Amber leaves crunch upon the ground, and the smell of pumpkin spice fills every marketplace. It's October, a time of recuperation, scenic strolls, and calm reflection for most Equestrians.The same cannot be said for those of a certain....sunless disposition. The night is alive, and the chilly air feels charged to those cloaked by shadow, bidden by temptation, and bearing that trademark rebellious, nocturnal spirit. For the humble Bat Pony, October means but one thing and one thing only: Breeding season has arrived.https://youtu.be/2Copd2TbNgM?si=JRgdvpUdQLTiCBURWe fear of losing ourselves to the seduction of the Night.
>>40393092>We fear of losing ourselves to the seduction of the Night.I gave in to the Night a long time ago.
What are Bat Pony mating rituals like
>>40393902Very socksual. Also, yay, bat ponies have returned!
Reverse Isaac Newton
>>40393159>>40393332>>40393902Those Bats are StallionsAnd I want to see more
A Bat for spooky month
>>40396453But you can't breed with a bat stallion.
>>40393092Time to bake the bat bread.
>>40397176that's QUITTER talk.
>>40397176The fuck I can't
Punish the bat for their wicked crimes
Bump for BatsI can't and won't let this thread die
>>40399147batpony doesnt suck, batpony scrape and lick
>>40400258handsome, i want to ruffle his hair and call him a good boy
>>40400258>>40400365I want to do a lot more than that to him
Leather fever kicking off again, I see.
>>40400516Do think ponies have terms for having the "fever" for one race? Like if a pony loved unicorns they would have Horn Fever
I love bats
>>40400766Unicorns: Horn FeverPegasi/Bats: Feather/Leather FeverEarth Ponies: Uh, Mud Fever?
>>40401195Bats have some strange appeal. I can't explain it, but it's there.
>Used to have dancing bat pony gif on old computer>Would play Sympathetic Jasper by E. L. Catlin for it to dance to while making comments like "Look at him go" and "Crazy thing" out loudIt's autism, but I enjoyed it.
Bat bump
>>40403791
>>40404735In bat pony 'Questria, bat bumps you.
>>40399147That cone won't stop her from sucking.
>>40399147This >>40406211As a cat owner, I can tell you that cone won't stop her from doing anything. That bat could probably even suck itself if it wanted to. It's more akin to some kinda fashion accessory than an actual functional device
>>40405413
>>40406433>That bat could probably even suck itself if it wanted to.A male one, I guess. A mare though? I doubt that.
>>40408070With a cone like that? I bet she could.
>>40408096But how? A mare has to reach much further to the back to suck herself properly.
>>40408154Don't underestimate the cone.
>bat ponies
>>40408436Yes.
>>40409307Me on the left
>>40409559which left
>>40409580Left on the perspective of the image
>>40409887>I don't biteThat's a blatant lie, isn't it.
>>40409887>I don't biteWhat's the point then
>>40409887>I don't biteThis bat exclusively eats through a straw
>>40410766>Sucks blood through a metal straw with a shard edgeNothing personal, kid.
The bat caught you on lewd patrol.How do you plead?
>>40412951Guilty as Charged
>>40413220Whoa mama.
Bat protec.
>>40414584Bat Attac
>>40396453
he's ready for battle :)
>>40416493But he is armored like a peasant.
>>40410766Valid
>Bat on 10Reeeeeeeee
What happens when bats walk out in daylight? Do they burn to death?
>>40419972Nothing that drastic, but I assume they're more prone to sunburns than most other ponies.
Is a plastic bat acceptable?
>>40420725That is clay
>>40415274Aren't these blades facing in the wrong direction?
>>40419347
>>40409307Making bats
>>40424081Kissing doesn't make bats though.
>>40425350It gets there
If you were a Bat Stallion, who would you take for your beloved Bat Wife or Husband?
>>40393092I THINK BAT PONIES SUCKS
>>40427598My own bat ofc
>>40428766This desu
>>40427598I don't really know many of them, but the one to the upper right with the glasses and the map looks like she's a cutie.
>>40427598One of those things doesn't quite belong there...
>>40429160Luna is an honorary bat.
i did a shitty draw of my baphttps://files.catbox.moe/o9qvew.jpg
Bat baps.
>>40431195No offense anon but her face looks like a dog's.
>>40432191
>>40430365No, the other alicorn.One with Jesus crown of thorns and leaves for wings
>>40435347What's that supposed to be anyway?
>>40436033Bold words from a mare hanging upside down.
bats on 10!
>>40437743Yes.
>>40420725Hnnnnnnngggg I need that!
>>40427598Heartbeat
>>40427598This picture could use a name chart.t. No bat pony thread regular
>9
>>40441154>9
>>40427598Foxglove
>>40439879>creatureOof.
>>40443312Handsome. Blush or no blush.
Bat bump.
>>40444649
what are some good slurs I can call the bats
>>40445919Bloodsuckers?
>>40445919I use "ratwing" in my fics.
>>40445919leatherback?
Speaking of leather, are membrane wings warm or cold? Rough or soft?
>>40447412I would say that they're warm, but not quite body temperature - they likely have blood vessels but less so than the rest of the body and because they're thin, they stay cooler.I'd say about as rough as skin - not abrasive by any means, but it's like getting a full body hug.
>>40447074>leatherbackYOU DISGUSTING VILE CREATURE, YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS SCUM, YOU BRING DISGRACE TO ALL PONYKIND YOU DEPLORABLE [sea turtle], GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT
>>40448961I feel like I'm missing a reference.
>>40449948Now that's an interesting mark. What does it stand for?
>>40449306juden peterstein going full mental and becoming a lolcow
>>40450420He already was a lolcow, he's just becoming more of a lolcow
>>40450070The snake could stand for stealth and lurking, the wings could stand for swiftness and the scroll could be a letter, contract, or scroll, so he could be an assassin, a Mage, or messenger
here, have some ai slop
>>40450429A messenger for confidential documents, maybe.
>>40450070Unlike the other anons, the snake made me think of lies and poison and deceit, and the scroll is easy to associate with a message, which makes me think the talent is something like delivering half-truths, whispering poisoned lies, and the like.Though it would be hard for him to do it with that cutie mark clearly visible and on display. Maybe the first lie he tells everyone is that the snake is for sneaking and he's a stealth messenger, and can definitely be trusted with confidental documents?
I want it so bad
>>40453884Don't you mean you want it so bat?
>>40454432*Badum tiss*
>>40453339What happened to these two?
>>40396453You're a classy motherfucker. I dig it.
>>40424081That begs the question what's more likely. Does a pegasus x bat pairing lead to pegasus foals, bats, or a random mixture between the two?
>>40457400Realistic answer: same as when any other two races breed probably, meaning it'd probably be a random outcome and also might have a chance of skipping generationsThis thread answer: something something bats are genestealer xenos and the bat pony shape is them having morphed to be compatible for pony reproduction to allow population upkeep activities with native ponies, you WILL obtain bat genes
>>40457489I mean, I'd be kinda fine with bat genes being somewhat dominant so that it can make up for their low population, but that's going way too far.
>>40459013My theory is that bat ponies are more introverted and asocial and are more intimate and less promiscuous because of it
>>40459035This is why bat population is lower I mean
>>40459035That would paint them in a pretty shitty picture though. As if they were uncultured hobos or something.
Do you think bat pony breeding seasons have remote interested spectators, concealed or unconcealed?
>>40459105I don't think so, it just means they are more intimate and reserved for their mate/partner
>>40393092The thumbnail looks like a zalgo'd emoji
>>40461423What's this meme about?
up
>>40462697
Bats. That is all.
>>40449306Leatherback is the name for a type of sea turtle learn your goddamn animals
>>40453884Stay away from her she's a gross child molester
>>40463690stella my beloved>>40468902leatherwing doesn't sound quite as funny, though
>>40469168>StellaTldr on her?
>>40469998she's a bat with mommy issues and the issue is she's not a mommy
>>40470071Oh that issue can be solved quickly, if you catch my subtle drift.
>>40470142Anon, I... she is physically incapable otherwise I would, too
>>40470401>spoilerThat's a crime.
>>40468080Profound logic.
>2014>>40429037She is.
>>40472897Based.
>>40474377I'm not sure whether that's a mare or a stallion.
>>40474975This comes up a lot in bat threads. Why is that?
>10
>>40472897Based. Haдeюcь, кoгдa-нибyдь этo бeзyмиe зaкoнчитcя и я cмoгy пpиeхaть нa БpoнyКoн в Киeв.
>>40474975Almost certainly a mare. Stallions don't get that level of naval emphasis without cocks showing up to ruin the view.
>>40475639wew
>>40477720There's nothing wrong with bat pony cocks.
>>40477720>improved the viewFixed
>>40472897How are doing over there?
Bat rump bump.
Apart from the duo in the show, I guess she's the poster child bat pone.
Drew my favorite bat pony
>>40401595Unicorns: Horn HornyPegasi/Bats: Feather/Leather FeverEarth Ponies: Hip-notized
>>40482711arrythmia my batloved
My beloved Aux Tism
>>40482968What's his backstory?
>>40483135Spergy bat has a bad time with girls
>>40482032I mean, where there any other bat pones that showed up in the show?
>>40484253That's kind of up to debate. In a way, yes. There were a couple of bat guards in the Nightmare Moon takeover timeline. But since Dash was shown as a bat there too, it does raise the question how this came to pass.
>>40482711More like fat pony.
>>40470401Nothing that determination can't overcome.
Up from 10.
>>40484745Or fat bat.
can't wait for all the bats to die after tonight
>>40486644Everyone deserves a rest
Bats shall live
>>40488035I know people like intimate love but this has gotten way over the top.
>>40488035Skeleton Pony
>>40393092>Breeding season has arrived.The best season.
>>40489375I wish I could be a Bat Stallion and breed a mare
>>40490262Not sure if you have be a pony, but agree with the second notion.
bats are for snug
>>40490710I wouldn't even be mad if she did.
>>40490657It's not that I have to, it's that I want to
>>40491893Fair enough.
Bump
I love bats so much
>>40493860They're cute, that's for sure.
>>40493860They're pretty good
>>40486644Good morning. Still alive, are we?
>>40495619
>>40495630Cute.
Arise from page 10 bats
>>40496953Yes.
Just wanting to write down some of my thoughts on bats, Luna, and Nightmare Moon. Maybe get some thread engagement while I'm at it. I think the bat ponies or thestrals or whatever people are calling them existed before Nightmare Moon as the outcast 4th tribe. They had a relatively low population and lived primarily outside of normal Equestrian population centres, so there wasn't a large bat population in the capital or anything. This isolationism combined with their nocturnal nature and normal rumours of vampirism, demonic lineage, etc meant they were pushed to even further isolation by the 3 normal tribes.I think Luna seeing her ponies being spurned by their diurnal cousins would have been a factor in her transformation, but that the bat ponies saw it as more of a fall from grace. That after the transformation, Nightmare Moon didn't have the same emotional attachment to them and may have only attempted to sway them to her cause for the sake of having followers, an offer some may have taken. Luna was trapped within Nightmare Moon and effectively spectated herself throwing the little trust the bat ponies enjoyed away with her revolution. The ponies of Equestria would associate the bat ponies with three princess that turned against them and properly push them away to live in exile.Celestia seemingly didn't do anything to maintain the dreams/nightmares of ponies while Luna was gone and I think Luna may not have been able to do it herself because of her magic being weakened by distance or being sealed by the elements or whatever. I do believe that she has enough magical ability from the Moon that she could enter a dream if she was invited or welcomed. So ponies who only saw her as Nightmare Moon or when she was later forgotten would keep her out as she didn't have the strength to enter by force, but a pony who welcomed her into their mind could have their nightmares quelled. The bat ponies, seeing their patron monarch corrupted and destroyed would have passed down prayers and children's stories of the Moon princess who would banish nightmares. Even if her name was forgotten the stories would be enough to let her in. She might not have had the strength to appear in dreams in her full form, as she does in the show but enough to help her ponies and leave a sign of her presence, which would help keep their faith. The bat ponies would know their Moon guardian was watching over them in their dreams and I think this would give Luna some semblance of therapy to not go entirely insane in the Moon.Then when Luna returned, took her place beside Celestia, and began properly caring for the dreams of ponies everywhere, the bat ponies who may have had occasional contact with Equestria in disguised visits to towns to trade and whatnot, would learn of the Moon princess' return and make attempts at proper contact, while Luna would seek out her lost tribe that she had been watching over for the last thousand years. Thoughts? Insults? Questions?
>>40499411>make attempts at proper contactThat would have had to happen very quickly though. Luna came to town during Nightmare Night with two proper bat guards, meaning they have already formed an established troupe of their own.
>>40499411>Insults?LeatherbrainHideback/hidewing. Hidebrain? I dunno I think something with hide would be good as a variation on leatherWinged rat, or ratwing? Nightrats maybe. Oh I think that works. Call them a rodent and a pest.Bloodsucker is an obvious one, though only really works in headcanons where they don't actually feed on blood since it relies on that being an offensive stereotype.
>>40499411I disagree that they saw nightmare moon as a fall from grace, I think she would've got major adoration and support from bat ponies, comsidering Luna is the one that cares for bat ponies combined with the fact they're shunned from pony society, I think they would've saw it as call to arms and as a day of reckoning
>>40499635You're right, it's only about 4 months between summer solstice and nightmare night. I think Luna would seek them out very soon after her return. They were at least a part of her cause to be corrupted and she knew they were out there somewhere from watching over their dreams. Then when they were found, Luna took a contingent of them from an existing guard in the bat communities, and added them to her own guard retinue. She made a call deeming them loyal to attempt to connect with them. I also think she would feel guilty for ultimately lowering the station of the bat ponies with her revolution and want to do everything in her power to help them. >>40500461My thoughts are that Luna's transformation was sudden and she didn't have any plans set in stone when it happened, so she only reached out to her ponies to join her cause after she was already Nightmare Moon. The young, reckless, and militant would absolutely join her and it may have been seen as a call to arms in the moment but was looked back on by the following generations as a tragedy.
>>40500543I have different headcanon, I think there would be cults that deify nightmare moon and would view her return as sort of a second coming
>Your teats are freezing off.>Well, it sure feels like it.>Lifting your head from the warm constraints of your hastily composed blanket, you peer out around the cave. >It's definitely not up there with the depths where you spent your yearling years, but it's certainly nowhere near the oppressive, dinghy, moisture-gathering slickholes that you've called home for most of your adult life.>Caves just like the one you've been forced to bed in.>Damnable ever-cold.>You nestle back into your nest of cave moss and thawed feathers. You wish the latter component of your bed were pegasus in nature, but they are feathers all the same.>You're just glad you didn't have to kill for these ones.>It's not that you mind the necessary death. >You mind the mess that comes after.>A sigh escapes you, frost trailing your breath. Soon you'll be warm enough to leave your den, and you'll be back to the hunt for fresh forage.>Fwump.>Your blood chills. And you freeze. But not from the cold.>Fwump. Thump.>You skitter quietly from your roost. The warmth is fleeting as it trails from your once moss-stuffed leather wings. The fire in your veins takes over instead. >You shake off what you can of the moss and nest-stuffing, flapping silently, yet as fervent as a fledgling, and take to a nearby alcove.>The stomping of snow gives way to dull thuds on stone as the entity enters your claimed den.>It has been a long, long winter since you've seen another pony.>But you know well that the one who enters is not a pony at all.>Your tufted ears tingle with fretful warmth and listening. There's a rhythmic pattern to the slow trudging steps, and it's quickly clear to you that this interloper is bipedal in nature.>Thud. Thud.>It's slow, methodic. A shuddering breath not your own. It's bulky, but no hulking manicore. It's of decent weight, a little more than your size.>There's also a distinct, repetitive click, sounding like that of claws. A rattling, like the clack of spears against armor in the Pegasopolis sky.>The question lays before hooves: a hunter and its weapon; or a lost explorer in armor?>It surely must be civilized. Unless this metal-bearing creature is of the magical ilk.
>>40502909>You tuck away your ears for now, instead honing your sight as the mysterious biped slugs its way toward you.>Its dark form is slumped, but still tall. It's no frail thing, but its visual gait matches what you've heard: it's weakened. >If it's like any other you've preyed upon, then it, too, has been weakened by cold and hunger.>And as it draws even nearer, you feel your own hunger stir.>Your vision starts to swim. The scent of it is just too strong. How can such a creature contend with such pheromones? >It's vigorous, bloody and full of power. Drive. So much drive.>All of it to signal the need to survive, and the want thrive.>The biped stoops to your bedding. The metallic clicking from its back ceases, and you can see now that the snow serving as its pelt is but a covering for the clothes beneath.>But you're barely even processing that right now.>You /need/ this creature's essence inside your aching gut.>Your tongue strikes out across your fangs, lathering them in silent preparation. >There's not much left of the prepared poison in the upper cavity of your mouth, but you haven't been able to dig up rest of the scales from the same cockatrice you'd nabbed your feathers from. Not with all the snow coming down.>But with this meal, you could continue journeying south. Away from the cold.>If the spirits had served you this, then those lucky spirits had served you an end to the chasing winds.>The interloper sits and turns, placing its back to you. The long, partly metal stick on its back thuds into the stone behind the nest. In the dark, you see its clothed fingers waver out of its clothes, picking and squeezing at the softstuffs of your nest. Its body heaves, relaxing.>You creep from your hiding place, hooves soundlessly touching against the stone.>It coughs, leans forward.>You follow suit, taking one more step.>You're in pouncing range, but you opt not to miss. It's in your den, and you're not letting it get away.>It coughs again, and lets go of your bedding. It holds a fist up to its mouth, and uses it to cover its noisy deathrattle.>You think to yourself that you're doing it a favor.>You raise your fangs to the back of its neck...>"Fucking snow," he coughs.>You freeze.>And he does, too.>You hold your breath, but it's too late.>/He/ felt it.>He starts to turn around.>And you throw yourself at him.
>>40502915>Your teeth strike deep.>"Motherfucker!">You do your best to hold onto him. If there was any other way this could have ended, it was too late; you'd only been hoping for a grazing blow for a moment. The spirits had ensured you'd strike true. And you weren't going to waste their gift.>The biped's metal stick is cool against your body. The snow clinging to his back, however, is not.>"Fucking... fucker!">Your heart plummets. >How is he still fighting?>He swings blindly at you, and while his dexterity is fascinatingly sophisticated, it's not enough to thwart you. His blows bounce harmlessly off of you, save for the few stinging slaps he manages.>He's yelling, now. Incoherence replaces the tangible soul he was before.>This is wrong.>But the spirits...>Your mouth grip clenches and unclenches, but your position is ultimately unchanged. >"God... damn... fucking...">There, there.>You can feel the droopiness in his battering arms.>Suddenly, his legs give way, sending him crashing to his knees, and meeting your cave's floor once more.>He topples backwards, and you take the opportunity to unearth your teeth from his meaty neck.>You roll away, a blur of leather, and blood.>He wheezes on the floor as more and more of his muscles give up against the magical venom.>You trot carefully around to his side. His head has lolled over, but he no longer has the ability to turn it.>Your own head sinks. Your ears, too.>His gaze is pale, but not dying. You meet his eyes.>And you realize for certain, that this is no prey.>The eyes of a predator glint back at you.>Your breath hitches. His eyes give a reaction to that, even without the use of his eyelids.>You let him roam over you. It isn't often your prey recognizes you. Not that you let them.>But he... he...>Tears pool up in your eyes, and you turn away. Your rump plants itself in the cold stone. But nothing is as cold as the hate billowing through you. Not even the chill of the winds outside.>No, the hate you have for the pony you've become... is overwhelming.>The bat pony you are.>Outcast by the tribe of pegasi who foaled you. Raised you. Loved you.>No. You cast yourself out.>But it would not have been wrong for them to be rid of you.>And as your spoken curses to yourself fade to cave echoes, you look back at the interloper.>The cold was for the lonesome. >But this one... he was a predator. One like you.>If you could save him...>The magic is foreign. The very act of collecting, weaving it, however, was somehow not so foreign.>You keep your eyes on the interloper's own, and attempt to sunder the faint cockatrice magic.>You delivered this poison, and by the night spirits, you were going to remove it.In the event Anon survives, I'll continue. Otherwise, you will never know the bat mare's name.
Bumpo
>>40499411It's a decent headcanon, though I don't think there would have been a banishment, both because pony reproduction indicates anyone could have a bat pony and because HWE established any race war/murder the wrong raced offspring stuff triggers the Windegos. Celestia probably clamped down hard on that after defeating NMM to prevent it from happening and could have been one reason she twisted NMM into a Halloween story--better her sister's memory be tarnished and relegated to foal stories than a race war start that leads to a wintery holocaust.
>>40503700My headcanon is that the story of Hearths Warming was more of a fairy tale for foals rather than an historical documentation, I think what actually happened was war between the pony tribes and the reason they came south was because they fled the war ravaged lands
>>40503571Yes.
>>40502929>The magic that flows between you and him is warm. In turn, the gaze and willpower you provide is the most comforting and gentle you can make it.>It's like nothing you've ever done before.>But you've always been different. >Things weren't so bad when you were young. Your pegasus mother treated you as a blessing. Your flockmates didn't hesitate to take you as one of their own. Even the parents of others looked past your wings. In a time where Pegasopolis needed great warriors most, you were the most naturally predisposed to the warrior caste.>But you didn't have the heart of a warrior.>The yearling moons passed you like high-rising thermals. The wings of your flockmates glided easily into the pockets of armor and spears that defined the initial rites of combat. You struggled to even soar: for a time, you were locked to the clouds, and not to the skies where your kin belonged.>A long flight had brought you to this place. Flights upon flights, born of a desperate bid to escape the wonders of the civilized world your own blood rejected.>Out here in the unearthed hinterlands, you'd preyed upon the blood of the lesser. They were not the earth ponies you'd been raised to lord over, but even then, you did not shed blood in the name of pegasus pride.>Your mother was a pegasus. But your father, she revealed, had hailed from another tribe. A fourth tribe. A hidden tribe.>You were not a pegasus, but a bat pony.>And you were born to be a survivor.>The muscles of the interloper twitch.>He, too, is a survivor.>With startling clarity, you realize you have an occupied nest, and a nestling to take care of.>You eke out soft cooing squeaks, and preside over his reawakening.>You gave up on the search for your lost family long ago. Or perhaps, your family lost you. >And what is caught, is kept.>Predator interlopers are what you are, and what the spirits have ordained.>From this fellow interloper, you will have your answers.>His eyelids flutter, and he groans. >You hold him with hooves and wings alike.>And your worries melt as his voice assures you that he is real.>"Fucking... rat... bastard."
>>40504727>You know for certain that you're neither rat nor bastard. >The biped certainly seems fond of 'fucking', however.>As the unicorns would often complain to your elders, you could use this to be 'diplomatic'."Not fucking rat. I am bat.">This somehow causes the interloper below you to start giggling.>It's been an extremely long time since you've used your voice, of course, but surely you're speaking correctly.>"Ow!">With his giggling cut short by his outburst, you glance down at him with a more thorough eye. His neck is still bloodied a fair bit.>"Fucker. I know you're the one who bit me." >He rolls his shoulders, but it doesn't displace you at all. It seems his muscles are still waking. >"Felt what you did, too. Weird fucking mind rape type shit. Shouldn't even be able to talk..." >As he rambles on, you lean down over his neck. Your long mane brushes over him.>"Hey!">You flick your tongue, pressing it to the wound and bite marks.>"Cut that... eugh. The fuck are you doing?">You're taken aback."I tend to your wound?">"You bit me!" As he yells again, his arms twitch. Slowly but surely, his body is coming back."Sorry. Was... am hungry.">"Then why not finish the job?">You can't answer the interloper. You'd expected him to be thankful for the mercy, but instead he almost sounds... disappointed?>"I didn't sign up for this shit today. Not these fuckin' mountains, and not this predatory bat woman who's so keen to have me in her mouth.">Or maybe just irritated. "Bat 'woman'?">"What? You're not a girl? What kind of faggoty voice is that?""Oh. No, I am mare.">"Oh great. Some mini horse with fangs and venom. Whoopty doo." You see his hands flex with his not so subtle sarcasm. "Fuck, but I guess I'd have tried to eat you, too.">You nod sagely."But I was better hunter.">"Take that back, you smug shit. I've still got a handful of bullets. You let me up, and you'll be amazed by what happens next.""Okay. But we not fight, okay?">"You think I won't?" he accuses."Know you can. But... we can be friend, okay?">He doesn't say anything. He doesn't struggle, either."I am not stupid. I am just alone. Like you.">"Yeah? Well..." He pauses. "Fuck. Why am I giving this any thought?">...>"Alright. Let me up."
>>40504953>As you let him go, you sidle along to his front. There, you sit across from him, just beyond your occupied nest.>He rubs his wrists, legs, and bloody neck, glancing up at you every so often.>Finally, he reaches a hand behind him. The metal stick on his back clicks slightly as he flicks at it. He sighs, relaxing backwards.>Until he's met eyes with you again.>"/You/." He sits up suddenly. His gloved finger points. "Nuh uh. This is part of that mind shit. That's what's mellowing me out.""...No?">He glares.>You stare.>"Alright," he relents. He leans back again. "So say we play 'friends'. What do you gain out of this?""A friend?">"Assuming that stands.""I need to hunt. Can find prey. But cannot kill.">Inwardly, you smile; the talk of hunting definitely seems to catch his interest.>"Why not? You certainly had no trouble trying to kill me.""You are easy, here.">"I am /not/ easy prey.""No, no, I mean you are already in my den.">"Ah." He taps his head in a thoughtful motion. "Hard to bring all that meat in, huh?""Yes, but also hard to eat out there.">"O'course. And you cook your meat, right? Or are you on a raw diet?""I cook, of course.">You catch his question as his eyes move to the darkness around you both."Have ways, here. No worry. Just need hunt.">"Huh. Well, look at you. Practical bitch, ain't ya?">You hesitate, unsure of how to reply.>"Well, that's a good enough alibi for me." He shrugs, then holds out his gloved hand. "But even if we were to hunt together, I want my fair share for the blood you've cost me.""Yes, of course, of course.">"AND two more things for our prenuptial agreement.">You tilt your head at him.>"Oh, shit. Right, you probably have no clue what a prenup is. Lucky you..." He scratches his head. "Uh, two more things to keep us civilized.">Civilized!>He laughs. "Yeah, you know that one, huh?" He smiles. "Well, for starters, you got a name, batshit?">Your heart plummets.
>>40505809>Unfortunately, he seems to take notice. He doesn't say anything, though: his smiles remains the same.>Of course you have a name, it's just...>It's so embarrassing.>It's practically an outline of your nature. You recall a time when you were /pegasus proud/ to have your name said aloud. It was who you were, and where you sat among the flock. But as time went on, the weight of it grew heavier, and heavier. >And at a certain point, you'd stopped carrying it at all.>Not that it had mattered: there had been nopony around to use it.>But now there was, even though he was lacking in hooves. >You at least owe him your name in return for your attempt on your life.>So finally, ducking through your memories, you dredge up the words that named your destiny."My name is Nocturnal Osprey.">There. It's out. You fold your ears, and close your eyes.>The inevitable response comes, and it's exactly what you expect.>"Nocturnal... are you shitting me?" He's caught aghast, but the laugh wiggling in his throat comes out so loud.>You swallow, and nod shamefully.>"Nocturnal fuckin' Osprey. Shit. Guess it's better than some shitbull named Princess. Even if you did almost kill me...">Your heart twinges with pain, but you don't refute him.>Somehow, despite being a predator himself, he makes you ashamed to not truly be prey.>And yet, something about his response... calms you."Thank you.">He's a bit jolted by your response, so you take the moment to smile, and gently steer the conversation onward."And what is your name?" >"Anon.">'Anon'? That's not a name you were expecting at all.>"We clearly come from different places," Anon says dryly.>Your smile wanes."I did not mean to offend you.">He snorts. "It'll take a lot more than that to offend me, sweetheart.">A comfortable silence settles as your names sink into one another's thoughts.>"Well, /Nocturnal/, the second caveat to out little partnership. No more jumping each other, right? There's plenty out here to kill us. Trust me, I've seen it.">You nod. You've seen it all, too.>"But if either of us die, I don't see anything wrong with eating the other. You feel me?">With names between you, it's a strange condition, but you can agree with it.>After all, you're both predators.
>>40505813Cute.Now fuck the batmare.
>>40505836Let her cook
>>40504727>>40504953>>40505809>>40505813Please keep going, this is pleeeases me.
>>40505813"You are... practical.">"Shoot yeah." Anon thumps the stick on his back. "About as practical as 'Ought-six, that's for damn sure.""Oh... okay.">".30-06 is a magical cartridge, baby. All I need for a good hunt is me and mister Remington, 165 grain, and of course—" he wraps a glove against one of his heavy boots "—the knoife.">He glances back, then adjusts the cloth strap holding his stick over his shoulder. >"A backpack would be nice, too, but I uh... well, shit's gone." He holds both his hands out, and slams them down in a chopping motion. "This total fuckwit snagged it off me a week back. Huge fucking lion with a damn stinger for a tail. Shit was like mosquitos blown up by grapes. Lost his trail in the snow, but I hope the prick bled out in Mufasa's asscrack.">He pauses.>"Come to think of it, every living thing I've run across so far—which makes you number two, by the way—is loaded with poison. Real nice fucking place you got here." Anon rolls his shoulders. "Anyways, I've still got some loaded pockets in my inner liner that'll help us with any messier affairs.""You are ready to hunt now?">"Shit, I don't know, batty. You're the one who bit me. How long is that poison gonna be in my system?""It is all gone.">"What? No fuckin' way.""Yes way. You are feeling okay, now.">"Well, yeah...""Okay, we leave now. I am hungry. You are hungry. Light is coming. We go while night walkers walk.">As you stand, he scrambles to follow you.>"But I can't see for shit out there!""I see for you. You follow, stay close. You do killing, okay?">You stand and turn, giving Anon a scrutinizing glance. >You're not exactly sure how he's going to 'amaze' you with his 'magical cartridge', but if he's got anything like unicorn spells, than he'll be able to do more than you possibly could.>"But I'm tired...">You frown."We sleep now, we never wake up. Hunt now, eat now, rest later.">He jabs an angry finger your way, but the sputtering words he makes go nowhere. "Come, we will make the talking. I know we stay awake that way. You are full of energy for talking, show you can do more.">The next thing you know, Anon goes barreling by you. He's twice your height, and if his heavy footfalls are anything to go by, then he's certainly been eating better than you have.>The cave entrance isn't far, and as you catch up with Anon, you find him staring blankly out into the darkness beyond the cave's mouth.>The snow remains in full force, and neither of you are particularly enamored with the idea of going out there.>He sighs. >"Don't say a word.""What?">"About me not being able to see." He wags a finger around. "Should've known with those eyes of yours. Of course you've got built-in night sights."
>>40507059"I was not going to say more.">"Don't be a bitch. You thought about it.">A moment passes with you standing there.>"One last thing, autisty...">You interrupt to gently correct him."Osprey.">"Aspy.">To try correcting him, at least.>"What's the deal with the freak weather? It's been going nonstop. Day after motherfucking day. Is it always like this?""Many many moons, Anon. Always.">"But surely you came from somewhere. This is apocalypse tier. Was it always-always? Or just always?">You pause to mull over his wording."Always-always.">"Then what the hell happened?">The story is one that's been passed down through the generations. The spirits are many, but the tale of the ones who haunt the lands where ponies find purchase, is the one you summon to your tongue.>Anon listens, totally enraptured by the tale.>You can't help but be amused by his rather foalish sounds of awe.>"So you're saying some dickheads in the sky are snowing us in?">Yet again, it takes you some time to mull over his question. But you appreciate the mental challenge Anon presents.>Finally, you nod, satisfied that he's understood the story."Yes.">You feel a little proud; you're starting to understand his profanity-riddled speech. And he remains quite thoughtful in spite of it.>"Thank fuck. Thought this was some Long Dark shit. Nope, just dickheads in the sky..." He rubs his chin. "God and co just fuck us all, no matter where we go. Man.">Reminded of your past years here in the mountains, you can't help but agree with him.>"If you see one of those windigo fucks while we're out there, let me know. They 'ought' to enjoy what I've got for 'em. Eh?">You're not sure you can agree with that course of action, but you nod.>As you step back out into the cold, freshly warmed by all the talk and action, you can't help but enjoy the bit of hope Anon's arrival has given you.>You feel Anon's hand brush through your tail. You give a soft 'kee' and skitter further into the snow.>"Come on, batty! What's the point in having wings if you aren't gonna use them?">Typically, you'd wait until you were headed back to your den, or in need of a little extra scouting; it's exhausting to fly in such conditions for long.>But for some peculiar reason, the snowfall is a little lighter than usual. >It wouldn't be a hard take-off and flight at all.>So with a few bouncing hooves in the snow, you cast your wings open, and take to the sky.>Your thickened coat hairs catch on the wind, but the warmth will hold for quite some time. Especially if the weather stays this nice.>Behind you, now fully regretting his encouragement, the hairless, cloth-wearing biped known as Anon trudges downhill after you, hurling insults and profanity all the while.>And oddly, this feels like one of the best days of your life.
>>40507065This is the good stuff
Bump.
>>40507065>But for some peculiar reason, the snowfall is a little lighter than usual.Yeah, I can see where this is going.
>>40507065>"C'mon, bat bitch! Fight back!""No!">"Call me monkey! Ook-ook—aaaAAA!">A moment passes. You don't glance behind you.>"I-I'm good! Thanks for asking!">As you circle back around to the hill Anon's crested, you catch him dusting off an extra heavy layer of snow.>You give a shrill little laugh at the sight."You fall so much!">"Fuck you, you four-legged fucker!"Monkey!">You giggle to yourself. You have no idea what half the words he's using mean. But you're having the time of your life.>You're not sure just how long you and Anon have been walking, but you're still running warm-blooded, and that's good enough for you.>The night is, again, remarkably more restrained than normal: the warmth retained by your coat contrasts pleasantly against the low-blowing winds across the mountain.>The terrain in the general vicinity shapes itself into a valley, with the stronger and harsher winds sequestered away by the flanking peaks.>Very few trees still stand, but the woods taper off from the higher inclines just enough to leave most of the central hills as open terrain.>You can't exactly track much from where you are, even with the lighter weather, but you're certainly able to spot any potential quarries.>Unfortunately, all you were seeing right now was snow and faint moonlight.>"If I'd have known I was going to get lost in the mountains, I probably would've ditched the winter camo for a warmer set. At least I feel like the White Death right now."
>>40508710>You come in for a landing beside Anon, content with your latest scouting work.>A plume goes up as you touchdown and fold your wings, but Anon merely raises a hand to shield himself."It snows much where you come from?">"Eh, no. I /feel/ like a Finn, but I just fucked off to the mountains for a bit. A bit became much, though.""Warm, then?">"Oh yeah. Plenty more sun, too.""Sun still shows. Just not so often.">"I figured as much." He wipes a bit of the accumulated snow from the lip of his thick white hood. "For a while, back when I was still stuck in the first storm, I thought I somehow trekked into leaf land. But no, the trees aren't exactly what I'm used to, and even though it's mostly been white, everything is way too fucking bright. The lion shithead was practically a brand new box of crayons. And while you're kind of a gray, you've got those big red irises. Real plain to see.">You don't have much to offer in return. His words are of interest to you: there's meaningful insight in the little details he presents. Details you've grown around and avoided.>For one thing, you've rather felt that the world has always been rather drab and gray. But here, as an interloper, Anon saw it in a literal new light.>Anon scratches his chin and smiles lightly.>"You know what? You, bat, aren't half bad.You're a good listener.">Your ears automatically perk up attentively."Oh?">"Exactly." >You shyly tap your ear with a hoof.>Anon reshoulders his strapped stick as you both start up a new incline. "Most people don't like me. The few who put up with me were autistic in their own way, and we didn't match well. But you, Ospy? Well. You've caught me off-guard already. I guess I'm just wondering what other surprises you've got in store.">...>"Alright, enough gay shit outta me. I'm starving, Ospy. Where the hell's all the prey finding you mentioned?">You roll your eyes, and lift off once more.
>>40508713>It's quite some time later when Anon sees you come gliding back around.>His volume matches your hard look.>"What did you see?" >Hovering in front of him, you motion for him to quiet. You're not sure he fully understands the meaning of the gesture, but he does at least come quietly.>You eventually descend, and transition to slinking up the snow, barrel chilled by the packed surface. Beside you, Anon crawls by his elbows.>Your hooves and his hands lock over the hill, and you both take a shared look at the sight before you.>A flat plane of ice dominates the rotund valley within the valley: a familiar frozen lake. But in the time since your last passing, the terrain has been morphed anew.>Thinned by the lightened snowfall, gangly shoots of winter grasses have sprouted from the earth. They are low, and sit in waiting for the common sunrise, but they are not as free as they believe.>Anon's breath hitches as he finally squints hard enough to pick them all out.>The dozens of deer who have come to feed.>The herd stretches all along the frozen lakeside, and they feast hungrily on the defenceless grasses. From young fawns to ancient bucks... it's as if all the deer you've ever seen have come to take full advantage of the irregular weather.>And in the midst of your awe, a terrible, terrible word leaps from Anon's maw.>You stare at him, utterly transfixed, and utterly horrified. >The spirits watching over you, blessed as they may be, are shaken so much that their quakes rattle through your bones."Do not say that!">Anon gives you a perfectly quizzical look>"What? I'm just calling it how I see it. They're meadow—""No! Stop! You are so profane!">His face screws up with defiance.>"So says the bat who nearly fucking killed me!">A distant, throaty moan breaks up your hissing fight.>Thankfully, as you both settle down in order to watch the deer, it appears to have been little more than idle deer chatter.>They still don't know you're there."Spirits do not like that word. Do not say it.">"What, are they some kind of PC deer spirits?" Anon shakes his head. >You don't intend on letting him carry this on."Time for walk talk is over. We hunt, now."
>Fresh bat greenOh hello there.
>>40510239yeah. I was going to maybe do a bridge for the orphanage green I made last year, but was in the mood for trying this. I've been writing at work, so sorry for the sporadic mobileposting.
I forgot to reply>>40506513>>40507430>>40507956Thanks, I hope it's good, even if it's newish territory for me.
>>40510857The way she's looking at the viewer suggests to me she's demonstrating to you how her wings can hold your bits.
>>40509844>Without a word, Anon starts to unsling his stick.>He brings it to bear, and even scoops a bit of snow out of the way to rest it more comfortably between his arms and the ground.>You immediately get the idea."You hunt from here?">"S'what my boy was made for, batto.">Anon's eyes are down the length of the mountain range valley, but his hands fiddle with the top of his stick.>"You know what a rifle is, Ospy?""Eeee, no?">"Aight." He appears unbothered by your answer. "Well, this'll be some John and Pocahontas type shit, then.""Pocahooftas?">He gives you a strange, sidelong look, then resumes his even stranger preparation ritual.>"Okay, not Pocahontas. Back To the Future. When I get this baby sighted in, you're gonna see some serious shit.">...>"Damn, you're really that uncultured, huh?""Sorry.">"Don't sweat it, autisty. Pocahontas is some gay shit, anyhow.">He reaches for an outcrop of the 'rifle'. It's metallic in nature, and pulls back with a clean click.>He briefly fishes in a pocket on his clothing, then holds an open palm to you.>The shiny oblong object is humble in appearance. But it's still nothing you've ever seen before.>Given its strange shape, you'd almost consider it an exquisite work from a goldsmith.>You lean down and smell Anon's hand. >Beneath the glove, his strong scent bleeds through.>The odor on his shiny piece is much harder to place: it's certainly acrid, but not quite pungent.>Before you can bring your muzzle closer, he tilts his hand, and pinches his forefinger and thumb around the base of the oblong piece.>"165. It'll snag us a deer, easy.">Mesmerized, you watch him place the object in a revealed space on his rifle. >He reverses the metal's previous movement, and leans down.>You lean with him. He's back to fiddling with the top of the rifle, but from your new position right by his head, you can see just what he does.>And lo, you find his rifle is equipped with a sort of spyglass!>Your wings flutter in a small flap of excitement.>For one reason or another, it's such a pleasure to be able to recognize something belonging to the interloper.>Anon glances back, then moves his head aside.>You immediately take his place to peer through the glass.>It really is as if the deer are just a few hooves away from you. >Anon pivots his glorified spyglass mount gently across the snow, giving you a complete pan of all the prey around the lake.>"You gonna be my spotter, Operator Osprey?">You pull away and smile at him."Spot how? Silly. You have a spyglass!">"Oh, sure. It's a scope. But what good's an optic without a target? Whatcha see out there for us tonight?" >Anon returns to his previous stance: one glove holds down on the back of the rifle, where he rests his head and squints; the other glove is wrapped taut around another peculiar outcrop, with a pointed finger clearly primed for movement.>"I'm thinking one of those big bucks on the right."
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>>40510857>>40514408Cute. What's her name?
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Hoping for more green bump.
>>40511757>The shift to a more serious and practiced tone is something of a nice change of pace. >It's clear Anon is capable of committing to the hunt.>That makes you all the more trusting in the act of lending him your eyes and ears, while letting him press his 'fangs' to flesh.>You look over him and the hill, your sharp eyesight taking you to the group of deer he mentioned."No... Too much meat. And too healthy.">"Good point. You hunt deer before?""No. I try stay small.">"Right, you have to. Well, had to." He pauses, then gives a low chuckle. "Some venison'll be a real fuckin' treat, then.""Venison?">"The meat of the game. In this case, we're after meadow..." he gives you a rightfully wary eye, "...fucker venison.""Okay.">"There's some slow movers on the left. Mostly does and fawns.""Yes, I see.">Another moment passes, and then you let out a hum.>"Whatcha got?""Lonely buck. Left.">Anon adjusts."More. And look up.">"I'm moving... Ah, I see him.">It's a lonely thing, scrubbing through the outermost grasses with no company but its own. Its fed well-enough, and its antlers are just grown enough to say it's an adult.>You feel if there's any deer in particular need of a higher purpose, it's this one.>"I'd say we're about 250 yards out. Negligible mils, it'll shoot flat. Wind doesn't feel too bad right now, but..." Anon removes his bracing arm, and gives his hand a brief wave. >You allow your ear a purposeful flick. There is wind for sure: it's coming from the east, and blowing in warming waves.>You tell Anon as much.>"Yeah, you're spot on. I'll fight it a bit.">There's a short pause, a period of inactivity that belies the full intent of the moment.>It's the subtle quiet of a hunt, the moment just before the pounce.>And the kill.>You hold your breath and look at Anon. He's still devoted to the rifle in his hands, subtly scooting in minute deviations.>His bracing hand shifts against the back of the rifle, but his pointed hand holds steady.>"This shit's not easy," Anon remarks in a whisper. >Is that hesitation you feel in his voice?>"Because I'd rather be down there pounding a doe raw.""What?">Your incredulous look isn't even required to distract him. He sets his rifle down and turns to you, his coming rant already clear.>"Look, Ospy. Not too sure how much you know about man, but speaking as a man to a mare, there's two things that get me about deer." He holds up a finger. "One, why the fuck do they have to be so damn sexy? A while back I was even packing up to go meet this dickhead who had a plan to trap and tie up a doe and take her... you know, the whole nine yards.">You absolutely don't know, and you're not sure Anon even cares if you want to know or not.>"But like I said, /dickhead/. Anyways..." He moves on from his resentful tone, and holds up a second finger. "Petting and fucking 'em is kinda exclusive with eating 'em.""Eeee... yes?"
>>40516316>More greenNow here we go.
>>40516316Glad to see our Anon is a certified horsefucker
>>40515002https://batponies.fandom.com/wiki/Gloom_WingOne of the oldies.
>>40517858>Bat ponies have their own wikiThe hell, no one told me this. Thanks!
Bat does not belong on 10.
>>40517858I can still find the original Aux Tism stories, neat
>>40516316>"Kinda exclusive. I mean you could do both but, shit, that's..." He waves dismissively. "Point is, I love hunting, and don't mind stripping my own kill, but doing it as my only option? I know damn well I'd rather be hunched over some nugs and sauce." >He returns to his rifle, shouldering the butt of it again, and holding one eye through the looking glass. >"Hell, I wouldn't even mind some gay veggie burger. But I'll take what I can get. Or what we can get.""Mm. Yes. It is how life is, here.">Your voice is sullen, and for good reason.>If it hadn't been made clear before, then it was, now: you were both raised civilized, and this 'return' to predatory methods was something of an aversion to you both.>"Alright." Anon's voice is slow. "Just watch the shot for me.">The collection of deer push and swell like leaves in the breeze. It's a mesmerizing flow, but you focus on the buck you and Anon have chosen.>You're not entirely sure about just how the weapon Anon is using could possibly kill from so far, but the confidence he wields is staggering.>You recall the first time you picked up a spear. The weight of the shaft, the sharpened head, and the iconic engraving of a Pegasopolis weaponsmith etched into the fine grain.>The thought of using it against a pony was, and always has been, a bitter concept for you. It was always a 'just-in-case' kind of thinking, but at the end of the day, it had been made for a purpose.>As Anon's rifle forms a perfect line between him and the buck, you do your best to take in every last detail.>The pale focus of the hunter's eyes.>The lackadaisical stance of the unaware prey.>The soft flakes burying you all.>Thwick.>You blink, your ears prickling from the sharp noise.>It echoes all down the range, a rippling, coasting bang that rides over the low winds across you and Anon, and the gusty gales far above.>By the time your eyes are opening again, you remember to get a look at your quarry.>A ready state of alert swims through the sea of deer; ears sit poised up high, and all grass-eating has come to a stop.>The buck has done more than raise its head. It's broken into a run.>And then, the run breaks.>Even from this distance, you hear the thud of its body against the snow, just as plainly as you see it.>You hear Anon manipulating his rifle, and you glance over. >He pulls back on the metallic action, and that oblong '165' comes out with a little puff of smoke. It's missing its front half, and Anon doesn't bother to pick it up after it bounces off of his hand.>He stands, and you stand with him. He shoulders the weapon, but holds to the strap for a moment longer. >You both watch as a few deer start away from the fallen buck. Many stay right where they were.>Anon sighs. "Fuck."
>>40520139"You are okay?">"Yeah. I'm fine, Osprey. Just... thinking if I should load a few more rounds. You know of many predators around here?" "Not night hunters. Only us.">"Right." He breathes, then lets his weapon go. "Worried about competition. But from the looks of things...">You put a hoof on Anon. He looks down at the contact, then matches your gaze."It was a good kill.">As you speak, the wind dies down again.>"Yeah, thanks. So damn easy, man... shit, I mean, look how many there are.">You get the feeling he's used to hunting, but not quite hunting this easily. >You were a little hesitant to call it a kill to begin with, but it certainly was.>And all he'd had to do was twitch a finger.>Anon was dangerous. More dangerous than many things out here. Just like you. Capable and equipped to kill. >Rabbits and voles had grown more and more scarce through all your hunts, bringing you to the hunger you had tonight.>Who was to say the deer wouldn't learn to hide as well?>"Let's take care of this and head back to the cave.""Yes.">As you and Anon start down the hill, though, most of the deer remain on the open plain, and resume eating.>It's only one shot, on one moonlit night, but you can't help but feel that it means something much more.>The thoughts sink in with each step you take. You think better, that maybe you should take off and glide down to the kill.>But that would mean leaving Anon.>You look back at the interloper, and think of just what might be going through his own mind.>You're not concerned with him killing you—after all, you'd tried to kill him, first.>But you're worried about what he'll want to do after this.>You've been isolated for so long, and he's only recently been forced into his position: he's spent days; you've passed moons.>It's clear as day that Anon has not killed nearly as much as you. >A hunter he is, but a survivor?>Neither of you want to do what you have to do. >But right now, neither of you are alone.>And you wouldn't mind if it stayed that way.>For now, you tuck away the thoughts. A new challenge lays ahead.>Curious heads raise to look at you and Anon. >In the remaining ambient light, you both squint back at the prey.>While none of the living have slipped away during your hillside descent, the moon has taken full advantage of the time: the sky has darkened again.>"Weird fuckin' deer. They don't talk like you, do they?">You click your tongue at a little one as you pass. The mother and fawn are eager to spring away."No.">"You sure? Because I was joking about eating you. I mean, I would, but then you talked. And that's weird as shit.""You want mate with deer, but also kill deer, eat. But if deer talk, you just mate?">"...Fuck you.">You provide him with a 'keekee' giggle.
>>40520142>You want mate with deer, but also kill deer, eat. But if deer talk, you just mate?"/k/ in a nutshell.
>>40518172Sadly, it's not updated anymore.
>>40521445Why is that? Did the thing collapse somehow?
>Pageeeee teeeeeeeeeen
Not letting the bat sink.
>>40520142Sorry, getting busier. I hope you've enjoyed this so far. >Interlopershttps://ponepaste.org/9508
>>40523123'S good. I was tempted to write bat stories myself some time ago. Maybe I will yet someday.
>>40523123>ponepaste now Neat.
>>40521686The bat thread used to be a fairly busy general that had quite a bit of content created for it, but those days are long gone. If the bat thread can't even stay up on 4chan, there's no chance for a tiny wiki to stay active.
>>40524392That applies to the board as a whole too though. Everything slowed down.
>>40524731How could we get the gears turning again? Though I think that can't happen ever again, the *actual* show is gone and no longer has a big community
>>40524793That "How could we" extends to pretty much the whole board. It's not dead but we're on the down slope. We're suffering from a lack of content, and when content happens people don't seem to want to actually have discussions about it. The Bat Pony GF thread on right now has one legitimate answer then 20 posts about Griffons and how they belong in the trash. That is engagement I guess but not meaningful.We kind of just have to settle with the occasional green.
>>40520142>You pass deer and more deer. Your presence is becoming somewhat more of a disturbance by now, but they still do not flee. >The grasses underhoof offer meager portions, but evidently it's more than worth the risk of the predators walking among them, as well as the looming return of the harsher snow.>Anon reaches the felled buck first. >You come to a stop beside him as he puts a knee to the snow.>He places a hand on the buck, just beside the apparent wound: a hole just behind the front left foreleg.>Speckles of blood dot the short, fleeing path of the buck, and below the body, the red grows thick.>It's not as much of a mess as you expected.>But as Anon reaches for one of his boots, you are offered a harsh reminder that this is no mere morsel. >Wordlessly, he bends over the buck.>The blade of his knife is like fangs put to metal.>The sound of the sawing of flesh is like nothing you've experienced. With small prey, the crack of bone in your jaws does little to dismay you. And yet, this precise, calculated process...>Anon tears away from the kill to look at you. "You ever skin or pull meat like this?">You shake your head 'no', eyeing the bloodied tool.>"Wanna give it a shot?">He's not just brandishing it at you, he's /offering/ it to you.>Worse yet, you find yourself taking the handle!>"Huh. Guess I should've figured you'd have to work by mouth.">That's not necessarily true, but you don't even want to try with your hooves.>"I'll guide you through the shits, so don't you fret, Ospy.">You nod, and swallow your nerves as best you can.>Anon traces a thin line for you to start with. He gives no more guidance than that. There's no feedback on the depth of your cut, or the speed of your work.>The body goes quick, and he rolls the buck over as you go.>You slow for a good bit, not so worried about the blood as you are about cutting yourself with your increasingly loose grip. You have to resettle quite a few times. >Even your fangs find a way into the equation: you clutch tight to the knife.>"Yeah, gut that fucker. Look at you go! You're a natural.">Is it helpful? Not really. Does it make you feel much better. Slightly...>As he guides you to the head, finally, your stomach really begins to curl.>Still crouched, he raises a finger and points. "You can keep the tongue if you want. I don't care for it myself, but you might like it.">Your insides eject from you in a swift storm.>Anon sighs. "At least you turned your head away." He roughly places a hand on you, and begins drawing circles into your withers.>It's not as comforting as you're sure he intends, but it's comfort nonetheless.>"Take a sec there, Ospy.""Thank you.">After a moment, he picks his knife up from the snow. >You thankfully didn't throw it up with the rest of your bile.>"I'll take over. You did good, though."
>>40526930>Pink bats That's rare.
>>40518172Original bat horse gang
>>40527572The bright one near the bottom is cute. Light bat mares are rare.
>>40527572Luv me Aux Tism he's just like me fr fr
>>40527867>Haha, bat machine goes breeeeeeee
>>40525645>You plop your rump down in the cold snow, making sure to distance yourself from your sizzling upchuck. >The snow does a surefire job at cooling your firey anxiety... as well as your other bits.>Not that any of this is particular attractive to you.>You try not to focus on Anon's gorey work. >You do want to learn the skills he's using, but right now, you desperately need that moment of reprieve he's given you.>Everything about this is strange and alien to you, even when disregarding Anon's presence entirely."Anon?">"Yeah?" >A nasty squelch squirts from his process. >You shudder, turning your eyes elsewhere."You are not a pony. I do not know any other so civilized. What are you?">"Like I told you to call me before, aspy, I'm a monkey." Squick. "Human, specifically.""You human are hunters?">"Allegedly. The modern day American hunts more burgers and brominated vegetable oil than deer.""Oh.">"It's mostly sporting shit, now. Competitive shooting and all the other associated fudd fuckery." >Anon sets the knife aside for a moment, acquires a sturdy grip, and starts to pull. >You look away, queasier than ever.>Thankfully, you only hear the rip of flesh as he skins the deer.>"Off-grid type shit was always a dream. Fancied myself on learning how to get shit done, though. Only wish I'd learned the whole fuckin' tech tree for making everything guns from a primitive level. Sure as hell ain't getting more than the handful of 'Ought-six I've got.""You only hunt with rifle?">"Nah, but it's all I've got for now. I can probably figure out how to make a bow. Spears aren't too much, either.""I am trained in spears.">"For hunting?""War.">He hums appreciatively. "War. Now /that's/ the good shit.">Your ears fold back at that."I don't like war, and hurting ponies.">"True, and I'm not some Hotline Miami psycho, either. But war is one of the best examples of humanity.">You look up, pointedly looking past all the blood on Anon, and engage in his intensive stare.>"Ospy? Are you hard enough to hear the truth?""Y-yes?">"All warfare is based. Warfare is based on sticks. And sticks are based.">You're able to watch him as he shifts into gear: no longer is it about the blood and gore coating Anon.>It's all about the sticks.
>>40529687>"Motherfucking sticks, Ospy... Let me tell you.">Bum ba dum...>Is that music?>"Sticks, sticks, motherfucking sticks. What a wonderful bundle of humanity's ticks.>Oh, night spirits. He's cutting deer flesh to his song.>"Sticks, sticks, motherfucking sticks. They build a better society than shitty ass bricks.">You don't think he even realizes he's bbroken into a heart song.>"You take a stick, you get a stick. Sticks makes sticks. You take a stick, you break a stick. Stick makes six. You stick 'em in some guy, just jab it through his eye. Take his home, raise a flag, on your own damn stick.">As he stands to move to the other side of the deer, he nonchalantly begins to tap on the deer with his free hand.>"Sticks, sticks, motherfucking sticks. Nothing defines man better than dicks with sticks.">He flourishes his knife and kicks the carcass of the buck over one last time.>"Sticks, sticks, motherfucking sticks. There's no other faggot like a man and his stick.">And as the song fades back into the peace of the snowy valley, Anon wipes his knife's blade on the hem of his wrist.>..."Eeee!">He gives you a look, but you continue your shrill laugh.>"What's so funny, batshit?">When no answer comes, he just shakes his head.>Anon plants his knife back into the snow, then begins opening his jacket. >A near endless tide of red and yellow scraps pours out, though he's quick to gather it before the wind can take it.>"Get your shit together. I want to wrap as much meat as we can with like, five happy meals worth of paper."
Up the bats.
>>40526930She's cute in her little cape.
>>40526930It's a slippery slope
>>40532473What happend to her leg? :(
>>40532495Accident, as far as I know.
>Another 9
>>40532473I want to call her a cripple but she's just so cute and happy that I can't bring myself to say it.
>>40532495Fuck, this dude is handsome.
>bumping the thread without posting a cute mare
>>40534905Man, this mare is just asking to get bumped.
>>40533780She's got enough energy to make up for the loss.
>>40532473Still would.
>>40510857>Leather holdingL-lewd.
Impressive wing span.
>>40540626Me on the right
>>40540647No, that's me.
>>40540647>>40541443(you) on the left
>>40529694>You are Nocturnal Osprey.>And you have just had the best night of your life.>Where normally you'd be too tired to do much but yawn in the dawning light, the sunrise-time journey to your cave is remarkably exciting.>For one thing, you're carrying more meat at once than you ever have before.>And for the other, you have company. Distracting company. Pleasant company.>It is such a welcome reprieve from the typical night of oppressive cold.>Anon's 'paper' is a wondrous little commodity to have at present. You took practically as much meat as you could wrap and carry, and it wasn't even too much of a mess made in doing so.>As you climb back up the slopes with your cargo in careful tow, a red-orange sunrise begins to wave down and across the snowy landscape.>Beside you, Anon is lamenting about a 'travois', and not having enough wood around to properly make one.>All in his very colorful language, of course.>He carries on from one rant to the next, excitable and energetic in droves. There's hardly any real ire to his rambunctious hand-waving, you feel. >He is a man with a purpose, and that purpose is to bombard you with all manner of knowledge, practical and otherwise.>He's happy to go off, and you're happy to listen.>By the time you've returned to the cave, the morning is in full swing.>You dredge your tired hooves and self out of the snow, sauntering into the cave before Anon.>As Anon's voice dips into the cavern octaves, his own dwindling energy begins to show.>When you pass the threshold of your moss-covered nest, he abruptly shifts his one-sided conversation (he's a bit of a rambler) back to reality.>"It's a good thing you're leading, because I'm blind as shit in here.">You nudge him with your side."Hold me.">Anon snickers, but obeys: you feel his hand come to rest just behind your withers.>"Yes, ma'am.">"Then again, I'm pretty sure there's a saying about being as blind a bat.""This sounds like typical unicorn lie.">Anon snorts, squeezing his grip on your coat. "Unicorns aren't known for lying, Ospy. They're known for targeting virgins and shit. Oh, and being horny.""Unicorns waste much time pretending they know many things.">"So they're redditors. Or autists. Both. They think they own what they're talking about.">You huff, rolling your eyes at the misinformed fool."Unicorns try all time to make Pegasopolis serve. They fail, they know, they try again. They are wise beyond wings, but wings are above the wise.">"Shit, wait, are there actually unicorns here?""Here? No. North, yes. Many ponies. Villages. Sky kingdom.">"And you're a fucking... spearman? Spearmare?""Eeee... was warrior, yes. Keep tribes in check.">"Osprey.">Your ear flicks out at Anon. He flicks it back with a free hand.>"You're pretty fucking based.">You smile at his voice, his vulgarity ringing high praise."You, too. Now, keep coming. We are almost there.">"I sure fucking hope so. I'm not falling asleep until I get something in my mouth."
>>40529694>More text Neat!
>>40543241>the tagSomething tells me this bag didn't leave the store quite in the way it was meant to.
Bat.
Bat slowing down, eh.
Keep the bump alive
>>40542560Trying.
>>40547128That mare(?) looks unimpressed.
>>40547495>mareNow he has a real reason to be disappointed>>40546555Checked
>>40547128>>40547573>StallionEven better
>>40547573>stallionEh, better than nothing.
Bats should Hug
>>40549119Man, I just keep failing at telling which bats are stallions and which are mares. And it's only a bat thing for some reason.
>>40549181They're Stallions, but people who draw bat ponies tend to draw them androgynous
>>40549181
What about this?
>>40550029Sure are, now get in my bed and cuddle me
>>40550029He's a total sub, isn't he?
>>40549920I think I understand the bat hate now
>>40550818I doubt there's an agenda behind it, if that's what you're implying.
>>40552539Cute bat. Would give head pats.
>>40550033Pony and bat pony is fine, the rest not so much.
Bats kissing
>>40555532Yeah, this time I'm pretty sure these two are male.
>>40556148Yes
Batty
bat ponies are the cancer that killed /mlp/
bat ponies are the gems that saved /mlp/
bat ponies are the eee that eeeeee
bat ponies are the ponies that bat with their eyes, of course
>>40555306I will stand between bat pony and the words. They will bounce off of me and bat pony will be safe.
You faggots need to shitpost less and marepost more.
>>40558755Mare AND Stallion post
>>40559023A stallion is fine too.
Bat stallionsBallions
>>40562414
>>40562420
>>40562428
>>40562433
>>40562435>gun Who's that?
>>40563045Idk, but he's locked and loaded
>>40563796Are you talking about his gun or his dong?
>>40564846Yes
>>40393092My bat is ready (for next october)
BAT PONY TIER LIST GOGOGO
Bump for batponies.
>>40567633
>>40565879Here you go.
>>40566798Bat ponies go all into the EEEEEEEEEEEEE tier.
>>40565510Bat ponies in a nutshell.
>>40571191What did the bat pony eat? A breezy?
>>40571203A mango.
>>40571213A mango with wings?
>>40571394Yes. Twilight has repeatedly confirmed that orange-bird and orange-frog hybrids are viable, so why not a mango-insect one?
>>40571420Oh god.
>>40569498What's the context?
>>40571420>Flying mangos.I love it! Now bat ponies can truly hunt.
>>40573269Why the grump?
>>40574738That's a lucky pumpkin.
>>40576566>boredomBored of what?
Bats
Do I want to know who this pubby/puppie person is? I saw them being seemingly completely retarded in the comments of a fairly innocent (albeit >anthro) Derpibooru pic
>>40578996>DerpibooruProtip: Avoid that place altogether if you like your sanity.
>>40579521>This bat is puking out lettersI'm not sure what this disease is called, but it looks rough.
>>40578996100% of derpibooru comments/forums are populated by retards, sycophants, coomers, retarded sycophants, sycophantic coomers, retarded coomers, and retarded sycophantic coomers (and the staff have invested considerable effort to create this specific situation). Do not pass go, do not collect $200.
mean cheerleader bate
>>40581606That mare is speaking from experience, I can tell.
>>40582558Bat overdose. This is why you don't overdo it.
>10Not very eeeee at all.
>>40584079Why is bat shocked?
>Page 7 in an hourI see shitposting is ramping up again.
>>40585794Depends on how much blood I lose in the process.
>>40550029This pony needs to get smooched.
>>40585794Yes
>>40562414>BallionsYes, they have balls.
>thread's deadDesperate times call for desperate measures. Time to try and summon the anatomyfags.
>>40588206Are bat pony balls bigger or smaller than pony pony balls? Or, are they the same except bat ponies have the left (or right) nut bigger and vice versa for ponies?>>40588851>Human shoulders>Human torsoAbsolutely atrocious. Who is the author of this abomination?
>>40393092Dunno why, but I originally read this as, "October Bat Pussy".Also, wtf it's December now, and this hasn't hit bump limit. Get your shit together batbros.
>>40588941I blame the bat pony gf thread. Having two threads of bat ponies has kept this general on life support.
>>40588919>Are bat pony balls bigger or smaller than pony pony balls?I'd guess they have the same size on average. I see no reason why there would be any difference.
>>40589151I was thinking more along the lines of lift-to-weight ratios. I think, for instance that bat pony (or pegasi) stallion balls would be smaller than earth pony balls to cut back on weight to be lifted by the wings. Of, course we could just say that magic makes it all possible I suppose.
>>40589838Balls probably don't have enough weight to make lifting power a matter though. If anything, I could imagine that smaller balls would be more aerodynamic, allowing for reaching higher speeds faster. But that too would only have a minimal effect.
ronery bat(thread)
>>40590747>Bat pony is homeless and sad.Unacceptable! I will give her a home (pic rel)
>>40588919>>40589838Why is a discussion about bat pony balls so hot?
>>40591433>Discussion of bat pony balls exists.>If you are gay you find if hot because balls make you hot, and you are into bat ponies.>If you are straight you find it hot because the discussion makes you imagine a bat pony mare playing with or suckling your balls, and you are into bat ponies.Therefore, bat pony balls are hot regardless if you are gay or straight, so long as you are into bat ponies. Q. E. D.I'm straight and even I find bat pony balls to be hot.
>>40591565>spoilerIt's not gay when it's a stallion so no problems there.
>>40542061Here lies anon, he never scored (neither with a deer, nor a bap)
>>40594319What a faggot
>>40585794Come in and find out.
I love kissing bat stallions
>>40596012What about mares?
>>40596338They're good too
>>40596133fat
>>40596506Doesn't look fat to me.
>>40597004
I wish I had a bat mare to snuggle and relieve her heats. Pic related
>>40598464Based and wholesome.
>>40599144>POV: You are about to get raped
>>40590747https://ponepaste.org/7850
Bat Bump
>>40600345>Leather wings>Normal eyesHuh.
>>40601217Half breed?
What methods do bat ponies use to stalk and pounce upon their mango prey?
>>40601893Is this a mare or a stallion? Either way I'm going to smooch it on the lips
>>40601974Stallion, I'd guess based on the snout. Still handsome though.
>>40595881>Casually spread wingsThis will never not be hot. And the leather makes it even more potent.
What's the most sensitive part on a bat pony?
>>40603159Liver. Their second most sensitive part is nose.Do bat ponies have a functional gulonolactone oxidase?
>>40603159Balls horsepussy respectively.
>>40598464Not enough foals.
>>40597041What would happen if you nom some of those fries?
>>40601974>square muzzle>no eyelashesIt's a dude.
>>40605577>wing frecklesStill would.
>>40604809
>>40605982How to cheer up the bapper?
>>40605982>>40606335She needs sweet mango dipping sauce for her fries. I think that will help cheer her up.
>>40604611She has many more heat cycles before she's an old mare, anon. You think I'm going to let her suffer instead of overfilling her womb with my seed?
bat likes her sports games
>>40606351>Mango sauce with friesDamn, now I have to try this.
>>40606592Fuck the Dallas Cowboys, I hope whoever likes the cowboys rots in hell
>>40603963Bumping Bats
>>40607387And why?t. non-american
>>40608305It's just irrational sportsball rivalry bullshit.
>>40608628Lame.
>>40607946Yes.
>>40606335You kick her out to replace her with some scalie wearing her face, of course.
>>40611347Now that's cringe.
https://files.catbox.moe/gikq32.mp3
>>40612535This Bat needs a faster riffhttps://youtu.be/dLp-JgswVb4?si=c2LsObhH6SqmlRGN
>>40612535>bat pony rock bandI wonder what name they'd pick.
>>40613276Cute Stallion
>>40613638I want to ruffle his mane.
