I felt my eyes roll back behind my eyelids as his muzzle found my neck. The passionate kisses he was planting on the soft bit of flesh covering my arteries tickled in a way I couldn't explain. His hooves eagerly explored my upper body, just underneath my forelegs. They were rough, evidence of his line of work. Still, the coarse texture of them excited me. It felt like two very fine-toothed combs were working their way around my back. Gradually, they found my wings and he spoke.

"Oh, babe. You are so fine," he whispered before using his tongue to part the hair on my neck again.

I chuckled slightly to him at that. Sweet talking was always a turn-on to me, but the stallions always used it at the wrong times. They were meant for when we were making out in front of his door, not while he pushed me against a wall and made out with my neck. I put my hooves on his head and gently rubbed them around in his mane, causing him to let out a small moan while he slowly moved down to my belly. I sighed to myself and leaned back, taking in the exquisite feelings of the moment. I kept rubbing his head gently, encouraging him to get more heated. My tail flicked about, an indicator of how much I was enjoying this.

His hooves continued to explore my body, rubbing up and down my sides before finding a steady spot right above my cutie mark. He rotated them slowly, allowing his coarse hooves to get past my coat and rub my skin. I moaned slowly at that, rolling my head back before putting it back where it was, tilted down so I could watch him as I rubbed his scalp with my own hooves. By then, his tongue and lips had found purchase at my belly button. Most ponies didn't know how many nerves one had within that small area, but I did. As he tried to move away from it, I stopped massaging his scalp and held it there.

"Mmm," I moaned, "What's the hurry?"

Spurred on by my words, the stallion began to kiss and explore it more. His tongue darted in and around my belly button, causing me to sigh heavily. He had evidently done this before, but maybe not in the same spot as he was now. It was a unique feeling to me, one I usually lost myself in. My tail kept twitching, flicking erratically between my legs. I could feel myself getting more and more excited as he went on there, coating my coat in his saliva. Still, I had to maintain control of myself. I was here for a reason, even if he didn't know it.

I pushed his head away, hearing a noise similar to a plunger being removed. I giggled as he fell backwards, losing his balance and landing flat on his back. Without him supporting me, I easily fell forward onto my hooves. They landed with a soft thud onto the carpet below us, each about six inches from his head. His eyes flashed in the dim light, trying to find me. In the darkness of his room, I was practically invisible. It didn't matter, though, because we both knew where this was going. I neared my head to his and rubbed my nose on his. When I pulled back, his magical tongue flicked out of his mouth and caught the tip of my nose. I giggled at that.

"What's so funny, babe?" he asked with a smile.

"Nothing," I cooed back before leaning closer to him.

My muzzle found his and our noses rubbed together again. However, things were different this time around. Instead of pulling back, I pushed my muzzle to him more and our lips met. His were firm and dry while mine, coated in lip gloss, slipped around them easily. We shared two small kisses before he got brave. His lips curled around mine and he managed to get my bottom lip into his mouth. The significantly harder teeth behind them gently came down on my lip and I pulled it back playfully. I gave another small giggle and kissed him again before moving to his cheek. I kissed that briefly and snaked my tongue to his ear, catching the lower part with the tip.

He stiffened a bit at that and put his hooves on my neck, pulling me closer. I didn't hesitate as I let my lips explore the side of his ear. Once I had found the tip, I bit down playfully. He moaned loudly at that and pulled me closer to him.

I had the upper hoof now. He was putty to me and would do whatever I commanded of him.

"Mmm," I hummed in his ear, "You want me, don't you?"

"Yesss," he breathed back.

I laid yet another kiss on his lips and backed away slowly, the grip of his hooves not enough to keep me there anymore. I backed away as he slow sat up, watching me like a hawk. I smirked to myself and spun slowly, flapping my wings gently and swishing my tail seductively. I was in complete control now and I loved it. When I stopped turning, my back was to him and I leaned down on my forehooves. His eyes were locked onto me, nervously twitching every time my tail moved. With my rump in the air, I gave a satisfying groan from the muscles being stretched.

"I should warn you," I cooed, flashing my small fangs, "I bite."

He scrambled to his hooves after that, desperate to share the same space as me again. I turned away and closed my eyes, smiling to myself. Maybe this was when I got my wish. His coarse hooves began to rub my back on the small knot of muscles right above my tail, snapping me away from that. His hooves gently circled the spot before they traveled down the length of my spine, sending more pleasure up my body. I slowly swayed myself to him and he responded instantly. His hooves left my back before I felt them come down on my shoulders, along with some of his weight. He was ready.

"I love you so much right now," he whispered to me in a haggard tone, gasping heavily.

I only responded by swaying again and leaned up to his face, locking my lips to his. Now the fun would really begin.

I woke up rather suddenly, gasping sharply as I did. The room was dark since the shades were drawn, but I could see perfectly. The room was small, barely big enough to house one pony. Ugly vertically striped wallpaper surrounded me, colored dark brownish-yellow and tan. A couple small fixtures hung from the walls, two being pictures and one lamp. The picture I could see was of a tall, imposing white mountain standing defiantly against the clear blue sky.

A sharp snore sounded from behind me and I closed my eyes, squeezing them in frustration. He was a snorer, something I absolutely loathed. Opening my eyes again, I felt his foreleg wiggle gently as he pulled me closer. It was wrapped around my chest, holding me in place while his rear legs intertwined with mine. There were no sheets on us as we lay in the bed since most of them were in a heap on the floor. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but a peculiar smell caught my nose.

It was a difficult scent to describe, since it was many different ones at the same time. Sweat was the most prominent, both mine and his, followed by my perfume. It was a rosy odor accented by a bit of jasmine. Following that was the obvious scent of dried saliva, along with the stench of fluids. One of them was obviously blood, but the others were more intimate. I knew where they came from, but I didn't care. The whole room reeked of one thing: sex, and lots of it.

I stretched my hooves and gave a small grunt at how good it felt. I gently flicked my tail to find out it was stuck between his legs and mine. Sighing softly to myself, I went through the tricky procedure of extracting myself from his grip. It was obvious I had practiced this maneuver, since he remained asleep the whole time. Once I was free of the bed, I shook my body graciously. My tail had a few hardened clumps in it and my mane reeked of saliva. Evidently, he drooled while he pulled on it last night. Still, I wasn't fazed as I trotted off to the bathroom near the front door. Last night was enjoyable, especially since I had retained complete control of the acts.

The shower was warm and felt amazing on my worn out muscles. Comfortable, I stood in the hot water and hummed happily to myself. Everything had gone just as I planned. When I decided enough was enough, I ended my shower and dried myself off. Clean and no longer reeking of sex, I trotted out and approached the bed where he still slept. It was then it struck me that I didn't even know his name. He was a green earth pony with a messy sea blue mane and tail, He snored again and I repressed a chuckle. He was cute, but that killed the mood. Turning to the nightstand, I procured a quill and slip of paper and wrote down a note.

Thank you for the wonderful night.

XOXO,

Viola

I smiled to myself as I set down the quill. Surely, he would show this to his buddies and tell them about how he bedded me. After all, it wasn't every day you got to sleep with a bat pony. Looking over to him, I smiled again and got out my lipstick from my bit bag. I usually wore lip gloss, but lipstick always showed up better on paper. After applying some, I leaned forward and planted a small kiss next to my name on the note. The vibrant red of the lipstick peeled away from me, remaining on the note. Satisfied, I turned to him and reapplied some. He snored loudly as I leaned in, but I managed to leave a red kiss on his neck.

I left shortly after that and headed back to my place. Dawn was barely breaking over the city I trotted through, weakly painting the tall buildings a light blue. The streetlamps were starting to go out and a few ponies trotted around, heading off to places unknown. Some of them were good ponies, going to work and various other places. Others were like me, creatures of the night slinking back to their dens to wait for Luna's moon to rise again. As I walked, I noticed a couple of eyes glance my way.

I had a peculiar way of trotting. Most mares had learned the proper way to walk, keeping their tails down and rear legs closed tightly together so as not to appear suggestive. I, however, walked in a much different way. My hips swayed from side to side as I walked, making my butt wiggle back and forth. My tail followed the movements, flicking to and fro. I wasn't showcasing anything inappropriate, but it was obvious I was making sure to catch any stallion's eyes. Plus, it was a bit difficult not to walk this way after you had just spent five hours doing very vigorous activities with your rump. Still, I had no intention of offending anyone.

I trotted back to my place and flew up to the door just as the sun began to break the horizon. Inside, my place was quiet and dark. It was a large loft with a glass ceiling that looked up at the predawn sky. The walls were made of bricks and mortar, leading down to some rather appealing yellow wood floors. On the walls hung various paintings, many of them abstract. I knew at least one of them was inspired by me since it was a gift I had received after spending a wonderful weekend with the artist. Ironically, I had met him through his marefriend, who was there the same weekend and also happened to be my roommate.

I set down my bit bag at the small table near the door and walked into the living room. It was large and spacious, decorated tastefully. A rug was laid out on the floor, black along the perimeter with a tan interior covered with interlocking black squares and rectangles. On top of the rug was a black coffee table, surrounded by sleek couches, which were also black. My roommate really liked that color.

On the far right of the living area was our kitchen. A breakfast bar ran along the length of the area, effectively dividing the space. Lots of fruit sat on the counters, along with some cutlery. A refrigerator made out of sleek steel sat behind the bar as well.

I trotted over and got myself a banana, my favorite treat, when I noticed something. A couple partially eaten strawberries sat on the counter, dried out from the exposure to the air. I rolled my eyes as I set the banana down and gathered them into my wing. My roommate was my best friend, but she was kinda sloppy. I had just tossed the strawberries onto the trashcan when I heard a noise from behind me. I gave a small glance back to see a sky blue pegasus with a dark blue mane slip out from the door on the other side of the loft, my roommate's door.

He tried to stealthily make his way to the door when I decided to have a bit of fun with him. Returning my gaze forward, I pretended not to notice him as I turned around to my banana. He froze instantly, his eyes fixed on me while I kept doing what I was doing, acting blissfully unaware he was there. I picked up my banana with my hoof and took a deep breath of it, closing my eyes and enjoying the smell. I heard the stallion shuffle a bit and stop, obviously trying to get a better look at me. My tongue slowly sneaked out of my mouth and caressed the banana, licking the peel. It wasn't very tasty, but I heard no more movements from the stallion.

I sat back on my rump and leaned against the bar, kicking my rear legs out in front of me. I slowly peeled the banana, revealing the off-white fruit inside and licked it too. A small shuffle came from the stallion again and I decided I had teased him enough. I had opened my mouth and was about to take a bite when I heard a door open, followed by a loud thud.

I turned my head to see the stallion scrambling around, blushing furiously, as my roommate peeked around at him. She was a gorgeous mare, light tan with a blonde mane and tail. Her wonderful teal eyes watched as the stallion scrambled to his hooves and tried to dart away. A soft smile caressed her face as he opened the front door and left in a hurry. Once it shut, she looked over to me and retained her smile.

"You know, Vi," she began, "I sometimes wonder whether you really enjoy what you do."

I rolled my eyes at that and bit the banana. Pushing myself upright, I turned to her and chewed on the fruit as I thought of a remark.

"I would figure you of all ponies would know the answer to that," I retorted to her.

She gave a small giggle at that and stretched herself. Her blonde mane was a mess, mostly because of the natural curls it had. Her mane and tail were long, a little more than my own. On her flank rested a cutie mark, a couple gold coins overlaying two red hearts. She trotted over to the bar after stretching and opened the fridge with her magic. When it was messy, her mane was really good at hiding her horn.

"So how was your night?" she asked, looking around in the fridge.

"About the same as yours," I answered plainly, "Although I wish I could have used the house."

A laugh escaped her as I chewed on some more of my banana.

"It was my turn to use the house."

"Yeah, I know," I grumbled back before biting my banana again.

She pulled her head back from the fridge, levitating a carton of milk, before shutting the door. She smiled to me and put a hoof on my cheek as her magic set down the carton on the counter.

"Viola, we can always share if you want," she said in her friendly tone.

I scowled a bit at that and pulled the peel off my snack.

"We don't share that," I grumbled.

Her teal eyes glittered for a bit as she approached me more and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I kept chewing on my banana, even as her scent wafted over to me. She had the same scent I had when I woke up, with the exception of blood.

"Viola, you are my best friend," she said, "I want you to get your wish more than anything. If sharing would improve your chances, I wouldn't hesitate."

"Yeah, yeah, Glimmer," I replied, "I know you would."

Glimmer backed off a bit and smiled at me some more. I found it slightly odd she had befriended me, especially since I wasn't what you called normal. I was a bat pony, a species that was very reclusive. I also wasn't very pretty either. Glimmer was a knockout in terms of looks while I was just kinda average. Average for bat ponies, at least.

"Hey, why don't you go see if your wish came true?" Glimmer suggested as I finished my banana.

I stood up and trotted over to the trashcan as she poured herself a glass of milk.

"I got some new stuff for you to try," she happily spoke to me, "They guarantee a 98.9% accuracy rating."

I snorted as I trotted past her, heading off to the bathroom and the new supplies she had gotten for me. Glimmer was always looking for new ways to help me, even if it meant asking some very uncomfortable questions in public.

"We'll see if I even need them," I replied as I shut the bathroom door.

A soft knocking came from the door as I stared at it. My mind was blank as I heard Glimmer's voice come from behind the door.

"Vi? Are you alright in there?" she asked, a little concerned.

I said nothing as I stared down at it. I had done this a hundred times before and this time shouldn't have been different, but it felt strange. The little white stick I was holding in my hoof told me something, but my mind didn't seem to register it. It was as if I was outside my body, looking down at it. I turned to my reflection and stared at it, my face blank.

My long dark blue mane with a light blue streak hung down my neck, the top part hanging down into my face. My gold eyes seemed distant, as if I was looking at something really far away. The light gray coat I had reflected a little too much light than I liked, but my eyes were used to it. My dark purple wings drooped around me like they were dead while the slits in my gold irises stared back into me. On my flank, I saw my cutie mark, a violet heart with a thin black spiral around it.

The door opened and Glimmer trotted in to see me. I turned my head and gazed at her and silence ensued for a short while.

"How did the test go?" she asked brightly.

I simply held out the stick and watched her lean closer with a smile. She really was hoping it would say what we wanted it to. Instead, a single red line ran perpendicular to the white stick, causing her smile to fade.

"Oh," she murmured, backing up a bit, "Missed it again, huh?"

I nodded slowly and picked myself up. It wasn't the first time I had come back and discovered my efforts were wasted.

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