JazzTeeth-Unnamed (sequel to last one)

>A few nights have passed since you've added moth ponies to your equestrian bestiary.
>No more accosting of your porch light has occured because you've kept the thing off. But sleep has not been peaceful.
>For reals, you need to know if spider ponies exist. You've thrown yourself at research, but despite the attendance of a certain royal piece of purple autism, Equestrian literature does a terrible job of seperating what is real and what's myth.
>According to one book there exists bee ponies, double eagles, and electro-spries, but absolutely insists that moth ponies do not exist. No wonder reading is for losers.
>You need to get to the bottom of this. You need to get some first-hand primary sources.
>Tonight the porch light will be turned on.
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>Time ticks by and the sun begins to set down. What time to moth ponies wake up anyhow? Come to think of it, why haven't you seen any moth houses?
>Actually...you have no idea what moths even live in. You assume in tree barks or piles of foliage and other semi-composted organics.
>You look out the window to see if any regular moths have begun their nightly congregation. A few have taken position around the all-holy light bulb in solemn reverence.
>The bait is working. Just have to give it time.
>Yup. Time. To sit and think. About what terrible things exist on this planet. Like giant spiders.
>From somewhere far away you hear a faint "Yaaaaaaayyy!" that slowly turns into a louder
"YaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!"
>which ends as a thump and scrambling of wings against the front of your house. Certainly didn't take too long.
>You jump over the door's threshold in your search for peace of mind. There's the huge moth horse girl, giggling quietly to herself and twirling her hoof through her rust colored hair. You are a complete non-entity to her until you speak up. You turn off the light.
>"Hi Mi-Mi." She twitches. Surprised, but her memories are still fresh from last time. She rebounds and waves in short order.
"Ooooohh, hi guy."
>She bites her lip. She motions to the light like the two of them were having an important conversation.
"Just give me thirty seconds, okay? Then you can turn it off and I'll leave, I promise."
>You lean against your doorframe. "I'll give you two minutes-" She squeals like she won a scratch-off ticket, "if you answer a few very important questions for me."
>Her antennae wobble as she nods and her blue eyes twinkle.
"Definitely. Ask away!"
>"Uh. Can you land for a second? You're making me dizzy." She looks down and sticks her hind leg towards the ground like she's testing water.
"Sure. Sure. Lemme just..."
>She eases herself onto the wood floor and tentatively grazes her hoof along it before landing. Her wide wings fold along her sides. She fidgets as though it takes more effort to stay still than defy gravity.
>"Okay. So you know there are earth ponies, unicorns, pegasus, and bat whatevers, right?" She tilts her head because she thinks that's a silly question.
"Yes?"
>"Okay, are there any more?"
"Well, my cousing married a bee pony last year..."
>Ah hell, bee ponies! "How much honey do they make? Do the bears get proportionally bigger to steal it?"
"Huh?"
>"Never mind, never mind." You take a deep breath. Time for the moment of truth. "Are there spider ponies." She looks upwards and into her brain, rummaging through messy files. Her hooves start to pull her around in cirlces, stepping lightly and quickly like a four-legged tap-dancer.
"I don't think so?"
>You let out some air pressure in relief. "Oh thank God."
"At least I'm pretty sure there's not..."
>She looks mildly worried. Her wings twitch and she crawls up the wall absentmindedly.
"I've never seen one."
>You look at the ceiling where she's tapping her chin. "Good enough for me. Thank you." You turn the light back on. "Two minutes."
>Her and a small army of nocturnal flying things amass on the source of lumination.
"You are...my...best...friend..."
>"Are you talking to me or the bulb?"
"Bestest...."
>"One forty-five now..." Mi-Mi is somewhere very far away where everything is perfect. For a moment you envy her. The last time you looked that enraptured was when you were four years old and playing with that metal spring doorstopper that went TWHONG-G-G-g-g-g-g- every time you flickedi t.
>Two minutes pass.
>You turn the light off. Self-awareness returns to all insect things present and they disperse quietly and in mutual embarassment. Mi-Mi sighs and lowers herself as her wing speed slows just enough to keep her afloat.
"I needed that."
>This wouldn't cause her brain damage, would it? You ask as much.
"I never heard of it." Her rear bumped into a post. "Ow."
>You don't think she has much to worry about. She straightens up.
"Hey. So why'd you want to know about spider ponies anyway?"
>"Because if something that big, scraggly, fanged, and" you shuddered "incredibly peppy and sociable exists anywhere near me I would kill myself because I don't want to share dimensions with it." She frowns.
"Spiders give you the spookies?"
>"All the spookies in all the world."
"Is it the legs?"
>"It's the legs."
"And all the beady eyes?"
>"And the beadies eyes?"
"And the crazy twitching sharp teeth?"
>"Especially the sharp teeth." She giggles and hops while hovering around you.
"Oh, well I don't have any of those things. None of my teeth are even sharp."
>She opens her mouth to illustrate. And opens...and opens...
>Her mouth does not stop opening. Her lower jaw splits apart to show a slick, dark interior. You hear her mandibles slide out to their full with like an orange being pulled apart.
>A long purple tongue curls out from the black maw at the back of her throat. It waves at you.
"Aaah!"
>She giggles.
>"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" goes your own mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" goes hers.
>Her maw spreads even wider in panic. Your brain breaks at the nightmarish impossibility. Her wings fan out, showing an angry red face set amongst black markings. The devil has come for you.
>You don't remember moving your legs. You don't remember slamming the door shut. You don't remember breaking down crying once you got inside.
>On the other side of the door her jaw snapped shut and quivered up and down like a child who knew they did something wrong, but can't figure out what for the sake of the world.
>You hear a knock at the door.
"Are you okay in there, guy?"
>"Please go away." Oh god, she's going to drink your blood. All of it. And your soul.
"Did I scare you? It was my wing markings wasn't it? They're a little brighter than some, but I don't flash them unless I'm scared."
>She's scared? SHE'S SCARED? You laugh desperately on the other side of the door. "Yeah yeah, everyone's scared. Total haunted house we're running over here, hahahahaha." You hear her crawl up and down your door nervously.
"Was it my teeth? Is something in them?"
>You can hear flesh pulling itself apart as she picks around her mouth. You shudder.
>"Just leave and don't try to eat me, please. I don't taste good. I have a blood disorder. All of them. I'm a real nasty piece of work." She stops crawling outside.
"What kind of crazy are you talking?"
>"Your a vampire pony, right?"
"Uh, no."
>"You don't drink blood?"
"Double no. Are you really freaked out over my MOUTH?"
>"Yes." Her wings click.
"Um. Yes. I'm a vampire. You figured me out. I suck ponies dry unless they turn the porch light on."
>"I'm not doing that. Then you'll just hang outside all night."
"Look out the window."
>You pull back the curtain.
>She's pressed her mouth against the glass. Her purple proboscis is tracing saliva in wide, blood-curdling circles. You jump back an appropriately ludicrous distance. You hear her laugh.
"Turn the light back on or I'm doing that to all of your windows."
>Oh great, now she's going to claim your house as part of her vampiric territory or something.
"If you do that Mi-Mi then I'm going to find your resting place and cover it with garlic."
"Ew no, I hate garlic!"
>"Exactly!"
"So...you're not going to turn the light on?"
>"NO!"
"Aw..."
>You hear her tap her hoof against the bulb casing. She huffs in defeat.
"Uuuugh, I have stuff to do tonight. What time is it?"
>"About nine sixteen."
"Oh, I'm going to be late."
>You hear her jump in the air and buzz off. She buzzes back and knocks on your door.
>"What?"
"Er. Beware! I will return and make you pay for your....oh what's the word...um...um...disrespect! That's it. Did that sound scary?"
>"Not really."
>You hear her open her jaw.
>"Aaahhh!" You hear it close.
"Okay, I'll see you later, g'night!"
>She flaps off.
>You sleep in the basement, praying for daylight.