".....How?"

This is the only thing that the brown pony had to say while laying on the floor of his tiny home on the outskirts of Ponyville. Void of an explanation and full of questions as to what has just transpired. The inside of his home was torn asunder.

There were floods.

There were explosions.

It was chaos.

It all happened so fast, all the brown pony could remember was a blur of grey fuzzy waves assaulting his rooms in a "Black Hawk Down" kinda fashion where even if the memories were brief, they were still enough to trigger a PTSD episode. Ironically enough, the only thing keeping the brown pony from losing his mind is the same thing that caused the damage in the first place. As the stallion laid there flat on his back, on the top of his chest was a small grey bat pony. She was consistently biting and booping his muzzle in a very concerned manner, squeaking at him trying to get him to respond in anyway she could. It was at this point that the stallion knew, if this creature wasn't so adorable, it's race would probably be purged off the face of the planet for being such a hazard.

1 hour earlier

Groggy horse noises is what you'd hear every morning at the start of Domino's day. Just like any other lazy pony he'd lay there and contemplate if he could just stay there, in his bed, under the covers for 24 hours or how ever long it would be until he had to be at work again. It was totally possible in theory considering it was his day off. And it wasn't like he was a pony who wondered what his friends were up too all the time. Unlike others, Domino actually saw his introvertedness as an advantage when it came to situations like this. He could spend entire days, weeks or maybe even months before he had that "I wanna hang out with my friends" idea.

The only thing that seemed to get him out of bed on mornings like this was considered his kryptonite. His all mighty vice. The only conceivable thing that Domino liked so much, it had the potential to leave him broke, homeless, waifu-less (if he had one), insane and dead if he let it influence him too much.

Coffee.

It's a perfect way to destroy you're "be lazy all day" plan if 70% of the liquids you consume have caffeine in it. If you would've told Domino that for a decent chunk of his young stallion life his number one weakness would be "hot bean liquid" when he was a colt who thought he knew everything, he'd just put in his headphones and drown you out with one of Songbirds earliest singles.

So like a tired and resentful junkie, Domino pulled himself out of bed and began to trot to his kitchen to begin his daily routine of cooking meth. Wait.... Oops. I mean making coffee.

What felt like 10 miles later, but was actually just 10 feet later, Domino made it to his kitchen and began to gather the bags of weed to make and smoke a thick ass joint. Wait.... Oops. I meant gather the sugar, K-cup, cream and most importantly, the mug. He had the first 3 items by the instant coffee machine then went to retrieve his mug. He made it back to the coffee maker and noticed something odd right before he pressed the button. He couldn't see the bottom of his mug. It was blocked by what appeared to be a fuzzy stress ball. It goes without saying that Domino was quite confused.

"The hell? How'd this happen?" Domino thought as he peered into the mug. He didn't even know what he was looking at. Fuzzy stress balls didn't exist. He was like 80% sure. So.... what was it? He couldn't just touch it. What if it was a pipe bomb disguised as a ball of fluff? You gotta be smart and elusive to be a terrorist right? Well... a successful one anyway. And then Domino had another thought. Thanks to a video he saw on HorseTube, he began to consider that maybe it was one of those spider sack things that spawn a million tiny baby spiders in an instant. Granted, the ones he saw on HorseTube were substantially smaller. But this just made Domino consider that maybe the mama spider was extremely pregnant and just so happened to lay a sack that has a million times a million of baby spiders from hell. If that was indeed the case then Domino would have to burn his house down immediately.

One ridiculous thought lead to another and then another. All of them passing through his mind like Equestria's most unpleasant slideshow while still peering into this mug at this random ball of fluff. A few more moments passed and then Domino got an answer. Out of nowhere, the ball of fluff started to fidget and shift its position. Ears emerged. Then eyes. Then a snoot. He was now looking at a tiny face that was looking right back up at him.

Whatever this thing was, It smiled at Domino and gave off an audible "sqeak" moments after eye contact. "So... do I still need to burn down my house?" Domino thought to himself. And then hooves appeared and, with no pause at all, went straight into this things mouth. "Wait, it has hooves??" Domino noted. It seemed to just be nibbling on them in a very adorable manner. But as cute as this was, Domino was still confused. Concerned, even. So he turned the mug upside down. The creature slow but surly fell out and into Domino's hoof and landed with another squeak. This thing was about the same size as Domino's hoof and was built just like any other pony. It had a tiny light blue scarf to match it's blue mane which fell to the right side of this small pony's face. It also had tiny sharp fangs and vertical pupils like a cat. It was only until Domino spotted the wings on the sides of this thing till he knew what he was looking at. The wings on the sides of this creature weren't thick and feathered like pegasus wings, but thin and leathery like the wings of a bat. Domino was looking down at a tiny bat pony.

Domino has never seen a bat pony in person before. But he has heard that some ponies like to keep them as exotic pets. (Kinda like how some people have snakes for pets in real life) A quick lift of the tail later, he also found out it was a female. "Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!" She was very excited to see Domino apparently. Hopping up and down in place as she eagerly reached her tiny front hooves for his face even though she was being held 5 inches away from him and could just simply jump over and latch herself on to his muzzle.

She is adorable. There was no doubt about that. Domino caved in a second to this small bat ponies demands. So her held her close enough to his face so that she could reach whatever it was that she was reaching for.

Boop

"Bah!"

Domino pulled back. The boop was so sudden that he couldn't help but give that reaction. Frustrated, he rubbed his snout. Sternly looking at the tiny bat pony as if to say "I'll murder you if you do that again." This reaction was short-lived though, as the small bat pony just stared at Domino with its tongue out and making purring noises. She seemed to be quite proud of herself.

"Blep"

"Don't you blep me..."

Domino continued to rub his snout, still trying to figure out what to do in his current situation. She had on a tiny scarf that fit her perfectly so she had to belong to somepony. How she got in his house and decided to sleep in his coffee mug out of all things was no longer the issue at hoof. Now he just had to figure out who she belongs to.

Domino lived on the outskirts of Ponyville. So it's very hard trying to figure out who she came from when you lived on the outskirts of a town that wasn't even that big to begin with. There was one road that went by Domino's house. One direction going Southwest and the other direction going Northeast. Northeast was the way to Ponyville. Southwest was the Whitetail Woods but you had to trot for like an hour and a half to get there. He never went to the Whitetail Woods but he always believed that if he had the walk in that direction, he'd have to stay very close to the river because he didn't want some Diamond Dogs to snatch him up. He heard what happened to Rarity and he was sure that being gang-banged against your will was a lot less glamorous than it seemed at first. There was a very slim chance that somepony was leaving Ponyville going to the Whitetail Woods, so he just defaulted to thinking that somepony was leaving the Whitetail Woods going to Ponyville. So he figured he'd go there and start asking ponies have they seen the owner. It was coincidental too because Domino had to go there anyway and pick up more K-Cups.

Now that he had a plan, he had to figure out what to do with this small bat pony in the meantime. He didn't really know if it was okay to leave her alone in his house so he was kind of drawing a blank on what to do next. But then he remembered he had a hat rack near his front door and bat ponies usually hang themselves off the sides of things. That's what daytime television told him anyway. So he walked over to his entrance where the hat rack was and held the small bat pony up to it. And just like he saw on TV, the bat ponies instincts took over and she promptly hopped over to the nearest hook and proceeded to hang herself upside down by her tail. While still biting on her own hooves.

"There you go...."

"Squeak!"

Domino needed a temporary name to call this thing. He felt bad just calling it "Bat Pony" over and over again. That would be like calling Epic V and Aurora Dawn "Yellow Pony" and "Scouter Face" all the time. He wondered for a moment of what name he should come up with while the small bat pony was happily swinging back and forth, squeaking through her hooves.

fwoop

"Woah! What the hell?"

Out of nowhere, the tiny bat ponies fur just randomly stood on end. And Domino thought she was pretty fuzzy before, now she just looked like a cotton ball with a tail and the front half of a ponies muzzle.

"Aww! That was cute. And a little unexpected..." Domino said with a slight smile on his face and a hoof up to the side of his head still trying his best to comprehend what's happening.

"Hmm... Why don't I just call you Floof?" She seemed to like the name judging from her happy squeaking immediately after.

"Pretty fitting name right?" Domino said quickly scratching her ears for a moment causing her to nuzzle his hoof.

One thing was for certain, he couldn't spare much more brain power without caffeine in his system. It was nothing short of a miracle that he came up with the plan he just came up with. Coffee is to Domino as spinach is to Popeye. Or that's what he told himself at least. With that he walked away from Floof and moved to the other side of the room to continue making his coffee but not before washing it out first.

Sugar. Creamer. K-cup. Placed. Press. And in seconds, the coffee started pouring.

vrrrrrrwuuurrrr

Well that was strange. The sound that the coffee making machine was making was now making a totally different sound. "What the?" He quickly opened the the hatch of the coffee machine but everything seemed fine

WUUUUUUUU

It got louder and louder. He didn't know the source of the issue but he knew the issue was close. In a fit of panic Domino started to open all the cabinets below the sink, thinking the culprit could be down there. After opening swinging cabinet door, he found the source and instantly wishes he was wrong. Turns out that was the sound of solid steel bending and giving way from nothing but physical force. He was looking at Floof. The same Floof he just put on the hat rack a few feet behind him moments ago. She was biting the cord that was hooked up to the water pressure control valve. He doesn't know how she got there so fast. She must've trotted through his legs without him noticing.

You ever have one of those moments where time seemed to slow down right before shit hit the fan? So you pick up on some of the most mundane details of all time? Like right before you witness somepony step on a landmine, everything slows down to a crawl and you're vision gets substantially better so not only can you see the mine compress under the pressure of their hoof for a moment, you can also make out the last expression they had on their face before their entire being was blown asunder right before you as the chorus from Say Something by A Great Big World plays in the background? This was one of those times.

It was like Domino became the protagonist in an over the top action movie. Floof bent the pressure valve to the ponit of having hot and cold water jet out from the wall behind it like a fire hydrant in the dead of Summer. The very last thing Domino saw before he was propelled to the other side of the room like Daffy Duck in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, was Floof being blasted off to the coner of the cabinet with the happiest expression on her face. She seemed very proud of the fact that she almost murdered him with high water pressure. And then that was it. Just a loud thud and then darkness.

..............

vmmmm

..............

vmmmmm

"..Uuughhhh. ....My head..."

vmmmmm

Domino awoke to another sound he was too dazed to identify. Finding himself laying on the floor of a flooded kitchen. It took a few moments but he slowly and surely made his way to his hooves. He was clutching his head with one hoof and scanning the kitchen through squinting eyes.

vmmmmmmm

He could only make out rough shapes and bright sources of light. He was just hurled across the room into the wall across from the sink and collided with it head first after all. It's a miracle he didn't inherit severe brain damage from the impact. Shuffling his way back up on his four hooves in the shallow puddle of his kitchen, the image before him became clearer and clearer. His microwave is on. And something was inside.

"Gaahhhh... Shit.... What now...?"

The figure in the microwave wasn't an object. Even though that was a lot more preferable to what was actually inside it. Domino rubbed his eyes imminently after he finished rubbing the back of his head. His vision restored, he could see that Floof was inside the microwave. Not only was Floof inside the microwave, but she had somehow turned it on from the inside out. As ridiculous as that seemed, it definitely wasn't the current issue at hand. The microwave was giving off this very unsettling cracking sound while white lightning was a radiating off of Floof. A moment after he became aware of what was happening, his body was overcome with adrenaline. He was in no condition to run across the room. Hell, he was barely in any condition to stand. But he did both regardless of the circumstances.

He was witnessing a creature melt in his microwave right before his eyes. He had to save her. Even though the questions piling up in front of him seemed to grow and multiply with each passing minute he spent with this tiny bat pony. He made it to the door of the microwave in record time. But the only thing he could make out was her smiling and noming her hooves before everything went white.

1 hour and 37 minutes later

"Ow... Ow.... Ow...."

Every step he took with one of his right hooves hurt. In fact, putting any kind of pressure to most of the right side of Domino's body hurt.

"Ow.... Ow..... Ow...."

Domino was coming to the outside of Ponyville. He saw the tiny bridge in his view. He was taking his time limping there as the right side of his body was covered in soot, and he had a gash on the back of his head. Thankfully the wound stopped bleeding a few minutes ago. Now all that remained was a trail of dried-up blood going down the back of his head and stopping at the middle of his neck.

"Ow... Ow.... Ow...."

Domino had a shopping list in his hoodie pocket. Due to recent events, he had go shopping now. On top of his mane, curled into a ball was Floof. Fast asleep. Not a care in the world. Not only was there a flood in Domino's cottage now, the microwave exploded and made a hole in the side of his cottage. He had his sights set on Horsemart. A giant superstore for ponies. He also knew somepony who worked there who he was hoping to give him a pretty steep discount.

It wasn't going to be easy. The guy working there was kind of a dick. But it's one of the very few options he had.

Author's Note

Read and enjoy!

I hope I made you laugh!

Criticism is not only appreciated, it's heavily recommended!