Fuck Bat Pones

>Waking up in a cold sweat; you can immediately tell that something is amiss.
>Someone; or something is watching you from the darkness.
>Rain taps against your window in a relentless beat that wills you to move.
>In an attempt to appear as though you are still asleep; you keep your breath rhythmic, deep, and slow.
>You gently lift a single eyelid to scan your room for any possible threats.
>Nothing seems amiss that you can make out from the vague outlines of your rooms furnishings in the dark.
>Dresser, night stand, mirror; everything is as it should be.
>Your room is it's usual spartan self.
>There isn't much occupying the space around your bed, but it's not your fault that you're broke.
>That apple mare treats you like cheap slave labor; there are no unions for the human workforce.
>Opening your eyes more fully, you take in the full extent of your room.
>And there; above you is what you were looking for.
>Three pairs of slightly luminescent eyes blink down at you.
>They seem to notice you noticing them, causing them to glance towards one another almost nervously.
>After several moments of silence; a slightly apprehensive female voice rings out through the quiet room.
>"H-hello there..."
>Fuck this.
>Launching up from your lying position; you grab the slippers at your bedside and hurl one up at the shadowy forms above, before hightailing it towards the door.
>Hearing a *pomf* behind you; you slam a palm to the light switch and bathe the room in revealing illumination.
>"Ow, what the hay was that for?!"
>The sight that greets you makes your blood run cold.
>He actually did it.

>That bastard Satan actually raped a pone, and from his vile seed grew the hellspawn you see before you.
>With the leathery wings of the lord of evil himself, dark colors in contrast to the usual pastel coats of normal pones, and visible fangs poking out from their lips; they blink and rub their catlike eyes from the harsh glow suddenly cast upon them.
"Holy fuck I'm going to die"
>The demon pone that fell to your bed from your righteous throw is rubbing a hoof along her head and glaring at you.
>"I wouldn't go that far, but I sure do want to give you a bop on the noggin for that!"
>Probably a bop packing all of the malevolent power of the underworld.
>No way you're sticking around for that.
>Loosing the other slipper in your hand with the force of a furry, bunny eared cannon; you flee from surely awaiting death into the hallway.
>"Darn it; stop throwing things at me!"
>Slamming the door closed behind you; you pant in wide eyed terror with your back to the abominations behind you.
>Through the thin wooden barrier that is the only thing standing between you, and eternal damnation; you hear them plotting your death.
>"A-are you alright?"
>"*sniff* Ooooh, he got me right in the nose..."
>Good; perhaps it will throw that thing off the scent of your delicious soul.
>"He certainly doesn't seem very nice..."
>A male voice speaks up for the first time; scratchy and awkward with apparent youth.
>"Uhm; do you think we maybe just scared him?"
>You have every right to be scared of something born of hellfire and sacrilege; set loose upon the world to claim the spirits of mortals.
>"I don't care if we did; there's no excuse for throwing things! I'm gonna go give him a piece of my mind!"

>Having heard quite enough; you sprint down the hallway towards your bathroom.
>Leaping inside just as your bedroom door opens; you close and lock the door to your temporary sanctuary.
>Not seconds go by before a banging is heard and felt through the locked door.
>"Hey! What's your problem, huh!?"
>The rash and boisterous voice calls out to you in anger.
>A calmer, more gentle voice follows with the lilting sweetness of a succubus.
>"I know we must have frightened you, but we're not going to hurt you; honest."
>For just an instant; you feel as though you can trust the words of this saccharine demon.
>"I might!"
>And then it's gone; drowned out once more by the fear of these unholy beasts.
>Glancing around the room quickly; you try to find some form of weapon to arm yourself with.
>Preferably something sharp, and or dipped in lethal poison.
>There is nothing of the sort, as you are in a bathroom.
>"M-maybe we should just leave him alone for now..."
>The young male demon is obviously trying to lull you into a false sense of security.
>It won't work.
>"Fine... But you'd better be ready with an apology when you come out of there!"
>You hear the clopping of hooves stepping away from the door as you begin frantically digging beneath the sink for something; anything you can use to defend yourself.
>All you come up with are a package of balloons that the party mare keeps in case of "Balloon Emergencies".
>Fuck.
>It'll have to do.
>Filling a few up with water; you make the sign of the cross above each to add extra damage against infernal type enemies, and endow them with power from on high.

>Finally having a sizable amount of ghetto rigged holy hand grenades; you mentally fortify yourself, unlock the door, and step back into the waiting darkness of your home.
>Only to come face to snout with the young male fiend as he floats before you.
>You are not prepared.
>"Hello... Listen; I just wa-ow..."
>Delivering a judo-chop to the top of his head that James Bond would be proud of; you stealth roll away as he drops to the floor.
>He looks up at you in confusion with tears in the corners of his eyes, as you quickly form a cross with your fore-arms and back away slowly.
"Jesus, I ask that you silence this slight against your will. I bind you, demon. To move would be to face the wrath of almighty God."
>Tilting his head while rubbing a hoof where you chopped it in divine fury; he nods slowly.
>"Oh... Alright then..."
"...I said silence."
>"S-sorry..."
>With a satisfied nod, you turn to continue on your way.
>Your room is emptied of the hellwpawn; your sanctification obviously working throughout the entire upper floor of your home.
>Making your way down your stairs, you keep one of the holy water balloons at the ready in case of another surprise attack.
>You cannot see them yet, but you can hear them.
>Their whispers emanating the dark will of their master from within your kitchen.
>"We really shouldn't be eating his food; he seems to have so little..."
>They what!?
>"Hey, as far as I see it; he owes me for being such a jerk."

>Glancing around the corner at them, your eyes widen in indignation when you see the short maned, rambunctious one, sinking her fangs that are surely meant for tearing the soul from the flesh into one of your apples; as the prettier of the two watches on in silent disapproval.
>Oh hell no.
"The power of Christ compels you!"
>Leaping into the room suddenly; you release one of your balloons with an aim guided true by The Maker.
>It sails through the air to explode against the floor between the two; splashing out and soaking them both in virtuous absolution.
>"..."
"..."
>"M-my mane..."
>A low growl escapes the throat of the one who was threatening you earlier, but otherwise there seems to be no effect...
>No bursting into holy fire; no melting into a puddle of concentrated sin; nothing.
"H-how can this be...? Why have you abandoned me!?"
>Sinking to your knees in shock; you lament the loss of hallowed power as the clearly more angry of the two demons floats over to deliver your judgement.
>Your end is nigh; the reaper stands before you to sift you as wheat.
>Looking up to the ceiling, you pray for forgiveness and redemption of your sins before facing down your end.
"Please. Though it may be fruitless to beg mercy of a demon; I ask that you make it quick. May God have mercy on my soul."
>As you stare into those glowing yellow eyes; she nods once to you before raising her hoof with all the fury of the hell that awaits.
>Bringing it down upon you; you flinch and gasp as it thunks against your head.
>...
"Ow."
>"Darn straight! What makes you think you can just go throwing things at innocent pones!?"
>"...To be fair; we did break into his house in the middle of the night."

>After an hour of peaceful discussion; you've come to learn that they are not the spawns of Satan; but Bat pones.
>The nocturnal counterparts to those that dwell in the sunlight.
>They snuck in during the night in an effort to avoid the rain, and eat your food in the case of the unruly, short tempered one.
>After coming to this realization; you have opened the warmth and hospitality of your home to them.
>If only for the sake of being a good Christian.
>I mean; they fucking broke into your house and raided your fridge.
>Seriously.
>Fuck Bat pones.













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