Her body moves against his, stroking his body, wings spread wide, neck arched back, face flushed red with ecstacy. Lews simply holds her body close while she moves in strokes with him, the raptor above him seeming most beautiful and angelic. Like Ulna, but so different.
Her eyes, a strong amber in the darkness, are so certain. No trace of the sadness or insecurity Ulna always has when she looks at him. Her mouth seeks his, always taking him in eating him with a passion unknown to him before now. She moves with a surety and want that surprises him. He has never been wanted like this before, by anyone. It shocks him but he finds the feeling most welcome. She pushes him back, moving in rhythm with his body until his body flushes with excitement, releasing its seed into her.
But though he enjoys the feeling of this female, unknown to him, there are things that are wrong. Her cheeks seem too puffy, her body is fuzzy somehow and her feathers are too soft. His vision is blurry from an eye injury but that might be his eyes playing tricks on him. But if so... why does she feel so downy soft rather then slick and smooth like a raptor? And when did raptors grow wings?
Lews fades back into restless sleep considering these things. When he wakes, he turns, instantly gagging from the smell assaulting his nose. Something like rotted eggs, mixed with overused socks with a dash of rotting fish to compliment the feel and just the dab of skunk to finish off the mix. He finds his eyes watering and cups his mouth with both hands, instantly awake now.
"So you're finally awake," says a furry creature standing on top of him with thin claws. Lews keeps his vision averted, the smell from the creature's breath having made him more then a little sick.
"What... cesspool did you spawn from?" he hisses in a less then kind manner.
"And it's nice to see you too," says the creature in kind, hopping off from him and walking around the small room. "And you're one to speak paleobreath. Or is that odor perfume from France, eh?"
"Shove it," hisses the raptor, now realizing the creature is a giant black rat wearing some type of golden crown atop his furry skull. "Before I wake myself with you going down my gullet!" If he can stand to swallow him, he thinks. The smell is aweful!
"I'd like to see you try, lizard lips!"
"I'll..." He stops, realizing he is gripping a sheet and lying atop a soft mattress. "Whe-where am I?" He doesn't remember being here yesterday. The last he remembered was being outside among the reeds when a pony...
"Oh..." says a soft voiced pony coming into the small room and setting a plate with two steaming cups down at the foot of the bed. "You're finally awake," says the blonde pegasus, smiling and tilting her head, her pink mane falling before her eyes. "How nice."
She looks towards him with a shimmering jade eye peeking out from under the matt of hair and Lews finds himself blushing. Stop it, he thinks inwardly. She's a pony! You shouldn't be attracted to her! But still the warmth comes to his cheeks at the sight of her, something aroused inside him.
"He-hey!" says the rat. "She's already called for!"
"Shut up," hisses Lews. "And what are you talking about? Are you some kind of ponyphile?"
The rat crosses his arms and chuckles. "Haha. You're one to talk after what you were doing late last night! Or was I just hearing things? Maybe rats in the walls, hmmmm?"
"I'm not into ponies, vermin. I like reptilian..." But as he leans his right arm back feeling the soft flesh beneath his palm, his eyes widen. The creature next to him is very soft, and very fuzzy. "Oh no..." he whispers, realizing what he thought was a dream yesterday was anything but.
"Heh," says the rat, turning away. "Seems I'm not the only ponyphile here!"
"Now Rat..." says the blonde pony, fluttering over towards him with barely a sound to her wings. "Be nice. He's a guest after all. It's not often Ophelia brings men to the house."
"Yeah... if you can call him that."
"Ophelia?" says Lews, turning slowly towards the pony in bed with him, shivering suddenly as he sees her amber eyes opening, her hooves catching his arm suddenly, tongue running up his finger. She lifts her long neck, stretching, her full body exposed to him as she yawns with an expanse of her jaws so wide that it could impress several raptors.
She looks at him, grinning, and pushes him back against the headboard. "Hello handsome," she says. "Do you want a little tussle?"
He stares back, his eyes wide as he looks upon her thinking of the raptor last night and the inconsistencies she had. Inconsistencies that make sense when he considers she was a pony. A pony with wings! As he can see her wings spreading wide, flaring and quivering with her excitement. She leans towards him, pushing his neck back, running her tongue up the length of it and Lews can't help but feel a tingle run up his spine of his own excitement.
"Now Ophelia," says the blonde pony. "Give him his room. I have breakfast ready."
Ophelia grins at him, her teeth bared and sharp. Though she is fully exposed, her neck only inches away from his teeth, Lews finds himself leaning back, his claws rising to protect himself.
"Such a funny lizard," says the pony, leaning towards him and running her tongue up the side of his neck a second time before nipping him lightly, her teeth breaking skin. "Come on, better please Fluttershy before she kicks us out, or decides to join in."
"Join in?" he says, still staring wide eyed as the pony leaps off, looking to the other pony who suddenly goes red in the face.
Ophelia turns, giving him a sly smile. "What? My flank not enough for you? I'm going to have to change that." She snaps her head towards him, snapping her teeth shut feet away from his face and Lews finds his head banging sharply against the wall.
"So cute," says Ophelia. "I love your fear honey."
With a laugh, she walks out of the room, hips swaying back and forth suggestively before slamming the door shut. "Uh... we'll be in the other room if you want to... um... powder up," she the blonde pony flutters off with nar a sound.
"Man huh?" says the rat, striding away. "More like powderpuff."
Lews stares and blinks, letting the quiet laughter from the other room be the only noise in the room. He stares at his quivering hands, his heart thundering. The pony from yesterday and the raptor from last night... He realizes that in his daze both were one and the same. He swallows and lays his head in his hands. "What is happening to me?" he whispers, and begins to rock back and forth in the bed afraid of the feelings coming upon him.
The pain rips through her body and Ophelia shudders, her body shivering and wings fluttering as in her mind her blade clashes with that of another. Except she can't see it. She can't see where that blade came from or anything.
"So the warriors of today will attack anyone who is unarmed?" says the hooded woman.
"What the fuck?!" growls Ophelia, attacking once more, and again. But each and every blow is deflected, bouncing off an invisible shield she can not see. Her blood is boiling. Against the desk on which she truly lies, her eyes squint up in frustration, teeth grit in anger.
But within the flash of memory the woman speaks again, as if speaking to a wayward child. "From that attack I would presume you are within the single digits, but it will take far more then that to defeat a former number two."
It is then the blade flashes. Wounds slashing across her knees, her cheeks, stomach and arms and many other parts of her body. Wounds appear almost from magic, the hood blowing away from the warrior before her, her silver hair billowing about, elfen features visible now, slanted eyes regarding her with such a lowness.
Ophelia growls as her body slams against the floor, splattering more blood from her now open wounds. She lifts her head, turning her body as the warrior walks past her towards the blonde half awakened being.
"Bitch..." she hisses. "Bitch. Don't ignore me... don't..."
But as she stretches out her hand towards her assailant her mind drifts into a blackness, and her outer body asleep on Fluttershy's table shivers, a soft neigh coming from between pressed lips, unawares that a predator watches her, his lips quivering.
Lews had opened the door slowly, the hinges creaking as he pushed it open. Hearing only distorted sounds of snoring followed by the fretful sounds of a disturbed sleep, he'd pushed it the rest of the way open and walked out, his claws clicking on the wooden floor, tongue licking the air for signs of life and action. There is none but that restless moaning from the sleeping pegasus and a smell of blood emanating from somewhere in this room that makes his stomach gurgle.
His lips curl in a snarl, pulling back from sharpened teeth. "You should not sleep before a predator, little pony..." he hisses.
"Yeah?" says a voice behind him.
He turns quickly, staring at the large black rat with squinty eyes. "Seems to me you were the prey, paleobreath. Or do most "hunters" play bottoms to their prey?"
Lews snaps his jaws before the rat's nose. "Shut up!"
The rat barely flinches, instead flicking Lews' nose with a thin pink finger. "Yeah, whatever. Like these two haven't threatened to eat me before."
Lews leans back, cocking his head to stare at the vermin before him. "What are you talking about?" he hisses. "They're ponies! Grass eaters and hay seeds! Food for us... better predators..."
"Yeah..." says the rat, snickering. "Big talk for a guy having sex with his food. Then again... why don't you look in the fridge? Tell me how much hay you really see?"
Lews raises his arms, tongue playing along his teeth. His stomach rumbles, gurgling with the hunger he has suppressed for hours because of his fear. And the smell, it is very strong. Layers of blood freshly spilt, inviting him to feed. "Shut up. I'll just turn you into a snack before eating the main course!"
"Yeah?" says the rat, fist knuckling against his hips. "Maybe you're just chicken?"
"What?" he hisses.
"Chicken! You're too scared to even look in the fridge!"
"I am not..."
"Bock! Bock!" The rat motions with his arms, scratching at the floor with a foot. There is a moan behind him and Lews turns sharply, noting the pony moving on the table. His heart quickening, he lowers his voice, fear entering his senses.
"Fine you fowl vermin! Shut up and I'll check the fridge."
"Chicken!"
He raises his arm in agitation and stomps over to the fridge, opening it. "See," he hisses. "There's only... oh my Celestia!"
Rather then bowls of fruit and grasses, the fridge is filled with skewered squirrels and mice, diced and slit fish, a skinned rabbit and the haunch of something that looks like a pony, still fresh and bloody, bleeding onto the base of the fridge, the blood dribbling out towards his foot. He takes an inadvertent step back and slams the fridge closed.
"What is this!?" he hisses. "These are ponies but the fridge is stocked with meat!"
"Yeah..." says the rat, sidling over to him. "Throws you for a loop, don't it? Well..." he says, crossing his arms. "If you're going to try killing her you'd better do it now before ol' slaughter shy gets here."
"Slaughter shy?" he asks, leaning back, his heart thundering in his chest now, a light bead of sweat forming on his brow.
"Well, get going!" says the rat, shoving Lews towards the sleeping pony. "Times awastin'! It's eat or be eaten, ain't it! So get chomping chopper lips!"
Lews stumbles towards the pony, her long outstretched neck before his jaws. He stares from her to the rat and back again. It looks so soft and easy to access. There for the kill. He licks his canines, that inside the fridge having awakened his hunger, his hand claws clicking.
So what if she is a predator too? Predators kill each other all the time! This'll just be another kill and he'll prove to his kind he isn't the sapless fool they believe him to be.
He opens his jaws wide, leaning back, tail extended. Snarling, he lunges forward only to be caught by her hoof. Hands suddenly clawing at her hoof, he struggles for breath, feeling as if she is strangling him.
"What are you doing?" she asks, slowly rising from the table, while at once forcing him to his knees, her wings spreading wide, eyes aglow in the darkness of the room.
He is gagging, having difficulty breathing. "Nu-nothing," he chokes out. Her eyes narrow as she considers him, eyes seeming to glow brighter.
"It looked like you were trying to eat me," she says, her hoof somehow tightening on his throat.
"Aaaarrrraaaack..." he gasp, feeling his bones press against one another painfully.
"Sure was!" says the rat. "Wanted to take a good ol' bite from your nice flank!"
"Is that so," says Ophelia, lifting a brow. Interestingly her hoof starts to loosen from Lews' neck as well.
"YO!" they hear, a shadow passing before the window. Lews catches a brief glimpse of a large bovine creature that is pale and white pass by.
"Shit," growls Ophelia, smacking her forehead with her hoof. "It's that bastard again," she whispers. Her hoof continues to loosen and Lews breathes more easily, though it comes in ragged wheezes.
"Ophelia!" the voice booms. "It's your prince in shining armor! Yeah!"
"Fucking bastard," growls Ophelia, dragging Lews painfully by the neck, forcing him to walk crab style across the floor. She leans behind the fridge and pulls out a large blade, almost double her size, with a 0 at its center, a vertical line bisecting it. She waves the sword before Lews' face, sliding the bladed point across the skin of his neck.
"You want to eat pony?" she says in a seductive voice. "Good, then you're going to help me get rid of one or else..." She presses the blade under his lower jaw, twisting the blade back and forth. "I'm having lizard fillets tonight. Understand?"
He swallows, the rat behind him snickering. He feels a wetness below his eyes but nods slowly. "Yesss... I understand."
Ophelia smiles, her teeth bared with a dark gleam, her eyes shining malevolently. "Good, little toy. You're learning."
Lews swallows, his throat feeling suddenly dry, body shivering violently. NOTHING, absolutely nothing has he seen so frightening as this pony before him and he wonders if he can actually return to his land with its bullies and sullen female in one piece or even alive for that matter. For here in this pony village everything seems upside down and he's on the wrong side of the food chain!