My lungs are on fire.

Each time I cough a jolt of pain shoots through my chest, and a puff of dust soars out of my throat. My sight is hazy, and my ears are ringing. I can barely even recognize the two blurred figures of my friends in front of me. Standing up feels like trying to press a weight off my back, and staying up is another challenge entirely. Weakly, I open my mouth and shout something that sounds like screeching mice to my ears. My friend's reply comes back in much the same manner, but quickly starts to even out into something manageably coherent.

“...okay... I'm alright... Sweetie Belle? Where are you? I can barely see anything. Are you there?”

“Yeah, I'm over here!” I call out.

The fog of dust begins to dissipate, and I can see clearly again. My legs are still a little wobbly, but other than that, most of my symptoms begin to fade.

“Where's Scootaloo?” Applebloom asks.

“Right here!” She comes stumbling out of the now uprooted grass fields, shaking flaky plant bits out of her wings. “Dear Celestia, what was that thing?”

Applebloom collects her breath before answering. “No idea. I never saw anythin' like it before in mah' life. It was scary look'n though. Where do you think it went?”

“Beats me. Though from the looks of things, I doubt it was to anything good.” Scootaloo looks off into the landscape, where much of the plant life has been blown away, and the very earth beneath it torn up and ripped apart by sheer force.

While my friends worry over the landscape, I stay focused on my own wounds. There's not much in this world that can harm me, and believe me that's saying something. Not even a full blooded demon would be able to weaken me that easily, a normal full blooded demon should not have caused me all that sickness just by flying over me. Which means whatever did just pass by us went well beyond any normal demon, possibly into the ranks of a demigod.

Thankfully any ill effects it may have caused don't seem to be permanent. I can already feel the weariness drain from my body. My senses make a full recovery, and my energy returns. In fact, I feel even more energized all of sudden. I'm practically glowing with vigor, my skin is buzzing with it. I feel as if I could take on the world, I feel as if...

Something is wrong.

Something is very, very, wrong.

“Do you think we should tell someone? That thing might try to hurt somepony,” says Apple Bloom.

“You're probably right. We should head into town and find Rainbow Dash, or one of her friends. Sweetie Belle, do you know if... Sweetie Belle?” I'm hunched over on my knees, breathing in deep, panicked breaths. “Hey, Sweetie Belle, are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I'm fine.”

No, no, I'm not fine. I don't know what that thing did to me, but all of a sudden my demonic urges have returned. This hunger... I've never felt a thirst for blood this strong before in my life. It's like a wild animal has hatched in my stomach, and is now violently clawing its way out. I can't stay here, I need to go, I need to move, I... I need to kill... I... need... to kill something!

“Are you sure you're alright? You don't look so good.”

I stare up at Apple Bloom, my mind involuntarily begins to think of the most grizzly means of death for her. Impulses comes over me, I want to jump her, rip the jaw out of her skull and use it to club in her neck. I lurch back in horror, my stomach churning at what my mind is conjuring up, my body trembling and sweating with fear.

“Sweetie Belle?”

“I've got to go!”

My friends are startled by the words. Scootaloo stutters out, “You're leaving? Why?”

“I-I just have to go now. I'll catch you girls later, bye!”

“Wait!”

Their calls fall on def ears. I turn around, and run. Where too, I have no idea, but anywhere is better than around them, or anypony for that matter. I use a little demonic energy to increase the speed of my sprint. It's a reckless tactic, one that could draw suspicion to me, but I don't have time to be concerned.

In the corner of my eye, I see the schoolhouse, and several small foals still playing right outside. My mouth goes wet and my hunger rampant upon seeing them, my tongue faintly recals the taste of blood.

I shake my head, hoping to dislodge the thoughts inside it. With new found urgency, I change paths and blindly charge forward. Try as I may, I know I can't just keep running forever. I need a plan, some way to calm myself down, but I've got nothing. I might be able to restrain myself for a little while, but unless I taste some form of blood soon, I will break, and the Princesses only know what harm I'll do then.

With led in my chest, I think hard for some figure in Ponyville, anypony who would deserve to die. This proves to be a mistake. I'm suddenly assaulted by visions of me devouring Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, I can almost taste the gore that I tear out of their chests. I yell at my mind to shut up, but like a stubborn child, it doesn't listen.

More visions assault my senses, tricking my mind, and deceiving my sight. I'm running through a red, hellish field of death. The corpses of dozens of ponies are littered everywhere, tossed about on the ground in large red smears, and impaled on massive ten foot spikes for all to see. Crows swarm down to peck at the bodies, avidly enjoying the soft tender flesh that they strip effortlessly off the bone.

I burry my head into the ground, muffling a scream. I concentrate hard, and focus all my energy in getting back in control. I empty my head, purging it of all violent thoughts, but I'm still blighted with the urge in my stomach. When I feel like I'm somewhat sated, I lift my head up, smile upon seeing the visions are gone, and...

Fuck me with an iron pole! I ran right into the center of town!

Now everywhere I look I see ponies, ponies, and more meals with legs. They walk obliviously about their business, completely unaware of the child-sized demon who is horny for blood. I try to run, but there's no escaping from them. Some wave to me, smiling and giving friendly greetings, unwittingly painting a target on their foreheads. I can no longer control my imagination. I see a mare jogging down the street, and I want to rip the bones out of her legs and suck out the marrow. I spy a pair of starry-eyed lovers, and I want to smash their heads into each other and have a nice bloody salad. I notice a mother nurturing an infant, and I want to crack open the baby's skull and eat its brains like an egg yolk.

My panic slowly rises with each new temptation, and I fear it's going to pop my body like a balloon. The urges are growing, pounding on the wall of my chest. I'm at my wits end. If I don't get some blood in my mouth right now, I might snap.

I come to a stand still in the middle of the road, my body is shaking, thin lines of drool and sweat are sliding down my chin. My bloodshot eyes stare off into the distance, suddenly noticing the large collection of trees outside of town. Everfree Forest.

Everfree Forest!

That's it! That's my salvation! If I can just get to Everfree there'll be tons of creatures I can feast on. With a burst of energy, I sprint across the way, ignoring the weird looks I get from others, and charge into the density of trees.

Once I'm inside I go into full predator mode. My ears twitch and I quickly detect birds chirping above me. I see the prey, perched on a branch a little ways over my head. With a beastly snarl I lunge up fifteen feet, and chomp down one of the birds. The flock squawks and scatters, but they're practically bite-sized meals that don't take me long to ingest. I'm able to get three more before they're all out of my reach. The small snack has lessened my hunger, but no where near satiated it.

For the next several minutes I rampage through the forest, killing anything and everything that can eat, breath, and shit in the bush. I'm eating the organs of a large raccoon, when I feel my mortal guise begin to rupture. My teeth grow as sharp as daggers, and a pair of horns sprout from my head. It's not working. No matter how many animals I feast on, it doesn't do it for me. Now I realize that I need something big, something whose blood will actually make a dent in my appetite. Perhaps if I look hard enough I'll find a Manticore, or a Hydra, or-

“Sweetie Belle!”

My whole being freezes. I'd recognize those high pitched voices anywhere. No! Not them, not now! Why, why couldn't they just leave well enough alone? I want to close my eyes and pretend this is dream, tell myself I'll wake up any minute, but I'm well beyond such fantasies. I'm awake, this is really happening, my friends have followed me into the forest.

I flood my lungs with breath, slowly growing colder the more I inhale. I've gotta head further into the woods, throw them off track, I need to... I need to...

“Sweetie Belle!”

I scream.

They're standing right behind me.

“There you are. We were looking all over for you.” Apple Bloom states.

“Yeah, what was the deal with...” Scootaloo stops in mid sentence. I'd imagine by now they've noticed the blood that's practically dripping off my mane and coat, not mention the eviscerated raccoon corpse. “... Dear... holy... Celestia!”

“Sweetie Belle... what happened here? What did this?” Applebloom asks in a perturbed voice. “Are-are you okay?”

I don't turn to face them. Not because I'm afraid they might notice my demonic features, but because I know that if I look at them, I probably wont be able to control myself. With a shuddering voice I grunt. “Go... away!”

Scootaloo's voice goes to shock. “What? First you run off out of nowhere, and then we find you alone in Everfree covered in blood? Sorry, that's not going to happen, you're gonna tell us what happened right now!”

“Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom shouts. “Forget what happened, Sweetie Belle is hurt right now!”

“I'm fine!” I yell out. “I just need to be alone right now! So get out of here, now!”

I grind my hooves into the dirt, sending small electric sparks through the grass. Don't come near me, don't come near me, please don't come near me!

“Sweetie Belle.” Apple Bloom's calm voice only makes me cringe. “We just want to help you. Come on, we're your friends. Friends can help each other out.”

I can sense her approaching. Each of her steps forces a heavier weight down in my chest, eventually squeezing tears out my eyes. I fall to the ground, and plead. “Please. I know we're friends, so now I am begging you to trust me on this. Leave, me, alone. Get out of here and don't come back. I'll be fine, but you need to go. Please, please, go.”

I degrade into tears, weeping and whimpering as I pray to whatever god or divine being that would possibly watch over me, to make my friends listen to me.

I go unanswered.

Apple Bloom's hoof comes down on my shoulder. Her small, soft, succulent leg is on my shoulder. My head twitches and I slowly turn to look at her. If the fact that I have sharp teeth and horns doesn't freak her out, my psychotic look certainly does.

“What in tar-”

I shove her with all my force and she goes flying back, sliding across the dirt when she lands.

“Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo shouts. “Sweetie Belle, what are you-”

The moment she looks at me her entire body turns pale. I'm trembling violently, and the effort it takes to restrain myself is painful. “Run! Get away from me... rargh... mother fucker!” My voice is becoming increasingly more monstrous, almost like multiple ponies are speaking at once. “I can't control this, your only chance is to run! You need to go, you have to get away!”

They stare in pure dumbfounded horror. “Sweetie Belle?”

My rage peaks, my inner demon takes over. “Get... a...way from me!!!”

I roar in pain and anger, the sudden surge of demonic energy I release causes several of the plants around me to burst into flames. My mortal shell cracks open and I feel the rest of my true appearance take form. Demonic bat wings sprout from my back, my hoof tips become pointed and sharp, my mane turns deathly white, and my eyes glow an evil red. By the time my transformation is complete, my friends are already running for their lives.

I grin and give chase.

My vision is pulsing red everywhere I look, and I catch up to them without much effort. Whatever affection I once had for these tasty little treats is numbed away by pure instincts, the need to kill. With a wicked mindset I decide to play with my food a little.

I run ahead of them and throw myself into a tree, knocking it down right into their path. They skid to a stop, glancing at me in horror, before changing directions. I laugh and proceed to repeat the gag several times. Sometimes knocking trees down, scaring them from the side of the path, or even jumping down right in front of them. I can almost taste the fear in their hearts as they desperately try to outrun me, eventually though, they run out of places to go.

They charge through a small cleared section of the woods, and come to a sliding halt in front of a large cave entrance. Their faces go white upon seeing it, but I shout a wild roar behind them and kill any anxieties they had about entering. The chase continues into the tunnels. The deeper we go the more light we loose. Soon my prey is running in pitch darkness, but my enhanced senses allow me to see perfectly. Not that it would matter. Their conversation is so loud, and the echo of the cave so large, that I probably don't even need night vision to find them.

“What was that! What in all of Tartarus was that!” one of them shouts.

“I don't know? Just be quiet!” It sounds like she's crying. I chance a pleasured moan when I imagine her tear stricken face. “Do you... do you think that thing could've eaten Sweetie Belle? Do you think she's... that she's...”

The cave is silent for a moment, the voice of my prey comes as a whisper. “I don't know, all I do know is that we can't let that thing find us.” She grunts in frustration. “Stupid darkness, I can't even see my own hoof in here. Maybe we should... wait, Apple Bloom, do you see that?”

“Yeah, there's light comin' up ahead. Come on, lets get over there, fast!”

They come into my field of sight, scampering across the cave floor towards a dimly lit tunnel. My predator instincts kick in again, and I follow stealthily behind them. They rush down the stone tunnel, which becomes increasingly bright the deeper they go. It opens up into a large, brightly lit room, in which my prey come to a dead halt upon entering. It doesn't take me long to see why. Mountains of jewels, gold, and silver lay scattered everywhere throughout the room. Their glinting exterior casts an aura of light that illuminates the whole cave, as if a star had fallen from the sky and taken shelter within these tunnels.

My prey stands gawking at the fortune. They give me more than enough time to end this hunt. I creep up slowly out of darkness, trying to decide which one to eat, and which one to save for fun. The orange one definitely has more muscle on her, and probably more blood, but I always liked the sound of her voice. I'd bet anything she's a screamer when it comes down to it. The yellow one also has a bit of meat on her, but her body is definitely more appealing to me than her cohort. My mind continues to argue with itself, until I get the idea to chance it on a little game. I'll growl, and whoever looks at me first gets eaten.

Grinning at this plan I proceed in a little closer. Once I'm well within eye-sight, I stretch out my hooves to stand as tall as I can. I inhale my breath, and open my mouth to release a terrifying roar. Vicious howls reverberate throughout the entire cave, but I'm left standing confused, having not uttered the sound myself.

My prey is also confused, looking around to see where the roar came from, just as the ground begins to shake. Slowly, the mound of diamonds and rubies begins to move. Small bits of priceless treasure crumbles off the mass and clatters to the floor. Out from the rising tower of jewels, two glaring yellow eyes appear, staring threateningly at my victims. They rise up higher and higher, the veil of gems growing increasingly thin, until finally they fall away to reveal the massive green dragon underneath.

My red eyes burst open. A dragon! A fuck mothering dragon! I've always heard about them, how their meat is the most succulent and juicy food a demon can hope to taste, how their blood is like fine wine compared to other races. Already a thin layer of drool drips down my chin.

I'm so caught up in fantasies of dragon meat, that I barely even realize that the beast is talking. “More pests come to my cave, come to steal from my hoard! Answer for you're crimes insects! What makes you think you can steal from a dragon and live to tell about it!”

My prey is not as excited as I am to see the dragon. The yellow one finds her voice first. “We... we weren't trying to steal from you, m-mr. Dragon sir. W-we were being chased. Some monster was after us, we just needed a place to hide that's all.”

“Lies!” He slams his fist into the ground, the force sending several precious stones into the air. “I have dealt with creatures of your nature before. Nothing but mooches and thieves they are. You will die here.”

“N-no, no! You don't need to do that! We don't mean any harm, we just... we just...” The yellow one's voice dies away as the dragon begins to rise and stand on its hind legs. Smoke trails out from its nostrils and its eyes narrow as if trying to aim. My prey begins to cower, embracing each other and crying as their final moments arrive. The dragon's maw opens wide, but with its attention focused on my former victims, I see my opportunity to strike.

I charge from the tunnel entrance like a bolt of lightning, ramming through the two sobbing fillies in my way, and lurch at the beast. I tackle him around the neck, forcing him to fall backward and slam his head against the cave wall. I try to go for a bite at his throat, but his claws are swift to grab me, and I only cause a cut skin deep.

The dragon growls and glares at me within his grip. I have a smile plastered across my face, even when he holds me over his mouth intending to drop me inside, I simply unfurl my wings, and glide into his face. I jump at his eye socket, taking a massive bite into his gigantic pupil.

The beast screams in pain and anger, jumping about wildly and shaking the whole foundation of the cave. I hear cracking noises, and massive rocks hitting the ground, probably the result of a cave in. I'm much too busy tasting of the rich sweet blood that I've heard so much about to care.

It's true what they said, it's like liquidized fire. Spicy on the tongue, but also sweet like ripe fruit. It's like my first taste of alcohol. I love the substance, and now I only want more.

I dig my jaws further into his eyeballs, scooping out mouth-fulls of soft tender flesh. I keep going in further, squirming my body into the hole, intent on burrowing through into the brain. I almost have my entire body inside, when I feel the dragon's claws grab the end of my tail, and yank me out of the wound. He sends me flying across the room and crashing into the wall on the other end.

It's hard to tell -since my entire body is soaked in dragon blood- but I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding. I stand up, and flinch when piercing pain shoots through my leg. Yeah, I'm definitely bleeding. My tired pain however, quickly turns to sick pleasure. I move my hoof to the wounded spot, and press down hard. A twisted moan comes from my lips and a thrill shoots up my spine, pumping me full of energy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream loudly. “That's what I've been missing, that's what I needed for so long. You dragon, are the first creature to have hurt me in a very long time, and I love it!” I laugh psychotically.

The beast stares at me in utter shock, holding a claw to its wounded eye. “You... you're no mere pony are you! What are you? What monster has entered my cave!”

“A monster who's gonna use those nice horns of yours as its personal sex toys when I'm through with you. Don't worry, I promise to wash them off after I'm done. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!”

The dragon snorts with rage, and send an explosion of fire my way. Flames consume my body, spreading across my skin, and lighting up my mane. Their warm, energetic embrace, excites my heart. I look up through fire and smoke, grinning at my feast. “You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that lizard.”

I growl and fly up at him, tearing off a bit of his snout when I zoom by. He screams with pain and starts swinging at me with claws and a spiked tail. I move nimbly through the air, dodging his attacks with ease and occasionally moving in to bite off a piece of dragon flesh. Unlike my enraged opponent, I am having the time of my fucking life. I laugh and shriek with joy as I make each attack. It's like a game on the playground to me, a game that I am so winning.

I give off a shrill laugh and then dive in for another attack. This time he just misses me with his jaws and I tear a piece out of his cheek. Before I can fly back up though, he suddenly swings around, and swats me in the chest with his tail. All the air is ejected from lungs, and I give a wheezing cough when my back hits the wall. I fall to the ground, catching myself on my hooves and knees, and weakly try to stand up. My face is slammed into the floor, the dragon's claw hammering me into the ground. His grip nearly crushes my rib cage when he picks me, just to crush me against the wall.

Now I'll admit, though with shame, that pain comes with a little pleasure to me, but even I have a point were things can be taken too far. This dragon, has pushed me well beyond that point. My head throbs, my senses dim, and my voice cracks as I'm slammed into the stone wall again, and again, and again. When he finally stops this relentless assault I'm nearly choking on my own blood, and my body is a scared mess. Everything hurts.

Through half lidded eyes I can just barely make out the fuzzy image of the dragon's open maw, somehow growing bigger with each passing second. Wait, no, it's not getting bigger, I'm just getting closer to it.

My eyes go wide, "Oh shit!"

I don't have time to think, I barely have enough time to react. The dragon throws me into his mouth, and I outstretch my arms to stop the jaws from snapping shut on me. My muscles grunt under the pressure, my sore lungs emit choking groans. The slippery tongue I'm standing on causes me to slip, but I dig the tips of my demonically sharpened hooves into it, spearing through the tender muscle. The dragon howls at the action, then begins to violently shake its head around, going so far as to smash it into the wall to dislodge me. I'm almost ready to scream. My arms feel like they're gonna snap off any minute. I don't know if I can hold out for much longer.

Then, as if someone threw a rock at my head, I realize I probably don't need to hold out.

I grin maliciously, and stare down the throat of the beast. “You just made a grave mistake dragon!”

I throw myself into the back of its mouth, just avoiding the razor like teeth of the beast. I slide down the thin esophagus, slicing up the sides of the throat as I go. The beast shrieks and tries to cough me up, but I flap my wings and force myself down. I make my way into the stomach, diving into green acidic liquid, with bubbling flammable gasses rising up to the top. My wounds scream while swimming through this grotesque substance, but I ignore all pain and shoot for the stomach wall. I punch straight through the lining, making a wonderful squelching sound. I rip a gaping whole in the organ, and push myself through it. Gallons of acidic fluid spills out like a waterfall into the body, carrying me out with it.

I stop to catch my breath for a moment, while everything around me thrashes about in wild jiggling movements. The damage is clearly being felt. Grinning, I look around at the feast of organs, muscles, and bones that nearly suffocate me. Licking my lips I push into a large mass of muscles fibbers and start chowing down. Each bite I take makes a frenzied shriek come from outside, which only prompts me to eat more.

I don't think there's a word in the dictionary that could accurately describe the amount of bliss I'm in right now. Not only am I surrounded by enough bloody temptations to satisfy me for months on end, but I think I've also set a new record for having rolled the most sexual fetishes into a single situation. I've been eaten alive, every movement I make sends a slight jolt of pain through me, and I'm brutally torturing a dominant beast whose screaming for mercy as I cannibalizing its still living body. It's official, if demons went to heaven, this is what it would be like.

When I'm done with the first course, I move on to the soft meat of the intestines. Then the sweet sticky bone marrow. The greasy liver, sour kidneys, and salty blood veins. It's a lavish buffet and I'm sampling everything at it, much to agonizing displeasure of my host. Judging from the movements, I'd say he's currently convulsing on the ground screaming in unbearable pain. I think the poor thing is actually crying, at least that's what I can tell when its voice is heard.

“Please, please stop! I can't take it anymore! Take my hoard, take it all if you want, just please, make the pain stop!”

The agony in his voice is making me go wet between my legs. I shudder with excitement. He wants it to end so badly, fine, I'll end off with a bang.

I squirm my way through his body, tearing out chunks of meat as I go and sliding my nether-regions against whatever I brush up against. After a brief search, I find what I'm looking for. The massive thumping organ beats rapidly in its wounded state.

The heart of a dragon is a rare delicacy of its own league. I admire it with hungry eyes, taking a moment soak in its beauty. Then I open my jaws wide, and sink them into the tender organ. The dragon's body jolts, and a claw like imprint becomes visible in the flesh. Now that I see which way is up, I wrap my hooves around the heart, and flap my wings as hard as I can. The veins and arteries connected to the organ snap loose, and spray blood everywhere. I collide with inner chest walls, burst through the rib cage, and sprout out of its chest.

I arrive back in the land of the living, just in time to see the beast's body clench up in one last pained gesture, before it falls limp across its massive pile of gems.

I touch down on the corpse, dragon heart still in my mouth, and then noisily devour my prize. I have to say, if dragon blood is like fine wine, then a dragon's heart is like a baked sweet. The freshest pie, nor the most sugar saturated punch could compare to this glory. I'm so addicted to the taste that I scarf the whole thing down in less than a minute, despite it being nearly three times my size.

I lick my lips, then my hooves, and shoulders. I'm absolutely drenched in dragon blood, and I want to keep the taste in my mouth for as long as possible. The feast seems to have calmed me down, but even though I'm exhausted, I still feel unsatisfied. There's still an urge in me, and I still can't control it. Only one thing is gonna truly satisfy me, and I know what it is.

I turn my head towards the cave entrance, which appears to have collapsed during the fight, and prevented my two friends from leaving. They sit, staring up at me, a mixture of shock and horror on their faces. I grin, then stretch out my wings to weakly glide down to them. I almost collapse upon landing, but manage to stay on my trembling legs.

Apple Bloom screams when I start to limp over to them. Scootaloo adopts a more aggressive strategy, if you can call standing in front of your friend with trembling knees and a look like your about to piss yourself aggressive.

She raises her fore-hooves and mumbles out warnings. “St-st-stop! Don't come any closer! I mean it!” Her voice cracks when she speaks, panic just on the tip of her tongue. “I... I'm warning you! I can fight! Don't think I can't, I can take you! I... I...”

Her quivering voice hangs in the air, until I'm inches away from her face. She looks into my blood red eyes for only a minute, before closing her own, whimpering as she waits for my next move. With slow, but excited movements, I grab Scootaloo by the shoulders, and pull her into a passionate kiss on the lips.

It takes a moment for her to realize what I'm doing, and when she does, her whole body goes tense. She stands as stiff as a board while I make out with her, either too scared or dazed to have a reaction. Apple Bloom just stares dumbfounded at the scene, and I'm enjoying it far too much to feel anything other than pleasure. A moment or two passes and the heated pressure between my legs finally gives way to sweet, sweet relief.

My orgasm makes me moan and break the kiss. My legs give out from under me and I collapse to the floor. I lay panting for moment, before weakly looking up into my friend's confused frozen face. “Has anyone... ever told you... that your voice... is kinda sexy?”

That's all I can mumble out, before hunching my head back, and completely blacking out.

Author's Notes:

For those of you who received a false notification about this chapter being uploaded. I apologize.
That was me being a dumbass, who couldn't tell the difference between an 'Edit' and a 'Publish' button.

Other than that, I hope you enjoyed this chapter :)