordinary circumstances, he considered himself a collected, reasonable stallion, but the circumstances were far from ordinary. Feeling like a colt on prom night, his hormonally charged id overpowering his better judgment, he extended his wings and sailed over to the sofa. He wasn’t entirely sure what she’d been hoping for, other than a good time, but her positioning struck him with inspiration.
As he hovered above her, she shifted over and positioned herself squarely on the elongated cushions. Though it would have been enjoyable to mount her, that could wait - at least for the time being. Gradually descending, he placed his hooves to either side of her head and hips, lowered his head, and peered down his chest at her.
“I - um - hope you don’t mind a bit of foreplay,” he bashfully remarked, his stallionhood dangling just above her face.
“Mind? Hah!” she laughed. “Quite the gentlestallion ~ aren’t you?”
His blush deepend, while he slowly brought his snout to her loins. “I mean, I try to b - Mmmmph!”
A grunt was all he could manage, as she guided his length into her muzzle. The warmth of her lips and tongue against him were incredible, elevated by the oh-so-subtle sensation of her fangs dancing over his flesh. He couldn’t speak for every stallion out there, but the slight element of danger was like an exotic spice - nevertheless, as much as he would like to relish the blowjob, he couldn’t leave her wanting.
Giving himself a heartbeat to appreciate how succulent her marehood was, being given glimpses of her rosy interior, he closed his eyes and kissed her nethers. As her ambrosial scent flooded his sinuses, his tongue danced over her clit and between her meaty lower lips. He’d always assumed bat ponies were no different than anypony else, aside from the cat-like eyes, leathery wings, and fangs, yet there was a distinct tang to her juices that chipped away at his inhibitions.
His hips bucked, driving his stallionhood to the back of her maw and elicited a gag from her, until he reined himself in. “S…sorry,” he stammered, “are you -”
Before he could finish apologizing, she reached up, clutched his hips, and drove her face to his loins. Celestia preserve him, she was even more feisty than he’d thought! Not to be outdone, he dove into her marehood with renewed vigor. In spite of only having met that evening, it only then became clear that they both had an itch - an itch which only the other could scratch.
He groaned into her, feeling her nose bump against his nuts, and shifted his focus to her clit. The impromptu sixty-nine would have been a bit more accommodating on a bed or even the floor, but that was of little importance. Caving to their desires, they went at one another like a pair of randy, inexperienced youths.
Her zeal was the stuff of legends, the kind of thing school colts pined for, and it filled him with determination. Bringing his wings to her abdomen, he lightly tweaked and played with her teats. While he wasn’t normally one to jump straight into impassioned affairs, she’d made it abundantly clear that she didn’t just want his passion - she needed it.
“Mwah -” she gasped, withdrawing to fill her lungs. “Buck me - you’ve got a really nice cock.”
Lifting his head and licking his lips, he craned his neck to peer back at her. “Thanks,” he began, emboldened by her praise. “Honestly, you might be one of the hottest mares I’ve ever met.”
Seizing the initiative, he brought his muzzle to her entrance and plunged his tongue into her balmy depths. He might have been a bit nervous to speak with her in the park, but that time had passed. With a guttural groan escaping her, bucking into his face, she set upon him and swabbed her throat with his length.
Fueling each other’s lust, their enthusiasm mounted with every passing second. The air grew thick with the fragrance of their arousal, while their longings reached a fevered pitch. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, wishing for nothing more than for things to progress, but he wasn’t the only one growing close to his limit. With her thighs trembling against his cheeks, she unsheathed his shaft from her gullet and patted his flank.
“H…hey,” she croaked, wriggling against the cushions, “get off me for a second.”
Doing as asked, albeit reluctantly, he straightened up and hopped to the floor. It was a torturous moment, wondering what she was going to do or if he’d done something wrong, but his restrained patience was well worth the payoff. Turning in place, taking a seated position on the sofa, she lifted her hind legs, grabbed her fetlocks, and broadly smiled over at her.
Her invitation was one of the most enticing things he’d ever seen, and it shattered what little hesitation he had left. Crossing over to her, he reared back, pressed his forehooves to either side of her hips, and kissed the tip of his stallionhood to her entrance. There were times in life when words didn’t need to be said, and this was definitely one of those times.
As he stepped forward, he steadily sank into her sweltering, absolutely incredible marehood. It took everything he had not to go wild and start plowing her, yet he was able to maintain his composure, of only just, while she embraced inch after inch of his length. It was only when he’d all but hilted, his medial ring pressed against her, did he halt.
“You need a second?” he breathed.
Snapping her fetlocks against his hips, she flexed her legs and hilted him. “I don’t ~ do you?”
Peering into her glimmering eyes, he felt the breath hitch in his throat. She may have been a gift from the heavens or a seductress delivered from Tartarus itself - either way, she’d wrapped him around her hoof. As they stared at one another, they drifted closer, locked lips, and started to move in earnest.
Each thrust was nirvanic, feeling her relax around him, and each backstroke sent bolts of pleasure surging through his frame. Though she couldn’t take a very active role, being trapped beneath him and the couch, she was definitely no slouch when it came to the matter of lovemaking.
Lifting her waist to meet his plunges, she was easily the most assertive mare he’d ever been with - not only that, but she was a darn good kisser! Her breath washing over his face, her tongue warring with his, and her soft, delighted sighs fueled his passion like none ever had. Darned if he could truly say who she was or where she’d come from, but he was immeasurably grateful that they’d crossed paths.
While most ponies in town slumbered, Star and Ambrosia’s passionate exchange grew increasingly heated. What began as soft plaps and hushed whimpers steadily rose into a symphony of hedonism and primal needs. Their sophistication, doubts, and qualms about doing something so wildly scandalous slipped away, overshadowed by the bliss they afforded one another.
“Oh fuck,” she rasped, breaking their kiss to bury her face in his neck. “R…right there.”
Having simply broadened his stance to steady himself, it only took him a split second to realize what had happened. Mounting a mare doggy was one of his favorite positions, but the missionary made it almost laughably easy to capitalize on one of the biggest weaknesses every mare had - the g-spot. Taking care to maintain the proper angle of his thrusts, he ground his medial ring against the hypersensitive area within her trembling snatch.
The pitch of her mewling rose an octave, her legs shook, and she clung to him for dear life, as his stallionly urges seized hold. He didn’t consider himself all that domineering, but the act of bringing a mare to her knees was intoxicating and empowering beyond belief. Wrapping his wings around her, he slipped his muzzle to her ear and drew a breath.
“You like that?” he softly growled, giving her pointed ear a gentle bite.
Nodding against him, she fiercely constricted around his pistoning shaft. “Uh…uh-huh…”
Hammering into her, he yearned for one thing and one thing only - to push her over the edge. Whereas most stallions didn’t care if their partner climaxed, wanting only to get-off themselves, he held himself to a higher standard. Realizing he had no need to hold back, now that she was well and thoroughly warmed up, he pulled out the stops and released his full potential.
His efforts were rewarded with a sequel of delight, as he plowed her with everything he had. There was still a slim chance that she may outlast him, but his instincts screamed that she was teetering on the precipice of release. Her legs trembled and faltered, she clutched him to her bosom, and the voice hitched in her throat, moments before she howled to the heavens.
Her rapturous scream and the torrent of nectar which bathed his lower half were exactly what he’d hoped for. She shivered from hoof to head, her braying dying down to unsteady, heavy breaths, and her marehood fitfully spasmed around him, while she rode out her orgasm. Being close to the threshold himself, her sudden, unforeseen attack was the nail in his coffin.
Twisting her head to the side, she closed her jaws around his collar and bit down. The tinge of pain mingled with his pleasure, doing him in in an instant. His eyes flew open, every muscle about his frame seized, and a torrent of foal-batter coursed through his throbbing shaft, as he was embraced by pure, unrefined ecstasy.
He’d been overjoyed that he’d managed to make her peak, but his own climax was like none other he’d ever had. Only vaguely aware that she withdrew, feeling her snout shift to his, he was given the most spectacular finish imaginable - a deep, passionate kiss. With his flare locked against her womb, he hotly made out with her while his rapture transitioned into warm, welcoming euphoria.
Though he couldn’t say how long they’d ended up frenching, it ended before it felt like it truly began. Pulling back from one another, bearing silly grins on their faces, what started as an innocent giggle blossomed into a hearty laugh. It went unsaid that they both knew how absurd the encounter was, impulsive and lascivious they’d been.
“Sorry about your shoulder,” she sighed, brushing his collar. “I swear I don’t have rabies.”
Glancing over and seeing a pair of pinpricks from her fangs, his chuckle returned at full force. “Tell you what ~ how about you join me for a shower, slap a band-aid on there, and then we get some shuteye. In the morning, I can figure out what I’m going to do with you.”
He hadn’t been sure what her intentions were for the rest of the night, but seeing her beam up at him warmed the depths of his heart. Rearing back and drawing his softening length from her confines, accidentally making a small mess on the carpet, he extended a hoof toward her and helped her down to the floor. He could clean up in the morning, with or without her, but something told him that she wasn’t the type to bail, unless…
“You got work in the morning?” he asked, leading her to his bedroom.
She shook her head, her smile never leaving her face. “Nope ~ you?”
“I have to head out in the afternoon, but I have all morning free,” he mused, pulling her close with a wing.
“Good,” she huffed, nuzzling his neck. “But fair warning, I’m a bit of a cuddle slut.”
Perhaps their wild fling would end the following day when they parted ways, yet both silently hoped that wouldn’t be the case. While it may have been a rather unconventional first date, if it could be called that, neither had the slightest shred of regret. Only time would tell what fate awaited them, though for the night, if only for a fleeting time, they had one another…
