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- >You're trying to sleep and failing spectacularly.
- >Something is going all a bump-bump-thump on your porch.
- >Probably a dragon or one of fluttershy's wayward strays chewing on some of the chairs you have out there.
- >You are not going to deal with that right now.
- Thump Thump.
- >Cover your head with a pillow.
- Bump Thump Thud.
- >Fine. Fine fine fine. You throw back your covers, slip on some shoes, leave your room, close the door, open the door, put on pants, and head out the room again.
- >Your front room is filled with what little gentle glow that comes from your porchlight.
- >Shadows play across the wall and carpet. Yup. Definitely some kind of animal getting its jollies out there.
- >It's pretty...fluttery and...
- >You grab a bat and pull the curtain back with two fingers very slowly.
- >You see something outside.
- >And...and that is a new thing that you are seeing. You groan because you don't want to deal with this sort of thing at one in the A.M.
- Thump Thump Scuttle
- >Enough is enough. You ease the front door open with as much quiet as it could manage.
- >The porchlight dances around like a candlelight.
- >A big fuzzy bug pony is skittering around it in middair. It's not a pegasus. They normally don't have a downy tuft around their chests. Or antennae.
- >Or big fuzzy butterfly wings.
- >Uh.
- >What in god's name are you looking at?
- >The thing flits around the light like it's sending messages from beyond the grave. It's like some kind of drug based on the electromagnetic spectrum. You notice that a small swarm of bugs are hovering on the edge of the porch like a group of suitors waiting for the next dance.
- >They must be scared of this big...whatever it is.
- >Your hand reaches for the switch on the inside wall.
- >You flick the light off.
- >The flying thing fumbles down onto its back. Its legs kick helplessly in the air.
- "Oh. Oh."
- >Bright blue eyes practically glow in the dark. She squeezes them shut and rubs them quickly with her forelegs like a cat.
- "Ah. So...Oh."
- >She tries to smile. Her luminous eyes dart quickly to the porchlight. She fidgets in the same way you do when caught looking at dirty pictures.
- "I like your house? And your porch?"
- >Her voice is high pitched, but with a slight rasp. Like someone talking with a throat full of fuzz. She's wrestling a big bear made of embarrasment.
- "I promise I don't do this often. Or I don't get caught often."
- >She presses her chin into her tuft. Her antannae curl forward like she's trying to hide her face.
- >This is the seventh weird thing you've ran into today.
- >"What exactly are you?" Her antennae pop up like feathers blown in the wind.
- "Me? I'm a moth pony."
- >"Oh god, how many of you things are there?" She fluttered backwards.
- "I'm sorry?"
- >"Never mind. Thinking out loud. Alright. Talking bugs, neato." You take a deep breath. "Fantastic."
- "I'm not a bug..."
- >She frowned. She inched vaguely closer to the heavenly light bulb.
- >"Do you do this every night?" Her wings chippered and flicked. Her eyes were half-lidded in oncoming bliss.
- "Not...every night...it was just so..."
- >She sighed dreamily.
- "Lovely looking...."
- >You turn the light off. She yelped in shock.
- "Oh no!"
- >She grasped the lifeless light fixture between her forehooves. Civility reasserted itself in short-order and she hovered backwards.
- "No. I mean. Of course I don't have a habit of this. That would be..."
- >All of her limbs exploded outward and her voice piped like a rubber duck.
- "HOW CAN YOU JUST TURN IT OFF! HOW CAN YOU NOT JUST LOOK IT ALL THE TIME!"
- >"I like my retinas to work."
- >She eased back.
- "Sorry. Sorry. Reflex." She took a deep breath. "Bad first impressions. Please don't think I sneak onto other people's property every night. I have an actual job and a life and...and...you don't believe me, do you?"
- >"I don't think you believe yourself." Her antennae flop down again.
- "I have errands to do tonight..."
- >"You should probably go do them, yeah?" She nodded helplessly.
- "Yeah."
- >She looked at the dark bulb sullenly.
- "I'll just be on my way then...."
- >She hovered off your porch.
- "See you around or something?"
- >She waved hopefully at you. You realize she may be saying goodbye to the porchlight.
- >"Just might, just might."
- "Nice. Erm. Meeting you."
- >She's halfway across your front lawn. She wriggles her tail.
- "Oh, my name is Mimas. Or Mi-Mi. Or Mi. But no one's ever called me Mi. Except me."
- >It's like watching cold syrup drip out the bottle.
- >You tell her your name.
- "Okay. Okay. Take care then."
- >"Good night, Mi-Mi."
- >She waved again more quickly, more desperately. She fluttered away. You could tell she looked back several times because her blue eyes flashed in the dark.
- >You step back in your home. Back to bed. Sleep. You need sleep. Sleep. You will consider the impotance of moth ponies another day.
- >Sleep.
- >Close your eyes. Wait a sec.
- >If there are moth ponies...
- >Then there could be other insect ponies.
- >Like spider ponies.
- >Eyes open.
- >You worry they'll never close again.
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