>Why can't she just fuck off?
>“And remember to close the damn fridge next time you decide to chuck your crap in there!”
>God, you hate your flatmate.
>She does nothing but complain, strop, and bitch at you.
>No matter what you do, she'll constantly be there, like an itch underneath the skin you can't get rid of.
>Your room is the only comfort you have, and even then calling it a comfort is a stretch.
>You can still hear her yelling inside.
>Walking past her, you slam the kitchen door behind you.
>It's a wonder how the hinges haven't broken off yet.
>The amount of times the doors in this flat have been walloped against the walls is crazy.
>Into your room you go, a cup of tea and a book awaiting you.
>Flopping upon your bed, the tea spills.
“Fuck- Ouch!”
>It scalds your hand, nearly ruins your book too.
>And you can swear you hear Night Watch sniggering away to herself.
>Not gonna justify it with a response, she doesn't deserve a rise out of you.

>It only takes a few more minutes for her to try and ruin your leisure time.
>“Oh for- Anon! We're out of milk!”
>You groan and grumble back.
“So why don't you go and get some?”
>She stomps her foot in a tantrum.
>“I'm expecting a package! If I'm not here for it then I can't sign for it!”
>Christ on a stick...
“Fine, I'll go get some fucking milk! Anything else while you're at it, madame?!”
>“Oh, just shut up!”
>Pitiful excuse for a comeback.
>Guess you have to get some damn milk now.
>Out your door, you go.
>She's standing there, ready to yell again.
>Except for once, she tones her brash voice down.
>“Actually, we could use a loaf of bread and some fruits too.”
>It's almost startling that she can speak without shouting.
“Oh. Okay. Is that all?”
>She nods.
>You shrug in a confused manner, and she hands over some bits.
“Uh, see you later I guess.”
>You stride out of your flat, and into the cold stairwell.
>Shame they don't have elevators here.
>“Hurry up. I need to make something for a friend.”
>Night Watch shuts the door loudly behind you.
>Well, that was weird.

>The longest part of that journey was clambering up and down the damn stairs.
>By the time you get to the 4th floor, you're absolutely drained.
>The bags of shopping at your side drag you down to the floor.
>You call out for your flatmate batpony, but the feebleness of it is pathetic, even you admit that.
>The door actually opens though, and out pops a stallion you've never seen before.
>They look pretty pleased with themselves, black mane ruffled and groggily stumbling from side to side.
>He turns back to the door.
>“S-see you later bubba.”
>He almost trips over you, but you move out of the way before he has the chance.
>Passing you, he begins mumbling to himself.
>“I gotta get me summa dat more often...”
>You look up to Night Watch, her face scrunched up in annoyance.
“Who's that then, Bubba?”
>“Fuck off. Nobody that you need to know. Did you get my things?”
>Getting up off the floor, you nod to her.
>“Good. Now get back inside before anyone sees me.”
>What a strange bat.
“Why, what's the problem if they do?”
>She looks around anxiously.
“Oh, so that was your 'package'.”
>She grumbles to herself, pushing you back into the flat.
>“You can't tell anypony.”
>As if you have reason to.
>Not like you talk to much folk around or go places.
“Don't worry. I don't have anyone to tell.”
>She huffs.
>“Hmph. Figures that a loser like you has to be stuck with someone like me.”
>What?
“And what exactly are you like?”
>She swishes her short mane.
>“An independent mare, fabulous and popular.”
>Nothing if not vain as hell.
>“Now if you'll excuse me, I need the milk.”
>She snatches the bag off of you in her mouth, scratching your finger with one of her fangs.
“Fuck! Watch it!”
>She giggles away to herself.
>“Guess I better be more careful.”
>The nerve of this fucker.
>You go straight to your room once again.
>Forgot all about your tea, and now it's cold.
>Goddamn Night Watch.
>Well, at least you still have your book.
>“Chapter 12 - How Inspirational Can One Orange Be?”
>The book had nothing to do with fruit at all until now, so this must be where the plot twists.
>“Anon, come out here!”
>Always when you've just got settled in.
“What is it?!”
>“I have something to show you.”
>Well, you can't wait to see what sort of thing she has to show you.
>Probably took a shit on the floor or something.
>Closing your door calmly, you go through to the kitchen.
>In it, Night Watch and a cake that says “I'm Sorry”.
>What?
“What is this?”
>She holds it up to you.
>“Nothing, I'm just sorry that we do nothing but fight all the time.”
>Erm.
“No games or anything else malicious?”
>The deep blue bat shakes her head.
>“Go on, have a piece.”
>You grab a knife from the counter and slice it.
>Unsure, you sniff at it but nothing.
>It goes straight into your mouth, teeth collapsing through it.
>Oh-holy-shit-what-the-fuck-is-this
>The sink is fortunately beside you so you can greet it with a torrent of vomit.
>Jesus, that was the worst tasting thing in the world.
“What the fuck did you lace this with, you bitch?!”
>She tries her best to look innocent.
>You're not buying it.
>“Who, moi?”
>Your hands clench tightly, while your stomach does the same in terror.
“Yes, fucking you. You who just near enough poisoned me. You who is a small-scale terrorist in my life here. I've fucking had it with you.”
>You thin your eyelids.
“Fuck. You.”
>She pouts for a moment.
>“Oh, fuck me?”
>Then her tone drops along with her expression, she frowns.
>“No, fuck you! You're a lazy little shit who leaves trash everywhere and hasn't even heard of the word 'wash'. The only reason we even live together is because we can't afford to live on our own!”
>She screeches for a moment, piercing your ears.
>“All you do is sit in your fucking room reading and you leave poor little me to do all the damn housework!”
>You make a groaning noise before pointing at her.
“Poor little you?! You make my life hell!”
>“You are hell!”
“Do you want to fucking go?!”
>“Oh, gladly!”
>Stomping, you get closer to her, right in her face.
“You're fucking-”
>Without warning, her lips lock with yours.
“Mmph-uck! What the fuc-!”
>She's now pushing you against the wall.
>What the fuck is going on.
>“You little shit. How dare you kiss me?”
>What?!
“I didn't kiss you, for fuck's-”
>Her tongue begins invading your mouth, leaving no part of it uncharted.
>And to your horror, you begin to do the same.
>After another round of tonsil tennis, she pulls away panting and puffing.
>Her cheeks are hot and red.
“You've been a bad girl.”
>She nods, eyes closed.
“Bad girls have to be punished, you know.”
>Her pupils are shrunken, lids halved.
>“What's my punishment? I hope it's nothing bad...”
“Open your mouth.”
>Shivering, she does as told.
>She licks along your jeans where she can see your dick throbbing inside.
>“Get it over with, Anon.”
>The button almost flies off when you pop it.
>Your underwear is still in the way, but it's soon torn from you.
>“Holy shit, is that all there is to it?”
>You groan at her.
>“Whatever.”
>You don't even need to beckon her over, the entire thing is engulfed in her throat before you can blink.
>She begins to suck on it, bobbing her head up and down.
>Her tongue twists around it, licking at the sides.
>It comes out of her mouth, reaching to your balls.
“Oh-h fuck.”
>This is fucking heavenly.
>Her blue mane bobs in sync with her sucks.
>It's great, but that's enough for now.
>Her real punishment is at hand.
>You take it out of her mouth.
“Turn around.”
>She doesn't have to be told twice.
>Almost instantaneously her sex is in front of you, spilling juices all over the damn carpet.
“Guess that's something else you'll have to clean up later.”
>“Just stick it in me, you shithead!”
>Your member lines itself up with her, pounding inside.
>She lets out a long moan.
>“Get to it, for fuck's sake!”
>You don't move, torturing her even more.
“Don't be so fucking impatient, you whore.”
>Before long, she begins to press against you instead.
“So you want it that bad, huh?”
>She refuses to talk to you, her eyebrows lowering in anger.
“Say it.”
>“F-fuck off...”
“Do it or you're getting nothing.”
>“Fine, I fucking want it!”
>You smile, before thrusting deep into her.
>She lets out a quiet yelp, still pushing down onto you.
>Before you start again, you relish in the pleasure.
>Her winking sex twitches on your dick, causing you to push into her, over and over.
>“Come on, faster! Faster!”
>You just have to oblige and soon you hear your skin slapping against each other.
>“Slap my ass!”
>Your hand rises and comes down harder than you imagined it.
>It leaves a red mark and leaves Night Watch breathless, wanting more.
>“Ahh... Again!”
>With your manhood still pumping in and out of her, your hand slaps her other cheek.
>“Oh, jeez...”
>She lets go of your cock then pushes you onto the floor.
>“You're in for the ride of your life.”
“Fucking prove it, bitch.”
>She leans down and kisses you again.
>Then slides down your awaiting sex.
>Up and down, she grinds you over and over.
>Before long you can feel that familiar feeling.
>She starts to groan harder than before, then leans backwards.
>Her tongue begins hanging out of her mouth, lost in orgasmic bliss.
>“O-oh, Anon! I'm gonna cum!”
>She starts slamming onto you and in no time at all, you see her squirt a little out.
>But she doesn't stop, she keeps going.
>Your cock still feels different, and it keeps getting better.
>She can't take any more, swaps to her mouth again.
>“Mm, mm, mm!”
>It's gonna happen, you're gonna cum!
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”
>She pops it out of her mouth and jerks it out all over her face.
>It's absolutely covered it.
“F-fuck you, Night Watch...”
>She wipes some of it off of her face.
>“Y-yeah... fuck you too.”
>Too tired to move, you both lay there for a moment.
“I... I suppose you'll be cleaning this mess up then.”
>She laughs a little.
>“You dick... You're helping out!”