@Badumsquish  
>an effeminite girly-boy  
Which is a good thing.  
>That doesn’t mean he’s gay though; he’s completely and 100% heterosexual  
This statement can easily be both true and false, just take the third option.

@Badumsquish  
Riiiiight~

@Phantom Rider  
In astrology, a coma is the envelope around the nucleus of a comet, much like the freckles around his boopable nose.
 
@Keith Mowz  
I did go out of my way to make him an effeminite girly-boy though. That doesn’t mean he’s gay though; he’s completely and 100% heterosexual  
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@Phantom Rider  
I meant he’s a guy. :B

@Keith Mowz  
Then whose?
 
I’d still like to know where the name comes from, if anyone knows.

@Phantom Rider  
Badum has many female OCs. Coma is not one of them.

Is she called Coma because her cuteness will put you in one?

*boop!*

@Background Pony #9468  
@Dirty Bit  
As a matter of fact I totally did enjoy that.
 
@Phantom Rider  
Lol, I could have sworn I did comment on that already. Either my internet dodged out again, or I was drunk and forgot to his “post reply” or something :D

Aw, I wanna know what Badum thought of the story.

Suck the unsuckable  
Boop the unboopable  
Row, Row,  
It’s Badumsquish.

@Nordguy  
Vampiric pony  
Still owes you one hundred bits  
Its snowing on Mt Fuji

@Nordguy
 
applauds the haiku

@Background Pony #9468
 
I’m sure he’d enjoy that. I kind of liked it, myself

You arrive home from the market, narrowly having missed another run in with that cloud pony again. Honestly, word gets out that you sometimes allow ponies to sleep in the house and it’s like the entirety of Equestria descends on you expecting free lodging. That line of thought comes to an abrupt halt upon setting down your bags and laying eyes on the rather angry looking bat pony staring up at you.
 
“Well?” Coma asks, folding his forelegs across his chest.
 
You continue to look at him for a moment before shrugging and tending to your bags. Lots of vegetables and a bag or two of hay fries; he’d be around later with an appetite to match his size.
 
“Ahem!”
 
No. You’re not doing it, not this time. You still can’t help but sigh at the sound of Coma walking around to hop up on one of the chairs and stare over at you. His brown—he’d insisted you call it burgundy but you knew better—and red mane sits just as dishevelled as it had that morning. Mustn’t have brushed it.
 
Oh, is that what this is about? You look up from the shopping again to the face of Coma still angrily bearing down on you. Did he expect free mane brushing on top of being allowed sleep here last night? Geeze that guy has some sense of entitlement. All without still having not come through on the last time he promised payment. That was to say nothing of how despite your continued insistence that he not, he’d still taken a little blood last night. And you were not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing that those hooves felt nice around you or that you felt warm from more than just the blood being sucked.
 
“You know you are some piece-a work, buddy!” His sudden outburst stirs you from your thoughts and, without realising, you slam a tin of Saddle Arabian spiced tea—Kalianne’s favourite—down a little too hard, knocking the lid off.
 
“Coma, if you’re looking to have yourself barred then you’re doing a damn good job of it.” You continue to stare at him for a moment longer before resuming unpacking.
 
“Oh, you’re one to talk!” the bat pony angrily spits back. “Giving a guy a boop and just leavin’ him hanging.”
 
You stare him down, folding your own arms.
 
“That was cruel! I-I thought you were my friend!” Is that… actual hurt in his voice? “And even after I started, you wouldn’t even look at me.” His forelegs slip down, the rest of the bat pony slumping after them. “So… So just say it, okay? You’ll never have to see me again; I’ll mail your payment.”
 
Your irritation subsides to be replaced by confusion and a rising sense of worry. Coma mightn’t have been the most reliable friend, he might even have been the explanation for why one of your jackets is now missing… It’s not the first time that you realise calling him a friend would be a stretch, for others. But you look at that face - the same face that’s given you the puppy dog look so many times, the one that cheered you up on that waste of a night at the Hay Bale, soft purple eyes, scraggly mane… Okay, most ponies wouldn’t consider him that much of a looker and more than a few would probably toss rocks at him if he ever showed up at their stores again but damnit, he was still a friend.
 
“Just tell me what’s wrong, alright?” you ask, softening your voice.
 
“You!” Comes the angry response, Coma jabbing a hoof over the table and knocking a jar of marmalade over. “You… I know I’m not perfect but at least I never did anything like that!”
 
You continue staring at him blankly, turning last night over in your mind. Your other beds were taken up and the rest of your space was pushed to the limit. That left your own bed and surely if he was there, it’d mean less of a chance of him sneaking off and getting up to mischief. You had expected to lie down with him at your back and drift off to sleep. You hadn’t expected the soft sound of sniffing and a hoof to come over your chest, a soft body following after to press into your back and a quiet mumble of, “no homo”.
 
Coma was gone in the morning, or so you’d thought. He certainly wasn’t in the bed, nor anywhere around the house. With all your recent arrivals you’d been left with little choice but to restock on food, again, but the morning had been otherwise unremarkable.
 
“Coma—” You start but he immediately interrupts you.
 
“You booped me!” He spits the word with such venom that you jump back in your chair. “You booped me and didn’t even have the decency to cuddle me after!”
 
You can but continue to stare at the bat pony who scowls back.
 
“Is that what last night was about? Is that why you drank some blood?”
 
“Yes! I-I mean…” Coma suddenly fidgets, his nose scrunching up as he sits back on his chair and paws at the table. “I mean, it’d probably have made up for that. Hey!” He shoots back up, leaning across the table. “This isn’t about me!”
 
“Well you’re the one making stuff up to make me feel bad!” You respond, feeling anger creeping into your voice again.
 
“I am not making this up!” Coma hops onto the table and strides across it to you, knocking your goods aside. “Booping a bat pony is a sign of deep affection, Anon! The least you owe them afterwords is a nice dinner!”
 
“Really?” you ask, sitting back and letting the bat pony stare you down. “There’s an easy way to test this.”
 
You’re sure you hear him mutter, “Oh no,” under his breath.
 
“All I have to do-” You lift a hand, curling all but your index finger and poking that one towards his face. “Is boop you again.”
 
To be continued?  
Also apologies to Badum. I realise I’m most likely taking liberties with your characters, I do hope you don’t mind _{too much}!

Well, he’s got a bit of eyelash action going on which is traditionally a thing for girls in cartoons and such. And his mane looks kinda girlish. Just an observation, mind. Nothing wrong with it.
 
That said: WHY DON’TCHA GET A HAIRCUT, YA HIPPY!?  

@Background Pony #2643  
Look at the last pic with the batpony. He’s a guy.

@Victorious  
Ponies facing you tend to look androgynous

@Background Pony #2643  
*he

Hoop the bat pony, this confuses the bat allowing for prompt picking up. The bat will assume it’s cuddle time. Use this as an advantage to GIVE ME MY DAMN BITS YOU FANG TOOTHED FREELOADER.

is that anything like rolling a shark onto its back?

She will lick your finger if you’re not careful

@Background Pony #39D5
 
Coma’s a dude
 
@Bionomaly
 
Too bad you can only edit forum posts XD

@Bionomaly  
And I noticed the error just as I hit post, curse my automatic reliance on spellcheck