I crept on my hooves, one, by one, by one, nearly dragging by tummy on the hard floor until I'm too close to remain hidden, I stop. The moon light from the window just a hairs breadth from my hoof. I look up at the bed covered in white sheets. I know he's there, sleeping unaware of the danger I present. I ease myself onto the end of the bed, careful not to stir the sleeping mass. My prey only a carefully calculated pounce away. I feel my blood rush in hot waves under my skin. My wings extend slowly, positioning to launch forward with the simplest of motions. A hot breath snakes out between my sharpened fangs. A twitch from my tail as the anticipation grows.
I see an opportunity. He's turned away, the fool. I leap forward. A rush of wings and wind carry me to my desire. My mouth wide, baring fangs until, at last, landing on the pitiful creature as I sink each pointed tooth deep into its flesh.
* * *
"L-lily?" he woke with a start. His eyes flew open and half bolted up. He saw the little pony latched onto his hand then let out a sigh and laid back down. She held his hand in her teeth, "Lily, why are you up?" he said softly.
The little filly released her toothy grip and smiled up at him. Her little golden, slitted eyes shining in the moon light. She mimicked a word, "Fuud!" and licked and smacked her lips.
"Lily. It's too early." he told her, groaning and ran a hand through his raven hair.
She gave a rejected frown and hung her head quite pitifully. "Nungy..." she said softly, which he assumed meant "Hungry."
With a sigh he sat up straight and pulled her into his arms. Her soft, velvety grey fur tickled him bare skin. She smiled brightly at him. He hugged her tightly, carefully, against his chest and she nuzzled him against his white night shirt. He yawned then tossed the covers off sleepily. He slipped his legs over the side of the bed and placed his feet against the cold wood floor.
He chuckled softly, "What am I going to do with you?"
She looked up into his soft brown eyes and smiled hopefully. "Fuud!" she said, and held her hooves into the air like a cheer.
"Alright, alright." he said, smiling softly, and stood up and began walking to the kitchen, "Let's get you some food. But this is the last time tonight. Seriously, Lily. You're getting a pudgy belly, Ms. Pudgy Belly" he teased and tickled her tummy with his fingers. She giggled and scrunched her abdomen. He stopped, then nuzzled his nose against hers. She huffed at him and pawed at his face playfully.
"And just what are you upset for?" he asked her. He smiled down at her, "Don't worry, I am getting you something to eat." He tickled her tummy again and she laughed, feeling his fingers poke her sides. She squirmed and turned in his arm.
He stopped tickling her once they entered the kitchen.
* * *
When they got to the kitchen, Lily watched her daddy fumble around for a button on the wall. When found it, he pushed it and a light came on over head. Lily couldn't understand why he did this. She could see just fine in the dark, couldn't he? Maybe he's just being silly.
Daddy set Lily down on her cushion on top of the table. To Lily, the table always seemed really high. Her daddy was taller than everyone else so maybe he just needed a high place to put her down. She sat on the soft pillow that he kept there for her when she ate with him. Sometimes Daddy would put food down on the floor and eat with her when she played down there. She liked when he gave her meals. He always seemed to know when Lily wanted to eat, even before she did. So, why did she have to wake him up in the dark when she wanted food? She couldn't understand what made daddy forget about her when he slept. But, daddy never forgot about Lily, so, maybe dreams of feeding Lily made him forget. Lily would dream of eating sometimes, and, maybe Daddy dreamed of feeding her. Dreams were naughty! They were making daddy forget! Lilly huffed.
Lily watched daddy as he turned around to get her meal from the cold box. Clouds of cold air falling on the floor when he opened it only to stop once he closed it. He turned and put her meal into the noisy box that made light and hot food. When he didn't put it in there and just gave her a meal from the cold box, it was just that. Cold. Daddy makes so many different meals. Sometimes he shares his meals with her too. He eats weird stuff sometimes. Lily has to sniff his food before she can eat it. Hot broccoli... never again!
Lily loved Daddy so much. He gave her food, pet her ears, and played with her all the time. Even when Lily got in trouble, Daddy still loved her. She tried to always make Daddy smile. That was the best. When Daddy was happy, Lily got meals or rubs or play times.
Daddy down in the chair next to the table. He smiled at her and reached over her head to scratch her ears. Her tail wagged strongly side to side. She cooed and leaned into Daddy's soft hoof. Her hooves were like everypony else's. But Daddy's hooves were special. They could hold Lily and they helped Daddy make Lily's meals. They even moved really, super heavy things that Lily couldn't. Daddy's hooves loved Lily's ears best of all! He pinched Lily's ears softly and rubbed in little circles.
"Your bites are getting harder, sweetie." he complimented her, "You gonna keep doing that to me every night?"
"Fuud!" Lily cheered happily. Daddy laughed.
The noisy box chirped and the light went off. Lily jumped to her hooves and gasped excitedly. Daddy got up and opened the box. Hot clouds rolled off the outside of Lily's meal and she drooled, open-mouthed.
"Hahah, Lily, that's not very lady-like, is it?" Daddy's left eyebrow raised. Daddy was weird sometimes. Daddy set her meal down in front of her.
"Fuud!" Lily cried happily.
Lily lunged for her meal but when it touched her lips it hurt her. It was hot! Food isn't supposed to be hot! She squeaked softly, a wince. Daddy put his thumb over Lily's lips and rubbed them. He smiled, resting his chin on the table and then, looking from her to her food, blew on the too hot meal. She stared at him and at her food. The clouds disappearing and the hot going away. Lily sniffed at it. It smelled right and even the hot smell was going. Daddy was fixing her meal, he was magical!
Daddy smiled at Lily and then took some of the food on his "finger" and held it to Lily's mouth. She sniffed, gave it a tentative lick, It wasn't too hot any more, then wrapped her mouth around his finger, chewing on it and licking the meal off. When she got it all, he pulled his hand away to let Lily eat from the white bowl. Lily gobbled up her meal quickly, munching and snarling as she sucked down the food.
Daddy was still smiling at Lily, "Slow down, honey. Can you even taste it?"
Lily looked up at him, thinking for a second that he was going to say more, then continued munching away.
She finished quickly. She sighed sleepily when she pulled her head away from the bowl. Lily burped and tasted her meal again, a little drool running down her chin. She smiled happily feeling that her tummy was full. Daddy picked her up from the cushion on the table and used his shirt to wipe her mouth. He carried her back to bed with him, the gentle swaying and bobbing of his steps rocking her, making her sleepy.
Daddy held her close and sat down slowly on the bed, he brought his legs up and tucked his feet under the blankets, pulling the covers over his legs as he did so. He laid back slowly and turned over on his left side. He cradled Lily beside him, keeping her tucked in his arm. Lily yawned and curled up against him. Daddy was so big and so warm. Lily loved Daddy. He smelled warm and earthy to her. She continued to inhale his scent, she felt calm and... this was home. Just her and her daddy. Lily was happy. She closed her golden eyes and, feeling herself drifting into sleep, her breathing slowed.
"I love you, little Lily. My Lily." he cooed and kissed her head gently, stroking her raven mane.
"Daddy." Lily cooed softly, happily, before she fell asleep and went to play with her blue, starry-maned friend.