Anon and the Batty Bat-pony: Chapter 3

Chapter 3
>You are Anon
>You’re in a dark cave. You don’t know where, when or why.
>It almost reminded you of getting drunk with your mates back home.
>Except you didn’t usually find predators with wings at the foot-end of your bed when you woke up.
>Except for that one time.
>(We don’t talk about that one time.)
>She snickered again as she crept ever so slowly towards you – At least you figured she was female, with those long eye-lashes and the inevitable high-pitched ‘keekekeke’ that apparently was a part of the whole snickering ordeal.
>And there she stood, towering above you. The ample, steady breath of hers mixed with your frantic heaving. This wasn’t bright and colorful like you remembered this world to be, at all.
>She started to crane her neck down, her head looming above you while the quartz filled eyes began to squint lightly at you.
>Three words that really shouldn’t surprise you – but did – came out from between her lips. You quickly managed to scout a pair of fangs while she spoke, rustling you forevermore.
‘What are you?’
>You blinked your eyes at her for a second or two – In your fantasy, you were about to be eaten raw by the predator and have your bones licked clean of any remains. Yet there she stood, asking about you.
>’Well, you see. I am a human’ you manage to blurt out with a tone soaked in nervousness.
>She mouthed the word beneath her breath a bunch of times, trying to replicate you. If you weren’t about to be eaten, you’d almost find it cute.
‘Huumun, Hoomans, Hoomi, Homooo, fagg- I’ve never heard of something like that before!’
>She said, snarling lightly, giving up on the peculiar word as she moved her head even closer to you now – Noses almost making contact with one another.
‘No matter – You’re alive, and that means you have something that I’ve craved for far, far too long’
>She mutters sultry at you, clearly enjoying this situation – A helpless prey, a hungry hunter.
>’Grooooooooooooooooooooooowl’
>….
>She stares at you awkwardly, attempting to regain her regal, dominative posture above you. It stays like that for what seems like an eternity, neither of you moving - until you utter the banging question that simply begs to be asked.
>’Was, was that your stomach?’ you deadpan at her, making the predator refusing to lock eyes with you. She sounded really hungry, had she eaten anything all day?
>The ever ringing silence coming from her gives you the answer you seek. Looking around in the dark cave, you manage to make out – well – absolutely nothing. No bones, no corpses, not even a dead rat was to be found in this cave. All that was here was you and your abductor.
>Either she had recently cleaned up, or she was really, really bad at hunting pre-
‘GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL’
>..Prey.
>Nevertheless. It wasn’t really the time, nor the place to start pondering about the lifestyle of this Pony-thing, for she had caught you and were about t-OH NO THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING.
>YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO DIE, TOO BEAUTIFUL, TOO ANYTHING!
>SIR, SHE IS GOING IN FOR THE KILL. EVACUATE TO THE LIFEBOATS!
>NO, I AM THE CAPTAIN. I WILL SINK DOWN WITH MY SHIP!
>You try to fight her back with your arms, but the hooves of your captor weights more than you could handle after a long day of walking and carrying water. You could do nothing but wait for your demise.
>All you heard from her was a small screech as she plunged her fangs into your neck, your heartbeat pushing the nitro button. It couldn’t be long before she started to flay you, split you in two – end you.
>Yet there she just sat, suckling away at your neck. Your head began to feel fainter as it was slowly lacking blood. It made you close your eyes hard, and open them again – You were getting dizzier by the second, a nauseating feeling crept upon you - It wasn’t nice feeling your blood exiting unnaturally from your veins.
>By some divine force, you managed to avoid fainting from the whole scenario. You were being used by the predator like some sort of juice carton, drinking you up.
>Minutes pass. The sweat intensifies. The air gets humid. You drag heavily on the air, taking big breaths of air now, rather than small asphyxiated ones.
>Finally, you hear a small ‘plop’ as the fangs detaches from your neck – The predator producing a small, withhold burp.
>The smell of Iron – your iron – fills your nostrils. You take a hand to your head for the headache that the dizziness is causing.
>’D-Did you just –drink- me?!’ you spit out wearily as you rub your head, your hand trilling down to the two  newfound holes in your neck, a few droplets of blood smearing across your fingertips.
>She lets her gaze at you disconnect, taking a few steps away from you and begins licking any spilled blood on her sand-washed coat away – Letting the question linger in the air for a while.
>You simply close your eyes in disgust. You were by no means a vegan by heart (Damn Alicorn, for forcing you to become one,) but the idea of drinking liters upon liters of pure blood did not sit that well with you.
>You decided to use the given time to try and wiggle your legs free of the vines, which had loosened up slightly after the whole juice-carton incident.
>’Where am I, who are you – and most importantly, where is my damn water tankard!’ you yell out as you give up on those god forsaken vines – they were looser, but not loose enough. You also started to feel slightly more at ease. If she had wanted to kill you, she’d had done so by now, you think.
>Your captor turns around to face you now with a newly-cleaned coat of fur. She snickers highly at you.
>That snickering is really starting to get on your nerves. She extended her wings proudly in the air, puffing her chest out – a shit-eating grin on her face.
‘I am Arid Star, mistress of the night, queen of the Everfree forest – the favorite of Princess Luna! You should feel privileged to have been my tasty snack, dear morsel!’
>Yeah, no, you were buying none of that p0nyshit. The last thing you really needed was for your captor to be the bragging kind  - a bad, lying bragger. Would your torment ever end?
‘And, I am a Bat-Pony, my little snack. A child of the night.’
>Oh, that would explain the not-so-feathery wings.
>Wait what. A ‘Bat-Pony’? The Alicorn never spoke about something like that, had she forgot to tell you that by accident, or by choice? No matter, there were more pressing questions at hand.
>’Where. Is. My. Tankard!’ You froth out towards her, before receiving a sudden smack to the face.
>By a hoof.
>That hurt, a lot.
>Infact, it pummeled you straight down to the floor of the cave once more. You made a note of yourself not to anger the self-proclaiming bat-pony.
‘You won’t need that anymore, now that you’re my living snack-cabinet.’
>Oh heeeeeell no. You weren’t about to be some slave for a –pony-, of all things. You had to find a way out of this damned mess.
>’But I need water! Food! Otherwise I’ll die!’ you rung out, causing the Bat-pony’s triumphant pose to crack and falter.
>She hadn’t thought that far. This one was clearly not as clever as she thought herself to be, maybe that could be your ticket out of this hellhole.
-
>You are Arid Star.
>OHMYGOSHICAUGHTSOMMETHINGFORONCEWHATDOIDONOW
>NOWAITIHAVETOKEEPMYCALMPOSTUREOTHERWISEHEWONTBESCARED
>WHATDO.PNG
>Your kin was renowned for being hunters of the night – silent, deadly, precise. You were the nightmares of critters; you were the protagonist in the scary stories being told at bonfires!
>But you were terrible at it, your fur wasn’t that usual grey color – it was more sandy and visible in the night – and your Quartz eyes really didn’t help to blend in with the amber and emerald colored scenery.
>Every single time you tried to catch something that you could handle, it would spy you a mile away.
>Also, it really didn’t help that you were so bad at holding your snickering back. Many a creatures find snickering bushes strange.
>The last time you had caught something was weeks ago. You had sustained yourself on fruits and simple, yucky water.
>You hated water; it was like blood, except it wasn’t blood.
>it was cheat-blood.
>It was quite weird, seeing a bipedal creature haunch over and use some sort of barrel-thing to hold a lot of cheat-blood
>It was even weirder that he never saw you; it wasn’t like you had been trying to hide in the tall grass.
>In fact, you had been rolling around in the grass to wet your furry coat a bit from the humid air, making the water glaze up in the damp air and sparkle.
>That was until you heard a large splash and skittered quickly into the trees. Not that your awesome self were scared of anything, but if it was a Manticore, you would totally need to face it with a surprise attack.
>But he never noticed you; he had made some audible noises and filled the thing on his back with cheat-blood, before he went on his merry way.
>You had simply bounced from tree to tree, followed him around curiously, until he picked up the pace.
>That’s when you heard his blood starting to flow faster, and you simply couldn’t help yourself to try and catch him.
>ANDYOUHADSUCEEDEDOHMYGOSHYOUAREOAWESOME!
>You had a hard time dragging him back into your cozy little home, he was twice your size! It had taken the most of the day, you even saw the lovely moon peek up across the forest before you made it back to the cave
>It had made you real, real hungry for blood.
>Mmmmn..Blood.
>No Arid Star! You have to find a way to keep this large quantity of blood with you, maybe you’ll never get another chance for something like this! Think! Think!

-
>You are Anon, and the Bat Pony looked like it was stoned.
>She was just sitting there, starring at nothing, the only sound she made were the breath takes she took.
>Well, if it made you live any longer, you wouldn’t argue.
>Slowly, you crept out a little, squeaked question that would decide your ultimate fate. ‘Soooo..You won’t kill me?’
>She looked at you as if you had just said the most offensive word known to ponydom towards her
‘No! Why would you even think that!’
>You let out a high sigh of relief, you were going to come out of this alive!
‘..Who’d let such a big bag of blood go to waste! Keekekekekekekkeke’
>You stared at her in disbelief as the snickering eternally intensified, and you weren’t really sure you even had any jimmies anymore, they had probably fallen off due to the high magnitude of constant rustling.
>She trotted up next to you, tilting her head as she stopped snickering, and started talking.
‘So, here’s the deal Hooom- No, you must have –some- kind of name, tell me!’
>You recall having a real name back home, but on this plane of existence you had simply forgotten – the princess hadn’t asked for your name, she were too busy figuring out what you were.
>You had forgotten your name, what in the fuck.
>You look up at her awkwardly as you try your hardest to remember, but when you cave in and give up to your bad memory, you simply retort to the ultimatum of names.
>’My name is Anon’ you spoke up towards the demanding Bat-Pony. She smiled.
>Don’t you dare snicker.
‘Okay, here’s the deal, little Anon – I will let you free, and let you live –if- I get to come with you!’
>What.
>Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat.
>Why would she even want that! What’s wrong with her? You couldn’t live with a Pony, you were supposed to stay clear of any ponies until you or the Alicorn had found some sort of way to get you back from whence you came.
>Why?!’ you ask quickly, with a raised voice – Making the Bat-pony flatten her ears slightly, her silted eyes narrowing.
‘Well why do you think!’
>she uttered, barring her fangs towards you again, which were crusted with blood.
>Your blood – Oh fucking hell. She wanted to suckle on you like a leech whenever she wanted! No way that was going to happen!
>’Oh no you don’t. I’m not going to become a living juice-dispenser for your pleasure’ you roar, flailing your arms about.
‘’ll just suck you completely dry, then, totally, yes!’
>She threatened as she slowly walked towards you with a snarl, making you gulp once, the sweat on your brow dripping down on the ground.
>You were fucked, bend over, caught, netted.
>’Alright alright! You win, sure! Just don’t dry me out!’ you holler, holding your hands up in the air to stop her from pouncing.
>she snickered in victory.
>You wish you were deaf.

>She turned around to your legs and sat her fangs down on the vines, effectively cutting them over – She then proceeded to gag and spit afterwards
‘Yuck! I hate greens!’
>You snorted in response, slowly rising yourself up.
>OKAY READY SET GO, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
>You ran, you ran so far away.
>Actually, you barely managed to get out of the cave before a sand-bolt from behind you tackled you down to the ground.
>Fucking, god damn wings of hers.
>She sat upon you, her eyes fixated, locked with yours, she didn’t seem very happy.
‘Don’t try that again, or I’ll do it, I really will!’
>Okay, so you couldn’t outrun her, at least it was worth a try.
>You sigh as you succumb to defeat, rising up after she moves away and look about.
>Well, you had no fucking idea where you were.
>’Well, my house is on the outskirts of the forest, you’ll have to show the way.’
>she looked at you cautiously, trying to spy if you were uttering some sort of lie, to plan your escape. However, when she found no reason to doubt you beside the fact that you were an utter, complete fucking stranger – she started to show you the way out.
>She was not a clever pony.
>Slowly, you both made your way out of the forest and towards your household on the fringe of the forest.
>You are anon, you are a juice-dispenser.
>You also felt like you were forgetting something.

-
>You are Big Fucking Water Tankard.
>You have been left by your former master, Anon.
>Left to rot in this forest, in this middle-of-nowhere.
>You will never forget this!