Chapter 4
>Be Anon.
>Be tireeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
>Seriously though, you’ve been up for more than an entire day by now. You had started out on a simple quest to wet your tounge with water – However, you were quickly fondled by a squrriel, molested by a moat and became a walking carton of blood for your new found, forced room-mate.
>Wait, the water. YOUR TANKARD.
>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
>You fall to your knees, clenching your fists up against the sky, up towards god. It wasn’t even fair anymore; you had gotten nothing but a stream of bad luck ever since you went out into that darned forest – and for what?! Simply to get a little pinch of water for your now desert-dry tongue!
>God lols at you.
‘Uuuh, Anon, what are you doing?’
>Arid Star asks, peering at you with confuzzled eyes and a raised eyebrow.
>Your house is within sight, and you’re kneeling on the top of a hill. The moon was nowhere to be seen anymore.
>And to add more +points to your tiredness, you were lacking some blood after the whole cave situation.
>’I am trying to figure out where I took the wrong turn’ you mutter nonchalantly, raising yourself from your knees – dusting them off as you do so.
‘Silly Anon, the house is right down there!’
>She says, pointing a hoof towards your house – You put one hand across your other arms wrist in order to prevent yourself from facepalming thy own being to death.
>Arid Star snickers as she happily skips down the hill, and you silently hope that karma pushes her off-balance.
>You scratch the back of your head as your wish is unfulfilled, you kick a rock across the ground as you start to make your own way down – from here on out, things could only get better, since you were at the bottom.
>And then it starts to rain, heavily – Like, a fucking pouring amount of water fathoms down across the entire scenery which a few seconds ago appeared to be so calm and serene.
>But this, this is good! Water! Oh beloved water how I love thee! You quickly open your mouth as god’s piss flows down your maw, pleasing your face and making love to your tongue.
>Arid Star was nowhere to be seen, but the door to your house was now opened, so you figured she’d be in there.
>No time to think of your captor, or how to escape her – for now, water! Lovely, lovely water!

>You are Arid Star.
>You hate Cheat-Blood.
>Even more so, you hate your coat getting wet with that blaspheme-like substance. You liked being dirty, it concealed your scent to other creatures of the night. The only time you’d ever allow some cheat-blood on your coat would be to cool you down on a hot day.
>The second it had started to rain you flew across the grass as fast as you could directly into Anon’s house, you had looked outside the door briefly after you were located in a safe location – only to see Anon dancing around like some sort of insane p0ny.
>Must be a Homoman thing, you figured as you looked around in Anon’s house.
>The house in itself was nothing to write home about (Then again, your cave didn’t really own a mail-box) – but it was quaint enough to live in. It was equipped with a small living room that held a couch and table – a single vase here and there with some flowers in them, and a kitchen with a sink, oven along with a working table. Cabinets and cupboards were scattered across the house too.
>You ponder for a few seconds how electricity gets out here, but doing so would require the author to write up a long, boring explanation of how underground tunnels and wirings works in Equestria.
>Deal with it.
>Looking further into the house, you saw a staircase that led up to two simple, white doors. You figured that would be Anon’s private room, and a bathroom.
>No, we are not talking about the sewer system either.
>All in all, the house was not too shabby compared to your cave – you did miss the feeling of security you had back at your den, though. There, it would always be dark and safely hidden from other prying eyes. You, being a bat-pony, could easily see in the dark – this was all too open and exposed!
>As you peer about in the little house, an idea rushes to your mind.
>A deviously, evil idea.
>’…Keekeekeekeekeekeekee.’


>You are Anon.
>You are completely and utterly soaked, and you love every second of it. The juices of the Alcossion nut was the last thing you had drank, and that was only a few drops before that fucking squirrel had descended on you.
>And now you didn’t really need a bath, you could just go directly to bed.
>Oh how you had missed your bed ever since you came out of that tediously long forest; in fact you had just missed lying down.
>Being a captive of a predator, with vines at your legs and fangs at your neck – you hadn’t felt terribly relaxed while lying down. So that totally doesn’t count.
>You weren’t used to walking around an entire day, not even back home; you were a bit of a shut-in on a day to day basis. You went to the occasional festivity or party every now and then, but you had always been ‘that’ guy.
>And now that you weren’t even allowed to leave the perimeters, you were a shut-in more so than ever before.
>You pranced about in the rain for a few moments more before you walked towards your home; it was time to claim your prize after a hard day’s night 
>Somewhere, The Beatles sneezed.
>Walking inside your house, your eyes slowly began to widen as you took in the scenery before you. First off, there was no Bat-Pony (which was a good thing), secondly – there was dirty trails of hooves eeeeeverywhere. On the ground, on the tables, in the couch – even on the walls! (Fucking wings.)
>The trail led you upstairs, and into your roo- Oh no.
>Oh nonononononononononoononono.
>You quickly blazed up the stairs, almost tripping over one of the steps as you rushed upwards.
>as your hand flew towards the doorknob that led you to your room, you heard the signature snickering that made you halt your assault, deciding to kneel down and look through the keyhole of the door.
>On top of your bed sat the Bat-Pony that threatened your daily day life, wrapped in your beds blanket – the only thing that popped out was her little nose and Quartz colored eye. Her wings shuffled around a bit beneath the covers and she kept snickering to herself every other second as she stared intently towards the door.
>It was preposterous. 
>It was an invasion of your private space, 
>it was high treason! 
>It was unbelievably cute.
> Then you noticed how filthy your bed looked – Branches and dirt spots, littered your bed along with leaves and in the corner, a snail found its way to rest on top of your pillow.
>Now it wasn’t as cute as it was annoying. Sighing, you open the door, only to find the Bat Pony in the home-made ghost costume leaping towards you.
>You snort and step aside, making her fumble out of the room and down the stairs. You felt bad about how you enjoyed seeing that, and then you felt good because she totally deserved that one.
>Walking down the stairs, you heard her groaning rather than snickering, which was a nice change of scenery for you. She didn’t look injured, but the blanket was wrapped around her even more so than before - she looked like a toilet roll with wings and a face.
>’So, what was that all about?’ you deadpan at her as you squat down next to her.
‘Uuuuhmm.. Hunting practice?’
>She coos with a nervous chuckle. You are not impressed, the blanket is completely grime and dust covered now – you don’t have a washing machine or anything in the like here – and washing that thing by hand would take hours, no way were you going to do that when you were as tired as you were.
>You scratch your chin as you look at her, pondering about what sort of judgment you should cast upon your captor. You could just leave her like that, but you were afraid that she’d get mad and bite her way out and start nibbling on you.
>’Well, someone here needs a bath.’

>You are Arid Star, and your eyes are widening in horror – oh the p0-manity, he wants you to take a bath! 
>Cheat-Water! No!
>you struggle about uselessly in the blanket as Anon heaves you up and over himself, carrying you upstairs to the bathroom like a wrapped rug across his shoulders.
>He places you slightly roughly down in the porcelain bathtub – in your panic you start to screech loudly at Anon, a last-ditch attempt to scare him off.
>It’s not working.
>’Anon please! I’ll do anything, just don’t turn the Cheat-blood on!’ you utter helplessly, pouting and looking up towards Anon with big, wet puppy eyes. Surely your feminine charms could ensnare him!
‘Get wrecked.’
>Open the floodgates!
>You bite franticly at your entrapment, but it is all too late – the hot bath cheat-blood flows freely from the hanks, filling up the tub you reside in – The cheat-blood drenching your beloved coat.
>Anon reaches out for a small stand by the side of the bathtub. Upon it lies a single, square box of soap. He quickly rips it open and retrieves the aroma-filled contraption.
>You screech again – your sensitive sense of smell makes the aroma even worse – it smells like simple flowers to the common nose. But to you, it smelt like flowers that attempted to suffocate you with a pillow!
>You could only watch helplessly as Anon went to work with the soap, mixing the soap with the water as it kept pouring in. You had resigned to your fate, but you weren’t happy with it – every time Anon would look towards you, you simply snarled, pouted or barred your fangs at him.
>Serves him right!

>You are anon, and you have a brush.
>Brushie brushie brush brush!
>You would be lying if you said you didn’t find her behavior adorkable right now. She was trying her best to come off as a threatening, mean predator – and sure enough, it had worked at the dark cave in the middle of a shadowy forest.
>But here, in your house, in a bathtub? No way. She mostly looked like a child, denied of its favorite piece of candy.
>’Listen, if you’re going to be my captor. You need to at least smell good, and not leave dirt stains wherever you place yourself!’ you yell over the flushing water, scrubbing the back of her neck.
>You had slowly helped her getting out of the blanket by rolling her around in water – making her even more drenched. 
>You felt sadistic and cruel.
>You felt fantastic.
>You started to scrub the back of her neck more intensely, pouring water over the spot you were brushing every now and then, making sure you got the grime out. You proceed to go further down the back of her coat until you reached one of the wings.
>Wow, it was the first time you had placed your hands upon the p0nys accessories – they felt leathery and soft to the touch. You rubbed it slightly, enticing a with-held moan from the p0ny’s lips.
>You looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. ‘Did you just moan?’
>She looked up towards you from the water filled bathtub, her cheeks flushed lightly in a natural shade of crimson – Denying you a response.
>You answer the silence by slowly letting go of the wing – if it was because it was hurt, or sensitive, then you wouldn’t incline further – Instead, you aimlessly worked your way down to her haunche-URGH!
>A hoof had found its way to your face, again.
‘I can take care of that myself thank you very much!’
>She hollered at you. You had been thinking too much about wings and the fact that she was a p0ny – that you had completely forgotten that she was a –female- bat-pony.
>As you realize what you had just done, you quickly retract yourself from the bathtub. You didn’t want come across as some sort of violator
>And she was a pony of all things. You especially didn’t want –anything- to think that you were a pony-violator, which was just plain weird.
‘I can do the rest myself, just get out!’
>She threw the soap at you – Shit was serious, yo’.
>You quickly excused yourself and left the bathroom, re-entering the bedroom. With a sigh you grabbed a broom from the closet in the far left corner, and started to clean the bat-pony’s mess up.
>You threw the bed-sheets over to a corner, brushing the floor that was littered with branches and all kinds of foresty stuff over towards it.
>You took a look at your pillow, and at the snail that was lying there, taunting you.
>U w0t m8. I’ll duff y op.
>sware on me mum.
>u ‘avin a giggle ther m8?
>You took the snail and flinged it carelessly out of the window.
>It made several summersaults on its way out.
>The snail knew how to leave in style. You’d give it props for that at the very least. You took another look around the room, it didn’t look perfect, but the branches and leaves were all in a pile by the corner.
>You then remind yourself that there’s an entire house downstairs that is still completely in shambles.
>Mr. Bones laughs mercilessly
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>You start to sweep your way downstairs with the broom, making a small pile by the end of the stairs. Suddenly you take a hand up to your head, as your vision starts to become blurry.
>Darkness overcomes you, swallowing you whole.

>You are Arid Star + towel over your mane.
>After Anon had left, you had cleaned your wings quickly and rested in the cheat-blood for a while.
>While you hated the substance, the ample warmth kept you there for a few lingering moments until you got up.
>You were looking at yourself in the mirror; it was a rare chance in the forest to really get a good look at yourself.
>You had to admit, your coat looked far more shining now than before – and your mane wouldn’t be a fuzzy mess once it came out of the towel.
>Your sandy coat was slightly puffed as it dried, it wasn’t the worst look to you – frizzy and wild!
>You proceeded to dry off your tail as you sat in a way which would make a certain mint-colored mare proud!
>Afterwards you slowly popped your head out of the bathroom door, searching for your juice-box.
>You deserved a meal after that whole bathing ordeal – ‘something for something’ you muttered quietly as you went downstairs.
>At the end of the stairs laid anon with a broom in hand. You quickly galloped your way down towards him.
>Anon! Your snack!
>As you rush down towards him, you start to hear the slow, heavy breaths of someone who is asleep.
>It seems like the sod finally caved in to his sleep deprived self as he lied there, no blanket or covers to warm him.
>You bit your lip as you looked at him, you couldn’t just leave him there, he would catch a cold – and then you couldn’t get a snack for Luna knows how long!
>But the entire day had taken its toll on you too – no way could you drag him up to the bed now.
>With a sigh, you slowly get down from the stairs and place yourself beside him.
>You then proceed to let yourself up on top of him, laying your full pony length across him. This was the best you could do to warm him over the night.
>your snack would have to wait till tomorrow.
>Hrmpf!
End Chapter 4