Title:           [SB] 3 o'clock
Author:          Thy_Carpenter
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First Edit:      Tuesday 11th of April 2017 07:37:39 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 11th of April 2017 07:37:39 PM CDT

>It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, Ponyville is silent save for a hoot of an owl and the chirping of the crickets.
>You are Anon, and it seems like this will be yet another sleepless night owing to insomnia.
>Looking out your window, the moon illuminates the small town and floods your room with light.
>It’s mocking you as you lay there, wide awake as if it were noon, not even the slightest droop of your eyelids to filter out the light.
>A heavy sigh escapes your nostrils as you close your eyes and drift through thoughts in your mind.
>Then there’s a distinctive squeak that you know as your closet door opening.
>Your eyes open and look to the door, stopping short on a figure.
>Moonlight doesn’t reach far enough to illuminate the figure, though you can tell by the outline it’s a mare.
“Who are you, and why are you in my bedroom?” you calmly inquire as your hand sneaks its way to a baseball bat next to your bed.
>A soothingly soft voice responds.
>”I’m an agent of Luna, I’m here because you’ve been having trouble sleeping.”
>You pause a second before your hand goes lax and rejoins the other.
“So you’re going to help me with my insomnia?”
>”Sleep disorders fall under my jurisdiction, so yes.”
“So how are you going to help?”
>”Well, spells and tranquilizers don’t give restful sleep, so we’ve got to do some… exercises.”
>Your eyebrow raises at this.
“Exercise? Like cardio and such?”
>”Not exactly, though it will raise your heartrate and will leave you tired.”
“If it’ll let me sleep normally, I’m game; I felt like taking a stroll anyhow.”
>You get out of bed and quickly re-neaten the covers.
“So what’s first?”
>”Stretching. Flex your arms, then bend over and touch your toes.”
>Complying, you do so as the figure steps out of the darkness revealing a white coat with a brown mane, pointy ears, and bat-like wings.
>As she steps out moonlight catches her yellow eyes, reflecting a bright yellow sheen.
>She circles around you, paying attention to your biceps which are completely visible owing to you only wearing a tank and sweat pants.
>As you bend over she seems to focus on your hips.
>”You’re doing good. Although I’m not familiar with human anatomy, I can still tell you’ve got a well toned body. That’ll come in handy for the next part.”
>As she circles back around front her flank comes close to your face, and you get a sweet smell reminiscent of vanilla.
“So what was your name again?”
>”I’m afraid I’m not allowed to tell you, our little motto is ‘what happens in the night stays in the night’; now, stand up next to the bed please.”
>Standing up you do as is asked, stopping near the head of the bed.
“I don’t ever recall that being a motto.”
>”It’s part of a new wave of changes.”
“...You’re not the smoothest operator, are you?”
>She cocks an eyebrow, “What do you mean by that?”
“Luna is archaic and traditional, she would never change her guard’s modus operandi just like that; lunar guardians don’t have reflective eyes; and you’re lacking a cutie mark. Who really are you?”
>She freezes and locks eyes awkwardly with you.
>With a swift motion the baseball bat is in your hands and headed on a collision course with her head before it’s sent violently out of your hands.
>Your hips are sent backwards toward your bed, off-centering you and leaving your entire body to follow them.
>Rolling onto your back, your legs pull up reflexively to block, though not quickly enough to prevent the invader from landing on your chest and pressing their forehead to yours, pushing your head against your bed.
>”You’re a clever one, aren’t you? I’ve never had one like you, and I don’t just mean that from a species perspective; every stallion I’ve given this scenario were too busy fantasizing about my rump to notice any flaws in my disguise.”
“What are you?”
>”Well my dear, since we’ve gotten so close so fast, I think we’re at the stage I can tell you I’m a succubus. I’ve com-”
>Her monologue is cut off short as you shove her ribs on one side and swing your legs, using your momentum to flip her onto her back with you on top.
>”A man who knows what he wants, I like it, but you won’t be the dominant one that quickly~”
>Hooves wrap around your neck and pull your lips into hers, a warm feeling transferring from her lips to yours and making your head feel bubbly as you loosen your grip.
>A tongue gently parts your lips and slides in to explore the walls of your mouth as she slowly moves you so that she’s on top again.
>Her soft tongue meets yours and sugar is all you taste as your tongues dance and explore one another.
>A feeling in your chest partway snaps your brain out of its stupor and you begin to push against her chest
>This, in response makes her push your hand away and send a hoof to explore the area around your crotch, tracing from your legs to waist to legs again, drifting closer and closer to your crotch with each trace.
>Lust gets the better of your mind and blood is redirected from your struggling muscles to your member.
>Your body knows what it wants and begins to lightly thrust in an attempt to close the gap with her hoof.
>It’s not long before your dick slips out through the slit in your pants and bumps against her hoof.
>She breaks the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva to trail down your body as she takes your cock in her hooves, wide eyed at the display.
>”I’ve never seen anything like yours, it’s… it’s almost mesmerising,” she admires as she closes the distance to it with her muzzle.
>Her soft warm breath onto it sends shivers up your spine and it twitches with stimulation, lightly tapping itself to her lips.
>“Eager, are we?” she smirks before extending her tongue and tracing your head.
>Your balls are cupped and are gently fondled and tugged at as she begins to use more and more of her tongue’s surface to swaddle your head.
>A shutter escapes your lips, prompting her to make eye contact with you before extending her tongue down the length of your shaft and pressing her lips to your tip.
>A thick stream of saliva trails down your balls, coming to rest on your taint before she engulfs your tip in her tender mouth.
>The saliva on your balls is spread with her hoof, bringing another layer of sensation as you feel a plentiful amount of precum leave your member.
>She seems to smile at this and advances her mouth, taking more of your shaft and tickling your balls with the tip of your tongue as she does so.
>By now your dick is throbbing like crazy inside of her mouth and you lean back onto your pillow with a shaky sigh.
>She takes this as a sign to go further, taking the entirety of your cock into her mouth as you feel your head leave her tongue and enter her heavenly throat.
>You feel her bottom out, but are unprepared for her to stretch her tongue underneath your sack and caress them with amazing dexterity as a hoof reaches under your tanktop and begins to grope at the rest of your body.
>The walls around your tip begin to rhythmically convulse, giving your head full exposure to every part of her richly textured throat.
>Her head starts to bob up and down, treating you to her tongue exploring your tip before plunging back down, sending it back into the throat to be milked.
>The sensations quickly overwhelm you as you’re reduced to a trembling mess of pleasure.
>With a final bob she slams down all the way and from your cock explodes forth stream after stream of seed, which her throat greedily steals.
>Soon you feel your torrent of cum come to an end, though this doesn’t stop her throat from still trying to milk more out.
>After a moment her throat gives up trying to get more and her tongue swirls around your cock as it’s slowly released from her mouth.
>Raising your head you take a look to see her licking your dick clean, the sight of which elicits three final ropes of cum to shoot out into the air and land on her face.
>She smiles at this and uses a hoof to lick your seed off of her face while the other hoof still lightly tugs and plays with your balls.
>Soon not a single drop of your cum is left on her face, save for a string that landed in her mane.
>”I think I’ll keep this as a trophy for a while,” she says with a grin as she looks upwards at it.
>Looking back to you, she slides up your body and onto your chest, face to face with you.
>”Am I right to say you enjoyed that~?”
“Y-yes,” you barely manage to get out, your voice having trouble coming back from after that experience.