> [C] Exotic Tastes
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> Exotic Tastes
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Exotic Tastes
By Scribe Feather

For the longest time, Earth and Equestria remained separate. Their inhabitants lived out their lives completely unaware of the other.  On earth, there lived the humans, a tool crafting race who dominated their world with their high intellect and superior tool manipulating thumbs. In Equestria, there lived unicorns, pegasi and earth ponies, all which lived under the banner of the two Royal Sisters.

As technology of human scientists grew on Earth, so did the wisdom and knowledge of the Equestrian unicorns. As if by fate, the two completely separate worlds developed world bridging technologies that would act as links between the world of humans and the world of ponies. They developed these devices in their quests for knowledge and need of exploration. The history books document this era as the Time of the Two Worlds, the moment in history where world bridging technology was perfected and utilized.

After the first generations of explorers and scholars, the two very different worlds became connected to one another. As the two groups learned more and more about each other, they began signing agreements of diplomacy and trade. Among these many mutual agreements, a culture exchange program was founded to better relations between the two societies.

These cultural exchange programs continued the two race's pursuit for knowledge and satisfied their natural curiosity. The more they learned about one another, the better they understood each other, and this perfected their trading agreements.

During this program, both sides would send over representatives to discuss politics and assist any way they could in the economy or social security. Among the human's culture exchange representatives was Matt Williams.

Matt Williams was a modest man with a modest, brownish blonde hair cut. He took the job to learn more about the curious ponies. He was always fascinated with the unique economy that these ponies developed on their world. Completely detached from human influence, this society developed it's own laboring system that was proven to be efficient and effective.

Matt had spent most of his time in Equestria's capital city, Canterlot. His skills were the most useful at this national trade post and he was always welcomed by the two Royal Sisters.

Today was most notably marked by the honor of having dinner with the two sisters. They wanted to personally show their appreciation for the wonders and knowledge that the two races had exchanged over the years and Matt was happy to oblige. It was one of the highest honors a human could have in Equestria and Matt was kind and courteous to the royal ponies. He even made sure to wear his nicest suit. He always looked his best in classy black.


It was rather late after the feast had ended, making Matt walk to his hotel. He never did mind a walk around Canterlot, especially during the night when he could truly appreciate the architecture and infrastructure of the pony city.

The city streets were quiet, almost still at this time of night. You'd be lucky to see a passing pony walking down the streets at this hour, most of them at home sleeping or at bars drinking.

Matt was seen as more of an oddity to the colorful ponies of Equestria. Ponies didn't run or panic, they just looked twice at the bipedal creature that occasionally strolled the streets. The Royal Sisters kept him in good hands, ensuring his safety here in their kingdom.

Matt would often find himself in dazes like this in his walks home. He would spend most of his time daydreaming or taking in the architecture. The buildings here were of great contrast compared to the buildings of Earth. The accommodation of magical unicorns and flying pegasi were the main result of that.

He wasn't sure how, but Matt found himself in the red-light district, a part of town he usually avoided. This part of town was found off the beaten path of the city's main roads.

The bright lights of central Canterlot transformed into bleak lit streets and tall shadows. The lively nightlife atmosphere was replaced with uncomfortable background noise of buzzing street lamps and ever so distant conversation.

Matt tensed up after each city block he passed, looking up and down the alleyways for a way out. He looked at his surroundings for some kind of familiar landmark, some sign of friendly territory.

"You seem lost," a seductive voice called out.

The human quickly turned to see a white bat pony leaning against a door frame, holding a strawberry in one hoof. The pony had a sexual aura to her and dressed to reflect this. Enticing lace stockings, a black saddle made for fashion rather than function, and a bright red mane that would catch anyone's attention.

The bat pony's tongue danced around the strawberry, caressing the fruit as she seductively stared at the human. 

Matt was struck by the bat pony's exotic beauty. With merely a glance he was caught under her hypnotic looks and dazzling allure. He had a dumbfounded look on his face as he watched the bat pony's tongue dance around the juicy strawberry in an impromptu dance.

"M-my name's Matt," the human finally forced out, shaking his head so he didn't look stupid to the bat pony.

The bat pony gave him a confident smirk, pausing her playful tongue game to answer. "Midnight," she answered back, smiling a fanged smile to the human, "Midnight Rose."

Matt was caught by the pony's stare. Desire bubbled deep inside of him as feelings stirred inside his mind. His gut felt what he could only describe as love for this beautiful bat pony.

Midnight Rose knew that look right away.  She'd seen it many times before. Stallions would always try to please her with gifts and flowers. Mere tokens, in their eyes, compared to her lavish and lush looks. But unlike those numerous times in the past, she felt herself return the look. Just for a second, the professional streetwalker was lost in the human's eyes.

She finally took a healthy bite of the strawberry, licking her lips. Not a drop of the juicy fruit met with her white coat, leaving it pristine and smooth.

"A-a-are you doing anything tonight?" Matt felt the words slip through his mouth like melted butter. His legs wiggled under him, momentarily forgetting their jobs to hold his body upright as he hung on the pony's every word.

The mare smirked, poised on the outside, but absolutely giddy like a schoolgirl on the inside. So many times in the past she kept up the act. Confidence and elegance was one of her most prized attributes, making stallions drool over her looks even before she got them in bed. They were always so generous in their tips as well, thanking her endlessly for a lovely night.

The giddiness was new for the bat pony, almost unfamiliar. She felt a flutter in her heart of trying something new, unsure what was going to happen, which was very new to her. She looked at the human with a confident gaze, but she gulped down excited pleas to drag him into bed for a night of romance.

Midnight's silence pause made the unsure human panic in the back of his mind. Just for a moment, his imagination conjured up a worst case scenario where she would not only reject his offer, but call the police or something. Just for that moment, his eyes widened in panic. Why did he ask her? It was too early!

"My night's free," the pony finally said with a seductive smirk. A deep longing bubbled inside of her as she looked to Matt to continue.

"W-would you like to...Come back to my place?"

Midnight took another pause, this time out of theatrical timing. She looked at the human's eyes and his eyes stared right back to her. A sense of loneliness could be felt between the two of them. "I would like that."

The pony broke free of the door frame and finally walked down to meet Matt up close. Matt was struck by her beauty and could smell a tantalizing waft of berries on her.

Now that he was no longer distracted and now had a guide who was familiar with the back streets of Canterlot, Matt was able to navigate out of the red-light district safely. A few right turns, a couple left turns and the two eventually found themselves in familiar streets. Matt recognized a few street names right away and was able to find his hotel with little to no problem.

For the past two months, Matt had stayed at the Arpeggio Hotel, a simple two star hotel off of the main streets of Canterlot. The lobby of the hotel was quiet at this time of night, the receptionist had already called it a night.

Matt's living arrangements were quaint to say the least. Culture exchanges didn't exactly have the highest of budgets. The single bed hotel room simply had the essentials to give the human a place to sleep and a place for his bags. To keep relations good between the two worlds, the room was kept neat and tidy.

"What a lovely room," Midnight repeated a line she often opened up with.

The hotel room was certainly a step above her client's usual set up. Shady hotel rooms of the cheaper price ranges were a favorite of her clients. Ponies who simply wanted to indulge in her forbidden fruit for just a night. Low profile, but romance all the same. She was lucky if the rooms even had a bed in it. 

Midnight was quick to seat herself on the bed, a rather forward move for the human, but her experience allowed her to take such a direct step towards the goal they both wanted. She wasted less time on topics or actions that would normally be danced around and instead cut right to the chase, moving things along quicker.

Matt gulped deeply, feeling a special kind of heat grow inside of his chest as he watched the pony seat herself. "H-How 'bout some wine? Would you like some wine?" He didn't wait for her to answer, quickly darting over to a small mini bar that hugged the left wall. A few bottles of the finest Earthen wine he could afford waited with two glasses next to them. He'd finally be able to open one after so many trips to Equestria and not doing so.

He could never figure out why, but he always felt the need to pack away a bottle or two of bottles of wine he never opened. Maybe part of him, deep down inside, longed for a night much like this, where he'd be able to share a glass with a beautiful pony.

The human was a hopeless romantic when his idle mind had time to dwell on the subject. During the day he was much too busy with work and travel and the usual stresses that came with everyday life. But at night, less things were there to distract him, allowing more thought into abstract concepts like love and fantasy.

Midnight calmly followed the human's movements as he proceeded to open up a bottle of the Earthen wine and pour it into two glasses. His body language was tense and nervous, but not malicious. The experienced pony could always tell the difference between an act and the real thing. This human was new to this sort of thing, much like how she was new to humans.

Despite little exposure to the race, Midnight noticed that the human shared the same body signals as ponies did. He sputtered with his words when nervous, moved slow and deliberate when confident, and even had the same sense of social skills, laughing off embarrassing moments in the conversation.

Matt returned to the bed with two crystal glasses of wine. He gently handed the bat pony a glass and he was relieved to see her accept. After another brief moment of hesitation, and a little fit of anxiety, Matt sat himself next to her.

Midnight's confidence, whether it was real or an elaborate act put on by an seasoned street walker, was rather daunting to the human.

The bat pony took a gentle sip of her wine and broke the silence, "so we usually don't see your kind around here. What are you doing in Canterlot?"

Matt took a single, large gulp of his wine in hopes to ease the tense nerves that piled high inside his body. He did his best to calm himself despite being mere inches away from the lavish pony. "I-it's for a culture exchange p-program..." He took another gulp of his wine. He felt a little better now, more comfortable around the pony. "I-I help negotiations with tr-trading and learn about their economy."

Midnight lowered a hoof down to the human's upper thigh, giving it a couple strokes. The human's body tensed, but he didn't pull away. He still appeared nervous, unsure whether he should go through with this as his mind swam with conflicting opinions.

"We don't have to if you don't want to. The wine is enough."

"No no! It's not that. It's just...I'm just a little...Nervous," Matt responded, threading a hand through his brownish blonde hair.

"Have you never had a mare as beautiful as me in your bed before?"

"I've...Never had a mare at all before..."

"I must be honest with you," Midnight started, taking a sip of her wine to ease the butterflies in her stomach. "I've...Never done it with a human-"

Midnight was cut short by a deep kiss. Her eyes shot open to see the human kissing her with his eyes closed. But she didn't break away. Not seconds into the kiss and she was hooked, feeling a flush of heat fill her cheeks.

Having something like this was rather strange for the experienced pony. She was always the one to break the ice with the first kiss. Her clients were always so shy, unsure about her boundaries or whether or not she'd reject them. As much of an act stallions would hold up on the streets, the romantic ones would become reserved in bed.

Matt finally opened his eyes to see the pony's expression. She seemed shocked, almost put off by his kiss. He quickly broke the kiss, bashfully looking down at the floor in front of the two.

"S-sorry," he said with a defeated sigh. "That was too much too fast I guess..." Immediately Matt kicked himself for making such a rash move. 

There was a still pause between the two. A single minute went by like an hour as Matt silently scolded himself for kissing her. He was stupid for letting his body take the driver's seat on this one.

Midnight simply returned the favor, closing her eyes and kissing the human with hopeless, romantic abandonment. Matt reacted in much the same way as Midnight did to his kiss.

This time, neither of them broke the kiss. Their bodies reacted quickly, warming up with attraction as their two bodies became accustomed to one another. For even just a second, they connected with one another, melting into each other with a fluttering flurry of feelings mixing inside of each other.

Matt passed the point of no return now, falling in love with this bat pony. He scooted closer to the pony, feeling her heat envelope his body. Their bodies moved close to one another, kissing becoming more passionate.

Hooves and hands danced around the other's body, delicately teasing each arousing soft spot on their bodies. Midnight felt delicate hands tease her spine as they danced up and down her back, causing shivers to flutter through her body. Matt could feel a teasing hoof rubbing the inside of his thigh.

As the kissing progressed, so did the steady undressing. Matt slowly unclipped Midnight's black saddle around the same time Midnight pulled off his shirt. His pants were gently unbuckled and slipped down to his ankles with an experienced hoof, exposing a bulging pair of blue boxers that seemed to invite the bat pony further.

Matt moaned softly between kisses, sensually kissing the pony's neck and shoulder as she slowly undressed him. His heart pumped fast and his member stiffened. He felt warm to the touch, generating enough heat to keep two bodies warm during a winter's night. He shivered at Midnight's touch, wanting more and more as the love making progressed. Before he knew it, his stiff cock was free of clothing, standing up straight in it's full length. He returned the favor and started threading the bat pony's hooves out of her lacy, black stockings.

Hoof by hoof, the seductive, black lace was pulled down Midnight's legs as the two passionately kissed. Midnight allowed him to continue, feeling right about what was happening. She moaned between kisses as well, rubbing one of Matt's butt cheeks with a free hoof.

"Mph, I want to make you feel good," Matt murmured quietly as they undressed each other.

Clothing was flung into a careless pile against a wall of the hotel room. The pair was much too distracted by each other to care whether their clothes mixed or folded.

Now both of them were naked, which meant much more to Matt then Midnight. His aroused mind reminded him of all the naked ponies he would casually walk past during his stay here. Something completely unheard of in his world seemed to be something that every pony just tolerated. No pony found it strange to walk around without clothes and then dress up for special occasions. This casual nudity just fueled the human's sex drive, pulling him deeper toward the kissing bat pony.

During their flurry of sensual kisses and body rubs, the two moved down onto the bed. Matt twisted his body around into a 69 position, lustfully eyeing Midnight's moist sex. He could feel drops of precum leak from his stiff erection in anticipation.

Midnight felt her body shudder in arousal, her own sex becoming slick with juices. Her wings spread out under her. Her body was ready and knew what it wanted, her mind just needed a moment or two to catch up.

There was little thinking for the human, now letting his body take control of the situation. The kissing and rubbing felt right and his erection seemed to like every second of their lovemaking. His cock now stiffened to it's full length, sprouting from between his legs as Midnight hungrily watched it throb.

Slowly Matt lowered himself onto Midnight, their eyes examining each other's genitals with lustful looks. His cock started to tense up as he felt Midnight's heavy breathing brush against it, making the human twitch and gasp.

Matt was the one to take the lead. He took a tentative lick of the pony's slick sex. Midnight gasped at his touch, moaning in response. His tongue gave her nether lips another lick and then another.

The white pony gasped and moaned as Matt dug his face into her moist nether regions. She followed suit and gave the stiff cock in front of her a few licks. Each lick caused Matt's body to twitch, more precum dribbling from it's head.

Lifting her flushed face upwards, Midnight took in the stiff member into her mouth. Her tongue flicked around the organ as she sucked up each tasty drop of precum that she could get. Matt could barely stand such pleasure. The more she sucked on his cock, the fiercer Matt licked her dribbling sex.

Midnight gripped the bed sheets under her, the feeling of Matt licking her was so wonderful. Her body shuddered with each sexy lick, bobbing her head up and down against Matt's stiff cock. Her hyper sensitive body relished in every bump and vein of Matt's member as it slid in and out of her muzzle.

Sweat developed on Matt's brow as his breathing became shallow and rapid. All his energy committed to thrusting into the pony and licking her clean. Every thread of his being begged for more, the act tapping into one of his most primitive desires.

Moans slipped through Midnight's muzzle as her body vibrated with waves of pleasure. Matt joined in with moaning of his own. Their two bodies flared up in heat as they became lost in the moment. They were overcome with a special kind of pleasure that only came from fulfilling sex.

"W-wait!" Midnight panted as she forced out these words. "I want you inside me!"

Matt nodded and pulled himself off of the pony's dripping sex. His face still had a couple droplets of her juices on it.

Midnight scrambled quickly to get into position. She twisted her body around, exposing her sensual hips and inviting tail hole. Her red tail raised up to make way for Matt's stiff cock.

Matt wasted no time and slowly slipped his spit covered cock into the pony's rump. Both of them moaned and shuddered as he slipped deeper and deeper into the pony. Inch by inch, Matt worked his cock into Midnight. 

As he worked his way into her, Midnight used a free hoof to tease her own sex. She did her best to keep in time with Matt's build up, wanting to finish the same time he did.

Matt pumped away and soon could feel himself drawing to the edge of a wonderful orgasm. "Mmf! I'm so close, my sweet!"

"D-do it! Finish me off!" Midnight was caught up in the moment as much as Matt was. Her years of experience meant nothing now. Everything felt so new to her.

With one final thrust, Matt pushed himself deep into Midnight's rump. That final thrust seemed to be just the thing Midnight's sex crazed body was waiting for. As Matt's cock twitched and his body spasmed around it, Midnight's body shuddered with an earth shattering orgasm, sending waves of intense pleasure flowing over her body. Midnight's dripping sex dribble it's juices onto the bed sheets underneath, creating a small pool. As Matt's cock spat out strings of sticky cum, the two were left panting.

He pulled himself off of Midnight and dragged his dazed body to her side in loving embrace. Still panting, Midnight pulled herself close to the human with a satisfied smile.

"Was it good for you?" Matt smirked at such a cheesy line, finding himself growing closer to the white bat pony.

"That was...Heavenly!" Midnight struggled to keep her words straight as she panted. She could see stars dancing above her, completely spent from the wonderful afterglow.

Matt curled up close to the grateful pony, "I really enjoy having you here," he whispered quietly.

Their two bodies cuddled up close to each other as they rode out their afterglows. Their bodies were tired and satisfied. Soon after they exchanged their sensually sweet nothings, the human and pony drifted off to sleep.

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Morning dawned before either of them realized it. The yellow sun shined brightly through the half blinded window, warming the bed up after such a cool night. Matt was the first to stir, his body felt refreshed, but still ached from a night of adventure. He turned to his left to see the slumbering white bat pony from the night before.

He sighed with relief, looking up at the ceiling. It wasn't a dream. Good.

Delicately, the human pulled himself up from the bed, taking great precautions to avoid shaking the pony's side of the bed and wake her. She continued to sleep away peacefully, a faint, sleepy smile hung on her face.

Matt looked at his watch and sighed, this time a defeated sigh. It was almost time...

He tried to nudge the pony awake, but got no response. The passed out pony barely stirred or reacted to his gentle nudging. She was out cold.

Maybe it was for the best. Matt hated saying goodbyes.

He felt guilty leaving her like this, so suddenly. The least he could do was leave a note to let her know that he didn't want this to be the last time they saw each other. But a note wouldn't be enough. He had to think of something romantic to show her that he cared, but it had to be something soon otherwise he'd miss his train.

With a heavy sigh, Matt gathered his things, got dressed, and made his way to the door. He'll think of something.

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Midnight stirred hours later, well into the afternoon. Bat ponies always had such a strange sleep schedule compared to the usual ponies. They were naturally night owls and could sleep through the full extend of Celestia's sun if they needed.

The white pony raised her head and blinked her tired eyes. Her mane was left untidy, pushed up to one side after such a deep slumber. She rubbed her eyes and regained her bearings. Memories of last night's fun came rushing back to her waking mind, bringing a big smile to her face. She reveled in the flashes of memories and the wonderful shivers of pleasure they brought to her.

After a brief pause to allow her mind to catch up, Midnight turned to look at Matt with a happy smile. Only, that smile disappeared quickly into a confused frown. The human's half of the bed was empty with only a faint outline of his body left behind. She quickly looked around, having a small panic attack as she kicked off her blanket and hopped to her feet.

Her mind quickly ran through possible reasons why Matt wasn't there. Was he in the bathroom taking a shower? Maybe he left to get breakfast? Perhaps he was hiding somewhere?

Each possibility was shot down the moment her mind had time to process them. As she looked around, she noticed Matt's luggage was nowhere to be found. The clothing pile from last night was now neatly sorted and Midnight's clothing was folded into a neat pile. Matt's belongings were nowhere to be found.

"Matt?" She finally spoke, brushing a hoof through her mane. "Matt? Are you here?" Her cramped up limbs popped as the bat pony stretched each one. Another yawn left her muzzle as she took another look around the hotel room. Matt was nowhere to be found, completely disappeared like he never existed to begin with.

It wasn't until Midnight's second scan of the room until she spotted a lovely fruit basket sitting on her bedside end table. The fruit were delicately cut into wonderful designs of wedges and squares, arranged with a tasteful eye. Each fruit piece looked fresh and juicy. Midnight's stomach growled to remind her that she hadn't eaten for awhile.

Among the bouquet of sweet fruit, Midnight found a folded note with her name written on it's outside. In hopes to unravel the mystery, Midnight read it first.



My Dearest Midnight Rose,
I wanted to thank you in person for a wonderful night, but I have a schedule to keep. This morning I'm going back to 	
Earth and this just might be the last time we see each other. I wanted to tell you this in person, but you wouldn't 
wake. I'm so sorry I couldn't be there, but I hope this meager gift of fruit will help you forgive me.

I hope we can meet again some time.

With love,

Matt



Midnight let out a heavy sigh as she let the note drop from her hooves, fluttering down to the ground. That was it. He was gone. 

The bat pony dropped on her back onto the bed, still unmade from a night's rest. Suddenly the succulent fruit didn't seem appetizing to her. She lost her appetite.

She never felt this feeling swell inside her body before. A flutter in her chest that usually only lasted for a night of fornicating. He was gone.

The swelling turned into a twisting that was painful. But the pony didn't cry. She would tell you she couldn't. She instead slumped into a heavy sadness as thoughts and worries swarmed her mind. He was gone.