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> The sounds of distant traffic greet your ears as you step outside. Light from the diner – your workplace – illuminates your back, casting a long shadow.
> Stepping forward into the night, your shadow is swallowed by the darkness, only to rejoin you later as you step under one of Manehattan’s many street lamps.
> It’s been a long couple of months since Twilight’s dimensional experiments went wrong. And it’s been a long couple of months travelling for the sake of it.
> This isn’t exactly the greatest place – considering you’re currently renting a cheap apartment – but it’s an alright place to settle down.
> Well, the rest of it is, you suppose.
> Glancing around, you notice just how much the dark really highlights just how dilapidated this area is. Failed business ventures, alleys with no lights, couple of busted street lamps, and the slightly run-down apartment complex just up ahead.
> But, you aren’t going to pick-up your pace any. Hell, in all your travels you’ve discovered that this world isn’t really that dangerous. For all the atmosphere, it’s actually pretty nice when compared to similar places back home.
> As you pass an alley, lit dimly by the neon of a bar-sign across the way, you spy something in your peripheral vision, but you pay it no mind. Until you hear a gruff yet feminine voice call-out from behind you.
> “Hey, cutie. What’s a colt like you doing all alone in a place like this?”
> Well, this is a first.
“Look, miss, I don’t want any trouble.”
 > Turning to get a look at your possible assailant, you end up locking into a pair of icy blue eyes.
> “Aww, he doesn’t want any trouble. Cute.”
> Letting out a few more gentle coos, her light-yellow wings extend to full, proudly showing off her plumage.
> “Don’t worry sweetheart, Blaze’ll take good care of you…”
> At this she begins to nuzzle your leg, her gamboge colored tail wrapping around your other.
“Uh? Miss, I –“
> “Ah, ah. Blaze, sweetheart. It’s Blaze, and don’t you forget that.”
> She’s gazing up directly into your eyes. There’s something… predatory about the way she’s looking at you right now.
“Right, Blaze, look, I should be heading home about now.”
> Detaching herself from your leg, she begins to reposition herself.
> “Why, your marefriend waiting for you?”
> In your efforts to maintain eye contact with the predatory Pegasus, you only now realize that your back is to the alley she came out of. 
“Well, no, I’m single, but –“	
> “Good.”
> At this, she extends her wingspan to max before bringing herself up on her hind legs. Forcefully, she drapes her forelegs over your shoulders and plants her lips across your mouth.
> Surprised, you stumble back into the alleyway. However, she moves with you, though with slightly less coordination.
> After a little struggle, she’s managed to guide you up against a nearby wall. Just out of view of the street.
> As you lightly crash against the brick work, her lips leave yours. With such close proximity, you can vaguely smell cider on her breath.
> “You have no idea how much I need this.”
> Quickly, and under her breath, you can swear you heard “clam-jamming bitch.”
> Admittedly, you have no idea what the hell is going on right now. You were initially expecting to get mugged, but it’s evident that’s changed.
“Uh, Blaze?”
> She shushes you and puts her fore-hoof on your lips.
> “I need this more than you know. Now, keep being a good colt and just let me have this, okay?”
> Is she…?
> Removing her fore-hoof, she roughly plants her lips against yours once more. Pinning you with her forelegs, you watch as she lowers her wings.
> Lower, lower, and lower, until they’re underneath her barrel.
> It’s then that you feel your belt being manipulated. Though a little uncoordinated, the dexterity of her wings is surprising as she eventually manages to work it off.
> “Ah, that’s a good colt, just let me work…”
> It seems as though she’s regaining some focus, as her move to undo the button of your pants is even faster than her work on the belt.
> Oh yeah, she is.
> And with little ceremony, you feel her wings grip the sides of your trousers. It’s then you hear it, the sound of your zipper roughly downing itself as she tugs on the nearby cloth.
> As the sound ceases, it’s replaced by the sounds of liquid occasionally dripping onto the asphalt.
> Giving a rough tug, your pants are now down a ways.
> Though she’s “lip-locked” and slobbering over your face, you can feel her face contort into a smile.
> Suddenly, you feel the elastic waistband of your boxers expand. A rush of cool air greets your member as the dual sensation of cloth being replaced by soft feather runs its way down your legs.
> In a bit of surprise at the sensation, you open your mouth. And like the tide, her broad tongue fills the void.
> As though pleased with the increasing lack of resistance, she moans appreciatively into your mouth.
> Though it takes a minute to notice, you can no longer feel the night air on your member. Instead, it’s warm – much warmer. And soft as well. 
> Then it hits you – she’s wrapped your cock in her wings. With a light squeeze, she begins to pump, eliciting a small, surprised moan from you in the process.
> Withdrawing herself from your mouth, she leans back to give you a cocky grin.
> “Told ya I’d take good care of you~ “
> At this, she simply angles herself back a bit, content to watch your face as she continues the wing-job.
> They’re evidently sensitive, as she begins to pump with a little more vigor when you’ve hit full-staff. 
> As a developing bead of pre gets slathered across both you and her wings, she stops and gives you a crazed and lustful grin.
> With surprising tenderness, she dabs her wing tip across your head, coating it in the clear substance. 
> As though in an inspection, she brings the wing tip up – now glistening in the dim neon – and gazes at it. With manic glee, she leans in and gently suckles on the wingtip.
> You notice her giggle a bit, but as the light laughter fades, you hear what sounds like “Still got it. Take that, Spitfire.”
> Shifting her attention back to you, she vigorously grips your dick with her wings again.
> “Mhmm... bet you liked that didn’t you, you little - “
> That was too much. You can’t fucking take it, you’re like a goddamn diamond at this point.
> With as much force as she previously used on you, you turn the tables, locking your lips against her own.
> At first, she freezes, completely unsure of herself. Moving your hands around her barrel for a better grip, she begins to melt into it, moaning into your mouth appreciatively.
> Only after giving a few more playful tugs on your shaft, she brings her fore-hoof up and places it on your chest.
> With a little confusion, you back out of the kiss, sitting up a little to observe the mare.
> Using comparatively little force, she pushes on your chest.
> Without a word said, you lean back into the brickwork in response.
> Replying, she moves a little further up your torso, closing the gap between your faces. You can feel her hot, cider scented breath on your face once more – and you drink it in.
> However, you’re only given a few seconds at best to savor it, as she suddenly closes the gap further – locking her muzzle to your mouth and wrapping her fore-legs around your neck.
> She begins to use this newfound leverage to her advantage, pulling you in a little closer to her. As she does this, she begins to slide down your abdomen, creating a damp patch on the underside of her barrel in the process.
> The further down she goes, the more you feel it – the more you feel her – all over you.
> After an agonizing wait, you finally feel her lower lips kiss your head – but not before being greeted by a wave of fluid and a light kiss from her love button.
> Feeling the caress of your cock, her breathing becomes noticeably more erratic, her hooves begin to brush across the back of your head wildly, and with all the effort she can, brings you deeper into the frenzied kiss.
> With a little maneuvering, she lines up her orifice with your offering and begins to push herself down on it.
> Fucking hell.
> Despite the sheer amount of lubricant dripping from her waiting snatch, you’ve only just got the tip in.
> In surprise, she breaks the kiss.
> “Ah… ha… the hell…? Huff… It should’ve… “
> Grunting, she returns to making out with you before you can remark. It’s then you feel it – she’s lifting herself up slightly.
> With a sharp inhale, she spears herself on the head of your rod.
> And with a slow exhale and a slight moan, she engulfs you, completely. As she brings herself to the hilt, you feel her button pepper your crotch with kisses.
> Gently, she squeezes around your cock and then lifts herself off of you, leaving only your tip inside. And then promptly slams herself back into you.
> As she repeats this a few times, she begins to ride you a little faster, make the strokes a little shorter. Her cunt begins to soak your crotch further and she attempts to deepen the kiss.
> And after one final, long stroke, she releases you from both lips. With a lewd squelch, your cock pops out of her hole, and rests itself on her flanks.
> Panting heavily, she grabs you by the side of your face.
> “Told you… I’d take care of you… but, I can’t let you get me pregnant… not yet, anyway…” 
> Though panting yourself, the sudden blue-balling draws you into a brief moment of lucidity.
“The hell? I’m… I’m not even close…”
> Startled, Blaze elicits an almost-too-loud “Huh?”
> “T-Then… what’s… what’s coating my flank right now?”
> Looking over, light is glinting off her cutie mark – the stylized lightning bolt, now coated thoroughly in her juices and your pre cum.
> Catching your breath some, you ignore her quizzical expression to continue.
 “And second off… we’re not the same species… I don’t honestly think I could get you pregnant.”
> This draws her attention to you immediately. Once more, you feel the icy-blue eyes bore into your own.
> And then, like a wave, you feel her lips crash against your own once more.
> Gripping her tighter around her barrel, you respond in kind.
> After a few brief moments, she breaks her connection with your lips.
> “P-please… rut me… I NEED this.”
> Without doubt or hesitation, you slide your hands from her barrel down to her flanks and give them an affectionate squeeze.
> Hastily, but gently, you guide her entrance back to the head of your rod.
> Tenderly, you slide it back in, curling your toes as you probe further into her ridiculously tight snatch.
> Though barely audible, you can just make out her words – “That’s right bitch, this one’s mine.”
> Arriving at your hilt, her wings extend to full and her mouth finds itself connected to yours once more.
> With a wanton moan, she brings herself up, only to be slammed back down by you.
> For what feels like a blissful eternity, the two of you keep this rhythm – one bringing up, the other slamming down.
> Lustily, she brings herself forward more, attempting to delve as deep as she can into an already deep kiss. Moaning, she runs her hooves up and down across your back.
> While you appreciate the tender gesture, you miss how deep you were able to go previously.
> And in response, you begin thrusting. Plunging as deep as you can into her wonderfully tight cunt, you feel your tip kiss what feels like a semi-solid ring.
> In response, her moans crescendo. After a few more minutes of hammering away, she throws her head back, only to bring it down on your shoulder.
> As she does so, you feel teeth connect with skin around your shoulder and you feel a sudden splash of warm liquid around your legs.
> Wildly, she squeezes your cock – doing everything in her power to milk you of your seed.
> Minutes go by of her manically attempting to milk you, and you curl your toes, doing everything you can to resist.
> Suddenly, you feel the pressure on your shoulder relent.
> For a few seconds, the only thing in your vision is wild gamboge mane.
> And then it clears, revealing once more those ice-like eyes boring into yours. Only now, much, much more lustfully.
> “All mine… all yours… p-please… please cum…
> c-cum in me… rut me… me… mine…”
> She’s reduced to gibberish and begging.
> And you, are reduced to nothing more than moans of your own.
> But her begging triggers something in you. Something primal.
> Though she may be situated above you, you’ve switched to doing most of the work – thrusting yourself forward and pulling her onto you in the same stroke, thoroughly amplifying the pleasure.
> Jackhammering, you feel the touch of that semi-solid ring once more. And this extra sensation on your head causes a familiar sensation in your gut.
> Roughly squeezing her flanks, you slam her to the hilt and then some, attempting to get as close to her cervix as possible. And it’s then that you release a torrent of seed. 
> The searing, white hot pleasure simultaneously blinds and, though you can feel yourself moaning, you can’t tell just what volume you’re at. 
> But you can still feel her grabbing you by the head. You can still feel just her moan as she’s filled with another pulse of cum.
> You aren’t certain of the time. But you’re certain you don’t care.
> As your vision returns to normalcy, you find it once more engulfed by her large, disheveled mane.
> On impulse, you bring your lips down and gently place a kiss onto the top her head.
> Taking a minute to catch her breath, she looks up at you. 
> “T-thanks…”	
> Right now, you can do nothing more than simply smile at your “assailant.”
> Grinning like a thoroughly satisfied maniac, she attempts to stand. Unfortunately for her, the new sensation of your combined fluids steadily leaking out of her cunt and over her clit leaves her wobbling in place unsteadily.
> Bringing yourself up a bit more, you use your ground advantage to help steady the unprepared Pegasus. Or at least get her to a nearby wall.
> With your, supposed rapist, steadied, you shakily stand up.
> After a tense moment of unsteadiness, you manage to pull your soaked, sex-scented pants up and redo your belt.
> Looking over to check, you find Blaze leaning against the wall and nuzzled against your leg.
> “I... I c-can b-barely walk… Help?”
> In your pleasure-addled brain, a thought crosses your mind.
> And so, despite the sexual stupor, you’ve managed to heft, the surprisingly light pony, into your arms – and with only a little objection from her end.
> Curled into your arms, she settles on being belly-up – something about “enjoying the feel of it inside”
> Oh, that and, not getting any more of the combined juices on you; despite looking and smelling like you’ve taken a shower from the waist down in sexual fluid.
> Securing her in your arms a bit more, you step out onto the deserted street.
> “H-hey… d-do you have like a rape fetish? Or something?”
> Though she may be buried into your chest, obscuring her face with her mane, you can still feel the heat of her blush.
“Uh… to be fair, you could’ve just asked.”
> Seriously, you KNOW she must’ve felt just how pent up you were.
> “S-sorry… I’m j-just glad you enjoyed… 
> … can’t bear to think of what they’d do if… “
> She continues to mutter a bit and generally seem worried as you carry her down the street. With a smile and a kiss you silence her.
> Relaxing a bit – though after asking if anyone could see her – she nuzzles into you.
> And so, in a contented silence, you continue forward. 
> As you approach the entrance to the apartment complex, it dawns on you.
“Hey, uh, Blaze, I don’t know where you live and my apartment’s just up here –“
> At this, she looks up from your chest and gives you a surprisingly sheepish grin for such a seemingly cocky mare.
> “M-Mind if crash for the night?”
“Go ahead.”
> Smiling, she nuzzles herself back into your chest and continues to breathe deeply.
> Entering into your economy apartment, you gently shut the door behind you; she might not be sleeping, but she looks peaceful like this.
> Stepping into your room, you gingerly lay her onto your bed.
> Despite your best efforts, the abrupt change causes her to open her eyes.
> “Hey, you alright?”
“Yeah, was just gonna take a shower before heading to bed.”
> As she leans up, you notice a slight glint in her eyes.
> “Don’t bother with that. Come here, loverboy.”
> She punctuates this by patting a spot on the bed next to her.
> With a grin and a shake of your head, you shed most of your clothing and curl up in the bed.
> It’s big enough that it can hold the both of you – but only if you curl up next to one another. At this distance you can feel her breath on your face.
> “And facing me, too? Trying to be romantic even though I raped you? You’re a REAL strange colt, stranger than I thought, you know that?
> Glad it was you I ran into then...”
> As she begins to drape a wing over you, she notices something.
> “Won’t be needing these around me, sweetheart.”
> Using her dexterous wing, she slips it into the waistband of your boxers and promptly slides them off of your legs.
> With a chuckle, you wrap an arm around her and pull her in closer.

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