A bat pony wakes up in the middle of the night. The moon shines brightly onto her lithe body. She looks around and nothing is familiar. She picks herself up off of the soft, plant littered ground. She then starts panicking, she doesn’t know where she is anymore, the last thing she remembers is getting struck by lightning while flying in a storm. She shambles over to a cluster of thick foliage and hides in the center. Quickly, she scans herself over, surely she can’t be perfectly fine after falling out of the sky. Her assumption is proven correct when she looks at her left wing and sees large, violent scorch marks. She gasps and then quickly hushes herself, she has no idea what could be lurking in this forest. Hours pass as she remains curled up in the large bush. Reluctantly she stands up and gets out of the plant life. She wanders around the forest looking for shelter until coming across a cabin tucked away in the center of the forest. The night’s beautiful curtains were starting to be pulled away from the sky to reveal the show of the day. She couldn’t run the risk of being spotted by unfriendly animals lurking in the forest, she had to get into that cabin either peacefully or violently.
She tugs on the front door a little, obviously it’s locked. She swings around the house to the back and finds an open window. To her utter amazement she manages to slip through the window into the house. She quickly surveys the insides of the cabin. It was a nicely furnished and well built house with no sign of any inhabitant. However this did raise some questions, if it was so well kept who was keeping it, or what? After a few moments her question is answered she hears someone snore in the adjacent room. She quickly cranes her head in the direction of the noise. She sees a door leading to the other part of the cabin presumably a bedroom. She quietly slinks over to the door and cautiously cracks it open. She sees a small bedroom with a single pegasus pony inside sleeping on they’re bed. She silently creeps over and observes the pony. White coat and blue maned stallion. She attempts to shift back out of the room, until she hears an audible gasp from behind. She turns around and looks back into the room. He’s sitting up in bed staring at her. The stallion shakily utters “W-what are you doing h-here?”
“Just finding a place to stay, I hope you don’t mind, although I’ll still stay here even if you aren’t fine with me here.” she responds.
“Well that’s sort of a dick move, why do you need to take residence in my home?” He questions.
“I need a place to stay for a little while, that’s all”
“You’re not a criminal or anything right?”
“No, I’m not, although I do look like I could very easily kill someone, I mean with the fangs and all.”
She then awkwardly trots out of the room and he’s left in shock, did he just let an absolute stranger stay in his home? He pulls himself out of the bed and shuffles back over to the door. He then throws on light blue polo and exits the room. The bat pony is sitting on one of his two chairs observing her burnt wing.
“How did that happen?” He asks gesturing to her fried wing.
“It got struck by lightning while flying” she answers.
He walks over to the kitchen and starts cooking breakfast for himself. He hears the bat pony’s stomach grumble. He looks over and says “what do you want?”
“What?” She answers.
“Something to eat, I can hear your stomach growling”
“Yeah, I think I might have som- Hey wait a minute, why do you have a gun on the counter?”
“Huh? what do you mean gun? I don’t have a gun, nobody here does!”
“I can see it on the counter, you’re really bad at hiding things.”
“Actually I can hide things pretty well, well okay, I’m kidding, I am terrible at hiding things. Can’t we just put the gun aside and eat breakfast?”
“Fine, but if you bring the gun over here I will kill you.”
“I have a hard time telling if your joking or being serious, but I guess I shouldn’t find out.”
He slides two pieces of bread into the toaster and cracks some eggs into a pan. He continues cooking until the food is done perfectly. He steps over to her and hands her the plate of food along with a fork and knife. He then finishes cooking his own food and sits down at the chair across from her.
“I still haven’t caught your name yet, so what is it?” The Stallion responds.
“I’m Sapphire” she answers.
“And I am Ventura, Ventura Meadows.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“And you too.”