All my rage faded as I watched the flickering green flame.  I have no idea why but it just entranced me.  

"How did your magic do that?" Twilight asked in a fearful tone, " that was enchanted rope that we used to bind creatures that are a danger to all life."

"I don't have magic," I muttered, still watching the flames as they flickered and died, just like my rage.  Sighing gently as my wrath bled away with the flames, "Ask your questions, and I'll do my best to answer.  And no, humans don't have magic.  I have no idea what that was."

As Twilight opened her mouth, the Princess spoke, "if you will answer my questions to my satisfaction and convince me that you are not a danger to everypony, we will let you out of this cell.  You will still have armed guards until I decide otherwise, and you will be staying in the castle, but you will be out of this dark cell.  Twilight can ask her questions later.  This, I need to know now.  There are two methods to answer, but make your decision carefully as both can have consequences."

I tried to look at her with incredulity, but somehow I don't think my new wolf face was capable of doing that emote just yet, as she just looked at me with puzzlement on her lips.

"What are your options, Princess?"

"We can spend several hours asking questions and comparing your answers to what we know, or you can let me into your mind and I can have my answer in just a few seconds.  Either way, I will need your name before we begin."

Which one do you think I chose?  Its not like these crazy ponies could do anything else to me at this point, well, unless they wanted to castrate me or something, but I'm not down with that.  The name thing did stump me though.  I could go by what I used back home, but it seemed to ring hollow.  That life had died for me when my wife had.  The less of a reminder I have to go by, the better.  Thinking back, there were a few names I had liked back when I was a gamer.  Typhus was my favorite, but he was downright evil.  One seemed to fit perfectly though, as I based him off my religion and the nickname I was given from it.  Hex.  Simple, elegant, and it conveyed my point if you crossed me.

"Considering my life ended a long time ago, I'd prefer it if you called me Hex, Princess.  And I'd rather let you rummage through my mind and get your answers than spend more hours in this prison."

"Very well then.  Twilight, please step outside," she stated flatly toward the other pony, "I do not wish you to see this.  No matter what you hear, I am in no danger.  Please keep the door shut and locked."

"But Princess..." she tried but was rudely interrupted, "Twilight, I have asked once.  Please leave so I may do this."

Bowing slightly, the purple pony turned and exited the room.  Her hooves making an almost comical "clop clop" noise on the stone floor.  Reminded me of Monty Python on a bad day.

"This may hurt, but it may not.  Please do not fight me as I do not wish to damage you...Hex."

Her eyes focusing as a blue haze surrounded her horn and my body went rigid.  I wish I could say I screamed like a little girl for the next few minutes.  Truthfully, it felt like hours, like someone was slowly using a hand auger to drill an ice fishing hole in my brain, and everything faded to grey... Some time later, I awoke and the princess was nowhere to be seen.  A foul smell assaulting my nose along with a dripping noise from the table I sat on.  She made me piss myself.

Elsewhere, a certain Chaos god was chuckling to himself as he watched the scene from a distance.

After a few minutes of wallowing in my shame (literally) I found a small sack in a corner.  I tried to get off the table and get it, but my new legs weren't used to walking like a human apparently.  It took several tries and a lot of cussing to finally be able to walk over and grab the burlap sack.  Inside was a few rags and a loincloth.  A fucking loincloth.  What the hell is up with these damn ponies?!

The moment my feet...er... paws hit the smooth floor in the hall, a cough to my left grabbed my attention.  A white guard pony wearing polished silver armor gestured down the hall with a tilt of his head.

"The Princess has quartered you down this way, in the Royal Wing.  It is part of my duties to state that this is not a claim to status.  Simply, if you attempt anything against the Princess, you will be surrounded with guards in moments.  Please do not make us kill you or intervene because you are feeling violent.  Her Majesty has informed us that you are no threat, and we would prefer to keep that thought."

Kind of hard to come up with a response to that, so I stayed silent and followed the guard through the maze of halls.  Some were brilliantly appointed with paintings, tapestries, and art, while others were simple servants passages lit by lanterns.  Not once did I see another pony than the guard.

As we stopped in front of a large door, the guard spoke again, "These are your quarters.  The Princess awaits within to speak more with you.  If she utters a noise outside of conversation, know we will end you."  With that, he turned to stand by the door, stiffer than a British Royal Guard.  Shame I had no idea what to say to make him laugh or smile.  It would be somewhat amusing.  With nothing left to do, I grabbed the large brass ring and pushed the door open.

Princess Celestia was standing in the middle of a large room, waiting just as the guard stated.  Overall, I would have to give the lodgings a 5 star rating.  King (or is it Princess sized) bed, beautiful wood work, crimson carpet and wall hangings, all accented with a tasteful use of mahogany, ebony, and polished brass.  If I didn't already have a house, this would definitely be my kind of place.  Well, I at least HAD a house.  Now, Celestia looked downright nervous to be alone with me as I was free and apparently the better part of a foot and a half taller than her.  Benefits of being a biped I guess.  Before I could make a single comment, she started into her speech.

"Hex, this will be your room for the time being.  If you have need of anything, you just need to ask the guards outside your room.  The restroom is behind the door to your left, and it appears we have similar plumbing to what you were used to on your Earth.  This is a measure of trust, earn more of it and you will be allowed to explore the castle, and eventually be able to travel Equestria without armed escort.  We do have several things to discuss before I leave you to yourself."

What she was saying made sense in a way.  She seemed very concerned about the welfare of her people, although I didn't like what she was putting me through, I could appreciate it at least.  Without a pause, she continued.

"Regarding the questions Twilight asked of you, when the time is right we will talk about your magic.  You will need to earn that trust first.  As for getting you home to your Earth, as far as I know, that would be impossible for several reasons.  First of all, you were effectively dead when you arrived here.  Sending you back would revert you to that state, and I do not like having to order executions.  No, we don't have any idea how to separate the wolf blood from your own.  It has made you unique, even more so then you could imagine.  Again, we will touch on that later.  We also recovered several dozen items with you on your arrival.  We are not sure of their design, and will return them after examination and you gaining our trust.  Twilight should be here soon to ask her questions.  I recommend eating before she arrives.  I've had the chef make some of your..."Specialties" brought up.  The last thing is a simple one.  Twilight Sparkle is my personal student and a Princess of our country.  Any affront or insult to her, I will take as insult to me.  Remember this."

She closed her eyes, and with little more then a rustling of wind, was gone.  As usual, without me being able to get a word in sideways.

A short while later, there was a short knock on the door, then a small blue pony with a red mane pushed a delicious smelling cart into the room.  I hardly noticed the strange tattoo on his ass.  Now that I think about it, Celestia and Twilight had one too.  Some kind of cult thing I guess.

"Your food, Sir," the pony said bluntly, all the while looking a little green around the edges.  He slowly backed away from the cart and shut the door behind him.

I tried to keep my calm, but the smells coming off the cart dragged me closer.  I could hardly control myself as I ripped the lid of the large tray, my mouth watering from the scents I knew so well.  No wonder the pony looked rather ill.  Sad little herbivores.  Under the lid lay an assortment of masculine treats.  A steak with perfectly caramelized surfaces and sauteed onion and mushrooms on the side.  Potatoes and gravy, next to some kind of white meat (looked like chicken, but like I cared)

Honestly, and embarrassingly enough, I wolfed the food down, barely tasting more then the first few bites.  Absolutely divine, and complements to the chef.  Well I would, if he could look me in the eye.  Its like he had never seen a wolf before.  I could get used to this kind of treatment.

Some time later, a sharp knock echoed from the door.  A moment later, a certain purple Princess waltzed right in...