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I'm Radiant Thunder, Daughter of Flutter Shy. I just moved out a few weeks ago, taking the train to Mainhattan with my sister Iridescent Breeze.
My mark is a pink cloud with a thunderbolt outline. My sister has a white cloud with pink outlines and wind streaks to it.
I had managed to acquire a small apartment for the two of us, and she had decorated it. It's quite cosy, if I am to be frank about the matter.
There are two bedrooms, but like bats, we hang upside down in the ceiling. Why bother with a bed. Though we did place a bed in the second bed room. There is a small wardrobe in each bed room, and she filled up one with a small selection of casual clothes for the two of us. Thankfully, we had Rarity to make the vests for us before we left.
In the living room, there is a sofa and a table, nothing much or fancy. Just enough to make our home cosy. She wanted our home to look as if ponies live there.
The kitchen is just a regular Mainhattan one. Small as it is, it holds all we need to prepare our meals there, but we'll eat in the living room.
Naturally, the apartment does come with a mares room, it wouldn't be an apartment, if it didn't. There is a shower too. That's something I love to share with my sister each and every morning.
I managed to black out the sun and light in our main bed room, so that we can sleep all day. I know, I have always been a creature of the night, and my sister share this particular characteristic.
We're vampire bats, as opposed to the bats that came to the sweet Apple Acres. The once Apple Jack and her friends hated so vehemently. Hiding a Vampire in Ponyville wouldn't work, simple as that.
Even in Ponyville, we would have needed a job, and as flyers, Weather service would be the choice for the both of us. I make sure to keep track of the weather schedule in order to know the weather.
Like the bat I am, I choose to work early and late, when most of the Pegasi are sleeping. I don't need the buzz or company of the weather team, I have my sister by my side. We're doing a good job, no complaints this far. It pays enough to keep the apartment.
Most of the night, we're hanging out, just enjoying the night life. Just that some of the Mares and Stallions may be less than thrilled in the morning when they realise the price of their joy.
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I started by slipping into the vest Rarity had made for me, noting my sister Radiant Thunder was just about ready putting hers on.
Before I leave my home, I cast a glance at the image of my mother Flutter Shy, then at the party Pony Pinkie Pie, and finally at Twilight Sparkle who had given me the sparkling gift as we moved out. Thanks to her my hooves now are red, rather than the original black, though they still have the same blue glow to them, just like the rest of me.
Since we are Bat Ponies, we don't need to contend with the crowds on the streets. Now I am eternally thankful for this, even if I guess I could have managed as a regular Pegasus Pony too. Had I been a regular Pegasus, I would have stayed with my parents in Ponyville. Now I never see Flutter Shy, aside from the rare occasions when she comes to visit, or I go to Ponyville to see her.
Naturally I do see both Flutter Shy and Pinkie Pie from time to time. I have to go to Ponyville, which is a bit of a hassle, but I can manage. While I'm at it, I go to see both Twilight Sparkle and Rarity too. Then I could as well see Apple Jack and the Apples while I'm there, couldn't I?
Working with the weather, we still can see Rainbow dash on a weekly basis, which is cool. She still is the coolest of all ponies around, and the only awesome enough to pull off the legendary Rainboom. The how, and the why she can do it was already old news, as we grew up. Maybe that's just as good, and for the best.
What ponies forgot to explain, is just how good a flyer Flutter Shy is. She simply hid it, in order to stay out of the public eye. Anything and everything to escape notice. If it wasn't a matter of emergency. She was always helping some pony of critter all hours of the day, and she still does this.
I recall her singing for me and my sister, she told us, just how much she love singing. Though she was mainly singing for and with her critters, until the day Big Macintosh lost his voice over a Turkey Call competition, just before he was supposed to sing with the Pony Tones, which he apparently still love doing.
I usually check in early in the evening, just to see what the weather is to be like, pulling a few hours off of my weather duties, before I go out, checking which Mares and Stallions will be out this night. Going out early give me a chance to make the best picks.
I pick up a Stallion, or a Mare, then I enjoy the night, knowing how much is consumed. Somewhere in the late night I make the call.
My sister and I keep tabs on who we pick up. We always choose sober ponies. Just as much for our own sake, as for theirs. If they are sober, they'll fair better as they wake up the next day. Just as I prefer to choose my own drinks, if I am to have any. So much fun that way.
We made the mistake of choosing a Mare, or Stallion that had had a few drinks the first week. Not going to happen again, not now and not ever. Gave quite the scare on our end, and they had a murder of a headache the next week too. What the friends and parents said, I have no idea, I never talked to any of them again.
To me, it is a matter of having fun, and a good meal on the side. Causing the pain to the Partner isn't included. I couldn't see them in the eye, ever again after that.
If the pony is really nice, I may even consider paying a good meal for the two of us, which does happen on occasion, just like yesternight. Now, that is a great Mare. Maybe I'll see her again next week, if she is up for it. Maybe I have only seen a Mare, or Stallion twice on two or three times, but it does happen. I guess some of them actually enjoy my company too.
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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.
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I had had a good salad and Iridescent Breeze treated me to a glass of juice, her favourite, apparently. I can't really deny enjoying it, even outside of the situation and company, it is delicious to say the least. I do understand why she paid for it in the first place, even aside from treating me to it. I could have done the same thing in her situation.
As we had finished the meal and drink, we left for a secluded spot, which happened to be the mares' room. I had been actively participating in going there, even if it initially was for her benefit. Just that it had taken me into a place I never had dared to see. It is something I had never expected, but found a fancy for and turned into an exciting moment with her. How and why this turned on me, I have no idea, maybe I don't care, or does it really matter in the first place.
I think it started out as a kiss in a dark corner, though she had started to nibble my ear. I know she had started there, but she had slipped down to the back of my neck, the very edge of my mane, just out of sight, where it wouldn't show unless you made a careful examination. Maybe this was part of the excitement.
Maybe it is a reason to re-evaluate my relation to horror stories, or is this a more personal thing with no relevance on outside matters. If my name had drawn her to me, in part due to something her mother did, leading up to who she is, I am not sure, I guess it wasn't all that important. I care about who she is and how she made me feel as she is close to me. She certainly is close to me in ways more delicate then mere distance in a room.
As she closed the door behind us, I gasp, realising it is about to come true. I knew what was to come and was hoping secretly, she would do it. I had enjoyed it from the very first time. Ofhorse I kissed her and she responded.
From there she moved up to momentarily nibble my right ear. It is as if she was following a ritual, a pattern, testing the grounds, though I never cared to stop her. I didn't stop her the first time, not even when she bit down, drawing blood. My blood, that is. I just never saw as much as a drop of the blood either on my neck or on her lips.
Maybe I had gotten used to it, or is it merely my excitement and joy, making me eel the experience all this differently. I had to admit, I am enjoying it and more so than I had dared to hope, a mere week earlier.
Guess I let out a few moans, then the intermittent sigh in between, as she slowly sucked, lapping up what little initially escaped. Maybe there is something in her saliva that induced the feelings and sensations, I don't know. Why ruin a perfectly exciting moment on that deep examination. I certainly am not an Egghead.
I love enjoying the moment, on the occasions I have set aside for it and this is one of them. Just feeling her tongue sliding over my neck gave me shivers, I couldn't help it. Though I made my best in keeping any noises to myself.
If she ever gave me the impression she was enjoying my noises, I would urge her to take us somewhere more secluded and private. Maybe I should even dare visit her at her home, even if I knew she wasn't living alone.
Just that before going too far down into it, I managed to place several towels under where I stand, just as well be prepared and not leave any traces.
Maybe my name was picking up a new meaning to me. I never had considered it to be quite as literal as it is right now. I know I may have been a sweet and cute little fillie at the time they gave me my name. Just as I had become known for preparing numerous Apple Treats, widely enjoyed among family and friends.
Being a red Pony with Green mane wasn't all that special, now was it. From time to time, I had been to a SPA and had my coat polished up to a nicely warm sheen, only making the image more living, guess that tied back into what is here and now.
Maybe I could take her to the SPA one of these days, but now I was lost in the moment. There is only the sensations she elicited with her tongue, while still biting.
I know I still did feel her fangs, though it is her tongue that I enjoy. I barely noticed as she withdrew her fangs, maybe due to her still licking for a moment longer, in part in order to make sure there was not a single drop of blood visible. Is it more for my benefit, or to saviour the last drop for herself.
I gathered myself as she slipped her head out of my mane. I guess I was panting at the time, though I soon got back to myself fully, still slightly flushed, as far as I could feel, though the mirror would deny it.
From there, I used the towels on the floor, rubbing it for a moment, before dumping the lot in the bin.
She licked herself around her mouth, as if indicating just how delicious I had been, or merely to make sure not a single drop was seen as we leave.
Author's Note
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Saw that coming, did you?
I just found it inevitable as it turned out, from who they are.
