You are Celestia, and ever since your guard found a creature stumbling out of the Everfree, you have been troubled. It, no, he, most emphatically he is like an animal, yet not quite. His eyes gleam with intelligence, yet the noises he makes are unintelligible. Twilight is working on the meanings behind the different noises, but there is little progress. And, for some reason, you feel jealous of her time with the anomaly. You have time to visit only rarely, but when you do, you feel his eyes upon you very keenly. He is an omnivore, a picky one at that, so you can't shake the feeling he wants to eat you, or...

Luna joins you at the balcony over the enclosure.

"Your dreams are troubling, sister."

"I know."

She glances down at the creature.

"I do not see why it fascinates you so."

"He is not an it!"

Luna raises an eyebrow at your heated response.

"I was speaking of his malformed stallionhood. Turn from this path, sister, lest you become guilty of more than idle fantasy."

You feel blood rush to your face. For all that you had missed her these long centuries, you would rather your dreams be a bit more private.

"I- I know. It's just, I can feel it. He is intelligent, he can learn simple things, I could...tame...him."

Luna frowns.

"I know things have changed since I last walked Equestria, but bestiality is still controversial at best."

You know. You wonder if part of the attraction is because it is taboo. Still, your gut feels differently.

"What of his dreams? Are the close to that of a dog or a pony?"

Luna huffs.

"I cannot say. There is higher order clarity, yet lower order aggression."

"Similar to griffons?"

"Yes, but even more aggressive. Sometimes he dreams of killing, Celestia. Not hunting, but murder."

You shiver, from more than just fear. Your sister sighs.

"I won't feed your fascination any more. Please, reconsider."

You give a sigh of your own.

"Sleep well, Luna dearest."

She nods and walks away, pausing to look at you from the threshold of the door before disappearing into the castle. For all her words of warning, you find the fire of your...

curiosity

stoked to an uncomfortable degree. If only there was a way to give him the intelligence of a pony, then you could-

Well, it is past time for you to return to your chambers and work out some of your frustration. Perhaps use the specially commissioned facsimile of a certain limb. You turn from the enclosure, your marehood winking from behind your tail.

You are Anon, and magic horses are shit at learning English. Still, the big white one has a nice ass, so there's that.