Papilone 1+2+3

>Lying on your back and staring at the starry night sky, a few shooting stars passing by and the moon and starts shining surprisingly bright in your little secret spot
>And music playing into your ears from a portable little cd player, your favorite artist just recently released a new album that you are enjoying greatly
>You pick up the cd case and hold it in front of your face, blocking your view of the night sky and replacing it by the mare on the cover, wearing a stage outfit that you could only describe as borderlining on being just super elegant lingerie rather than a costume to wear while performing, her two toned mane done in a mildly wild fashion to fit her outfit and the cover
>You wish you felt comfortable enough to wear such stuff instead of being a bit self conscious about it and as such never doing it at all
>You place it back down and focus on the many starts painting the sky into something beautiful as one song ends and the other starts
>You hum a little, singing along to the song inside your head, sometimes replacing some of the lyrics with words of your own that you feel like they fit, and just enjoy the feel of this quiet, relaxing moment you are having
>This is just pure relaxing bliss, the slight worry of being by yourself, in the woods, ears blocked with music, escaping your mind and making you less aware of your surroundings
>But nopony could blame you when the sky is this pretty
>You have not gone far from the town of Hollow Shades, a lovely place where you grew up as an orphan, to be in good enough darkness to be able to see the sky so clearly during the night
>You don’t really think much of the town, but there really is no better place for a bat pony to live in, in Equestria
>You should know, since you’ve been living here and there all your young life and all the way into adulthood, never really settling down anywhere
>Or even making many friends...
>Once again a song ends and the other one begins, but you skip that one for the next one
>You do like this new cd, but not all of the songs on it as much as others
>But maybe you should really head back home, you’re beginning to remember and be more and more aware on how you’re by yourself in the middle of some dark woods where anything could happen
>Though the close area around Hollow Shades is super safe, and you have not really gone too far from town
>And for some weird reason you feel like thinking about how you look, like you were some kind of a character in a story and the author did not come up with a good way to portray how you look so he just went fuck it
>what...what kind of a though is that?
>But it’s not like you do not worry about your appearance, for one you’re not sure if going with a page bob manecut was the most perfect option for you, especially since you kept it longer not too long ago, but at least it’s easy to manage and quite handy even
>You do like it, you’re just not sure if it’s the best for you and your silvery mane with cream color strips
>And when it comes to your body, it’s not its very light, very pastel kind of a pink color that worries you rather than the shape
>you’re not ugly, at least that is how you think, but you’re...not of a certain body type
>You’ve noticed a trend where more and more stallions like their butts rounder, hips wider and mares softer and softer, drooling after humongous fatty butts and such
>And here you are, more of a runway model mare
>Thin, sleek, elegant but also very much womanly rather than having the body of a young colt, but just not in any way super curvy or soft, or how the stallions put it, thicc braap-pig slam hog of a broodmare with foal pushing hips and an ass that lets you slam their beefy plum babyfactory pussies hardstyle
>you’ve heard many colorful terms during your life. Veeery many.
>Your cutie mark though, you have no idea what it means in its windy color
>Two swirlies and an arrow going up, yeah good luck figuring that one out
>Your tail you did not cut as short as your many though, but it’s also not too long either
>As you keep looking at the stars you think to yourself that you need to stop fussing over this stuff, pure and simple
>And maybe fuss over that other thing, that way bigger thing...oh, clouds, there goes the stars and the moon, luckily you are a bat pony so you can still see fine, instead of being absolutely blind like a...
>You’re not going to say it, it’s silly since bats can see pretty well in the dark
>you sigh and skip a few songs-
>Suddenly you roll over, fast enough for the headphones to come off of your head, just in time to avoid being impaled by a stick or a spear that came out of nowhere
>You stare at it in shock, slowly registering the rest of the scene
>There is somepony-no, some thing holding it, pulling it free from the ground while grunting
>You just barely manage to avoid being impaled by it as it’s thrust at you, the attacker stepping on your CD player and breaking it
>your heart is pounding fast and you are coming in terms with the reality of the situation as you take a few steps back and open up your wings and take flight, just in time as the creature lunges at you with the spear or sharp piece of wood and lets out an angry growl / shout as you quickly fly upwards to get away
>”YOU SHOULD NOT EXIST!”
>You can now see it’s a yak, by the quick glance you give it before flying out of there faster than you thought you could and in full panic mode
>A yak just tried to kill you! It was by pure chance that you managed to catch on to what was happening before it impaled your head! Why!?
>Before you know it you’ve blindly flown back to your home, locked the door and retreated under your bed, shaking, your throat sore from simply breathing so much and fast because you were flying so fast and your heart going a hundred miles per hour
>you are unsure how long you have been in hiding, going over the details of what happened in your head, remembering more and more details, and second guessing some as you realize you need to report this, to contact the local police ponies
>And it’s much safer there, even if a murderous yak with a spear in the middle of town would cause an uproar you still can’t help but to feel scared and paranoid as you exit and quickly go to the police building, mentally going over and over the parts that you don’t want to forget
>Attacked by a yak, male, looked weird, moved awkwardly like it was hurt, tried to kill you
>By the time you arrived to the police station you were an obvious mess, and after some time and calming down managed to tell what had happened
>After getting all the details down and talking with you over and over again they let you stay at the station for the day so you could sleep somewhere definitely safe, but sleep did not come easy even if it eventually happened
>Much did you know that this was only the beginning of uncovering a dark secret that had and didn’t have everything and anything to do with you


>You absentmindedly sip on a fruit smoothie, watching the usual ponies going on with their usual life
>It’s been a few days since your incident, and it has not been made to be public knowledge
>The ponies who function as the police / guards / law enforcement thought it’d help in catching the criminal if your attack was not made public knowledge
>You glance at the nearby table where a pony nods at you, one of the police ponies that’s been keeping an eye on you in case the one who tried to kill you came back
>”Are you still shaken up about it Papilone?”
>You look over at a pony who you probably could call a friend, a bat pony mare by the name of Silkura
>She got in to knowing what’s going on because she came to check up on you at the station, after seeing you fly there so shaken up
>She owns the small lingerie business next door, which she re-started some while ago, and before that she was even a maid, her story is a pretty interesting one
>But to sum it up, she had a business, it burned down, went thought hardship and then finally reopened her shop after some time, having worked as a live in maid while recovering and getting her bearings straight after all of it
>You’ve met the ponies she lived with, they’re an ok bunch
>You got to know Silkura by being a model to promote her products when you were looking for work
>And then just kept helping every now and then and a friendship was born, and the best one yet
>it’s not that you’re antisocial or anything, you just don’t have a great need to befriend anypony or surround yourself with acquaintances
>Which has not felt that great these few days and nights, you never really were that aware about being all alone until now
“Yeah, it’s so confusing and scary, I don’t know what to think of it”
>When it comes to the case, as long as you know, there’s not been any progress but they did say that one of their best, if not the best is taking the case over
>An older looking, fitting the stereotype of a law enforcement appearing bat stallion
>A shiver runs down your spine as you watch Silkura slurp up an earthworm like it was spaghetti from her bowl of said things
“How’s that all bugs diet working for you?”
>you shudder as she puts more of them in her mouth
>”Oh it’s been great, once you get used to it they’re really tasty, even if a bit icky looking. But the results speak for themselves”
>You hate to admit it but her coat is shinier than ever, and she’s in a pretty fit condition, in a way that would probably be pleasing to the eyes of a stallion
>”But I admit I miss the sweetness of fruits, bugs are more salty and meaty than fruits”
>If only that diet was not so gross even you might give it a try, not that you need it
>No really, she gave you a fried cricket to try and you vomited after a few bites
>You’re an all fruit bat and that seems to be working out for you
>Silkura then lowers her voice
>”Do you think it has anything to do with...you know, that thing?”
“I don’t really know, it could but...lately I am not even sure if I dreamed the whole thing or not”
>Said thing is something that has earned you some odd looks from the few ponies to whom you’ve told it, and out of your friends...well, only one friend so far really, you’ve only told it to Silkura, and most likely won’t tell it to future friends at all so ponies don’t think you’re weird
>It’s got to do with an experience you had when first returning to Hollow Shades
>You were an orphan until the day you decided to leave Hollow Shades because simply it did not look like anypony wanted you and after that you drifted from one place to the other, not really making friends or anything, but getting by all ok
>But as such, you never really felt any need to return back home, because it had never really been an home to you
>But after trying your luck in here and there, never really befriending anypony or settling down anywhere, mostly due to being very quiet and awkward and never making an attempt to connect with other ponies, you decided to head back since many bat ponies seem to like it here so there must be something good here right?
>Anyways, you came back with the little stuff you had on you, one luggage worth of items, and just near the entrance to Hollow Shades you found a hole
>A hole...in the air
>You got curious and went to get a closer look, and you got sucked into it before you knew what was happening, and sorta ended up back at where you started, but thins looked different, and there were more holes like that, which was causing a stir among the bat ponies
>In the process you were accidentally shoved into another hole, getting separated from your luggage, and now you were in a Hollow Shades, but it felt and looked...wrong somehow
>You quickly re-entered the hole you came from, but you did not end up where your luggage was left behind, but an alien looking Hollow Shades
>Those holes must have been some kind of magical portals, leading to different versions of Hollow Shades, possible parallel universes?
>That is what you thought to yourself, and panicked once you realized you want to go back to where you started at, but every new hole just lead somewhere that was not the world as you knew it
>At some point you ended up in a very weird scenery, where two creatures in the distance had a big magic battle of sorts, and a stray spell coming at your head knocked you out and send you flying towards a cluster of said holes in reality
>But once you came to, you were being treated at Hollow Shades, definitely your Hollow Shades, for head injury
>But, as you had not lived in Hollow Shades for a long time, you could not be sure if this was as you’d put it, your universe
>After which you had to stay extra days as the doctors made sure you did not hurt your head too hard
>But that feeling of uncertainty persisted for a long time, especially once you realized that your lifestyle had not left you with any contacts you could contact and find out for sure if you were where you were supposed to be and not some alternate universe
>but as days and nights went by you started to care about it less and less, and question yourself if it really happened in the first place rather than being some kind of a dream you had while being knocked out for whatever reason
>It is a strange reason, living in a town after many years, not really remembering much of it, and not being sure if the town always was like this, or if you are some kind of an interdimensional drifter accidentally stuck in where you don’t belong in originally
>But on the other hoof, everything you remember existing in Equestria exist in here, all the places have the same names, businesses are owned by the ponies you remember them belonging to and so on and as far as you know of history and what’s going on in Equestria as a whole, this is the exact same world you grew up in
>Honestly you had even forgotten all about it, until Silkura brought it up, but yeah you’d rather never share that anymore to anypony and sound like some crazy mare
>”Excuse me?”
>You look over at the undercover police pony, who is now being stared at by an angry looking unicorn in weird fashion accessories
>”I just said that an unicorn in Hollow Shades is an unusual sight?”
>The unicorn pony looks absolutely furious
>”DID YOU JUST ASSUME MY SPECIES?”
>The police pony looks visibly confused
>”CAN YOU NOT SEE MY WINGS?”
>The unicorn touches his fashion accessories that kinda look like wings you guess
>The police pony points at the horn on the unicorns head
>”You are a unicorn”
>The unicorn starts to angrily rave on about trans-species phobia and how he’s going to have his horn cut off and artificial fang implants put into his mouth, and how he indentifies as a bat pony and not an unicorn and should be addressed as such
>You and Silkura look at the scene as confused as the police pony while a bat pony with a toilet paper roll on his forehead, held in place with a rubber band, joins in, angrily shouting how ponies assume he’s a bat pony and not an unicorn what he is deep down...even if he’s a bat pony witha toilet paper roll stuck to his forehead
>The police pony looses it and escorts the two out of the restaurant, but not before telling you that you need to wait here since the pony in charge of the investigation is coming over to meet you
>Silkura sweatdrops
>”All kinds of ponies walking around in the modern day huh?”
>You just shake your head, you thought that this stuff only happened in bigger cities
>”Papilone”
>you look behind you and find the older detective stallion standing there
“Proper Hooves”
>he takes a seat and you once again look him over. No not like that though, he’s a happily married stallion and not your type to begin with
>He looks exactly like you’d imagine a private detective from a crime thriller novel to look like, and supposedly he is pretty good at his job
>everypony at the station spoke highly of him, and he just radiates seriousness and professionalism, an has never left a case unsolved
>And then you find him also studying you...hopefully not like that, since he is married and all
>”I still can’t believe that something what happened to you happened here in Hollow Shades, this is not a very criminally active place, never has been”
>Silkura nods
>”Yeah...though weren’t there some kind of a guild of thieves in here? You remember, the time when some kind of a secret hideout under the middle of town collapsed and all?”
>He chuckles
>“Yeah, though in my professional opinion it was just a bunch of goofballs managing to appear as a bigger thread than they really are. Instead of a guild I would call it roleplay from a few ponies bored of their night time jobs”
>You are very confused, and Detective Proper Hooves turns to look at you
>”Anyway, I just decided to triple check with you Papilone, are you sure that the attacker was a male yak?”
>You nod
“yes, although I can’t be too sure of every detail I am certain it was a male yak that tried to stab me with a spear”
>He lets out a sigh
>”Then this just got trickier, since we happen to have found two yaks camping near Hollow Shades, but none of them admits to anything after throughout questioning...so, I was wondering if you would feel up to coming to the station and taking a look at them to see if either of those two look familiar”
>You tense up a little
“Yeah”
>Proper Hooves notices this
>”Are you sure? I understand if it’s too much”
>You shake your head
“No, I want whomever tried to kill me caught as well, and to know why”
>Proper Hooves nods
>”Good, so do I, and you have nothing to worry, we even have a few guard ponies who are very skillful at the station, they are the ones who caught them”
>Silkura looks worried
>”But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to...”
>Proper Hooves looks at Silkura next
>”That is what somepony who would not want the truth to come out would say”
>Silkura suddenly looks very shocked, for a second before Proper Hooves lets out a little laugh
>”Relax, I’m just messing with you”
>Silkura looks shocked, then offended, then embarrassed, and you can’t help but to let out a little giggle which makes her blush more
>”C-come on Papilone...”
>but as such, the tense atmosphere around the table has been lifted, and soon enough you follow the police pony to the station while Silkura heads back to running her business


>”Yak thinks you ponies are stupid”
>The other Yak nods and Proper Hooves, the detective, rubs his temple
>”Are you completely sure that it was neither of these yaks Papilone?”
>You nod
“Neither of them sounds like the one who attacked me, these two sound more...yakkety”
>The two go on about agreeing that yaks best at yakketing
“And the yak that attacked me did not have horns at all”
>Both Yaks, somehow through all that yak hair, look at you weirdly
>”Yak with no horns?”
>Yak number two slams his yak hooves onto the table
>”Yaks always have horns!”
>Proper Hooves tells them to calm down while you continue talking
“And no helmet either”
>Both yaks scoff at this
>”Is pony sure it was a yak that attacked pony?”
>”No horns and no helmet sounds like no yak at all, or the worst yak ever, which makes no sense because yaks best at everything!”
>They bro-hoof and bro-headbutt
>”What if this yak simply did not wear a helmet and had removed his horns?”
>The yaks and the detective keep talking about that and how no yak would ever do that, while you start to think
>Now that you think about it, it could have been something else than a yak
>Maybe a pony dressed up as one or something completely different?
“What if it was not a yak?”
>All three quiet down and look at you
“What if it was a pony dressed up as a yak, or some other kind of a creature?”
>Proper Hooves does not seem to like that idea, based off of his expression
>”Let’s not jump to any conclusions, you might be remembering things wrong, and letting these two go this easy would be a bad call”
>”Like an eeee or keee?”
>Proper hooves look at one of the yaks who just said that
>”No, bad call, not bat call”
>”Oh, yak sorry”
>The corner of your mouth twitches upwards for just a little bit
“No, I can clearly remember there not being any kinds of horns, it was what I said at the very start on the very night it happened”
>Proper Hooves sighs
>”Yes...you did say so ever since day one”
>You really hope that this is just a bad night for the detective, you’re no police pony or even a fan of mystery crime novels, but that would have been the most logical thing to think
>And he’s supposed to be one of the best yet he did not think of it? Or maybe he wants to play it safe and not let any suspects out of the hook until he’s completely sure, yeah that does sound more like a professional detective move
>You blush a little, having doubted the pony that is supposed to solve this
>”I don’t think I’ll be needing you anymore in here Miss Papilone, you can go if you want to, I’ll still check a few things with these yaks”
>You excuse yourself and leave Proper Hooves to do his job in peace
>You pass by what you think are his wife and kid, the mare telling the young colt that his daddy needs to do job things, while said colt pouts and keeps stomping his hoof, insisting for his dad to come play with him right now
>Proper Hooves wife gives you a brief smile as she sees you looking at the beginning of a possible temper tantrum and you return the smile as you pass them and head on out
>They have stopped with having an officer keep an eye out on you, since nothing has been happening ever since the initial attack, but you’re told not to leave Hollow Shades before this case is solved
>But you feel rather safe to be amongst other ponies in the somewhat busy, somewhat small little bat pony town
>And right now your stomach reminds you that you need to buy some groceries by grumbling a little bit, making you let out a light giggle
>A few fruits and veggies, you might as well go and visit the area where small time farmer ponies and local fruit cultivators sell their harvest, it’s a nice, warm night and by this time of the night it should be not too busy, but still very much active
>But you should have watched where you were going instead of everything, as you bump into a caramel color pony
“Oof”
>”Whha?”
>The pony turns around and instantly looks nervous as he sees you, and you also frown a little, internally of course
>”Oh I am sorry, I must have been standing in the way, dear old me, so sorry pretty...N-not that I am hitting on you or anything, I mean you are an attractive pony and...”
>he looks like he’s in a loss of words and sweating a bit
“It’s ok, I know what you mean Caramel Carrot”
>The pony in question, a rather old, a bit unkept looking, semi-balding earth pony stallion is known as Caramel Carrot, a local carrot farmer who farms some carrots, a very small little business he runs all by himself
>He is known as a bit of a weird pony, shy and seems to always be nervous
>Though for some reason, around you it’s twice as bad and awkward
>Which you at first though was a crush, but thankfully that was resolved soon-ish and you found out that it was not so
>...you’re not being mean, but a relationship with said pony would be a no-go all together for many reasons, but mostly in you not ever seeing yourself to want this pony romantically
>”So out to buy something to eat Papilone? Oh but of course you would be, it’s the food area, I mean cart...area...stall...”
>he smiles awkwardly with a rather sad squee
>not sad as in he’s sad, but more like he’s...you feel bad at saying this, but pathetic
>“But you must be very busy and I also need to go and do a...well just go, so here, I am giving you these carrots”
>He quickly shoves a small bag of carrots into your hooves
>“They’re a new type of carrots, should be really juicy, oh do tell if they were good...or not, you can jut eat them, no need to worry about me, just enjoy the carrots!”
>He makes a quick exit and almost trots right into another pony, making a few of the regular business ponies share a laugh and give him some remarks
>You watch him walk away, and a thought hits you
>If you don’t find yourself a lot of friends, will that be you sometime in the far future?
>He’s got no close friends by the looks of it, but he’s not hated or anything and seems to like being by himself for the most time and taking care of his carrots, but randomly he tries to reach out and it’s awkward and uncomfortable for both parties usually
>Well, you got free carrots so you can make free carrot juice at least
>For some reason though...you can’t help but to feel an odd tingle of sympathy towards him, even if you don’t really care for him that much
>And talking of feeling, you always feel a bit on the edge around Proper Hooves, in a weird way you have never experienced before with any other pony
>But maybe sometimes ponies just feel whatever they feel
>Kind of like that one spot, for some reason anytime you pass by it you look at it you feel a shiver down your spine, it’s the oddest thing ever
>But enough musing, time to get this fruit and go home