Flutter Spawn

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Like any bat, I sleep hanging upside down in the darkness. I wake up at about six in the afternoon.

Once I had landed on the floor, I pick up the vest and slip into it. From there, I walk out of the room and close the door after myself. If my sister is still there, she'd come just after me. If not, I was following her out.

I know you told me I should have a bowl of salad before I went out, but I'm Vampire Bat, not a Rabbit or Bunny. I only have a salad for social reasons.

I could admit to enjoying a tasty salad, from time to time, but only in good company. I do enjoy the company, on the occasions I do have a salad too.

Only now, once I have the vest on, I leave the bedroom, and our home. Today she is just a step behind me, as I fly off to the cloud-base where we have the local weather centre.

It's a short flight, and with my sister in tow, it is a fun flight. I pick up the schedule and head out. I had chosen to make a nice breeze, while my sister takes out the northern clouds. Not that there are that many clouds on the northern side of the city, but that's not the point. It's a part of our duties.

Once I had acquired the desired breeze, I go back to the city, and down to the ground. Knowing my sister wouldn't be far behind.

Clouds and wind is fun, though we never do get involved in the serious weathers. We never did have to anyway. Serious weather is rarely required or asked for anyway. Maybe it is part of the city life. I have no idea, not that I care. I moved here for the one single reason; the abundance of Ponies. You see, I require fresh Pony blood to feed on, I am after all still the same Bat Pony.

I don't question my heritage, why bother? There is no joy in it and it can never change who I was born to be. I am perfectly fine with being the daughter of Flutter Shy. I am doing fine for myself too. Being a Bat Pony isn't all that bad, once I moved to the big city Manehattan either. I have a good job that pays well and all the feed I could ask for.

The one thing I do miss, is how the spirit of the community never can get close to what I recall from my time in Ponyville. Ofhorse, there can only be one Pinkie Pie, one of the most festive and funny Ponies there ever was. I still recall these with fondness and joy. Even after all these years.

I make a point out of seeing Rarity, every time she is in town, she may not be all that festive, but I still enjoy seeing her as a short remainder of where we came from.

If Flutter Shy and Apple Jack never come to town, I couldn't blame them. The city doesn't really have that much for them. Even if Apple Jack came here a few times, as did Flutter Shy.

We do see Twilight Sparkle from time to time. She can't escape her official business. Manehattan may be but a place she has to see, but we still do enjoy seeing her too.

Only now I have to hit town in search for my next meal. I am hungry and in need of a warm breakfast.

I fly down to the part of town where the pubs, bars, restaurants, discos and similar establishments are located. This is where we commonly find the Ponies we look for. Some of these Ponies still are our friends. We don't kill them and try our best not to hurt any of them. Hurting them only hit back at ourselves in the end, if we ever were to do it.

I guess we are some of the Ponies best to sympathise with Chrysalis in her current predicament. She does after all need the Ponies for her very own survival, thus can never truly hurt them. If she was to hurt too many Ponies too much, or was actually killing as much as a single one, they would go all out to hunt her down, wouldn't they? At least, I imagine they would. We all recall how it went down for Tirek, after he did what he did.

Once down at the district, I land, walking in, checking if the Pony I was hoping for was in tonight. You never know.

After a moment's scanning of the room, I found the query, a fairly petite Unicorn, siting by a table in the corner of the room. She was apparently looking out the window, in hopes to see some Pony coming by. I noticed she had not ordered anything to drink, at the time I found her, though she was to order something within a few more minutes.

I guess it was good I found her, at the time I came, rather than waiting the time it took her to order, what ever beverage she may have been considering by now. You don't go out, just to stare out the window of a Pub, or any other establishment. Not unless you expect to be thrown out and growled at. Though I guess you could be waiting for some Pony? What if the Pony she had been waiting for was me?

“Hiya!” she pronounced as she looked up, in order to see me.

It isn't as if it was the first time I saw her, or as if I had been out in order to just pick up the next stray mare.

“Hiya. Haven't been waiting long, I hope. Maybe it would be time to order something about now?” I suggested.

“Just a few minutes. No problem, I just enjoyed the view for a moment. Sounds reasonable to me!” she responded.

I have enjoyed maintaining a few good friends, Ponies who did not overly mind me as a Bat Pony. Ponies whom I could enjoy having a casual chat with Ponies whom I found good to have on my list of friends in general. This particular Pony was certainly on both of the two first counts, squarely.

“Waitress!” I quietly exclaimed, waiving at the nearest Pony in uniform.

“Just a moment!” she expressed, before turning her attention my way.

“Good to know which table falls under which waitress!” Apple Treat pointed out.

“I take it you have that part down to an art as a true Manhattanite?” I merely teased knowingly.

I could clearly hear she had lived her entire life in the city, just as several generations before her. I don't mine either way, it is merely convenient to know.

“I was born and raised in central Mainhattan, so I guess that makes sense!” she teased back.

“I was raised in Ponyville, but thankfully I saw a few placed like Canterlot, Vanhoover and Philidelfia, but chose Mainhattan, as fancy as Canterlot may be, but it still is a pretty small place as cities goes. Not nearly enough Ponies around for me, you know!” I pondered as I eye the waitress on her way, before she finally did get to our table.

“You are ready to place an order?” she enquired in a professional manner.

“Two glasses of your finest Orange Juice!” I expressed.

“A light Daffodil salad would be nice for me!” she continued.

“Two glasses of Juice and a Salad, coming right up. Just a moment!” the waitress pronounced as she turned towards the kitchen and trotted out.

“That Juice is expensive, you know!” Apple Treat pointed out.

“Everything is expensive in Manehattan. On the other hoof, I developed a taste for it. Besides, I want to share it with you!” I responded.

“I thought it was Ponyville that was pricey, at least for such a small village. I can enjoy a good juice, on the rare occasion someone is offering me a glass. I just don't buy it myself. I guess it would go rather well with my Salad too!” Apple suggested optimistically.

“Then I would gladly offer you the treat, so we can enjoy it together, the way it is supposed to. Sounds just fine by me, though I rarely would touch a salad myself. Unless I am in company, that is. On the other hoof, the waitress is almost here!” I responded with a sly grin.

“Two Orange Juice and a Salad!” the waitress pronounced ash she got back to our table.

“Thanks!” I responded as I slipped the bits onto the table, thus paying the drinks.

Apple Treat slipped a pile as payment for her salad. The girl left us alone as she had picked up the last bit from the table, counting them in order to see how much she got.

Once the waitress had left, I lifted the glass, slowly sipping on the juice.

“The second glass is for you, you know!” I put forth.

“Thanks. You know your juices. Maybe you are the main reason why I never buy juice myself. You give me as much as I care to drink, after that I just don't feel like paying for a single glass. Though I really do need something to chew on!” she intoned in a light voice, grinning back at me.

“So long as you enjoy it. If it makes me special, then all the more fun for me. Dig in, I don't want you starved anyway. I prefer to see you slightly on the more huggable side!” I teased her.

“I guess that is part of what made you special to me in the first place. I feel appreciated when you look at me. A mare like me needs to feel special and appreciated. You sure do make me feel just that. I guess I could have put up with a hole lot more than your little differences and what comes with them. Though I am happy you don't do it in full view of other Ponies!” she expressed, with a sly grin in the corners of her mouth.

For a moment I merely watched her nibble her salad, while I take a long but very slow sip of my juice, pondering, before I finally put forth a response.

“Guess I know the feeling. There is something to you that led me to you in the first place. Something beyond looks and simple mannerisms. I couldn't do it to you, even if it was enjoyed by other Ponies. I think my shy streak is at least as long as the flight from my foalhood home to Manehattan. I guess it runs in the family too. In the end, it is also in how comfortable you are with me, just as I feel comfortable sitting her with you, something I can't help appreciating!” I pondered.

She slowly sipped on her juice for a moment, looking deep into my eyes as I spoke, apparently enjoying what she saw.

“Every Pony deserves to be and feel appreciated by others. Flutter Shy still lives in her cottage just outside of Ponyville, right? Who hasn't heard of her. Yeah, I sure do feel comfortable in your company. In ways I had never expected before I saw you, too!” she then responded.

“Each and every one, Pinkie Pie taught me that, back in Ponyville. She acts as if she's the Pony gaining from it, though, which puzzles me. On the other hoof, she is full of strange notions as she is full of wisdom. Her antics can make just about any Pony smile, as much as they may not like to. Maybe we were meant for one another is some way or the other?” I suggested.

“Since you said it, would you follow me out to the mare's room, for but a moment?” she urged.

“It isn't as if I could make you insist!” I responded.

She had apparently managed to consume her salad and both glasses were emptied.

“I like the sound of that!” she continued, as she leads me to the door she just mentioned.

The room just large enough to comfortably house the both of us. She gingerly closed the door behind us and snapped the lock closed, thus indicating the room is occupied.