Title:           The form of a rather unremarkable, possibly verging on scrawny white unicorn was
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 26th of December 2015 01:48:05 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 26th of December 2015 01:48:05 AM CDT

The form of a rather unremarkable, possibly verging on scrawny white unicorn wasn’t something you’d call imposing or frightening. More like a shitty anime cosplay the likes of which you find on nerds at the convention with too much enthusiasm and too little skill. That said, as Nightlight felt herself fall onto the body, the figure quickly pinning her was definitely making her feel something. A slight flush fell across her face and she had to bite her tongue to keep herself from whispering ‘just like in my Japaneighs animes’, considering that there was no way Gar understood the intricacies of something as complex as shoujo.
What he did understand, contrary to all appearances otherwise, was how to get it on. Two hooves pushed against her withers and forced her down down onto the bed. She tensed up, breathing quickly as she looked over at his legs and up at the now-bat-pony, usual doddering mind replaced with little other than lust. And then it paused, looking down at her with a strange sort of deliberation, as though deciding something was amiss and it needed reparation.
His face lurched in and Nightlight’s eyes scrunched closed, gritting her teeth… Only to have the eyes slowly sag open in surprised as she felt the gentle nibbles of skilled fang-work gently making a trail down her next, the cool and wet texture of his tongue sliding up against her neck. The tension, much as she told herself it was the right way to react, slowly started to melt away, an involuntary coo fluttering out of her mouth, a heavy sigh as her limbs sank into the bed, which earned a satisfied grin from the Gar-creature above her.
And then she smelt it, just as she felt one of his hind legs press in between her own and slowly start to slide them away. Her head lazily bobbed up to take a look, and she found herself staring at one hell of a cock, getting longer and harder by the second. His right rear leg pushed up against her legs, and the left leg follow suit pushing up against them until her until her bodacious bat booty slowly slid skyward.
She let out a small whimper, unsure of how to react. Gar was in a relationship… but this wasn’t really even Gar… and it had been a while seen any stallion had treated her like that. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?
Gar certainly agreed, and with a gentle hip wiggle his massive shaft was rubbing up and down her slit, an almost painfully slow pace as every slow stroke got her moaning against, hips wiggling useless. As mighty as their power was, Gar’s lust was clearly greater, and he continued the slow, sensuous grind, a smile flickering at his lips as she let out each crooning moan.
But it wasn’t until her let out the trace of a grunt that it became clear it was time for the next phase. With an impressive balancing act he stretched out his large, leathery wings and his forehooves slid up her side and grasped her flank tight, one hoof rearing back to give it a quick smack, and then another as she let out the most adorable squeak. From there, her reared his hips back, and then he gave it to her.
He started with a quick, deep rush, his shaft splitting her open, not just long but thick enough that she could feel it as it made its way deeper and deeper into her, slamming into her until her back arched, front hooves pawing and padding at the covers, her noises ranging from incoherent mutterings to the types of squeals that only a bat pony could make. On a related note, the dogs of the neighborhood were having a godawful time.
And then they fucked. It was really the only way to describe the piledriving that ensued as his hips pistoned smacking against the lovely cushion again and again, sensations only building, getting more vivid and intense with each strike and stroke, plowing her hard enough it was hard to tell what was his hips slamming against hers or him spanking her. And it wasn’t long until his facade was at its end, eyes closing shut as tight as they could, teeth gritting, gripping onto the booty like it was his god (and, to be fair, it probably was).
He didn’t let himself go until she did, her voice suddenly dropping an octave as it sang out one final, low note, face red enough that she could be dying in Shade’s arms, panting heavily enough to, and her body convulsing around the heavenly rod inside of her. Her final release was rewarded with an outpouring of Gar, his cock twitching inside of her until it spewed our, line after line of warm liquid slowly filling her up as she lay back, simply drinking the sensation, perhaps the most relaxed she had ever been.
 
The next morning, she was woken up as she felt someone stirring beside her. It was Gar, in a far more pointed form sliding out. He looked back at her and smiled.
“Hey!” He said, waving at her with a hoof. “If you needed a cuddle-buddy last night, you should have just come gotten me, you didn’t need to pick me up. And, uh, you should really stop eating sandwiches in bed. There’s mayonnaise everywhere. But I’m late for my shift, I’ll talk to you later.”
Dumb, but not as dumbfounded as the bat he left behind, he quickly made his way out of the apartment.