>Night Taking On Me on Earth
>Be Vito the Artiste
>You are spending another glorious night with your best friends
>You speak, of course, of your pens and papers and possibly some extra wine from last night's bender
>Tipping the bottle to one side, you find you are simply out of wine entirely
>Sighing aloud, you pick up your pencil and stare longingly at the white sheet before you
>It is like Christmas, you think, a snow-white sheet of paper that has no form or goal
>So simple in its beauty, yet craving to be etched upon by your skilled hands
>The first line is casted by your graphite wand as you begin to create
>You pour your heart and soul onto the blank canvas as sweat builds on your brow
>After a few minutes, the image takes shape on the white sheet
>A cute mane, a fanged smile, a spirally horn
>Yes, this is the stunning Rosewood in all her glory
>Eppy may brand her as a 'villain', but you know better!
>What kind of villain is so adorable or wonderful?
>You place your hand over the little muzzle of your picture and rub it lovingly with the tip of your finger
>All these feelings, you reflect, that you will never pet a cutie-pie bat pony
>A single, artistically placed tear rolls from your eye and down your nose
>It lands with a slightly wet thud into the drawing and you stare at the swollen paper
>Before your very eyes, the drawing blinks against the drop as if winking rain from its face
>You stare at it and rub your eyes once
>Rosewood waves a small hoof to you and smiles brightly
>What was in that wine?
>She suddenly begins to walk towards the paper, growing large with each step
>As she touches the edge, a hoof presses against the paper as if it were a piece of glass
>You tap back to find the paper no different than usual and you stare at the pony
>A bubble rises up on the page while Rosewood's mouth bounces
>"Hey! It's you! You're the human that's always drawing me!
>Not sure what to think, you do your best to respond
"Um, yes... H-how are you?"
>"Well, you drew me with a smile, so I must be happy!"
>That makes sense in some extremely meta sort of way
>"I'm stuck here though. I was trying to see you and the world just stopped when I walked all the way forward."
"I... I am not sure what to say?"
>"Me neither, but, this is fun to just talk, right?"
>You nod a bit to her
>"So, what's it like being over there?"
"It's... It's OK. What about you?"
>"Not bad... It is a little flat feeling though. Weird, right?"
>You nod again in your stupefied state
>Rosewood paces around a bit until looking back up at you
>"Excuse me! I am kind of hungry..."
>You look over her quickly and begin sketching a small cup in some free space
>Rosewood approaches the cup and looks at it in amazement
>"Neat trick! But, um... It's empty?"
>She turns the cup over and looks sadly with you
>You think for a moment before reaching for an X-Acto Knife
>A small pinprick at your finger tip allows the tiniest of blood drops to pool
>You slowly, carefully reach down to the cup and dot the inside
>The paper absorbs it readily and adds the first bit of colour to your work
>Looking pleased, Rosewood lifts the cup to her muzzle and you watch the colour disappear
>This would be weird if it was not for this feeling of happiness
>"That was great, um... What's your name?"
"Call me Vito."
>"Alright, Mr. Vito."
>She giggles coyly and you nearly blush at her 
"Was that really that good?"
>"Oh yes, you're tasty."
>You laugh lowly with her
"Oh, you're just saying that..."
>"No, no! Really!"
>You place your hand on the paper and try to stroke the filly's mane
>Your hand cannot pierce the strange forms of reality that are currently mixing
"Hey, I got an idea..."
>You grab an inky brush and begin to make a thick, dark square
>It takes shape as a massive, inky window and you smile to yourself
"Try to step through this, OK?"
>Approaching the front of the page again, Rosewood stops before your portal
>"Is it safe?"
"Yes, I would never hurt you."
>You grind your jaw once at the very thought of Anonymous
>Rosewood pushes her nose into the window first and you see the paper give as a coloured snout breaks through
>She wiggles upward and eventually pulls her upper half through
>"Whoa, this is a weird feeling... I think my hips are stuck."
>A smirk crosses your face as you think Eppy dreams up all their characters with such wide bottoms
>Not like you're complaining but, in this particular case, you need to help her out
"Take my hand, I'll give you a tug!"
>That sounds lewd, you think to try again
"I mean, I'll pull you out!"
>She presents her hooves to you and you wrap your fingers around them
>They are just as soft as you had imagined and you give her a solid yank upward
>Rosewood grunts and strains a bit until you finally feel her sliding towards you
>You give her another hard pull and she springs from the portal with alarming force
>She collides with your chest and you fall back into your chair
>Her small chest heaves from the struggle and you hold her rather closely in your lap
>The small pony in your arms smells like fresh cut grass and wildflowers and her body is as warm as a summer's day
>You lose yourself in her mane for the moment and take a loud sniff
>"Um, Vito..."
>Rosewood giggles lightly
>"What are you doing?"
"Oh, um, n-nothing!"
>The soft pony lays gently against your chest and looks up at you
>"You feel really warm. It's kind of nice."
>The little mare rubs her face against your chest as her hips comfortably sound your waist
>All this cuddling begins to get to you, and perhaps the wine as well, as your own body grows a little stiffer
>You place your hand on Rosewood's back and stroke down her shoulders and mane
>Everything about this little pony is soft and huggable, yet you cannot shake the erection growing in your pants
"Um, Rosewood..."
>"... Call me Rosy..."
"... Rosy... Maybe you'd be more comfortable on the couch?"
>She lets out a grumble as her upper hooves latch onto your shoulders and she stares up at you with lovely, blue eyes
>"You don't want me to sit in your lap?"
>You begin sweating again as the heat seems to crank up to eleven
"No! I like you right here! It's just, well, reasons!"
>"Reasons?"
>Rosewood's hips seem to press lightly down on you and she smiles widely
>"What kind of reasons?"
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>You try to steady the gyrating pony by grabbing her hips
>She lets out a sharp gasp and her eyes close
>"Not there, Vito! I'm sensitive there! You should know, you drew me like that!"
>You did not realize you even did this!
>No more drawing while drunk and horny, you swear to yourself
>"Hey, Vito... I can hear your heart pounding away. Think you can give me a little snack?"
"Yes, of course..."
>Without much hesitation, Rosy pulls your shirt to one side and reveals your well toned shoulders
>Of course you lift everyday so as to stay in shape for just such occasions!
>"Oh, you look... Delicious."
>You see a short, thick tongue lick the hungry pony's lower lip before she darts at your should
>The strangest feeling of being tenderly bitten shoots up your shoulder before a pleasant numbing sensation follows
>Her strange, flat tongue seems to easily lap at your puncture wounds and her eyes close in satisfaction 
>She makes a lewd sort of slurping noise and moans through your shoulder periodically
>Rosewood's loving bite fades as your head grows dizzy and the world spins a bit
>"Oh, I'm sorry, did I take too much? Sorry, you just taste so good!"
"No, you're fine... I'm just a little tired..."
>Rosewood looks at you until you see her eyes wobble a bit
>"Whoa... Everything just a got a little woozy..."
>You think about the alcohol in your system and wonder if Rosy could have picked up a buzz
>"Oh, oh~! My belly's so hot..."
>She lays against your chest and her hips thrust into you leg
>"Please, Vito... I need you to rub it."
>Her mouth is curled into a small O shape as she moans quietly and you find yourself listening rather well
>Your hand slithers to her small tummy and you feel her full belly slosh lightly with your blood
>It is round and soft and so easy to rub
>"Oh, just like that~!"
>A squeak rings out of her throat as her thrusting picks up
>You begin to feel a very wet sort of heat on your pants and decide to grip her chubby belly for good measure
>The petite mare moans loudly at your roughness before staring up to you with lust ridden eyes
>"V-Vito... Kiss me..."
>With reckless abandon, your lips wrap around the beautiful muzzle of your lovely Rosewood
>Her mouth tastes like blood and her hot breath has a tang of Cabernet Franc as she pants into your maw
>The kiss is heavenly and you find yourselves wrestling each others tongue in no time at all
>When the kiss does break, you pull back just enough to see the stunned face of your little pony
>"Wow... You're good... Please, I need you in me."
>With a practiced ease, you unzip your pants and grope around for your sex
>It slides past the cool zipper and Rosewood looks down
>"By the Queen... This is gonna be great."
>The cool air is quickly engulfed by the burning nethers of the lustful Rosewood as she humps against you
>A feeling of soaking wetness pushes into you before you slip into Rosy's boiling love canal
>You moan lightly as the indescribable feeling of love and lust mingle in your mind
>Your hands hold your newfound lover by her flanks and you push up with a grunt
"S-so tight."
>"I-I can't help it, ah~! You drew me as a virgin!"
>You still don't remember thinking about that while drawing, but whatever!
>Rosewood grunts and moans as you pound into her body over and over
>Your crotch is soaked as the mare's body grows even hotter
>"Ugh~, deeper..."
>Never one to deny your lovely filly, you lift your hips and force more of yourself into her clenching body
>"There, there! Yes~!"
>You look over her body and see her small sex expand and contract quickly
>Her winking hole squeezes and wrings your shaft without remorse as she lets out an ear-splitting screech
>You cannot move up or down while her body convulses around your rod and are left to the vice-like grip to finish you off
>Without moving another muscle, you feel your own orgasm milked from your gut
>You wrap your arms around her and pull her tightly to your body in the finest of hugs you could ever hope for
>Sticky globs of your affection erupt deeply into the waiting filly and she huffs quickly
>After a solid minute of having your sack drained, the tight muscles relax enough to let you go
>"Ah... Amazing. You must really love me, Vito."
>You gasp for breath as you look to the darling Rosewood
"I do, Rosy, so much..."
>She reaches up to kiss you gently on your lips and smiles to you
>"I had a lot of fun tonight, but I need to head back."
"So soon? Will I ever see you again?"
>Rosewood lets go a soft, throaty chuckle
>"Of course... All you got to do is put your pen to paper and draw. You won't forget my model, right?"
"Never! I'll keep you on model every time!"
>She giggles again before lift her hips from you
>Your limp shaft slips from her warm body and the cold air instantly displeases you
"Rosy, I just want to tell you that I love you."
>"Mmm~, I believe this belly full of your foal filling is enough to prove that."
>You reluctantly let the beautiful mare go and watch her step towards the small portal from whence she came
>"I'll always be here for you, Vito. Stay based."
>Rosewood slips through the window and back onto the paper 
>Your shoulder hurts, your head aches, and your marbles are thoroughly drained
>It was a pretty normal night