Chapter 6
>Day One-month-since-you-cried-like-a-little-bitch-for-the-first-time in Equestria.
>You are Anon, and you’ve been living with Arid Star – A female bat-pony that you had “found” in the middle of the Everfree forest.
>At first, it hadn’t been terribly easy to get used to live with someone who jumped at every opportunity to nibble some blood out of your vessels, but at the very least it was less scary by now.
>Rather than trying to escape your doom, you figured that just accepting it and going on with your life was the best choice of action. Arid Star and you had made a simple deal: Whenever you ate, she ate – of you.
>That way you could try to forget that you had a pony-sized leech on your back, stinging you with her fangs while you ate breakfast or dinner.
>Having a leech for a room-mate did well to make you cut down on eating snacks though, as it gave her less excuses to withdraw some juice from your internal blood bank.
>All you needed was the motivation to get yourself fit in shape, and you would be able to dazzle girls with your imaginative six-pack – Not that there were any girls to impress anymore.
>You were getting slightly lonely by every day that passed. Arid Star did well to brighten up the day on rare occasions. Sometimes she’d do something you found utterly cute, and at other points she’d suggest something brilliant.
>Like the time she gave you the idea to make a makeshift shovel out of branches and a sharp stone Arid Star had found when she went on one of her many trips into the forest (you didn’t question what she did in there, but she always came home with a frown on her face – until she saw you – then she drooled!)
>You had used your lust for water with Arid Stars natural hearing ability to find a underground pond that was surprisingly close to the surface.
>you figured this had something to do with living at the vicinity of the forest – roots needed to drink water just like you did.
>You also learned that Arid Star kept calling water for ‘Cheat-Blood’, since it was the only other liquid she knew you could drink without the fear of death approaching you.
>You found that utterly cute. She would always pout and make a scene when you made her take her weekly bath.
>Sometimes you’d even break into a fight with her – Having to subdue a bat-pony was usually easy when you weren’t tired.
>The trick was to catch her though, and boy did she use those wings as an unfair advantage! She’d make summersaults in the air and wiggle her way out of a pin-down by flapping you both up in the air.
>Yet she knew that she would always loose in the end – You were her source of sustain. She would rarely leave you for more than an hour in fear of losing you(r insides.)
>Maybe she enjoyed a fight every now and then? You couldn’t deny that it had a certain tone of fun, bat-tering about with the bat-pony.
>You hate yourself for the bat pun you just made.
>2muchbatp0ny4u.
>You stop yourself from daydreaming as you hear a quiet squeak of the floor behind you.
>You lounge yourself to the ground as Arid Star flies over you and tumbles into the wall and lands upon the kitchen table.
>’I told you to stop doing that, Arid Star!’ you roar out at her as you fumble up to your feet again.
‘B-but Anon I can’t help it! I -need- to hunt every now and then!’
>She mumbles behind tucked lips as she sits herself on the table, shaking her wings a few times to reposition them properly.
>’if you want to go hunt, there’s an entire forest right behind us – AN ENTIRE FOREST’ you holler.  This was one of the things that really were getting on your nerves.
>For reasons unknown to you, she’d attempt on a daily basis to overpower you and drink you to her hearts content, even though you had agreed to eat at the same time. She would rather play cat and mouse with you, than go out hunting in the forest that she probably knew better than you knew your own house.
>Arid Star simply sits there, on top of the table and fidgets with her hooves as she looks down on the ground. Her unkempt mane hangs down over her, making her look more miserable than you had ever seen her before.
‘I knooooow.. But, I can’t really. There’s just. You just have more blood, totally!’
>She says, mumbling softer and softer for every word she spoke. You must’ve hit some sort of nerve in her to cause her to react like that.
>You feel an arrow of guilt pas through you – Maybe you had yelled a bit too harshly towards her this time. You were about to go closer towards her when an enormous ‘THUD’ filled both you and Arid’s ears.
>You yelped, she screeched. 
>It was like an Opera of shit-sounds.
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>You are Celestia, and you have just arrived at the Alienate’s house.
>Also, your ears are ringing from a booming screeching and yelling
>you heard not one voice, but two?
>But wait, there’s more! As you walk with a light step towards the house, you see two silhouettes through a window – One of them was clearly the Human, but the other reminded you more of-
>It reminded you more of one of your subjects!
>SUNBUTT TO THE RESCUE!

>You are Anon, and OH MY FUCKING GOD THE ALICORN IS HERE AND IT’S RUSHING TOWARDS YOU AND DOOM IS APPROAHCING AND YOU CAN DO NOTHING TO STOP IT OH HOLY HELL WHAT SHOULD YOU DO NOW FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-
>Celestia crashes through the window, spergling her entire body mass everywhere as she flies directly into you and Arid Star.
>It would probably have looked hilarious to see a Bat Pony, a princess and an alien flop about mid-air as if the bass had been dropped.
>As the dust clears and lands damply around the house, you find a large, sharp horn right at your throat – poking it ever so lightly. As you peer up, your eye connects with a being that could move the sun at her own free will.
>Oh boy, had this turned out to become bat-shit crazy.
>A pun now?! Really!??
>The Goddess stares at you with eyes that alone could kill lesser beings. You could feel every fiber of your body being judged harshly, prejudice spilling everywhere (lol, pre-juices STOP THAT ANON.)
>You felt molested by this happening, and it felt eternal. Then happened something that would have caused you to burst out laughing, if you weren’t sure that would make you impale your own throat into the sword-sharp horn.
>From behind, Arid Star had done one of her signature surprise attacks and bit her fangs into Celestia’s rump, making the princess of the sun widen her eyes and turn around sharply (you skittered away the instant the horn wooshed away from you.)
>Arid Star hang on tightly to Celestia’s rump as the celestial being was attempting to buck her off in the confusion.
>She was successful, making the poor Bat pony fly unwillingly into the wall, again.
‘What in my name is going on here?!’
>Celestia howled, exhaling sharply from her snout as she glared at her rump, and then back at you. You wanted to snap back at her, demand to know who in their right mind would charge directly through your fuppin’ window and aim their narwhal-horn straight at you.
>But you figured back-talking to a divine being wouldn’t be the smartest choice of action right now so you merely stared weakingly at her, trying your very best to appear as unworthy to kill as possible.
>Daily reminder: You are a bit of a bitch.

>You are Celestia.
>You hadn’t been angry for a very, very long time – but somep0ny had seen itself arrogant enough to bite your rump.
> Your royal flank.
> Your sun butt. 
>Your ass.
>You were heavily pondering about doing the taboo of murder towards this human – Why was a pony here with him? Had he gone against your words? Had the spell not worked efficiently? Your multicolored mane had a speck of blood on it, which made you look back at your worshipped behind.
>Upon it sat two small holes from a pair of fangs, a little trail of blood flowing down, mixing with your pristine-white coat.
>You started to dread what had caused those two holes to appear. Your eyes widening as your fears was realized.
>Behind you laid a pony with fangs barred at you – her leathery appendages stretched out, ready for fighting. She was ready to pounce back on you. To a critter, it might have looked scary – but to you it merely looked pathetic.
>Your mind starts to reel as old, painful memories flashes back inside of you.
>Your sister.
>Loneliness.
>Crying.
>Then, the Unthinkable.
>Something that so very few knew about.
>Something that was even worse than your sister’s transformation.
-
>You are Anon, and you feel like you just witnessed a cliché foreshadowing.
>You don’t care, you’re alive – that’s all that matters right now. Pissing a divinity off and living to tell the tale was not something many people had experienced in any sort of life.
>You really like living – you really don’t like dying.
-
>You are Arid Star, and you are not sharing!
>’Anon is mine, not yours! I found him first!’ you peep out at her. You were way too used to this in the forest. Every time you would actually catch something, some bigger animal would scare you off and take your prize from you.
>Not this time! No! Sometimes, a lady would have to put her hoof down and show just who had the coat on!
>You lunged towards the big meanie-butt and attempted to bite her once more, but you quickly found yourself hovering uselessly in the air.
>The big meanie-butt’s hair was ensnared around you, holding you down as tightly as a clamp. Slowly she hovered you closer to her, her big, endless eyes staring right into yours. You squirmed about in her grasp for a while longer, before she turned her head towards Anon.
‘Human, where did you find this filly?’
>She lamented with a lowered voice – The angry fumes had seemed to run out of her, transforming her posture and aura into a more serious, serene one.
>Anon started to explain just how exactly you met one another – You didn’t really find his story true, though! You totally hadn’t knocked him unconscious, or sucked him dry out in the midst of the cavern.
>At least you hadn’t when you were in the grasp of something far stronger than you.
>After Anon finished with his tale, the big-evil-meanie-of-butts turned herself head back towards you.
‘Do you know who I am?’
>She whispered. You shook your head violently towards her – You’d have seen something like her in the forest so many miles away – her coat was even easier to see in the dark than yours! Especially with that silly mane of hers that currently wrapped around you like a snake.
>She sighed breathlessly as the coiled mane around you started to unfold, letting you skitter over behind Anon!
>If this was going to turn out for the worse, you would have to use him as a shield – better be a hungry filly, without a big blood-pack, than a fatally wounded one lying in a puddle of blood.
>Then again, if you had to die – you would prefer to die in a sea of red. Mmmmmn.. blood.
‘Anon. I have thought long and hard about your predicament. You are different, you are unknown to the world, your race isn’t enlisted in our canals of history – You are the puzzle that can’t be solved.’
‘I have however decided to lift this veil of mystery around you. I will let you walk on my domain under two circumstances! For one. I have designated places that you have to visit first, before you get to roam freely. You will learn about my subjects, and the history that they have endured.’
>She produces a scroll from pure nothingness, words inscribing themselves into the paper. 
>You silently wish that you could read as the meanie-butt lets the scroll fly over and into Anon’s hand.
‘Secondly: I want you to bring the filly behind you with you wherever you go. She must never leave your sight. If she disappears from you, then I will make sure that both this world and the world you came from won’t ever hear from you again.
>You noticed Anon gulping harshly as he nodded – He was a bit of a wimp at times like these, wasn’t he?
‘You have a chance here, human. Not only to prove something for me, but also to yourself – Do not waste it’
>She took a last glance at anon, and then behind him – her eyes once more colliding with yours. You could’ve swore she looked at you with saddened, almost teared eyes.
>And with that, she left.
>Through the window – She probably wasn’t very fond of doors.
>You weren’t either.

>You are Anon, survivor of the apocalyptic horse-bird-narwhal. You were going to live to see another day! This made you happy!
>What didn’t make you terribly happy however, was the list in your hand – Why did you need to learn the history of some horses? They couldn’t possibly have a lot to tell beside the fact that they were horses!
>You also had to keep the leech with you – You had briefly hoped that this turn of events would mean that you finally got to get rid of Arid Star. However, fate wasn’t that kind to you.
>But all in all, things could be worse right? At the very least you were not confined to the boring old house, nor to the creepy, everlasting forest.
‘Sooo.. What does the scroll say?’
>Arid Star asks, flapping her wings to look hover up and look over your shoulders. You shrugh lightly and unroll the scroll. It was a long list of names and directions on how to get there. They were marked with simple numbers – Probably a guiding hand on which places to visit first.
>You looked at the top of the list and tried to make out the name.
>’Applee..looosa?’
>APPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOSA!
>You look over at Arid Star, whom merely shrughs in response to your shrugging.
>So much shrugging.
>There was a footnote beneath the name. You coughed and read that out aloud too.
‘Bring lots of water (Arid Star made an audible noise) – Meet up with the Sheriff in town.’
>Sheriff? You were going out on a frontier, it would seem. You were surprised that there would even be such a thing as a prairie in a world as colorful and lush as this one – Then again, you had seen nothing but the castle and your current, immediate surroundings .
>’It’s time to show this world who Clint Eastwood is’ you murmur to yourself, causing the bat-pony to quirk an eyebrow at you. You simply responded by tipping your imaginary cowboy-hat.
>You internally hoped that you wouldn’t end up like John Marston once you got out there.
End Chapter 6