Anon and the Batty Bat-pony: Chapter 5

Chapter 5.
>Day Juice in Equestria.
>You are anon, and you clearly don’t remember being this hairy – I mean, you didn’t shave your legs like some sort of faggot, but a coat of fur? A mane?
>Oh wait, it’s just Arid Star, lying on top of you. You had forgotten that in your drowsiness.
>That you were a Juice-dispenser now.
>You groan and yawn beneath the furry ball of death and destruction, doing a double take - just where were you lying? This wasn’t your bedroom, nor did the surface you were lying upon feel soft at all.
>Taking the sight in, you realize that you are located on the floor in your living room just near the footsteps of your stairs, a broom nestled beside you.
>You remember washing your dirty captor and accidentally grope her without giving a second thought to it. She had then thrown you out of the bathroom and to prevent further embarrassment on your end, you started to compulsively clean up the mess she had dragged into your home.
>And then everything had went dark, you assume that you succumbed to the lack of sleep and drifted off to Neverland right then and there, but that didn’t explain why Arid Star was lying on top of you!
>You let your gaze fall down on the Bat-Pony. It was hard to believe that she was a predator that feasted on blood, relishing in the thrill of the hunt – When she was just lying there, sleeping soundly on top of you. Her eyes were covered slightly in her own mane, but that didn’t stop the two Quartz opals from staring right at you.
>Right into your soul.
>You ponder for a brief moment on whether you owned a soul or not anymore, after all the shit you had done.
>You also wonder if this is the opportune, perfect time to try and suffocate the bat-pony to death and end your misery.
>Yeah, no soul.
>Regardless, you really should have figured as much. With her being part bat, it wouldn’t surprise many that she would be sleeping with her eyes open. Her slow but steady heart beat mixed with the peaceful, rhythmic cooing were two clear giveaways that she was still dreaming - and by the looks of it, it was a good dream.
>She snickered and barred her fang as if it were on cue, a chill slowly creeping down your spine. Chances were that she was dreaming about blood, flaying, hunting and feasting on some sort of innocent prey.
>Oh god, you had to find some way out of this predicament! Surely she would start draining you of your blood if you awoke her – but you also needed to start the day off, you couldn’t just lie around there, beneath a fuzz-ball of fur.
>You’d drown in your own sweat before long! No. With a careful, slow hand you started to guide it beneath her belly while taking your other hand and placing it amply at one of her hooves.
>A deep breath later, you begun to slowly push at her, trying to make her slide off of you as much as possible so she wouldn’t just fall down on the floor with a thud – and subsequently awaken her.
>Despite your usual bad luck, it appeared that you were successful - She simply cooed and snored, letting her fangs bite down on her lower lip as she murmured something in her sleep.
>A minute or two later, you were free of the tyranny that was the bat-pony, and with a single fluid motion, you manage to get yourself up on your feet.
>You look down at Arid Star for a few, lingering seconds. On one end, your jimmies were still rustled every single time you glanced at her – but on the other hand, you also d’aawwed internally.
>You rubbed your eyes as you turned around, and then you became aware of something terrible.
>Something that made your jimmies dethatch from you, buy a ticket to outer-space and never return.
>You were a big, sustainable source of blood. A hanging piece of meat that was simply begging to be bitten by a predator.
>A predator you just turned your back on.
‘keekeekeekeekeekeekee’
>Whelp, you are fucked.

>You are Arid Star. You are mid-air. You are hunting. You are colliding.
>You are awesome!
>Anon had totally not seen through your clever ruse, you had been awake all along! You could’ve just nibbled at him and started on your blood-snack (Mmmn..Blood,) but hunting prey felt much more rewarding than just taking something served on a silver platter.
>Your snickering intensified as you booped your nose at the back of Anon’s neck, claiming total and utter victory!
>’I won Anon, that means I get a reward!’ you huff at him as you lean down to his neck – to your prize.
>Anon tried to resist by doing the worm to crawl away, but you lunged into his neck and bit through the soft, naked skin with your fangs.
>OhmygoshyumyumthistastessogreatandIdontevenhavetoworryaboutgettinghairinmymouth.
>As you sit, enjoying depleting your juice-carton of its contents, you furrow a brow as a nagging question enters your brain.
>just why -was- Anon furless? The only other creature that came on your mind that didn’t have any fur was pigs – and they were docile and didn’t live in a forest! Yet here was Anon, furless and hooveless.
>Instead of just four big hooves, he had five small hooves on each of his front legs – He had ten hooves! Why on Equestria would anyp0ny need ten hooves for anything?! You peered at his back haunches, and found that the two hooves there at the end, were covered in some sort of clothing.
>After a few linger moments, you pull out your fangs and lick your lips clean off any residue of blood.
>You then proceed to lick Anon’s neck clean so that blood wouldn’t trickle down his body and entice you to suck him dry.
>As you licked his neck, he started to squirm and writhe beneath you like an annelid caught on a fishing hook.
>Was he? Oh no but he couldn’t. Yet, he was! Oh this was such a turn of events. This was brilliant, magnificent – Fun!
>He was ticklish! With a haughty snicker dripping of glee, you start to snuggle the tip of your nose at his neck from side to side, causing him to squirm even harder.
>There was just something amazing about dominating a helpless individual endlessly, especially when it was tasty!
>And that’s just about what you did for a good solid minute, making Anon your bitch as he needlessly tried to push you off – Every time that he managed to whopple you over, you would just flop your wings once and get right back on top of him.
>Only when he started to give up did you stop with the relentless assault of tickles. It wasn’t any fun if he didn’t participate or fight back! Hrmpf! You decided to shift to a new topic to fill the atmosphere with.
>’Anon, you said you were a hooman, right? Where do they come from? You asked as you sat on his back, a curious, tilted head aimed down towards him.
-
>You are Anon, and you just got raped.
>>>>rape
>Well, almost raped – Arid Star had been nuzzling and licking your neck so much that you had cracked and started to holler with a big, booming laughter. She was forcing fun on you.
>And then she had the nerve to ask questions about you! You would have resisted and refused to answer her, if it wasn’t because you knew that she could just return to tickling you if she didn’t get her way.
>She reminded you of one of those princesses in stories that always got what they wanted by their parents – and if they didn’t, they’d become the meanest, evilest rodents on the planet.
>You already had the squirrel in the forest to hate, you didn’t need a second rodent to worry about – So you decide to give in to her demands and answer her.
>Beside, if the Alicornythinymyjingy found out, you could just retort that Arid Star used >Rape to get the information, and you were too fragile and helpless to do anything about it.
>Whoa, you really were a bitch, sometimes.
>’I am not from Equestria’ you start off as you slowly peer over your back towards the sitting Bat-pony. ‘I come from a world called ‘Earth’. There, my species is the dominating organism, and we thrive and live the same way that you ponies do – except a lot more violently’ – You started to doubt the latter however, seeing as how psychical Arid Star had been against you.
>Then again, she looked like a one-of-a-kind type of pony. No matter – you let out a cough before you pursue with your story.
>’I have no idea how I came here. All I remember is a big, shining light – I was put out here so I wouldn’t scare off the other ponies’ you state, the annoyance of your situation bathed in your words. You really didn’t like being cut off from the world.
‘Really? That’s soooo dumb!’
>She proclaims, pouting her lips at you. You retort with a simple shrug of the shoulder. ‘I’m not very surprised. I’m pretty sure the government of my home would put an Alien under house-arrest too, if they found one’ you mutter – not that it helps your attitude towards your situation.
>There is an awkward silence between you for a few moments, then she points a hoof towards your fingers. You wriggle them instinctly.
>A Mint p0ny moans in Ponyvile.
>’These? They are fingers.’ You mumble, uttering the name of each finger as you show them to her. She looked at them extremely curiously, before she unsurprisingly leans over you and bites one of them.
>It bleeds. She screeches approvingly and begins to lick the small smush of blood on your fingers up, before quickly retorting – a light blush on her cheeks.
‘S-sorry. I couldn’t help myself.’
>She mumbles as she gives you big, puffy eyes to seek your forgiveness.
>Well, after all it was in her nature, you roll your eyes and accept to apology. She smiles widely at you, cooing happily. You almost die of a heart-attack.
‘But Anon, why don’t you have any f-‘
>’Why were you sleeping on top of me’ you say, cutting her off. Enough with the questions on her end – it was time to sate one of yours. She looks to the side slightly, finding the floor very, very fascinating all of the sudden.
‘Well, you were just lying there – and I was tired, and you would probably catch a cold if you didn’t have anything over you’
>She blurts out slowly. You take it in and lets your mind chew on it, could she really care about your wellbeing? That didn’t sound that much like the bat-pony you knew and disliked.
‘Sick blood tastes so muddy!’
>Of course, what else? You sigh deeply as you rub your temples. You weren’t sure you would last a week like this if there weren’t some serious changes occurring. She doesn’t seem to take notice of your annoyance, as she happily skits off of you and starts to trot out into the daylight.
>You look after her surprised. For some reason, you thought she’d either burst into flames, or start to sparkle faggotly – but she did neither.
>She just stood there by the entrance, beaming at you with the sun at her back which was accompanied by endless hills of lush, green grass.
‘Come on Anon! Let’s go do something!’
>..Well maybe you’d survive two weeks.
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>You are Celestia: Princess of the sun, co-ruler of Equestria.
>The Sun butt.
>It had been a month since that peculiar alienate being had showed up on your doorsteps, accompanied by a pair of your royal guards.
>It had been as frantic as you had been curious – It was obvious that the being was scared of you, and possibly of just about anything on this plane of existence.
>You couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor guy. He had been stranded in an unknown world to him, and you had thrown him off to solitude at the fringe of a dangerous forest.
>But you cared too much for your subjects to allow any sort of harm to come to them – Whatever brought the alien (or human as he claimed himself to be. You thought Alien was far better) was still out there, lurking.
>It worried you, if one human could get through to your world – could more? You had taken safety measures by ensuring that no rifts or portals could take place without your knowledge, but the fear still nagged at you ever so slightly.
>You didn’t sense purity or friendship in the human. You saw darkness, violence – cruelty.
>But you also saw compassion, affection and love. This was a being of balance. It couldn’t be an ultimatum like so many of your subjects. It simply was everything and none of the before mentioned at the same time.
>You sat your adored flank on the top of your throne, sipping away at some simple tea as you pondered about what really to do with the human.
>Should he just rot away there, with no connection to the outer world beside the forest? Was that in the spirit of your being? On one hand, you had to protect – on the other hand, you had to be an example for your subjects.
>With an exhale through your snout, you stand up on all four and go down towards the exit of your thorne-room.
>‘Guards, would you ready my carriage? I have decided to visit our newfound friend’ you sang out to the nearby guards in your natural, soft voice. They saluted and ran off.
>You couldn’t help but giggle lightly, you had always found that salute so over-the-top. You felt like a mother to all your subjects, why would they ever need to salute at you?
>You shake your head lightly as you wander down the long halls of the canterlot castle, and put yourself up on top of the golden chariot.
>And with a simple nod to the Pegasi, they fly off towards the alienates house with a speed that would make the wonderbolts reconsider their current choice of employment.
>Dem muscle-wings.
>You were going to decide today whether or not to let the Human learn the ways of your world, or to sentence him to eternal solitude.
>You hated this. It reminded you of the fate you once gave your sister.
>It still twang at your heart-strings. No, this time things would hopefully turn out better.
>One way or another.

End Chapter 5