I did push-ups on the summit of Mount Swag early in the morning. I woke up at five in the morning to do my workout like I always did in the morning. Spitfire was the one responsible for engraving it into my mind which was rather annoying but on the up side of things. I get to look hot by pony standards and it allows me to think about; Life, the Universe, and Everything. I chuckled internally as I realized that I could break Twilight Sparkle with the answer to that question. I wonder how she would react if I told he that the answer to that question was forty-two? I bet she would try absolutely everything to disprove that. As much as I want to fly to Ponyville just to break Twilight, I don't think Spitfire would like it if I disappeared for a few hours.

I switched over to my wing ups and watched the sun begin to rise. The smell of snow and the cold air was something that I missed most of my old home. Winter was my favorite season and a Canadian winter was the best winter of the world, aside from a Siberian winter. That winter is horrible.

I yawned as I listened to the bell attached to my collar. It was a cute bell, that went well with my earrings. I find it amazing that I gained a natural color to my mane and tail. Red was a good contrast to my blue and man do I sound like a girl.

Knowing that I was losing more and more of my masculinity to my new female hormones was a bit concerning. I always wondered how much I would change from my original personality. Before I came here, I knew exactly who I was. I was; quiet, calm, collected, unbreakable, no-nonsense, stern, calculating and vengeful. Those were my most prominent traits that many saw me as. Sure they called me cold and untouchable, someone that you never want to cross paths in a fight.

That last one was true as I had to fight a lot for two years of being homeless. Being attacked by gangs and other assholes that wanted my shit was a constant problem for me, but I always followed one rule. Only act in self-defense. I would never hit first, that way I could get away with anything that I do to the person that has wronged me. Such was the life of living on the streets. A dark and lonely chapter that I am glad I left behind.

I finished my workout after a while of silently meditating. Once I was done, I was nice and sweaty and needed a shower. I remembered the hot spring and the waterfall that was halfway down the mountain. I flew down to the waterfall that was cold as the snow higher up the mountain. Happy with the nice cold water, wrapping around my form perfectly. I noticed as I washed the sweat and grim that I was developing curves in all the right places.

I knew that I was going to be on par with Fleur, but she didn't work out like I did. She had the fragile princess look while I had the warrior goddess look. At least, I was going to be hot and not ugly like some of the mares that I saw. 'Thank you, fate. You took my dick and in exchange, you made me hot. Sucks to be you since I am capable of change.'

After my shower, I found the hot spring and decided to soak in the hot mineral water that is said to be real healthy for your muscles. I sighed in contempt as I began to preen my wings in the warm water that made me melt in a few minutes. Happy and dry from my relaxing spa day as I put on my knife and satchel back on after my bath. I decided to walk back to the camp that was at the base of the mountain.

I walked for about an hour down the mountain on a path that I found/made and arrived at the base of the mountain. I walked into the clearing, using my natural sense of direction to walk through the forest back to camp. As I walked, I noticed that the forest was rather quiet. There were no birds chirping, no deer frolicking or rabbits fucking. I thought it was strange but shrugged it off as something that was odd.

As I continued to walk closer and closer to camp, I was starting to see paw prints the size of flank heading towards camp. There wasn't just one or two, there was at least over thirty unique prints that traveled Roman style to the camp. I was starting to get slightly concerned as I passed a tree that had a nasty gash that could only be made by a mace. Instinctively, I made sure I was down-wind to hide my scent.

I followed the tracks like a ninja. I made sure I didn't make a sound as I got closer to the camp, and the closer I got, the more I began to hear that something was off. I walked around a bush and climbed into a tree to get a view of the camp from a safe distance and what I saw, scared me.

In the camp was thirty diamond dogs in mismatched armor. Some had weapons while others just their claws. Our camp was in ruins as a few of them began to ransack the place, taking anything of value. I saw Spitfire, Midnight and Night Shade tied up and gagged on the carriage. I could hear a few of them talking about raping them like toys and turning them into slaves. When the biggest one, who I thought was the alpha of the group, grabbed Spitfire by the throat with a demented smile, my heart turned to ice.

Without thinking, I charged, creating blades of air around my wings and sent them flying into the group. They couldn't react in time as my blades sliced and diced half of the group into bloody mist and chunks of flesh.

The alpha saw that his kin was being cut like ribbons and pulled out a giant mace from over his shoulders, dropping Spitfire into the carriage in horror as she and the others saw me with my knife in my mouth.

The other dogs looked at me hesitantly as the alpha stomped his way over to me with growling like a diesel engine. My eyes narrowed as I quickly learned that he wasn't the gloating type. He motioned for the surviving members of his pack to kill me.

I jumped into action letting my body move on its own. I jumped into the air with a push of my wings and landed on the head of a dog. With a flick of my neck, I caught the knife in my hoof and slit the throat of my first victim. I jumped off of him to dodge a swipe of claws that decapitated the dying dog. With a twist of my body, I kicked in the throat of the dog that tried to kill me, which responded with the sound of a breaking windpipe and a dislocating leg.

Grunting from the pain. I sent another barrage of air blades that cut down most of the dogs, leaving only the alpha and two others. They charged at me as I stood bipedal with my knife in one hoof. I flicked the handle, causing the tip to go point to my side.

I bolted at them in my bipedal stance, causing them to hesitant for a moment. In that moment, I threw my knife into the throat of one of the dogs, killing him instantly. The alpha and the other watched as their friend collapsed to the floor, giving me an opening to kill the other dog, leaving me just the alpha and me.

As I jumped off of the second dog, the alpha clawed at me. I wasn't fast enough to dodge as I felt his claws rack against my right eye, sending me sprawling away from him. I groaned in pain and rolled to the side, just enough to not be crushed by his mace.

He howled in frustration as his mace was stuck in the ground. Using that time frame, I prepped one last air blade and stood and stared at the dog with one bleeding eye. He pulled out his mace and charged at me one last time. With a blast of my wings, I jumped out of the way of a downward wing. He looked up at me in frustration one last time as I sent the last air blade into his face.

I landed on all fours, huffing for air. The dog gave me a frown before his entire body split down the middle causing blood to rain all over the place, staining my fur.

With the fight over, I saw the mares were free and staring at me in absolute horror as I began to feel pain again. I just stared at them dumbly, wondering how they got free as my vision began to blur. I felt myself feel real heavy and I immediately collapse from lack of adrenaline. The last image I saw was off Spitfire rushing to my side as the darkness made me its bitch.

Author's Notes:

Would anyone would like to see
A side clop story?
Of Rose and company,