>Be Anon as you trudge through the door of your home after another long night of work.
>Your job as a labourer planting mango trees in Hollow Shades is back breaking work but it pays the bills for your modest home and you do enjoy keeping physically fit.
>As you unfasten and step out of your steel toed boots you breathe a sigh of relief as your feet taste fresh air for the first time in twelve hours.
>Stepping into the kitchen you open the fridge which is mainly empty except for a case of cheap  domestic  beer.
>You grab a couple of cans, cracking one open you take a long satisfying sip while walking over to the couch to plant your tired ass down.
>Spreading your legs apart in a relaxing position you place the unopened can of beer on top of your crotch where it waits as you tilt your head back to finish its brethren and then proceed to turn on the tv.
>Throwing the fallen soldier onto the ground with a hollow clink you crack open the spare and start flicking through channels.
>“Miracle Mare Mango Makeover!” *click* “Hollow Shades Home Renovation” *click* “So You Want To Marry A Mango?” *click, click, click*.
>All hope of finding a decent show to watch begins to fade as you give the remote a tired click.
>Fiery Explosions erupt on the screen in spasmatic display as the sound of a distorted guitar riff shreds its way into your eardrums.
“Scree Stadium™, fuck yeah!” you shout to an empty room.
>As a rush of pure adrenalin pumps through your veins your heart begins frantically beating in excitement.
>How could you have forgotten? It’s Friday and this week’s episode of Scree Stadium™ the hit show that pits batponies against each other in a massive bloodcurdling scree orgy to battle for honour and potential mates.
>This week is one of the most anticipated matchups in history with bats from Hollow Shades and as far away as the Badlands participating for eternal glory and the top choices of the sexiest mare poon-tang around.
>You haul your ass off the couch and make a mad dash to the fridge to grab the whole case of beer, not wanting to miss a second of the upcoming battles.
>Planting yourself back down onto the couch with your two four of beer, you strip down to nothing but your boxers and lean forward intently as the opening ceremonies begin.
>The stadium erupts in applause as two rows of batponies proceed inside with each bat in the front carrying a banner, one for Hollow Shades, the other for the Badlands.
>The bats circle around the field inside the stadium and proceeded to a halt as a mare enters. 
>Walking up to a wooden podium with a microphone stand perched atop she begins to scree the national anthem as the batponies fall silent in respect, Top Bat hats taken off and held in their hooves up to their chests.
>You take this opportunity to crack open another beer and chug it down, savouring the rank flavour as it pours down your tongue and into your throat.
>Listening as the final scree of the mare which pierces through the stadium you relax as the hairs on your arms and neck cease to stand on end.
>Regrouping the Batponies proceed to either end at the edge of the stadium. The Badlands bats looking quite overwhelmed by the representation from Hollow Shades.
>The voice of an announcer cuts in enthusiastically as the competition begins. 
>”Aaaaah mares and gentlecolts wuheeeelcome to the the 55th annual scree stadium competition.”
>The two opening contestants take to the field and proceed to face each other and bow as a referee flips a coin to see who will screech first. 
>Pointing a hoof to the bat on the left the referee retreats further back as the two foes begin. 
>With chest heaving out inhaling air into his lungs the bat on the left opens its mouth wide and let’s loose a magnificent bloodcurdling scree.
>The bat on the receiving end buckles down as his legs begin to wobble from the sonic assault, a pained expression etched on his face as the scree slowly fades away into the night air.
>Quickly recuperating he launches a sudden offensive, surprising his adversary with a lightning fast screech.
>Unprepared for the vicious assault the bat collapses onto the ground fainting as the crowd cheers the victor.
>Life cannot get any better than this as you sit watching the batponies on tv shriek in each other’s faces and sip away at your beer.

>You are Lullaby just leaving your job foalsitting.
>As you start walking you begin to dread coming home. What if anon was mad at you for what happened? You hadn’t exactly asked his permission to feed from him… But he did seem to enjoy it he even started to rub your teats before passing out.
>Your rear end began to burn at the thought of finally being intimately touched by a male. How he caressed your flanks as you took from him. How your nipples rose and the blood flowed forth down to your nether regions.
>What if he knew you’d been stealing his dirty work shirts to wear whenever the opportunity arose? 
>What if he knew you’d accidently fallen asleep in his bed, how you’d crawled up against him wanting to feel close to someone?....To feel loved and desired.
>Remembering the metallic taste, the adrenaline that poured out with his blood had heightened your senses making you pant…and how your insides had squirmed.
>Now hesitantly standing at the entrance of your home you quietly open the door to creep in unnoticed.
>You feel like a whore sneaking away in the early morning hours in shame after a booze filled one night stand.
>As you tiptoe through the hallway you notice anon sitting on the couch watching some tv show, surrounded by empty beer cans.
“At least his mind isn’t occupied on wondering why I’m home later than usual” you think while making your way into your bedroom to lie down and sulk.
>Lying in bed with your eyes closed you try to go to sleep but your mind keeps wandering back to the night before. The loud cheers in the living room coming from Anon weren’t helping either.
>Frustrated and horny you get up out of bed and begin to rummage through your closet for something to make you feel better.
>You find the box buried deep within and open it to reveal the contents, a see through silk nightgown with fur collar and a pair of silk socks, all matching the hue of your mane and tail. 
>Picking up a sock you sensually slide it up your leg, loving how the elastic cut it to your thigh and further accentuated your flank.
>After pulling the remaining sock on you stick a foreleg through the nightgowns sleeve and slide it over your back, feeling the luxurious fur on your neck.
>Pausing you take a look into the closet mirror at yourself.  
>You loved how even though you spent most of your time walking around naked clothes made you feel and look so sexy as you stared at your body which was mostly covered except for leaving your crotch bare.
>Sliding back into bed you wrap yourself underneath the covers and try to focus your thoughts away from Anon, unaware of the wet spot that was now forming on the bed sheets.

>You are Anon now feeling quite drunk as a dozen and a half empty beer cans lay littered overtop of the coffee table.
>The moment you had been waiting for had finally come as you sit on the edge of your seat watching the two finalists stand inside the arena.
>Not a sound was heard in the stadium as the crowd waited in anticipation for the champion to be declared.
>You look at the two remaining bats. One by the look of him was obviously from Hollow Shades but the other had more of a red sandstone coloured coat with a dusty, tan mane which reminded you of your leather work boots.
>He appeared bulkier too compared to the more lithe, athletic looking stallion from Hollow Shades.
”Must be from the Badlands” you think as the referee flipped the coin and pointed at the Hollow Shades bat to begin the match with the first scree.
>Anchoring his hooves into the ground the Hollow Shades bat lowered his head and shot forth a powerful screech aimed towards his opponent.
>The mane of the Badlands bat blows backwards slightly as the attack is easily shrugged off.
“Holy fucking shit!” You shout at the tv while jumping up off the couch, spilling some of your beer onto the carpet.
“What a badass badlands motherfucker.” You say to yourself as the Badlands bat counters with a shriek of his own which makes the bat from Hollow Shades take a step backwards. 
>The fight continues with both opponents playing against each other’s strengths and weaknesses, Hollow Shades relying on finesse and agility while the Badlands relied on brute force alone.
>You had never seen anything like this some bats in the crowd were actually covering their ears whenever the Badlands bat screeched.
>Both opponents were now panting and covered in sweat as the match reached the 20 minute mark.
>With a steely look of determination the bats lock eyes with each other and simultaneously scree.
>The television camera begins to vibrate as the sonic waves collide and dust covers the inside of the arena obscuring the view.
>You wait patiently for the outcome. The suspense is killing you, this has to be one of the most amazing things you’ve ever seen.
>As the dust settles your eyes pick up the forms of the bats lying on the ground appearing to have been both knocked out.-but wait!
>The Hollow Shades bat still stood on all four hooves having crouched underneath the opponent’s wave and aimed his scree upwards.
>Lying down knocked unconscious and defeated was the bat from the Badlands, appearing to have soiled himself.
>Loud cheers erupt from the audience as the crowd goes wild.
>The Hollow Shades bat stands up on his hind legs clutching his forelegs together he shakes them in triumph.
“Someponies getting laid tonight” you shout as you down another beer.
>Glancing up at the clock you realise how late it is and decide to call it a night as you turn off the tv and leave the mess of empty beer cans on the table to be cleaned up tomorrow.
>Drunkenly you strip naked and sway your way into bed to lie down as your thoughts began to stir thinking about the night before.
>You’re still slightly confused by Lullabys actions she was always such a quiet, kind, mild mannered pony. It hadn’t really mattered that she was in your bed when she had her own to sleep in. You were too damn tired to really care and she was nice and warm to snuggle with….. But then the blood thing.
>As she took you while lying in your bed sheets, she took you very softly… and took you underneath the bedroom light, and held you very softly.
>Just like your soul her face did shine, even though your mind felt blown.
>Was this the type of love, a much better kind? When you were on your own?
>Restless you manage to roll over into a more comfortable position and fall asleep.

>You are Lullaby as you awake to find your bed soaking wet with moisture. 
>Getting up you wonder what was spilt when you feel the burning heat coming from your loins. 
>Reaching a hoof down you feel the inner fur between your legs covered in wetness and your tail matted and damp.
>You blush deeply at losing control of your body like this, how you intensely craved to be touched by someone other than yourself.
>Closing your eyes you fantasise about anon satisfying your needs, wrapping you tightly in his arms so you don’t feel so alone in the world.
>A clear drop of sex lube drips down your legs and your genitals engorge and open slightly in invitation as you grit your teeth in sexual frustration.
>Mind clouded in lust you listen carefully for any signs of Anon still being awake as you head out the door and down to his bedroom.
“I just want to lie down beside him for a little while and feel his body” you can barely think straight as carnal feelings flow forth from your sex.
>Opening the door you pause and stare at anon hoping that he is asleep as you see his chest slowly heave and fall from underneath the blanket.
>With your batpony stealth you slowly creep up to his bed, heart beating with adrenaline for fear of waking him up.
>Lifting up the blanket you wriggle underneath inch by inch until you’re up against Anon’s leg.
>You take a long deep sniff, savouring his sweet masculine scent of sweat, dirt, blood and alcohol.
>Wrapping your forelegs carefully around Anon’s leg you clutch him up to your chest in a tight embrace and rest your head against him.
>Slowly you open your legs apart feeling the fresh air as your radiated insides churned. 
>You begin to gyrate your hips against him rubbing your inner thighs along Anon as you pleasured yourself.
>Rhythmically squeezing your legs tightly around Anon your inner lips brush against his skin. 
>Biting your lip blood flows from the sharp fangs as you attempt to stifle your moans.
>Your dry hump had now turned into a wet hump as fluid is expelled onto Anon’s leg.

>You are Anon waking up soaked in sweat wondering why it suddenly got so hot in the bed as you stick a bare arm outside the blanket hoping to cool off a little bit.
>Suddenly the feeling of a slug crawling across your leg leaving a trail of sticky hot slime overcomes you as something is felt holding your leg down.
>Half asleep and panicking at whatever was grabbing onto you, you violently shake your leg until whatever held on released itself and you finish with a hard kick, punting it out of the bed and onto the floor.
>Jumping out of bed you expect to do battle with some slime creature from the depths of hell only to find Lullaby dressed in some kind of lingerie lying dazed on the floor and covered in spunk.
>Realising what she’d been doing you cradle your hand under her soft bottom as you lift her up onto your chest facing you.
>She looks up at you with sad watery eyes, her lips trembling  and legs spread apart in expectation of instant gratification.
>Holding her firmly down you stop her from frantically grinding against you in need of relief.
>Pushing her legs closed you turn her around onto her back and gently stroke your hand up and down her pudgy little belly as she begins to sniffle.
“You care about lullaby she’s your friend” you think as you comb your fingers through the hairs starting at the base of her fluffy tail
>Playfully you blow into her ear as she cocks her head and twitches before letting out a quick sneeze as you chuckle.
>Slowly sliding your hand it tapers down her thin waist to engorge in a luscious bottom.
>She tenses up as your hand explores further down. You steady your breathing to a slow relaxed pace to calm and ease her muscles, turning her into putty in your arms.
>Lifting her hindlegs further up into the air you grope at her flanks feeling every curve of her rear end before slowly spreading her legs wide open as a slow sigh escapes her lips in anticipation. 
>Cupping the small breasts located near her crotch you tease around the areolas as her nipples stand rigidly to attention growing hard and expanding in size as you slowly tug and pull on them mimicking a hungry foal.
>Crys and squeaks greet your ears as Lullaby pants at the attention you’re giving her.
>Fingers venturing around into the crack between her flanks you lightly brush in between them making sure not to venture too deeply inside her butt.
>Your eyes glance downwards to see a thin pink line protruding from a mound of soft gray fur. 
>Breaking your sight away from her sex you look deeply into her emerald green eyes as your fingertips move over top of her moist warm entrance rubbing along the fleshy exterior that feels slightly fuzzy and soft like felt.
>She gasps with desire in her eyes as you begin to slide up and down her slit paying special attention to the hard cluster of nerves that poked out erect and bare from in between her legs.
>Running your fingertips around it in circles she lets out shrill short squeaks as her flanks clench tightly.
>Juices now steadily flowing you move your fingers further downwards into her lower lips and are greeted by the tight elasticity of her entrance.
>Slowly you begin to push inwards and feel a tightening around your fingers as her organ attempts to push out the intrusion.
>Lullaby lets out a pained scree as her warm hole wraps itself around your fingers up to the knuckles.
>You then stop, allowing her to recover before slipping back out with a slight schlick, fingers now wet and warm from her hot sex.
>Pushing back in you press upwards into her pelvis and she bucks her hips in aknowledge of your digits hitting the sweet spot.
>Her mouth opens with her tongue slightly sticking out as she begins to drool, eyes now half closed in pleasure.
>The bedroom becomes a humid steam room and fog covers the windows as you enthusiasticly pump your fingers in and out of her hot insides.
>Lullaby’s body begins to spasm and she lets out deep gutteral EEE’s with every thrust of your fingers.
>Unrelenting your fingers dance within her now sopping cunt as they slide in and out with ease from her lubrication as it drips out over her tail and puddles on the bed. 
>Sweat covering her body you can feel her climax building as she tightens her muscles up in anticipation of release. 
>With a final push you drive your fingers deep within her as she clenches and spasms tightly around them, milking your digits and sucking them into the depths of her love.
>Lullaby lets out an animalistic screech which echos through the bedroom as her rutting reaches its peak.
>Fluid rushes forth from inside her as she tightens and pushes her hips into you causing your fingers to slide out covered in sticky goo which you then rub over her tits, soaking her in her own excretions as she quivers and shakes.
>You lay back and watch as Lullaby writhes around in the glow of her orgasm panting like a dog.
>Recovering she flounders and crawls up to your face to plant a soft kiss on your cheek before climbing on top of your head to fall asleep.