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- >You are Axis
- >The most beta bat pony who ever lived
- >Would that make you a. . . Bata pony?
- >Fuck it, never mind, that was horrid
- >Anyway, you are not beta--bata?--because of looks (although you aren't really a stunner in that department either)
- >No, you're beta because you can't screech
- >It's not your fault, you were just born with poor vocal cords
- >So while all the other alpha batponies are screeching their heads off getting all the chicks, all you're emitting is a pathetic rasp
- >Like a dying old man
- >Really, it's sad
- >You're in the prime of you're life and you've never gotten laid, and unfortunately, it doesn't look like that's gonna change
- >You're walking through the woods one moonlit night, thinking about that delicious unattainable bat poon(y, lel get it)
- >When suddenly a chorus of screeching breaks out deeper in the forest
- >Someone who didn't know any better would think there was a battalion of obnoxious cats brutally slaughtering each other out there
- >But you're not that someone, and you know those to be the screeches of lusty batponies
- >Why must they torture you like this? Always flaunting their superior, non-deformed vocal chords
- >You heave a brooding sigh
- >You reach the origin of the screeches, and see a dozen males competing in a clearing
- >That's more than usual, there must be an orgy imminent
- >From where you are, you'd guess there are about thirty females hanging back in the trees, evaluating the competitors
- >One comes up to you, a really cute one
- >"Why aren't you out there?" she asks. "Who knows, you might get some." She winks
- "N-no, I can't screech," you respond, head lowered, avoiding eye contact
- >"Oh." She sounds disappointed.
- >You bet she'd do you, if only you had stronger pipes
- >She turns and retreats back into the trees
- >You look at her as she goes away
- >Damn that's a nice ass
- >If only your parent's hadn't passed inferior genes onto you
- >They always had regretted it as well, preferring your siblings over you, up until the day you left
- >Descending more and more into depression, you look out at the clearing.
- >And then it happens
- >A circle of flame bursts up at random in the center of the clearing, and in the center of the circle, a star
- >All the males cease screeching and leap back from it
- >And then a lump rises from the ground in the middle of the star, slowly
- >It rises higher, and it is revealed that the lump is a head, though smaller than a ponies
- >The head rises, and a neck is revealed, and then shoulders
- >It is now obvious this figure is much different from a pony
- >Its forelegs, if they can be called that, are placed directly at it's side, and its posture is straight
- >It keeps on ascending, it is very tall
- >When it stops, it stands at over six feet on two legs
- >The flames dim--though the symbol remains burned onto the ground--and the creatures features become apparent
- >It wears clothes, strangely
- >It has long, thick hair, coming down over two piercing green eyes
- >And a full, glorious beard that goes down past its chest
- >A deathly silence falls over the wood
- >The thing raises its arms to the sky, opens its mouth and. . .
- >Let's out the loudest, most powerful, most terrific growl ever heard in Equestria
- >The leaves rustle audibly at the might of it, and the ground seems to shake
- >And the roar keeps pouring forth, only becoming louder, more powerful
- >It is obvious that this creature has vocal cords, diaphragm and lungs made of some sort of flexible steel
- >There is no other explanation for this oh so BRUTAL growl
- >And just when you think it's reached its peak, it gets even louder
- >The male batponies' ears start to bleed, they writhe on the ground in pain
- >The ones that manage to gather their bearings fly away, the rest slink back into woods with hooves pressed against their ears
- >And it has a much different effect on the females
- >Their genitals are soaked, dripping in juices
- >They lick their lips, pupils dilated at the sight of this strange being, that screeches (technically growls) like no other
- >The effect on you isn't the same as that on the other males, and certainly not on the females
- >You are terrified, but don't fly away
- >You are paralyzed with fear
- >So you open your mouth
- >And scream
- >Not a normal scream. Your vocal chords have not magically repaired themselves
- >No, the rasp is still there, just with more volume
- >You cannot scream as loud as the creature, but you're fearful yell comes very close
- >The result is something that is similar to the growl, but is at a much higher pitch
- >And so the thing's growl and your rasp echo throughout the forest in harmony
- >Shit was SO brutal, yo
- >It continues for what seems like minutes, and then you run out of breath
- >The creature stops not long after you
- >It stares at you for a while
- >And then steps out of the circle towards you
- >It walks right up to you and kneels down
- >And now you're gazing into those cold green eyes, they're just inches away
- "W-What are you?" you squeak
- >The thing emits a series of short growls, much quieter this time
- >They vary in pitch and are broken by interruptions of the tongue, which you figure to be consenants
- >Those are words! It is trying to communicate with you!
- "I-I'm sorry, I can't understand."
- >The thing looks away for a moment and coughs several times. When it speaks again, it is clearly
- >"My name is Johan Hegg," it says in a deep baritone
- >There is silence, until it speaks again
- >"Those are quite the pipes you got their. Very impressive. You could be a metal vocalist. Maybe not death metal, it's not deep enough. But black-metal for sure."
- >You nod and say thank you, though you have no idea what he is talking about
- >You hear a slight rustling. You look towards the source, and see the girl who came up to you before walking timidly out into the clearing
- >She's looking right at you
- >"I-I really liked your screech," she says. "Maybe you could come back to my place? O-Or I could go to yours, whatever you want."
- >And then another female bursts from the trees
- >"Hey back off, he's mine!" she yells
- >"No way whore!" yet another screams
- >And then one screeches, and the shit hits the fan
- >Suddenly there's three dozen female batponies in the clearing screeching their heads off hoping to impress you
- >Johan Hegg stands up and laughs a laugh that can somehow be heard over all the screeching
- >His eye twinkles, he smiles warmly
- >The fire rises again, but this time none of the competitors notice
- >Johan moves towards it
- >Before stepping into the flames, he turns towards you and winks
- >He enters the circle, and descends back to whence he came
- >Leaving all these chicks fighting over you
- >Fucking Johan
- Le fin.
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