Bats, breasts, and other wonderful things

Okay, first day. New apartment, new chances, new job, new everything. I stepped out of my bare apartment and down the steps. I pressed on and hit the streets, it had been raining since I got here. With no umbrella and no break in sight I walked through the rain soaked streets of Canterlot, the spring rain cool in the night air. I hurried along, hailing a rickshaw after a few minutes of being soaked.

A bulky mare pulled up almost immediately. "Where ya goin?"

I stepped into the cart and get into place. "Canterlot Castle, the quicker the better."

The mare nodded and bolted off. The wheels of the cart clattering against the cobble streets. I pulled the now soggy paperwork out and looked it over. I was supposed to meet someone named, Foxglove, at the entrance to the Lunar hall.

"Hey friend, you know where the Lunar hall is?"

"Just get- to the castle- you'll find it!" I had to give this pony credit, she was putting all her effort into pulling this cart at full speed.

I looked back to the papers and folded them away. I leaned back and tried to enjoy the dusk ride through the rain.

We arrived in front of the massive gates in a few minutes. I dismounted and started getting my money out. "So how much I owe ya?"

The mare started pulling at her harness. "Bits, U.S., or Canadian?"

"U.S."

"Fifteen bucks." I pulled out a fifty and slid it to her. "Alright then thanks- whoa hey, this ain't right!"

I started off towards the gates. "Keep it, you deserve it!"

"Oh...wow, thanks human!"

"Later days friend!" I waved her off as I backed into a guard. "Whoops, sorry." I pulled my papers out and held them for the guard.

"Alright then." The guard pushed the gate open. "By the way...you don't need that to get in...."

"Ah- well I did not know that. Thanks." I gave a quick nod to him and hurried towards the main building. I rushed inside and tore my beanie off my head. "Soaked...absolutely soaked." I threw my arms out, water flying off my sleeves. I finished my flailing as a white haired pony walked over.

The mare looked me over. "Mr. Wesk?"

"Yes ma'am, Ben Wesk, at your service." I threw my hand out.

The mare stood there, eventually putting her hoof in my hand and letting me give it a soft shake. "Charming...this way." she spun around, her wings featherless and leathery. Yep, I was in the right place.

The mare lead me through the halls until finally taking a hard right and stopping abruptly. "Foxglove?!"

"Kinda busy!" A smoothy yet husky voice rang from a nearby hall.

My guide quickly gestured me into the hall. "Foxglove, your help is here!"

"Oh thank Luna, get him in here now!"

My guide quickly pointed to a redwood door with a small picture pony height. "Head in and get to it."

I nodded and slowly turned the knob. My heart started racing as the door creaked open. A few feet beyond the door sat a burgundy maned mare, nursing a pair of foals. I let out a long sigh as I stepped in. "Foxglove?"

The mare looked up at me. "Grab a foal, a bottle, and take a seat."

I looked around and carefully walked inside the rather softly decorated room. "Huh...this is nice." I tiptoed around the foals scurrying around at my feet, ducked the few that were flying around, and grabbed a warm bottle from a nearby table.

I took a seat next to the grey and burgundy mare and plucked a foal that was passing by. A loud hiss was quickly cut off as I held the bottle in their mouth. "This is my job, I feel like I should be paying you!" Foxglove pulled a foal away from her lower half. "Holy shit!" I nearly fell over as I got a look at what the foals were suckling on. "Sweet Jesus those are massive!"

The mare ignored me and plucked a foal out of the air. "Why thank you random human, I'll be sure to eat you fast." things grew quiet as the foals continued to drink. "That was a joke...I'm really funny if you get to know me."

"Ha...ha...heh...funny." I turned away from her and finished up with my current feeder. They were amazingly soft, like plush mixed with silk. They sounded a bit strange, their cooing more like miniature screeches, but the way they curled up and went to sleep once they were fed was amazingly cute.

I picked a foal up and put them in my lap. I went to move the bottle and quickly found my hand in the crossfire. "Ow- why?" I pulled my hand away and shook it out, two small punctures bleeding ever so slightly. "I thought you don't drink blood, why'd he bite me?"

The mare looked over at me. "They're teething, and we can drink blood, same way humans can drink blood. Doesn't do anything for us but we still can." she swapped out foals again. She took a moment and peered up at me. "You're staring."

I turned my head down to the foal and lead the bottle into it's mouth. "Sorry...just wasn't exactly expec--"

"They say I'm like the Milkmare of Trottingham in bat form. Actually...you don't know Milky."

I found the bottle in my hand quickly emptied. I quickly swapped out the bottle and the foal. "So...is this really what I'm supposed to do?"

"Noo..." she swapped out the foals at her tits, "You're my assistant, you're gonna do everything from feeding to dealing with school colts. I have to warn you, the really young ones are easy, but you will be bitten, screamed at, kicked, cursed at, and headbutted."

I grabbed the last free roaming foal, they quickly down the rest of the bottle, refusing to let it go. "Headbutt - headbu - head - come on...let go." I traded the colt my hand for the bottle. "Ow, so headbutted?"

Foxglove watched the foal chew on my hand. "You shouldn't do that...they'll remember you."

I watched the tiny colt chew on my hand, the gnawing burning a little as the I teeth dug in. "It's fine...I think he's falling asleep anyways." The colt's eyes were quickly faltering, closing lightly before his chewing slowed down.

Foxglove set the two foals at her breasts aside and stood up. "That's kinda cute...I mean it's your hand not mine...not that I  have a hand but- oh you get it. Oh- you asked about the headbutting, yeah, they have a bad tendency to fly into ponies, hard."

I stood up, still cradling the bitey foal as I walked with Foxglove. She quickly pulled a bra from behind the bottles. "Wow...pony bra. That bad?"

"Six pounds."

"Whoa, shit!" I quickly pried my hand free and set the foal into a pile of sleeping ponies. "Six pounds...that's bozak."

She started to fumble with bra. "That's not the worst part, the bites are the worst part, you wanna see?" she asked with a sly smile.

I tried not to laugh. "Maybe later, we're defiantly going to get to know each other better at some point."

"Gonna hold ya to that." Foxglove let out a tired laugh. "Well then, assistant, help me put this thing on." she held the strange bra for me. I tentatively took it and tried to get it into place. "Almost...back...back...there ya go, now pull!" I yanked the bra up and hooked it around her back. "Ohhh...there we go." she bounced her backside up and down to set everything in place. "Yep, already worth the bits."

"Yep." I mumbled, wiping my hands on my pants. "So what's next?"

"Check em, change em, and put em to bed." Foxglove began grabbing bundles of foals and carrying them to the table with the bottles. "Here." she started sniffing each foal before either setting them aside or handing them to me.

Little by little baby bats quickly found their cribs. "Are they soft because they're young, or because their bats?"

"Wanna find out?"

I set the last few foals down. "Like I said, maybe- ehhh, screw it." I walked over to her and ran my hand down her back. "Hmm, because they're bats." I continued to pet her back as she tried to change a foal.

"Hey so, what's your name?"

"Ben."

"Ben...how about you stop that and help me change these foals?"

"Oh shit sorry!" I stopped and went to the table. I watched her change a foal and tried to replicate it. The smell of death emanating from the foal as I undid their diaper. "Damn! Phew...okay, that's rough." I chucked it in a nearby bin and ran back. "How do you...with the tail?"

"Pull it through." Foxglove demonstrated yanking the foal tail through a small slit in the back of the diaper.

I sloppily replicated it and set the trio of now clean foals into waiting cribs. "Crap-" yet more foals waited to be put away. "More!? How are you doing this so fast!?" I grabbed the last load of foals and started sorting them into cribs.

"You missed one." Foxglove held the bitey foal out for me. My heart melted as the foal let out a long yawn. "You gonna put him away, I mean you don't have to...you look like you're having fun."

"I can't help it, so soft." I scratched the foal's belly, causing him to curl around my finger before stretching out.

Foxglove stood next to me as I sat back down. "Eh...it's not gonna hurt anything. But you're dealing with his cranky ass later."

I ran my fingers along the foals back, rubbing my finger under his tiny wings. "I'm amazingly okay with that."

"Well, come on then, let's get lunch. Bring the foal if you really want to." she started out of the room.

"Wait really!?" I chased after her and joined her in the hall. "It's okay for me to do this?"

Foxglove looked back at me. "Just don't drop him and it's fine."

"Never!" I clutched the foal to my chest, my hand quickly shanghaied by the foal once again. "Ow."

"I told you they remember."

"Yeah yeah...still worth it." We walked through the halls, other pastel batponies filling the hall as we walked. I followed my new boss into a small room with a large dining table.

"Hey human, Ben, what do you want?"

"Eh whatever's fine." I continued to caress the foal in my arms. They let out a soft coo as he grabbed my hand with his fore hooves. "The noise...." I nearly squealed as he continued to make his baby noises.

Foxglove quickly started walking back towards the foal chamber with two plates on her back. "You're really loving that foal aren't you?"

"This thing is adorable- ow! If a bit painful." Foxglove let out another smooth laugh. "Okay stop that. I get it you're pretty, you sound nice, I get it!"

"Oh knock it off red-meat." she opened the door to the foal chamber for me and walked inside. I caught the door with my back and spun inside. "You're way too happy this early in the night."

"Early...it's eight!" I finally set the foal into the last empty crib and bundled him up.

Foxglove nodded a few times, her burgundy mane flying about as she did. "Eight is way too early. Oh well, I'm sure we can knock that happy attitude out of you, we're cleaning for the rest of the day, then we got another feeding in a while."

"Whoa wait." I held my arms out in a stopping gesture. "You do this everyday, a few times a day?! How are your boobs still so big!?"

Foxglove shook her flank a bit. "Get to know me better and find out."

I watched her flank swing a little before shaking it off. "So what's on- is that...that's a steak. You eat steak for breakfast?"

"You don't?" she bit into the steak, juices flowing down her lips and off her chin.

"Why did I not do this sooner!?" I joined her and started eating the assorted meats she had got me.

Foxglove finished in moments. "Alright then...back to work. Grab a broom and clean up."

I threw my trash away and grabbed a broom, a hunk of pork still stuffed in my mouth. I went to work while she checked on the foals. This was gonna be a long day.

I finally set the last foal down, back into their crib nice and safe. My hand was a bit pale, my arms horribly tired from the repeated holding motion. Foxglove trotted over to me and laid down. "Good work there Ben, I think that's it for today."

I rolled onto my back and squeaked out my resignation. "Yay...fun...."

"What's wrong, little tired?" she let out yet another charming laugh.

"Not funny...shit...I'm not gonna make it home like this...." I rolled onto my front and tried to merge with the floor.

"Oh come on, you can bunk with me tonight." she stood up and started poking at me. "Ben?"

"Ehhhh- fine." I pushed off the floor and onto my feet. "Bed, which way?"

"Come on, you can sleep on the couch." she slowly lead me through the halls and into a large room. I spotted the nearest source of cushion and crashed headfirst into it. "Wow, you're that tired?"

"It's fucking five A.M.! I can't deal with you anymore right now...."

Foxglove giggled and walked past. "I knew we'd kick the happy out of you by the end of the day."

"Screw you...eughaaaa." I flailed my arm towards her voice.

"Maybe if you buy me dinner. Anyways, I'll wake you up a few hours before work."

"Sure...whatever...get...go away!" I pulled a decorative pillow over my head and tuned out the world.