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# PonyKeg-Moth Pony: The Mothening Begins

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1. *CLICK*
2. >Your key turns the bolt and grants you entry to your hose on the edge of P0nyville.
3. >Its not much but its home, and right now its all you need.
4. >Works been kicking your ass and the thought of a shower and your bed propels you forward.
5. >Shedding your dirty work clothes you step into the shower.
6. >Emitting a contented sigh as the torrent of hot water washes away the days weariness, you allow yourself some idle thoughts
7. >How and why you ended up in this world of pastel ponies is still a mystery to you and the greatest minds Canterlot had to offer
8. >Even the princesses weren't sure how you came to be in their world, though Celestia had added, you certainly knew how to make an entrance.
9. >Crashing through the roof of the Canterlot castle ball room during an especially important gala...ball thing...to be precise
10. >you did take out Prince Blueblood and the entire dining table in the process
11. >Sadly there wasn't anything that could be done...
12. >For the table that is, Blueblood was back to his crappy self within a week.
13. >You smirk a bit at the thought as you turn off the shower and dry yourself.
14. >Finally settling down for the night you toss and turn for a few minutes trying to get comfortable
15. >One more thing you like more about P0nyville than back home is how quiet the nights are.
16. >No cars, no screaming neighbors, no sketch ass noises coming out of the various alleyways.
17. >Just peace and quie....
18. *scrtch* *scrtch* *scrtch*
19. >One eye shoots open as a sound pulls you from the brink of sleep.
20. >You lie still for a few seconds listening intently
21. >After a minute of silence you shrug it off and start to drift off again
22. *SCRTCH* *SCRTCH* *RRRRIPPPPP*
23. >Okay, you defiantly heard something.
24. >Sitting bolt upright you swing your legs over the side and flick your bedside light on.
25. *scrtch* *scrtch*
26. >Whatever the hell that sound is sounds muffled, but still close by.
27. >You grab your baseball bat from the corner and stalk towards your bedroom door
28. >Silently you tip toe into your living room, bat at the ready.
29. >You don't ever recall the ponies talking much about theft or break-ins.
30. >And Twilight expressed shock and horror over the tales you told her of the great atrocities of mankind
31. >So you doubt the source of the sound is an axe wielding serial murderer but you're not taking any chances.
32. >Your living room is clear, as is the kitchen and bathroom. But the sound persists.
33. >Infrequent enough to make pinning its location difficult, but its definitely inside your home.
34. >What this place lacks in crazy sociopaths it makes up for in wildlife.
35. >you really hope you don't have to club one of Fluttershy's racoons to death or something, better that than something larger and meaner.
36. "Well if its a dragon or a manticore I'd probably know by now" you grimly joke to yourself as you stalk your moonlit house.
37. *ScRTCH* *RIP* *SCRTCH*
38. >The sound again, you jerk your head in its direction
39. >The hall closets door is just slightly ajar, Whatever is making that noise sounds like its inside.
40. >You take a deep breath and hold the bat aloft as you reach a shaky foot out and hook the crack with a toe and swing the door open.
41. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
42. >The best battle cry you can muster rings out as moonlight spills into the closet and illuminates the figure within.
43. >"Hi!"
44. >With the bat still held over your head you freeze in place, well its not a raccoon.
45. >Its a small grey pony...kinda?
46. >The small figure sitting in your closet amongst a pile of clothes stares up at you with a curious expression on its face.
47. >And speaking of its face something about the pony's eyes seems off, gone are the large whites and irises, but rather a completely solid black encompasses the entire eye.
48. >It's wearing feathers on its head almost like anntena? Why would it wear feathers? And why does it look like its wearing a fuzzy scarf? AND WHY THE HELL IS IT IN YOUR CLOSET.
49. >"Are you okay?" the small weird pony asks, It's large eyes track your movement.
50. >Slowly lowering your bat you gently prod the pony-thing with the end of it, the tip disappears into its fuzzy chest.
51. >"Hehe, stop that tickles" the pony giggles as it pushes the bat away with a hoof.
52. "What are you? And why are you in my closet?" you demand as you finally find your voice.
53. >If the pony notices the edge in your voice she doesn't react, and you think its a she, judging by the pitch of her voice.
54. >"Well I'm a Pisces, and I like moonlit walks in the forest and chocolate covered fruits. What about you?" she responds matter-of-factually.
55. >That was not the response you were expecting.
56. "Wait...wha...WHAT?! NO! No no no... WHAT! ARE! YOU?" you ask as you wave your hands in front of your face and up your head to mimic her odd features before pointing back to her.
57. >"Oooooohhhh... I'm a moth-pony!" she replies happily as she stands up and trots out of the closet
58. >You instinctually take a step away from her as she comes fully into view, true to her word she does seem to look like a moth.
59. >What you mistook for feathers and a scarf are indeed antenna and fuzzy chest fur
60. >She stretch a bit and flexes her wings, she has wings! And not the wings that your Pegasus friends have but true insect-like moth wings.
61. >Regaining some of your composure you rest the tip of your bat on the ground as you lean against it.
62. "Look sister, Its way too late for this crap. Now either you tell me why you were hiding in my closet in the middle of the night or I call the guards."
63. >The moth-pony's antennas and ears both droop in unison as she realizes you're not as happy to see her as she is to see you.
64. >"oh.." she says in a small voice "I didn't realize this nest was taken."
65. "Well it is? And I don't take kindly to people breaking into my home and..." your reprimand falls flat as your gaze strays past her and back into your closet.
66. >The pile of clothes she had been standing in show signs of rips and tears, including your favorite jacket.
67. >You push your way past her and fall to your knees as you slowly lift the jacket up to your eyes
68. >The ruins of several other garments are apparent as well as you stare through the hole in the center of your once favored garment.
69. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" you cry.
70. >"Dinner?" she says tentatively.
71. "YOU ATE MY CLOTHES?!"
72. >"Moth-pony" she says in her defense
73. >You throw jacket back to closet floor as you stand up and wheel back around to face your tiny home intruder.
74. "Well Mrs. Moth-pony, is there anything else you'd like to tell me before I kick your fuzzy butt out of my house?"
75. >"Well actually its just Miss and my name's...HEY!" she yelps in surprise as shes abruptly cut off as you grab her around the midsection.
76. >"Oh my, I didn't think it would work this fast!" she says
77. >You have no idea what she's talking about and you don't care, you're kicking this fuzzy little nuisance out of you house then your going back to bed.
78. >As you stomp back to your front door the moth-pony in your arms starts to wiggle.
79. >"Hey wait a minute, that's the door outside! I don't wanna go back out! Its coooolllddd!!" she whines as she thrashes about in your arms.
80. "Hey stop shaking so much and...and...AAAACCCHOOOOOOO!"
81. >Violent sneezes wrack your body as the moth-pony breaks free from your grip and flies back down your hall.
82. "HEY! YOU GET *AAACCCHHOOOO* BACK *AAACCCHHOOOO* HERE!" you say as you try your best to give chase between sneezes.
83. >Unfortunately you give up as you can't stop sneezing, but finally you fight it down.
84. >What the hell, that was worse than the time your buddy dared you to snort pepper.
85. >Speaking of pepper your arms are covered in some...dust? Rubbing a bit of it between your fingers you accidentally inhale some and sneeze again.
86. *AAHHCHOO*
87. >...moth dust... great.
88. >As the sneezing finally stops you carefully, so as not to inhale more, brush the rest of the dust off your arms and shirt.
89. >Now where did that moth thing go?
90. >As if to answer your question you hear soft giggling coming from your bedroom."
91. >You've got to get this pest out of here before she eats the rest of your clothes or makes you sneeze yourself to death.
92. >Swinging open your bedroom door you get ready for round 2 but stop at the sight in-front of you.
93. >Your miniature home invader is sitting on your bed, staring not at you but at your bed side lamp.
94. >A goofy smile is spread across her face as she giggles softly every so often, but otherwise is completely still.
95. "Alright Missy, I'm done messing around. If you don't leave right now this is going to get messy!"
96. >If she heard you she's not showing any indication.
97. "Hey! HEY! Don't ignore me!" you yell as you wave your hand in-front of her face.
98. >Nothing. Her gaze remains fixed on the soft glow of the light bulb.
99. >Finally you reach over and flick the light switch off
100. >The moth-pony blinks a few times before giving her head a small shake and turns her gaze back to you.
101. >"Hi again!" she chirps
102. "Okay, explaining time. Start from the top." you grumble "How did you get in my house?"
103. >"That tunnel on the top of your roof!"
104. "Chimney? Great! Remind me to close the flu."
105. >"Good idea, I don't want to get sick."
106. Pinching the bridge of your nose you continue, "Why were you hiding in my closet? And why did you eat my clothes?"
107. >"I was looking for a new nest and yours seemed nice and there was lots of food in that one small one, it seemed so nice that I wanted to make it my new home."
108. >"But I didn't realize it was already yours but that's okay, it seems like you have a lot clothes to share and you also have this pretty light, which is really neat and.."
109. >Honestly she might be able to give Pinkie a run for her money, you hold up a hand to silence her.
110. "Stop, just.. stop one second. So you snuck into my home, ate my clothes and decided to squat here?"
111. >"Uh huh!" she happily shakes her head in confirmation.
112. "Yeah that's not happening, this is my place, I like living alone, and I don't need a roommate especially not one that's going to eat my socks. You need to go back home NOW!"
113. >"But...but I thought this was going so well...and I don't have a home to go back to... and..*squeak*" eventually her voice breaks into the saddest squeaking noises you've ever heard.
114. >Tears well up in the moth-pony's eyes as buries her head in her fore-hoofs, her antenna shudder along with the sobs that shake her body.
115. >Well...crap. You weren't ready for this. Yeah you're pissed that she snuck into your home and ate your jacket but... goddammit you're going to regret this.
116. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled okay? I'm just kinda surprised to find someone hiding in my closet in the middle of the night..."
117. >Her sobs lessen but she doesn't pull her head up from her fore legs.
118. "...and I guess that you can't stay here" She quickly snaps her head up with a happy gasp, "just for tonight, you can figure out something tomorrow."
119. >Her ears droop a bit at your ultimatum but at least she stopped crying.
120. >"O..okay." she says with a small sniff
121. >"So does that mean I get to sleep in the bed too?" she asks hopefully?
122. You give her a blank stare for a few moments before replying flatly "No."
123. "But you can have the couch, just please don't eat anything else without asking me first?" you plead.
124. >"Okay, I guess the couch is fine. By the way, my names Gray Scale. Whats yours?" she asks looking up at you.
125. "Anonymous. Now if we can wrap this up I really would like to get back to bed." you say as you usher the little grey mothmare off your bed and out of your bedroom.
126. >"Thanks again for letting me stay here Anonymous, and I'll make it up to you I promise!"
127. "Uh huh" you say as you stifle a yawn and close your door.
128. >Literally dropping back into bed, you have little time to ponder your current predicament before sleep overtakes you.
130. >Meanwhile the grey moth pony snuggled up on your couch does some pondering of her own.
131. >"Well he's a little gruff but he seems nice, and he let me stay the night! Thats a good sign? Right?" She asks herself
132. >"Tonight seem'd to get his attention but didn't seal the deal...maybe I need to just release more" she murmurs to herself as she gets comfortable.
133. >The small smile and blush on her cheeks are barely visible in the moonlight as she too drifts off to sleep.
135. I have more planned that I'll work on tomorrow/later today

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*CLICK* >Your key turns the bolt and grants you entry to your hose on the edge of P0nyville. >Its not much but its home, and right now its all you need. >Works been kicking your ass and the thought of a shower and your bed propels you forward. >Shedding your dirty work clothes you step into the shower. >Emitting a contented sigh as the torrent of hot water washes away the days weariness, you allow yourself some idle thoughts >How and why you ended up in this world of pastel ponies is still a mystery to you and the greatest minds Canterlot had to offer >Even the princesses weren't sure how you came to be in their world, though Celestia had added, you certainly knew how to make an entrance. >Crashing through the roof of the Canterlot castle ball room during an especially important gala...ball thing...to be precise >you did take out Prince Blueblood and the entire dining table in the process >Sadly there wasn't anything that could be done... >For the table that is, Blueblood was back to his crappy self within a week. >You smirk a bit at the thought as you turn off the shower and dry yourself. >Finally settling down for the night you toss and turn for a few minutes trying to get comfortable >One more thing you like more about P0nyville than back home is how quiet the nights are. >No cars, no screaming neighbors, no sketch ass noises coming out of the various alleyways. >Just peace and quie.... *scrtch* *scrtch* *scrtch* >One eye shoots open as a sound pulls you from the brink of sleep. >You lie still for a few seconds listening intently >After a minute of silence you shrug it off and start to drift off again *SCRTCH* *SCRTCH* *RRRRIPPPPP* >Okay, you defiantly heard something. >Sitting bolt upright you swing your legs over the side and flick your bedside light on. *scrtch* *scrtch* >Whatever the hell that sound is sounds muffled, but still close by. >You grab your baseball bat from the corner and stalk towards your bedroom door >Silently you tip toe into your living room, bat at the ready. >You don't ever recall the ponies talking much about theft or break-ins. >And Twilight expressed shock and horror over the tales you told her of the great atrocities of mankind >So you doubt the source of the sound is an axe wielding serial murderer but you're not taking any chances. >Your living room is clear, as is the kitchen and bathroom. But the sound persists. >Infrequent enough to make pinning its location difficult, but its definitely inside your home. >What this place lacks in crazy sociopaths it makes up for in wildlife. >you really hope you don't have to club one of Fluttershy's racoons to death or something, better that than something larger and meaner. "Well if its a dragon or a manticore I'd probably know by now" you grimly joke to yourself as you stalk your moonlit house. *ScRTCH* *RIP* *SCRTCH* >The sound again, you jerk your head in its direction >The hall closets door is just slightly ajar, Whatever is making that noise sounds like its inside. >You take a deep breath and hold the bat aloft as you reach a shaky foot out and hook the crack with a toe and swing the door open. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" >The best battle cry you can muster rings out as moonlight spills into the closet and illuminates the figure within. >"Hi!" >With the bat still held over your head you freeze in place, well its not a raccoon. >Its a small grey pony...kinda? >The small figure sitting in your closet amongst a pile of clothes stares up at you with a curious expression on its face. >And speaking of its face something about the pony's eyes seems off, gone are the large whites and irises, but rather a completely solid black encompasses the entire eye. >It's wearing feathers on its head almost like anntena? Why would it wear feathers? And why does it look like its wearing a fuzzy scarf? AND WHY THE HELL IS IT IN YOUR CLOSET. >"Are you okay?" the small weird pony asks, It's large eyes track your movement. >Slowly lowering your bat you gently prod the pony-thing with the end of it, the tip disappears into its fuzzy chest. >"Hehe, stop that tickles" the pony giggles as it pushes the bat away with a hoof. "What are you? And why are you in my closet?" you demand as you finally find your voice. >If the pony notices the edge in your voice she doesn't react, and you think its a she, judging by the pitch of her voice. >"Well I'm a Pisces, and I like moonlit walks in the forest and chocolate covered fruits. What about you?" she responds matter-of-factually. >That was not the response you were expecting. "Wait...wha...WHAT?! NO! No no no... WHAT! ARE! YOU?" you ask as you wave your hands in front of your face and up your head to mimic her odd features before pointing back to her. >"Oooooohhhh... I'm a moth-pony!" she replies happily as she stands up and trots out of the closet >You instinctually take a step away from her as she comes fully into view, true to her word she does seem to look like a moth. >What you mistook for feathers and a scarf are indeed antenna and fuzzy chest fur >She stretch a bit and flexes her wings, she has wings! And not the wings that your Pegasus friends have but true insect-like moth wings. >Regaining some of your composure you rest the tip of your bat on the ground as you lean against it. "Look sister, Its way too late for this crap. Now either you tell me why you were hiding in my closet in the middle of the night or I call the guards." >The moth-pony's antennas and ears both droop in unison as she realizes you're not as happy to see her as she is to see you. >"oh.." she says in a small voice "I didn't realize this nest was taken." "Well it is? And I don't take kindly to people breaking into my home and..." your reprimand falls flat as your gaze strays past her and back into your closet. >The pile of clothes she had been standing in show signs of rips and tears, including your favorite jacket. >You push your way past her and fall to your knees as you slowly lift the jacket up to your eyes >The ruins of several other garments are apparent as well as you stare through the hole in the center of your once favored garment. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" you cry. >"Dinner?" she says tentatively. "YOU ATE MY CLOTHES?!" >"Moth-pony" she says in her defense >You throw jacket back to closet floor as you stand up and wheel back around to face your tiny home intruder. "Well Mrs. Moth-pony, is there anything else you'd like to tell me before I kick your fuzzy butt out of my house?" >"Well actually its just Miss and my name's...HEY!" she yelps in surprise as shes abruptly cut off as you grab her around the midsection. >"Oh my, I didn't think it would work this fast!" she says >You have no idea what she's talking about and you don't care, you're kicking this fuzzy little nuisance out of you house then your going back to bed. >As you stomp back to your front door the moth-pony in your arms starts to wiggle. >"Hey wait a minute, that's the door outside! I don't wanna go back out! Its coooolllddd!!" she whines as she thrashes about in your arms. "Hey stop shaking so much and...and...AAAACCCHOOOOOOO!" >Violent sneezes wrack your body as the moth-pony breaks free from your grip and flies back down your hall. "HEY! YOU GET *AAACCCHHOOOO* BACK *AAACCCHHOOOO* HERE!" you say as you try your best to give chase between sneezes. >Unfortunately you give up as you can't stop sneezing, but finally you fight it down. >What the hell, that was worse than the time your buddy dared you to snort pepper. >Speaking of pepper your arms are covered in some...dust? Rubbing a bit of it between your fingers you accidentally inhale some and sneeze again. *AAHHCHOO* >...moth dust... great. >As the sneezing finally stops you carefully, so as not to inhale more, brush the rest of the dust off your arms and shirt. >Now where did that moth thing go? >As if to answer your question you hear soft giggling coming from your bedroom." >You've got to get this pest out of here before she eats the rest of your clothes or makes you sneeze yourself to death. >Swinging open your bedroom door you get ready for round 2 but stop at the sight in-front of you. >Your miniature home invader is sitting on your bed, staring not at you but at your bed side lamp. >A goofy smile is spread across her face as she giggles softly every so often, but otherwise is completely still. "Alright Missy, I'm done messing around. If you don't leave right now this is going to get messy!" >If she heard you she's not showing any indication. "Hey! HEY! Don't ignore me!" you yell as you wave your hand in-front of her face. >Nothing. Her gaze remains fixed on the soft glow of the light bulb. >Finally you reach over and flick the light switch off >The moth-pony blinks a few times before giving her head a small shake and turns her gaze back to you. >"Hi again!" she chirps "Okay, explaining time. Start from the top." you grumble "How did you get in my house?" >"That tunnel on the top of your roof!" "Chimney? Great! Remind me to close the flu." >"Good idea, I don't want to get sick." Pinching the bridge of your nose you continue, "Why were you hiding in my closet? And why did you eat my clothes?" >"I was looking for a new nest and yours seemed nice and there was lots of food in that one small one, it seemed so nice that I wanted to make it my new home." >"But I didn't realize it was already yours but that's okay, it seems like you have a lot clothes to share and you also have this pretty light, which is really neat and.." >Honestly she might be able to give Pinkie a run for her money, you hold up a hand to silence her. "Stop, just.. stop one second. So you snuck into my home, ate my clothes and decided to squat here?" >"Uh huh!" she happily shakes her head in confirmation. "Yeah that's not happening, this is my place, I like living alone, and I don't need a roommate especially not one that's going to eat my socks. You need to go back home NOW!" >"But...but I thought this was going so well...and I don't have a home to go back to... and..*squeak*" eventually her voice breaks into the saddest squeaking noises you've ever heard. >Tears well up in the moth-pony's eyes as buries her head in her fore-hoofs, her antenna shudder along with the sobs that shake her body. >Well...crap. You weren't ready for this. Yeah you're pissed that she snuck into your home and ate your jacket but... goddammit you're going to regret this. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled okay? I'm just kinda surprised to find someone hiding in my closet in the middle of the night..." >Her sobs lessen but she doesn't pull her head up from her fore legs. "...and I guess that you can't stay here" She quickly snaps her head up with a happy gasp, "just for tonight, you can figure out something tomorrow." >Her ears droop a bit at your ultimatum but at least she stopped crying. >"O..okay." she says with a small sniff >"So does that mean I get to sleep in the bed too?" she asks hopefully? You give her a blank stare for a few moments before replying flatly "No." "But you can have the couch, just please don't eat anything else without asking me first?" you plead. >"Okay, I guess the couch is fine. By the way, my names Gray Scale. Whats yours?" she asks looking up at you. "Anonymous. Now if we can wrap this up I really would like to get back to bed." you say as you usher the little grey mothmare off your bed and out of your bedroom. >"Thanks again for letting me stay here Anonymous, and I'll make it up to you I promise!" "Uh huh" you say as you stifle a yawn and close your door. >Literally dropping back into bed, you have little time to ponder your current predicament before sleep overtakes you. >Meanwhile the grey moth pony snuggled up on your couch does some pondering of her own. >"Well he's a little gruff but he seems nice, and he let me stay the night! Thats a good sign? Right?" She asks herself >"Tonight seem'd to get his attention but didn't seal the deal...maybe I need to just release more" she murmurs to herself as she gets comfortable. >The small smile and blush on her cheeks are barely visible in the moonlight as she too drifts off to sleep. I have more planned that I'll work on tomorrow/later today