It was very in the late night, or maybe very in the early morning in my Equestria dreamscape, but either way the wild party that Scratch was throwing was still ongoing. I had excused myself about hour ago and retired to our suite on the second floor. Fortunately the party was mostly happening at the other end of the mansion, but one could still hear the sounds of music, singing, and general festive behavior.
However I was soon to discover that some of the party was coming to me.
I had a rehearsal with Scratch and the crew at 10am tomorrow so I had considered it prudent to head off to bed so I’d get a full night sleep. Despite being shaded by large willow trees working in the rehearsal hall was hot muggy work, and I swear Scratch must use some kind of magic spell to counter the effects of alcohol. Because that mare can pack it away like no one's business! However after about 5 tankards of rum punch I had called it a day. It was still very warm and humid outside, so I was just lying in bed on my back with none blankets or sheets covering me.
I was awoken by the sound of some pony fumbling to open the door to our suite. I could hear Petina and Carousel hushed giggling as they entered the suite. Even half awake I could tell that both of them were three sheets to the wind. Then oil lamp on the left nightstand came to life. Great. I kept my eyes closed I addressed my roommates.
“Evening ladies. Have a good time?” The two mares giggled.
“Yesh we did!” Proclaimed Petina in very drunken voice. “Und we’ve brought yu a somethin!”
“We brought um, uh drinks!” Declared a thoroughly pickled Carousel as I heard the clink of glass bottle in ice bucket as it was placed on the right nightstand.
“Und we got yu eats!” I heard tray of something clumsily levitate on the left nightstand.
Without opening my eyes I addressed the mares. “That is very nice of you but I’ve already eaten and drank more than enough for this evening. So why don’t two get ready for bed?”
There was more giggling from the two mares. “Oh but we’ve haven’t gotten tu the best part!” Exclaimed Petina. “We brought something just fur yu!”
Before I could parse the meaning of that I heard Petina’s levitation kick into high gear. Next thing I knew felt a heavy weight settle on my chest, almost knocking the wind out of me. Snapping my eyes open I found them staring into a pair golden cat-like eyes with long eyelashes; I suddenly realized I had a glorious looking, deep crimson red batpony mare lying on my chest.
The mare didn’t seem to be alarmed or annoyed by being handled by Petina’s levitation. She just laid on my chest with her front legs crossed and very impish looking on her face. Outside of that she neither moved nor said a word. Petina continued her sales pitch.
“Weeus met her tunight at the party and sheez lots of fun! Can we keep her?”
Carousel nodded her head in a bobble-head fashion. “And she likes both a mares and stallions to! She’s ah, um, b, b, b….”
“Butt sexual!” Exclaimed Petina.
“Carousel shook her head and giggled. “Oh Petina! You’ve had too much to drink! Yu meant bisexual right?”
Petina wobbled her head in agreement. “Yeah that!”
Carousel suddenly started pointing at mare’s bat wings as if I might not have noticed. “Oh! Oh! And look Sky Brush! She’s got wings, but they’ve got no feathers! That means she’s a b, b, b….”
“She’s a butt pony!” Proclaimed Petina.
Carousel slowly shook her head. “No, no. She’s a bat pony Petina. A bat pony.”
“Right!” Agreed the white unicorn mare. “We’ve brought yu back a butt sexual, butt pony!” Petina began to climb on to left side of the bed. “We’re going tu have fun tunight!”
“Yus we are!” Said Carousel as she clambered in on the right side.
“We’re going tu fun all night long!” Petina snuggled up on my left side.
“Fun! Fun! Fun!” Agreed the earth pony as she joined on the right.
And then the two of them promptly passed out, leaving me with two unconscious roommates and a butt. I mean bat pony still lying on my chest staring at me with the most mischievous look in her eyes. I coughed once.
“Um hello.” Okay not greatest opening line, but it was a start. “Um, I’m Sky Brush, and you areeee?”
“Name is Sundown.” The bat mare finally spoke softy husky voice. She casually flicked her short cut black mane with a front hoof as she said this.
Okay, good. We’ve established communication. Now we? I smiled and tried to keep the awkward conversation going. “Sooooo, uh sorry for my friends dragging you up here. It was very polite of you to go along with it, bbbuuttt you should probably go now.”
Sundown lowered her head until her chin rested on her front hoofs. All the while her eyes remained locked on mine.
“No.” She said.
“Uh, what?” I replied.
“No. I am not leaving.” Said the mare, her gold cat eyes never wavering from mine. Did she ever blink? I couldn’t remember her blinking yet?
Great! “Um, look I would prefer if you’d go so I can…”
The bat mare slowly closed her eyes. Okay, fine she blinked! But she did it in that slow sultry way that was not helping the situation.
“Your friends invited me up to your room for the night, and it is their two votes against your one. So, I stay.” She grinned at me showing several pointy, bitey teeth.
Oh sun and moon! I’ve got myself bedroom lawyer! I coughed to emphasize my next point and the fact that her weight was making it just a bit hard to breathe.
“Look I my partners are obviously are more pickled than a couple of cucumbers and they’re not even conscious now so they were not of sound mind when they…”
“It’s a simple math.” Replied Sundown as she slowly spread her large, deep crimson red wings then folded them again. “Two votes to one. I stay.” She declared this as if stating some obvious known fact, like the sun would rise tomorrow in the east.
Okay let’s try another tack. I thought. I really didn’t want to create a scene. “Why do you want to stay?” I asked.
“Because your friends are lots of fun, and they were saying all kinds of things about you to. You sound like you can be lots of fun to.” The mare gave her hips a wiggle as she said this.
All right let’s another angle! “So, um, I haven’t noticed any bat ponies in Scratch’s troupe. What are you doing here in Ft. Trotterdale?
“Oh I’m like you.” Said the mare. “I’m not part of Scratch’s regular company but I do contract work for her occasion. I’m down for a couple weeks then I’ll return to Manehattan.”
“Oh, and what is your regular line of work.” I asked. Maybe I can work this angle I thought.
Sundown grin got even bigger, and even more of her pointy, bitey teeth shined in the lamplight. “Oh, I’m a freelance reporter, I write articles for several entertainment journals and newspapers.”
I my heart suddenly redlined. Sundown moved a hoof then turned head and pressed an ear against my chest. Then she giggled.
“Well that got your attention stallion.” She waggled her eyebrows at me. “So do you want to keep asking the butt pony questions, or shall we do something else instead that doesn’t involve us talking so much?”
I bobbled my head up and down. She grinned and reached over and turned off the oil lamp.
“Good idea.” She growled in the dark.

To be continued.